Late night draped Hajime Hinata's dorm in shadows, the air thick with the remnants of Teruteru's suspiciously spiced dinner. Hajime paced, his lean frame tense, olive eyes flashing with frustration. "Damn it, Nagito, this isn't funny. My body's on fire—I'm so goddamn horny I can barely think straight. That little chef must've laced something."
Nagito Komaeda lounged against the door, his messy white-tipped hair catching the lamplight, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Hope shines brightest in moments like these, Hajime. Your 'ordinary' self craving release? It's almost poetic. Let me be your lucky tool tonight."
Hajime snorted, adjusting his dark green tie. "Witty as ever, but skip the philosophy. If you're helping, make it quick before I lose it."
Nagito stepped closer, fingers brushing Hajime's crisp white shirt. "Quick? Where's the fun in that? You're hard already, aren't you? I can see it straining." His hand dipped lower, palming the bulge through Hajime's trousers. Hajime hissed, hips twitching.
"Careful—don't get cocky," Hajime muttered, voice edged with wit. "This is ridiculous. You're supposed to be the voice of reason, not... this."
"Reason fled the moment your body betrayed you," Nagito replied smoothly, unzipping Hajime's pants and freeing his throbbing cock through the boxers' slit. He stroked slowly, the fabric a teasing barrier. "Feel that? Hot, hard, and already leaking. Dripping for me."
Hajime's breath hitched, sweating under the uniform. "Nagito, if you soak these boxers, laundry's on you. I'm not explaining cum stains to the dorm supervisor."
Nagito chuckled, squeezing the shaft firmly through the cotton. Hajime moaned—loud, involuntary, echoing off the walls. "Shit, don't do that!" he gasped, body arching despite the protest. "My cock's sensitive enough without the grip."
"Your words say stop, but this hard length says otherwise," Nagito teased, stroking faster, thumb circling the head. Precum made the boxers wet, clinging and dripping. Hajime squirmed, panting, ass clenching against the bed as he leaned back. "Horny bastard... keep squeezing like that and I'll—"
Nagito's free hand cupped Hajime's face, pulling him into a deep kiss to muffle the next moan. Tongues tangled as he pumped relentlessly, boxers soaked through. Hajime's cock pulsed, and he came hard—thick spurts of cum erupting, some escaping the fabric in hot, dripping ropes across his thighs. His body shook, panting into the kiss, the explosive release leaving him trembling.
Nagito pulled back, eyes gleaming. "See? Hope fulfilled. But the night's young—ready for round two?"
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