Good night

Temptation

Komaeda shuddered. Three long, hard days had passed following his little 'incident.' He had been released from captivity since, although he still remained under constant inspection by the other students, and his own awareness of these hungry eyes made it rather difficult to sleep. Worms of embarrassment wriggled inside of his stomach, their diminutive roots leisurely developing into a sumptuous tree. 

Recalling the experience made him feel nauseous: Hinata had gasped, mortified, at the sight of his sweaty masturbation fiasco. But that wasn't the worst part, no. Hinata didn't take the normal route of dashing off. Although it would have spared significant portions of second-hand embarrassment for both of them, he just stood there, staring blankly at Komaeda's throbbing cock, his cum still leaking out dejectedly.

Too late, he realised, dwelling on the past wouldn't help anyone. He needed to remain in the present. It was just as Job proclaimed (17:9) 'The righteous keep going forwards, and those with clean hands become stronger and stronger.'

His mother was an avid fan of the Christian bible and even attempted to instil her profound convictions in her own son. Yet, in all his persistence, Nagito found himself incapable of embodying biblical rhetoric. If God existed, why did he overlook the morbid death of his parents? What kind of saviour would allow that? 'Job,' had he even EXISTED, was probably a useless slut, with no neurological capacity for anything apart from massive bulging dicks in his over-stretched hole. Weak for lust, craving shame, shaking his wrinkled cheeks as an invitation for the seventh splat fest of the day. A voice in Nagito's head whispered, 'and you are the same as him,' but he pushed the thought away until his virgin hands began trembling more intensely.

Heat flooded his cheeks once more, the embarrassment overflowing from his body in a muffled scream- into his pillow. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRGEHEEEEEEEEEEEE RHUHRGHRGRURHRGHR!!@1!!!!"

Amidst his squirming, he didn't notice the footsteps beyond his cabin walls until it was too late. Three knocks. Crisp in precision, and yet, somehow hasty. "H-hey. It's Hinata. The others asked me to check on you." After a moments silence, he stuttered, "Not because I wanted to or anything! It was just my turn."

Despite being muffled, Nagito was competent in discerning that his voice was shaking. "You can come in if you like, Hinata-kun. Don't worry, I have clothes on this time!" He jeered, feigning confidence. Beneath the thin layer of skin atop his chest, his heart pulsated. He swore he could pinpoint the erratic fluctuations in his muscle cells, had he been provided with an annotated diagram of the human heart. The pulses resonated within his throat.

As the door began to creak, his breath fell shorter still. Sure enough, Hajime stood rigid in his doorway. He gulped. Sunlight flooded in, framing his youthful silhouette. Hinata's gaze meandered to where Nagito lay, sprawled out lazily on his bedsheets. "Y-you should open a window in here...Or something. It stinks."

"Be my guest."

After loosening the window closest to the doorway, he hastily sat on the edge of the bed. Silence coagulated between their sweating, hormonal bodies. Nagito began shaking his left leg anxiously, hoping that the tension would resolve on its own. "...You know Hinata-kun, when we first met on the beach, I never anticipated this. But I suppose this isn't something you'd normally think about, right? How would I have ever known that you would walk in on me yanking one out, while having both my hands AND feet bound? Or that, rather than walking away, you would just stand there and watch. Tell me, did you enjoy seeing me humiliated? Did it make you happy to realise that I, your friend, am a meat sack of toxic waste? I'm practically festering away!"

"Y-you're sick. Why would I even WANT to see that, you idiot?" He trembled, leaning back onto the bedsheets. At that point, their faces were mere centimetres apart; somehow, Nagito hovering above Hajime, their lungs filtering the same oxygen particles. "I don't know," he whispered, tilting his head slightly. He skulked closer still, yearning for his touch, his warmth, sweeping forwards elusively, his eyes scintillating with passion. Hinata's embarrassed expression was quite cute. If he leaned forward a little more, their dicks would touch, albeit separated by fabric. It was like a game. As Komaeda was lulled into his sweet, innocent gaze, his heart melted.

How cute he was! His parted lips, the warm flush dusting his cheeks, the rich pools of virescent light in his gaze, framed by tousled brown locks. How he ached to share his warmth. But the fact that he didn't- despite the overwhelming urge for stimulus, the urge for friction, for Hinata's stiff, hot cock against his own, it only made the arousal greater. Nagito ached with desire, but he could never force Hinata into something he didn't want. So he pulled himself away, still hovering for a brief moment, before tapping his nose with a bony finger. "Haha, sorry Hinata-kun. I just thought I saw something on your face."

Nagito thought he glimpsed a fleck of disappointment in his expression as he pulled back, but he concluded that he was probably just in shock. They had been sitting together normally a few minutes prior, after all. As always, he regained his composure (as well as his usual nervous expression) and bolted upright. "O-oh. Did you get it off?"

Nagito smirked, his eyes shifting down to the small bulge in Hajime's jeans. "Get what off, exactly?" ......Silence. He glared into Nagito's eyes with sincere annoyance.

Flinching from the awkwardness, he breathed out, "I think it's just an eyelash. Come over here and I can brush it off for you."

After what felt like hours of deliberation, Hajime finally sputtered out his answer."Uh, no thanks. Considering you tried to murder someone a few days ago, I'd rather not give you the chance. I-I'm gonna go now."

Nagito pouted. "Don't look at me like that, Hinata-kun. You know I would never hurt you. I only wanted the best for you- for all of you! When I see you all together, your greatness emanating, I can't help but feel responsible for protecting you from harm. This world was framed for talent. It is, in my understanding, the only pathway to salvation. They had to die! I mean, you can't honestly tell me that you miss them, right? Their presence was an offence to your..."

.....Huh. Hajime must have left.

Although it was upsetting to think that he had no interest in any of the things Nagito had to say, he wasn't offended. No, it wasn't as though he deserved to be listened to. Absentmindedly stroking his semi-hard erection, his mind drifted back to the look on Hajime's face as he hovered above him.

He wasn't sure what he might do if he came back.