The Sailing Ship (KomaHina)

||Chapter Two|| The Cruise Ship

!smut warning for this chapter!

Hajime woke up entangled in Nagito's hold. The snowy-haired boy was still asleep, his eyes fluttering away in a dream. Hajime sighed and just relaxed, scooting closer to his chest, feeling the rhythm of his breathing and his heartbeat. He shifted his head up next to the boy's neck, and smiled contently, not wanting to move. Nagito shifted unconsciously so that Hajime was laying almost on top of him, Nagito holding him like he was some sort of stuffed animal. I don't want to move . . . I'm so happy right now.

"Hajime . . ." Nagito whispered, his warm breath lightly grazing Hajime's cheek. "I love you, Hajime . . ." Hajime felt his face becoming red with blush, and he buried his head in Nagito's neck, which resulted in Nagito pulling him closer. "Say it back . . . dummy."

Dummy? I thought I was the one who called you that! Hajime dismissed the thought and mumbled the phrase back.

"Erm . . . I can't hear you," Nagito murmured, shifting so that he could hold the brunette closer to him.

". . . I love you too," Hajime said back, saying it a tad bit louder than before. Nagito hummed, pleased.

A few moments passed. Hajime leaned forwards, opening his eyes again to peek at the person he was so close to. To his surprise, he found that Nagito too had his eyes opened and was gazing lovingly at him. "Oh, did you finally wake up, Hinata-kun?"

Hajime grunted, "I've been up. I just didn't want to actually get up. And oh my gosh Nagito, is it so hard to call me Hajime?"

"Hmmm . . ." Nagito placed on of his hand on his hair, playing with the curly, white locks. "Would you rather me call you Kamukura-kun? Or perhaps reserve course guy . . . Mr. Talentless!"

Hajime playfully smacked his cheek. "Bitch, do you still think I'm talentless? I'm literally the Ultimate Hope, or perhaps you've forgotten."

"Well reserve course guy, Kamukura-kun is the Ultimate Hope. Hinata-kun is just a regular reserve course student."

Hajime sighed, starting to get somewhat frustrated. "Just please, Nagito, I just want to be called Hajime. Or perhaps we should get up?"

"No, wait, let's not move. I'll call you Hajime, I promise!" the pale boy tensed up, holding Hajime in place, the fear of him moving away from him was almost too much for him. Hajime snickered. He is so, so touched deprived.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." With that, partners closed their eyes and went back into the sort of relaxation they had before.

Suddenly, Nagito leaned in towards Hajime's face and kissed his lips.

--!!Hello, you unholy creatures. These next few passages, until the next warning, is smut. So if you are still innocent, please skip ahead for more fluff. Thank you!!--

And that's all it took for Hajime to completely surrender to his lover's touch, his tongue sliding into Nagito's mouth, making him emit a small moan. Hajime felt his boyfriend's hands slip underneath his shirt, rubbing his chest as he made his way down to Hajime's neck. Nagito knew that was his partner's weak spot, and giggled with delight when he heard Hajime let a groan escape from his mouth. The two found each other buried in each other's love. Nagito shifted over so that he was nearly on top of Hajime and started to move his hands down to his hip.

Hajime squirmed, trying not to laugh. What the hell, that tickles! Hajime wrapped his arms around Nagito's shirt and pulled him down, so he was curled up right next to him. It took a moment for the two to get comfortable, but once they did, it almost felt like they were in paradise. The soft rocking of the boat guided them to a calm and relaxing state of mind. Hajime grabbed Nagito's hand, which was still attempting to rub at his hip, and held it in his crotch area. Hajime flinched, as his partner was cold to the touch, but noticed that he started to warm up the longer he kept the boy's hand there.