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The wooden floor was starting to hurt his knees, Komaeda thought, and it almost made him laugh. What a mundane thing to be thinking about now of all times, even as the back of his throat was assaulted relentlessly by an unseen cock. The hand in his hair was lithe and firm, holding his head steady as hips pistoned forward, nose bumping against pelvic bone. He hummed pleasantly in response to the treatment.
Komaeda had made an offer early on in the day while everyone had been having breakfast, as they usually did. “I can’t stand seeing such amazing and talented people so miserable. I want to be of help! Even if I am nothing but worthless trash,” he’d said, “I’ll be waiting in the old building all day today. Please, use me as you will!” His words were subtle enough, but the implications were definitely there. Without another word, he’d left.
True to his word, Komaeda went into the old building right after. He knelt in the center of the empty dining room, eyes firmly closed, and waited. He wasn’t entirely certain if anyone would actually accept his offer, and for a while, no one seemed to be coming. Still, he stayed and waited, not one to give up easily.
Then, it happened.
Footsteps, slow in their approach, and pausing just outside the doors, almost seeming to hesitate. Relief and subsequent excitement flooded Komaeda as soon as he heard the door open, glad that his attempts to be useful had not gone to waste. The footsteps began to move closer to him, and Komaeda could only hear soft breathing in the room, both his own and the stranger. Fingers reached his hair, carding through the white curls slowly; Komaeda sighed softly at the touch.
Perhaps this was a little self indulgent of him to do. It’d been quite some time since he’d done anything like this, (Understandably so, after all, scum like him could hardly be expected to have many partners), he dared to say that he missed it.
But this was as much as he’d let himself have. It was all he deserved. No intimacy, no affection, not even letting himself know who would be the one to have him. He was to let himself be used by anyone who came by, Komaeda was here for their enjoyment. Besides, to let himself be a stepping stone to fight back their despair in such a way, to bring pleasure that would reinvigorate their minds and lead them to push forward, into a future where they would glimmer brightly, a shining beacon of hope! Oh, it was euphoric.
The hand in his hair had travelled down to his jaw, thumb gently running across his bottom lip. Without a word, Komaeda allowed his mouth to fall open.
The rest, as they say, is history.
He didn’t open his eyes as his the boys came and went-
None of the girls showed! He credited that to his luck. After all, he hadn’t really told anyone that he wasn’t interested in girls.
-not once, he swore, one of them had even left a blindfold on him early on, though by now he couldn’t remember who it had been. Their initial anonymity had been intentional, Komaeda hadn’t wanted himself to know who was using him this way, and he imagined they were relieved to see that for themselves. However, his classmates were all very... Distinct. He was always able to figure out who was here, unintentional as that may have been.
The first had been Souda, the smell of oil giving him away as he came close. He had let Komaeda do most of the work, shuddering and whimpering as he worked him expertly. He was followed by Kuzuryu, his habit of cursing getting the better of him as he grasped tightly at Komaeda’s hair, snapping his hips forward quickly, a much rougher treatment than the previous had been. When Komaeda could barely get halfway down the next shaft without gagging, he knew it had to be Nidai. Lucky for him, Nidai proved himself to be exceedingly gentle, stroking his hair and letting him go at his own pace, Komaeda could’ve sword he heard a few words of encouragement as he went. The shakiness of the hand that followed after Nidai and the feeling of bandages wrapped around the palm told Komaeda that this one had to have been Tanaka. He had barely moved at all, and to be honest, Komaeda was happy to please. The way his legs trembled as Komaeda grasped his thighs, swallowing him down to the hilt and listening to his breath hitch.
Tanaka had taken his leave after he came, Komaeda taking everything he had to give. Alone once more, Komaeda could only imagine how he looked. He was certain he had cum in his hair, and on his shirt, and he knew for a fact there had been some drying on his face and on the blindfold. God knows how much of it he’d swallowed. Certainly a tableau of debauchery for the next person to come see.
There was only one boy left to come visit him; the only one he had really, really wanted to see.
As the minutes ticked by, Komaeda wondered if he wouldn’t show. Perhaps this was the opposite side of his luck rearing it’s ugly head. How disappointing that would be...
More time passed, and Komaeda thought that perhaps he should leave. If no one else was coming, he had no reason to stay. Arms lifted upward, going to undo his blindfold, before he froze. Not out of fear, no, but in the interest of silence. Surely he hadn’t heard what he thought he did... Could it be?
He waited, and sure enough he heard it again. Footsteps. And they were headed this way. Komaeda quickly resettled himself on his knees, entire body thrumming with excitement as he heard the door open.
There was a pause, then an approach. Two hands were on him, one in his hair, the other just beneath his chin, tilting his head up toward a face he couldn’t see. Of course, he didn’t need to see him.
“You really let them make a mess of you, you know that?”
He laughed airily, and his chin was released. His heart skipped a beat when he heard the telltale sound of a belt buckle coming undone.
“I wanted to make myself useful, Hinata-kun.”
And now here they were, Hinata’s fingers buried in Komaeda’s hair, keeping his head firmly in place as he shamelessly fucked his mouth. Komaeda was moaning with abandon at this point, clinging to Hinata’s hips like a lifeline, tears welling up in his eyes and soaking into the blindfold as he felt the head of Hinata’s cock hit the back of his throat again and again.
“Geez, you’re really into this,” he mumbled, thrusting forward as far as he could go and holding Komaeda’s head against him. He rolled his hips, rewarded with yet another pleased whine before pulled him off. Komaeda gasped for air once Hinata’s cock escaped his lips, but he only took a moment to breathe before he was trying to lean in once again. The hand in his hair kept him in place, much to his dismay.
“Hinata-kun...” he whined, hands wanting to move from his hips to grasp blindly at his cock, but he kept himself still.
Hinata only hummed in response, and Komaeda felt another hand in his hair. Fingers slid through the soft locks of white before settling at the blindfold at the back of his head. A few tugs later and the cloth was falling away from Komaeda’s eyes. He found himself blinking up at Hinata, whose face was beautifully flushed.
“That’s better,” he said, and Komaeda felt fingers caress his cheek for just a moment. “You have such nice eyes, Komaeda. It’s a shame to cover them like that.”
He flushed at the praise, feeling unworthy of it. He averted his eyes from Hinata’s face, only end up staring directly at his cock. That only had his face flush darker. Perhaps it was a little too late for him to be blushing, but actually seeing Hinata like this... It was different. He swallowed thickly, fingers wrapping themselves around the shaft easily.
Komaeda’s hand seemed to move of it’s own accord, settling into a slow, rhythmic pace on instinct more than anything else. The sounds Hinata made in return had his heart fluttering in his chest. Komaeda turned his gaze back upward, giving a look that he hoped was pleading. “Hinata-kun, I want you... Please?”
That was enough.
Hinata was pulling his head forward before Komaeda could completely register what was happening, thrusting easily back into his mouth. A delighted sound escaped him as he did, hands replacing themselves back on Hinata’s hips. He seemed to redouble his efforts from before, fucking with reckless abandon. God, Komaeda didn’t know if he’d be able to speak tomorrow, not that he really cared. Any repercussions he’d have to deal with as a result of this extraordinarily good luck were well worth it. He didn’t want to lose a moment of this.
The minutes passed, and Hinata’s thrusts were growing more and more erratic and uneven. He was close, much to Komaeda’s joy and simultaneous dismay. All good things must come to an end, he supposed, even if he didn’t really want them to.
He turned his eyes upward as Hinata choked out a warning, more out of courtesy than anything he imagined, as he didn’t let go of his hair.
Hinata-kun is gonna cum down my throat, Komaeda’s thoughts supplied, feeling every twitch and throb of cock against his tongue. He whimpered.
It wasn’t long after that. He thrusted once, breath hitching, then twice, fingers tightening in Komaeda’s hair, and then once more, hips finally stilling. He pulsed in Komaeda’s mouth, release hitting the back of his throat and coating his tongue, a long stream of curses and Komaeda’s name falling from Hinata’s lips.
His eyes never left his face, even as Hinata’s squeezed shut and his head fell backward. Komaeda committed every detail he could see to memory as he swallowed, and Hinata pulled out of his mouth, tucking himself back into his boxers.
Their gaze met again, when Hinata moved to bring Komaeda to his feet, and he caught a glimmer of what must have been the beginning of a beautiful kind of hope behind his eyes.
“Hey, Komaeda,” Hinata said, voice pulling him out of his own thoughts.
“It’s your turn.”