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Nagito was barely keeping it together; not like he minded. However, the setting he had found himself in was rather uncollaborative with his current predicament.

He was staring at his teacher, trying to discern at least a word from them as he struggled not to come undone right then and there with multiple toys in his body. Nevertheless pleasurable, Nagito silently cursed the experience which he willingly put himself through.

Well, not quite willingly.

–

During the past weekend, Class 77-B had decided to go out for drinks as a means of relaxation from the stressful week of school. As usual, Nagito strayed from alcohol whilst Hajime, whom the Ultimate Lucky Student observed throughout the whole night, got so drunk he could barely form coherent sentences.

That led to the bet.

“C'mon, Hajime, just… Ugh, why do we even bother? He can't even sit straight!” Hajime was unsure of who even said this about him, but that didn't stop him from making another joke that night.

“And who told you I'm straight, huh?” He started laughing loud enough for the whole bar to hear, closing his eyes briefly. That allowed him to hear a giggle from a person sitting nearly across from him.

Nagito. He would recognize that laugh anywhere.

Hajime opened his eyes and stared at the boy who shut his mouth immediately.
He seemed to stall for a moment before saying anything, as if trying to recover a thought by the pure image of Nagito Komaeda.

“I bet… That if I manage to get through…” He pointed at the exit. “To that door! Then Nagito has to wear a fucking…” He snickered to himself. “Sex toy to school.” He erupted in laughter once more as he caught a glimpse of Nagito's shocked, but slightly melancholic expression.

Without wasting any time, he got up from his chair; stabilizing himself with it. The whole table was now silent with suspense hanging heavy in the air. With unsteady steps, he managed to get to the door of the bar and open it before falling down onto the sidewalk with yet another laugh - this time a triumphant one.

–

And that was precisely how Nagito came to be in a position of being on the verge of an orgasm with only a minute of the lesson left.

He couldn’t possibly make it, everyone would stare at him and figure out he was just a pervert like they had always suspected. Honestly, Nagito couldn’t even blame them for that assumption as he knew exactly how disgusting he was, but as the bell rang, all negative thoughts left his mind as he briefly put his head on his desk and relaxed with yet another climax of that day.

He had already endured six periods of that madness and was now waiting out the break for the final period of the day. Even if he could endure a lot, his stamina was slowly running short and his muscles started calling for a break. He blessed all the gods above him for the vibrator in his ass being on one of the lowest settings, as set unknowingly by Hajime.

The thing is, Hinata-kun would talk all big game in his inebriated state, but the second he sobered up it would always seem he had forgotten all that he had said the previous night and go back to being his usual self. This was one of the parts of Hajime Nagito certainly had to get used to, but he still loved it all the same.

“Hey, Nagito, er… You alright?” The object of his current and every thought appeared in front of him all of a sudden which caused his heart to beat a bit faster. He made every effort not to lose his cool, now having to maintain a facade in order to seem unaware of his apparently weird behavior, but nevertheless decided to look briefly at Hajime's hoodie pocket before moving his gaze upwards to his face.

“Yes, of course, Hinata-kun. Why do you ask?” He smiled genuinely at Hajime, his voice not lacking in his usual snark, knowing the boy was absolutely oblivious to Nagito’s state, not yet having found the remote in his own pocket.

“Oh, um, nothing.” He shot him one more glance as he returned to his own desk, Chiaki chatting him up immediately. This caused Nagito to heedlessly chuckle to himself at Hajime’s disregard, which soon bit him right back as the tension in his muscles only intensified what he was going through so he fell silent.

Nagito sighed as he heard the bell ring, signaling the start of the next lesson and prepared himself for yet another hour of torture.

Most of the lecture turned out to be uneventful and as boring as usual, however now the boy was faced with a pleasant distraction. Nagito placed his elbow on the desk and his head on his palm and zoned out half-way through it, all the while enjoying the delightful scent of Hajime, who, thanks to the recent change in their seating positions, was now sitting a row behind Nagito. This allowed him to dream he was making a nice scene for the brown-haired boy, but he knew it was merely wishful thinking. Nothing could make scum like him actually attractive to Hajime. The incident at the bar was meaningless, Hinata-kun simply got drunk and made a scene without thinking about it. It wasn’t anything serious. He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t-

Nagito’s whole body jumped up at once, causing his chair to screech against the floor. The vibrations had intensified. His first reaction was to let out any sound at all to ease him from his frustrations, but stopped himself at the last second, before immediately thinking of the source of the unexpected sensation through his hazy mind. He whipped his head around to look at Hajime’s pocket, which remained untouched by the owner’s hand. However, it was now pressed up against the desk frame as Hajime had scooted closer to it. A more thorough investigation of Hajime’s figure earned Nagito one fact - his crush was staring right at him as he was trembling from the intensity of it all. Despite the fervency, he decided to shoot him a smile before turning around and sitting up and down on the chair gently almost in a performative way.

He glanced at the clock: 3:56 - 4 more minutes, but for the first time in a while Nagito didn’t want the lesson to end, which surprised him. And so did the prospect of facing Hajime’s anger, which scared him far more than he would like to admit. His breath was getting heavier which he didn’t appreciate as his chest was already rising and falling way too abnormally even before this. He gripped his desk with a steadying hand, trying to juggle the emotionality and sensuality of it all at once. He didn’t even notice how quickly the time had passed until the bell informed him of his fate.

…

The vibrations stopped.
…
He knows.

Hajime was now standing next to him once again, hand in his pocket. He had no expression on his face, but he was very clearly trying not to scrunch up his brows. He was most likely still processing this whole situation given his uncomfortable stance and slightly unsure tone of voice.

“Are you busy, Komaeda? I know you don’t attend any clubs, so I thought I’d ask if you’d like to tag along with me today.” He tried feigning a social and upbeat tone which Nagito saw through immediately, but Chiaki seemed to buy it as she overheard the conversation and immediately packed up her bag and left the classroom.
How wonderful.

“Sure, Hinata-kun, anything for you.” All the while glaring, he made sure to keep the perfect balance between a conversational and seductive tone in order not to raise any flags to anyone but Hajime, who seemed to pick up on the seemingly subliminal message and gulped instinctively. He held the eye contact for long enough to make the boy slightly anxious and broke it right at the peak of the tension between them to start packing up his very note-less notebook and unopened pencil case.

He dragged the simple action out for as long as he could, stalling for time as his mind was filled with possible reactions of his raison d'être to his act of exhibitionism. Hinata-kun might very well had been joking back then during their little outing and just wanted to make an impression on his classmates while under the influence, but a part of Nagito wished that that wouldn’t be true. Truth be told, he had been fantasizing about Hajime for a while now, the boy having made an impression on him nearly from the start. He was intriguing in a way no one ever seemed to be; he seemed to stand out by the simple act of putting up with Nagito’s behavior and his overall existence. Time and time again Nagito had been put down, told off, scolded and abandoned, but Hinata-kun never did any of those things. Sure, he wasn’t exactly excited to be around Nagito at all times, but the look in his eyes would betray him more often than not, revealing a certain affection the boy could not fully comprehend.

“Hurry up.” By now they were the only people in the classroom, everyone having already gone to their respective club meetings. Hajime was no longer looking at Nagito, instead fidgeting with his hands nervously and shifting his weight from one foot to another. Adorable.

“Of course, Hinata-kun.” He grinned and slung his book bag over his shoulder, meeting Hajime’s evidently nervous, but hungry gaze halfway through. He couldn’t help but part his lips slightly in surprise and confusion at the look Hajime was now directing nowhere in particular.

“Why do you always call me that, even when no one is around?” His brows were furrowed in annoyance as he spoke with a tinge of aggravation, now looking directly in Nagito’s eyes.

“Well, why wouldn’t I? I think it’s appropriate to address my classmate with a proper honorific.” He spoke of it as if it was a fact, noticing the clear tension in every muscle of Hajime’s and the ever-growing irritation apparent on his face.

What he failed to observe was that one of his hands slipped back into the hoodie pocket.

In a matter of seconds he was on the floor, his book bag discarded next to him and a hand over his mouth as he struggled to not let out any obscene sounds whilst being rocked to the core by the most powerful vibrations that day. Even before it was nearly impossible for him to compose himself given how overstimulated his whole body was, but now it was indescribable - his mouth was agape, moans freely spilling out and he couldn’t form one coherent thought, except for:

“S-Stop!” Tears were already forming in his eyes, which he barely recognized and immediately regretted even coming to school that day to begin with.

Right after the word sounded throughout the whole classroom, the toy was turned off. Hajime was looking at Nagito so intensely, but with so much… worry.

“A…Are you okay? I should've asked you before I did… that.” The awkwardness in his voice got to Nagito as if through a fog, his mind still trying to piece together what had happened. He only managed a simple nod.

A silence filled the room as Hajime evidently tried to piece together a coherent sentence and Nagito tried to catch his breath.

“How… God, uhm… How many times have you…?” He left the sentence unfinished, coughing at the end to cover up his inexperience in that regard.

“Six. I counted.” He replied instantly and smiled knowingly. The answer shocked Hajime, making him stop dead in his tracks and stare at Nagito wide-eyed.
“And what will you do with that information, Hinata-kun?” His tone had a sort of mockery to it, evidently riling Hajime up.

“Okay, I… think we need to establish a safe word.” He wasn't looking at Nagito as he said this, instead fiddling with the remote in his hand.

“Coffee.” He spoke without skipping a beat, clearly immensely comfortable in the situation. “But you don’t have to react to it if you don’t want to, I'd understand. Guess it'd be best to watch worthless trash like me embarrass myself instead of-”

A pulse. Maybe a second long.

A warning.

“Show yourself off for me.” From the tone of his voice, Nagito could tell he had been preparing to say this since the beginning of their “interaction”. Albeit shocked by the sudden boldness of Hajime’s statement, he obliged.

He started off by carefully unbuttoning his pants, sliding them off just enough so they would rest on his thighs; his underwear followed suit.

Hajime would have been lying if he said he wasn't positively surprised to see Nagito’s cock so irritated and red.

“You… You put in a sound? Didn't I tell you to come in with only one…?” Now a genuine confusion spread across his face, as he alternated between outright staring and quick glances, not quite knowing what to do with himself.

“I wanted you to have plenty of fun with me.” He was still smiling, not letting his eyes off of Hajime's. He could tell the boy was severely inexperienced and didn't quite know what to do with himself, but despite that he still spoke in a faux-confident voice.

“Okay then, in that case you won't mind if we, uhm… Fuck…” The sight of Nagito sprawled out right before him made it impossible to think, and even worse to determine his course of action which caused him to grow frustrated.
“I will turn it on for five seconds and each time it will be more intense, okay? And y-you have to try not to… come.” His heart was beating out of his chest as he finally managed to say what had been brewing up in his mind since he found out about Nagito's predicament.

“If that’s what you want to see me do, Hinata-kun, I'll do it.”

Despite Hajime wanting to indulge the boy on it, because hearing him speak caused a shiver to run through his whole body, he managed to stay reserved enough to think about the situation cool headedly.

“No, Nagito, I, well, I want you to feel comfortable as well. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” In an attempt to stifle his arousal even if for a second he directed his gaze onto the door to the corridor behind them. Only now did he notice that it was, in fact, very much not locked and openable. Before Nagito could respond, he was already by the door, thanking every god known for the lock on it not having been taken down yet after the renovation.

…

He didn’t want to turn around, still unsure about the reality of the situation. He was afraid that if he saw Nagito once again he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Only after Nagito had let out a provocative whine did he turn around to face the smiling man. Without much thought, even before sitting down on a desk in front of Nagito like he had planned, he turned the vibrator on and started counting.

Nagito’s reaction was priceless. This time he was less surprised, but that didn’t change the fact he was only now learning properly about that side of Hajime and was still trying to predict his actions. He shut his eyes tight in an attempt to calm both his mind and body.

“One… Two… Three… Four… Five.” With the last syllable Hajime’s thumb was already on the “OFF” button in order to click it exactly after the five seconds had passed. Nagito let out a sigh of relief.

“Five more times to go. You think you can do it?” He definitely seemed less awkward now, but Nagito could still sense how tense he was.

“Of course, Hinata-kun. You gave me the orders and I shall obey.” Hajime cursed that infuriatingly attractive voice, because it only made him slip more and more into a primal state he didn’t particularly enjoy.

“...You really tick me off.” He spoke more to himself than to Nagito, trying to mask his obvious arousal.

He cleared his throat and clicked on the button one position higher.

–

With each time Hajime did this, Nagito’s reactions only intensified. During the second time, he had gripped his shirt tightly, already whimpering softly. The third time made him groan more often and louder, but he remained still. With the press of the fourth button, Nagito started moaning enthusiastically, brows furrowed in an effort to ease himself, legs stretched out. The fifth time caused him to nearly come undone, his whole body rocked by convulsions, trying to grip the walls and floor - but to no avail.

Hajime stayed silent besides the counting, giving Nagito approximately a minute to rest after each “round”, and during each of those breaks he seemed deep in thought, as if scheming something.

“Last one.” He spoke in a bland tone, clearly trying his best to not admit how affected he was by how Nagito was responding to the stimulation.

“Please, Hinata-kun…” He never actually asked for anything, but the message was clear: he had been on the verge of his orgasm during the last round. Despite that, the hope in his eyes shined brightly; he wanted to please Hajime in every way he was able to and Hajime was very eager to receive.

He clicked the button with no hesitation this time.

“One… Two…”

The buzzing was loud enough that Hajime could hear it from the desk he was sitting on.

“Three… Four…”

He had a kind of mischief on his face as he stared intensely at Nagito’s writhing body and listened attentively to his cries.

“Five.”

Hajime’s hand didn’t leave the remote for a second and so Nagito was left staring wide eyed at him.

“Six, seven, eight, nine…”

Nagito couldn’t take it. Tears filled his eyes as he still struggled to grab onto anything in his vicinity, but it was all futile.

“Hinata-kun, please, turn it off!” It was becoming too much for his poor body.

And yet Hajime sat there, glaring at him as if trying to decipher if he should attack his prey.

“Ten, eleven, twelve…” Were the only words that came from his mouth before he fell silent entirely, transfixed by Nagito’s reactions.

“Please, Hajime, I can’t - -” His voice stuttered and he tried saying more, but couldn’t as he was left speechless by the most other-worldly orgasm he had ever had. Hajime was looking at him with great vehemence as if drinking up everything Nagito did or said.

He was left glaring at Nagito's twitching, perfect body, observing everything and trying to catch out the tiniest details. He must've zoned out after a few seconds of this, not registering Nagito's desperate whines anymore.

“Hajime, please, I can't- I can't do this, please…” He was trying his best not to use the safeword, knowing that it would end the spectacle for who he loved most, but at that point he had nearly reached his limit.

“Nagito, you're so fucking pretty I can't take it anymore.” He was very clearly trying to hold himself back from jumping the man right then and there.

“Hajime, please…” He would have to do it. “Ah… Coffee…” He muttered out as quietly as he could, struggling to put his needs before anyone else's.

But Hajime heard and immediately turned it off. Despite the wrecked state of Nagito, he didn't come to help him, but instead watched how his body moved after such an intense experience.

And Nagito could barely move, which alarmed him far too much than he'd like to admit. His eyes were stuck on the image of Hajime, eyes darkened in a lust he had never thought to experience as all of his muscles spasmed involuntarily, trying their best to recover.

None of them spoke at all for a while, the both of them just sitting there, staring at each other, however, after a few minutes, Hajime decided to break the silence.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you that far.” He was unsure of what to even do in this situation - he felt guilty for making Nagito go through with it, but at the same time his body begged for release. Conflicted, he waited for a reply from Nagito.

“I hope you enjoyed the show, Hinata-kun.” His words surprisingly lacked any teasing tone as he quickly slid up his underwear and pants. He then got up, steadying himself with the wall next to him and, on shaky legs, walked out without a word.

Even if Hajime wanted to chase after him, he wouldn’t be able to, with his whole body frozen in place. He wanted to apologize and kiss him, but he knew he couldn’t - for he knew that moment was to be unspoken of and would never happen again; for as long as he was Hajime Hinata and his love was Nagito Komaeda their love wouldn’t exist.