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8, Komaegi 👀

Hot damn! I haven't gotten to write a somnophilia fic for Komaegi since Kinktober a few months back.

Let's say that this takes place when Servant, as an Ultimate Despair, is caught by Makoto and awaiting undergoing the NWP. Servant gets more than just a little bit curious about the Ultimate Hope...

Triggers: Somnophilia, non-con, orgasm denial (for himself lol)

Makoto Naegi simply couldn't stay awake forever.

From beyond his cell, Servant watched him closely even though the two had barely exchanged words. It was odd. When he finally had the famed Ultimate Hope within his sights, so close that he could reach between the bars and just brush his suit with his fingertips, Servant couldn't find anything to say. No taunts. No questions. All he could manage were genuine looks of pure curiosity that he showered Makoto in.

Chestnut brown hair, soft, green eyes, a look of sincerity... was that all there was to Ultimate Hope? An appearance so remarkably average? An unavoidable yawn slipped from Makoto's lips in between breaking the silence to check if Servant needed anything while he was imprisoned.

What Makoto was going to do with him, Servant didn't know. Nor did he really care. For all he knew, he was half an hour from his execution at that very moment, but if he could spend his last few moments observing the one who ended Junko Enoshima, then he could consider himself truly blessed.

Makoto's eyes had grown heavy. Perhaps that was Servant's luck. Servant let his chest rest against the bars of the cell, his eyes locking on Makoto as he yawned. It was so hard, so difficult to tear his gaze away on occasion from the other boy. Servant could feel his teeth sink into his bottom lip, the pressure in his mind encouraging him to draw as close as the bars would allow him to. But he had to fiddle with his hands and look away. He had to put Makoto at ease. Whenever Makoto softly yawned or drew a lazy hand through his sharp hair, Servant knew the ploy was working. He was lulling Makoto into a state of beautiful complacency, a position where he could freely be observed.

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"Mhnn..." Makoto pushed his palm against his sleepy eyes, but it did little to prevent his eyes from lowering shut. He wanted to stay awake, to comfort Nagito Komaeda some more if he could. Still, he found him hard to talk to. All he would receive from his fellow Hope's Peak peer were small gestures of praise here and there. Makoto found that off-putting.

And after days of searching out each Ultimate Despair after another, he was so tired. His eyes were unbearably heavy. His fingernails scraped the dirty ground of the warehouse he stored Nagito Komaeda in, trying to prop his head upwards to keep awake.

It was no wonder he ended up like this, refusing to let Byakuya or Kyoko take over for him. It was just like him...

His head drooped backwards against the wall. A hard wall of stone was surprisingly comfortable after a few days of no sleep. His eyes settled down, and the light faded from his vision. Just a little rest... it was alright.

Nagito Komaeda couldn't go anywhere.

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"He really is... so ordinary," Servant breathed, his form shadowing over Makoto's slumbering body.

After Makoto had succumbed to exhaustion, Servant merely stood up and tested the lock on the cell door. Definitely locked. But if he was lucky...

Applying some more weight, the lock shifted with a soft snap from the inner mechanism. Servant groaned, feeling a throb in his hands from shoving the door. It still wasn't open, but he thought it was well worth another try. So, he did. Another full force shove saw the lock snap with another minor clanging noise. His eyes narrowed to see that Makoto did not stir from the noise he made, nor from the door creaking open lightly.

Immediately, Servant sank to the floor and crawled to observe the Ultimate Hope, taking time to stare into his sleeping face. Soft. There was no other word to describe him. Makoto Naegi had the scratches and occasional smears of dirt from travel and hardship, but his face was ultimately unassuming and blissful.

"Hm..." Servant wanted to shudder a bit in delight. Was it perverse? He wasn't sure what he expected, but he could feel the unspoken trust between them already. Makoto didn't fear him. He didn't want to hurt him either or make him suffer for anything he had done. Servant wasn't capable of much, but surely, he had provided some misery to the world through his sheer existence. Makoto didn't care about that. He could tell.

That fave was kind. Beautiful. Hopeful. Servant let the heated gasp slip through his lips. He didn't deserve Makoto's salvation even when it was delivered in such a small and unassuming form. It was perverted to consider him like this, to be above him when the other slept so gently.

And yet, Servant wanted to touch him. To see more and more of his emotions, his skin, his soul. His fingers ghosted Makoto's cheek, stroking down to his neck. He enjoyed that shiver Makoto gave from being touched, the slight beat of his heart that he could experience through his jugular.

"Amazing..." Servant said to himself. He didn't hold his voice back. If Makoto woke up and caught him, he would deserve it. Maybe it would stop him.

His fingers worked Makoto's jacket aside so he could unbutton his shirt one button at a time. He pulled the ends of his shirt away to let Makoto's bare chest breathe, his digits drifting above Makoto's navel. What a smooth and unimpressive chest. The Ultimate Hope really had no distinguishing features from what he thought made an average boy. In some strange way, perhaps that made Makoto more special.

For a moment, Makoto shuddered in his sleep. Servant found his thumb tracing his bare chest, circling around his left nipple until it hardened. "Hmm... I wonder..." He smiled to himself, then dove to kiss the other nipple and take it between his lips.

To his pleasure, Makoto winced in his sleep, then shifted against Servant's clothed body. It was like he wanted to cuddle closer to the one playing with him. Servant couldn't help but let out a small moan in turn. Before Makoto slipped back down against the floor, he pretended for the brief second that they were lovers. He let the nipple slip away, then kissed the other one in turn. He suckled on it greedily, then kissed down Makoto's chest. The Ultimate Hope had not awakened, and it only encouraged him to explore him further.

Small, wet kisses trailed down Makoto's front as Servant's ears filled with those small sighs and groans. Makoto was truly exhausted or surely, he would have woken up.

"Hm... what's this?" Servant asked to himself. His hand pressed to a slight bulge in Makoto's trousers that was stiffening by the moment. "Amazing..." He couldn't help himself. Cupping Makoto's bulge, he stroked his front, trying to urge the boy to let himself feel everything he wanted to in the safety of his dreams.

Makoto obliged him. With another low moan in his throat, his back arched in his sleep. His bottom half nuzzled into Servant's palm, trying to feel the friction he craved.

"It feels good, right? I guess you deserve to feel good."

Servant wouldn't know if he was being honest. He didn't know Makoto Naegi. Truly. No matter how much he wanted to. He didn't deserve to. His own hands had dipped between his trousers to bring out his needy cock. He wondered if he could brush his tip against Makoto's, if they could get off together.

It didn't seem right. He was getting hard for Makoto, reading to peel his pants off and mount him. But he couldn't. Makoto needed to feel good. That's all that mattered, Servant reasoned. Even as the line of precum drooled from his tip, he squatted back down between Makoto's legs.

In seconds, he had Makoto's pants down his legs. Perhaps Servant was just a bit too eager. Dipping beneath his boxers, he found Makoto's half-erect cock stiffening in his hands. He wasted no time in running his fingers carefully along the shaft's veins, paying attention to the bottom side with his thumb. Makoto let out a whimper, his face scrunching up.

Servant grinned again. How... cute. How handsome. How perfect... "It's me. You're actually allowing me to make you feel this way..." How could someone so ordinary make Servant feel this way?

He flushed and drew in a heated breath, diving between Makoto's thighs. He kissed him there, he kissed inside his thighs, then he kissed and lingered on the tip of his cock.

"Naegi..." Servant finally said his name, then he blissfully licked Makoto's tip. The small moan encouraged him to go further, to run his tongue along his length. The salty, unwashed scent filtered through Servant's senses. His fingernails sank into Makoto's thighs and pulled him closer. The salty flavor was easy to adjust to as there wasn't much of it. It was just enough that trickled onto Servant's tongue in the form precum, which he eagerly lapped up like a dutiful mutt. He took Makoto's cock into his cheek, sucking and savoring him, going as far as he could until his nose brushed against Makoto's pubes.

Servant felt low. Dirty. Secretive. His hand reached between his own legs to stroke himself as well. But he stopped just as the pressure built, just as his breathing on Makoto's length became strained. No. He didn't deserve to come. Makoto did. Only Makoto... Servant deserved to dwell in this longing.

He let Makoto's cock travel in his mouth towards the back of his throat and held it there as if to challenge himself. A second later, he pulled back and sputtered, coughing once he released Makoto. Lines of spittle and precum trickled from his lips, but as lewd as it was, he didn't waste time before kissing Makoto's head again. He took him back inside of his mouth and closed his eyes.

With each moment, Makoto's groans were more frequent and louder. So were the pulses in Servant's mouth as the tip neared his throat again. He mentally counted Makoto's orgasm climbing more and more until...

Servant pulled back, quickly replacing his lips with his hands and pumped Makoto's cock until a line of seed shot across Servant's lap. Another small shot hit his inner thighs, trickling down like a web that connected their flesh. Almost like they had come together.

But they hadn't. And they wouldn't. Makoto sighed in his sleep, his groans fading off so gently. Servant smiled, wiping the mess from his thighs. His hand cupped Makoto's cock once again, giving the flaccid shaft a few more pumps until he felt Makoto curl to him once again.

The night was still young, and Makoto was still so tired. What were the odds that Servant could work out all his pain? He closed Makoto's soft thighs around his own cock and gave a desperate thrust between them, his lips parting to release his own torrent of moans.

"I'm sorry, Naegi-kun...I really am so hopeless and greedy... but I'll make sure to care for you until you catch me..."