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Drinking had never been Sanemi’s thing, in college his seniors would drag him from bar to bar after exam season and even now as an adult sandwiched his friends in a cramped restaurant room. Normally at this point he’d be nursing a beer that he had ordered at the start of the night but being with this lot had definitely loosened him up. He had lost count of how many drinks he had in the last five hours but if the three Sabito’s he was seeing were anything to go by, he had a lot more than he should have.
Giyuu’s face was pressed into Sabito’s back as Sabito animatedly described a story to an equally drunk Kyojuro, who’d be falling over it weren’t for the support of Tengen’s shoulder. Gyomei had been characteristically quiet for the majority of the night, but if the collection of glasses surrounding him were anything to go by then Sanemi could safely say that the gentle giant was just as gone as the other four drunken idiots.
Clicking his tongue, Sanemi knew he’d be in for a long night if he didn’t send in reinforcements. Ever the responsible one of the bunch, he had sent out texts at the start of the night to ensure that everyone would make it home. So when a tsk sounded behind him, he knew that he had been saved.
Shinobu was a small but mighty woman who often would look after the idiot duo that is Giyuu and Sabito. Known for her key role in getting the idiots to finally admit their feelings for each other, she also lives with them. So it was not uncommon for her to come out and retrieve them when they both got too drunk to safely find their way home. So tonight wasn’t any different than those other times but the lingering touches to her waist as Giyuu now pressed himself into her as well as the hungry look in Sabito’s eyes as he stared at the pair did not go unnoticed by Sanemi. Shaking his head, Sanemi chose not to comment but the glint in Tengen’s ever watchful eye ensured that this would be a topic of discussion at a later time.
With a strained smile and half-hearted wave, the three disappeared behind the sliding door and left the rest of the group to fend for themselves until someone came for them.
The wait wasn’t long.
Next came, Kanae along with Makio and Suma. Hinatsuru sent her regards but she had been working overtime and couldn’t get off to collect the troublesome man that Tengen became when he was drunk. Quickly filing in after them was a sweaty Obanai, who looked close to choking Kyojuro. Tengen and Kyojuro were quite the pair when together drunk and with no supervision. While they both had good tolerances, they still had a habit of getting into some kind of trouble that would often end with them getting banned from bars or an overnight stay in a police station. But now that Obanai and Kyojuro had started dating, it had become easier to round up the two and get them back safely to their respective apartments.
Kanae was fretting over Gyomei like normal as the giant man stared fondly at his lover. The intimacy of the stare was enough to make Sanemi divert his stare.
“Shinazugawa-kun.”
A grunt escaped his mouth.
“Mitsuri-san said she’d be here soon, so make sure to stay put until she gets here.”
Sanemi hated that Kanae’s smile grew at the blush spreading down his neck.
While his friends all had significant others or at least someone to hold at night, even his little shit of a brother had a partner. Sanemi had always been a bit of a loner in that sense, but as of late he had found a person that just kept entering his field of vision.
Mitsuri Kanroji, a twenty-two year old web designer that worked from home and could often be found feeding stray cats on their shared apartment buildings roof. She was the human embodiment of sunshine and happened to be a longtime friend of the Kocho sisters. But it wasn’t until recently that Sanemi had really begun to see her as more than just a friend of a friend.
He’d always thought she was pretty and nice, but since moving into his apartment building. Just across the hall, they’d grown closer than he’d like to admit especially because she had this way of being there whenever he needed someone.
Like tonight.
He had barely registered that he was alone until he heard a soft rap at the worn sliding door.
A small hand slid the door back and revealed a Mitsuri that Sanemi rarely gets to see. Because she works from home, her attire is almost always leaning towards the comfort over style side but tonight was not the case.
Clearly she had just come back from a night out. The black leather clung to her curves in an appetizing way and if he weren’t a fucking gentleman, he might have something to say about it. There was a slit going from mid thigh to the hem that ended at just about her knee. The neckline was plunging.
Sanemi cursed.
Just his night, the one time he let himself be swept up by his idiot friends. It also happens to be the one night with Mitsuri looking like something straight out of a horny teenager's dreams.
Sucking his teeth, he stood up and only wobbled just a bit. But it was enough to make Mitsuri feel like she had to help him out. Her hands may be tiny but they were firm and strong. Maybe it was the alcohol but Mitsuri sounded like a spirit and Sanemi could barely keep up with her as she tried making sure he was alright.
While she rarely wore makeup, it was clear that the sharp yet smokey shadow around her eyes were not natural. Her lips were dark yet shiny and juicy in a way that looked like they were begging to be kissed.
He had been so focused on taking in the way her face looked, that he hadn’t noticed that he basically had her cornered. They were so close, one more step and you might think that they were doing something naughty.
“...Sanemi?”
Her breath fanned over his face. She was so close, he could just reach out and touch her. It wasn’t like they hadn’t before. But he wouldn’t, at least for now.
“Let’s go.”
His voice was gruff as he found himself saying something to her at last.
Her cheeks warmed in a familiar way.
…
The walk home had been long and frustrating.
Mitsuri was just within arms reach but he couldn’t bring himself to reach out to her now. Not with the way her dress rose up when she walked or how the fit of the dress brought even more attention to the natural sway of her hips. The dress was definitely eye-catching but he didn’t want to stare at her in this way.
Yes his friend was very sexy but she was still a friend, right?
Even if they had shared a kiss on New Years Eve and they had keys to each other's apartments and spent a suspicious amount of time together. And maybe sometimes when he got extra hot and heavy he’d think about the way her thighs looked in shorts or about the time that he had found her bent over with her back arched as she searched for something that had fell under her desk.
So yes they were just friends but the desire to be with one another in more ways than one was definitely there.
But if that damned hem moved up one more time, Sanemi did not know what he’ll do.
…
Okay that’s a lie, the walk to their apartment was too long and both Sanemi and Mitsuri could no longer keep their hands to themselves.
As soon as the door shut Sanemi pounced. Hands gripped hips as fingers slid into white strands. Their lips moved like a well synchronized dance. Kissing Mitsuri felt like biting into a fresh batch of ohagi, sweet and soft. He just couldn’t get enough. They barely got their shoes off before Sanemi lost his footing and landed on his back with Mitsuri on top. That did not break the kiss but Mitsuri couldn’t help the giggles that had escaped from her. With a soft growl, Sanemi flipped them over. He hovered over Mitsuri, drinking her in. Her hair had fallen out of the high ponytail she had been sporting earlier and now surrounded her like a cotton candy cloud, her dress had lifted up and he could see a peak of the vibrant red thong she was wearing.
Sanemi cursed before lifting himself up and pulling her with him.
“Bedroom.”
If he wasn’t so close to just doing it on the floor, he would have said it more seductively instead of like a command. But his desire and brain were not really together at the moment.
Thankfully the walk to his room wasn’t long or they really would be fucking at the entry way. Sanemi placed Mitsuri on the bed before ridding himself of his shirt and he almost had his pants completely off before he felt himself being tugged over towards the bed. Looking down, Mitsuri was staring up at him from her position on the bed. And what a position it was, on all fours looking up at him with an expression that sent a wave of arouse straight to his dick. Keeping eye contact, her fingers tugged him by his waist band closer. All he could do was follow as she pushed his pants down and exposed himself to her.
In this moment he felt very vulnerable, while the two had shared kisses before. This was a level of intimacy that they had never been on before, but as Mitsuri maintained eye contact as her lips engulfed him. Sanemi felt the last reservations fall away from his mind.
The vision that was before was far better than anything that he had ever dreamed of before, plush lips wrapped around him as dainty had grasped him. Stroking him as a hot mouth worked over his sensitive head. Maybe it had been a while since he had been with anyone or Mitsuri was just that good but Sanemi was so close to orgasming. He tried to pull back as the ball in his stomach began to expand but Mitsuri’s grip was tight and she had no plans of letting him go. With a shout he came and Mitsuri drank everything he gave.
The little vixen even kept going until Sanemi’s over-stimulated dick could not take it anymore.
“Let go already.” he huffed, pulling away from her at last.
Mitsuri sat back on her heels with a pout that made Sanemi let out a low chuckle.
“You know I wanted to last longer than that Mi-tsu-ri.”
The way he pronounced her name sent a child down her spine. Again he had her caged between his arms as their lips locked once more. Rough fingers tugged at the zipper just to the side of her dress. Cool to the touch, Sanemi released her from their kiss so that he could look at her before him.
Practically throwing the dress across the room, Sanemi found a very nude Mitsuri before him. He was sure even when she had lost her thong but like a man on mission he zeroed in on his real target. Gently pushing her back, her legs unfolded as he leaned down onto his forearms to hover above her. Pressing his lips to her neck, Sanemi began mapping his way down her body. Making note of every place that he touched, licked and kissed that elicited a sigh or moan from her.
Soon he found himself face to face with her second set of lips; settling himself between her thighs, he placed her thighs on either side of his shoulders. Placing a kiss to her clit, his lips gently sucked on it. The moan that Mitsuri let out was like music to his ears. Dragging his tongue along her folds, he probed and explored her tenderly. He wanted to take a moment to make love to her with just his tongue.
Looking up he was blessed with a beautiful vision of Mitsuri coming undone. Hair was stuck to her neck, her cheeks were red and matching her swollen lips and glassy eyes stared back at him so intensely that Sanemi felt himself getting hard again.
Turning his attention back to her neglected clit, he brought up his left thumb to rub against it, tearing a cry right out her lips as his tongue fucked into her quivering walls in time with the strokes of his thumb. She was getting close to her orgasm, so to help her out Sanemi replaced his tongue with his fingers and pressed into Mitsuri.
Her eyes popped open as his thick fingers thrusted into her as his tongue descended onto her clit. Crying out once more, white spotted her vision as she came hard around two of his fingers. But that didn’t stop Sanemi. Pressing her legs further apart, he worked harder to add another finger. Stretching her open, Sanemi fucked her open with his fingers in determination of giving her another orgasm. The second orgasm was more powerful than Mitsuri or Sanemi had expected. Her body convulsed as her orgasm dripped out of her. Soaking the sheets beneath her.
Pulling his fingers out, Sanemi sucked her orgasm off of his fingers while looking her in the eyes. Moaning, Mitsuri pushed herself up and pulled Sanemi to her. Not wanting to waste one second, she pressed her lips to his. She could taste herself on his lips. Locked in each other’s embrace, Sanemi pulled back a little. Kissing her all over her face before reaching into his night stand in search of a condom but Mitsuri stopped him.
Quirking an eyebrow, he stared in question.
“No condom.”
“No condom?”
“I’m on birth control and I want to feel you cum in me.”
Sanemi felt his dick pulse.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You promise?”
“Yes! Now Sanemi please fuck me.”
Bold but the shy blush on her face told him all he needed to know. Not one to keep anyone waiting, he lined himself up with her entrance and sunk into her with ease. He moved slowly and when he finally bottomed out, they both released a breath that neither had realized they were holding. Placing a chaste kiss to her lips, Sanemi gave a few experimental thrust before slowly dragging himself in and out. The pace was tortuous for both of them, but Sanemi didn’t want to hurt Mitsuri so he took his time. Quickly Mitsuri grew tired of his slow pace and began moving her hips to meet his thrusts.
Huffing into her ear, he began to pick up his pace.
The sounds coming out of Mitsuri were heavenly. Her legs tightened around his waist as Sanemi continued to fuck her into his bed. Slowing down for a moment, he pulled himself out and before she could even question him, she found her face squished into his sheets as her back was arched. With her hips up in the air, Sanemi entered her once again. Both sighed as he once again set another torturous pace.
Curling a hand into her hair, Sanemi snapped his hips into her. Effectively knocking the breath out of her chest. Not giving her a moment to catch her breath, Sanemi began to fuck her as if his life depended on it. All that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping paired with bed springs creaking and heavy panting. Pressing her hips out a bit more, this new angle allowed Sanemi to a spot that caused stars to fill her vision as her walls clenched him even tighter.
Swearing, Sanemi kept hitting that one spot and Mitsuri found herself coming for the third time that night. But Sanemi kept thrusting, fucking her straight into another orgasm. A ball began to form in the pit of her stomach, it kept expanding as Sanemi kept at his punishing pace.
Seeing white, Mitsuri screamed with Sanemi following close behind as they both came together.
Giving one final thrust, Sanemi slowly pulled out his softened dick. His cum slowly began to spill out of her. Cursing softly, he got up on shaky legs and went into his bathroom. Coming back with dampened cloth, he found that she was in the same position. He couldn’t help the small smile on his face as he realised that she had fallen asleep. Kissing her lower back, he cleaned her up and grabbed a pair of pajamas. He dressed her in the top and pulled on the bottoms for himself. Pulling the covers back, he placed her on to one side of the bed. Settling onto his side, he closed his eyes and sighed.
The bed shifted as warmth began to radiate on his right side. Creaking one eye open he saw that Mitsuri had rolled over and cuddled into his side. Chuckling, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. Placing a kiss to the top of her head, he settled back against the pillow and found him drifting off into a pleasant dream.