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"Can you teach me how to kiss?"
The question rolled off my tongue with a certainty, settling into the thin air. The room was dark, despite the light glowing from the video game Satoru and Suguru were occupying themselves with. It was a two player game so I was left to my own devices—watching them—with my legs tucked under my body.
I watch as Satoru falters in the game, his white race car colliding with the side rail briefly, which is just enough time for Suguru to take the lead.
"Nice try, but your antics won't work."
He let out a condescending laugh, getting his car back in first place with ease, but I could tell just by the falter that I had gotten to him.
On the other side of the screen, Suguru gains up on Satoru, bumping up a few places among the NPCs they were racing against.
"I'm not joking."
The statement was plain, not dragging on any longer than it needed to. Still, it caught their attention, 2 pairs of eyes meeting mine in the dim room.
"You're not joking?" Satoru reiterates, as if he's doubtful of what he'd just heard. I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I start to elaborate.
"There's this guy I'm seeing and I don't want to be a complete idiot and not know how to kiss." It was a raw, honest answer, an issue that grew in the back of my mind, only finding a solution now in the stuffy room. The fact that I was seeing someone wasn't a lie, I had met someone on one of my missions. That day was warm too and I was off, tracking some curse when I spotted a guy in a uniform. It was a different one than ours, of course, and he wasn't any showstopper. In fact, it was his height more than his face that attracted me. I wasn't going to approaching him but the thought, the question, dawned on me in the middle of the sidewalk.
I'd never been kissed.It wasn't something that bothered me before, but standing there that day with a sheen of sweat painting my hairline, it seemed more important than the curse.
Maybe it's my teenage mind but I knew in this profession, we could die any day. And I'd rather not die without the feeling of someone elses lips on mine. I guess that's the main reason why I found myself in a quaint coffee shop, grinning across the table with the sidewalk guy.
"So," Suguru starts, glancing warily at his usual partner in crime, who's glancing back at him with the same expression. "You want us to teach you how to kiss?"
I let out a groan, suddenly embarrassed by the idea. I wasn't shy around them by any means, but as the question lingered in the air, I felt more and more inclined to back down. "Never mind—"
"Who's this guy you're trying to impress?" Satoru's brow is arched with curiosity, tossing his PS3 controller to the side, giving me his undivided attention.
"Some guy I met on one of my missions." I shrug with a dismissive tone.
Satoru scoffs, leaving no room for anymore explanations, "See that's why you're not as strong as us,"
"Yeah, you're too buys flirting with randoms." Suguru adds on as they share a cocky look, an equally condescending smirk spread across both their faces.
"Oh my god!" I exclaim, annoyance nagging at me. The more the questioned, the more they teased, the more I wanted to forget the notion all together, forget that I even asked. "Can one of you teach me or not?"
My final ultimatum had them glancing at each other, translating ideas with just a look. Time seems to still, the seconds taking their time inching across the clock as the consider the idea. My face is warm with embarrassment and I'm absolutely positive I'll find myself under my own sheets feeling pathetic.
Finally one of the two speak up, Satoru choosing to cut my time in purgatory short. "Fine." I raise an eyebrow, decently surprised. "We'll teach you."
"Both of you?" Suguru stretches his arms out behind him, his biceps stretching the material of his t-shirt. "We're a package deal." His sly smirk playing on his lips gives me hints that they're in this for undisclosed reasons but my mind is too wild with thoughts that I can't mull up ideas. I take a moment to review the proposal, my lapse of judgment in the warm room under their sharp gazes. Admittedly, I was expecting one of them, a quick peck on the lips, teach me where to put my hands and other minuscule things. I wasn't sure if I was prepared for them both.
"Fine" I declaring, trying to copy Satoru's cadence from when he said it, but I don't have that much power in my voice. Not with the anticipation bubbling up in my stomach, not with the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up.
I'd be kissing both…
I try to wrap my brain around the idea but I couldn't digest it. Of course I'd seen the many girls that fall to their knees at their altar and I wouldn't say I couldn't see why. They were both gorgeous in their respective ways and I just couldn't grasp that I'd be kissing them both.
"Which one of you is first?" There was hesitation in my statement and I couldn't hide it or my eagerness.
Satoru jumps at the opportunity first, leaving his counterpart to follow suit. The bed dips under their weight as both of them take their spots next to me. I adjust my body, pulling my legs from under me. Suddenly, I felt squished, small in between them and neither of them bothered to leave room to breathe let alone move. It was a subtle pleasing, suffocating between them.
But I pushed down the feeling, uneasy as I waited for one of them to make the first move. In the movies and TV shows, the girls usually stay still and let themselves be kissed. They wait for the guy to make the move, following their lead. But this wasn't a movie or a TV show and usually the girl isn't stuck, wedge between 2 breathtaking guys.
Still, I sat, motionless.
"How much do you know?" Satoru questioned, placing his hands behind him on the bed. He's sporting a relaxed grin, most of his smugness concealed by his glasses. I stay quiet, my eyes mindlessly tracing his form, the question wrapping around my brain and seeping into it.
How much did I know?
Like any other curious girl, I'd watch explicit things, videos and films. But the kissing wasn't the part I focused on. In all honesty, the only kissing I'd done was a peck on the cheek.
But I couldn't admit that to them...right?
"Not much," Another dismissive statement, and even that overestimated what I'd done. Still, it laid me right in the middle of pure inexperience and an expert. I'm positive he could tell I was lying. A big part of me tossed and turned between hate and envy at the fact that both of them were pretty good at reading people. If he could tell I was lying, he didn't express it. Instead, his toothy grin widened and simultaneously disarmed me.
"Showing is better than telling, you know."
He can't be serious.
But there's nothing in his cocky grin and tilted head to indicate that he isn't. I glance at Suguru, looking for any sort of help, but instead I find him sporting the same expression, waiting for me to make my move. So, defeated, I turn to him, the bed dipping again as I crawl to his laid back form. Just with that movement, I could feel them watching me, watching as my back curves and my shorts ride up. Their gazes burn holes into my already warm skin as I settle in front of Satoru, like a cat ready to sleep.
Whenever girls would flirt with Satoru on a mission, I wondered what they saw in him. Of course, he was beautiful. From his snowy white hair to his sharp blue eyes, a smile that could dazzle an entire room, he was the exact meaning of ethereal.
Despite that, it isn't until now that his perfect lips, pink and glossy, are inches away that i understand. Fully understand.
There's a lump in my throat as I reach my hand out, sure if he asked me something, I wouldn't have the strength to answer. I watch in a disembodied way—as if my body is disconnected from my mind, rushing to catch up—as my own fingers slide off his dark glasses. His hair falls over his piercing eyes, resembling an angel, just waiting to be kissed, begging for that arrogant grin to be wiped off his face.
For the first time during the duration in our friendship, I take the bait, prickles of electricity sparking under my skin, coiling around my nerves. I feel on edge and at ease at the same time, hesitantly ready for anything. Along with the new electric current pulsing through me, down my spine, straight to the heat between my thighs, sparks of pride pool in my gut. At first, kissing Satoru was like kissing a warm cotton ball. But once my head registers that this is actually happening, once the pivotal point in the universe rests on my shoulders, he takes action, his lips moving against mine in expert ways.
I try and take my time when my lips are against his, try and focus on the point and not fall into a senseless abyss. I try and focus on how i was moving, or better yet, how I should be moving, where my hands to should go, if I should lean in more or pull back. Despite my efforts, he kisses with an eager ego, pride behind every nip and lick at my lips. It feels like an erratic but methodical process, successfully rendering me weak against him. Rather quickly, I loose track of the seconds, helplessly wrapped in his aroma, completely under his spell. When I finally do pull back, there isn't any air left in my lungs.
"How was that?"
I question, a lousy attempt to get back on track, desperately trying to pretend that the nerves in my brains and lips aren't set ablaze. I half expected another cocky grin in return, but instead, I'm met with lidded eyes and puffy pink lips. His expression is unexpectedly lewd and for a moment, I indulge in the daydream of waking up to those eyes, full of unrestrained need.
"Pretty good for a newbie." I didn't know if I should have taken it as a compliment or an insult, but I shake my head nonetheless as a way to remove myself from the charged air.
"Pretty good?" I push him for more, unsure if I would be satisfied with any answer. I knew I wasn't the best but I knew I didn't kiss him like a dead fish, but I should have known better than to look for validation from him.
"Yeah," He starts, that new lewd look gone within an instant, replaced with is usual know-it-all expression. "It was kind of boring though." He admits with a dismissive tone, like he didn't just take a shot at my ego. Satoru shrugged at my shell shocked look, sparing a glance at Suguru, who's been far too quiet for my liking.
"Boring?"
While I hadn't prepared for the both of them to teach me this incredibly common thing, I also hadn't prepared myself for a deduction in my barely there skills. I knew I wouldn't be good at all, but I didn't know I'd be faced with that reality so soon and come out the other end feeling worse than I came in.
So, with determination, I turned to Suguru, needing to prove to at least one of my teachers that I wasn't completely incompetent. Unlike Satoru, I couldn't read Suguru's expression. His lips were curved into a sly smirk that I've seen on his face many times before. But this time, it was paired with an expecting tilted head, like he knew exactly what I was about to do, only patiently waiting. So, I take the bait.
Much like their appearances, their kissing techniques were a starch contrast. While Satoru was lit up with unyielding, raw with passion, dripping with lust, Suguru was slow and methodical. I kissed him just like I kissed Satoru, but this time, I didn't need to race to keep up. His lips moved against mine lesiurley, achingly slow, like we had all the time in the world to stretch this out. He was gentle, patiently dominating the kiss in a way that made my chest throb. His lips are just as soft as Satoru's but he doesn't push and intrude for more. Instead he lures me in, trapping me in a constant state of inching and begging for more. He takes his time dragging the desire out of me, and just in seconds, my bruised pride is the last thing I'm thinking about.
He pulls back first, leaving my lungs intact but dizzy and unfocused. Still, his face is unreadable, smirk perfectly untouched as if he didn't just make my brain short circuit.
"Is that boring?" I ask, hoping he's much kinder than Satoru. His eyes flash down to my lips and he takes in the sight of them after the kiss, still hellbent on taking all the time in the world to answer. Finally, he nods, strands of his bangs falling over his brows.
"A little, yeah." I scoff, embarrassment blooming across my face in a deep shade of red. Part of me—the unashamed part, is grateful I'm getting this practice, grateful the 2 of the hottest guys I knew were letting me improve my skills on their lips.
"How is it boring?" There's hints of disappointment in my tone, but my naivety seems to amuse them both. Satoru speaks first, sitting up straight, using his hands as visual representation for his explanation.
"It's just…you don't really…" He trails off, struggling to find the words. I furrow my brows, almost holding my breath as I wait for his response.
"You sort of…just kiss." His answer sends me for a whirl and I try and think back to each kiss, reviewing it over as if it were a test question I'd gotten wrong.
"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" My confusion is evident on my face as they share a snicker.
"It's kind of…" Suguru starts and I turn to him for a little more clarity than what Satoru gave me. But all he says is: "It's hard to explain." and leaves it at that. Tucking my hands under my thighs, I look between them both again, "Well, showing is better than telling, isn't it?" I use Satoru's words against them, still unsure what I'm even suggesting here. I felt like I was being circled by sharks, proposing ideas so they wouldn't eat me alive.
Part of me is still worried about not getting this down, with a certain obsessive necessity like it was a driver's test or a concept I couldn't quite understand. But the rest of me, most of me, just wanted their taste on my lips again. It had sparked an unexpectedly new feeling in my chest and I wasn't completely sure if I'd ever get over it.
I glance at them both, an anticipatory expression painted all over my face. I waited for one of them to make a move, any move, close the distance, explain further, anything. My own eagerness hung in the air, high over all our heads as I watched them give each other another glance. It was much different than the looks before. It was far different from the seemingly telepathic looks. Strangely, it was similar to the looks they'd given me, the looks briefly flashing in their eyes when I'd pulled back from their lips.
A look of lust.
The first thing I felt that registered in my brain was my heart hammering against my chest. Suddenly, I was thrust into the background of the moment, almost as if I was watching a show or musical play out before me. The bed was small, and if I wasn't squished before, I was squished now, shoved between them both as they closed the distance. Before I could fix my tongue to protest, question or anything of the kind, their lips met. If i were a fly on a wall, I'd immediately notice the difference between this kiss and the kiss I had shared with each of them. But I was too busy studying every little aspect of the situation. If I were wiser, I'd take note to how Satoru's hand sneaks across Suguru's neck, or how they each part their lips delicately as a sign to take a tentative but deliberate step further. Still, I was far too preoccupied with gripping the sheets below me, in weak attempts to wrap my head around and cope with the fortuitous moment and exactly what it was doing to my body. I couldn't comprehend how I could be feeling this way, the exact way I feel on late nights in my bed, my hand buried in places doing things I've kept secret. Nonetheless, I hung on tightly, gripped tightly, to everything they did. Every reaction, every movement, every dip and swipe of a tongue, every nip and bite. I try and swallow the lump in my throat but I fail, leaving my mouth agape in satisfied shock. I felt tight coils wrapping around my gut, pulling and tugging me every which way. I felt a throbbing, pulsating heart beat between my thighs and I was too enthralled to care about the deep shade of blush on my cheeks. Too encapsulated, I didn't notice Suguru's hand that had crept around my thigh. For a slit second, I tried using that touch to ground myself into the earth, but even his hand had cruel intentions.
As Suguru deepens the kiss with Satoru, his sharp jaw line looking exceedingly delicious in the moment, his hands starts to move over my thighs running up and down my bare skin in a seemingly soothing matter. But it's not soothing at all. Just like when his lips are on mine, the way he rubs my thighs lulls me into a deep abyss of sensuality, almost keeping me there, encouraging the tightness in my stomach, forcing me to watch. I try and dissect, depict exactly what I'm feeling in my chest, struggling to describe the mix of excitement and curiosity. But soon, with Suguru's hand on my thigh and their tongues mingling, I can't differentiate the pulse in my chest from the one between my thighs.
When the kiss finally slows to a stop, the pull apart, separating with a string of saliva. As they do, I'm left breathless as if I were the one being kisses senseless. Suguru's hand remains on my thigh, politely close to inappropriate areas. They both turn to me, lips puffy and abused and it's only then that I wrap my head around what just happened.
"You good?" Suguru asks, still faking that his hand is on my thigh for reasons bordering comfort. Clamping my mouth shut, I loosen my grip around the sheets, letting blood circulate back into my knuckles. On the outside, I'm feigning a carefree look, as if my entire body is unbothered. But on the inside, it's quite to opposite, every thought is bouncing around in my head, struggling against the thick fog, every vein is filled with unexplored need and I wasn't sure where to even begin.
So, I just helplessly nod, not trusting my own voice to get the job down, or rather, the lie done. Satoru's irritatingly smug smirk returns as he inches closer to my face, his sense of personal space nonexistent.
"Dude, I think she's in shock." He examines my face with beautifully wide blue eyes, pupils blown. Quickly, I gather myself, shoving my perverse thoughts back into the corners of my mind. I recoil my face back in attempts to put some distance and breath in this trapped space. "No, I'm not," I retort, but in reality I felt like I was drawing in a sea of buzzing, inelastic desire, and I was desperately bobbing my head at the surface, trying to get my lungs to stop burning. It was all too much, the intensity at which they kissed, Satoru's blown pupils, Suguru's hand down to his thumb that's now drawing circles on my inner thigh.
"You're right," I start, addressing them both without meeting there eyes. "My kisses are boring."
Satoru's smirk widens, his hands taking action, placing the strap of my tank top back where it belonged on the dip of my shoulder. I guessed during the craze of it all, it had fallen down, exposing how I didn't have on a bra. As his fingertips lingered, running across the thin material, I'd started to regret that decision. His eyes weren't on mine, instead, fixated on the curve of my boobs through the black cotton. "Aw, it's OK," His tone was soft, sugar-coated in a compelling velvety way. Despite that, his eyes are shameless in the way they ogled me, his fingertips still fiddling with the strap in a daunting way. If I had to guess, he was actively pushing down the instinct to pull the strap down further. Scarily enough, I wasn't sure I would stop him if he asked.
"That's why we're going to teach you, right?" Even though I'm sure he didn't need an answer, I nod, letting his statement sink in as a promise. Because of that, I had a sneaking suspicion that not much teaching would be happening. The charged atmosphere remained, electrified even more by both their hands on separate limbs. Satoru makes his move first, seemingly bored of the prolonged proximity, inching closer to my face again. "You're still okay with this?" His expression is more blunt if even possible, his eyebrows curved upward in an almost pained way. From here, he looked like a sad puppy dog, even if he was silently begging for something so dirty.
Finally, the fog in my brain clears, and I analyze the situation for what it really is. Suddenly, I could feel everything like it was engraved in my skin, Suguru's hand slipping further down my thigh, a quiet threat. Satoru's lips parted slightly, just waiting to jump at anything I say. The warm air around me, the material of my tank top and shorts gluing to my stick and sweaty skin. The lump in my dry throat, the hairs on the back on my neck sticking up with anticipation. By the time I understand it all, I've already nodded, breathing out a needy, "Yes". He returns this same breathy response with one of his own—"Good", and I only briefly catch his lidded eyes before he kisses me with the same intensity that he kissed Suguru with.
This time, I don't try to make any improvements or learn. This time, I give into each throb under my skin, hollowing out my insides. He kisses me like his life depends on it, like his body and his mind have become one, acting out each impulse the minute it arrives. I let go of any sense of uncertainty, his kiss respectively dismantling me as his hands wander. He focuses in on my torso, his long fingers exploring my shoulder blades down to the underside of my ribs, while Suguru refuses to be ignored, his grip tightening around my thighs, fingertips dipping under my shorts. Before I know it, Satoru's hand curves around my boob, his thumb despairingly close to my hardened nipple. Like it's some instinct, I arch my back into the touch and he leans in closer—as if he could get any closer.
I fall back onto my elbows, my thighs falling open, giving more access to Suguru. While Satoru is an excellent kisser, he's selfish in the way he pulls out any air from my lungs, replacing it only so he could take it again to satiate some deep hunger. He wastes no time slipping a hand under the damp material of my tank top, hitching it up as his warm hands wrap around the pillow tissue. The moment was so lewd, and I had no choice but to submit to it, my brows furrowed in sexual frustration. Suddenly there's an itch that I've never felt that's demanding to be scratched. Suddenly, the boy I met didn't matter and as long as I was stuck between the both of them, I'd be perfectly fine.
Why hadn't I done this sooner?
Why hadn't I believed their conquests, why hadn't I gone after this beautifully placed opportunity before? But as Satoru's thumb ran over my bare nipple and as Suguru's fingers crept further to the damp area over my center, I thought, 'better late than never'.
Which is a true thought that I'd decided to live by after tonight, because I never would have assumed I'd be moaning into Satoru's mouth, or lifting my hips to let Suguru pull my shorts off. I felt bare and intruded against them, unexpectedly vulnerable as Satoru's tongue trails down the length of my neck. He continues his abuse against my chest, twisting at my nipples, drawing out all sorts of foreign sounds from deep inside me.
Whereas Suguru plays the long game, fingertips trailing down the edges of my panties. I'm sure he's sporting his usual sly grin but I'm too focused on Satoru's mouth leaving marks over the sharp edges of my collarbones. Before I know it, my tank top is ripped over my head, tossed into some corner of his messy room as if he had a personal vendetta against it. He's eager in the way he wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking, licking, even soft bites, so attentive to each reaction. It's new the way he pays close attention, feeding into his own needs while supplying a dose to mine.
Suguru, being the silent, unyielding presence he is, finally curves his finger beneath the thin cotton of my panties. He pulls the drenched center to the side, exposing my bare core to him. Over Satoru's back with low eyes, I watch him duck his head and it's only when I feel soft lips peppering kisses across my thighs that I realize what he's doing. But his lips work as an aversion because it's his fingers that spread me apart first, slipping in with ease. I let out a stagnant sound between a gasp and a move, taken aback by how different his feel compared to my own. His fingers are thick, reaching places I assumed were myths because I couldn't reach them myself. My stomach is tense, the coil around my intestines tight, begging for a release. Just as his fingers curve against my gummy walls, his tongue swipes against my clit, his spare hand holding me still by my hips.
It was what I assumed, only the beginning , but I already felt worn like some doll placed here only for their satisfaction. My brain didn't know what to focus on, the stimulation of it all suddenly pushing me into overdrive. It was all so lewd, I could only imagine how the sight looked to an on-looker; me spread open, completely bare with my most intimate parts being worshiped by two devastatingly handsome men. In the morning, I'm sure only the aches in my muscles will serve as a reminder that this even happened. Even in the moment, I wasn't sure if it was a dream or not. But Suguru's tongue working the same wonders he did in Satoru's mouth brings me back to earth.
My body jerks under the both, my moans turning into breathless whimpers as Suguru's fingers drag out all sorts of feelings. His speed is lethal, but Satoru refuses to be pushed into the background, his tongue swirling around my nipples bringing my attention back to him. He spares me a glance through his white lashes, grinning devilishly.
"Is this a good lesson?" He coos, shamelessly fondling my chest as if it was his new hyper fixation. Both his hands and Suguru's tongue where warm and inviting, urging my back to lift of the bed, arching wickedly like a cat. Helplessly, I nod, still not trusting my now raspy voice to bounce off the walls. But, disappointed, Satoru pouts at that, tilting his head in a boyish way, "Aw, use your words," He encourages, bringing his hand to cup my face. While his expression is soft, his grip is anything but, squeeze my cheeks together, drawing out my response.
"Y-yes," A blush burned across my cheeks but I wasn't worried about that when Suguru replaced his fingers with his tongue. If it were a normal situation, I'd praise him for how scarily good his tongue felt, but it wasn't a normal situation and I could hardly speak let alone praise him. Satoru is still irritatingly observant, cooing again at my reaction. He forces me to keep my eyes locked on his as Suguru tugs me closer, tossing my legs over his shoulders, diving deeper into my drenched cunt.
It was utterly impossible to focus, not with the long, wet strides he was treating my pussy to, not when it seemed like Satoru was committing every whimper, every stutter to his memory to replay in his mind later. Satoru's eye contact was piercing, shifting from my parted lips, lidded eyes to my chest, diligently kneading like his life depended on it. Soon, my moans mingled with the obscene sounds of Suguru lapping up my juices so thirstily. By the time I was close, I was a babbling mess, looking toward Satoru for help, who only grinned down at me, "You like Suguru's tongue, huh?" Squelching noises and my back forming the shape of a C off the bed distracted me from his question.
My hole pulsated around his tongue, rendered stupid when he adds his fingers, scissoring them inside my cunt. It felt like I couldn't breathe and he was pulling out every thing I had to give, making my stomach twist, my toes curl. Satoru's hand returned to my face, cupping it roughly so I'd look at nothing but him, "I asked you a question," His demand for attention wasn't anything new to me, and I fought against every nerve in my body to chalk up a weak, "God, yes," My fingers slip into Suguru's hair, hoping he'll take my raspy compliment in stride and continue. I kept my water eyes on Satoru, looking at him through wet lashes as his best friend fucks into the cushion of my pussy.
My whole body shutters at this scorching new feeling; every part of me was set ablaze, burning from my sensitive nipples to my dripping core. The air was polluted with filthy sounds, bouncing off the poster-covered walls but I could care less. I didn't care about whatever salacious rumors would arise if someone heard, I was to fascinated with Suguru's fingers curling harder against that sweet spongy spot that ached. My hips twitch against him, my fingers gripping tightly around his hair, daring him to move away.
"You look so good like this," Satoru continued to soothe me with his dirty words, leaning down to face me, inspect the sensual faces Suguru's tongue slurped out of me. My whimpers morphed into pathetic whines as I writhed in both their hands, my torso twisting and turning each way as Suguru held me in place, insuring I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Satoru hums, the tip of his nose cold against my cheeks as he positions his lips near my ears, "Why don't you be a good girl and cum for me." I didn't have time to focus on his use of me as if he had done all the work—but maybe he had. It didn't matter because I obeyed without a first or second thought, my body becoming an unnerved wreck under them both. I choke on a sob, my eyes fluttering shut, becoming a pliant, sloppy mess in Suguru's hands and he just laps it up, the vibrations of his moans against my clit letting me ride it out.
By the time I could back down to earth, I'm nothing but a panty-sweaty mess, let in a puddle of my own juices. My body still twitches and aches as I shamelessly grind against Suguru's clit. Satoru's face is buried in my neck, kissing and licking across the marks he'd already made. As if in sync, they both pull themselves away from my body, leaving me with an unwelcoming cold emptiness. Suguru's sporting his usual, dangerously gorgeous smirk, made somehow more lethal with the shine of me all over his mouth.
Wedging himself between my legs, he leans closer, his bangs sticking to his forehead a bit, "You taste so good," I don't even bother trying to push a thought through my brain, too dazed to even speak anymore. It doesn't seem to bother him, he only brings his lips to mine, his kiss surprisingly slow, but deep. He swirls his tongue around mine, as if to prove that I taste good. Just seconds before I get lost in the kiss, Satoru speaks up, "You're hogging her, you know." I can almost here the childish pout playing on his perfect lips. Suguru pulls back, a toothy grin completely absent of annoyance.
It's almost maddening how good he looks like this.
Just like before, the air leaves my lungs as I watch Suguru plant his lips on Satoru's. Luck enough for me, I have a way to take out my frustration, rutting my still wet core against his clothed length. I watch with covert, need as they're captured in a searing kiss, Satoru devouring every part of me left on his lips and tongue, unabashedly licking the shine off his mouth and chin. Lost in the trance of their tongues meshing, exchanging spit and hints of my juices, I don't notice how roughly my hips buck against Suguru. I'm sure I was leaving a wet mark on his gray sweatpants, but I couldn't care less. It was so outwardly dirty, and maybe tomorrow I'd be embarrassed at how fondled my own chest, grinding myself against Suguru, nearly levitating at the sight of my closest friends devouring each other. When they finally pulled apart, I was on the edge again, my lips parted, nearly drooling.
"You're right," Satoru starts, a shit-eating grin painted on his face, "She does taste good." It isn't until an involuntary whine scratches against my vocal cords that they glance my way. I couldn't imagine how desperate I looked, splayed open, my own hands all over myself, nearly drooling. Satoru lets out another hum, tilting his head at me as if he pitied me. "Aw, she looks so pathetic," I couldn't tell if it was an insult or an overt observation.
"I guess we should help her, huh,"