Coming to Coba had a lot of unforeseen side effects, beyond the bare minimum of leaving everyone in Inaba House conditioned to want regular sex even in absence of a continued stimulus.
For one thing, it involved changing pharmacies. By the time Souji had thought of the ramifications of this, Naoto, at least, had run out of her prescription for birth control, and while they waited through the weeks it took the new prescription to build up in her system, this meant an inordinate amount of grinding and other, safer practices - the way that Souji was now, lying on top her with the both of them oil-slicked, rubbing his hips over hers and sliding his cock against her, slipping from rubbing over her tailbone down to the point where the tip of him would catch and almost slide in between her thighs. But most of the pressure, most of the attention, was reserved for her ass.
Even as responsible as Naoto is, sometimes she doesn't think about the ramifications of certain things. However, she has been dutifully waiting for her new set of birth control to build up, but as the days and weeks have gone on, it's been getting more frustrating.
Currently, though, all thoughts of pills or precautions are gone from her mind as she lies on the bed with Souji on top of her, shivering a bit, and moving back against him, whimpering loudly. She's extremely wet and intensely in the moment with him.
The next time he catches, pushing forward again slides him into her, an inch, and inch and a half, wrenching a strangled gasp from him at the unexpectedness of it, how wet and hot she is around him, how open - then, quickly, he's pulling back, aiming deliberately this time, and pressing the head of his cock against her ass, rubbing back and forth in small circles before letting his hips push forward once more. One way or another, he needs to be inside her, without delay.
She cries out, gasping as he slides into her unexpectedly, almost painfully brief, moving back against him as much as she can, and then whimpering as he pulls back.
Her hands grab at the blankets underneath her, breathing heavily. She needs him inside of her, where ever that will be. "Souji... please. I need you. Now." It's almost more of a command than a request.
A groan is the most articulate response he can manage, but he isn't about to turn her down - slowly he rocks forward, pushing into her ass, one slow, slick inch at a time, hoping that the grinding they've done already is enough to let him fit.
It's tight, perhaps tighter than they've tried before, but he fits easily, and she moans loudly, arching her back against him.
By no means is it the first time he's been in her ass, but it's certainly one of the best, and she breathes heavily, wanting as much as he'll give her.
When he's sheathed in her fully, rocking hips against hers, breath hot and uneven in her ear between groans, his hands travel forward to brush the sides of her breasts, palms greedy, fingers flexing. The heat of being in her is almost unbearable, but in a delicious way, spreading warmth up through his stomach and across his chest, until his skin begins to flush with the feeling.
She shivers at his touch and the heat of his breath and the friction between them. Moaning loudly, she moves against him, losing herself quickly in the moment, and the intensity of their movements.
It isn't long, as keyed up as she is, that she's crying out, needy, already somewhat close to orgasm.
This is fast, by their standards, for both of them, but maybe it's just that it's been more than a week and they're thirsty for this. He pushes her down into the mattress, hips pressing insistently, breath hot on her neck before he leans in to nibble at her ear. He can feel, from the tension in the way she moves, from the flush on her skin, from the sound as he pushes into her and the dampness of her thighs, just how close she is, and he's approaching that point - not as close, but he can still feel it building.
It isn't often that Naoto simply gives into the more hurried and carnal part of sex, but for whatever reason in this moment, all she wants is him pushing inside her as hard as he can, and to feel the heat between them.
Groaning loudly as he pushes her into the mattress, she cries out. "Souji.... I'm so close...."
"Don't... wait," he manages, hands digging in tighter, gripping hard, pushing in deep and holding before drawing back until only the very tip of him is buried in her, then repeating that, again, again, again, every motion long and drawn out and delicious torture, enough to make him see stars.
She groans loudly, almost seeing stars herself, and it isn't long before she's crying out, screaming his name, and arching her back into her orgasm, letting herself go into the feelings and emotions.
The moment he feels her begin to come, he can't help it - on the next stroke, he pulls out of her completely, hands sliding to her hips, lifting them before him, and plunging back in between her thighs, sinking into her, needing to feel her come on him, around him.
His movements only make her cry out louder, her orgasm coming longer and more intensely. The, admittedly few weeks in which she hadn't had him inside her in that particular manner had been almost torture, and now, with him filling her, she let herself go even more.
It's a while before she starts to come down from her high, shaking a bit.
He gasps as she squeezes him, hips slapping against hers, building a fast, desperate rhythm as his breath hitches and he buries his face in the crook of her shoulder, all but sobbing with relief, or at least breathlessness, as he fucks her.
Very gradually, he steadies, slows, breath shuddering again as he bites his lip and realizes what they're doing with more clarity. He plants a kiss on her collarbone, and eases his movements further.
It takes her a while, as keyed up as she is, to realize what he's asking, but she simply shakes her head,
"I don't care, Souji. Stay exactly where you are." From the very first time they had sex, the risk involved in certain actions had enticed her, and even now, still a bit in her recovery, she moves against him, turned on by the thrill of it.
He flushes darker, and his hips stir again, eager, just as captivated by the risk, the possibility. "Has Kanji ever-" he starts, and breaks off, too embarrassed, too turned on by the idea. "Or Yosuke?" Is this something Naoto's done with her other lovers, or is it just them tracing this edge, somewhere far beyond reason?
Souji's bed was big enough to fit them all, as long as they didn't mind a little collision or a little overlap. The dress code was pajamas, and at the moment they were still sitting in a tight, cozy circle, using the tray table Souji had for breakfasts in bed as a level surface for drinks.
It had been a week since they woke up to find one more of them shuffled homeward, and while in Coba that wasn't the irretreivable disaster they'd grown to fear, it was still enough to make the house feel bigger and emptier, and each of them a little more shivery and lonely, or so Souji guessed, Certainly, he felt that way, although the warmth of the wine in his stomach was doing something to counter that, as was being sandwiched between Rise and Yukiko.
"...Are we still playing?" he asked, after a moment realizing they were all sitting in silence. "Whose turn is it?"
Rise, happily drunk well before most of the rest of the group and with her face just about matching her pink fluffy pajamas, responds to Souji's question mainly by nuzzling herself harder into his shoulder.
"Don't we need to draw now?" she wonders aloud, not entirely certain of what game they were playing. She was more concerned with how comfortable Souji and his bed were at the moment, and how nice it felt to be snuggled between him and Naoto.
Kanji's only pleasantly buzzed, possibly the least drunk of the five of them - but then, it takes a lot to really get him plastered. (His ma let him get drunk at home once, so he wouldn't do it somewhere she couldn't help afterward. Turned out he gets snuggly.)
Yukiko on the other hand...decided to lay off the alcohol a bit more. Her wine cup was full and yet she didn't touch it; offered it to anyone who did want it since the last time she drank she ended up topless and telling Hei how she lived on the moon. No, not dealing with that shit again even if the morning was very nice minus the massive hangover.
"I don't have them this time. I thought one of you brought them?"
"I did not realize we were still doing that. I was not the last one to have...wait." Naoto wobbles, her half-glass of gin and tonic already getting to her a bit.
Reaching down into the pile of blankets, she comes up a moment later with the chopsticks. "There we are."
Souji reaches over to cover Naoto's hands with his, hiding the marks on the ends of the chopsticks, leaning beside Rise.
"Everyone draw," he instructs. just tipsy enough not to be thinking about how many easier ways there are to do this - like having Naoto hold them by the other end, for example. They're numbered 1 through 4, and the fifth has a star on it...
Rise pops a chopstick out and hides it with surprising alacrity, given her general lack of attention to anything other than the two people she's now sandwiched between. This is nice...
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For one thing, it involved changing pharmacies. By the time Souji had thought of the ramifications of this, Naoto, at least, had run out of her prescription for birth control, and while they waited through the weeks it took the new prescription to build up in her system, this meant an inordinate amount of grinding and other, safer practices - the way that Souji was now, lying on top her with the both of them oil-slicked, rubbing his hips over hers and sliding his cock against her, slipping from rubbing over her tailbone down to the point where the tip of him would catch and almost slide in between her thighs. But most of the pressure, most of the attention, was reserved for her ass.
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Currently, though, all thoughts of pills or precautions are gone from her mind as she lies on the bed with Souji on top of her, shivering a bit, and moving back against him, whimpering loudly. She's extremely wet and intensely in the moment with him.
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Her hands grab at the blankets underneath her, breathing heavily. She needs him inside of her, where ever that will be. "Souji... please. I need you. Now." It's almost more of a command than a request.
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By no means is it the first time he's been in her ass, but it's certainly one of the best, and she breathes heavily, wanting as much as he'll give her.
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It isn't long, as keyed up as she is, that she's crying out, needy, already somewhat close to orgasm.
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Groaning loudly as he pushes her into the mattress, she cries out. "Souji.... I'm so close...."
Close, but certainly not done for a while.
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"Don't hold back."
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It's a while before she starts to come down from her high, shaking a bit.
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Very gradually, he steadies, slows, breath shuddering again as he bites his lip and realizes what they're doing with more clarity. He plants a kiss on her collarbone, and eases his movements further.
"Should I...?"
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"I don't care, Souji. Stay exactly where you are." From the very first time they had sex, the risk involved in certain actions had enticed her, and even now, still a bit in her recovery, she moves against him, turned on by the thrill of it.
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It had been a week since they woke up to find one more of them shuffled homeward, and while in Coba that wasn't the irretreivable disaster they'd grown to fear, it was still enough to make the house feel bigger and emptier, and each of them a little more shivery and lonely, or so Souji guessed, Certainly, he felt that way, although the warmth of the wine in his stomach was doing something to counter that, as was being sandwiched between Rise and Yukiko.
"...Are we still playing?" he asked, after a moment realizing they were all sitting in silence. "Whose turn is it?"
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"Don't we need to draw now?" she wonders aloud, not entirely certain of what game they were playing. She was more concerned with how comfortable Souji and his bed were at the moment, and how nice it felt to be snuggled between him and Naoto.
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Kanji's only pleasantly buzzed, possibly the least drunk of the five of them - but then, it takes a lot to really get him plastered. (His ma let him get drunk at home once, so he wouldn't do it somewhere she couldn't help afterward. Turned out he gets snuggly.)
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"I don't have them this time. I thought one of you brought them?"
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Reaching down into the pile of blankets, she comes up a moment later with the chopsticks. "There we are."
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(we can RNG or someone with a fun idea can just king themselves?)
"Everyone draw," he instructs. just tipsy enough not to be thinking about how many easier ways there are to do this - like having Naoto hold them by the other end, for example. They're numbered 1 through 4, and the fifth has a star on it...
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