[ At least Ai likes what she sees. She seems to, anyway. Rinne, too. Although Ai's gaze locks with his blue eyes the moment they kiss, it can only hold his attention for so long when her hand touches where it does. His eyes wander from her cherry blossom lips to the manicured hand down his chest, then to her own chest, where he can see a peek of her cleavage behind her loose blue yukata. What is he supposed to do with his hands? He had been so certain before, but she has the upper hand now. She fills his senses with the sound of her voice and the scent of her shampoo and the smooth sliding of her milky skin—
He's not dreaming, is he? This should be the part where he wakes up and snaps back to reality. But there is no rude awakening, no sharp pain or loud sound that pulls him out of the moment. It's just Ai and the dip of her touch between his thighs. He gasps— ]
Fuck, [ he whispers behind his knuckles. Her hand is softer than he's used to. ] Shut up. I can't help it. You're so fucking hot.
[ Is that okay to say? He's said it about them, but never about her. ]
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He's not dreaming, is he? This should be the part where he wakes up and snaps back to reality. But there is no rude awakening, no sharp pain or loud sound that pulls him out of the moment. It's just Ai and the dip of her touch between his thighs. He gasps— ]
Fuck, [ he whispers behind his knuckles. Her hand is softer than he's used to. ] Shut up. I can't help it. You're so fucking hot.
[ Is that okay to say? He's said it about them, but never about her. ]