[ Yuji isn't offended by the fact that Megumi has stopped working on her cunt; she's too satisfied at being able to make her friend come, and she's feeling a swell of pride. She's made three people orgasm today using her body, and that's something that fills her with a secure sense of pride and glee. She did that! She's so, so proud of herself.
Sitting up a little, shifting Megumi and kissing the back of her thigh, she nuzzles into her warm skin. ]
It's okay, Megumi. Take it easy.
[ Satoru moves away from his friend, leaning down to press his mouth to his wife's gently, tongue searching for the shared taste of the three of them together. He moans against her lips, nuzzling into her as he kisses her forehead. ]
She's used to me taking care of her. And I think she liked it even more, knowing it was her Yuji-chan.
[ Megumi stirs when Satoru leans in, making room for that kiss and the sweep of his tongue, but she bats him off again when he ruffles her bangs back into her face. She's definitely blushing now, so much of it because of the reminder that her current state is thanks to her best friend. ]
Yuji just did a good job, that's all.
[ Megumi sounds huffy declaring it, but she's also sincere; Yuji's mouth felt amazing. Finally shaking free of her jelly-limbs, Megumi climbs carefully off of Yuji, insinuating herself in Satoru's arms and winding herself around his chest like a persistent koala.
Suguru takes the opportunity to settle in beside Yuji, drawing in his wife close and peppering her face with kisses. ]
[ Satoru draws Megumi close, dragging her against his chest, tucking her close and muttering to her. Even with her protests, his fingers are still stroking through her hair, pressing fanciful, adoring kisses along her jawline, smiling into her face. ]
Megumi... You're so cute...
[ Yuji, meanwhile, moves as if magnetised, turning towards her own husband with her arms outstretched, leaning into him immediately. It feels good, to curl around him, leaning up and pressing her face into the warmth of his body. ]
[ The praise makes Yuji shift, wiggling a little, clearly overwhelmed with the happiness of getting her husband to say that she was good, that he was proud of her. This was something new, and as scary as it was exciting, so the fact that it has worked out like this is a good thing.
He nuzzles into her, and she tilts her head up, sighing softly. ]
I was. I wanted to be so good for you, for all of you.
[ Let them all use her as a plaything. She doesn't mind at all. ]
Did you have fun with Gojo-kun? [ That's said a little quieter. ]
[ Suguru's gaze drifts briefly to where Megumi and Satoru are curled together, but as with most things involving Satoru over the years, he deftly ignores how insistently his brain wants to replay the moment of kissing his best friend.
That was nice. And now the moment is over. And it's in everyone's best interests if that's all it ever will be.
He focuses instead on smiling at his wife, brushing her hair out of her face and continuing those smatters of kisses where he can reach. ]
[ Yuji pauses for a moment, her eyes searching his face briefly, as if she's looking for something. It takes her a moment to relax again, to shift and snuggle into her husband, to reach for the hand with a ring and kiss the palm gently.
It feels nice, to be here like this, coming down from the high of her own orgasm. She doesn't even think she needs to come again - she's happy enough, just like this. ]
[ Considering Megumi was so pivotal in agreeing to today as the party least gung-ho about this kind of sexual permissiveness. And considering the years of friendship before this point, Suguru can imagine both women might feel a sort of tension or curiosity, but he knows how frightening it can be to cross those boundaries.
He hopes it was a positive experience for Yuji. ]
Are you thirsty? I can get you some water, if you'd like. [ He bought a few plastic bottles of water ahead of time, all waiting in the fridge for the aftermath – though maybe he should have planned ahead and already had them in the room. Oh well. Live and learn. ]
[ She ought to; she knows it's a good idea to hydrate after crying and coming as much as she had, but right now she's too comfortable, wrapped up with Suguru and well taken care of. She breathes out a little, face smooshed into his chest. ]
I just want to stay here for a minute.
[ There's nowhere else she wants to be. Just here, wrapped up with Suguru, loving him so tenderly. ]
[ All that effusive warmth practically pours from Suguru's smile as he holds Yuji against his chest, his arms wrapping solidly around her to keep her close and safe. ]
Take all the time you want, sweetheart.
[ Suguru is in no hurry to pry her off, and he just nuzzles into her hair, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs as he lets his gaze drift again to Satoru, wrapped around his own wife on the oversized bed. It feels... different in an unidentifiable way, but he's inclined to fall back on old habits of ignoring what it all means. It's better if things just stay the same, right? ]
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Sitting up a little, shifting Megumi and kissing the back of her thigh, she nuzzles into her warm skin. ]
It's okay, Megumi. Take it easy.
[ Satoru moves away from his friend, leaning down to press his mouth to his wife's gently, tongue searching for the shared taste of the three of them together. He moans against her lips, nuzzling into her as he kisses her forehead. ]
She's used to me taking care of her. And I think she liked it even more, knowing it was her Yuji-chan.
[ Reaching up, he ruffles her hair. ]
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Yuji just did a good job, that's all.
[ Megumi sounds huffy declaring it, but she's also sincere; Yuji's mouth felt amazing. Finally shaking free of her jelly-limbs, Megumi climbs carefully off of Yuji, insinuating herself in Satoru's arms and winding herself around his chest like a persistent koala.
Suguru takes the opportunity to settle in beside Yuji, drawing in his wife close and peppering her face with kisses. ]
How's my girl?
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Megumi... You're so cute...
[ Yuji, meanwhile, moves as if magnetised, turning towards her own husband with her arms outstretched, leaning into him immediately. It feels good, to curl around him, leaning up and pressing her face into the warmth of his body. ]
I feel good, Suguru. I'm good.
[ She curls her entire body around him. ]
I love you.
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[ ... even if Megumi says it to Satoru with the same fondness and adoration she says "I love you."
Suguru has stopped paying much mind to the other two, focused instead on Yuji and holding her close. ]
I love you too, Yuji. [ An admission that comes as effortlessly as breathing for him. ]
You were so good for Satoru and for me, and you took perfect care of Megumi. [ He hums with approval as he nuzzles into her hair. ]
Such a good girl.
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He nuzzles into her, and she tilts her head up, sighing softly. ]
I was. I wanted to be so good for you, for all of you.
[ Let them all use her as a plaything. She doesn't mind at all. ]
Did you have fun with Gojo-kun? [ That's said a little quieter. ]
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[ Suguru's gaze drifts briefly to where Megumi and Satoru are curled together, but as with most things involving Satoru over the years, he deftly ignores how insistently his brain wants to replay the moment of kissing his best friend.
That was nice. And now the moment is over. And it's in everyone's best interests if that's all it ever will be.
He focuses instead on smiling at his wife, brushing her hair out of her face and continuing those smatters of kisses where he can reach. ]
Did you like playing with Megumi?
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[ Yuji pauses for a moment, her eyes searching his face briefly, as if she's looking for something. It takes her a moment to relax again, to shift and snuggle into her husband, to reach for the hand with a ring and kiss the palm gently.
It feels nice, to be here like this, coming down from the high of her own orgasm. She doesn't even think she needs to come again - she's happy enough, just like this. ]
I liked taking care of her. She deserved it.
[ For dealing with all her bullshit. ]
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[ Considering Megumi was so pivotal in agreeing to today as the party least gung-ho about this kind of sexual permissiveness. And considering the years of friendship before this point, Suguru can imagine both women might feel a sort of tension or curiosity, but he knows how frightening it can be to cross those boundaries.
He hopes it was a positive experience for Yuji. ]
Are you thirsty? I can get you some water, if you'd like. [ He bought a few plastic bottles of water ahead of time, all waiting in the fridge for the aftermath – though maybe he should have planned ahead and already had them in the room. Oh well. Live and learn. ]
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[ She ought to; she knows it's a good idea to hydrate after crying and coming as much as she had, but right now she's too comfortable, wrapped up with Suguru and well taken care of. She breathes out a little, face smooshed into his chest. ]
I just want to stay here for a minute.
[ There's nowhere else she wants to be. Just here, wrapped up with Suguru, loving him so tenderly. ]
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Take all the time you want, sweetheart.
[ Suguru is in no hurry to pry her off, and he just nuzzles into her hair, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs as he lets his gaze drift again to Satoru, wrapped around his own wife on the oversized bed. It feels... different in an unidentifiable way, but he's inclined to fall back on old habits of ignoring what it all means. It's better if things just stay the same, right? ]
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Love you.
[ She kisses him, soft and slow, sliding their mouths together, sucking at his lower lip and scraping her teeth over him. ]
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Love you, too.
Always.