[ 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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[ 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.