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1.
"Morioka-san, I like you. Please go out with me."
A car passed. Sakurai could feel his face growing red with embarrassment. Normally he liked the nighttime, how everything around him was quiet except for the sound of cars turning on the pavement. He swallowed and manfully waited for his rejection.
"I like you too..."
Sakurai lifted his eyes. Morioka was staring at his chest, her hand tentatively reaching up to grasp the front of his shirt. Her face was a neon blush as she stepped closer. "Sakurai-san. I've always liked you."
Sakurai's chest tightened. She looked up and smiled shyly at him. He beamed back at her happily. "Really?"
"I think I've liked you since NanterSG."
"Me too," Sakurai said, breathlessly.
Carefully, he stepped closer, letting his hand rest chastely on her waist.
"But Sakurai-san. Wouldn't you be embarrassed going out with someone like me?"
"Eh?" Sakurai said. Morioka shivered against his chest.
"I'm sloppy," she said. "I'm older than you and I'm not pretty."
"Morioka-san, you're beautiful," Sakurai said.
"I'm not confident and I'm a NEET."
"I practically stalked you," Sakurai said, and she laughed softly. He felt her settle against him closer.
"Are you sure you want to go out with me?" she asked. He touched the side of her face and smiled.
"More than anything," he said, quietly.
xXx
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They were kissing on his couch, the living room dark except for the ambient glow of the monitor.
As they kissed, he tentatively slid his hand down her arm. His hand stayed there a while, stroking up and down the side of her bicep, before shyly moving to gently cup her breast over her shirt.
Morioka sighed. Sakurai's thumb gently grazed over the fabric where her nipple would be, but the cups of her bra were thick and he was brushing his thumb very lightly.
"Wait," Morioka said.
Sakurai reared back guiltily. "I'm sorry-" he started.
"Wait, let me take off my bra." And she leaned back and undid the clasp under her shirt, shrugging off the straps and expertly tugging the bra off through her sleeves.
Sakurai swallowed. He hadn't expected to get this far, but now Morioka was straddled on his lap fully, the outline of her breasts clearly soft and visible beneath the fabric of her shirt. She tossed the bra to the side and kissed him again, her hands wrapping around his waist. Hesitantly he brought his hand back up to her breast and was rewarded by a soft sigh and harsh grind of her pelvis.
Her nipples were hard. He wanted to look but it was enough to feel them, rolling them with his thumbs as they kissed. Her pelvis slid up over his erection, which was at an odd angle and tenting painfully beneath his pants; discreetly he reached down to readjust himself, and as he did she realigned her pelvis with his hand.
Sakurai's eyes flew open. Morioka's eyes were hazy. Slowly, she began to rock over his knuckles, and it took a moment for him to figure out what she was doing and readjust. He moved his hand palm-side up, tried to stroke her clit through the skirt, which had started to bunch up. Quietly she reached a hand down and pulled his wrist beneath her skirt and between her legs, where his fingertips grazed the telltale dampness through the fabric of her underwear.
Morioka sighed, all at once moving her hands from his waist to beneath his shirt; her hands were warm as they slid around his ribs. He wanted to keep stroking her but the angle was difficult. Awkwardly he let his hand settle around her waist, letting his chin drop to her collarbone as he began mouthing her jugular.
She sighed, leaning into him. He kissed her neck and began massaging her breasts again, tweaking her nipples and stroking them over the fabric. Morioka's hands moved from his ribs to his shirt, which she pushed up to expose his chest. She leaned forward and began kissing his sternum, grinding down hard before pressing a kiss around his nipple.
Sakurai's face reddened. She was kissing him the way he wanted to kiss her, and while just moments ago he had been too shy to do anything other than cup her breast, she was kissing and licking his chest. Her hands reached between them, and dimly he was aware of her pulling up her skirt and pushing down her underwear. He let out a shuddery breath as her hands began to undo the buttons of his pants before pulling down the front of his zipper.
I can't believe this is happening. It was the only coherent thought that swam through his mind as she pushed down his pants. His erection swelled. He was so hard it was almost painful, pre-cum beading at the tip.
She leaned forward and kissed him again, moving her body until he felt her slide skin-to-skin on top of his erection.
Sakurai gasped. Morioka's eyes were unfocused and her mouth was half-open. She was breathing hard as she rubbed against him, slick and wet, sliding up and down the length of him until all her weight pressed down against the head of his penis, which she had aligned against her clit. Dizzily, Sakurai glanced to the side and saw that she had pulled off her underwear, which was lying on a messy heap beside her bra.
"M-Morioka-san..."
She reached between their bodies and began moving his penis against her clit, rocking on top of him and humping him the way she did when she masturbated. "Morioka-san, ano..."
She jerked suddenly, which made his penis twitch. Her breathing was harsher, and her movements were more insistent, straining hard and breathing heavily.
She gasped and jerked on top of him, a series of contractions that Sakurai watched with dazed amazement. She's having an orgasm, he realized, and before he could say anything she grasped his cock again directed it against her entrance, breathing hard as she began to slowly lower herself on top of him.
"Wait, Morioka-san, wait-"
Her concentration shifted from his cock back to his face.
"I don't have any condoms," Sakurai said.
They breathed heavily, their clothes disheveled and Morioka still straddled on top of him.
"I, um. I didn't think we'd get this far..."
"Don't you want to?" Morioka asked. She moved her hips, sliding up and down against him.
"Are you on anything?" he asked. He breathed hard, shifting uncomfortably. She felt good and his penis twitched as he tried not to move beneath her.
Morioka's voice was soft. "I think I'm on a safe day. My period is regular."
Don't you see? Her period is regular! His dick tried to override his brain.
"We can do other things," Sakurai said, his resolve quickly crumbling, his breathing growing more ragged as the head of his penis accidentally slipped inside further. Morioka's breath was hot against his ear.
"You mean playing games?" She rocked her hips again, torturing him. He fought the urge to thrust inside her.
"N-no. I meant, other things. Um. Sexual things." It was hard to think, not when Morioka felt so soft and wet and warm.
"I could go down on you," he said, almost desperately, but his penis twitched again as she kept torturing him with her wetness. "We could," he breathed. "We could do oral."
"Oral?" She kissed him on the mouth and breathed.
This was bad. If they kept going he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
"Morioka-san." She was moving her hips downward. He felt himself sliding inside further. "Morioka-san, wait. Morioka-san, stop!"
Morioka froze on top of him.
"My apologies!" she said, and scrambled off him.
"M-Morioka-san-" He jumped up and yanked up his pants, following her.
"Forgive me, please forgive me!" She tugged down her rumpled skirt and hid her face in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed! What must you think of me?"
"I'm sorry, Morioka-san, I didn't mean to make you feel embarrassed-"
She rushed down to pick up her bra and underwear while Sakurai lurched forward, moving quickly toward her. "Morioka-san-"
"Thank you for the tea," she said, bowing quickly. She started striding toward the door.
"Wait!" Sakurai ran after her, catching her by the arm.
Her face was red. Tears were pricking the corners of her eyes.
"Morioka-san, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He held onto her arm, tightly. "I want to be with you. I'm sorry for embarrassing you."
He watched her nervously, afraid she would yank her arm away and bolt, but instead she swallowed softly, shyly stepping forward before leaning against his chest and hiding her face.
"I don't normally do this." Her voice was soft. "I was afraid Sakurai-san would stop liking me."
"That's impossible," he said, and he kissed the top of her head, hugging her. "Morioka-san, I'm in love with you. And I'd give anything just to be with you."
She looked up. Sakurai's face flushed. They hadn't even technically been on a date.
She wasn't saying anything. Of course she wasn't. What kind of guy confesses that he loves her when he really only just met her?
"Morioka-san..."
"Moriko."
"Eh?"
Her voice was muffled. He could feel her forehead pressing against his chest. "If...if you would like to. You can call me Moriko."
Sakurai's eyes lit up. He smiled broadly. "Then you should call me Yuta," he said, smiling. He felt her nodding against his chest.
"Yuta," she said, and she smiled shyly at him. "Saying your name makes me happy."
"It makes me happy too," he said. He stroked her hair and held her, resting his chin against her shoulder.
They moved to the couch. Morioka sat carefully, demurely pulling down her skirt to cover her knees. He sat beside her shyly, unsure if he could sit closer to her.
"More tea?" Sakurai asked, awkwardly.
She smiled and nodded, and he got up to refill the pot, still dizzy and unmoored from telling her that he loved her. He gathered up the cups, blushing and trying not to look at her.
"Sakurai-san. Ano. Yuta?"
Sakurai's head snapped up. Morioka didn't look at him. Her cheeks were flushed and she pushed back a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Did you still want to buy condoms?" she asked. Her eyes shyly lifted to look up into his.
xXx
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They walked down the street. He was walking beside her again, feeling shy and awkward and wanting to hold her hand. Morioka was feeling shy too, and the two of them walked in untouching silence, everything quiet except for the sounds of the occasional car that drove past.
"Ano..." Morioka began, and Sakurai's head snapped up. "How often do you do this?"
"Buy condoms?" Sakurai asked.
"Bring home different women."
"Not often," he admitted. And then, "It's been a few years."
"It's been a few years for me, too."
They walked. He shyly started to reach out for her, but then pulled back before his fingers could touch hers.
She gripped his hand. He sucked his breath, surprised. She still didn't look at him, but she stepped closer, practically leaning into his side and holding his arm.
They walked into the convenience store, then froze: Fujimoto was working at the register.
"Welcome," Fujimoto said, and he nodded toward them. Morioka and Sakurai both reddened. Morioka grabbed Sakurai by the arm and yanked him behind an aisle.
"It's Kanbe," she said. "We can't buy condoms in front of Kanbe!"
"But Kanbe said romance is okay-"
"But it's embarrassing," Morioka cringed. Sakurai looked past the top of her head at Fujimoto, then nodded.
"We can go to a different store?"
"Okay, let's do that," Morioka said.
"There's one a few blocks from here, close by to Koiwai's..." And Sakurai stopped, suddenly hyper-aware of the mental image of Koiwai popping up and waving, "Yo Sakura-chan! Are you and Morimori gonna actually do it?!"
"Aggh, we can't go where Koiwai shops, he might see us!"
"Am I that embarrassing?" Morioka asked, reddening. Sakurai's head snapped up.
"No, no, not you, I'm happy to be with you! But Koiwai might come up to us and say something embarrassing!"
"You think he'd tease you for going out with me?" Morioka said. He could see her deflating.
"No, I think he'd tease you for going out with me."
"Eh?" Morioka looked at him, confused.
"Because I was too shy to talk to you and I stalked you before you started dating me."
"I already know all that," Morioka said, and Sakurai cringed internally.
(From behind the register, Fujimoto watched them, curiously. Lily and Hayashi were spending a lot of time at the snack aisle. They look energetic, he thought, mildly. He nodded to the next customer.)
"Okay. Morioka-san, I mean, Moriko! I'll be the one to do it."
"Eh?" Morioka said. Sakurai's face reddened.
"I'm the guy. You can wait by the door while I get the condoms."
(In Morioka's mind, she could see Lily's determined face on the screen. "I'll protect you, Hayashi-kun!")
"No," Morioka said, shaking her head. "Let me come with you."
"Are you sure?" Sakurai said.
She took a breath, then squared her eyes, bravely. "I'll be the one to protect you."
Sakurai blushed.
She marched forward, charging head-first into battle. Confidently, she picked up a box and tossed it into her basket. And then she felt her knees buckle under her.
"M-Moriko!"
"I'm so embarrassed!" she wailed. "Kanbe's going to know Lily and Hayashi are having sex!"
At that point, another couple walked past them, chatting lightly and grabbing a box of condoms. Morioka and Sakurai stared at them the way a Level 1 foot soldier would stare at a high level paladin.
(What are they doing? Fujimoto wondered. Are they seriously freaking out over condoms? They're like thirty already, they were acting like kids.)
Finally, they got in line. Sakurai had filled the basket with Fruits de Mer cards and beer and snacks, while Morioka paced nervously behind him; he set the basket down authoritatively.
"Sakurai-san. Morioka-san. Good evening," Fujimoto said, and he began scanning their items. "I take it you two aren't logging in tonight?"
"Eh?!" Both Sakurai and Morioka froze.
"I mean, it's already 11 o'clock, it's already late."
"No, no, no, we're logging in," Morioka said quickly. Sakurai nodded.
"We'll probably sign into the server later."
"Cool," Fujimoto said, and he tossed the condoms into the bag. "That will be 2250. Anything else?"
"No, thank you," Sakurai said, and he swiped his credit card.
xXx
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2.
"Moriko?"
"Huh?"
"Are you okay?"
"What?" Morioka asked. They were naked lying on Sakurai's bed, his body wedged tight between her legs and his arms wrapped tightly around her.
"You weren't saying anything. Does this hurt? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Morioka said. She blushed and met his eyes, and he smiled shyly, sliding back and forth slowly.
He kissed her and sighed heavily against her mouth, pressing one hot cheek to the side of her face.
He felt really good. Morioka sighed and strained beneath him, rocking her pelvis against his thrusts. The sounds he was making were driving her crazy - soft, panting sounds, his warm breath fanning over the skin of her shoulder - and as he started getting close he wrapped his arms tighter around her.
xXx
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"This is nice," Morioka said, as Sakurai toweled his hair and handed her a glass of water.
He had picked out a shirt for her to sleep in. Standing in front of his closet, he stood and fingered the material carefully until he announced, "This one is the softest," plucking it from the closet before handing it to her.
It smelled like him. Morioka blushed furiously, pulling the collar over her chin and inhaling deeply.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Sakurai asked. Morioka gripped the collar of the shirt, looking at him.
"It smells like you," Morioka said. Sakurai reddened.
"Eh?!"
"I like the way you smell," Morioka added, and the awkward, embarrassed moment passed. He smiled and climbed into bed beside her.
They arranged themselves into a spooning position, Sakurai pulling her flush against her front and arranging his legs against the back of her knees. She felt him dropping soft kisses along her shoulder and nape, occasionally stroking her arm as he started to fall asleep.
But Morioka was giddy. She kept thinking of her crush on Harth and her time playing with Lily, and as Sakurai started to drowse she rolled over to face him. Sakurai smiled. "What is it?" he asked, and Morioka laughed softly, snuggling against him.
"I was just thinking, I never realized I would be dating Lily!"
Sakurai laughed softly. Morioka cuddled closer.
"Did you know, Yuta-san? That I had a crush on you when you were Harth?"
"Really?" Sakurai said. Morioka nodded, her hand tugging the fabric above his chest.
"Even though you were younger, you always supported me."
"I had a crush on you too," Sakurai said, quietly. Morioka pulled back, surprised.
"No way," Morioka said.
"Yes, way." Sakurai smiled, shyly.
"But that's not who I am. I was more outgoing as Yuki."
"You spoke to me the same way you speak as Hayashi," Sakurai said. "And believe it or not, you talk to me the same way now."
"Really?" She leaned back against his shoulder, letting her hand stroke his waist absently.
"So that explains it," Morioka said, smiling. "I was wondering why a handsome guy like you would date an old lady like me."
"Old? We're practically the same age, you're not old."
"They say you can be attracted to someone by their personality." Morioka nestled against him, smiling. "I suppose, in a lot of ways, that makes me relieved."
Sakurai frowned. "I think you're very attractive," Sakurai said. Morioka shook her head.
"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm still really happy."
Sakurai sat up to look at her. "Moriko. Don't you realize you're beautiful?"
"What?" Morioka laughed. "You're only saying that because we had sex."
"N-no! I'm serious! Remember when I ran into you? I kept staring at you in the hospital because of how beautiful you were. Like a creeper," Sakurai added, remembering how Koiwai teased him.
"Really?" Morioka looked at him, surprised. "But I was sick, and my eyebrows were grown in, and I wasn't wearing make-up and my hair wasn't cut or styled."
"I liked your hair." Sakurai's eyes flashed. "Long hair is the very epitome of romance!"
Morioka laughed, suddenly remembering her conversation with Kanbe and Lily.
"So when Kanbe asked how I should do my hair..."
"I was thinking of your hair," Sakurai said, blushing. Morioka snuggled against him.
xXx
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Morning streamed through the seams of the curtains, and Morioka blinked her eyes drowsily. Beside her, Sakurai was sound asleep. He was curled warmly around her body, his arm draped over her chest like a bracelet, and his face was pressed against the back of her neck. Carefully she turned on her side so that she could nestle against him, smiling and pressing a sleepy kiss against his collarbone. Sakurai smiled as she kissed him, slowly coming awake and hitching her closer.
They lay like that for a few minutes, kissing and lying comfortably against each other, before reluctantly getting up to use the bathroom; somehow, despite the cringing embarrassment at the convenience store, Sakurai had the wherewithal to buy an extra toothbrush and a pair of one-size-fits-all women's underwear. "That wasn't too presumptuous, right?" he had asked later that night.
"It was very thoughtful," she had told him, smiling, and he laughed softly, feeling shy and embarrassed.
She still had to borrow his clothes; neither of them had expected her to be doing this, let alone her staying overnight, so she used his washing machine so she didn't have to get another pair of clothes. Her skirt still needed to hang on the line to dry, so she borrowed his shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Padding into the kitchen, she watched as he poured her a cup of coffee and started cooking her breakfast. She sat shyly at the table as he laid down a pair of chopsticks and plates in front of her.
"What do you want to do today?" he asked. He handed her a cup of coffee, which she took, gratefully. "It's the weekend, so I don't have to go in today."
"Koiwai-san did say you had to work a lot," Morioka said. "Is there an important deadline coming up?"
"There is. I'm overseeing two projects and they're due the same time."
"That's tough," Morioka said. Her hands took the shape of the cup.
"I won't keep you long. I'm grateful for all the time you took. I know you're very busy at work."
"I was hoping we could still spend the weekend together," Sakurai said. He set down the food across from her. "Even if it's during the work week, I was hoping we could still see each other."
Morioka looked up. Sakurai reddened.
"Of course, if you'd rather go home, I understand completely. I just thought that since we play every night online, you wouldn't mind if we spent more time together with me."
"I'd like that," Morioka said, smiling, and Sakurai brightened. He moved around the kitchen happily.
"So what do you want to do today?" he asked, smiling. "We can do anything you want."
Morioka smiled. "I was thinking of going home and getting a change of clothes."
"O-oh! Yes, of course! We should definitely do that." Sakurai's ears were red. Morioka laughed.
"My apartment isn't as big as yours, but I wouldn't mind if you stayed the night." Morioka smiled shyly.
There was a knocking at the door.
"Who could that be?" Sakurai said. He grabbed a dish towel, wiping his hands as he went toward the door.
"K-Koiwai-san!"
"Yo!" Koiwai said. He grinned and pushed past him, kicking off his shoes and shrugging a laptop bag. He glanced up and was only briefly surprised to see Morioka sitting at the kitchen table.
"Good morning, Koiwai-san," Morioka said, politely, and Koiwai absolutely noticed that Morioka was wearing one of Sakurai's sweatshirts.
"Morimori-chan!" Koiwai said, and Sakurai braced himself for Koiwai to start making fun of them. "Sakura-chan. You didn't tell me you were seeing Morimori-chan!"
"It just happened," Sakurai said, blushing brightly. He had completely forgot he had promised to go over his presentation with him.
"Koiwai-san, what brings you here this morning?" Morioka said.
"Work!" Koiwai said brightly. He held up his binders, showing her. "I was just coming to visit my adorable subordinate! But silly me, I'm the one who got the wrong day this time."
Sakurai stuttered. "K-Koiwai-san, my apologies, I can go over these with you right away-"
"And ignore Morimori-chan? Sakura-chan. I thought I raised you better!"
"But-"
"I'll text you later," Koiwai said, and he winked at them. "Take care of Sakura-chan," he said to Morioka. "He doesn't look it, but he's as delicate as a baby flower!"
Sakurai protested, "Koiwai-san," while Morioka nodded gravely.
"I will," Morioka said. She bowed politely.
Koiwai left. Sakurai closed the door. His face was red.
"Please ignore everything that Koiwai-san said," Sakurai said. Morioka giggled.
"I like Koiwai-san," Morioka said. "He's always been so nice to me." Her smile softened. She folded her hands shyly under the table.
"Do you need to work? We can spend time together later. I don't mind if you need me to leave."
"Do you want to stay?" Sakurai asked. "You can stay here and use the computer."
"Well I suppose if I went home, I'd just be logging in anyway." Morioka smiled. "As long as you don't think I'd be in the way," she said, shyly. Sakurai shook his head.
"Never," Sakurai said. Morioka smiled.
They cleaned the kitchen. Morioka set the dishes in the sink while Sakurai wrapped the leftovers with saran wrap, setting them in the refrigerator before stepping behind her.
Morioka paused. Sakurai had wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled into her hair.
"Moriko smells nice," he said. She felt him nuzzling her hair, his hand rubbing her tummy under the sweatshirt affectionately.
"It's your shampoo," Morioka said, blushing happily.
xXx
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They went back to the bedroom. It felt nice, having Sakurai's body pressed on top of hers. They kissed and he nipped at her collarbone, slipping a hand beneath her shirt to gently cup her breast. He was already hard and pressing down against a really nice spot, the weight of his body rocking against her clit insistently.
She pulled off the sweatshirt, then tugged down the sweatpants, pushing them down her hips. Sakurai smiled and began kissing her breasts, gently licking her nipples while she sighed and pushed her pelvis up against his. Blindly, Morioka rolled to her side to reach for a condom, groping for the box which was sitting on the nightstand.
"I think it's empty," Morioka said.
"Already?" Sakurai moved, picking up the box. Morioka sat up.
"How many times did we do it?" Morioka counted on her fingers. "We did missionary the first time. Then I was on top. Then we had missionary again, and I guess we did it earlier this morning..." her voice trailed off. "Yuta?" She moved to look at him. "Yuta what's wrong?"
Sakurai's ears were red. He didn't look at her. "Hearing you count it out makes me more excited."
Morioka's eyes widened. "EH?!"
"It's like when you came on top of me while we were sitting on the couch."
"Did you like that?" She rolled him onto his back, climbing on top of him. Sakurai nodded.
"I almost came when you were grinding on top of me."
She was doing it again, rubbing her clit with the head of his penis. He took a breath; his penis twitched. She kissed him softly, moving slowly.
"Um." Sakurai licked his lips. "We better not. We don't have any more condoms."
"Ano. You said we could do other things, right?" She was moving down lower, stroking him quietly.
She took him into her mouth, the unexpected wet warmth making him gasp, suddenly.
She was resting her weight against his thigh, slurping him and sucking him, her cheeks hollowing slightly with each movement. Her hands were wet with saliva as she stroked his shaft, bobbing her head as she fellated him.
It felt good, and he was close to coming when he got a hold of himself, breathing hard and hoisting her up under her arms. There was an audible pop as she looked up, her lips red and swollen.
Feeling unsteady and a little drunk from arousal, he rolled Morioka onto her side. His voice was breathy when he asked. "Do you want to sixty-nine?"
Morioka nodded. The fact that she wasn't shy around him made him even harder.
If you asked Morioka the day before, she could never have imagined doing something so embarrassing with her online friend. She was painfully aroused and wet, and she moaned softly as he grasped her by the buttocks, pulling her body flush as he began kissing her clit. She quivered, and dimly realized she should be making him feel good too; taking him into her mouth again, she tried to focus on bobbing her head, on keeping herself steady as she fellated him.
But then Sakurai began to softly lick her clit, and she began to lose concentration.
"F-forgive me," Morioka gasped. She sighed again, "I can't do this when you're doing that."
Wordlessly Sakurai rolled her over again, moving down her body and repositioning her legs around his ribs.
Morioka sighed. There were soft, wet sounds of Sakurai's tongue against her clit, and as he suckled her he gently slipped his fingers inside her.
Morioka stiffened. He curled his fingers into her, the pressure making her squirm and gasp. There wasn't just one thing that felt good to her, but rather a whole host of things. Soft licks, a few light sucks. A gentle rubbing of his fingers, the feel of his tongue tracing soft lines around her.
She came hard, crying out and jerking hard enough to nearly knock him off the bed. Her body quivered and jerked as she orgasmed, gasping and breathing heavily.
Her body quaked, each harsh spike of pleasure peaking until she finally fell back on the bed. Dimly she was aware of Sakurai smiling, blushing hard and wiping the side of his mouth discreetly.
Morioka's vision was hazy as she shakily moved toward him, tugging at his lap and pushing him back on the mattress. He was still hard and her hand was still wet. Grasping his length, she dipped down and began to fellate him.
His eyes closed, his mouth half-open as he turned his head to the side. That deep red blush seemed to crack across his face. His hands shakily rested on her hair.
He came suddenly, pulsing hard, and Morioka stilled, doing her best not to swallow. After a moment she heard him take a shaky breath; she reached across the bed and delicately pulled out a tissue.
"S-sorry." Sakurai's face was red as he watched her delicately spit into the tissue. She shook her head and smiled at him.
"Don't be. Knowing it felt good makes me happy."
He hugged her and kissed her, laughing softly.
Morioka smiled against his chest. His skin was flushed and damp and she was happy and sated. She reached an arm around him and smiled happily.
xXx
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They went out for lunch, holding hands and chatting easily. Afterwards they stopped by the convenience store again to buy more condoms.
Fujimoto was working the counter again when Sakurai and Morioka came up. "Welcome," Fujimoto said. They got in line and started emptying out their basket at the register.
They were giggling at each other. Fujimoto raised an eyebrow. He scanned their items - a bento box, a bottle of juice; a bag of snacks and an economy-sized pack of condoms.
Didn't they buy condoms yesterday? Fujimoto thought. Whoa, and it's the 36-pack this time. He guessed they probably wouldn't be logging into the server.
"I thought you said you weren't his girlfriend?" the manager said, coming up behind him.
"EH?!" Morioka and Sakurai jumped.
Fujimoto's head snapped up. The last time the manager approached them, she asked Morioka if she and Sakurai were dating, embarrassing her and making her cry. "I said, I thought you said you weren't his girlfriend," the manager repeated, and she stuck her hand into the bag. "Oh my, oh my. This is a lot of condoms-"
"Manager," Fujimoto hissed, and Morioka hid behind Sakurai, who was manfully trying not to blush. The manager set down the box.
"This isn't one of those Friends With Benefits, situation is it?" The manager remembered how upset the poor girl was, and tsked disapprovingly. "Young man. You need to learn how to cherish a woman properly."
Morioka stuttered, "It's not, it's not that, it's-" while Sakurai stepped forward and gripped her hand.
"We are dating," Sakurai said. The manager raised her eyebrows but Sakurai doubled down further. "We are dating, and I love her and I want to marry her!"
"Eh?" Morioka blinked.
This is a trainwreck, Fujimoto thought, and silently continued scanning.
Morioka glanced up. Sakurai's ears were red and he was staring at the register.
"Let's go," he said, and Morioka glanced back at Fujimoto, who mouthed at her, what the fuck, before following Sakurai out the door.
xXx
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3.
"Um, ano. That was very nice back there, what you said. I mean, I know you didn't mean it, but you really saved me, so I really appreciate it."
They were walking fast, Sakurai gripping the plastic bag like a lifeline. He was an idiot! He already let it slip the night before, but Morioka didn't notice. If he wanted to, he could just play it off as a way to shut up the manager, but that was dishonest. He did love her. He was just really embarrassed.
"I did mean it," Sakurai said. Morioka stopped. "Aggh, Morioka-san! I mean, Moriko! I've always been in love with you! I just didn't want to tell you."
"Why?" Morioka asked, bewildered. Sakurai shook his head.
"Because I know we just met and I didn't want to scare you by telling you so soon."
He looked frazzled and embarrassed, and Morioka felt the urge to protect him again. She smiled at him and took his hand.
"I'll admit, it was a little bit of a shock. But to be honest, I feel the same way that you do."
"Really?" he asked, and Morioka realized that he was very much like her.
"I'm already thirty," Morioka reminded him. "I wouldn't waste my time with someone unless I saw a future with them."
He seemed like one big blush, and Morioka was suddenly reminded of how cute he was as Lily.
They used another condom. The box was open haphazardly on the nightstand, the cardboard flap torn hastily so that it wouldn't close properly.
"When do you think we would have kids?" Morioka asked. She was lying on his chest again, the bedsheet tangled around her waist and her hair tangled and standing up in every direction.
"Mm. I was thinking as soon as we get married. Although I suppose we can wait a few years like Pokotarou and Himeralda."
He was stroking her hair, smiling at her. Morioka snuggled against him sleepily.
"Do you want to move in with me?" Sakurai asked. Then he caught himself. "Oh god, what am I saying? How long have we been dating? A day and a half?"
"We've known each other for a few years, I think we have a pass."
"I love you," he said, softly. Morioka giggled at him. "What is it?" he asked.
"I was just thinking how cute you are, like Lily!"
"Ugh. Koiwai-san thinks I'm girly, too."
She laughed and kissed him affectionately.
"Can I tell you something?" Sakurai asked. He turned his head on the pillow. "Remember that time, when we were playing NanterSG, when I was feeling sad during my parents' anniversary?"
"It was a year after they died," Morioka said, quietly.
"It was," Sakurai said. "You had a presentation the next day, and you were supposed to sign off early. But I was feeling sad, and you still stayed and played with me."
"You were my friend," Morioka said. "I didn't want you to feel lonely."
"You stayed up all night with me."
She nestled into his chest, and he held her tightly.
"I was really sad when you left," Sakurai said, quietly. "I'm glad that you're with me."
They made love again, but this time without a condom.
xXx
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4.
It was Sunday, and Koiwai hefted his laptop bag, humming a little and texting Sakurai. "Of course! Of course I'll go over my presentation with you!" Sakurai had said almost frantically, and Koiwai laughed at him and told him to take care of Morimori-chan and not to worry so much about the presentation.
Sakurai looked happy when he answered the door.
"Oh? What's this? You look refreshed," Koiwai said, and Sakurai beamed stupidly.
"Good morning, Koiwai-san. Forgive me for taking so long with the presentation."
"Oh! Morimori-chan!" Koiwai peered around the door. Morioka was sitting on the couch, using a laptop and dressed comfortably in sweats. She smiled at him brightly.
"Good morning, Koiwai-san."
"You look happy," Koiwai said, shrugging off his laptop bag.
"I am!" Morioka chirped. Koiwai gave Sakurai a look and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
They started working around the coffee table, going over their presentation while Morioka finally logged into the server.