small warning: old writing. posted on tumblr (dec 2013). a request by a friend,

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He couldn't see anything. The fabric that covered his eyes; he knew it too well. He could smell her scent after all. She was there. She was in front of him. He knew. She was caressing his chest underneath his shirt.

"Shintarou-kun," the brunette girl whispered as she leaned on the crook of his neck, making him inhale sharply. He could smell her. The scent of her hair. And he could feel her leaving trails of kisses on the side of his neck.

"Ah," Her hands brushed over his chest delicately, sometimes drawing circles around his nipples. The NEET resisted the urge to moan as his hands clutched at nothing by his sides.

Just then, he could feel another pair of hands slide across his abdomen, and he could smell a rather unpleasant scent. It almost seemed like the scent of blood. From that, he already knew.

"Having fun, aren't we?" A twisted voice came from behind, the whisper against his ear. He cringed. The girl didn't stop her actions, as if the twisted person's presence wasn't even acknowledged. Her light kisses and caressing only seemed to move a little faster.

The man's hands moved across his abdomen and crotch, feeling the bulge in his pants as he licked his ear. Shintarou yelped.

"A-Ah, hey!" His words were ignored though, as Kuroha carefully unzipped his pants to reveal his penis. Before Shintarou could protest though, Ayano went and kissed him, her tongue forcefully entering his mouth as she began to explore it. The NEET could only moan in pleasure, his eyes with a distant look as Kuroha held his shaft with his hand.

Shoving his hand up and down, Shintarou panted as Ayano's hands played with his nipples, massaging and pinching them. She continued to kiss him, breaking away once in a while, trails of saliva already dripping down their chins. Kuroha continued to hold on to Shintarou's length, his other hand caressing his abdomen as he nibbled on his ear.

"Mnnh—hngah—"

It was going to be a long night in the haze.