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It was almost midnight when Sakurai finally came home. "I'm home," he said. The living room was dark but Morioka was sitting at the computer.

"Welcome back," Morioka said. She swiveled around the computer chair, setting Hayashi's character as Away From Keyboard before she walked up toward him. He looked depressed and tired but he still mustered a smile.

"Long day?" Morioka hugged him, then sat down on the couch.

"Long day," he said, and he sat down heavily beside her.

"Everything okay at work?" she asked. He sighed and cuddled against her.

"It was a mess," he said. "They put me in charge of a project where I have to work with people from different departments. I tried to organize a meeting but I couldn't articulate my objectives and people started speaking over me. My superiors keep asking me when I'll get everything up and running, but I can't even get everyone up to speed."

"That's tough," Morioka said. Sakurai sighed miserably.

She was glad Sakurai could talk to her like this. When they first started dating, he kept his worries to himself because he didn't want to burden her. He was always like that, even in-game.

"I remember having projects like that," Morioka said. She stroked his hair, soothingly. "Working with colleagues from different departments is like herding a bunch of cats. Sometimes the best thing is to recognize when you're not being productive and ending the meeting."

"I suppose." He was starting to relax. She kissed his forehead and fluffed his hair, fondly.

He smiled. It felt nice, being able to lean next to him, and absently she let her hand settle around his waist, hugging him.

Eventually, he got up to shower and she sent a message to Kanbe and the others that she was going to bed, and as he toweled off his hair, she switched off the computer and climbed into bed. Beside her, she could hear the soft clink of Sakurai setting down his glasses, before the mattress sank a bit with his weight. He climbed in behind her, curling his body against her back.

Morioka turned to kiss him; she felt him smile as he kissed her back.

Slowly, he rolled her onto her back; she felt him harden as he kissed her, the sheets shifting around them.

Morioka smiled. "You're not tired?"

He smiled as they kissed. "Just a little."

Morioka giggled.

His hands skimmed her shirt up the sides of her ribs, as he bent over to mouth at her breasts. She sighed and moved to rub herself against his penis, which was tenting his pants.

He let out a ragged breath, then sat up to pull off his shirt. Pushing down his pants, Morioka could see how hard he already was, stiff and leaking, the tip like a fat mushroom crowning the ridges of his penis.

She bent forward and took him into her mouth, sealing her lips around his shaft and bobbing her head forward. She could hear him sigh softly. His cock had grown heavy with arousal, and as she hollowed her cheeks she could taste the salty liquid starting to slick around his tip.

He made a helpless sound, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side, and she could feel the muscles of his stomach and thighs start to tighten. She knew he was close to coming, but he took a shuddery breath and hoisted her up by the armpits, rolling her on her back again. She lifted her hips so that he could pull off her underwear, dropping her knees to the side as he positioned himself to push inside her.

Morioka breathed hard, and her body quivered, trying in vain to align her clit against his pelvis. He moved a hand between them, and she expected to feel his head sliding in, but instead he took his cock and moved it up and down, as if painting the seam of her lower lips, before he pressed the head against her clit. Her body arched, the sensation sharp and bright and unexpected, and as he leaned forward he rocked his body a little, letting his erection slide up and down her clit.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down, rubbing her pelvis against his. It felt good and she felt herself growing wetter and hotter, the pleasure curling around her clit until she was close to coming-

And then he broke away. Morioka was about to whine with frustration when she realized what he was doing; lowering his body, nudging his chin between her legs...

Her body snapped, and she tipped over into orgasm, crying out and jerking hard as he gently kissed her mound. His tongue was warm and soft and he licked her softly until he coaxed out a second orgasm, making her sob with overstimulation.

"Yuta. Yuta," she gasped, "I'm too sensitive-"

He lifted his head with an audible pop, then crawled up to settle on top of her.

He was smiling broadly as they kissed, wrapping his arm around her waist as he guided himself between them. She felt him push a little, then slide in with one easy stroke.

She was wet and dripping from her orgasm, and their bodies made lewd, squelching noises as he thrust. Gripping her hips for purchase, his strokes grew hard and insistent; she bounced a little, his body slapping into hers.

He dropped down again, thumbing her nipple in harsh circles as he sucked hard on her neck. His skin was hot and damp and she could feel his heart beating hard as he breathed heavily. "Moriko," he breathed. "I'm going to come."

"Please do," she said, and they kissed again, deeper and wetter. He panted into her mouth and thrust harder.

He came quickly, pulsing hard and resting his face against her cheek. He was breathing hard and his heart was beating fast. Finally, he pushed himself up with his arms, shakily.

She beamed at him, and he smiled happily. Gently, he reached a hand between her legs and began to stroke her again, slipping his fingers around her clit. When she came, he pressed a soft kiss to her nipple, then laid his head against her chest.

"Better?" she asked, smiling. She brushed his hair back with her fingertips.

He smiled and closed his eyes, hitching her close and nodding against her skin.

"Better."