you'll never see it coming | whichever aphro | girls only

[ofmywill]

All things considered, this wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to him. Minato woke up, back in the hotel once more, and promptly fell off the bed. Or through the bed, rather, descending about twenty floors before he managed to focus enough to land and control his levels of intangibility. That freefall was definitely enough to wake him up

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sup canonmate?

[red_snowcone]

Mitsuru's never learnt her lesson about lounging in her bedroom with just a towel, even though her hair has long since dried after her shower. Instead she's laying on the sofa, thoroughly distracted by a French film that could easily be mistaken for soft porn, completely unaware that she's being watched just as closely.

oh hey senpai

[ofmywill]

Well, stumbling upon this is about a thousand times better than that one video. Minato just watches for a bit, floating between her and the TV - he's never really dared to outright stare before, just sneak glances for fear of execution - but...man. After this long without seeing his friends, he'd forgotten just how beautiful she was.

Mitsuru will feel a set of ghostly lips brushing against hers in a light kiss as he comes in, bobbing in the air above her, utterly intangible otherwise.

[red_snowcone]

It isn't likely that he'll have the chance to simply watch her lounge around in a towel ever again, with her breasts barely concealed and shapely legs out on display. She's playing with a strand of her long red hair when a strange sensation ghosts over her lips, and her first reaction is to simply lick her lips and continue watching the increasingly frantic sex scene in front of her.

[ofmywill]

A good reaction, and one that compels him to move deeper, even if the moans escaping from the television are kinda helping with that too. Minato lets his hands join the fray, running across her shoulders to move down Mitsuru's slender arms, not touching anything else just yet as he moves in for another, longer kiss. After holding himself back from dating any of the SEES girls back home...this is more than exciting. This is paradise.

[red_snowcone]

Clearly, this is more than just a breeze. Mitsuru isn't the type to panic, but she is alarmed enough at that tangible yet invisible touch on her arm, almost like the affectionate touch a lover. Despite being thoroughly confused, she's also incredibly curious about testing this new, almost familiar pressure against her lips.

[ofmywill]

It's a good thing that Minato doesn't pull back, then, even if his teenage boy tendencies take over. He keeps on kissing, the brush of hair tactile against her forehead, both hands coming up to begin grasping and fondling Mitsuru's excellent chest. He lets out a groan, despite himself, hips moving forward to grind lightly against her covered body.