naitomea 12
same disclaimer, just more perversion ..i'm thinking about rewriting the whole thing and adding more juicy details....idk, maybe
anyways, enjoy
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chapter 12
Sakito came screaming Ni~ya’s name, who followed into bliss only a short moment later.
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All five members of the Naitomea band lay panting in a heap of limb, sweat and cum, all too sated and tired to move. All that could be heard for almost ten minutes was the sound of ragged breathing as they tried to calm their heartbeats so that the organ wouldn’t rip out of their chests. It was just when they were all on sleep’s door that an odd sound reached their ears as the room finally became quiet. It was the sound of a cat. An incessant mewling came from beyond the closed bedroom door.
‘What is that noise?’ Hitsugi wondered, finally waking from his fainting spell, yet his brain too fogged to realize what was going on. Hitsugi was so tired that it took him a moment to realize that the sound was coming from one of his cats. He also remembered that he had forgotten to feed said cats.
“Oh, my God. I forgot to feed my cats.” Hitsugi said, his head rising too quickly from its position on Ruka’s lap-the room began to spin.
“No!” Ruka whined. “Stay.” He said and made a grab for the guitarist but it was a halfhearted gesture made from the half awake drummer.
“Eww.” Hitsugi looked over at Sakito, who was trying to get away from Ni~ya, as the older guitarist looked down at himself, a hand rising to wipe semen from his face.
“Eww.” He repeated. “Okay, I call dibs on the bathroom first.” Sakito said rising to get off the bed and away from a certain insatiable bassist.
“Good idea. I’ll join you.” Ni~ya said about to follow Sakito.
“I don’t think so.” Sakito said, a Look forming on his face that stopped Ni~ya in his tracks. “With how you fucked me, I’ll be sore for weeks.”
“Ah, but you liked it.” Ni~ya said lewdly. Sakito blushed.
“Not. The. Point.” He said between clenched teeth.
“Sakito, I suggest you lock the door. I’ll give you a clean towel when you come out. And please hurry, I hate feeling sticky.” Hitsugi said all traces of modesty gone, for now. Apparently, it hadn’t all sunk in yet for the usually naïve and innocent guitarist.
Thanks to his mother, Hitsugi was the proud owner of seven towels-and he had no idea why. But right now he was grateful for the usually otherwise useless possessions.
“Okay, get off the bed you three.” Hitsugi said, pushing Yomi off him (the vocalist was sprawled half atop him) and stood, hands on his hips. His body must still be shooting endorphins and other natural pain killers, because his body didn’t register the pain he should be feeling. Yomi’s whine made him give a dead stare to the men currently occupying his bed.
“But Hitsu-chan. We’re tiiii-iiired.” Yomi protested, his hoarse voice muffled and tired, yet somehow still sounding like a four year olds. Ni~ya was battling sleep, blinking repeatedly to ward off the sands of sleep and Ruka was already dozing lightly. Hitsugi sighed. He looked at the clock on the -where’d the clock go?
He looked down and saw the clock/radio on the floor, upside down. It said 91:20. Wait, that’s wrong. He tilted his head and his eyes widened almost comically.
“It’s past two am.” He said shocked. Ni~ya looked at him with a raised brow.
“It’s called sex, it happens.” Yomi said between yawns as he tried to drag himself up and out of the bed, but failing miserably. It looked like he was going to lose the fight against sleep.
‘They got here at like eight.’ Hitsugi did the quick math in his head. ‘We’ve been having sex for almost 7 hours?!’ Then another thought hit. ‘Ni~ya isn’t smoking. Amazing!’ He stared at the bassist, who lacked the usual cloud of smoke surrounding him; the bassist stared right back as if to say ‘what?’ of course, he forgot that their sex wasn’t continuous. There were short hiatuses where they took a break individually before going for another round with whoever was …up…to it.
“Hey, can I get that towel now?” Sakito asked poking his head from behind the bathroom door, pulling Hitsugi from his shocked state. Hitsugi went to the bureau to look for the extra towels, taking out five, each a different color, all sense of modesty forgotten as he walked around naked.
“I call next.” Hitsugi announced getting a red towel for himself as he handed Sakito a blue one.
He turned to the men still on his bed. He narrowed his eyes at them.
"When I get back I don't want you here. If you are, I'll throw a bucket of water on you." he threatened with his best serious look. hey, it always worked on his cats.
next chapter
anyways, enjoy
previous chapter
chapter 12
Sakito came screaming Ni~ya’s name, who followed into bliss only a short moment later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All five members of the Naitomea band lay panting in a heap of limb, sweat and cum, all too sated and tired to move. All that could be heard for almost ten minutes was the sound of ragged breathing as they tried to calm their heartbeats so that the organ wouldn’t rip out of their chests. It was just when they were all on sleep’s door that an odd sound reached their ears as the room finally became quiet. It was the sound of a cat. An incessant mewling came from beyond the closed bedroom door.
‘What is that noise?’ Hitsugi wondered, finally waking from his fainting spell, yet his brain too fogged to realize what was going on. Hitsugi was so tired that it took him a moment to realize that the sound was coming from one of his cats. He also remembered that he had forgotten to feed said cats.
“Oh, my God. I forgot to feed my cats.” Hitsugi said, his head rising too quickly from its position on Ruka’s lap-the room began to spin.
“No!” Ruka whined. “Stay.” He said and made a grab for the guitarist but it was a halfhearted gesture made from the half awake drummer.
“Eww.” Hitsugi looked over at Sakito, who was trying to get away from Ni~ya, as the older guitarist looked down at himself, a hand rising to wipe semen from his face.
“Eww.” He repeated. “Okay, I call dibs on the bathroom first.” Sakito said rising to get off the bed and away from a certain insatiable bassist.
“Good idea. I’ll join you.” Ni~ya said about to follow Sakito.
“I don’t think so.” Sakito said, a Look forming on his face that stopped Ni~ya in his tracks. “With how you fucked me, I’ll be sore for weeks.”
“Ah, but you liked it.” Ni~ya said lewdly. Sakito blushed.
“Not. The. Point.” He said between clenched teeth.
“Sakito, I suggest you lock the door. I’ll give you a clean towel when you come out. And please hurry, I hate feeling sticky.” Hitsugi said all traces of modesty gone, for now. Apparently, it hadn’t all sunk in yet for the usually naïve and innocent guitarist.
Thanks to his mother, Hitsugi was the proud owner of seven towels-and he had no idea why. But right now he was grateful for the usually otherwise useless possessions.
“Okay, get off the bed you three.” Hitsugi said, pushing Yomi off him (the vocalist was sprawled half atop him) and stood, hands on his hips. His body must still be shooting endorphins and other natural pain killers, because his body didn’t register the pain he should be feeling. Yomi’s whine made him give a dead stare to the men currently occupying his bed.
“But Hitsu-chan. We’re tiiii-iiired.” Yomi protested, his hoarse voice muffled and tired, yet somehow still sounding like a four year olds. Ni~ya was battling sleep, blinking repeatedly to ward off the sands of sleep and Ruka was already dozing lightly. Hitsugi sighed. He looked at the clock on the -where’d the clock go?
He looked down and saw the clock/radio on the floor, upside down. It said 91:20. Wait, that’s wrong. He tilted his head and his eyes widened almost comically.
“It’s past two am.” He said shocked. Ni~ya looked at him with a raised brow.
“It’s called sex, it happens.” Yomi said between yawns as he tried to drag himself up and out of the bed, but failing miserably. It looked like he was going to lose the fight against sleep.
‘They got here at like eight.’ Hitsugi did the quick math in his head. ‘We’ve been having sex for almost 7 hours?!’ Then another thought hit. ‘Ni~ya isn’t smoking. Amazing!’ He stared at the bassist, who lacked the usual cloud of smoke surrounding him; the bassist stared right back as if to say ‘what?’ of course, he forgot that their sex wasn’t continuous. There were short hiatuses where they took a break individually before going for another round with whoever was …up…to it.
“Hey, can I get that towel now?” Sakito asked poking his head from behind the bathroom door, pulling Hitsugi from his shocked state. Hitsugi went to the bureau to look for the extra towels, taking out five, each a different color, all sense of modesty forgotten as he walked around naked.
“I call next.” Hitsugi announced getting a red towel for himself as he handed Sakito a blue one.
He turned to the men still on his bed. He narrowed his eyes at them.
"When I get back I don't want you here. If you are, I'll throw a bucket of water on you." he threatened with his best serious look. hey, it always worked on his cats.
next chapter