Makoto yanked his hand back like he'd touched something hot. "Ahem, don't mind me."
He rubbed against both girls, trying to smooth things over. "I think that's not too bad for a beginner, Mika. Why don't we start by taking some photos first?"
Shizuku-Yuna made a soft, frustrated sound and let go of him.
The spell was broken, the moment lost. "Photos?" Her voice came out sharp. "Fine. But I get to be first."
Without waiting for anyone to agree, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the living room rug. Her grip was stronger than he expected. "You can lie down. You're my prop."
Before Makoto could say anything, she was already straddling his hips.
The black lace of her costume spread across her pale skin like some kind of beautiful warning sign.
She leaned forward, her lavender wig tickling his cheek, and posed right above him. Her purple contact lenses caught the light as she looked up at his phone's camera with half-closed eyes.
"You can start shooting now, big bro," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "And you should capture my good side."
He was about to take the picture when pink and blonde hair suddenly filled the frame.
"Ooh! A couple's shot! That's a great idea, Yuna!" Marin-Mika's voice rang out.
She dropped down behind his head and wrapped her arms around him from above, squeezing tight.
Her chin settled on top of his head, her cheek pressed against his, and she grinned at the camera while throwing up a peace sign. "Let's do the one where Marin glomps on Gojo-kun!"
"Great! Now I was completely trapped." Shizuku-tan on his lap, Marin Kitagawa using him as a headrest, and both of them staring at the phone in his hand, waiting.
Makoto groaned. "Umm, I don't think I can take any good photos from this angle, you two..."
But somehow, he managed it anyway, even with their scent surrounding him and his cock painfully hard in his pants. "God, this was torture."
The mix of perfumes hit him hard.
Yuna smelled like dark musk and new lace, with hints of hairspray. Mika was all flowers and sweetness, her lip gloss adding something sugary to the mix.
The scents didn't go together at all. They fought each other, competed for space, each one trying to win.
His heart hammered against his ribs as he felt Yuna's weight pressing down on him. His cock strained against his pants, pushed up against the thin fabric of her Shizuku costume.
Every time she moved to adjust her pose, the friction sent shocks through him.
"You should tilt the phone a little bit higher, big bro," Yuna said. She shifted her hips, grinding down in a slow circle that had to be on purpose. "You're cutting off my face."
"And you should make sure to get my good side!" Mika added, rubbing her cheek against his. The gesture felt too familiar, too close. "The side with the dimple!"
They were fighting over him, using his body as their battleground. And all he could do was try to keep his hands steady enough to take decent pictures.
After several more photos, he finally managed to wiggle free.
"Come on, you two, try making some proper poses instead." He tried to sound professional, put some authority in his voice. "And you should stop that silly ahegao face, Yuna."
"Ahegao?" Yuna's voice turned venomous. "I'll show you an ahegao face later, you fucking pervert!"
But she dropped the expression. Was that respect he saw flash through her purple eyes?
Mika giggled, the sound making Yuna's jaw tighten. "He's right, Yuna. We should be more professional."
She struck a pose, perfectly mimicking Marin Kitagawa with her hip cocked out and that bright, contagious smile.
Yuna scoffed but followed along, her movements becoming sharp and precise. She transformed into Shizuku-tan completely, every gesture calculated and captivating.
They couldn't have been more different. Mika radiated bright, bubbly energy while Yuna gave off dark, mysterious vibes.
And there he was, the lucky guy in the middle, trying to capture everything.
The photoshoot turned into a blur of camera flashes and changing poses, with him calling out directions and encouragement.
Then suddenly, they both turned to him at the same time.
"It's your turn," Yuna announced.
"We'll need a picture with our producer," Mika added, hope creeping into her voice.
They each grabbed an arm and pulled him into frame.
Yuna leaned into him, warm and soft against his side. Mika linked their arms together, threading her fingers through his.
Both of them looked at the camera with the same unspoken message in their eyes. Choose.
Makoto quickly snapped a messy selfie of all three of them, then started scrolling through the photos.
"Well, how are they? Maybe I should spend some more effort on learning some proper photography techniques. Or your beauties will be wasted on my amateur shots." He chuckled.
Yuna grabbed the phone from him, her wig brushing his cheek as she leaned close to study the pictures.
"Hmph." A smile fought its way onto her face despite her best efforts. "They're... not terrible. For a blind, fat-fingered amateur."
Mika pressed in from his other side, her hair tickling his neck.
She kept her arm linked with his, holding on possessively. "Oh, they're wonderful!" Her eyes lit up as she scrolled. "You made me look so cute! You have a real talent."
The contrast was almost funny. Yuna, with her grudging, backwards compliments, and Mika gushing praise like a fountain.
But when he looked at them, they both wore the same expression. Pride mixed with affection mixed with something territorial.
"So," Yuna started as she handed back the phone, her voice dropping low. "Now that the professional part is over..."
She looked at Mika. Something passed between them, a silent challenge.
"...What's next?" Mika finished softly.
They both turned to him, eyes wide and waiting. The air felt heavy with everything they weren't saying out loud.
Makoto cleared his throat. "Umm... of course, it should be the ecchi part, where I'll be taking some lewd photos for my fap material."
A slow smirk spread across his face. "I funded those expensive fabrics with my wallet, you know?"