Makoto woke up around midnight, a hazy urge pulling him from deep sleep. The massive futon had shifted into a chaotic mess of tangled limbs and blankets.
He carefully disentangled himself from the sleeping women, hearing soft murmurs of protest as he left. The air in his apartment was warm and thick, smelling of three different perfumes, sweat, and the lingering scent of sex.
He stumbled through darkness, his body still heavy, mind foggy. The bathroom was a cool oasis, the tiled floor shocking against his bare feet. He did his business, the sound loud in the dead-of-night silence.
As he washed his hands, his reflection pale in the dark mirror, the door creaked open behind him.
"Can't sleep?" It was Ayane's voice, low and husky in the darkness.
She leaned against the doorframe, a silhouette against the dim light from the living room. Her hair was wild from sleep, and her eyes shone with familiar predatory light even in the darkness.
"Me neither," she whispered.
Makoto's heart hammered in his chest. "It would be great if you don't approach me from behind like that next time, Ayane."
Ayane let out a throaty chuckle. "Sorry, scaredy-cat," she purred, not sounding sorry at all. She pushed off from the doorframe and took a deliberate step into the small bathroom, closing the distance between them.
The door clicked shut behind her, plunging them into near-total darkness, broken only by the thin sliver of light under the door. Makoto shrugged and leaned back. "I'm sleeping fine. Just doing some nightly business. What about you?"
"My brain is still buzzing from earlier," she whispered, her voice an intimate hum in the enclosed space. "Too much excitement for one night."
He could feel warmth radiating from her body. She was so close he could probably count her heartbeats if he tried. "And," she continued, dropping her voice lower into a murmur, "I was thinking..."
"I was thinking that if you stole a pair of my panties... it would only be fair that I have a pair of yours." He couldn't see her face, but he could feel the wicked grin in her voice. "Give and take. That's how a healthy relationship works, right?"
Makoto sighed in defeat. "Oh ho, so my weeb friend has stooped so low as to become a boxer thief now. Why am I not surprised?"
Ayane let out a low laugh in the tiny bathroom. "I'd prefer being called an expert trader, Makoto," she purred. "It sounds more professional."
Makoto casually pulled down his boxers, still dirty with his musk. "Here! But with one condition, though. It's not free."
Her hand found his in the darkness, her fingers cool and steady as she took the boxers. The fabric was still warm. He heard her bring them close to her face, followed by a long, deliberate inhale.
"Oh, that's the good stuff," she whispered appreciatively. "Authentic, limited edition."
She tucked the boxers into her pajama shorts' waistband like a trophy claimed. Then she pressed against him, her body warm and soft in the darkness.
Her hands slid up his bare chest, fingers tracing the muscles. Then they slid lower, down his stomach, until her fingers ghosted over his dick, which was already stirring again. "Name your price, buddy," she whispered dangerously. "What does a girl have to do to earn a piece of this?"
Makoto pointed to the toilet seat with a wicked grin. "Oh, it's nothing hard." His eyes sparkled mischievously. "Remember the hentai we watched back then, where the heroine rubbed herself on the main character's pants?"
He paused, grinning triumphantly. "Replay that scene for me, right here, right now. You already had the props."
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of breathing in the dark. Then a low, appreciative laugh escaped Ayane's lips. "Oh, you're a fucking degenerate," she whispered, and it was the highest compliment she could give. "Of course you'd remember that one."
He heard the soft thud of the toilet lid closing. Then the rustle of fabric as she sat down. "Alright, hentai protagonist-kun," she murmured, voice shaky and breathless. "You've got a deal."
The sound of her pajama shorts being pushed down. The air in the small bathroom suddenly felt hotter, thicker.
"Okay, props are in position," she whispered, and he could hear the blush in her voice, but there was no shame. Only a thrilling, competitive excitement. "Your boxers... god, they smell so much like you."
"This is so perverted," she thought excitedly. "And it turned me on so much."
A wet, slick sliding sound began, slow and deliberate at first. It was the sounds of fabric rubbing against wet flesh, accompanied by a soft gasp from Ayane.
"Fuck... this is hotter than I thought it would be..." she panted, the rhythm picking up. "I'm rubbing my pussy with your dirty boxers, Makoto... getting my juices all over your smell..."
Her breathing got heavier, turning into low moans. The wet sounds got faster and more frantic. "I'm so close... just from this... from your fucking smell..."
A sharp cry tore from her throat, muffled as she pressed the boxers against her mouth. Her body seized in deep convulsions that he could feel even from where he stood.
Makoto snorted as he came closer to watch. "You're a fucking pervert, getting off from my dirty, stinky pants, Ayane."
A breathless laugh escaped Ayane's lips, shaky and boneless. She lowered the boxers from her face, chest rising and falling rapidly. Even in the gloom, he could see the slick sheen on the fabric.
"Takes one to know one," she panted huskily. "You're the one who came up with this sick scenario. I'm just the humble actress bringing your vision to life."
His eyes moved between her legs, his voice stern. "Keep going."
She took a shuddering breath, trying to regain control. "You want me to keep going?" she repeated, incredulous and impressed. "Damn, boss. You're so demanding."
Ayane made a weak attempt to rub the boxers against herself again, but her body was too sensitive. A small whimper was her only result. "I'm... I'm tapped out. My spirit is willing, but my pussy is weak."
She let the boxers fall to her lap, then slowly reached out in the darkness. Her hand found his thigh and slid upward, tracing his hip. She whispered dangerously as her hand closed around his erection.
She gave him a gentle squeeze. "You want a second act? Then the main star needs to get on stage too."
Makoto leaned closer with a fond smile. He held her head and started fucking her mouth. "You want this? Too bad. That won't go in your cunt."
A choked sound was Ayane's only warning before his hand tangled in her hair, gripping firmly. Her body went rigid with shock. She didn't fight or struggle. She just surrendered to the sudden shift in power.
He shoved his cock into her mouth, and her head hit the toilet tank with a soft thud. A desperate whimper escaped as he began fucking her face with a steady rhythm. Tears from the pressure and her gag reflex streamed from her eyes, but she tried to take it, her throat working desperately to accommodate him.
Her hands flew to grip his thighs, nails digging in, not to push away but to hold on, to anchor herself in the overwhelming storm. The small bathroom filled with gagging and wet sounds. She was being completely dominated, reduced to a receptacle for his lust.
And she loved every second of it. "God, this is intense," she thought through the haze. "But I can take it. I can take anything he gives me."
Makoto pulled out and slapped her cheeks and lips with his cock. "Not bad for a cock-warmer." His eyes sparkled wickedly. "Answer me again, Ayane. What are you?"
A wet, choked sound was his first answer. Ayane coughed, body shuddering as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was a glistening mess of pre-cum, saliva, and tears. The red imprint of his cock bloomed on her cheek.
Ayane didn't flinch or cry. She looked up with wild, manic adoration. Slowly, she licked her lips in a long swipe that cleaned a path through the mess, tasting him. "A cock-warmer," she panted in a raw whisper. "The best fucking cock-warmer you'll ever have."
A wicked grin spread across her face. Her hand slid back up, fingers wrapping around his base gently but firmly. "And," she breathed, eyes locking with his in blazing challenge, "the girl who's going to take over your heart, and your cock too."