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Another pair of shorts goes flying across Momo’s bedroom and into the reject pile. Packing shouldn’t take anywhere near this long, but they’re traveling tomorrow. Who knows who might get eyes on her while they’re on the move. Trying to stay stylish is becoming a chore on top of everything else she’s dealing with these days. If it weren’t for her two best friends, she doesn’t think she’d be able to keep up with the fast pace of modern fashion.
She pulls an oversized t-shirt out of a pile in her closet. It’s an old, wrinkled thing that her grandma used to wear while painting talismans. No good for her trip, but fine enough to sleep in tonight. Turning to look at the clock, she realizes it’s creeping up on midnight. Damn, they have an early morning ahead of them for the trip to Jiji’s house.
Momo throws one final blouse into her bag and decides that will have to do, she needs to get ready for bed. She unzips the side of her skirt, letting it slide down her legs. Her panties are covered in tiny, faded flowers. No reason to waste what little expendable cash she gets on something no one will see. She’s just pulling her shirt over her head when she hears a small whimper from the other side of the room. Spinning around, she sees the glare from a pair of glasses peering at her through a crack in her bedroom door.
“Hey! You deciding to go Peeping Tom on me Okarun?” She barks in accusation.
He’s supposed to be asleep in Jiji’s room. Grandma said it would be best if they didn’t have to wait for him to arrive in the morning.
“Ahhh – No! Miss Ayase, let me explain!”
Momo throws the big t-shirt on, the bottom hem hitting her mid-thigh. Stomping across the room, she slams the door open.
“You have ten seconds.” She crosses her arms over her chest in a stern gesture.
“Jiji – he was sitting up in bed mumbling to himself and freaking me out.” She can hear his voice growing high-pitched with anxiety. “So, I went downstairs to sleep on the couch, but your grandma and Turbo Granny were watching television with the volume on full blast.”
“So, you thought you’d check to see if you could sleep in here?” Momo raises an eyebrow.
Truthfully, she can’t believe how relaxed her grandma is being about having not one, but two teenage boys sleeping over at their house. She can only imagine that trying to sneak her ex-boyfriend in would have earned her a swift bonk on the head with a baseball bat.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were changing,” he apologizes with a shaky voice.
Why does he always have to sound so damn earnest?
“I guess it’s fine,” she says, looking off to the side and sighing. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, huh?”
Maybe she should just get over it. Half the school had seen her in her underwear with a fully nude Okarun lying on top of her, but still – a woman has to have principles.
Stepping aside, she opens the door to allow him to pass. His eyes grow wide, and he looks at her as if to confirm that she’s really going to let him stay.
“Get in here before I change my mind.”
He wanders in, looking around at the various piles of clothing strewn around her room. A sleeping mat is tucked under one of his arms and he’s holding a blanket in the other.
“Should I clear out a space on the floor to sleep?” He asks.
“Just set that shit down and get in bed,” she says, walking over and untucking her comforter. “We have to get up early.”
Okarun drops the mat and blanket and brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “You want me to sleep in your bed?” There’s a considerable amount of disbelief in his voice. “With you?”
She crawls over to the side of her bed against the wall. “I don’t bite.”
“You might though.” Even in his most timid moments, he can still find it in him to tease her.
“Just a nibble or two,” she says patting the empty space beside her.
Her bed is small. Not meant for two people, but she doesn’t mind being close to him.
“Okay.” His voice is quiet as he shuffles across the floor and hesitantly climbs in beside her.
Okarun stays face to face with Momo only for a moment before flipping over onto his side with his back to her. He’s only wearing an undershirt and boxers and even though they aren’t touching, she can feel the heat from his bare legs radiating onto her own. Impulsively, she stretches forward, lacing her ankles with his. She hears him gasp, and his spine noticeably tenses.
“Are you okay?” She asks, staring at the back of his head.
He swallows thickly. “I’m fine.”
“Does this make you nervous?”
“Yes, but I need to get over it.” Exposure therapy, then. Maybe Grandma is rubbing off on him.
“You’ve carried me piggyback a bunch of times.” Including when he was butt ass naked, but she leaves that part unsaid.
“Yeah, but this feels different.”
He’s not wrong. This does feel different. There’s nothing pressing now, no imminent danger. They’re just two friends lying in bed together because they feel like it. Momo finds it odd how comfortable she is with the proximity. They’ve been through a lot together in a short amount of time, but even so, Okarun has become a sort of safe space that she hasn’t quite been able to wrap her head around yet.
The room is quiet except for the muffled sounds of the television downstairs and the chirping of the crickets outside. Focusing on his aura, she can see it flickering hesitantly. Beside it, she can sense his physical heart beating at a rapid pace.
“Turn around. I want to see your face.” She commands, placing a hand on his hip.
“Why?” He sounds so suspicious. Maybe he doesn’t trust her like she trusts him.
“I just want to look at you. That’s allowed, right?”
Okarun turns his head to look at her over his shoulder. “You’re not going to play some sort of prank on me, are you?”
The question catches her off guard. “No. Why would you think that?
“I just wanted to make sure.”
A memory flashes into her mind of the first day she met Okarun. She’d had to step into a classroom to keep the other boys from tormenting him. It’s probably something that’s happened so long and so frequently to him, that he’s never learned not to be on his toes around other people. Not even her.
He'd just been so damn happy to find a friend. The notion sends a surge of sympathy into her chest that she doesn’t appreciate. Who does this guy think he is, making her feel things in her own bed?
Momo puts a hand on his arm, pulling him toward her. She doesn’t have to expend much energy because he finishes rolling over on his own.
“You sleep with your glasses on?”
“Huh?” He reaches up, running a hand over his face. “Oh, no. I guess I forgot. There’s a lot on my mind right now.”
“Like what? Getting your nut back?” She tries to give him a playful kick, but he’s ready for it. All the training he’s been doing must be paying off because he manages to trap her leg between his own.
“Hey, not bad!” She says it a little louder than she means to, but for some reason, he covers his own mouth. “If your reflexes are getting that good when you’re normal imagine how it’ll be when you go all out.”
Okarun stares at her wide-eyed, hands still in place over his mouth.
“What’s wrong? Did I say something –” It’s then that she notices how high her thigh is between his and how warm his groin feels through his underwear… and how there’s something firm pressing into her flesh.
“Are you hard right now?”
Somehow there’s still enough blood left in his body for his face to turn beet red.
“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry,” he whines.
He separates his legs to allow her to move, but she doesn’t budge.
“Are you turned on? Just by this?”
“I said I was sorry, okay?” He says defensively. “I’m just an awkward guy lying next to a girl. What did you expect to happen?”
“Stop calling yourself that!” She admonishes him. She knows he isn’t using the real Ken Takakura’s catchphrase on purpose. Somehow, that gets under her skin worse.
Grabbing his wrists, she moves his hands away from his face.
“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you or anything.” Momo does her best to soften her voice. Her eyes dart down between them, but she can’t see much due to the blanket covering them. “Is uh… everything working okay down there? You know… since you got it back?
There’s a mortified expression on his face when she looks back up at him. “Clearly, it’s functioning as it’s intended to.”
“Can I see it?” She asks bluntly.
“What?!” He twists his head around to look at the ceiling. “What is it with the people in your family wanting to look at my junk? Besides, you’ve already seen it. Don’t tell me you didn’t peek when we fought the mantis guy.”
“I mean, I kinda saw it. I had bigger issues on my plate at the time.”
Curiosity is leading her to push the issue. Truth be told, she’s never seen one in person before. Not like this. He’s hard, and being close to her is making him that way. She doesn’t know why she feels the way she does about it. If any other dude were all boned up against her, she’d call him a creep. With Okarun, it’s… almost sweet? He’s hard for her.
“Why do you want to look at it, anyway? To tease me?” He asks incredulously.
“I won’t tease you.” Sure, she’ll poke at him about a lot of things, but even she knows that would be a step too far. “Not about that.”
He turns to face her with a deep furrow between his brows. “What, you just want me to pull it out?”
“Are you comfortable with me seeing it? If you aren’t, I’ll stop asking.”
“Yes. No! I don’t know.” He makes an adorable growling sound in his throat and presses the heels of his hands into his forehead. “Do you even understand how hard it is not to grind into your leg right now, Miss Ayase?”
Momo doesn’t mean to, but she chuckles at his exasperation.
“I’m trying so hard not to be a perv right now, and you’re laughing at me,” he says through clenched teeth.
He’s so cute when he’s like this, all blushing and flustered. She wants to protect him, to wrap him up in her ghost hand and shield him from everything life has thrown at them.
“It’s fine. You can grind against me if you want.” Maybe it’s just that the situation feels so unthreatening, but she really is fine with it. Here in this space with him, she’s completely out of danger.
Several expressions cross Okarun’s face within seconds. Disbelief. Excitement. Skepticism. “I’m not going to hump your leg like some animal!”
“I could touch you. With my hands. If that’s something you think you’d like.” She hadn’t even realized she wanted to until the words had already left her mouth. “Doesn’t have to be a big deal or anything,” she adds, not wanting to sound too eager.
“Doing things like that… isn’t a big deal to you?” There’s something that sounds like hurt in his voice.
He’s so expressive. It makes Momo feel so flat and vacant in comparison.
“I dunno. I was dating this guy before, and he’d try to get me to do just about everything with him, but I told him to buzz off.” Spilling her guts like this isn’t what she had intended to do, but it’s so easy with him. “We don’t have to do anything like that if you aren’t feeling it. I guess I don’t know what I’m doing anyway.”
She starts to roll over and face the wall, but his hand catches her wrist.
“Wait.”
He’s breathing heavily as if trying to build up the courage to get the right words out. “I want to let you touch me, but I can’t promise you that it won’t be a big deal to me.”
Momo thinks it over. Everyone thinks they’re dating, even her own best friends. She thinks back to when they accidentally ran into each other, bumping mouths outside the school. Does that count as their first kiss? No, certainly not. She could kiss him now, she’s sure he’d be fine with it. Somehow it just doesn’t feel right. She’ll kiss him someday, she thinks. Just not right now.
He’s still holding onto her wrist, and she slides her hand down into his. “Put it where you want me to touch you.”
Showing less hesitation than she had expected, he brings her hand to his face and presses his lips into her palm. She can momentarily feel his warm breath on her skin before he brings her hand down under the covers and places it on his erection.
Momo hadn’t expected the adrenaline that’s coursing through her, sending her own aura into a frenzy. This is all so new and exciting, and much less intimidating than she’d feared. Her mouth turns up into a smile when she feels him twitch in her grasp, and she gives him a gentle squeeze over the fabric of his underwear.
She’s only ever seen naked men online in porn, but she’s savvy enough to know those guys were probably hired because of their massive schlongs. Okarun certainly doesn’t seem as big as those guys, but he isn’t small either. She doesn’t think so anyway. Probably just normal sized then. Good. That suits him.
She tries squeezing him again, this time stroking a little up his shaft. The move elicits a groan from his throat that causes an ache to bloom between her own legs. Momo lets out a deep sigh. Okay, maybe this is more than simple curiosity. She’s officially horny. But that’s not her fault! Just her body’s natural reaction.
Right?
Okarun must be growing bolder now, his mind clouded with hormones and desire. She feels his hand slip into the curve of her waist over her nightshirt.
“Hey, uh,” Momo clears her throat. “I don’t know if I’m up for being touched right now.”
There’s that hurt look in his eyes again. She hadn’t meant to make him feel rejected. It’s just so much easier for her to be the one feeling him up. Opening yourself up like that, letting another person explore your body, that’s a whole different ballgame. Maybe, in that regard, he’s braver than she is.
“You want me to move my hand?” His voice is nearly a whisper when he asks.
“No. It’s fine where it is. Just don’t go getting adventurous.”
She hopes he understands it’s not a ‘never.’ It’s just a ‘not right now.’ Someday she could see it happening, getting to a place where she would be okay with him touching her intimately. Hell, even thinking about losing her virginity, he might not be a terrible guy to do it with. He wouldn’t be rough with her, that much she’s sure of.
“You still good with this?” She asks, gripping him a little tighter.
“I’m alright.” He looks down and then back up at her. “Is that all you want to do?”
Using her free hand, she skims a hand under his shirt and slips a finger under the band of his boxers. “If you want to pull these down a little, I could touch you better.”
She pulls the band out and lets it snap back against his skin. Just a tiny sting. A little tease to keep their dynamic in check. He must appreciate it well enough because the corners of his mouth turn up into the slightest of smiles as he shifts his weight to inch his underwear down. The blanket still covers them, so Momo can’t see it, but as she reaches back out, she feels her fingers wrap around his bare erection.
I can’t believe I’m touching a cock right now.
She wants to smack herself for such an immature thought, but when she hears him exhale sharply, she knows something similar must have just passed through his mind.
It’s such a tactile experience. He’s as stiff as she thinks he can probably get, but the skin feels silky soft under her fingertips. Running her thumb up the bottom of his shaft, she finds a bead of moisture at the tip. She’s heard about this sort of thing from girls in her classes, the lubrication that guys make like girls do when they’re turned on. Momo presses the pad of her thumb against the head of his cock, smearing the precome around.
Okuran moans loudly and jerks his hips.
Momo shushes him, pulling her hand away. “You have to be quieter!” She says in a harsh whisper. “Do you want Turbo Granny in here?”
“Oh, god, no.” He sounds positively mortified. “I’ll try to keep it down, promise. It’s just really sensitive where you were rubbing me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She gets him back in her grasp, giving his length a couple of lazy strokes. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you got this back.”
“Yeah, me too,” he says, rolling his head back. “Maybe someday I’ll get the full set back.
“We’ll get it back, I promise. Just might take some time.” She moves her hand lower to feel his sack.
“Hey!” He gasps, grabbing her arm.
“Shhhh,” she warns him again.
“Sorry. I’m just… You know I’m not the way I should be there.” He’s trying to be quiet, but he sounds genuinely upset.
“I wasn’t trying to make fun of you about it. I just wanted to see what it feels – Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me!”
“Shhhhhh.” He’s the one who shushes her this time. “It feels like I’m missing a ball. I don’t know what you expect.”
“I’ll help you bust the nut you’ve got if you let me feel.”
“You were going to do that anyway.”
“You don’t know that.” He’s right though. She wasn’t going to get him all worked up like this and leave him hanging.
Okarun lets go of her arm and runs his fingers through his hair in a way that causes Momo to stare. “Fine. Go ahead.”
She knows he’s just doing it to make her happy, but her curiosity is overpowering. With a scooping motion, she reaches down to cup him. His right nut is there, but it doesn’t feel like the hard, golden thing they took from Aira. She rolls it gently around in her hand, knowing she can’t squeeze it the way she had with his cock. Where his left ball should be, there’s only empty space in his scrotum.
“Does it hurt where it’s missing?” She realizes it’s a dumb question the moment she asks it. After all, it had taken him nearly a full day to even notice they were missing in the first place.
“No. It’s just still pretty weird.” Shit, why does he sound sad?
“Yeah, I guess if you’ve had two of them there your whole life, one of them being gone must be a real downer.” She moves back over to his testicle that’s present and accounted for, rubbing it gingerly. “Not a fan of that?”
“Umm... I guess it’s sort of nice. It mostly just makes me wish the other one was there too, though.”
“Hmmm.” Momo hums and goes back to stroking his cock, inquisitive nature finally satisfied. “Gonna need you to guide me here if you want to come. I’m really new at this.”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. It’s not rocket science. Maybe a little faster. Yeah, like that.” His grip on her waist tightens. She had forgotten that his hand was still there. “You sure you don’t want anything? This doesn’t seem fair.”
“I told you, that’s not what I want right now.” Momo shifts one of her legs forward, feeling wetness between her thighs. Fuck, she really is more turned on than she’s admitting to herself.
“Okay. Okay, I wasn’t trying to pressure you or anything.” He ends his sentence with a moan as her hand slides over the head. “I don’t want you to think I’m selfish. I wouldn’t be that way if we were doing things for real.”
He’s leaking a lot too. She wonders if that’s impressive for a guy with one ball. “I get it, that’s on me. Don’t sweat it, okay?”
“Alright.” The word comes out in a breathy murmur.
His body lurches toward her, nearly doubling over. He must already be close. Well, that’s probably to be expected. Wrapping her free arm around the back of his neck, she pulls his head against her chest. Her motions remain steady, keeping the pace he asked of her. His jaw is moving, muttering something into her sternum.
“What is it, Okarun?” She asks, petting his hair.
“This is going to make a big mess,” he manages to get out between groans.
Shit, that’s right. Well, can’t go blaming her for something she’s never experienced before. Momo throws the blankets from both of them, never stopping her rapid strokes along his length. She wonders if this is something she could get good at. He’s too close now, too enveloped by his own pleasure to worry that he’s been uncovered. His aura is sparking up like flames, nearly licking beyond the boundaries of his body.
With his cock in view now, she squints into the darkness trying to get as good of a look at it as she can. The absent-minded speculation bounces through her thoughts about what it might feel like inside her. Maybe someday. Maybe not. Huh, she might get to fuck Ken Takakura somewhere outside her dreams after all. What? No. Why is she calling him that name in her own head.
Her inner monologue is interrupted by Okarun’s breathing growing more ragged. Momo clutches him tighter against her chest and jerks him off faster.
“Miss Ayes… you’re going to get. Miss Ayes…”
Huh.
Well, that’s a power trip.
“Keep saying my name.”
“Miss Ay – uh-uh-ummmmph.”
She covers his mouth to muffle the rest of his cries as he climaxes. Something odd happens then as he throws his head back. Through the crescents of his heavily lidded eyes, she can see them shifting from brown to red. White streaks begin to creep up through his hair. The shock of what’s happening is almost enough to distract her from everything else she has going on. Thankfully, it’s over before the transformation can really take hold, and the changes quickly fade away, leaving behind only an exasperated Okarun.
“Fuck,” she whispers, uncovering his mouth.
“Yeah, no kidding,” he groans.
“Hush.” She releases his still-hard length. “You realize you nearly morphed just then? If you can’t get that under control, you’re going to have to be hella careful spanking it.”
“Well, it’s not like there’s usually anyone around. I’m usually in the shower to avoid the – ” Okarun’s eyes shoot open and he sits up abruptly. “The mess! Oh shit. We’re going to have to –”
It’s then that he spots Momo’s ghost hand hovering over them, holding in its clenched fist a blob of milky liquid. “Why didn’t you warn me that you were going to catch it like that?”
The fist moves over him within an inch of his nose. “I’ll drop this on your face if you don’t stop complaining.”
“Sorry!” He reaches down to pull his underwear back into place. “I was just worried for a second that’s all.”
“I know.” The ghost hand floats across the room and drops the load onto a towel crumpled up in the corner before dissipating. She’ll deal with that in the morning. She places her real hand on the center of his chest and pushes him back down to the bed. “Go to sleep. We have an early train to catch.”
“Aren’t you worried about your grandma catching me in your bed?” He asks, taking his glasses off and setting them off to the side.
“That old bag?” She stretches her entire body and comes back to rest with her arm draped over him. “She won’t be up before noon.”
There’s a comfortable stillness in the air as they lie together, listening to the chirping outside. Momo wonders vaguely as she begins to drift off if this will change anything between them. She hopes not. At least she isn’t ready for it to yet.
“Miss Ayase?” Okarun says quietly into the darkness.
“Yeah? What is it?”
There’s a pause so long she nearly falls asleep before it ends.
“Nothing. Goodnight.”