[ How can she still want to move is actually the first thing running though Mikado's head. The second was that he needed to fins his glasses again now that they were no longer kissing and fucking. He doesn't know where they ended up. Did they set them aside politely or did it end up on the floor? He's not sure honestly and it's a bit spooky - but he makes a noise of surprise and then is easily cowed into the position, particularly because it feels nice to be again her and rest his head in her chest.
... As for Masaomi, though, he's not sure where to fit in there. He doesn't want to rest on top of her and crush them both, but with a hum, he scoots up next to her, trying to squeeze himself between the cushion and the girl. Fine, let's try it ]
We'd almost be better on the floor for this, Nari-Nari-chan...
[ But he's smiling as he says it, kissing her on the cheek. ]
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... As for Masaomi, though, he's not sure where to fit in there. He doesn't want to rest on top of her and crush them both, but with a hum, he scoots up next to her, trying to squeeze himself between the cushion and the girl. Fine, let's try it ]
We'd almost be better on the floor for this, Nari-Nari-chan...
[ But he's smiling as he says it, kissing her on the cheek. ]
Masaomi, the floor's harder.
[ That was Mikado ]