NSFW CMO

[misheard]

Call out one of my characters with a starter, or a prompt, or a 'look idk how but I want these two to bang' and we will Do A Thread.

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[mopocalypse]

[Haruka's still blushing, and she's smiling wide now. She rubs at Yonaka's chest with both hands and looks at her face.]

How's this? Just tell me if I'm, I dunno, missing something.

[chasescenes]

[Yonaka's breath hitches in her throat.]

You're doing great.

[mopocalypse]

[Doki. Haruka rubs and squishes Yonaka's small breasts in her hands, then starts to move her hands down and to her hips. She gives another small laugh. Wow, Yonacchi is cute.]

[chasescenes]

[The teasing gets a soft whimper, before Haruka moves on.]

...Do you want me to take off my skirt?

[mopocalypse]

I could if you want.

[Blushhhhhhhh. Haruka pauses for a second and continues moving her hand down, then past the skirt and up under it.]

Or if you don't want to, that's fine too.

[chasescenes]

[Another shiver accompanying a soft 'ah'.]

I do want. Please take my skirt off me.

[mopocalypse]

Ehe.

[Haruka slowly pulls her hand back out, trailing her fingers on Yonaka's leg. (She's smiling and congratulating herself on how obviously amazing an idea that was.) Both her hands go up to Yonaka's waist and start feeling around.

...where's the closure? Is this one of those ones that zips at the back or the side? She doesn't really want to look stupid and ask, but that means that instead, she's looking stupid and not asking as she screws up her face and looks for it.]

[chasescenes]

It's on the back.

[Yonaka loves you, Haruka, but she doesn't want to sit here while you fumble around for it.]

[mopocalypse]

Oh.

[Haruka's shoulders slump. She reaches back, finds it, and unzips the skirt, then gets up on her knees to lean forward and try to get this thing off Yonaka.]

[chasescenes]

[Yonaka's skirt falls off. And now she's sitting on the bed in nothing but white panties.

It's a little awkward, maybe. She isn't sure what you do from here.]

...Hey.

[mopocalypse]

Eh?

[Haruka pulls back to look at Yonaka. Okay, maybe she's staring a little distractedly. Still, ask away.]

[chasescenes]

I like you. And I trust you. This is going to be fine. And even if it isn't perfect the first time, that's normal. We can get it right the second time.

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka's heart is beating way too fast. Her face brightens.]

Yonacchi...!

[She launches herself at Yonaka to hug her tightly and possibly have the both of them fall over onto the bed. It'll be easier to get her own skirt off that way anyway if Yonaka wants to do that, probably.]

[chasescenes]

[Yonaka returns the hug from underneath Haruka on the bed. It's fine. Naked hug.]

Love you lots.

[mopocalypse]

Mm. [Haruka nuzzles her and pulls back, then pulls off her own skirt.

...So, the lingerie store had a clearance sale... well, what's important is that Haruka removes her black panties and puts them aside, where Yonaka can see that they're a dumb Halloween pair with glow-in-the-dark skeleton hands on the butt.

Haruka is half embarrassed by the nudity, half by the panties, but manages a blustering grin.]

[chasescenes]

You're so cute.

[Both in looks, and because she's the kind of person who buys skeleton hand underwear.]

[mopocalypse]

[All Haruka can manage is nervous laughter. She leans over Yonaka and hovers her hands over her.]

Uh, y-your panties.

[chasescenes]

[Right, okay. Yonaka pulls her underwear off and tosses it with the pile of clothes.]

Yours too?

[mopocalypse]

[Blushhh. Skeleton hand panties get tossed with the rest. She hesitates.]

Um, I kinda forgot to ask what you actually wanted to do.

[chasescenes]

Well... I don't think there's that many options...

...I could eat you out?

[It would be a thing that would be better than their hands probably??]

[mopocalypse]

[That was a very undignified noise. Haruka takes a deep breath and laughs nervously, then gets off of Yonaka.]

Uh, ahaha. ...Yeah. Okay. I can do that.

[chasescenes]

[Okay. Yonaka can do that too. She swallows, and rearranges herself so that she's propped up on her elbows and facing Haruka.

That sure is a vagina. She spreads her out a little with her thumbs, and then...

Liiick.]

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka tenses up right away; her arms buckle and her fingers grip the bedsheets tightly. It takes a few breaths to get her heart rate down again.]

Y-Yonacchi. [Pause; wait, did she have anything to actually say?] Uh. Yeah, k-keep doing that.

[chasescenes]

[Is that a good reaction? Yonaka hopes so, and she hopes Haruka wouldn't tell her to keep going if it wasn't something she liked.

She gives a few softer licks, from top to bottom and then back again.]

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka's breathing is audible and she rises and falls with it. Carefully, she releases the sheets with one hand and puts too much effort into having the presence of mind to move it over to stroke Yonaka's hair while she's doing this.]