Charles Patricius

Again, Miko was using that familiar term to address him. He hadn't heard her call him that in so long, hearing it several times in succession was beyond satisfying. He would voice neither complaint, snark nor appreciation though, if only because... he was far too busy. Miko was free to do whatever she wished with his cock. The stroke of her hand was of course pleasant, beyond all reason at that, but Takao simply gave up concern for all other things once their lips met for longer than two seconds. Damned be whatever was making that stroke feel so good; Takao was far more taken by the tongue seeking entry to his mouth. So taken was he, that the taste of a fruity juice flavored his mouth's intruder. No... it wasn't an intruder. Takao welcomed Miko's tongue even though the taste and experience both shocked him to a wide-eyed state. Even with the surprise in his expression, it would be Miko whose plan went astray. She planned to keep her hand moving up and down his shaft until Takao pulled away... but what would she do if he never did? If his reaction instead was to wrap an arm around the middle of her back, what then?

Kama coming into her own aside, Hiruko was enjoying things no less than he'd been for the past day. Something did feel a bit different as he entered her. At this point, though, it could have been either him... or her. Both had been through some sort of change; he'd have to ask about the details later. Regardless, he found no negatives. Nothing stopped Hiruko from enjoying his return trip toward Sakura's womb while they moved as if dancing 'somewhat' normally, and nothing would stop him from bucking his hips to make his way into said womb either. Just the same, nothing could apparently stop Mitchel from diving face-first into Kyoka's bosom as they became the third pair to start grinding on each other in this studio. Mitchel was too zoned-out and zoned-in to realize the other two males in the room already had their cocks out. If he had noticed such a thing, his approach to Kyoka would have been quite different. He carried on nonetheless, nearly burying himself in Kyoka's cleavage and shaking his head from left to right. The hook appeared once more, slower and muffled thanks to his actions at the time.

"Yuh... Said you're gettin' on the road, make a couple grand a show,
But I really fuckin' doubt it!♪
Put your money where your mouth is,
Lay it on the counter, rip it open, let me count it!♪
I got your girlfriend on my right side~♪
She's tryna joyride in the Audi~♫ Yeah♫
She said she love me, but I doubt it!♪ Yeah♫
You said you're poppin', boy, I doubt it!♫
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh~♫"

Just then, Mitchel took a deep breath and let his head hang into the soft cushions he'd been enjoying throughout the outro. The hand holding his microphone lowered, but his other hand kept a firm, squeezing grip on Kyoka's backside. "God damn bitch, how you breathing? This dress ain't made for a party like this!" he said. "Oi, I’ll belt out another, but you keen to get down?"

Speaking of 'getting down' as one like Mitchel put it, Jin was failing to 'get down' into Nozomi's throat properly. That came as no surprise; very few women could manage such a feat. He gave her enough credit for not jerking away the moment her head was granted freedom. All the while, Saori remained... challenging in an interesting way. She teased the idea of him finding out about her secrets, and was soon the one taking his girth into her mouth again. Challenge accepted, Jin thought. Ah, but first he'd be acknowledging Nozomi while swinging that tumbler gently in her direction. "Still felt pretty good. You're alright with a wet face," he said, placing his newly-freed hand atop Saori's head. She wanted him to find out her secrets? He'd gladly do so with the same sort of thrust her friend had so recently recovered from. Since she was so daring and confident, however, he didn't plan on stopping... even if, somehow, Nozomi ran out of shaft for her tongue. "No complaints."

Miko had once changed Takao's nickname, but now that she'd been calling him by the one she chose initially... she wouldn't ever change it back. No, she'd only stopped because she understood she liked it, but what was wrong with that? Her current self said nothing so... back into the rabbit hole she went. Beyond that point, Miko had no complaints, actually she could completely melt into the moment and fully intended to. As the kiss began it felt like something most necessary, but as she kept her hand movements, she wouldn't be stopping that either. No... her brain and body needed multiple activities. And then she wanted to slip her tongue into Takao's mouth. she found no resistance, if anything she found acceptance. As the beat kept up she used that for his cock, but she'd find instead of backing away from her, Takao was sinking in as well. An arm was soon wrapped around her and her body wiggled only to relax further. If he didn't want them separating she wouldn't be the one to do it, but what she would know, was that his eyes had widened upon kissing her, 'Sou ka, I suppose he can taste then. I can too, minty deliciousness♪~' she thought to herself. But it wasn't just her thinking. No, those little lidded brown eyes, peeked and in them for just a moment a bright blue eyes with red almost diamond shaped pupils with a circle around them. As someone within Miko's soul peeked out at a familiar minty taste. What was mixing in Miko's mouth was worth pursuing and even getting lost in, though that wouldn't stop the occasional little note from slipping up and out of her throat.

While that pair sank deeper and deeper skill, Kama and Hiruko were moving towards a closer connection both were used to. Kama could say that they were busy enjoying the feeling of the steady push towards completion, even so... that push was taking quite a bit of time. Even so, those rocking and backing bounces were doing quite a bit. If Kama was asked she'd say both of their magical bodies were doing well, though both were new enough that they'd have to figure it out a bit. Though the truth would be known by the time he reached her womb. While some rather deep penetration was taking place there, Kyoka was being confronted with Mitchel. That man was a rock star without question and his interest in Kyoka had her freaking out. She was excited, happy, bursting at the seams even, but her outer visage could only be so excited. 'I'm dirty dancing with Chase. Motorboated by Chase! Maybe I was wrong... this is way better than making my day!~' she wanted to squeal but that wasn't just her. But that didn't stop a large smile from crossing her face as the song wound up. What was more his earliest question had her looking at him directly, "Carefully, I breathe very carefully. Yeah I'm down! You want me to slide this up or are you trying to go for the front?" she asked excitedly. She wasn't supposed to mess up this dress, but as long as Hiruko was willing to help her out... she'd be willing to do whatever was necessary. She'd had sex with way less cool people than 'Chase' THE Chase.

Meanwhile,t hat bar scene was full of competition and a lot of other little hints of problematic behavior between friends. The other women were watching like they'd seen some new show, commenting and enjoying. All the while, Nozomi managed only to avoid freaking out about the cock gracing her gag reflex so strangely. What would Jin be doing though, Saori had challenged him to find out her secrets, and upon doing so... she'd find him with a hand atop her head. Of course, this was only after Nozomi's shift which was complimented as a good effort. "I'm glad, that thing's a monster!~" she claimed about his cock, without even the slightest bit of exaggeration. Of course, she'd had her tongue out ready to lick along with whatever Saori left behind. But... as a few words were issued, about complaints, Saori had her head moved down and Jin's cock would push past her tongue making its way into her throat, but he'd find, no resistance and look down to see only Saori's angry face and puckered lips as he continued to push. Poor Nozomi eventually had to move out of the wayand just openly gawk. "What the fuck?!" she exclaimed only to have the other women cheering. "Where they teach that at?~" Reina wanted to know. "I mean, you could have just tucked most of in your tits, a little drool and you'll hear negative complaints," Rangiku uttered. "PSSSH! That's a statement. Nice job, Ri-chan!~" Rita encouraged as she always would.

No backing away, no pulling out ─ that was the approach Takao decided upon. He hadn't been leaving himself open, settling for friendship, throwing every thinly-veiled hint in the book just to avoid regression in rejection, just to do anything but dive into a pit of hyper-fixation when a chance finally presented itself. That arm around Miko's back was settled into, though it didn't matter either way. She came to him, but he'd been waiting. Without pulling away of her own accord, she was now here until he decided otherwise. So, while she stroked his shaft between them and he lost himself in persimmon flavor, there was a lock of body and tongue alike. Indeed... Takao's tongue had become the aggressor in a moment, wrestling Miko's in a strange way. The fight put up was, somehow, one that seemed to pull inward rather than meet in the space between. He was feasting directly on the sounds that passed her lips, taking them in and blending them with his own.

What seemed to take a long time to Kama was just a more casual approach on Hiruko's part. Since these bodies and everything he felt were so new, he wanted to bask for a bit. That slick, tight entrance he glided through felt as a well-missed old companion, even though they'd been quite busy enjoying each other for the past day or so. Upon reaching her womb and settling there, Hiruko felt... like he'd finally made the return after a long time away. "Whew! Good to be back~" he said. At the same time, Kyoka's internal freak-out was of course a mystery to Mitchel. As far as he knew, she was someone fully aware of how easily she could snatch him up. He noted the wide smile on her face, and went searching through his pocket for a few things Hiruko left behind. Apparently, she breathed... very carefully. More important than that, however, was her willingness to 'get down' as he put it. Which option would he choose between the two given? Well, it seemed he'd first choose... a pouch of MDMA. Mitchel took a bit of the crystalline drug onto his middle finger and spread it onto his own tongue, after which he'd take a bit more. "Your call, darlin'. Either way, open up~" he said, fully intending to share the party favors. "I got a bump; who's got a beat?"

Monster. Nozomi wasn't the first person Jin heard that phrase from in regards to his member, and he didn't expect her to be the last. Three of the women in this group seemed to agree in a general sense... but Saori and that brunette were of a different breed ─ the former especially. Much to Jin's surprise, Saori went above even the expectations established by her confidence and lack of surprise. Much like the others, Jin couldn't believe his eyes. He could, however, believe an official interest had been established in the woman glaring up at him with his cock all the way down her gullet. "Shit," he swore under his breath. Swelling against the walls of Saori's throat, Jin abandoned whatever intentions he originally had for the following moments. His hand would be remaining, and his hips would begin pumping against that aggressive face. "Gotta apologize, missy. Never imagined you'd pull something like this," he admitted.

A full head of steam was developing between Takao and Miko. Both of these people, were hyper-fixating in such a way as to only fall deeper and deeper into sexual activity. He might have been waiting for her to realize he was open, but she'd simply thought him unobtainable for someone like her. As such, she'd do nothing but show out and guarantee that it kept happening. With two similar yet, markedly different goals in mind, the progress between them would only keep moving forward, Miko continued to grind and stroke a cock she'd not even had the proper ability to comment on the amazing feel of this. Well, neither of them could comment on anything, as Takao was buried in her mouth. She was having the natural taste of her mouth, dived into and overwhelmed as Takao's minty tongue aggressed hers. He was all the way in her mouth, a feeling she was quite familiar with, he was swallowing up those happy little moans that were escaping her lips and each and every movement of her body left her loins achy and her body wanting. But she was locked in, what did it matter how much time it took for them? She was already here. And all other sounds seemed to disappear from her direct observation. In turn one of the loudest make-outs in history was occurring. Lip smacking, tongue wrestling, body shuffling... the hand that wasn't on his cock found its way to the back of his head, she was clinging to his body as if he was the last solid thing in the entirety of the world. Just the same a certain extra being in her soul was becoming more and more certain of something... and thus would be making her way, 'I think I'll pop out for a bit... watch the box and make sure the younger ones don't open it too early~' she commented absently to someone.

Meanwhile Hiruko took a slower pace to Kama's womb and by the time he arrived it seemed as if he was happy to be there. "Okaeri~ Hirrun♥~" she moaned happily, as her body tightened around him and she orgasmed in turn. So deep was he buried inside her, that the entrance felt quite nice. No longer fully holding back, he'd experience the enhanced perception and mental acuity Kama's form had naturally. And her own eyes, were travelling the room at large. She watched as between Takao and Miko a string which had been pink... burned red so quickly it was starting to glow. "Sou..." she murmured softly. As for Kyoka and her internal freak-out, it would only be made worse as she decided upon what to do with Chase. Actually, it was only becoming worse as she was offered party favors and whatever type of indulgence she wanted. 'What? Chase just offered me drugs! I've taken drugs for no reason before I'll definitely do that!~' she thought immediately. She was to open up, she began wiggling that dress up her hips so she could move a bit more freely while leaning her face into his. If he was sharing party favors, she'd make sure she partook. She opened he rmouth and stuck out her tongue as lowering herself in front o fhim. As for his desires for a beat, Kama would comment absently, "Can they hear you over the sounds they're making?" she wondered earnestly. What she knew of Miko said that girl could hear anything from any distance and as such never slept, but she'd not even looked away from Takao for the duration of their sexual heavior.

And while the studio became a veritable rock star orgy, that bar was becoming an erotic novel with a very specific protagonist. Well, that was fine, still, Saori watched as the man above her decided to force his way into the depths of her throat and found no resistance. That challenge in her eyes became purely smug as an uttered swear. That throbbing against her throat, encouraged her to do one thing, swallow. And so she did, squeezing that just a bit but her calm visage didn't shift at all. No she was keeping herself calm as he began to quite literally fuck her face. Saori thought this was odd, she usuallly didn't care to do such things, but perhaps she really was thinking this would be worthwhile to do for this man in particular. She shouldn't like this as much as she did, but that didn't mean a moan wouldn't be erupting from her throat as he moved himself around inside her throat. Just the same, Nozomi was now watching seemingly stunned. "How though... Rita... can you do this?" she asked the brunette who'd had the least normal reaction of the group. "I can do anything if I'm drunk enough~" she claimed in true party girl fashion. "She got it!~" Reina said, and Rangiku agreed with a casual nod.

Make-out sessions were such normal things for young adults like that pair in the control seat. Even so, they managed to make it something that had a very real chance of going beyond most people's outright sexual endeavors. They were already on the way to doing so ─ feeling each other's tongues as if it were heavy foreplay, consuming each other's moans and falling into an abyss of ecstasy. Takao's hand upon Miko's back began to rub up and down, quite similarly to how her hand was gliding up and down his shaft. Alas, even the feeling of soft, bare flesh didn't hold a candle to what he felt between their mouths. It was like the sounds they made were actually intertwining, becoming something semi-tangible. The song was over, but there was another song forming between Takao and Miko. Takao could feel the words forming within himself as their lips, tongues and bodies intertwined. 'Sanctuary...' he thought consciously, eyes opening to a half-lidded state to observe Miko's face. What sort of growth would this moment have for them? Time would tell. . .

At the same time, Hiruko was openly welcomed to a place that had basically been his home since yesterday... but was also a brand new place. He grinned, arching his back to lean over Kama's bent form. "Tadaima, Sakucchi♥~ Gomen; I didn't bring a gift for the occasion~" he said. Mitchel, on the other hand, didn't have much to say at the moment. He was simply watching Kyoka's body move as she worked that dress up, until his whole field of view was consumed by her face. She had quite the incredible face, now that he thought about it. By the time her dress was high enough, he was even able to see it at a better angle as she lowered and extended her tongue. Already, Mitchel was grabbing at his crotch again. What a view, he thought. "Sheila's a bad bitch," he mused absently while spreading the drug along her tongue with the same finger he'd used for his own. "You wanna show me that face again later?" he asked in all seriousness. There was no manual change of the music, but a request acknowledged... by Kama instead of Takao. Hiruko would be the one answering her as he looked toward the pair of musicians. "I can barely hear over that," he joked. Oh well; it seemed all was fine. When Takao selected the previous music, he'd actually chosen a full playlist of instrumentals. The next song would come in a matter of moments.

Jin... could never have expected what was happening under his gaze now. It was one thing for Saori to take his full length orally, but another for her to look so smug and even actively swallow around him. Jin definitely wasn't drunk enough to be imagining current events. Maybe she was drunk enough to perform at such a high capacity? No... she knew what she was capable of before they began. The longer he thrusted into her face, the more he lost concern for the rest of that scotch. It seemed he was lucking out; none of the others had such ridiculous ability, except maybe the brunette. Jin may have been getting the best of them from the beginning. "Tell me something. You the best one your group's got?" he asked, if only because he thought this would be a dangerous night if she wasn't. Of course, he had to let go of her head and stop plugging her throat if he wanted a response. He managed the first... but only moaned and sank in when the time came to withdraw.

Make-outs were normal, but what was happening between Iino Miko and Mikami Takao wasn't at all very normal. No, Miko and Takao hadn't allowed their mouths very much separation. Both were making and swallowing the sounds while their tongues battled and danced for dominance. It'd been such a long time coming that with this event finally on the horizon both were simply moving deeper and deeper in. As Takao's hand on her back took on the same movement as hers along his shaft, she would swear she could hear music. It was like a breath of fresh air, a fresh look over a mountain path. Her fingers danced along his cock in that gentle set of beats, unconsciously while she exhaled. What would she do with that moment, a gentle bite applied to a lip that she'd sucked into her mouth. So tasty, how could she stop herself from having even more of him? Miko had to drink him in, experience him to the fullest of her abilities, and offer just the same of herself. She was sure her lips were bruising with the intensity but she didn't care, what was a bit more color added to her face, while her body bounced with a rhythm no one could hear but them? Just the same a little piece of her soul was taking up residence in Takao's body, looking for someone she'd not seen in longer than time might remember.

While that pair didn't give their mouths rest, a different pair was still flirting and reaching their own state of constancy. In fact, Hiruko was now at home in Kama's womb where she welcomed him without fail. He claimed that he'd not brought a gift, but as her hips moved she could only scoff, "Hm? Hirrun I thought you'd always at least bring a drink for me~" she said teasingly alluding to the idea of filling her womb instead. At the same time, Kyoka was receiving Mitchel's attention and a compliment. Though not one in the traditional sense, it definitely felt like one to her, given his differing culture. Moreover, she'd been called worse things by way less important people. 'Weeeh! Chase thinks I'm hot! Me!' she'd always been a pretty confident person but surely this was even higher on the scale than normal. Having worked her dress up enough to get leg movement, Kyoka had lowered herself with an open mouth and even got to taste a bit of MDMA and any left overs from Chase himself. She took drugs often enough and randomly enough that most held no effect but... "Suburashii!~" she chanted happily. Ah well, "Yeah, I'll show you whatever and fuck you now and later!" she seemed way too happy with her life right now. But what about the song? Well... Miko and Takao were both deeply entwined enough that they weren't doing anything. Kama's words were answered by Hiruko who claimed to not be able to hear past them, "Me either... and it's not just the audio noise either..." Kama said. Technically speaking there was also a bunch of waves in her line of sight when she looked at them, like the sounds were warping around them. How interesting. Whatever the case, there would be music soon.

At the bar, Saori was showing off. Well, she was swallowing a whole cock and having her face fucked while retaining her same bitchy attitude. The fact that she didn't mind this treatment currently said more about Jin than anything else. But she did have a thing she liked about the delinquent types, as they were the ones who had the right personalities for the kind of person she was at base. Ah well, she didn't speak on that, nor would she be speaking immediately to answer his question. He wanted to know if she was the best of them, she had an opinion about that, but he hadn't fully withdrawn from her mouth before he was diving back in. She didn't resist that either, but a single brow did raise, as if to question his choice. Still that smug attitude would be remaining for a while yet. Well, if he wasn't going to get an answer from her maybe one of the others would perk up. "I think that would depend on what you're looking for, could call Ri-chan the best all around, one without question," Rita decided to comment since it wasn't her throat that was full. Whatever the case, Jin was going to be in for a night as Saori swallowed on his cock once again, if he was going to leave it there... he might end up spilling himself into her mouth in the meantime.

That song wasn't the only thing passing between their mouths. Unbeknownst to Takao, something besides Miko's tongue and the inspiration of a new song was passing between his lips. Oh well. At this juncture, he probably wouldn't have cared even if he knew what was happening. One should have expected a bit more discussion to occur between them, but everything felt so natural that Takao couldn't make time for it. It was almost a subconscious response to Miko's hand work that had Takao's hand rubbing its way down her bare lower back. He, too, felt the call of skin-to-skin contact. As such, he reached her rear by keeping his hand pressed to her skin, forcing his way beneath her shorts. All the while, his hips were beginning to move as if they were having penetrative sex.

Four total people were moving their hips with such purpose, it seemed. Hiruko was actively meeting every movement of Kama's hips, stirring in her womb as she spoke of being offered a drink. "I could maybe mix one up for you. Is that what you want?" he asked. The vibe between that pair was of a totally different variety, but so was the one between Kyoya and the rock star known as Chase. He shared a drug with her in a very direct, sensual way, and she took it with utter satisfaction. Immediately afterwards, there was an agreement to show Mitchel that same face again ─ as well as a statement that she'd fuck him now and later. "Hell yeah!" Mitchel uttered. Without the necessary actions of anyone, another instrumental did begin. With it, Mitchel felt another freestyle coming along. He'd even be right back to some casual dancing while looming over the kneeling woman. He even took the time to pull out another packet ─ this one of cocaine instead.

"Look what happened♪
I don't feed her fear, I feed her habits♫
Took her to the heavens in a carriage♪
Ain't no white horse, white had her doing backflips~♫

And I ain't keeping scores!♪ I think it's ordinary♪
But watch, I'm keeping yours! They say, 'The more, the merry'♫
They told me 'Never trust a bitch,' I told them, 'More than fair-y'♪
Put that molly on her tongue, she said, 'Extraordinary!'♫"

While Mitchel worked his hips and shoulders and brandished another party drug baggie, Jin was being shown a whole new world. He had a question that he definitely wanted the answer for... but even after releasing Saori's head, he didn't stop thrusting and she didn't stop sucking. Neither decision was conducive to the point at hand, but Jin thought it was far better than chatting. "Trying to get bent over a bar tonight? That's how you do it," he said, a startlingly gentle hand reaching out to Saori's cheek. It was Rita who answered the question he originally asked. She called Saori the best all-around member of their group. Everything she said implied some specializations he'd already given consideration to. Frankly, he still wanted to see each one of them. With that in mind, and knowing what time it was... Jin looked down toward Saori again, smiling wickedly. "Guess none of you ladies are going home anytime soon. I'd be a pretty bad bartender if I sent you all home drunk with no chaperone. Still not last call either. Party up," he said, offering the remains of his tumbler to either Saori or Nozomi ─ whichever took the scotch held between their faces. "Could fuck just one of you for hours on end, based on what I'm seeing."

Miko and Takao were having a very interesting time. They were both enjoying an exploration and make-out which had gone way farther than it needed to, but somehow it seemed to be so necessary. They didn't separate they didn't pause, any breaths taken were done without the need to pant. Did their lungs burn? It didn't seem so with all the noise escaping the space between both their lips. And what was more, both of them were developing a strange bit of mobility. Miko had her hand moving up and down his cock for the duration of this part, playing with his dick against her skin as if the contact was what she was seeking. She'd soon find a hand pressed against her lower back only to be further moved down. His hand slipped directly into her shorts against the exposed skin of her rear. As his hips began to move, hers did the same, meeting thrusts that weren't going anywhere and rocking to a beat that existed between them. The hand which had been in his locks was mobile now too... Miko's nimble fingers found their way down his body and also slipped under his shirt. Her fingers lightly traced the skin of his abdomen and found their way up to a broad chest. She was enjoying the sensation everywhere her skin made contact and it would only get worse.

While that pair sank into music only they could hear, the rest of the group was engaged in sexual activity of various sorts. Hiruko and Kama continued their journey as well... Kama asked for a drink at least and it was claimed that one could be mixed up for her. A grin crossed her face. "I definitely want... It'll be great. No rush though, it seems there is plenty of time now~" Kama claimed. She could easily partake of anything involving most people but watching as Kyoka took drugs and made claims like the ones she did made her happy. Kama also lived life as an alien and had come to understand the fun parts of humanity, she thought it was good for other people as well. Speaking of good things, Kyoka was busy enjoying a rather sudden influx to her system. Though it wasn't normally so effective, she could let go a bit more than usual, especially with a rock star in front of her, complimenting her and offering her even more drugs. "Yeah!~" she claimed as that packet moved around and she... took a bit of initiative to begin working on unveiling Mitchel's cock... the last in the room to know the air. Another beat would eventually start playing leading to Mitchel singing again, the words he came up with were very good to come off the top of his head.

Speaking of heads, one was still full of someone's cock. Saori found herself without a man fully withdrawing and simply kept sucking. She wouldn't beanswering his questions but he didn't seem to be in that much of a rush either. Jin in this moment offered Saori commentary about how one ended up bent over a bar. She stared at him with redness in her face, but that gentle hand on her cheek stirred a strange new feeling. Whatever it was, she'd definitely not mind being bent over the bar, so long as he was alright being laid out somewhere and ridden into submission. Oh well, the group was told last call for them wasn't for a while and they wouldn't be sent out just yet. Apparently, they were all still up for their rounds. That glass of scotch was held between the two young women in front of them and it'd be Nozomi who took it. "Well, let's see what's happening then," she said claiming the drink as Saori backed off Jin's dick for the first time since he'd slipped down her throat. "That's fine with me, I'll be sober enough to take everyone else home and get my morning work out in~" Saori claimed as she took the glass from Nozomi who after swallowing it down went back to work on his cock. Obviously, she needed to test this whole drunk mind over matter thing out a bit. "And you could definitely bend me over the bar~" she claimed immediately, before her mouth went back to the cock so recently ejected.

Discovered mobility may have been the greatest danger where Takao sat. The more he moved, the more friction naturally existed between his cock and Miko's hand and belly. Moreover, there was a pressure applied to his balls due to her sitting position that resulted in sensations reaching his entire groin overall. Worse still... was the kissing itself. He couldn't get enough. It wasn't a fully conscious effort of Takao's to reach down into Miko's shorts to feel her bare ass, but upon realizing what he was doing... he could only squeeze it. Everything about what they were doing implied penetration that was several steps away from happening. Even the way Miko dug under his shirt to touch his torso was something anyone would expect of a steamy, penetrative exchange. So then, what was holding them back? Time, it seemed. Takao felt it was only a matter of time before a decision was reached ─ one that he didn't have a single condom prepared for. Oh well; he was in his early twenties and liable to make some irresponsible decisions here and there. If enabled, he'd hardly think twice about it. For now though, all that rubbing and touching had an inevitable aftereffect ─ namely the existence of precum in a growing bead at Takao's tip. Left uninterrupted, it seemed development would only continue until it became a drip a few moments later.

Kama wanted her drink. She wanted Hiruko to mix it fresh, but was in no particular rush. "Well we don't want to leave you thirsty for too long. I'll get right to work on it. Let me pick up my mixer~" With that said, Hiruko made use of the fact that he was slouched over Kama's back. His left hand hooked under her abdomen while the other moved between her thighs. The latter rose while hooking her right leg, lifting it as he straightened his posture. In the end, he'd have her upright and elevated to take the beat as instruction for lifting and dropping the white-haired lass on his shaft. Speaking of shafts, Mitchel didn't even have to worry about his own. Between verses, he was tearing open that cocaine packet with his teeth... and Kyoka was fulfilling the 'groupie' role by offering his dick a bit of freedom. Just as well, he started planning something. Since she'd taken the liberty of working Mitchel out of his pants, and since she agreed to a different kind of bump... the moment after his cock sprung forth was the same moment he held the packet over its head, tapping out a line from tip to base. It may have been a lot of cocaine for a single line, equaling about four normal portions in length alone... but Mitchel didn't know what 'a little cocaine' was. While pouring it, he went about the would-be hook of the song.

"You're too late!♪
Had your girlfriend at my house for two days!♫
Should be obvious, the reason she staaayed with me~♪
Build a rocket ship, throw bricks in ya face, yeah, oh!♫

You're too late!
Slide in! Came with perfect timing!♪
She climbed in! Picture-perfect timing!♫
Slide and... put that bitch beside me!♪
Sing this... I'm gon' bet she'll date me!♫"

Jin had a long night ahead of him... and per his intentions, so did all five women in his bar. Nozomi took the tumbler and expressed an interest in coming events, but then... Saori finally pulled away from the dick in her mouth to mention her ability to escort the others home before a morning workout. Jin quirked a brow then. "Not if you're all still busy," he argued. The way Jin saw things presently, he could freely immerse himself in this full group throughout the night. Even if he only had one of them to deal with... he'd probably keep at it through the morning. "I'll give you that morning workout though," he added. With that, Nozomi was reclaiming his tool, offering herself to be bent over the bar. Jin wondered if she'd see any growth after Saori's earlier advice, but another thought took precedence. "Wouldn't mind seeing all five of you on that counter at the same time. Can't help wondering who I'm diving in first though."

Mobility of the unconscious variety was always dangerous. Miko often fell too deeply into things, and it would seem... others around her did the same. Takao's body was very response, she could feel it... between the kissing and his hands on her body she was sure she was hotter than she expected to be. Just the same her body was rocking enhancing the sensation the pressure and her own feelings. Her ass was squeezed and she chirped into Takao's mouth as they kissed. Every movement all the intimacy, implied an act of penetration which wasn't yet happening. But somehow Miko couldn't bring herself to stop, all the experiences she had so far, and still... she'd rather get lost in a single moment like this. And even though no penetration would occur, Miko would find one of her fingers, slipping through a bit of pre-cum. She wasn't as shy about things as her original nature would have made her appear. She slipped one of those mobile fingers through it and spread, it enjoying the sensation such direct contact with fluids had against her skin. And with a medium she could feel the build up in his cock even better, she would have squealed with delight, if it wasn't for the fact that her mouth was well and truly occupied. Ah, but how much time would she be allowed? How long would it be before she shifted to what her original intention had been?

Meanwhile, Kama would be having her drink 'mixed' with her own body as the medium. Even with Hiruko still buried inside her person, he managed to maneuver her into an upright position so he could batter her from below. "Hyuck! Hahah!~" A giggle escaped Kama as she began to be mixed up from below. "Am I being shaken?" she wondered aloud but mostly in rhetoric. At the very least, she could enjoy this kind of physicality. Actually, there was nothing to do but have a good time, and note that Hiruko definitely had quite a bit of power in that lean form of his. At the same time, Kyoka was agreeing to more drugs and more fun... rarely did she do things simply because they interested her, so this was beyond a happy moment, even with her calmer exterior. Inside she was a mess of happiness and beginning to feel the drugs she'd already taken, 'Chase actually has a really huge dick. I thought it was just Kyo... and Hiruko,' she thought. "Is this just a rock star thing?" she wondered aloud lightly. Still, she would casually be scanning the room to randomly see that tiny girl with a hand on Dreameater's dick as well and it turning up the length of her torso. "Okay, just a rock star thing..." she decided. She had groupie level plans to make, "That's a lot of coke, but..." she started at the tip, taking the line with her nose all the way to the base. And once she was there, while he sang with all that cocaine filling her brain she ran her tongue back down to clean up the remainder. She'd then flick it over the head of his cock before opening her mouth properly to accept him.

Meanwhile, that group at the bar would apparently be staying quite a while according to Jin. 'If you get in the way of my workout you're expected to replace the equipment...' That was Saori's first thought but it went unvoiced, if only because an open offer appeared from Jin to give her the morning workout, "Oh? And here I was about to demand it~" she said almost laughing it off. The other women hadn't seen Saori be quite so flirty before, she must really like this guy and none of them blamed her. If he could she wouldn't mind, and she had every reason to believe that he fully intended to work them all over before morning. Beyond that a rather mature statement excaped the man as he claimed he wouldn't mind seeing all five of them across the bar. At the words which sounded rather interesting, Rita was ont he move. Like the little housewife she'd been cleaning off the bar and preparing for all of them. "Yo, Ri's still in housewife mode~" Rangiku claimed finally getting up. A group of women were on the move, but Nozomi before she did, would test the limits of her gag reflex with a little liquor and some courage backing her up. She went in, and took it down, past her gag reflex's initial twitch and would push until she gagged naturally before she backed away. "Sou, I'll have to work on that~" she claimed when she backed away and headed for the bar. It'd be Saori, grabbing the man by the dick to head on over as the women in question organized themselves at the bar. Well, a bit of rubbing never hurt anyone and she already wasn't wearing any panties.