Makoto grinned slowly like a cat that had cornered its prey. "You should put your clothes back on, too, Yuna. It might get cold."
Yuna planted her hands on her naked hips. The look on her face was pure outrage. "Are you going to put my clothes back on? Why?" Her voice came out sharp and offended. "Are you ashamed of me? You were the one who told me to strip, and now you want to hide me away?"
She stalked over to the couch with defiance blazing in her eyes. But she didn't reach for her clothes. Instead, she climbed onto the sofa behind him and draped herself over his shoulders like some kind of possessive naked blanket.
Her bare breasts pressed against his back. Her arms snaked around his neck, and she hooked her chin over his shoulder.
"She gets to sit on your lap and get her ice massages," Yuna hissed, her hot breath tickling his ear. "And I have to sit on the floor and get dressed? I don't think so."
Her hand slid down his chest, fingers tracing circles over his heart. She was marking her territory, he realized. "If we're going to watch the next episode," she declared in a dangerous purr, "we're going to do it like this."
Makoto just grunted. "Fine. But the punishment will be more horrible this time if you two try anything funny. You hear me?" He pressed play, and the next episode began. His threat was vague and menacing, but somehow that made it even more delicious. They all knew he meant it.
The next episode introduced a new girl: Mikari, Masamune's childhood friend. She was a teen model with a flirtatious attitude that bordered on predatory. On the screen, she was clearly trying to steal Masamune away from Lilysa.
The atmosphere on their couch shifted immediately.
Yuna went completely still against his back. Her fingers, which had been tracing lazy circles on his chest, suddenly tightened into claws. Her breasts seemed to burn hotter against his skin. "Look at that slut," she whispered venomously right into his ear. "With her fake attitude and her cheap, tacky wig."
Mika stirred in his lap, lifting her head from his shoulder. Her eyes were still hazy from her recent orgasm, but they sharpened as she focused on the screen. A small frown appeared on her face.
"She's not that bad," Mika said softly, sounding curious. "Her posing is actually pretty good."
Makoto chuckled with affection. "Ahem, no fighting." He scratched Mika's ass and leaned back into Yuna's chest. "And your nipples are poking me, Yuna."
Yuna huffed indignantly. "Of course they're poking you, you idiot!" She ground against his back anyway, slow and deliberate, making him groan. "You've got me all riled up."
Her hands wrapped around him, fingers splaying across his stomach. "She was getting angry and possessive", he could tell.
Mika shivered as his fingers traced over the reddened skin of her ass. A soft, contented sigh escaped her, and she melted against him. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice a little too sweet to be innocent. "I didn't mean to start a fight or anything."
Her hand, which had been resting on his knee, began traveling up his inner thigh. "Mikari just seems so confident," Mika murmured as her fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants. "And I admire that."
On the screen, Mikari leaned in and whispered something in Masamune's ear that made him blush furiously.
On their couch, a new silent battle had begun. Yuna's nipples, hard as pebbles, dug into his back while Mika's fingers traced the outline of his cock with featherlight touches.
He fed Mika a potato chip, letting his fingers explore her mouth. There was triumph in his eyes. "You should hand off the good, unless you want Yuna to bite you, you sly fox. Are you two in heat all day or something like that, huh?"
Mika's eyes fluttered shut as he fed her. Her lips closed around both the chip and his fingers. Her mouth was hot and wet, and her tongue darted out to lick the salt from his fingertips with deliberate slowness.
She hummed contentedly, vibrating against his fingers. Her hand gave his groin one final squeeze before retreating to his knee. "But you taste so much better than the chip," she whispered huskily as she released his fingers. "And yes, we are. But only when you're around."
CHOMP.
Sharp pains erupted in his shoulder. Yuna had bitten him just above the collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark but not quite hard enough to draw blood. "Get your filthy fingers out of her mouth, you pervert!"
She pulled back, leaving a bright red crescent on his skin. "In heat? Of course, we're in heat! You've spent all fucking day teasing us and spanking us and filling us with your cum! What the hell did you expect?!" She ground her naked cunt against his back frantically.
Makoto rubbed the bite mark playfully, that knowing glint still in his eye. "Ouch, it hurts, you know." He turned and caught her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard before biting down. "That's my payback for attacking me."
Yuna's sharp cry quickly morphed into a guttural moan of pure pleasure. Her whole body seized up, back arching as his mouth worked on her nipple. "Y-You...!" she gasped. Her fingers tangled in his hair, but instead of pushing him away, she held him there, pressing him deeper. "You can't just...!"
The pain sent electric jolts straight to her core. Her already sensitive nipple became an almost unbearable point of sensation. She couldn't help it. Her hips started grinding against his back in a desperate rhythm. Hot wetness trickled down her inner thighs.
Mika watched it all unfold with wide, fascinated eyes. Her breathing had gone shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly. A tiny whimper escaped her. Her hand started its journey up from his knee again, unable to resist.
On the screen, Mikari had successfully dragged Masamune into a dressing room. The door clicked shut behind them.