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5:30 AM.
these two clearly woke up way too early, but tamamo doesn't feel like going back to sleep, and it doesn't look like oguri wants to either. so here they are, the taller woman comfortably laying her head on tamamo's chest as the latter combs through her hair with one hand.
minutes pass, and tamamo decides to use her idle hand to lightly brush along oguri's nape. it doesn't take long for a shudder courses throughout her body, and tamamo freezes. she resumes her brushing until she hits a specific spot, causing another shudder from her girlfriend, and she huffs a small laugh as she continues. if oguri knows what she's doing, she doesn't say, and instead just lets it happen. her ears twitch, and tamamo can tell with the way her soft, steady breaths gradually become quick pants that oguri is getting at least a little aroused.
the plausible deniability of it would have been there, had oguri stayed still, but the poor umamusume couldn't help her squirming around. eventually, tamamo's thigh is trapped in between oguri's thighs, and the latter starts rubbing up against it just to have some amount of friction, even if it wasn't enough. oguri lifts herself a bit, long hair draping over each side of tamamo's face. she looks gorgeous like this, movements unwavering along with an expression that screams need. tamamo doesn't pull her hand back until oguri shivers, silently accepting the fact that they aren't stopping now, and neither do they wish to.
"down, oguri."
reluctantly, oguri obeys, only getting faster on her thigh. "tama..."
tamamo smiles and taps her shoulder before making a a quick hand gesture that oguri instantly recognizes as 'switch positions'. she imagines an excited, big fluffy dog as oguri moves around. once tamamo is settled on top of her, oguri whines.
"don't worry, i've got 'cha."
oguri relaxes, and tamamo wastes no time, sliding her right hand past the hem of her pajama pants. she stops for a second after feeling the wetness of her soaked panties.
"gods, oguri– y'know you'll have to wash these, right?"
even when oguri quickly nods with a breathless 'uh-huh' in response, tamamo knows she didn't entirely register the words. the thought leaves her mind, though, when she finally pushes her panties aside, fingers just barely making contact with her wet folds. oguri shivers in anticipation, tugging on tamamo's sleep shirt.
"mm? ya want these off?"
"mhm..."
tamamo huffs a laugh before carefully pulling her pajama pants and panties down and off oguri's legs, tossing the clothes elsewhere. she pulls herself closer, resuming her ministrations. it isn't long before tamamo tentatively pushes a finger past oguri's entrance, earning her a broken whimper from the other. she drinks in every little noise, every small roll or buck of her girlfriend's hips, takes in the beautiful sight of oguri cap being unraveled like this, all by her own touch and presence. the cherry on top? such a view belongs to her and her alone. no other soul gets to see this side of oguri, and no other can be the cause of it. being the target of pure love and sinful desire by most ethereal being on earth drives tamamo cross crazy. she doesn't think she'll ever get used to it, and neither does she want to. what they have is something special, something you don't get from anywhere or anyone else, something sacred.
she's snapped out of her train of thought when she hears a higher-pitched moan. absentmindedly, she pushed another finger inside oguri, and by the looks (and feel) of it, she was clearly close. tamamo looks up at her face, expression plastered with unadulterated pleasure, then back down to her hand. her pace slows for a bit, then completely stops as she considers eating her out before giving in to that desire the very second it crosses her mind.
"t-tama-!?"
tamamo doesn't verbally respond, not really needing to, letting her tongue do the talking instead. it dives inside her entrance before pulling back out and running along the slit, lapping up her juices. she licks another long stripe up her pussy before directing her focus on her clit. her tongue slowly swirls around the swollen bud before finally sucking on it, bringing a hand back up to stick a finger inside of her once again.
oguri's grip on the sheets tighten as her thighs shake and twitch around tamamo's head, eventually letting out a broken moan as she's pushed over the edge, arching her back and rolling her hips even faster. tamamo lets it happen, lets oguri ride out her orgasm on her lips and fingers as her free hand caresses her thigh until the shaking stops. she lifts her head up and wipes her mouth with the hand previously holding her thigh. and as much as she wants to ignore it, she can't put her own need in the back of her mind, especially not after looking at her girlfriend's blissed out expression. hurriedly, she pulls her own sweatpants and panties down and tosses them near oguri's, holding both of the latter's thighs with question.
"na, oguri... ya tired yet?"
it takes oguri a second to register, but her eyes flutter open as she turns to look back into tamamo's waiting eyes. shifting her gaze to her lower half, she can tell tamamo isn't satisfied just yet. and being honest, she wasn't completely satisfied either. oguri shakes her head.
"more, please..."
tamamo smiles, expression soft. she moves with love and care as she gets into a comfortable position, bodies connected by their core. slowly, she brings herself down to kiss oguri with passion, capturing a moan from her as she starts to roll her hips. the kiss is broken when their clits touch, tamamo groaning as oguri gasps and throws her head back.
it feels like a burning fire, one that's quickly growing out of control as the level of their pleasure increases by the second. tamamo knows that oguri had just come down from an orgasm, but the thought of overstimulating her for a little while excites her, and so she decides to chase her own high, burying her face into the crook of oguri's neck.
oguri's hands lay on each side of her head, grip tight on the sheets. she feels close, closer, until another orgasm is ripped out of her. all she can do is shudder and moan out tamamo's name, driven to overstimulation when the other doesn't stop grinding on her core. she's so sensitive, but it feels so good, too. oguri is not stuck in the clouds for too long, though, as she feels the body on top of her shake. tamamo raises herself up just to add more pressure to her clit, and that's what sends her over the edge, desperately moaning out oguri's name.
oguri has to find the strength to fight against her exhaustion and open her eyes again (which she forgot were even closed), but her view of tamamo riding out her high, her eyes shut tight and her mouth agape, with sweat glistening on her skin, was unmatched by any other. a similar sight on the track was rare, a "blink and you'll miss it," type of thing to keep up her cool appearance in public; tamamo cross really was like lightning. it was moments like these, though, that dulled her storm-like demeanor to something more liken to quiet rain. even in the dim light, oguri thought of her like the sun revealing itself after the clouds have finished their crying. and maybe that didn't make the most sense, but to oguri, it did.
"tama?"
"mmh... huh, oguri?"
"i couldn't help but think of how pretty you are up close like this."
still trying to catch her breath, tamamo sheepishly laughs. "you've been with me for how long? and you still aren't over this either, huh?"
"s-should i be? i don't think it's possible for me to..."
"pfft- nah. plus..." tamamo trails off, pondering oguri's words. she doesn't think it's possible to... "i'm glad. it's still hard to believe you exist, sometimes," she finishes, tentatively bringing her hands up to cup oguri's adorable face.
oguri places a hand over tamamo's, relishing in the touch and nuzzling into her hand. "i can't ever be not real, if that's what you're worried about..."
ever so honest, this oguri cap, tamamo thinks. she gives her a tender look before pulling the extra blanket at the foot of the bed over them and practically melting on top of her. oguri slides her hands over her back and she allows her eyes to close, letting the sudden exhaustion wash over her.
"y'know, oguri..."
"mhm?"
"you make this whole thing pretty worth it. thank you."
she didn't say exactly what she meant by this whole thing, but oguri knew she was talking about her life. tamamo would never admit it entirely, but oguri wasn't stupid. she knew her girlfriend had struggled with staying afloat when the stress and fear of living became too much for even someone as hardworking as her to bear. to her, oguri felt like her other half, and oguri agreed. together, the two made a pretty good whole, and she never wanted that to change.
"i can say the same for you. i love you, tama."
oguri is almost sure tamamo fell asleep, but after a few seconds pass, tamamo moves up to give her a final soft kiss before moving back down to rest her head on oguri's chest.
"i love you too, oguri."
tamamo blearily shifts her gaze to the clock on the bedside table.
6:40 AM.
they could sleep for a little longer.