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The dining table fell to silence as Monokuma danced out of the hall, followed by his kids. As the group looked around at each other nervously, Saihara holding the strange objects in his fist, they all seemed to be at a loss for what to do. Death was still fresh in their minds, after all. Could they really just go off and explore the school, expecting nothing to go wrong? Expecting them all to trust each other?
Ouma didn't think so. He didn't trust a single person there, and he knew he wasn't alone in that. "Hey, we should all pair up!" he piped up, forcing a childish smile onto his lips. Eyes shot towards him - and away from the trembling Saihara, as he hoped - and narrowed, and he shrugged. "Just a suggestion, jeez... it'd be a shame if someone kicked the bucket again cuz we went off to do our own thing!"
"No one is going to-" Momota argued, but was cut off.
"Ouma-kun is correct." To his (slight) surprise, Tojo's cool voice calmed down the room. She brushed off her skirt and cleared her throat before speaking. "I do believe it is safer for us to travel in pairs. We cannot forget the danger of our situation."
Shinguji smiled underneath his mask, his eyes falling shut in agreement. "I have no qualms with that, but who should decide the pairings?"
"Tenko wants to go with Yumeno-san," Chabashira announced suddenly as she stood up. Yumeno might've been frowning, but her expression usually held a pout. "I'll keep her very safe!"
"I'll go with Saihara!" Momota offered with a wide grin. Ouma frowned - Saihara was his top choice. He had the objects, after all. His eyes wandered to Gonta, but he seemed to have partnered with Angie already. Iruma and Kiibo were side-by-side, and Tojo had settled with Shinguji. Hoshi and Harukawa had a weird air about them, but they seemed to have paired with each other, leaving only him and Shirogane. The most boring of them all, in his current, very humble opinion. She avoided eye contact with him, and shuffled over to Saihara. "A-Ah, I actually... have an idea for where one of these might go. Momota-kun, is it alright if I pair with Saihara-kun for this?" she lied, anxious and wide-eyed.
"Huh? Oh, sure, I guess," Momota frowned, but stepped away, then looked around the room for a new partner. Ouma grinned - he wasn't particularly fond of Momota, but he was so horribly predictable that provoking him was lots of fun. So predictable, that anything actually insightful from Momota shocked him. He could at least have fun, he figured, and so he approached him, smiling in delight as the astronaut's face dropped.
"Momota-chan!" he sang, holding in laughter as he watched Momota frantically look for Shirogane to ask to switch again - but they had already left. Most pairs had, or were leaving, except for Iruma and Kiibo, who lingered by the back door. He groaned and looked at Ouma again.
"...Seriously...? You?"
"You should feel lucky!" Ouma teased. "Come along now, dear, we have work to do. Let's get to searching!" That weird lever looked hexagonal... like the... we should head outside. Throwing his hands behind his head, he strolled over to the back door, kicking the back of Kiibo's leg as he opened it and walked out.
"Ouma, I swear to god, if you mess anything up-" Momota threatened.
"Don't worry!" he laughed, "I have a plan! Just follow me," he gestured, and Momota sighed in defeat and followed after him towards the stone building. Ouma thought deeply about what may be hiding behind there, unaware of what he would get himself into.
Saihara opened the wooden door using the crank, just as Ouma instructed, and Momota hurried in next to Saihara and Shirogane, intentionally leaving Ouma behind him. As he walked down the wooden spiral staircase, he looked out at the expensive looking view in front of him. Pathways built on water leading to two buildings of bright lights. A casino, and a... hotel? He narrowed his eyes. Definitely a love hotel. In a school?
"Oooh, we should totally give that hotel a visit, Momota-chan!" he called out, his eyes still locked on the strange building.
"Absolutely not," was the expected reply of disgust.
"W-Well, we should check it out," Saihara said, his cheeks tinted pink. "It's just..."
"Oh, I guess it'd be weird for you to go there with a girl," Momota nodded, and Shirogane looked away in equal embarrassment. "Alright, we'll go look for ya. Check out the casino, okay?" Saihara nodded, brushing his hair as a substitute for adjusting his discarded hat, and then walked by Shirogane's side down the path to the casino. The brightness on Momota's face vanished, and he started walking towards the hotel. "Let's make this quick," he grumbled.
"I'm always down for a quickie!" Ouma agreed, skipping to catch up with him.
"Don't say it like that!"
As Momota continued to reprimand him for his suggestive teasing, Ouma narrowed his eyes at the sign ahead. Prices and times for staying... he noted. They arrived at the front of the building, pausing briefly to read the sign in full, before Ouma hurried over to the door. "Hey, I'm still reading!" Momota yelled from behind him, and Ouma rolled his eyes.
"Huuurryyyy!" He whined, holding the door handle tightly as he leaned back.
Momota sighed and did hurry, jogging over to the door as Ouma opened it and following him in. They were greeted with a pink, heart-filled lobby, and an empty reception desk. "Why is a place like this on a school campus?" Momota wondered aloud from behind him as he looked at the strange artwork framed on the wall.
"Huhh, what a weird pairing to come into here together!" A familiar, annoying voice said. Monokuma was dressed in small robe, holding a fake cigarette as he approached them. "You guys looking for some alone time while the others are searching?"
"Obviously fucking not," Momota answered for them, "we're here to investigate."
"What a brave excuse," Monokuma laughed, "but that's too bad! You can't get into any of the rooms without a key, and you can't get a key without paying the fee. For you guys, though..." Monokuma suddenly added as he looked between them, "If you pay the fee to rest for two hours, I'll give you the master key!"
Momota groaned in annoyance. Ouma quirked his eyebrow up. "3500 yen?" he asked, tapping his fingers lightly on the pockets where he'd collected the strange looking coins.
"Roughly!"
"We don't have any fucking money!" Momota frowned, "That's not fair!"
"Hold your horses! You have Monocoins, don'tcha? Each coin is equivalent to 100 yen. So, if you can give me 35 Monocoins, I'll give ya the master key!" Monokuma dropped his fake cigarette and kicked it towards them, and Momota stepped on it.
...The fact that he's offering us the master key so easily makes me think there's nothing of importance in here. Or he doesn't expect either of us to actually have enough? Besides him, Momota counted his coins. "I only have five," he frowned.
"That's what I thought!" Monokuma laughed, "get your ass to the casino and make some money before coming back here!"
Ouma exhaled slowly. ...Might as well, he decided, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this. He took the "Monocoins" he'd been collecting, counted out thirty, and held them out to Monokuma, who stared at them in what might've been surprise, though it was hard to tell on a stuffed animal. He then swiped the coins from both Momota and his hands. "Fine, even though I'm not sure how you got all of those," Monokuma sent him a glare, and then took the heart-shaped key out of his robe and handed it to then. Momota took it with a look of distaste. "This is a huge discount, so you two better appreciate it!"
Rolling his eyes, Ouma started down the hallway to the first hotel room, hearing Momota's footsteps behind him.
"Remember," Monokuma's shrill voice called out, "it only works from the outside of each room, got it?"
He opened the first door and stepped in.
Ouma twirled the heart-shaped key with his fingers, taking in the gaudy and intentionally embarrassing room, ignoring the sounds of a the grumbling astronaut behind him. "Alright!" Ouma grinned, "Let's get to searching!"
"Do we really have to search the same room?" Momota looked at him with disgust.
"Uh, obviously not. But you followed me in here, idiot." He wasn't really in the mood for banter.
"'Kay, whatever. I'll let you know if I find anything," Momota turned around with a lazy wave goodbye, and Ouma didn't bother to give one back. He focused on the task at hand - searching, and headed towards the bathing area of the room. A thin, translucent curtain separated it from the rest of the room, but luckily, there was also a bathroom further in, with an actual door. Privacy was the last thing he'd expect to find in a love hotel. The heart-shaped bathtub had joint slides leading it, along with a jar of a rose petals and various lotions on the side. Next to the tub were small seats, along with a stack of trays, and -- come to think of it, I haven't heard the door open yet...
Ouma turned around quickly to take a look at the door, and Momota stood in front of it, his hands gripping the handle. He then turned to look at Ouma, face pale and eyes wide. "I-It's locked! Ouma, give me that-"
"Puhuhu!" Monokuma appeared on the screen. "I'm sure by now you've realized you're trapped in there, right?" the bear laughed. "There aren't cameras in these rooms, just so you know. I can't see what you're doing, so if I interrupted your private time, I sincerely apologize!" Despite that, he seemed very amused, and not the least bit sincere. "You'll be locked in there for a few hours. Two, if I remember to let you two out by then... but bears can be very forgetful, so don't blame me if you're trapped all night!
"I can picture Momota Kaito-kun screaming in frustration right now, but you should be grateful, really! Normally, it would cost 10,000 Monocoins to get that key. Plus, you get a free extended stay in the hotel! Don't worry, there's some free snacks in drinks in that cooler. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go check on your dear classmates. See you in two hours... maybe!"
Monokuma laughed again, and the screen turned to black.
"You've... got to be kidding me..." Momota said in disbelief. "Give me that fucking key, Ouma--"
Ouma tossed him the key. "It only works from the outside, but you're free to try!" He laughed, despite being equally angered by the situation - more at himself for being tricked. "Then come help me search. Good luck," he waved, then went to look into the bathroom.
He heard Momota cry out in anger and laughed dryly to himself as he looked around. A shower and bathtub in one, with a glass sliding door. A normal looking toilet. A stack of plain, white towels. A sink with some cabinets. Repressing a grimace on instinct, Ouma knelt down in front of the sink and opened the cabinets, finding exactly what he expected - various bottles of lube, lotions, a single bottle of soap, and several boxes of condoms. He pushed the bottles out of the way and looked past it, only seeing the pipe underneath the sink. Unsurprised, Ouma stood up, then walked over to look in the shower real quick - he noted it was definitely large enough for two people - but only saw more soaps and shampoos.
He left the bathroom, peering around the curtains to see Momota leaning against the wall, his arms crossed with a sour expression. While part of him considered just leaving him there to pout while he went to search, he thought it might be amusing to see Momota's reaction to the... BDSM-seeming area on the opposite side. "Momota-chan, don't look so down! You get to spend two whole hours with me!"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I don't fuckin' want to do," Momota huffed.
"Awh, how rude. Then why don't you go search that side so we can be as far away from each other as possible?" Ouma smiled. "I don't really want to see your ugly goatee any longer, either."
"...Oh, shut up. Fine, I'll go search, but I'm getting a drink before I do," he rolled his eyes, but got up off the wall.
"You sound like an alcoholic!" Ouma called out to him, but part of him was wary. Not worried about Momota, god, no, just... he's a cautious person. "Are you sure you wanna drink something from Monokuma?"
"He can't kill us, it's not like it's poisoned," Momota replied as he opened a soda can and took a sip. "I'd be more worried about drinking something from you."
I hope that is poisoned, Ouma thought to himself, knowing he didn't mean it. He shrugged, then turned back to the bathing area. He'd mostly searched it - the hotel room wasn't very big, and the bed (and strange, single carousel horse) took up a good chunk of the main area - but he decided to do one more sweep, looking in the bathtub, shaking jars and bottles to see if anything was hidden. Mostly to pass time, but he did manage to find some more Monocoins scattered throughout the hotel. Once he got bored, which didn't take very long, he looked over at Momota, remembering he was searching through sex toys and restraints, but was quickly disappointed to see Momota sitting on the edge of the bed, his back towards Ouma.
Ouma frowned, then made his way over to the bed and crawled across it. Momota flinched slightly at the feeling of the bed shifting beneath him, seeming to readjust his sitting position. "Momota-chan, did you really finish already?"
"...Yeah."
Oh? A very timid response from him. Strange. "Huhh... I don't believe you. Go check again."
"No."
...Another weird response. Maybe that drink was poisoned after all. "Ehh? What if we missed something? The key might be over there, y'know! C'mon, that side was your responsibility!" he whined, eyes watching Momota carefully. He decided to switch his approach when all he got was a grunt of annoyance. "Are you really that useless you can't even search one side? Ugh... no wonder you wanted to partner with Saihara-chan. He can make up for your lack of... well, everything."
"Ouma, oh my god, can you just shut up?" Momota finally snapped, turning to look at him - with an unexpected expression. Cheeks flushed, brows drawn in, sweating just barely, and his eyes seeming hazy with something. He must've been staring for a second too long, because Momota shifted away uncomfortably and turned away again. "Go search your side again."
"Was there something in that drink after all?" Ouma said blankly, and Momota's shoulders jumped.
"...Fuck, okay, maybe. Happy? You were right. Fuck off."
His mind cycled through the possibilities, but it seemed obvious that it was an aphrodisiac. Of course Monokuma would do that. Is there really no cameras in here...? he wondered if this was all a scheme to get... indecent film. He frowned - once again, that would only make sense with an audience. Everything did. "There's a bathroom over there," Ouma informed him, hopping of the bed and strolling over to the opposing side. "Go deal with yourself in there! I don't wanna see it."
Momota groaned in irritation from behind him, but it turned into a sigh of exhaustion. As he started to search through the various objects that kept getting weirder, he eventually heard Momota shuffling behind him and his footsteps getting quieter, and eventually the sound of a door shutting. Moments later, the quiet sound of the shower was heard, and Ouma got up. Nothing interesting in the bin of sex toys except two Monocoins and a condom - thankfully unused - and he moved back to the bed, preferring not to touch the whips and sadistic toys hanging on the wall. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hands on his chin, but his mind kept wandering to the sound of the shower and what might be happening in there -
He shook his head. Momota was not that hot.
He sat in silence until the shower turned off, and Ouma reapplied his mask of carefree innocence and hopped off the bed, walking over to the cooler and sorting through the drinks. Grape Fanta - Monokuma was expecting me to come here, then? - and various sodas, as well as some water bottles. He hoped he would get out of there before he was in any dire need for any of it. A few minutes passed before the bathroom door opened again, and Momota came out with wet, messy hair and both of his coats put on lazily. His face was still flushed, but he seemed... more tense than before. Ouma couldn't help his eyes from wandering down, below his waist, and his lower abdomen twisted with something warm before he looked away. "Looks like that didn't work," he teased Momota, who flipped him off before collapsing onto the bed, laying on his side with his back to him.
"I'm going to sleep until we get out of here. Do me a favor and shut the fuck up," Momota said weakly, his words empty. He was clearly embarrassed and irritated, and Ouma almost pitied him - that feeling of vulnerability is horrifying for him, too. Ouma watched him for a few moments, then walked over to the bathroom in silence and shut the door. He turned the shower on, hot enough to almost burn his skin, and then started to undress, checking the door's lock several times as he did, and then slowly grabbed a bottle of lube and stepped into the shower.
The warm water rushed over his increasingly flushed body, and his heart started to beat a little faster as he poured the lube out onto his fingers and leaned back against the shower wall. His fingers ran down his body, intentionally rubbing his nipple as they made their way down. He lightly ran his finger through the crease between his pelvic region and thighs, the slick lube making him shiver as it made it's way closer to his hole.
Ouma smeared what was still on his fingers onto his body, then poured more than he needed and placed them onto his entrance once again, gently rubbing the area as he prepared himself. He pursed his lips, and then started to push his way inside - a new sensation, but not one he was against. He was aware he'd preferred men for a while, now - sexually, anyway - and even if he hadn't full on slept with anyone yet, he'd imagined it.
...This was his first time touching himself like this, though. It was tight, and warm, but no way was Momota's dick fitting in there. Ouma pressed down and winced, repeatedly trying to loosen himself up before finally moving deeper. While he was planning on helping the awfully pathetic Momota through his... issues, this was also a chance for some self-exploration. His cock was already getting hard, especially from the thoughts of his classmate, and he felt like he was getting close to finding that special spot inside of him. He kept pushing and wiggling his fingers around until he accidentally found it, letting out an unintentional whine when he hit it much harder than intended.
A little winded, Ouma took his fingers out and took a few breaths before covering them in lube again, this time putting three fingers in and searching for that spot. He'd finally loosened up a bit - thought probably not nearly as much as he needed to, if Momota's dick was as big as his ego - so it was easier to find that particular spot. He pushed down on it again and practically whimpered, but couldn't help it as he curled his fingers in again. It felt good, so good - but he stopped himself. He was trying to prepare himself, not get himself off yet. He was only doing this to get stupid Momota on his feet again. ...And maybe for some fun for himself, too. Mostly for Momota.
Not that he cared.
Ouma felt his legs shaking as he washed his body briefly before turning the shower off and stepping out, rigorously drying himself with a towel as his heart raced. It wasn't like him to get this nervous. He frowned, then dried his hair as quick as possible, paying it no mind as it quickly curled back into it's usual position. Ouma redressed himself, slipped a smaller bottle of lube into his scarf, and then stared at himself in the mirror. He plastered an bright smile onto his face, then wiped it off and replaced it with a casual one, settling on an expression he liked, and then exited the bathroom. His pulse still raced, but his breathing kept it managed.
Momota, luckily, was facing the opposite way now, towards the weird BDSM area. Ouma walked over to the bed, quickly slipped the bottle of lube underneath the pillows, and then climbed on. He laid down playfully, then rolled over to face Momota's back and poked him. Momota didn't respond, but he definitely wasn't asleep - Ouma could tell. After a few more pokes, the astronaut finally groaned and turned to on on his back. "What do you want?" He grumbled, eyes still cloudy with exhaustion and arousal. He shifted away just barely, a little surprised at the closeness of them, but Ouma moved closer, earning a confused look.
"Did you take a nice nap?" Ouma asked cheerily.
"I was about to, until your ass showed up," Momota replied. "Fuck do you want?"
Ouma repressed a smirk at the "your ass" comment, and then sighed. "I was just checking on you... you're so mean to me sometimes..."
"Yeah, okay. Listen, Ouma, I don't really have the energy for this-"
"Just cuz you're cranky you can't jerk off properly doesn't mean you get to pout while I do all the work," Ouma sat up and crossed his arms, and Momota's face turned bright red.
"S-Shut up!" He cursed, "It's fucking annoying! I already tried, it just didn't go away!"
Ouma smiled lightly. Oh, so it's a strong drug, huh? "Someone's in a bad mood! Is cortisol production a side effect of erections?"
"Dude, I swear to..." Momota moved towards him angrily, trying to elbow him in the side, but seemed to have moved awkwardly and caused some friction, instead cutting himself off with a breathy moan. He backed away, then groaned and leaned back onto the bed. "Just... fuck off."
Ouma really was starting to pity him. He laid back onto the bed again, tearing the covers off and nearly making Momota fall off the bed. Momota cursed him again, but quieted down when Ouma pressed himself against his side, grabbing at his biceps - which were more muscular than he realized, now that those coats were off - and looking up at him with wide eyes. "If you're really that fucked up," Ouma said quietly, "let me help."
Momota stared at him, his brow furrowed, and his lips parting slightly as he thought about what to say. "Wh-What?" he practically whispered.
Ouma slipped underneath the covers, staying close to Momota's body, and placing himself between his legs. The bulge in his pants was extremely obvious, and he had to keep his eyes off of it keep himself from getting to excited. His right hand squeezed it gently, making Momota's legs twitch, while his other hand grabbed at the waistband of his pants. He then stopped, looking up at Momota with those same wide eyes, waiting for a sign.
He was breathing heavily, and Ouma could feel the throbbing of his cock. Momota let his head fall back and he groaned. "Fuck, okay. Do it."
"You got it," Ouma chuckled quietly, then pulled his waistband down to reveal his boxers. Expectedly, there was a space pattern across them, which Ouma normally would've teased him about, but he felt like even he shouldn't go that far in a situation like this. Without a word, he pulled his boxers off, discarding both pairs of bottoms and then getting a good look at his cock.
It was large - really big, oh shit - and fully hard. His tip was full revealed, which must've caused that uncomfortable friction earlier, and Ouma quickly wrapped his hand around the base and started to pump his hand, slowly, quickly getting a light groan from Momota, who desperately tried to muffle himself with his hand. Ouma lifted himself up lightly, moving his mouth towards his cock before licking up from the based towards the tip, swirling his tongue as he watched Momota's face. He tried to hide himself, but the jerking of his hips was enough to tell Ouma what was good.
Careful of his teeth, Ouma started to take him deeper, getting most of the tip into his mouth before having to back away to take a breath. When he took him in his mouth, he managed to get about halfway down before it hit the back of his throat, making him almost gag and swallow around the tip, which earned a, "f-fuck, Ouma!" from his classmate, and Ouma decided it was worth it and swallowed again. Momota bucked his hips up again, and Ouma groaned around his dick and removed his mouth, returning to licking up and down the base, lightly squeezing his balls with his free hand. His other hand gripped Momota's thigh roughly.
Ouma licked his tip again before taking more of his length, sucking hard as he started to bob his head up and down. It tasted... good, oddly, and Ouma found himself enjoying the sounds of Momota's groans and desperate, erotic sounds. "C-Coming," Momota said roughly, his eyes squeezed shut as his hands started to dig into the mattress. "Coming, fuck, Ouma, I'm-!" He moaned again, his hips jerks, and Ouma took a swift breath before placing his mouth over his dick again, eagerly taking him as deep as he could and swallowing around his tip until Momota finally released, a salty and sticky feeling coating his mouth. He swallowed a few more times, then removed his mouth, taking a few heavy breaths before letting go of Momota's thigh, not realizing how tightly he had been holding it.
Momota held his right hand over his eyes as he breathed heavily, his body shaking, and then he groaned in what sounded like frustration. Ouma glanced down again, realizing Momota had gotten hard again so quickly, and felt... motivated. He was already hard himself - he had been since his shower - and he had prepared himself for a reason. Shaking, and disgustingly nervous, Ouma crawled forward until he was over Momota, grabbed his chin, and pulled him in for a rough kiss. "...Give me a minute, Momota-chan," he whispered in his ear after pulling away, "I'll make you feel good. Just wait a moment, okay?" Still leaning over Momota, listening to his trembling breaths, Ouma reached for the bottle of lube hidden underneath the pillows and pulled it closer, placing it by his side before starting to undo his belt.
His white jeans slipped off quickly, though he was still covered by the the blanket. Ouma reached across Momota's body with his right hand to get the bottle of lube. He poured the liquid out, then started to rub his cold, slick fingers onto his entrance, then pushing them in much easier than before. He bit his lip to keep quiet, forcing his fingers in deeper while feeling his walls squeeze him tightly as he arched his back. He pushed down on that spot and let out a swift exhale of pleasure, well aware Momota was watching him do all of this, even through the darkness of the covers - Ouma wondered how he was feeling. Was he just as turned on? Or was he pissed that Ouma wasn't attending to him right at that moment?
Lucky for Momota, Ouma's fingers weren't enough for him, and he loosened his hole up much quicker. Slowly, he took his fingers out, and then grabbed the bottle of lube again. He sat up onto his knees, looking down at Momota, his face flushed at the fact that they were both naked from the waist down. Momota, however, had half-lidded, desperate eyes, that didn't seem to care. All he wanted was some relief. A little embarrassed at being watched, but refusing to show it, Ouma poured a copious amount of lube onto his hand and covered Momota's dick in it, who flinched at the cold liquid, but leaned into the touch, exhaling in disappointment at the loss of it. Slowly, Ouma used his hands on Momota's chest as leverage as he started to lower himself down, feeling Momota's tip enter him.
His lips twisted, wanting to form an expression of bliss, but he held his lips tight together with his teeth. He shivered at the pleasure of Momota's cock inside of him, the throbbing feeling vibrating to both his prostate and his erection - but it wasn't enough for Momota, so he kept lowering himself, forcing himself to go all the way down. "Hngh-!" He whimpered unintentionally. His dick had reached further than Ouma's fingers could, so it had to force it's way in - it hurt, but god it felt good. He moved his hips lightly, rocking them forward, wincing each time at the stinging feeling, when Momota's hands suddenly rested on his hips.
"You okay?" Momota whispered quietly, his eyebrows drawn in with concern, but his eyes still filled with lust. His hips couldn't help but jerk up into Ouma every few seconds, but he still carefully massaged Ouma's inner thighs, sending a warm feeling throughout Ouma's body.
Ouma didn't answer, instead lifting his hips and slamming down onto Momota, feeling him hit that spot before sliding deeper. It was intoxicating, and Ouma started to feel like he couldn't get enough of it. He wondered if somehow, that aphrodisiac was making it's way into his body from Momota. Otherwise, that mean Momota alone was turning him on this much, and that... Ouma frowned, and decided there was no need to think at that moment. He rocked his hips forward, arching his back with a light grunt, getting a loud groan of pleasure from Momota. The movement had gotten easy quickly, and Ouma was no longer struggling with keeping himself up. It still stung, just a bit, but the pleasure outweighed it immensely.
Momota's hands tightened around his thighs, cursing and groaning every time Ouma rocked his hips forward. Watching Momota shaking in pleasure made him want to grab his own dick and jerk himself off, but he didn't - he refused to come before Momota, so he slammed down again and whined in pleasure. He took a moment to readjust himself before grinding down again, unintentionally hitting his spot perfectly, making him arch his back and cry out. "M-Momota-!"
Ouma felt tears of bliss stinging his eyes and moved body faster, unable to focus his mind on anything else - but he couldn't stay consistent. His hips stuttered, and his legs were trembling from the intense stimulation, and he was starting to lose his momentum. Biting his lip, his grabbed at Momota's waist, his arms shaking as they tried to keep him up, and forced himself down again, but it sent a wave of pure pleasure through him, and he had to pause again. He felt Momota's eyes on him - gentle, but likely annoyed - but couldn't get that rocking motion right again. He groaned in frustration, moving to readjust himself again, but Momota's hands suddenly moved up to his waist, grabbing him roughly and switching their positions in an instant.
"Momota-!" he cursed, then felt hands gently wrapping around him, one running up along his back and the other massaging his hips.
"Shhh, it's okay," Momota said quietly, his voice low and deep, soft and seductive at the same time. "I've got you. Let me finish this, okay?"
Slowly, Ouma removed his hands from pushing at Momota's waist, and instead wrapped them around his neck. I'm trusting you, Momota... he thought bitterly before feeling him thrust deep inside of him, and he couldn't help but cry out and pleasure. Momota was able to keep a consistent pace, repeatedly hitting that amazing spot inside of him until Ouma's vision was completely blurred. "M-Momota-! Ch-Cha-!?" he could barely get his words out, his back arching hard into Momota's cock until he finally couldn't resist anymore, feeling his release stretching throughout his entire body. The warm feeling where he could see nothing but white and feel nothing but Momota lasted for maybe a whole minute until he blinked a few times, feeling Momota's cock exit him. His back hit the bed again, and Momota's panting in his ear brought him back to reality.
"Fuck," Momota mumbled, hands still holding Ouma close, "fuck, that was..."
Ouma managed to sit up, pushing himself up with trembling arms. He came inside of me, he realized, the sensation making him feel warm again. Momota kept breathing heavily next to him until he finally sat up and looked at Ouma. "Good morning, sunshine!" Ouma smiled, putting on a bright face. "How are you feeling?"
Momota stared at him, then held his head and groaned. "Fuck you."
"You already did," Ouma laughed, grabbing his jeans and hopping off the bed. At the very least, Monokuma did supply him with a good experience. He made his way to the shower, stretching in the doorway before tossing his jeans on the ground, then turning to reach for the door. Momota wrapped his arms around him from behind and mumbled something, holding him close.
Silently, Ouma closed the bathroom door and pulled the astronaut down for a kiss. He'd definitely make sure to take some of those sodas with him when he left.