( bodyswap hell )

[dereban]

[ Waking up seeing an unfamiliar roof wasn't anything new -- at least, not for Inaba Himeko. But what was strange wasn't the sheer fact that the idea wasn't anything new, but rather, that the last second she recalled that she was making out with Natsuru. But in the next flicker of a second, their roles swapped.

Ah, so this is happening again...

But regardless of what Natsuru's intial surprise might be, Inaba decides to press forward, parting her (?) lips to deepen the kiss. She won't let anything like this stop her from getting what she wants. Especially not now. ]

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[thirdbeauty]

Mm-?!

[The first thing Natsuru became aware of in that sudden shift was the extremely jarring change of perspective. He's never been particularly assertive, but Inaba had managed to get him to be a bit more honest about his feelings lately. So he didn't feel particularly awkward about holding her in his arms, while they kissed...

Except now, he wasn't the one holding Inaba anymore. He actually felt... weirdly smaller, with one hand cupped around a cheek and the other pressed against a much firmer chest than Inaba's. And somehow arms had wrapped around his body in exactly the same way he'd been holding her, one around the back and one resting... much lower.

His (?) heart pounds as Inaba moves to deepen the kiss, realizing what's happened. He's far too swept up in the moment to just stop, though. Inaba's body is just as turned on as his was... the rush of excitement overriding his panic and better judgement. Before even realizing it, he's responded by parting his own lips and pressing in with the same intensity. The surprised sound he'd made soon gives way to a softer, more yielding moan.]

[dereban]

[ The moan that slips from Natsuru's lips in her own body is kind of cute, all things considered. And it's one that she likes, given the situation. But since she's in Natsuru's body, she decides to be a little more assertive, the hand on the small of Natsuru-as-Inaba's back goes down, right to the side of his hip and then inner thigh before lifting the skirt and feeling his reaction between the legs, rubbing at the fabric of lace underwear that Natsuru was currently wearing, now that he was in her own body.

Of course, she doesn't stop the kiss; instead, the parting of his lips just elicits a response from her with a groan, a warm tongue entering Natsuru's - Inaba's? - mouth, taking the initiative here as she keeps an eye out for his reaction. ]

[thirdbeauty]

[He's so swept up in the kiss, the roaming of that hand just feels nice and desirable, all the way up until he feels it moving to his inner thigh and lifting the skirt. That's another surprise as he feels Inaba's (his?) hand pressing in gently, feeling between his (Inaba's?) legs. There's no denying the reaction that began with Inaba, but still persists with Natsuru in her body. The outline of the feminine slit can be easily felt through the slightly dampened fabric, betraying his continued and increasing arousal since the swap.

While that hand rubs at him, Natsuru reacts by squirming and closing his thighs a little around the hand touching him. When that tongue slips past his lips he once again offers no resistance. It's a strange feeling, knowing that it's his own body doing these things to him in Inaba's body. But the desire to continue is stronger than the uncertainty about their switched roles, and soon he slides and swirls his borrowed tongue together with Inaba's with another soft moan. His hand, feeling so small against Inaba's currently very firm chest, unconsciously clutches at the fabric of the shirt. Just a little more won't hurt, right?]

[dereban]

[ If Natsuru wants a little more, Inaba won't hesitate and give it to her. The moan along with their tongues meeting each other just gives her more of a push to actually yearn for more. The body she's currently occupying is getting extremely warm and she can't help but slip the fingers past the fabric, sliding it to the side to reveal the bare skin underneath the panties, wanting to feel the wet folds, even as they continue to kiss. ]

[thirdbeauty]

[The touch on Natsuru's most intimate parts makes it... really difficult to keep thinking as her male self. Even though it's not her own body, the way she hears Inaba's voice when she moans and feels those fingers pushing past the fabric of the panties she's wearing to the wet folds beneath effectively flips the switch to thinking of herself as a girl again.

Inaba's body is still a bit foreign... more petite and cute, in her opinion, than her own. And she's never felt a man's touch making her feel so warm and... open, before. Technically, it's not a man, she supposes, but it feels that way.

Knowing it's Inaba in her own male body touching her in Inaba's makes it strange, but... somehow okay? This is something, male or female, that Natsuru would only share with her. They're too into this, she couldn't possibly turn back now.

Her newly small, delicate hand slides up her thigh to settle on Inaba's now-masculine hand, encouraging it to explore her further. She doesn't try to restrain the next moan that escapes her lips, humming into the deep kiss they're still sharing while her tongue slides against Inaba's. As long as Inaba still wants to do this, Natsuru will gladly yield her borrowed body to its rightful owner in whatever way Inaba desires.]

[dereban]

[ Hearing her own voice is kind of embarrassing at times, especially since she isn't used to it. Nevertheless, she can't help but flush as she feels the warm tongue on her own, making it last for a few more seconds longer before peeling away to catch her breath, even as she breathes through her nose. ]

Does it feel good?

[thirdbeauty]

[Natsuru makes a small sound as they separate, taking a moment to catch her breath as well. This might be the first time she's been touched like this, but it's just her luck that the person doing the touching is also the same person that should be most familiar with what this body likes.]

Y-... Yeah...

[She admits, a little breathlessly. There's a slightly higher pitch to Inaba's voice with an aroused Natsuru doing the speaking. A thought slips in at the back of her mind, that she could probably make Inaba feel good too. The flush of her cheeks grows deeper at the thought, but she doesn't dismiss it entirely.]