>Naoto’s eyes widened as their lips connected
>He was back in that locker room again, held in place and unable to move
>Out of fear, his eyes locked shut
>He felt Orihara place one of her hands behind his head to hold him closer, deepening the kiss
>This was a battle of wills to him and he was losing
>He could feel her warmth, her passion, her lust pouring out of almost every pore
>He also could feel her tongue trying to judo its way into his mouth
>He tried to fight it, holding his lips shut, trying to picture Nagatoro’s face and hear her voice in his mind
>At first, he kept his focus, but then Orihara’s words from before cut into him
>He knew Hayase was struggling, but why didn’t she stop by here to talk with him about it?
>Shouldn’t she trust him?
>Maybe she really was putting self-pity over what they had gone through together
>And here was Orihara. Maybe she was harsh, but she had a point, even if it came from a more...primal source
>The more he thought about it, the more he lingered on their first kiss. Forced or not, was she right about him craving what she was doing?
>Even now, he could lay there and say he didn't want what was happening
>But he wasn’t fighting her off anymore. Every sense of his was being consumed in the moment. Her scent, her touch, and try and deny it as he could, he could even taste her
>Something called in him
>He wanted her
>He reached out and wrapped his arms around her and began pressing into the ongoing kiss
>Her eyes shot open, but she quickly regained her footing, looking happy that the situation was now in her favor
>Or so she thought
>It was Naoto's turn to ram his tongue into her mouth, much to her surprise
>As they kissed and pressed against each other, Naoto's hand slid down her back, and his fingers traced her spine
>A tiny moan escaped her, but before he could do much more she pulled away
>She smiled and began alternating between kissing his lips and his neck, before pushing away