For the 30 days NSFW OTP challenge, in which I pick Kanji and Naoto (of course) and take a crack at it to keep my NSFW writing muses in practice… or something.

Day One:  Cuddling (naked)

Warnings:  Cuddling.  Naked cuddling.  NSFW stuffs.  

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It takes Kanji three nights before he notices.

On the first night he doesn’t notice because he’s too damn satisfied afterwards.  He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he does, and he would be embarrassed the next morning if he weren’t so damn happy.

He had finally, finally slept with Naoto, and it felt better than the three hundred and sixty-five dreams he had – one for each night, give or take a few worried interruptions involving televisions, shadows, Nanako, and twisted police officers.

On the second night he stays awake – hell yeah! – and stretches like a tall, happy cat.  Naoto stays curled up against him for a moment, though he’s not sure how long she stays in that position because sleep overcomes him eventually.  He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, honest!  And when he wakes up the next morning he is embarrassed, but she just smiles and kisses him on his cheek, already fully dressed and ready to start her day.

On the third night he doesn’t say anything – that’s a lie, he lets out an exhausted holy shit.  Hisbody is still humming from the pleasurable tingles and memories, how soft her body had felt – Rise had been right, her skin is soft – and the way she gently closes her eyes, moaning softly, arching her back in an enticing angle when she has an orgasm.  Kanji watches as she slides out of bed, pulls on his shirt, and crawls back into bed.  She curls up against him like some sort of cute animal – though he knows better than to say that out loud – and falls asleep in his arms.  

It’s a bit odd, he supposes, to get dressed and come back into bed.  Why not just lay there and enjoy the seductive whispers that still leave the sheets damp?  But he’s, again, too satisfied to mention it.

After a week it’s definitely a bit weird.

It’s a strange routine, he thinks, and the only conclusion he can come to is that she’s embarrassed.  Embarrassed of what, he isn’t sure, because it’s not like he hasn’t seen her naked.  But, like clockwork, she’s out of bed, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on.

At two weeks he finally decides to question it.

It’s a bit hard to find his voice.  She seems to like being on top of him, grinding herself against his hardness, hands pressed against his chest as she whispers his name.  It’s terribly dizzying and it’s hard to formulate questions when all he can think is fuck fuck fuck or faster, move faster, fuck.  She does this sinister little movement with her hips, a sort of rolling rhythm that leaves him breathless, and-

Three weeks, three weeks and he questions it.

Before she can slide out of bed he grabs onto her wrist.  She gives him a questioning look, body naked and perfect, hair disorganized around her beautiful face.

Three weeks and one day.

“Why do ya always get dressed afterwards?”

Naoto blinks, “What do you mean?”

“After we… y-ya go and put my shirt on.”

“Oh…” she goes quiet, “It… it is just that…”

“Ya ain’t embarrassed, are ya?  Cuz… I’ve seen ya naked by now.”

“Y-yes, you have, but… if I stay naked neither of us will get any sleep.”

Kanji blinks, then blinks again, then blinks one more time for good measure.  "… wha-?“

"You… you lose control when I am naked.”

“You look good naked.”

“I need sleep,” she says, sidestepping the compliment, “There is school, and work at the station, I need to get some sleep.”

“So ya mean we can’t even cuddle afterwards?”

“Of course we can, just… let me put something on first.”

Kanji frowns at her, crossing his arms at his chest.  Does she really think he has no control at all?  It’s not like he’s Yosuke-senpai or the perverted bear, he’s Kanji Tatsumi, and if she wants him to control himself he sure as hell can!  

“I-I have self control, ya know!  I’m not gonna try and sleep with ya every time I see ya naked!”

Naoto raises an eyebrow and chuckles, “That is a lie.”

Kanji makes a mental note that he hates it when Naoto gains a boost of confidence from one of the girls… or that woman in the fur coat, especially that woman in the fur coat.  He wishes he had a better retort than “Is not!” but he decides that resorting to a five year old’s tactic is all he can do.

“Kanji… I do not mean to sound overconfident, but… your desires for me are strong, and-”

“I-I ain’t gonna sleep with ya, I just wanna cuddle is all!”  Then he pulls her back towards him, holding her in a grip that can only be compared to a bear’s strong hold, “See, this ain’t so bad.”

“K-Kanji, wait,” she squirms a bit in his arms, “If you insist on trying this, at least let me get comfortable-”

“Quit squirmin’ Naoto!”  He frowns, “Stop… d-don’t-”

Naoto’s eyes widen and she looks up at Kanji, then she frowns back at him, “See!  This is what I-”

“It… j-just ignore it!”

“You have an erection!”

“It’ll go away!”

“Another lie!”

“Well you yellin’ at me is certainly killin’ it!”

Naoto sighs, finally seeming to find a comfortable position against Kanji.  They lay together in silence, both of their eyes closed as they try and force themselves into an uneasy sleep.  

“… are you sleeping?”  Naoto asks.

“Nope.”

“I knew this would not work.  Let me put on your shirt.”

“Hell no!  People cuddle like this all the time, we can do it too!”

“If you insist.”

One hour later and Naoto has her hand wrapped around Kanji’s penis, the taller boy moaning loudly with his excited praises of fuck fuck fuck!  He’s too damn satisfied to realize that it was Naoto who made the first move, that it was Naoto who broke her self control first.  

And thus Kanji wears boxers to bed, Naoto wearing a shirt, both of them finally getting some much needed sleep.