"Yo, Dag. Shower's open." The sound of a door closing down the hall confirmed what Aria had said. A few seconds later, she popped up with a towel over her shoulders and a misty aura surrounding her.

"Mhm," hummed Adagio. She barely looked up from her laptop as Aria sauntered to her side and plopped down on the old couch. But instead of sitting like a normal person, she decided to sprawl herself out over the entire thing. This included putting her legs in Adagio's lap, much to her annoyance. She lifted her computer over her legs and continued working.

"Whatcha watching?" As she spoke, Aria peeled the wrapper off of a lollipop, her latest fascination. Adagio was lucky if she could spend a day without stepping over one of her discarded papers. It looked like strawberry today. Instead of complaining, she answered the question.

"Dunno. Some documentary of something." Adagio looked up at the TV, which had been idly buzzing in the background for the last hour. "I'm not really paying attention."

"Writing your smut instead?" Adagio twitched. One of her biggest regrets would be telling Aria and Sonata how she earned her money. Unsurprisingly, nobody wanted to hire a trio with no background and a habit of brainwashing. What was surprising was the number of people willing to shell out hundreds at a time to hear what perverted fantasy Adagio's mind cooked up next. Not that she was complaining. "What part are you writing?"

"None of your business?" She returned to her work, trying to drown out Aria’s grumble of dissatisfaction. In an instant, Aria pulled her legs back and hopped up. Her athletic maneuver left her kneeling next to Adagio on the couch. The perfect position to shove her huge pigtails in her face and peek at the screen.

“She took hold of her partner’s legs and parted them, revealing the canyon of loveliness that lay between them.” Adagio blushed, then tried pushing Aria off of her. She was annoyingly stubborn. “Then, like a single tear rolling down a baby’s cheek, her arousal became clear.”

“Didn’t you ever learn to read in your head?” Finally, Adagio managed to push Aria away from her. “This is already embarrassing enough to write. Think you can spare me the commentary?”

‘My bad,” she apologized. Aria pulled back like she had before, lounging on the entire rest of the couch. With a small readjustment, Adagio was back to work, typing away at her keyboard. Aria watched her in silence. She rolled her lollipop around her mouth before plucking it from her tongue. “So she’s about to give that girl head, huh?”

“Yup.” Aria hummed, then pressed the curve of the lollipop to her lips.

‘I could go for some head right now.” Adagio paused, then looked in Aria’s direction. The two met eyes, but Adagio shook her head and focused on the draft. It was just about done. If she hurried, she could even get paid before sundown.

After being ignored, Aria slipped off the couch and headed for the TV. Putting her hands on top of it, she felt its warmth once she fully leaned into it. If Adagio was watching, she wouldn’t be able to see a thing. Of course, her odd standing position caught her attention anyway.

“How long has it been? Like two weeks now?” Adagio’s fingers crawled to a halt. Aria had slipped the lollipop back into her mouth and the sucking was impossible to ignore. More distracting than that was her swaying hips, pulling Adagio’s gaze to and fro. She didn’t have the largest back, but she at least had something worth looking at. It helped that she was wearing those panties Sonata had gotten her last Christmas. The ones with “EAT” lettered over the curve of her butt.

“No.” Adagio’s simple answer brought a frown to Aria’s face.

“I didn’t even—”

“We both know what you’re doing here, and the answer’s no. Don’t play with me.” Adagio continued typing as her focus returned. “I’m trying to earn us some money. Wait till Sonata gets home or something.”

“Alright, geez.” Aria backed away from the TV, then sat back down on the couch. She flicked her tongue over her lollipop a few times before looking over. “Feel like cooking tonight?”

“Not really. Isn’t it your turn to make dinner?” Aria grinned.

“Don’t feel like it either” Adagio’s eyes went wide. She’d heard this stupid setup before. “Feel like eating out?” Her expression slowly soured until her eyes scrunched up. Like she’d bit into a lemon whole, and regretted it immediately.

“Can’t you just... ask for something normally?” Aria was quick to snap back, but she stopped herself when she realized Adagio was closing her laptop. She set it off to the side, then looked at Aria with a frown. “Five minutes, then back to my work.”

“Fine by me. Knowing you, that’ll be plenty of time.” Adagio looked down Aria’s belly, at the hem of her black panties. She tiptoed her fingers down her belly button and along the fabric above her clit. She circled it a few times before rubbing the whole length of her lips forward and back again. Then she feathered her fingers along it like she was trying to tickle her. The reaction was a little similar, at least.

“You’re not even wet. Are you even horny, or did you just want to distract me?” Aria chuckled, then threw her hands behind her head and reclined on the sofa.

“Little bit of both.” Her smug grin annoyed Adagio to no end. Still, she slipped off of the couch and fell to her knees on the soft carpet. She rubbed her fingers along Aria’s legs, feeling her slight shiver underneath them. “Who’d turn down a visit from your tongue?”

“Keep the flattery to yourself.” Adagio put her palms on Aria’s knees, then pulled them apart, just as the character did in her story. The moisture from her shower and beads of sweat mixed together, slipping down her thighs. Adagio pecked them down with smooches, leaving little bits of lipstick on them. Finally, she reached Aria’s pussy, pecking it just like the rest. The salty taste of sweat mixed with the sweetness of her body wash. Finally, Adagio reached up to her hips and hooked the hem of her underwear.

“It’s not flattery, I’m serious.” A small string of arousal followed the fabric as it rolled down Aria’s legs. Adagio tapped her clit a few times like a button, then rubbed it in. Aria hummed, trying to stop a moan from coming out. “Remember when you left Sonata so raw, she couldn’t sit right for a week?”

“Mmm…” She traveled down to her lips and pulled one side from the other with her thumb. A nice, healthy pink stared back at her. She licked her lips, then looked up at Aria. “It was her birthday. I don’t pull off performances like that very often.” Her hand grabbed hold of Adagio’s head and egged her closer.

“I believe in you.” Adagio rolled her eyes. She knew this was as close as Aria would get to begging for it. So, she stopped stalling and finally got to work.

She started off with the basics. A thorough massage to get the wheels turning. Her lips were nice and soft, enjoyable to the touch. Next, she introduced her "famous" tongue, having a taste of the salty juices she was beginning to drip.

With the flat of her tongue, she swept along her pink walls. She brought her right hand to part the other side, then carefully scraped her out like she was eating ice cream. She left her walls and retreated north, planting a few kisses on her clit to give it some love. Judging by Aria’s low purring, she was enjoying her little performance. That made Adagio happy, despite her reluctant attitude from before.

Finally, after dancing around it for so long, Adagio set her sights on the main course. She parted her lips again, then eyed down her small, tight hole. It barely had enough space to fit her tongue, let alone a finger as well. All that meant was she’d be taking pleasure in pushing Aria's limits.

She squeezed into the opening and circled around the entrance. She knew she was doing well when Aria clenched up around her. Inching forward, the heat on her tongue started to climb. Being squished between Aria’s thighs didn’t help much. She pressed forward, giving her the full length of her tongue in one plunge. Her nose bumped her clit like a button.

“Hmm…” Aria’s breaths were getting heavier and her grip tighter. She was a reluctant moaner who kept it under wraps as long as she could. It didn’t matter much to Adagio, though. If she kept this up, she’d be squealing like a schoolgirl before long.

She moved her hands away from her pussy, then traveled up her body and along the curve of her stomach. Slipping them underneath her shirt, she grabbed a palmful of her breasts in each hand. Her fingers brushed over her nipples, making her tighten up down below. An old trick she learned over the years.

While she was gentle up above, down below she was anything but. She whisked her tongue around in a blur, wildly attacking everywhere at once. But that wouldn’t be enough for Aria to cum any time soon. Adagio needed to hit those special places Aria couldn’t quite reach alone. Thankfully, she’d long since learned exactly where those spots were. She narrowed her tongue and cut upward, smashing into a particularly soft ridge along the roof.

“Hmmph…!” Aria nearly jumped out of her seat. As Adagio flicked her tongue side to side, she came back down from her high, twitching and shaking. Aria’s G-spot was pretty easy to find with all the experience she had. She went at it with as many little licks as she could. “Hah… hah…”

“Enjoying yourself?” asked Adagio. Or at least, that’s what she would have asked if she wasn’t tonguing her roommate down like a thirsty beast. The living room filled with the sloppy wet sounds of her slurping up every bead of cum that dripped out of Aria. Of course, once she had her fill, she went right back to making her leak even harder.

Discreetly, she pulled back one of her hands that was fiddling with her tits up above. She brought it down to her chin, then positioned her fingers near the bottom. Her middle and ring fingers knocked on Aria’s door, but there was no way they’d fit. Adagio finally retreated with a wet smack and caught her breath.

“D-Dag?” She ignored Aria’s call and slipped her fingers in with a single thrust. They reached a bit further than her tongue. Once she went in, she rubbed the roof like she was scratching an itch. “God, that’s the spot… ooh…” Aria purred again and lifted her legs a bit off the ground. She ramped up until the sound of squishy, wet pussy being mixed up filled the room.

“Come on, Ari… cum for me.” She slipped in the third finger, all circling her weak spot. If Aria wanted to keep herself together, it would’ve been quite difficult. Thankfully, she seemed more than happy to crumble under Adagio’s pressure. Her body began to shake, and her moaning turned into growling. She was so unbelievably close. Adagio could feel it.

“Hey guys, I’m home!” As Sonata stumbled into the living room, two pairs of eyes locked onto her. She paused near the doorway and quickly looked between them. “Whatcha doing?”

“Eating Aria out.” Sonata’s eyes widened.

“Ooh! What’s the occasion?” With a joyful pep in her step, Sonata started skipping toward them. Once she circled the couch, she froze in place with a worried expression. “Um… is it your birthday? I didn’t get a present or anything.”

Aria and Adagio looked at each other as if it were instinct. Even without a single word exchanged between the two, a tasty little plot was hatched. Adagio pulled her fingers out and scooted over to the side.

“It’s alright. I’ll let you share mine.” Aria got to her feet, though Adagio’s work had made her a bit shaky. Adagio licked her sticky hands clean, then slapped Aria’s small, but perky butt. After caressing it for a bit, she placed a wet kiss on her cheek, leaving behind a nice lipstick stain. It was picturesque. “You take the front. I’ve got business to do back here.”

“Okay!” Without a second thought… maybe not even a first one, Sonata dove to her knees. The way she knelt in front of her made Aria think of a dog. She could almost see her tail waggling. Sonata grabbed either side of Aria’s thighs, then leaned in as Adagio had. She started off with a few wild licks, then pulled back. “Sorry I didn’t get you anything, Aria. I had no idea!”

“Don’t worry about it.” She grabbed her head and brought her close. “Just keep doing that and I’ll forgive you.”

“Mkmm!” Aria could only assume she said okay. With a mouthful of her pussy, she couldn’t be faulted for not hearing it properly.

Sonata took a much different approach to this than Adagio did. While she was calculated and precise, Sonata was a wild animal. Her ability to go from a few licks to a full-on tongue war was impressive. She swiped all along her walls and the roof with reckless abandon. A steady flow of Aria’s juices slid down her chin as she got her back in the mood.

Meanwhile, Adagio had other nefarious plans. She gripped her ass with both hands and used her thumbs to spread her cheeks and get to the goods. Thanks to Sonata’s wildness up front, Aria’s ass winked once every few seconds. Adagio licked her lips, then got to work.

With the flat of her tongue, she swiped along her asshole, feeling Aria shiver up above. After a few more brushes across it, she poked at her ass and broke through. It was much stiffer than her pussy was, and that was already a pretty tight passage. She took pleasure in prying it apart with every inch of tongue she shoved inside.

“You two are so… hmmm.” Aria’s words trailed off into a flighty moan. “Best fucking friends ever.”

The two down below were happy to hear that. So happy, in fact, that they decided to up the ante. Adagio shoved her entire tongue in at once, almost bringing Aria to her knees in one go. Sonata’s savage licking was nothing compared to her new approach. She poked, licked, brushed, nudged, and scraped every inch of Aria’s pussy she could get her tongue on. The two pushed in so far, their chins bumped between her legs.

With a growl of a wild animal, Aria finally caved. She grabbed Sonata’s head with one hand and Adagio’s with the other, pulling them in as far as they could go. Sonata was blessed with a burst of pussy juice sliding straight down her throat. Adagio was treated to a squeeze so tight, it threatened to rip her tongue off. Even though she was cumming, the two didn’t stop their wiggling tongues even for a second. They kept going until they drained everything she had left in her.

But, once the dust finally settled and Aria’s grip on their heads lightened, the two pulled away. Adagio left with a small string of saliva connecting her tongue and Aria’s small gape. Sonata’s face was so wet, it even dripped down and soaked the top part of her shirt.

“Ah, nooooo! This was one of my favorite shirts!” Sonata got to her feet in a split second, looking at the damage Aria’s cum had done to it. She looked up at her with a mean pout. “You cum too much!”

“Sorry?” said Aria with a grin. Reaching for her shorts discarded on the couch, she pulled out another lollipop. “Take this. I know you like blueberry.”

“Hmm… alright.” Sulking, Sonata grabbed the pop, then made her way further into the house and out of sight. After watching her go, Adagio took her seat on the couch again and pulled the laptop over herself.

Once she’d opened it and got back to her workspace, her fingers started to buzz. Ideas flooded her head like she’d opened a dam. She started tapping away, the worlds flowing out of her with ease. She was able to finish two paragraphs in under a minute. The sloppy sex she had the two characters enact seemed so vivid and interesting. It seemed like…

Adagio looked over to Aria, who was lounging and idly watching TV. She smirked, then returned to her writing.

“Thanks, Ari.” Aria turned, her eyebrow raised.

“For what?” Adagio hummed.

“Nothing.”

Author's Note

After-Sex Smoke