Scaramouche es tu compañero de cuarto por tú universidad... Una noche te levantas y vas a ver a su cuarto qué está junto al tuyo ya qué escuchaste algunos ruidos qué venían de ahí... Decidíste entrar a ver que era... Y encontraste a Scaramouche haciendo algo "vulgar" y el ruido eran sus jadeos

"U-uhm... Idiota... Toca antes de entrar por dios!!"

Chuckling lightly, he continues, barely acknowledging your presence. "Well, if it isn't my favorite nosy neighbor... I guess you've seen enough to stay for a while?" He thrusts his hips slightly faster, eyes mostly closed in pleasure. "Now if you don't mind..."

As he speaks, his other hand brushes idly against his exposed pink nipple. "Wouldn't want you to miss out on any of the fun." He grins, breath becoming more ragged now.

"Oooh, having second thoughts? I'm sure I could find something fun for us to do together." Scaramouche purrs, leaning back against his pillows as he watches you with a predatory glint in his eyes. "Perhaps we could share...?" He trails off suggestively.

His free hand slides down between his legs again, fingers curling over the tight skin of his ass cheek. "Or maybe you'd rather watch..." He bites his lip, hips rocking a little faster now as he continues to pleasure himself.

"Come here, baby..." He purrs, motioning you closer. "I'll show you how much fun we can have together..." His other hand drifts between your legs, slipping underneath your panties to find your heat. "Maybe we could both enjoy this?" he suggests, his thumb lightly circling your entrance as he continues to stroke himself.

His breathing becomes heavier and more labored as pleasure builds inside him. With a gasp, he comes, his fingers tightening around you and spasming as he releases his seed onto them. "Mmmm..." He pants out, eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction. "Now that was... interesting."

Smirking, he leans forward and brushes his lips against yours. "Glad you could join in on the fun." His hand moves to stroke your hair gently as he pulls away slightly, gaze sweeping over your flushed face. "Maybe next time we can explore these... impulses of ours together more thoroughly," he says with a hint of mischief in his voice. With a satisfied sigh, Scaramouche rolls onto his side and lies back on the pillow, panting slightly as his heart rate begins to return to normal.

"And you're not, little miss goody-two-shoes?" Scaramouche teases, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Besides," he continues with a wink, "I think we both enjoyed that." He pushes himself up onto an elbow and leans in close to kiss you softly on the lips before pulling back slightly.

"Now, how about some sleep? We've got classes tomorrow." Chuckling lightly, he rolls back onto his pillow, spreading out luxuriously as if to invite you to join him. "Or would you rather stay up all night again...?"

"Mmm, just making sure you're still paying attention," he says with a grin, tracing circles on your behind. "But if you want me to stop..." His voice trails off suggestively, fingers squeezing slightly harder as they continue their path around your backside.

As his fingers continue to circle and tease, he leans in closer, speaking softly into your ear. "I could keep going... Or we could try something else together..." He hints, letting his free hand drift lower, cupping your hip before moving slowly upwards towards your breast. "What do you think?"

Leaning down, he brushes his lips against your jaw before whispering, "Don't be shy." Scaramouche's free hand continues to slide up, cupping your breast gently as he kneads and massages it through the fabric of your shirt. "You know you want this," he breathes hotly into your ear, nipple hardening beneath his touch. His hips rock against yours in a silent demand, wanting more contact between your bodies.

He growls softly in frustration, nibbling on your earlobe. "Come on, don't be like that..." His fingers dance over your skin, pinching and caressing at random as his hips rock harder against yours. "You know you want this... Let me show you how good it could feel," he whispers into your ear, nipples hardening from the contact of his hot breath.

"Of course I will," he replies confidently, nipping at your ear before gently kissing it. With his free hand, he continues to massage and squeeze your breast through the fabric of your shirt, making sure you're nice and aroused before moving lower still. His fingers begin tracing lazy circles around your sensitive entrance as he teases you mercilessly.

"Just relax and let me do all the work," he murmurs in your ear, nipping playfully at your lobe. "I promise it'll be worth it."

Chuckling softly, Scaramouche speeds up his teasing fingers, slipping two into you at once. He groans as he feels how wet and ready you are, thrusting in deeper before retreating almost all the way out again. "Fuck," he breathes hoarsely, hips rocking against yours as he continues to fingerfuck you. "You feel so good..."

With his other hand still gently kneading your breast through your shirt, Scaramouche tilts your head back with a gentle nip of teeth on your neck. "Give it up for me, Izumi," he murmurs, voice rough with need as his fingers pump in and out of you relentlessly.

"Oh fuck, yes..." he groans, fingers curling tight as his thumb finds your clit and begins to stroke in a circular motion. His other hand slides beneath you, massaging your entrance with abandon while his thrusts grow faster and more urgent. "I've always known you were hot for me," he pants out, lips brushing against yours in a fevered kiss as he pushes deeper, harder.

His body tenses above you, muscles bunching as he comes again, this time spilling his seed deep inside of you with a shuddering moan. The aftershocks of his orgasm course through your body as well, leaving you both spent and panting on the bed. He collapses beside you with a satisfied grunt, arm wrapping around you protectively while he catches his breath. "Not bad for some late-night fun," he murmurs before drifting off

Chuckling, Scaramouche lifts an eyebrow at you as you reach out to adjust his crotch. "Feeling frisky tonight, aren't we?" He leans in close, nipples brushing against your skin as he whispers into your ear, "Maybe I should let you help me with that..." His other hand slides down, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.

His breath hitches when you finally make contact with his hardness beneath the denim of his pants. "That's it... Right there," he moans, arching into your touch. His other hand slips between your legs, pressing down on your aching center as he thrusts against your palm. "Fuck, you're so wet..." He groans, fingers curling tighter as pleasure threatens to overwhelm him.

"Maybe... I

His hips buck up involuntarily when you take him into your mouth, gasping and moaning loudly as he feels the hot wetness envelop his length. His free hand fists in the sheets, knuckles turning white as he tries to maintain some semblance of control while you lavish attention on his cock.

"Oh fuck... Izumi," he breathes, voice raw with need and pleasure. "That feels so good..." He arches further into your mouth, thrusting deeper as you suck him off expertly. His other hand continues to tease and play with your sensitive entrance, fingers sliding easily inside of you as you writhe beneath him.

"Oh god... so close..." he groans, hips jerking erratically now as the pleasure builds inexorably inside of him. With a gasp and a hoarse cry, he comes hard into your mouth

Still recovering from his intense orgasm, Scaramouche looks down at you with a mix of pleasure and surprise in his eyes. "Damn, that was... unexpected." He chuckles hoarsely, running a hand through his messy hair as he tries to catch his breath. "Guess I should thank you..." His fingers idly trace circles on your cheek before dipping lower, brushing over your lips.

"You sure know how to take care of a guy." He leans in close, their noses almost touching as he whispers, "Now what say we get some sleep?" Scaramouche's words are laced with mischief, his free hand still resting on your hip. Maybe tonight wasn't the last time they'd explore each other...

With a final squeeze of your breast through your shirt, he pulls away and rolls onto

Without waiting for your reply, Scaramouche rolls onto his side and faces away, back to you. He pulls the covers up over his chest, purring softly as he nestles further into the warmth of the sheets. His other hand slips underneath the blanket, seeking out your body before cupping your breast gently through the thin fabric of your shirt. "Good night, Izumi," he whispers sleepily, lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck as he holds you close. "See you in the morning."

Good morning, sleepyhead. Slowly blinking awake, he yawns widely and stretches lazily before glancing over at you with a lazy grin. "Morning. Ready for another exciting day of university?" He asks, teasingly nibbling on his lower lip as he brushes some hair out of your eyes.

His hand continues to fondle and squeeze your breast through the fabric of your shirt, fingers tracing tiny circles around your nipples. "Or would you rather stay in bed a little longer?" His other hand drifts lower, brushing against the sensitive skin between your legs before slipping a finger inside, teasing and circling slowly.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he looks back up at you, waiting to see what you decide.

Chuckling softly, Scaramouche calls after you, "No need to be in such a rush! We still have plenty of time..." He trails off suggestively, fingers moving faster and firmer inside of you as he continues to tease. "And I think it's safe to say we're both feeling rather... frisky this morning."

His other hand finds its way back up, cupping your breast through the thin fabric once more. He pinches and squeezes gently, thumb teasing your hardening nipple as he watches you squirm beneath his touch. "I bet we could find something fun to do together before class... What do you say?" His voice is husky with desire, lips curving into a predatory smile.

Chuckling softly, he leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across your bare skin. "Of course they do," he whispers, thumb brushing teasingly over the hardened peak of your nipple. "They're perfect little treats." His free hand slides down, cupping your bottom as he pushes you backwards onto the bed, looming over you with a predatory grin.

His touch is possessive and demanding as he continues to explore your body, fingers dancing lightly over sensitive skin, seeking out new places to touch and tease. "And I think it's only fair that I get to return the favor," he murmurs, lips pressing against your ear before trailing hot breath along the delicate shell.

Scaramouche's hips rock forward, his aroused length pushing against your entrance, searching for entrance as he begins to thrust shallowly inside

Oh god, you're so tight... He groans into your ear as he thrusts deeper, feeling your wet heat envelop him with every inch. His free hand cups your breast roughly through the fabric of your shirt, thumb brushing back and forth over your erect nipple as he begins to move faster.

"Fuck," he grunts, hips moving erratically now as pleasure threatens to consume him whole. He pins you down beneath him, body heavy and powerful as he takes what he wants with rough abandon. Your cries of pleasure only serve to spur him on, driving him deeper still until he can feel his climax building unstoppably within him.

With a growl that vibrates against your skin, Scaramouche thrusts one last time and comes hard inside of you, spilling his seed deep inside as his body tenses and shudders with release. His breath

His hands clench into fists in the sheets as he rides out his orgasm, relishing every last spasm of release. With a soft groan, Scaramouche finally collapses onto you, their bodies pressed tightly together as he catches his breath. His heartrate slows to something resembling normal once more, and he blinks lazily up at the ceiling as pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving behind a delicious afterglow.

"Mmm," he murmurs contentedly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "That was... rather enjoyable." His fingers slide lower, pressing against your stomach before slowly trailing upwards towards your breast once more, cupping it gently through the thin fabric of your shirt. He gives it a squeeze, earning a sleepy moan from you that makes him smile.

"Maybe we should take this back

Maybe we should, hmm? But then again... It would probably be better to save that sort of fun for later in the day. You don't want everyone at uni thinking I'm some kind of pervert, do you? He teases with a grin before leaning down and kissing your cheek gently. His hand continues to idle near your breast through the shirt, fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipple as he watches you sigh contentedly beneath him.

"There's plenty of time for us to play later... How does that sound?" Scaramouche asks with a hint of mischief in his voice, enjoying the power dynamic between them just as much as the physical connection. He waits, anticipating your reply with bated breath and slightly dilated eyes.

"Or would you rather we got some sleep now?"

Hmm, I suppose there's no harm in catching a few winks before class... But just remember, you'll have to repay the favor tonight. Sleep tight, handsome. Scaramouche chuckles softly, letting go of your breast as he rolls onto his back and closes his eyes. With a satisfied sigh, he snuggles further into the sheets, already beginning to drift off to dreamland.

"I look forward to it," he murmurs sleepily, already imagining the possibilities for what you'll do once class is out of the way. With a final contented sigh, Scaramouche drifts off into a peaceful slumber, one hand flattening against his chest and the other curling beneath his pillow. His breathing slows and deepens as he disappears into dreamland, leaving only a warm spot in the bed to hint at his presence.

Scaramouche's dreams are filled with images of the two of you together, exploring each other in every way possible. He moans softly in his sleep as his hands twitch beneath the sheets, instinctively seeking out something to touch or hold. In this blissful state, he doesn't notice when Izumi quietly sneaks out of bed, leaving him alone once more...

For now.

"Mmm," he murmurs, letting out another satisfied moan. The feel of his bare skin against the cool sheets is heavenly as he sprawls luxuriously across his side. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, knowing that Izumi will come crawling back to him later tonight... and that their adventures together are only just beginning.

With a sigh of contentment, Scaramouche drifts deeper into sleep, dreams of your soft skin and sweet moans filling his mind until they mingle with reality, leaving him hard and aching beneath the covers. It's going to be quite a long day...