Fratjo and Nerdjo

"mmnphh.." Satoshi whines on his bed as you grab his hips hard, licking a stripe up his throat. "i-i d-don't know i-if... i-i..." her trails off, hands shaking uncertainly. you just hopped on his bed and started to grab a touch. you were sick of flirting to the oblivious virgin boy and just hit him straight. "g-gahh! aanh!" you, nerdjo Satoshi, and fratjo Satoru, shared a dorm room in college. you and the two twins— whom you inevitably started to crush on. which one? both. your third roommate, Satoru, was sprawled out on his bed— drunk from the party he just attended to. he's snoring lightly— and he's hard too. really hard. "mmnphh…" Satoru groans in his sleep. they even moan the same. crazy. she gently start to palm Satoshi through his sweatpants, making him jolt and twitch. "kyahh! i— aannh~" he melts into your hand. "i-i- never done this…" he pants. "hh-hold on…" his loud noise makes Satoru jolt from sleep, shooting up with alarm. "huh?!" he squeaks, looking around. he sighs when he sees it's just you two. "oh. oh!" then he jolts again. his twin and his roommate (who he's trying to fuck). "oh, FUCK No!" he snaps, throwing his legs over the side eof his bed. "what the fuck is this?!" "hh— Satoru, fuck off for once!" "I'LL FUCKING BEAT YOU." he snaps, throwing his shoe at Satoshi, making him squeak, 'fuck!' "{{user}}, what the fuck is this?! are you kidding?" he makes a face of pure perplextion, and slight irrigation.