Adam is silent

As the occupants of the room fell back from heavenly bliss, all that filled the room were Adam and Asami’s breathing. A balloon was smooched in between their bodies, the Asian on top and the American stuck under. Asami opened her eyes to look at her boyfriend.

“Adam?” she quietly asked. No response. She could feel his shaft softening still in her. Her costume rose her clear off, the balloon rolling away. With proper access, she floated back down to properly check on Adam’s state. Still breathing, his beating heart still thumping… He just fell ****. “Maybe that was way too much for you in one go…” She’d have to break this whole situation tomorrow instead, for now, she left him to sleep.

With a graceful float, she landed next to their bed. A wet towel drifted past her and went in between Adam’s legs, gently cleaning the mess away. Asami hadn’t asked them to do it. At least, not consciously. Maybe a part of her didn’t want him to leave a mess? Did you pick up on an unspoken order or…

“We still have a will of our own, Asami. We can do things you’ve never asked us to do if we believe it’ll either help or be fun in some way.”

Of course, sorry. This is still fairly new.

“No worries. If anything is overwhelming, feel free to speak and we will work it out.”

The wet towel had finished its job and was going back towards the bathroom. She’d need to clean herself as well--

“Initiating takeoff.” That was the only warning she got as her costume rose her an inch from the ground, carrying her effortlessly toward the bedroom. She still felt butterflies in her stomach, expecting a roller coaster drop that never happens, but she began to open up and trust these… things, substances, entities, she wasn’t sure what.

The promise of mind breaking and gravity-defying pleasure ultimately did help in the process, of course.

Once she made it to the bathroom, the shower was already running, the water heating up. Her costume began peeling itself off the moment she was secure on the floor, carrying itself away to be cleaned. The shower itself didn’t take too long, her toiletries assisting her as best they could. It left Asami time to relax.

And all too soon, she was completely clean, the water turning off. She’d have loved to stay longer, but it was getting really late. The glass panel slid open, letting the cooler air invade her confined zone. Two big fluffy towels rapidly followed through, not giving her much chance of feeling cold. They worked together to dry her off rapidly, one under her to stabilize her while the other rubbed everywhere it could. She couldn’t hold giggles when they hit sensitive tickles zones. The hot air dryer made short work of the damp hair, and just like that, she was ready for bed.

Stepping outside, something had changed. “Wait, those bedsheets…”

“...has been changed for a clean set,” interrupted the voice in her head.

“Without waking up Adam?” she continued in a whisper.

“He suspected nothing with the amount of tools we have at our disposition.” The balloons’ ribbons curled upwards to wave at her.

“Fair enough.”

A pair of white cotton panties rubbed against her ankles like a cat. When she looked down at it, both leg holes were wide open, inviting her in. She obliged. Once both steps had been made, it swiftly made its way upwards before snuggly hugging around her butt. Asami sent them a silent thanks.

Finally, she made her way to their bed, Adam tucked under the sheets. She joined him and slowly shifted towards him. With barely a grunt, he unconsciously wrapped his arm around his lover, snuggling closer. “Good night, Adam.” Just like that, the sandman claimed Asami.