"Fuck yes," Sengo urged in Miyabi's ear as she comes, and drops his hips against hers as he continues to thrust, glorying in the spatter of her squirt on his legs, slowly pressing her down until he is grinding her hips against the wet spot, over and over again. Whether Aoi got her hand out of the way or continued to tease was her call, but he shifted his hand, pushing his own fingers into her instead of just rubbing on her. The angle means that Aoi's head is more or less beneath the crook of his armpit, and he doesn't give that a second thought - only chasing his own orgasm, and hers, and another from Miyavi if he can manage it before they maybe have to collapse again & relax an hour, get lunch or something, before going back at it.