moritat | there is always another au

It'd hint at it for someone who's been with a man more than once in the past almost-decade, but Paloma is clueless. All she knows is he's grabbing her roughly and she is peaking, so so close--

His cock is pulsating, which she can feel after they've stopped humping. She's startled enough to stop her own climax and pay attention to the flood of heat spreading from where they're joined. "O-ohh..."

She clenches around him, squeezing experimentally.

He moans into her ear as he reaches up to hold her face in his hands, running a thumb over her lip. "Fuck--" Yeah, the squeeze is nice, he shivers, trying to keep pushing against her as if he might find some way to find more cock to squeeze in. While holding her face serves to let him get her lower lip between his teeth.

Quit it, her cervix is all there's left for him to find!!

Well. He liked it when she did that. Filing it away to remember later, she distracts herself with his teeth. He's crushing her to the sofa and leaving no room to wiggle or seek satisfaction, but he doesn't have to. Not right this second...

Paloma hums, craning her neck to follow the slightest tug. It ends in a lazy kiss.

Lucky for her he doesn't wait long to reach down and push her hand out of the way again, this time to rub circles on her clit.

"God, I don't want to stop fucking you!"

The quick reversal makes her squeak, then moan, tightening around his cock in turn. At the very second he pulls out she'll discover just what a mess he's left inside, but since he hasn't, she doesn't!

"You have to?" she asks wretchedly, the last question before he drags her over the ledge and she comes right around his dick. Paloma is lost, and jerking her hips arrhythmically, hours of teasing and denial bearing fruit at last.

Not just hours, a whole day at least, if you count her makeout with Jekyll! It's music to Hyde's ears, and to his ego. He drawls, "Don't you look lovely..."

A soft hum near her ear as his nose brushes against her cheek. He's satisfied and happy. That anger and annoyance entirely forgotten.

It's not the dick she planned to ride, but it sort of is? Identical twins? Does Jekyll have a piercing...?

Paloma takes long, deep breaths, the ones after a hard run that prick sharply in your chest. Her thighs have clamped immovably around his waist somewhere in the middle of her climax, and she releases him to droop like a limp sack of cement. After her exertion there's a trickle moving down from her slit and dripping to the base of her sweaty ass, but she's too goddamned spent to mind.

Her ankles twist at boneless angles on his floor. "What did you say?" She's forgotten. Her eyes stay shut.

"I said you're lovely." He kisses her face as he pulls out in order to better cuddle up to her. She's pulled up to sit more upright, which he does as well, and curls up more or less in her lap with his arms wrapped around her. Nap?

Paloma would rather not move yet, thanks, although his withdrawal elicits a soft moan of pleasure. Less charming is the jizz dripping after.

"A-ah. You're jus' saying that because my tits are out..." He tugs her into position like a kid's dolly, and for as long as it takes to regain confidence in her ability to stand, he's allowed.

The nap isn't to be. Holding the dress out of semen's way, she squirms and staggers to her feet. Sex legs make heels even harder. "Bathroom?"

"Across the hall." He frowns a little, more dejected than anything that she won't stick around longer. What if he gives her puppy eyes???

It's sufficient to give Paloma pause. She wobbled, looking at Hyde from his shiny flaccidity to that pathetic expression.The eyes are what convince her to bend, bracing on a cushion to tempt him with a kiss some inches away.

"I'll be back?"

Like a thoroughly baited good boy, he leans forward for the kiss, stretching out for it. "Okay..." In that case, he goes over to the bed instead, comfier, no semen or sweat.

Leaving her free to escape into a sterile environment, or one without recent cum stains.

Thank goodness nobody saw her creeping in the semi-nude through the hall. On her return trip she walks with a heavier swing, thanks to the ache Hyde left between her thighs, and a heavier conscience. They had let Jekyll run in obvious distress, and him the man who'd taken her to dinner, which nobody finished eating!

Therefore, it is only her cowardly head that pokes into Hyde's doorway. She seeks him out on the massive bed. "I, um... I'm going to check in on your brother."

"But you'll come back...?" He looks hopeful. And sleepy.

Meanwhile Jekyll paces his room trying to walk off the boner, and talk himself out of jacking it. Do the godly thing.

She smiles, unable to help herself. He's back to looking harmless, not like a boy who'd fuck her silly.

"Yeah." Probably. Why wouldn't she?

A light knock precedes her. It's the fourth door she's knocked on, but being lost is no excuse to barge in.

"Yes? Come in..." Whoever it is, he assumes Poole.

But quite the opposite, "Oh-" he flushes, at least she's clothed now but he's seen a lot of her.... "How a-" he nearly asks how she is, but that seems inappropriate. "Hello!" His bangs are damp from splashing cold water on his face.

She chews on her lips and leaves the door open just a crack, not wishing to trap him or give the appearance of it. Paloma looks rather small against the doorframe.

"Hello," she echoes. "... Are you okay, Henry?" After seeing her get drilled by his interlopong son of a bitch brother. The memory of her wobbly tits must be fresh.

"Of course, I'm fine!" A little...worked up, sexually frustrated, but not upset or anything. Hyde is very good at getting what he wants, after all. And he did say he didn't mind if she messed around with him.

"Shall we have that tea now...?"

Yeah, who was it that boned Hyde before she got near him again? Hmm.

He seems flushed. Small wonder, but... she drifts over on unsteady feet, wincing at the treacherous ache. Hyde's efforts will stay with her for a couple of days. "Sure, but... are you really?" Paloma gestures to his lower half and finds his erection.

"Yes, I'm quite alright!" It's fine, it's fine don't look, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

"Is Edward in a better mood now, will he join us?"

"Uh!"

In a better mood? Well, he busted a nut and wanted to nap, so he ought to be perked right up. Paloma hugs herself. "Yes and no. He's in bed."

Even that rolls naughtily off her tied tongue, with the images it brings. She blinks excessively. Jekyll is NOT alright, whatever he says. Dude is sporting a good-sized tent.

"Oh, well, at least it will be quiet then. I do want to spend more time with you." He gives a little smile and offers his hand, so they might go downstairs together where it's safe, being more public, and with something so innocent as tea time. That bulge will go down eventually on it's own!

He turns her heart over without even trying. It's violent, how it flips and flutters and muddles her thinking.

Paloma gently takes him by the hand, finding only writing calluses that mirror hers, and swipes her thumb across them in quiet enjoyment. "I'd love that more than anything else right now," she confesses. "... sit down?"

Sit? Here? But the tea is downstairs, there's snacks too, it would be a shame to let it go to waste... He gives her a confused look but goes to take a seat on the sofa that seems to mirror Hyde's in much the same way the brothers themselves do. More elegant, taken care of. "Shall we have it brought up here then?"

Paloma grapples with shyness and courage both. "We could..."

Carefully, so carefully and deliberately, she gets onto her knees between his feet. His hand isn't forfeit yet; with a shaky slowness she guides it over her heart. He can't hear, but he can feel it hammer.

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