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[cagedinflesh]

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[gehennawind]

Nobody held him at gunpoint and forced him not to wear a replacement...

Her sleep is heavier than his apparently was. She doesn't register the tickling, where if she'd been awake it would warrant instant wiggling. What Paloma does is smile faintly, sigh, and murmur unintelligibly. The bed is like a furnace of bodies.

[cagedinflesh]

She said to take it slow, bur he's already decided to ignore it. His nose and lips prod and trail along her cheek, into her hair, while a hand moves between her legs.

He satisfies himself with having a little feel around for a while, but eventually he thinks he'll wake her with a nice oral surprise....

[gehennawind]

To Hyde's credit, Paloma had meant to take the threesome angle of this relationship on a slower schedule, and he's already screwed her once to date. He's lucky.

The slickness and heat in her panties would also suggest he hasn't picked a bad time. Her breath hitches; still, she gets to languish in the throes of a graphic wet dream until what feels electric pulls her into partial wakefulness.

"Mmm..." Paloma remembers what to do, even like this. She tangles into his hair to pet him as good dogs should be pet. "Henry, you got pierced..."

[cagedinflesh]

"Henry?" He laughs against her, giving an extra flick with the stud for good measure. On her other side, Henry rolls over to hook an arm around hers and lay his head against her shoulder.

Although he laughs, it stings a little that it's Henry she's thinking of.

[gehennawind]

Her thighs move sluggishly to settle around his grinning head. Even in a dream it doesn't make sense for "Henry" to parrot his name back to her, or for the cool metal on her clit to feel starkly real. Paloma stirs, Jekyll's hair tickling her cheek, breathing harshly for a woman who's only slept an unbroken sleep.

It takes her a terrifying moment to remember whose ceiling she's staring up at and who's sharing the bed with her. The distress abates, then swells, culminating in a rather restrictive vise around Hyde's face. "Mm-- Edward!"

[cagedinflesh]

He doesn't mind the vise, it means he's doing a good job, he thinks. He wants her to feel the difference that piercing makes, so it's languid strokes without a reply. One brother nestling in against her to sleep peacefully, the other looking to fuck.

[gehennawind]

Paloma is rigid and open-mouthed and afraid of waking up Edward's reasonable half. If she weren't all on fire, if his lips and tongue weren't promising and extracting the thoughts out of her head before they become action, she might've clearly told him, no.

She doesn't dare disentangle from Jekyll and risk his finding out what they're doing in the same bed as him. She's not sure she can trust her own voice, but she whisper-hisses, "Not here, not now!" Oh oh, here comes that edge. Her protest dies in a wave of elation.

[cagedinflesh]

Even though he hears that protest, he doesn't believe it for a second, and so he doesn't even think to stop. Quite the opposite, her reaction tells him to go harder. And to maybe give something else a try, like adding a finger.

"He's a heavy sleeper..."

[gehennawind]

Safe word? What safe word? (She forgot they established a safe word.)

Jekyll's breathing puffs little pockets of air over her bared collar, unresponsive to her needy whine before she claps a hand over her traitor mouth. Her hips twitch up and out; one finger is a start, but how could it be enough to fill her? Her cunt adjusts too quickly after what they'd gotten up to earlier in the evening.

To say more is to risk more. Paloma crosses her ankles over Hyde's back and in a wrathful moment drives her heels into him.

[cagedinflesh]

Is that really wrath, when she's not even wearing heels and he likes it anyway? His moan and rhe shiver running down his spine says no. "You want more...?" He can do that. When he sits up on his knees, hunched over her, she's almost face to face with the head of his cock poking out of his shorts.

And then there's Jekyll.

[gehennawind]

That is probably not what she fucking meant. Not at all, in fact, yet with her skin in flames and the threat of follow-through she neglects to shove him off the bed. Besides; here's Jekyll, innocent and oblivious. His drooping head on her shoulder is the anchor keeping her frozen.

She glares virulently at Hyde's dick peeking at her, then the dick attached to it. Her knees hike up-- wait a minute. "Where are my undies?"

[cagedinflesh]

"Over here." He finds them hanging out near his pillow, snatches them up and so gracefully places them on her tit.

"Don't you want to...?" He can see that she does!

[gehennawind]

Putting the question to her halts her rejection, shutting her mouth. It resettles into a pout; to say no is to be dishonest.

But. But!

"Henry," she whispers nervously. It isn't 'no'. Paloma brushes her panties aside, having established their whereabouts. Her pussy is one wet mass of hungry heat and she wants to think rationally? She huffs tempestuoisly.

[cagedinflesh]

"He's a heavy sleeper, and even if he does wake up, so what?" He can join in if he does. And he's already seen them. Hyde rubs himself against her leg like the dog he is. "C'mon..."

[gehennawind]

She's a weak-spirited slut for good sex and taboo, or otherwise stupid misbehavior. It isn't his courtship of her leg that convinces her to relent. Paloma's just horny enough that her heart would break if nothing and nobody came of it!!

The arm Jekyll isn't monopolizing extends, tugging his cock free impatiently, "Ssh! Slow, go slow..." This is terrible. This is inconsiderate and desperate behavior. But she's really, REALLY going to die if he doesn't stick something in.

[cagedinflesh]

"Are you sure about that?" She doesn't seem like a slow kind of gal. Certainly not after last night. "You're barking up the wrong tree for that."

[gehennawind]

She looks positively thunderous. Her grip strengthens to a dangerous degree, but a short glance at the gently snoozing boy beside her scatters her sleepy temper.

Paloma releases him. She also delicately extricates from Jekyll, but no closer to Hyde. Actually, she's scooting further from them both. "Not on the bed, then!"

[cagedinflesh]

"Not on the bed then," he echoes, as he scoops her up to drag her off to the floor. There's an area rug to cushion her knees when she gets placed in his lap.

[gehennawind]

Her eyes bug out at the sensation of flying. Miraculously, he's not kicked in the face and she only opens her mouth to shriek. No sound emerges, luckily for him and his dick.

The rug is rather cushy. So is his lap, dangerous as that upright joystick is. Her hands circle his elbows for balance, white-knuckled. Their faces hover some inches apart and she knows there's no hiding the neediness, the sheer want in her knit-browed expression.

"Should do this in the bathroom," she whispers, reaching between them to slap his dick over her hooded clit. Dick dick dick.

[cagedinflesh]

"You want to fuck in a washroom? Not like I'm above it or anything but...honesrly that's really only exciting if it's in the shower or somewhere public..." Please receive his critique on bathroom fucking. And keep slappin that dick.

[gehennawind]

No. She stops slappin, thanks, to give him a non-plussed look. The sweaty rich 'punk' is criticizing her choice of location?

Paloma buries her face into his neck, muttering disagreeably. "--It has a door..."

[cagedinflesh]

He'd totally fuck her in the bathroom of a bar. The filthier the better. "You sure are concerned about Jekyll..."

Also don't question his punkness?? He's so punk.

[gehennawind]

A puff of air on his skin comes blasting out of her nostrils.

"You call your brother by his surname?" Paloma is weak, weak, tickling her sensitive parts with the tip of his cock. She refuses to let him impale her.

[cagedinflesh]

Hey, he's enjoying the teasing too... It makes him squirm a little under her in impatience, but that doesn't mean he wants it to end either. "Sometimes, what's so funny? I like Hyde."

[gehennawind]

She plays with his emotions by collapsing suddenly, flattening him beneath her ass. At least he has the heat and the slick line of her pussy to warm him....

Their whispering is undoubtedly risky and indulgent, whatever he says about Henry sleeping like a log.

"Did you change it to seem more punk?" Her lips move on him in a spreading grin.