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."
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.
His efforts please her, too, providing a line of friction where she's most sensitive. Paloma moans and bites to keep her voice down, about to apologize when she remembers the marks he left down her throat.
"You're still one," she hisses, rutting over the length of his shaft in a rolling motion. She likes it enough to keep doing it, well past the point of teasing for satisfaction.
It's much more satisfying for him, so he's not about to complain...
"I am not! It's not just about blood or a big house, it's the goddamn attitude." He sure doesn't keep his voice down. "It's all bullshit, I can't fucking stand it!"
Volume! Lord no he can't wake Jekyll up, seeing what they're trying to do just feet away from him as he sleeps--
Paloma's movement ceases except to smother him with a frantic kiss, caressing his tongue with hers and some agile twisting. She's too afraid to let him breathe freely for even a moment, and naturally it's her fault for pointing out the hypocrisy of his hatred of the bourgeois; finally she rises onto her knees to position him at her slit.
"You don't believe me..." At least he mumbles it this time. He'd be pouting except that he's finally getting what he wants. "I can't help that my parents were rich and titled, none of it's actually mine, it's all his, and I'd leave the house but-" he cuts himself off to grip her hips and try for more. It that's what he plays it off as, the boy's said too much and he's embarrassed.
Few experiences sweeter than the minute the head of his cock begins that initial push. Not too much of him inside too fast, just the tip spearing her cunt open. She's little. His dick not so.
Paloma vaguely frowns in the middle of enjoying herself, out of worry for the distress she thinks she might hear in his voice. Her palms cup his jaw, panting, searching his eyes. "Don't justify..."
He takes a kiss rather than look her in the eye, no matter how hard she tries. But at least he answers, despite telling him not to. "...We wouldn't see each other anymore." The brothers, that is. Hyde's more sentimental than he might appear.
She wonders if Jekyll knows this is how Hyde truly feels, or if this is one of those things it's easier to tell a virtual stranger. They are mostly strange to each other, aren't they? Mere moments ago they'd clashed.
Now she's sinking over his cock, thighs shaking violently during the slow descent. Her teeth gently catch and release his lip.
"O-oh... aah, you could have, would he really keep it from you?" With a small gasp Paloma shudders around the base of him.
She has the sound mind to muffle her squawk into his collar, partially enraged and other parts delighted. The dildos she's hiding back home don't rudely yank at her when she's riding those.
A second later her teeth skim over him threateningly, at odds with the needy bear hug she throws around Hyde. "Hhhnmm... yesterday. He did!" Arrived after the show with tupperware and mothered him around. "He loves you!"
To her utter lack of surprise, Hyde is stubborn. She has no idea what it's like to grow up with someone always at your side, always loving you. Paloma maybe envies him that.
"Cocky..." As if she'd ditch her date for him! She lifts and drops an inch experimentally, whimpering and cutting it off by dutifully catching his lip between blunt teeth. She releases him only to suffocate them both in kiss after kiss.
Hey he's not saying she'd have done any ditching, just that he'd notice her. But at least she keeps him more or less quiet - not silent, but without words, and we'll muffled. Nothing to muffle his thighs smacking into her ass though.
And nothing for the sneeze that escaped his brother either, no matter how much he tries to and pretends to be asleep.
Paloma can't eliminate the sound of her breathing, its hitches and high upticks when his thickness hammers at the right spot. This is why she let him convince her, didn't refuse him even with Jekyll resting beside them.
Jekyll--
The sneeze breaks her rhythm, all reciprocation of Hyde's thrusting quite literally grinding to a halt. She clutches at him, staring bug-eyed up at the mattress edge. Did he? Is he??
Maybe he did, maybe he is, it's fine! He's not going to interrupt!
It doesn't seem to bother Hyde at all though, if he's even noticed it (he has, but considering Jekyll's already walked in on them, and besides which, they've fucked and had threeways, it's really nothing to be embarrassed about). When she stops, that's what's really distressing. But he doesn't just give up, her ear gets a bite, he insists, unrelenting. "Hey, down here."
A persuasive tactic! Yet insufficient to allay her nerves, especially her shame. Paloma isn't an exhibitionist? Probably? Until now she never thought of it, it has never been in her vocabulary--
She puts a hand over his damp fool mouth, "Ssh!" God. That was one hundred percent a sneeze, meaning...
"Ohmigod." Her skin prickles, her stomach flips and she might really get sick.
"You shush, who cares?" He raises his voice, "do you care, Harry?"
There's a long pause as he debates answering at all, but ultimately, they definitely know he's awake now, so he manages to squeak out, "No, of course not!"
Two days ago Henry Jekyll, classy modern nobility and patron to the exhibition her boss might've killed a man to get approved, gentleman, let Paloma scribble her number on his arm. He hadn't imagined she would sleep with his brother, twice, above his head and then beside him as he's trying to get a good night's rest. With implicit permission, sure. Irrelevant.
She could kill herself to save Veronica the trouble. Nauseated by her selfishness and destructive stupidity, Paloma wheezes dejectedly and falls right off of Edward's lap. Dick. It pops out and she crawls backward on her elbows, working herself up into a real upset; "No no no, I'm sorry!"
Hyde grumbles and curses under his breath, he was so enjoying himself, why did his dumb brother have to go and ruin it by waking up?
"There's no need to apologise!" He pulls the blankets up over his head so she can't see him and so be tempted to sit with him or anything silly like that! Hyde meanwhile crawls forward on his hands and knees to her.
They must not understand, she thinks. She's convinced. Edward may not care whatsoever but Henry either just wants to avoid making a scene or hasn't realized the depths of her depravity. Yes, that must be it. He doesn't get how vapid and heartless she is for behaving in this way.
Paloma keeps the horny younger twin at bay with a foot planted against his chest, upset blossoming into tearful remorse. "Yes there is! This isn't okay and I knew it wasn't okay and you don't have to act like it is," she warbles, "it's not just him!"
Two are required for tango. She wonders if anyone is awake to see her bolt through the outside hall.
"Not just him?" What does she even mean by that, he's pretty sure she hasn't slept with anyone else in the brief time they've courted. It's not like she would have even had the time?
The other one flops against her leg, utterly pathetic, erection pressed against the floor.
"Not just him who's responsible," Paloma is just too happy to elaborate, now ashamed of her inability to keep from dramatics. Not only is she a stupid slut, she's a dumb ho who cries at the drop of a hat, private parts one huge wet ache and her bare foot on the other slut she's blue-balling.
She tugs the hem of Edward's shirt down over the evidence of their short-lived fucking. "I-I gotta sleep somewhere else." Not seeing or thinking very coherently, she climbs to her feet on wobbly legs and can't bear to look at either of them before escaping through their fine, elegant doorway. Pitter-pattering steps retreat along with her, until a distant door clicks open and then shut.
Time to lock herself in and cry more, like idiot sluts should.
Nooo, noooooo, this is not as planned. Jekyll gets up, but before he can manage to follow, Hyde's grabbed his ankle to get his attention and try to beg some relief. Of course, Jekyll is offended by the very idea (at this particular moment), and storms off.
"Paloma?" He knocks at the door once he finds one closed, a tentative, gentle rap. "Are you alright...?"
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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.
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"I changed it because it's a stage name and I don't want to do with pompous fucking aristocrats."
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"You're still one," she hisses, rutting over the length of his shaft in a rolling motion. She likes it enough to keep doing it, well past the point of teasing for satisfaction.
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"I am not! It's not just about blood or a big house, it's the goddamn attitude." He sure doesn't keep his voice down. "It's all bullshit, I can't fucking stand it!"
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Paloma's movement ceases except to smother him with a frantic kiss, caressing his tongue with hers and some agile twisting. She's too afraid to let him breathe freely for even a moment, and naturally it's her fault for pointing out the hypocrisy of his hatred of the bourgeois; finally she rises onto her knees to position him at her slit.
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Paloma vaguely frowns in the middle of enjoying herself, out of worry for the distress she thinks she might hear in his voice. Her palms cup his jaw, panting, searching his eyes. "Don't justify..."
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"Hell, I wouldn't've known about you."
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Now she's sinking over his cock, thighs shaking violently during the slow descent. Her teeth gently catch and release his lip.
"O-oh... aah, you could have, would he really keep it from you?" With a small gasp Paloma shudders around the base of him.
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Frustration makes him ignore the request to go slow and instead pull her hips down, hard.
But it's fine, Jekyll's been awake for a while now...
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A second later her teeth skim over him threateningly, at odds with the needy bear hug she throws around Hyde. "Hhhnmm... yesterday. He did!" Arrived after the show with tupperware and mothered him around. "He loves you!"
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He nudges her to encourage the use of teeth, flicking his tongue across her lip.
"Then again I'd still notice you in the crowd..."
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"Cocky..." As if she'd ditch her date for him! She lifts and drops an inch experimentally, whimpering and cutting it off by dutifully catching his lip between blunt teeth. She releases him only to suffocate them both in kiss after kiss.
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And nothing for the sneeze that escaped his brother either, no matter how much he tries to and pretends to be asleep.
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Jekyll--
The sneeze breaks her rhythm, all reciprocation of Hyde's thrusting quite literally grinding to a halt. She clutches at him, staring bug-eyed up at the mattress edge. Did he? Is he??
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It doesn't seem to bother Hyde at all though, if he's even noticed it (he has, but considering Jekyll's already walked in on them, and besides which, they've fucked and had threeways, it's really nothing to be embarrassed about). When she stops, that's what's really distressing. But he doesn't just give up, her ear gets a bite, he insists, unrelenting. "Hey, down here."
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She puts a hand over his damp fool mouth, "Ssh!" God. That was one hundred percent a sneeze, meaning...
"Ohmigod." Her skin prickles, her stomach flips and she might really get sick.
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There's a long pause as he debates answering at all, but ultimately, they definitely know he's awake now, so he manages to squeak out, "No, of course not!"
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Two days ago Henry Jekyll, classy modern nobility and patron to the exhibition her boss might've killed a man to get approved, gentleman, let Paloma scribble her number on his arm. He hadn't imagined she would sleep with his brother, twice, above his head and then beside him as he's trying to get a good night's rest. With implicit permission, sure. Irrelevant.
She could kill herself to save Veronica the trouble. Nauseated by her selfishness and destructive stupidity, Paloma wheezes dejectedly and falls right off of Edward's lap. Dick. It pops out and she crawls backward on her elbows, working herself up into a real upset; "No no no, I'm sorry!"
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"There's no need to apologise!" He pulls the blankets up over his head so she can't see him and so be tempted to sit with him or anything silly like that! Hyde meanwhile crawls forward on his hands and knees to her.
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Paloma keeps the horny younger twin at bay with a foot planted against his chest, upset blossoming into tearful remorse. "Yes there is! This isn't okay and I knew it wasn't okay and you don't have to act like it is," she warbles, "it's not just him!"
Two are required for tango. She wonders if anyone is awake to see her bolt through the outside hall.
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The other one flops against her leg, utterly pathetic, erection pressed against the floor.
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She tugs the hem of Edward's shirt down over the evidence of their short-lived fucking. "I-I gotta sleep somewhere else." Not seeing or thinking very coherently, she climbs to her feet on wobbly legs and can't bear to look at either of them before escaping through their fine, elegant doorway. Pitter-pattering steps retreat along with her, until a distant door clicks open and then shut.
Time to lock herself in and cry more, like idiot sluts should.
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"Paloma?" He knocks at the door once he finds one closed, a tentative, gentle rap. "Are you alright...?"
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