moritat | there is always another au

Somehow he feels like he was rude? Should he have said something else, did he make it sound like he doesn't think she's attractive? "Not- not that I don't want to, you know?"

Hude meanwhile shows off his strength by not paying attention to her wishes and lifting her up with him when he stands.

Oh, Paloma knows he's attracted to her. He made that vividly clear the night in the hotel. With the truffles. She's just feeling like this threesome scenario is gonna take a miracle to happen and she's not much of a miracle worker.

She gets halfway through "Yeah, absolutely" and then she's airborne. What erupts from her mouth is more a shrill cackle of fear.

"I'm-fine-I'll-use-my-feet-THANKS," she rambles in a panic, aware of his penchant for devious ploys. Her palms lightly but persistently smack his arms.

Hyde cackles in return, although it's of a much different quality. Henry, having enough of his twin being a shit, takes the shower head and sets it to a harder spray before turning it on Hyde's face. "Let her down, Edward."

To her dismay, Paloma is close enough to the target that he may as well have put her in the splash zone.

She doesn't scream. "Christ!" She does grab onto Hyde's shoulders with all her might in the event that he drops her. Her feet thud and rattle the glass in their kicking. "Gently, though, please!"

He sputters, bending over to let her down, gently as she says. "Fine, fine!!" But really the reason he's complied is to go over to Jekyll and wrench the showerhead from him for the express purpose of tuening it on him instead. Particularly up his nose. Coughing, Jekyll tries to block his face and whines, all too pathetic.

"Knock it off...!"

A clever girl would leave them to it. They're all clean--

--she's used the shampoo on herself but no conditioner, and behind the fighting brothers is the bottle. Paloma chews her lip, thinks about it... decides to take that chance and defuse the tussling at the same time.

"Okay, okay," she inserts herself between Jekyll and Hyde and hopes for the best. A flailing hand blocks the shower stream. "Vengeance is yours, I need that bottle!"

Jekyll is glad to let her, but Hyde thinks they're not done with the showerhead. He lowers it, turns it in Paloma's direction, and goes for the cooch.

Paloma is the first human with the ability to spontaneously levitate.

What springs up must tumble down. Bending with her hands between her legs defensively shoves her butt out against Hyde's pelvis and shoves her face into Jekyll's abdomen, smothering her high screech. She is not gentle.

Jekyll jumps when she falls into him, a little confused about what's even happening until he finally sees where the showers been pointed. "Edward."

But blocking herself and Jekyll's badgering just means he switches target, got that ass wide open now after all........

Yeah, honestly. "EDWARD!"

The blast of (hot, admittedly, it could be cold) water to her puckered starfish wins Hyde a throaty scream. It's indignant, it's shocked-- it ain't happy, he can tell that much. Paloma pivots quick as a wink and flattens her ass into Jekyll where it's safe from sudden streams. Right there on his dick.

She's furious. "You're on thin freaking ice, jerk!"

Jekyll holds tight aeound her despite the ass on his dick (it doesn't help his situation), glaring at his brother. "Christ Edward, grow up!"

Edward's good enough to drop it, but all this shouting at him just makes him want to get his way all the more. Convenient that Paloma's pressed up against Jekyll and therefore it's easy to go in for a kiss.

"MmmmMMMHH," she hollers.

Son of a bitch really and truly goes for a full-on makeout like, two seconds after getting her worked up into an honest shitfit. Provocative, just not in the sense he'd probably like. Paloma pounds on his chest with balled fists, biting down on his tongue unthinking of whether he has a fetish for that, too.

Jekyll's erection continues to be rubbed and ground against.

"UuuUMmmm...!" Poor boy doesn't know what to do.

Hyde yelps, but he immediately starts grinning, "Thanks, but that's more Harry's thing."

Irate, irritated young ladies have no spare moments to take stock of what dicks they're all up on. Jekyll just has to cope with being cradled by her ass cheeks, same as Hyde was.

"Oh, please, like you weren't all teeth last night!" Mortification darkens her face but brightens her eyes. She covers her own nipples-- and gives one of his a harsh twist.

Ddddooon't think about it Jekyll.

"Ah--" he moans long and low, pressing his hips into hers. "I mean, I'm into it, but I'd rather be on the giving end."

Paloma, who has never counted herself a violent person or prone to extended fits, is already simmering down and regretting the outburst. This moment of wavering stubbornness brings clarity of what's going on in all corners.

She latches onto Hyde by the waist, too limp-wristed for actual shoving. The keen awareness of double duty hard dick to her back and front keep her perfectly still. (Not possible with wet skin. Slippery.)

"Henry already said he doesn't want to do this," she tries shakily.

"Then he can leave." He leans down to kiss her, pulling at her lip with his teeth, "But I don't think he really means it."

His brother flushes, trying to back up but finding his back soon against the wall. "Dont put words in my mouth..." But that dick is rock hard.

Now, now she can be coaxed into redirecting her energy into something filthy. Jekyll both feels and hears the soft sound of interest, proof that he and his brother aren't the only ones who enjoy hurting. She helps corner him against the richly painted shower wall by accident, herded in by Hyde.

"I need him to say if he wants to," Paloma says tremulously, flexing a hand over Jekyll's thigh. "Henry, do you want to leave...?" Her hair tickles his chin as she turns halfway, freeing his cock and that of his brother.

"I-" GOD, he doesn't know? He wants to? But it's bad? He's disgusting? "I, guess? I mean, no..." What's he even trying to say here, the point is he wants it.

"You mean you wanna fuck."

There's a sad little nod, utter defeat. Hyde doesn't wait for any more confirmation, he immediately presses against Paloma to kiss her again as he reaches around her to take his brother's dick in his hand.

Alright alright alright

It's happening. Hyde is certainly jacking Jekyll off behind her ass and liplocked with her, dizzying and provoking her. "Hum," she mutters, "if...!" Her lips throb and she snakes out her tongue for a taste of Hyde's.

But Paloma falls bit by bit to hit the tiles on her knees again, wrapping her slender fingers around the shaft of each cock as if she's got a clue what she plans to do.

He said yes but it's all happening pretty fast!!! His eyes grow wider as Paloma sinks lower between them, and he doesn't want to look directly at her doublefisting them, but neither does he want to look at his brother.

For Hyde it couldnt be going better. He reaches out to stroke her hair and toy with it, entirely selfsatisfied.

Giving double head is a hell of a lot more intimidating than the training wheels she had on with Jekyll, in private, before they were interrupted... despite a constant drenching the inside of her mouth feels dry.

She glances up from below, looking crushingly lost. Her eyes go first to Jekyll and keep track of him as she kisses the tip of his cock feather-light and inquisitive. The hand on Hyde squeezes to a slow rhythm she would take to fuck herself.

Oh, he sees how it is, Jekyll gets it first huh. Actually he really doesn't mind, watching Jekyll freak out is almost as good. While Hyde acts the voyeur, Jekyll shuts his eyes to try forgetting he's being watched, by either of them. It's not very easy, but opening them just a little to meet her gaze proves even a little comforting.

Paloma loves to see him watching her, she discovers. She smiles up at him in complete earnest desire to please and prove it isn't just Hyde who claims her attention.

"Someone tell me when I do good," she declares with faked bravado. It's a requirement for the inches of Jekyll's cock she swalliows up-- bobbing on faster for the water helping her glide along its length. She likes the heavy taste, the rigidity of it taking up her mouth; in her distraction she forgets to stroke Hyde at all.

"Always!" How is he supposed to actually tell her??? He's still too self conscious for that level of acknowledgement. But the way he shivers should be some indication.

Hyde almost complains, but decided instead to rock his hips to do it for her, or else remind her he's still here too.

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