moritat | there is always another au

Good... boys.

"Thank you," Paloma says in her best sultry voice roughened by choking on cock. It is far simpler to lose her shame and self-respect on the heads of theirs, opening her mouth and enveloping both.

Naturally she can't fit both inside. Their closeness lets her be diligent and leave no one forgotten, nobody ignored as she sucks off the other. It's noisy. It's debauchery. She can't get enough of their heavy weight or the odd taste and even takes pleasure in her jaw's growing soreness. Wrapped around Hyde, she moans.

"She's pretty good huh?" Hyde grins down at Paloma, and again at his brother, who can only nod.

"Paloma - what about you though...?" As much as Jekyll can't deny he likes head, isn't it selfish for them to just stand around and let her do all the work??

She was very ready to punish someone for his condescension. Her teeth prick him in warning but it's Jekyll who saves him from an uncomfortable lesson.

Sliding off of his cock with a wet pop, her lashes only hide a little of the glazed-over look to her eyes. "O-oh. I... yes." But how? Which one?

Por que no los dos?

"Why don't you sit...?" Jekyll takes Paloma's hands to lead her to the seat and kneel before her. It's her turn, but that leaves Hyde standing there. Only one solution, he just has to straddle her lap to kiss and fondle her while Jekyll attends to her...

She feels just like royalty in the time from when he takes a hand to reclining against the steamed tile wall, Jekyll bending to the center of her thighs; Hyde climbing on, muffling the noise his brother invokes at first touch.

It's a strange trap, being under two bodies and pinned yet unwilling to wriggle free. "Shit," she moans. A more guttural sound follows on its heels. Paloma writhes, under Hyde, bucking into Jekyll and digging her nails into both just to hold on.

Jekyll feels something against the top of his head and starts to look up - until he realises it's his twin's sack and determimes to keep his head and eyes down. He does not need to stare into Edward's butthole.

He might not have the advantage of Hyde's piercing, but he's a very eager boy, and clearly likes giving quite a lot. The other one sees fit to occupy his hands with her breasts, tweaking a nipple.

So bizarre, the sense of having four hands on her body roving independently, like a creature or fuck-hungry alien. Paloma couldn't possibly get enough of Jekyll or his fervent tongue or of Hyde, either, kissing and twisting her into knots.

"Heavy..." The one trouble with their positioning. "Edward, heavy?" Her vocabulary has nosedived into primitive duo-syllabic words and little more. She squirms and squirms until he listens, finding the time to caress Jekyll's cheek.

Oh, heavy, sure. It takes him a moment to get it, but finally he sits up, still biting her lip even as he pulls away. When he sits back, it's beside Paloma, facing her, with a leg draped over Jekyll's shoulders. He strokes himself lazily, watching the other two.

Her neck stretches like a gazelle's to follow as long as his teeth have her, collapsing with a gasp on release. She's left alone with nothing to focus on but Jekyll and his devotion to eating her pussy with outstanding vigor.

"I'm," Paloma cuts off whatever she'd been about to say, thrusting her lower half into him in smothering need the closer he brings her to orgasm. She hides her face into the nearest collar, keening and tearing at Jekyll's scalp.

Well, Hyde was going to suggest they move to the bedroom, but it would be a shame to interrupt. Instead he decides to help by paying more attention, leaning over to bite her neck, her ear.

Apparently Jekyll doesn't need to breathe, or else doesn't mind breathing in nothing but pussy, because he doesn't stop flicking his tongue against her clit for a second.

Paloma lets them do as they will because she's preoccupied with riding out wave after wave of rolling, stinging pleasure. It has all the lasting joy of the tide coming in as she comes on the tip of his tongue.

When her legs quit shaking around Jekyll she pets everything of him within reach, whispering awed things like, "You are so good" and "Holy hell."

Even Hyde (who didn't do much but get his dick sucked) wins affectionate caresses down his cheek, his throat.

Wow he totally did things? And he would have done more but he couldn't get in there with Jekyll hogging it? If she'd been standing he'd have eaten her ass.

When Jekyll finally sits back on his shins, he wipes his chin with the heel of his palm. It happens to be a little easier to look her in the eye now, now that he's gone all in and hasn't just stood around getting his dick sucked. It's only a moment before Hyde butts in, sits on his brother's naked lap and pulls Paloma down into his. A better angle for both of them to get kisses.

"Edward!"

She protests automatically at being pulled around willy-nilly, although her landing is soft, spoiled only by the hardness jutting up beside her abdomen. Paloma sighs into his kiss, swept up again in the next moment and kissing Jekyll just as luxuriously, in the unchecked affection she could soak in for days.

Forgetting that she hasn't conditioned as planned, her mouth fixes onto Hyde's neck, grinding into his lap meaningfully.

The reverberation of her grinding rubs Hyde's ass against Jekyll in turn, which is ultimately what makes him pipe up, "I think! We should get out of the shower!" He should get a condom, probably, hell he should have had one already since she had her mouth on his dick! And besides if they're going to keep going, the tile isn't exactly comfortable.

Also he won't be trapped under Hyde then.

"Hmmm, maybe..."

Paloma's head lifts in visible confusion. Her eyes are foggy, distracted...

"Oh," she replies, and slurs a bit, "Yeah. Slippery." They haven't done things in the stall to increase their chances of falling but it is best to avoid the danger. "Plus... Edward weighs a lot." She squirrels backward.

"That too!"

Hyde scoffs, rubbing up against them both, "And yet that's never been a problem for you before..." But he does get up, lifting Paloma with him. He leaves the shower, and the washroom, without bothering with anything like towels, and takes her into the bedroom to toss her on the bed and climb over her. Immediately he sets to kissing her neck, down her body.

Meanwhile Jekyll's left to turn off the shower and follow, with a meek offering of towels if they actually care for it....??

Yep, yep, she's floating once again without any warning whatsoever.

Paloma hardly squawks this time, becoming used to the treatment, but does curse the second she flies and hits the covers completely, hopelessly drenched.

His determination and descent are in no way enough to shut her up. "Crap, Edward, c'mon! I'm soaked and so are you!" She taps her palms to his shoulders in an effort to sidetrack him. "Henry, get him with a towel?" Bigger towel now, that's it.

"It didn't matter a minute ago, what's the difference now?" He grumbles all the more when Jekyll does as he's told, tossing it over Hyde's head before rubbing him down like a dog that got into the mud. "Lay off, dammit!" He sputters and shakes his head trying to get out of his brother's grip and the towel being rubbed against his face and hair.

Her annoyance lasts the span of a breath before the hilarity of Hyde's doggishness shatters it. Paloma laughs outright, a big cackling outburst even as she crosses her arms over her chest beneath him.

"Not your bed, is it?" She grins toothily up into his unhappy face and flips over, scrambling to get a towel for herself.

"Quit it!" Don't laugh at him???? Once he's released, he grabs the towel and knocks Jekyll back to pin it over his face. "How do you like it, huh?" It's his turn to laugh!

"Edward!" He flails under him, trying to find his face to push away.

"You want some too?" Hyde grins at Paloma.

Her eyes widening, she sucks her lower lip in thoughtfully and considers her next move. Leave the boys to it and dry off or save Jekyll from an untimely towel?

"Villain!" Paloma launches across the mattress without an ounce of grace, tripping over wrinkled sheets on the way to snapping the end of her towel directly over Hyde's pasty ass.

Hyde yelps, immediately jumping backward onto his butt. "Jesus!"

While Jekyll doesn't see it, he does hear and can figure out relatively what happened, so of course he has to laugh and beam at Paloma when he pulls the towel from his eyes. "Good work!" She earns a kiss! And then he reaches into his bedside table to find a pair of condoms and try to insist on offering one to Hyde. Who of course, rolls his eyes as he takes it, only to toss it into a corner.

"Fuck no, dumbass." How does he not know him well enough to realise he shouldn't even bother trying???

She quite happily pauses for a kiss in the middle of drying herself for real, smiling stupidly. Her buzzing phone across the room doesn't register, or the missed calls Veronica has made while they get their freak on.

Not finding a better place than the floorboards for a towel, Paloma drops it off the side of the bed and looks up at the ruckus. She frowns from behind that luscious raised ass. "Hey, if we have them around...!"

"Exactly, it's better safe than sorry!" He sighs, but knows there's really no arguing with their little rebel... All he can really do is resign himself to putting his own on.

Hyde leans over him to get at the drawer too, fishing around for lube. "Which way...?" he grins, dangling the tube in front of her.

Her mouth hangs open. It's sunk in what he and (probably) Jekyll are going to do, and how, as in where their dicks are headed. She flushes and experiences a chill simultaneously.

"Uh-umm, um," Paloma sits up, gathering the pieces of her composure together. "God, I don't know. Before yesterday it's been years since I...!"

Nothing and no one has been up her ass in that time.

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