Their chins bump into eachother, but Paloma is their get along shirt. If it was another situation there might be bickering, but luckily they're both intent on their tongues' duties.
It makes Jekyll feel much better about coming in her mouth moments ago, at least they're closer to being even now. So when it's finally safe to let her down, he's shy, but smiling.
She's still seeing spots when they lower her-- gently, hopefully. Fragile goods, handle with care.
Paloma's heart hammers so fast and aggressively she thinks she might pass out, that she's never had an experience so intense in all the years of her life. She may as well droop between the two of them like a wet noodle, for the effort she puts out to do... anything else. Her eyes have been shut for the past minute, and remain shut. "Hoooly shit."
Maybe it's useless by now, but Jekyll still takes a moment to tuck his bits and pieces back into his trunks. Only then can he offer cuddles, while Hyde wraps around her arm and sets his chin on her shoulder from behind.
"I-I thought it was good the last time..." Y'know, when they were penetrating her simultaneously. The night air is incredible, filling her lungs with the sharpness of a chill she doesn't feel. Paloma strokes their heads like good puppies.
Yeah, someone ate out the same hole he came inside, huh?
"Mmmm..." Water's still hot, bubbling, and she's pretty sure her bones are gone. Vanished. "Mmmmhmmm." To whatever he just said, she hums agreement, and sinks deeper into the water in spite of their embrace.
Jekyll is quite sure he could fall asleep on her. But they need to spend every second together while they can. So even though he closes his eyes and lays his head against her chest, he tries to stay very aware. "Well, maybe in a minute..."
Please, please, PLEASE let them stay put for a bit. Her ass, her pussy, her lips ache from the vigorous use they saw, and if she can walk within the next few minutes it’ll be a win.
His shirt somehow survived the ducking. Her tits are well out and exposed, but it clings transparently to her skin. A slight shift draws a moan from her, soft.
“Wish we’d done this every night,” she mumbles in her forthright haze. “Love it...”
Even their bickering is cute, since nobody is going to get their feelings hurt after enjoying a couple orgasms (on average) each-- although, now that she recalls, Hyde is the only one who went once... Twice, if earlier counts, but still.
Her chin moves, brushing her nose across his cheek. "If you wanna go again..." Like, she is exhausted, but if he wants.
She laughs exactly how one expects a sleepy post-coital young woman to laugh, roughly but affectionate. A hand wanders down her body (dodging theirs) to rub a sore spot in her inner thigh.
"Wait, yeah." Tired. Yeah. Consideration is a two-way street. "You went above and beyond, both of you."
Jekyll was a very good boy, too! Not so violent as Hyde, but when is he ever? She insists.
Low in her throat she makes a concerned noise, adjusting to press kisses along Hyde's jawline and stroking Jekyll from ear to chin, leaving nobody untouched. "Do you think I would? Even if we hadn't all, um, slept together?"
"We're all the way over here, you can meet someone else when you're alone for months." As if he has room to talk when he's so loose. But just sex is different. She can fuck someone. But if it's more intimate...
In a luxurious stupor she might be, but Paloma quiets after hearing that. She keeps up the caresses lest they think she's upset at him, or both of them.
"You took the words out of my mouth," she tries to laugh off her distress. "Just because we're very different people. You have time to regret."
Paloma has the leftover shame to at least blush, and hide it against the nearest chest.
"Maybe I'm weird. Maybe I need weird." Her public face, the sham of confidence and persuasion has always felt performative and exhausting. She has never felt up the standard of normality, of existing without questioning the point of everything.
"Sounds Like it." Pet him more pls. He runs his cheek against her, his nose, the side of his head to scrunch up his hair all the more. He is a needy boy, he doesn't care who knows it, just give him attention.
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It makes Jekyll feel much better about coming in her mouth moments ago, at least they're closer to being even now. So when it's finally safe to let her down, he's shy, but smiling.
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Paloma's heart hammers so fast and aggressively she thinks she might pass out, that she's never had an experience so intense in all the years of her life. She may as well droop between the two of them like a wet noodle, for the effort she puts out to do... anything else. Her eyes have been shut for the past minute, and remain shut. "Hoooly shit."
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"I hope that's good...?"
"Fucking- obviously!" How's he so stupid.
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"I-I thought it was good the last time..." Y'know, when they were penetrating her simultaneously. The night air is incredible, filling her lungs with the sharpness of a chill she doesn't feel. Paloma strokes their heads like good puppies.
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"Oh, good!" A very good puppy, excited to have been a good boy. "...Should we go back inside? We'll turn into prunes."
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"Mmmm..." Water's still hot, bubbling, and she's pretty sure her bones are gone. Vanished. "Mmmmhmmm." To whatever he just said, she hums agreement, and sinks deeper into the water in spite of their embrace.
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His shirt somehow survived the ducking. Her tits are well out and exposed, but it clings transparently to her skin. A slight shift draws a moan from her, soft.
“Wish we’d done this every night,” she mumbles in her forthright haze. “Love it...”
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Hyde might. "Yeah, why not? Next time we're together, we'll have to." He grins, rubbing his cheek against her like a dog.
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“Mmm. Probably not. Need to work, get around with boss.”
Her eyes are dropping.
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"...Because it's conspicuous and tiring for normal people, Teddy!"
"What the bell's that supposed to mean?"
"You're abnormal, what else."
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Her chin moves, brushing her nose across his cheek. "If you wanna go again..." Like, she is exhausted, but if he wants.
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"Aren't you tired...?" At least he's a little considerate. "I gotta wait a little..."
"You should take that while you can, he's always needy."
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"Wait, yeah." Tired. Yeah. Consideration is a two-way street. "You went above and beyond, both of you."
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But Jekyll just wants to cuddle. Besides he's not so sure if he did all that much.
"...Besides, we need to make sure you don't forget us." Maybe Hyde's a little sensitive too. Maybe that's why.
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Low in her throat she makes a concerned noise, adjusting to press kisses along Hyde's jawline and stroking Jekyll from ear to chin, leaving nobody untouched. "Do you think I would? Even if we hadn't all, um, slept together?"
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"You took the words out of my mouth," she tries to laugh off her distress. "Just because we're very different people. You have time to regret."
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"...Yeah it's kinda weird you're still around, even."
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"Maybe I'm weird. Maybe I need weird." Her public face, the sham of confidence and persuasion has always felt performative and exhausting. She has never felt up the standard of normality, of existing without questioning the point of everything.
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