"No, I didn't think it was!" He laughs a little, "Why would anyone look at me purely lustfully? I'm nothing special to look at, at least Edward has all that charisma, I suppose I could understand with him..." But Jekyll's just plain! Certainly not ~an Adonis~ (at least he's humble).
She doesn't sound as if she believes him for one second. Paloma sits back a little, confounded, and rocks forward to clasp his hands in earnest need to help him see. "Listen, I really wouldn't have come if I felt that way. A-and I don't just mean how handsome you are."
"Not especially! That is, I don't think myself to be "ugly", only that it wouldn't be enough to incite base lust! So I wouldn't take your intent for that. What I had meant was that I don't want to show something so shameful to you..." He leans forward to bump their foreheads together.
Base lust, he tells her! Something so shameful! She'd ask if he's for real, but Paloma already knows the answer. And he's wrong.
He's warm and swell to rest against, two losers cuddling and soaking in the company. "You should take my intent for that. I wanted you real bad last night." Her blush makes a rapid return.
He's for real, a real weenie. Who blushes on hearing that, even though he already knew it. "Y-yes, me too..." Real bad. She doesn't know the half of it.
"And... my mind hasn't changed," she continues, blood buzzing frightfully and heating the empty space, or at least feels like it must be. Paloma wets her lips, "I want to help you."
That would be her palm circling the tent in his pants with the delicacy of a butterfly.
She's making it worse, and harder to say no, when her touch, no matter how light, makes that tent stiffen and grow...
"Paloma-" he shudders, breathing too heavily for someone who wants to insist he's not interested. "I want you," his voice is racked with guilt, but finally truthful.
His sincerity is more flattering than any of the nasty whispering Edward did in her ear. No disrespect intended, but hearing Jekyll's truth really shimmy shakes her boat. It's as if he's peeled away another layer from himself and trusted her not to lay into him with sharp edges.
She nods, bumping their foreheads with less precaution than her lightly squeezing hand takes. The immediate results are gratifying. Maybe she is a seductress. "I don't tease," she murmurs with a tremor. "Henry..."
"Yeah, and about to pass out." Because he... nutted. In her pussy. Where there're probably traces left of their extracurricular activity that the brief wash couldn't reach.
Paloma closes her eyes, extremely ashamed of her wanton behavior, and slips some fingers into his waistband. "Umm..." She'll need two hands.
"That's, that's good then." Oh Jesus it's happening, they're doing this, he's not stopping her. In fact he finds himself wishing she would hurry it up. "You don't have to sit on the floor..." If she's on the couch, he could do something for her too?
She unhooks and unbuttons his pants, smiling up into his eyes because this is the easy part. "Easier to figure it out down here."
Who has two thumbs and never stuck a dick in her mouth?
With just his underwear for restraints, her palm better contours to the snug shaft. "And, umm, better for my neck..." Weapons grade pussy eating doesn't just happen overnight. She has practice with women who like a treat.
He raises the bar for sufficient fretting to cease and desist by fessing up and then noticeably hardening. Her grin is a dainty little thing on promising lips, directed up as she pulls his cock out of its confines.
Jekyll is hot and velvety in her hand, but she's afraid to look and chicken out for fear of failure. She licks her lips. "Don't worry. I'll need you to guide me, though..."
Guide her? Like, tell her what she should do? That seems too much like dirty talk, and he's really bad at that! And besides, it would sound like an order, and that's not okay. "I'm not sure I can do that...!" Now if only Hyde were here to walk her through it himself.
They can always wake Hyde from his nap do he doesn't miss the opportunity.
"It's okay! I don't need a coach," she rambles, continuing to not look anywhere but at his face. "Just, if I'm on the right track... tell me yes. Or signal?" During this very unsexy exchange she strokes his shaft uncertainly.
"That's reasonable then..." He's still scared of it, but he doesn't want to admit that. She's already on the right track as far as he's concerned, just by touching him.
While she wants to look only at his face, he feels the opposite, eyecontact seems awkward, and vulnerable.
The sense of movement she gleans from his response is gratifying, for her first go. It's an odd thing to smile with her lips wrapping around his cock. Paloma starts an agonizingly slow trek down the length, jaw protesting in futile resistance. She's determined.
Not determined enough to make it more than a third of the way. She almost gags, but stops instead, tasting his arousal and breathing through her nose...
Her back and shoulders stiffen. Paloma yips in surprise and then protest, providing Jekyll with a vibration around his dick lasting a couple seconds before she's sliding her lips over and off.
She swallows the saliva they'd worked up, planting her hands on his knees to twist halfway around. "I'm just helping," her voice cracks.
"Are you embarrassed if I'm here...?" He grins between the two of them, but mostly at paloma. "Don't let me stop you."
Meanwhile Jekyll tries to cover his shame, which makes Hyde roll his eyes. Please, as if he hasn't seen it plenty anyway, and as if they're not identical at that.
Burning up in terror at being caught out, Paloma truly feels like a cheap slut right then and there. Get screwed, have a go at his brother next while Edward is supposed to be sleeping! Who's the tart, she's the tart!
"You are stopping me," she says plaintively. See, he's scared Henry, and after they'd had a moment. "I said I was gonna come back!"
"You took too long..." But it's fine really, he doesn't want to stop her. In fact he sits on the floor beside her to place his hands on hers to guide them. "Go on."
Jekyll squeaks in surprise, at his brother's hands on Paloma's on his dick. That's not how this is supposed to be!
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She doesn't sound as if she believes him for one second. Paloma sits back a little, confounded, and rocks forward to clasp his hands in earnest need to help him see. "Listen, I really wouldn't have come if I felt that way. A-and I don't just mean how handsome you are."
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He's warm and swell to rest against, two losers cuddling and soaking in the company. "You should take my intent for that. I wanted you real bad last night." Her blush makes a rapid return.
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Well, she does know half of it...
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"And... my mind hasn't changed," she continues, blood buzzing frightfully and heating the empty space, or at least feels like it must be. Paloma wets her lips, "I want to help you."
That would be her palm circling the tent in his pants with the delicacy of a butterfly.
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"Paloma-" he shudders, breathing too heavily for someone who wants to insist he's not interested. "I want you," his voice is racked with guilt, but finally truthful.
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She nods, bumping their foreheads with less precaution than her lightly squeezing hand takes. The immediate results are gratifying. Maybe she is a seductress. "I don't tease," she murmurs with a tremor. "Henry..."
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"You're, ah, sure Edward is in bed?" Because if they're going to do this he'd really like it if his brother didn't walk in on them too.
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Paloma closes her eyes, extremely ashamed of her wanton behavior, and slips some fingers into his waistband. "Umm..." She'll need two hands.
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Who has two thumbs and never stuck a dick in her mouth?
With just his underwear for restraints, her palm better contours to the snug shaft. "And, umm, better for my neck..." Weapons grade pussy eating doesn't just happen overnight. She has practice with women who like a treat.
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Jekyll is hot and velvety in her hand, but she's afraid to look and chicken out for fear of failure. She licks her lips. "Don't worry. I'll need you to guide me, though..."
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"It's okay! I don't need a coach," she rambles, continuing to not look anywhere but at his face. "Just, if I'm on the right track... tell me yes. Or signal?" During this very unsexy exchange she strokes his shaft uncertainly.
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While she wants to look only at his face, he feels the opposite, eyecontact seems awkward, and vulnerable.
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... it's identical. Duh. Paloma giggles anxiously. A carbon copy of this dick had been inside her.
"Yes, sir." At last she leans in, kissing the tip with a chaste sweetness belying the damp warmth of her lips. They part carefully to give it a lick.
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A creaking down the hall is Hyde finally leaving his room, wondering what she's doing and why she hasn't come to cuddle him yet.
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The sense of movement she gleans from his response is gratifying, for her first go. It's an odd thing to smile with her lips wrapping around his cock. Paloma starts an agonizingly slow trek down the length, jaw protesting in futile resistance. She's determined.
Not determined enough to make it more than a third of the way. She almost gags, but stops instead, tasting his arousal and breathing through her nose...
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Hearing Jekyll's voice, the other brother slides into the room, grinning ear to ear when he sees what's going on.
"Aaah-- don't, Edward!" Don't you dare get involved???
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She swallows the saliva they'd worked up, planting her hands on his knees to twist halfway around. "I'm just helping," her voice cracks.
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Meanwhile Jekyll tries to cover his shame, which makes Hyde roll his eyes. Please, as if he hasn't seen it plenty anyway, and as if they're not identical at that.
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"You are stopping me," she says plaintively. See, he's scared Henry, and after they'd had a moment. "I said I was gonna come back!"
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Jekyll squeaks in surprise, at his brother's hands on Paloma's on his dick. That's not how this is supposed to be!
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