moritat | there is always another au

Laying her cheek against him allows Paloma to frown sternly at his obnoxious twin. Bully!!

"I hope I'm his friend, too!" The kind of friend whose breasts are two large and rather soft lumps of heat against his front. The kind of friend who's accepted him into her ass. That kind.

"Yeah, I was including us." Meaning no other friends...... Jekyll huffs at that cruel lie.

"We might not spend a lot of time together these days but we all have demanding work hours, and I have a demanding brother on top of it!" It's the best he can do to push back. A little too plainly true to be very mean.

Hyde will have a hell of a time arguing the point of his being a demanding personality, and a personality trait they aren't trying to crush besides. She laughs slightly in a whuff of air passing over Jekyll's neck.

"I like how different you two are, even if people expect you to be the same."

They clearly couldn't be happier. Jekyll's a little more subtle about it, but Hyde beams in pride. "I think we've worked pretty hard at that... Although really we are almost the same, huh?" He leans over to give Hyde a small smile.

"Speak for yourself." Yeah, they are.

Paloma sadly misses their wholesale happiness, tucked into Jekyll like she is. The significance of what she's said will have to hit her another day.

“Mmhmm? A doctor and a musician. Well... there’s stranger.” Caught up in whimsy and waiting for the water to heat and bubble, warmest nestled beside a bigger body and soaking affection up like—

Like they’ll say goodbye very soon.

Hyde tests the water and tentatively steps in, while Jekyll's happy to stand there despite the cold. "I dont mean that, I guess it's a bit difficult to describe... It's personality, or maybe thought is a better way to put it...?" Since he means traits they choose not to show out of shame and to make themselves stand apart from one another.

Hyde is in the proper spirit of hot tubbing while his brother and sort-of-girlfriend are hugging it out, unwilling to part and take the time to join him until badgered.

"Because you've always had that one person in your corner to trust?"

Sounds magical. She hurts, wanting it so bad.

"Mm, that's true too but what I mean is...there's a lot I can't show, outwardly. That would be more like Edward. And I think the reverse is true too, really only the two of us ever see it." He's nasty too, deep down! And Ed's a soft boy acting out.

Hyde grumps, but keeps his mouth shut, anyway. He'd try to deny it if Paloma didn't know better. "You guys gonna just stand there forever?"

Paloma somberly absorbs the confession, tucking it away for later puzzling.

"No! We're coming, just..."

She shifts in a half-circle within Jekyll's embrace, craning her neck to look directly into his eyes for a brief moment of longing. "I wish I could see more of what you meant, but having just a week, it, it isn't enough? I- I want to know more."

Her face feels hot. Too much?

Not at all! He blushes a little despite shaking his head. "You might have, a bit." You know, between the sexual tension and actual fucking.

"Hurry uuuuup." Hyde doesn't want to sit around talking about their feelings???? Fuck off. "He just wishes he wasn't such a goody two shoes, It's nothing special."

Jekyll purses his lips a bit at that comment but it's essentially correct, so he can't argue. A hand on Paloma's back presses in just a little to suggest they go.

She might have thought a thing or two about the unresolved tension these past several days and wanting very badly to... resolve that. Repeatedly. More than they did. Hyde's car fuck was truly an appetizer, as he said.

"Um! Coming!" That light touch scoots her with the momentum of a nervous squirrel, sparing a wistful and private wish for the matching underwear set she'd specifically bought for their last hours together.

One dainty foot in at a time, until she submerges with respect to the intense heat of the bubbling water. An enormous sigh leaves her. "Ah. Yeah. Nobody is." Being a goody two shoes all of the time? Not possible. Everyone slips.

"Harry sure isn't!" Hyde laughs, but Jekyll turns bright red the moment he steps into the water because of it. He'll just try to pass it off as the heat from the hot tub! It's fine!

"Well, no one's perfect..." Most people don't do incest, for one thing.

"More like I've totally taken the blame for you to keep that going!" Silence is telling. Especially uncomfortable silence like his.

Instantly tuning in to Jekyll's discomfort, Paloma sinks lower in the tub, only to lift a tapered leg and poke Hyde squarely in his chest.

"But is anyone being hurt?" The defining factor in sin, whether it's something to cry over. She almost puts the incestuousness out of sight and mind until it stares her in the face.

Hyde just goes on grinning, catching her foot so his hands can creep up her leg.

"Well, not literally at least... And not on purpose!" Shame in his voice, he can't deny that he might have inadvertently. It's just hard to stick to everything that's expected of a good well to do lord and have some desires!

Even scoffing can't disguise the true mischief in her answering smile, avoiding Hyde's eyes in a spurt of modesty. Misplaced, perhaps, given he's gotten inside her about four times (to his brother's one).

She likes his hands. She likes them moving up her skin, and lets him keep the leg in them.

"--I believe you, Harry!"

His brother, the original date. Hyde's just the more insistent one. Of course he's not going to stop at just holding her leg either, especially when she seems to encourage him. He's soon got her ass and hip and making up the difference between them to sit her on his lap.

"A-anyway! Thank you for seeing us that way, it's rare."

Paloma has a whole lot of nothing to make her feel like there's a barrier between herself and his... insistence. The breath whooshes out of her, even a solid five inches above water level. Jekyll's well-made shirt is no defense when his cock is nestled vertically against her naked bottom.

She balances one-handed on his wiry shoulder, sucking in her lips and looking behind them worriedly. Someone's being left out. "How... how do you see me?"

"Hmm, I don't think my impression has changed or anything? I thought you seemed quiet and sweet..." And she still is.

Hyde's just glad to have her ass on his dick. "I didn't think you'd be such a freak, but you do have those dick sucking lips. Should've known."

She isn't sure whether or not she can take offense-- Paloma certainly can't argue the point. It's true. She is a freak. Her mother would cry, if her mother cared at all to hear.

"Hey...!" A weak shove at his face, keeping Hyde at arm's length despite their closeness. "Sweet?"

At what point in their business relationship had he gotten to see her for longer than a minute, with other, more important individuals hogging his attention? She would have said no chance, but obviously that assumption is wrong, so one wonders what she missed.

"Edward!" He kicks his brother's leg, sending a tremor through them both inadvertently thanks to Hyde being Paloma's seat. "You just look sweet, I guess. Your eyes and voice, and the way you smile?" He knows he sounds like a fool and it's true, to be entirely honest.

It's okay, their mother would cry too. She's in good company.

The real sweetheart is Jekyll, scolding the nasty boy right there with her. She relents a little, allowing slack in the arm holding Hyde's face well away on the tub edge.

Paloma weakens more and retracts all her limbs in, shyness obliterating her bravado. Chin tucking, she can do nothing but smile like a moron with eyes squeezed shut. "Oh. How could you-- nevermind. Thanks." What else can she say? Lord knows.

"How could I...?" How could he what??

It doesn't really matter if she holds him back, Hyde still holds around Paloma's waist with both arms. A teddy in his lap. That's keeping his cock warm.

Ass on his dick, tits for extra pillowy comfort on Teddy's teddy. She allows this because a day from tonight, being held won't be an option anymore.

She babbles and bumbles in the bubbling tub, laying her cheek atop Edward's head. "...still feel that way."

"...How could I not?" He really isn't sure what she means. She's very sweet? If Hyde gets to cuddle though, he wants to too. So he moves in closer to lean his head on her shoulder.

There, right there, here's a good reason to stay up far too late in questionable company until they're a few hours from separation.

She's appreciative of the jets' noisiness breaking the night stillness, the uncertain silence. Her fingers move through fine strands of Jekyll's hair.

"Really, nevermind. I just don't think very highly of myself, but I know that's my trouble. Not yours."

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