moritat | there is always another au

Remarkable if Hyde hasn’t stiffened up again, nestled inside her and squeezed in alternating twitches of muscle. Her reciprocation is limited, sadly. She can only claw at his neck, roll into the dildo, and tell Hekyll, “Please!”

Just come in her, his brother has so many times already! Her own end is almost here. His dick is thick and heavy on her tongue, as before, and as before she can’t get enough of him inside. With concerted effort Paloma rises— sliding a little ways up the cock lodged in her ass— to completely take Jekyll in, past the entrance of her throat.

Shit, holy shit, he feels the difference and it drives him crazy. He takes her by the shoulder, at once meaning to push her back and hold her there as he comes too suddenly to make the choice. He shouldn't come in her throat, but that he does is something that'll be jerkoff material for ever more.

Even this earnest in her desire to please she might have wanted to move, make more room and choke a little less. Paloma doesn't swallow right off the bat so much as get a jizz injection.

She's only human, and an inexperienced one compared to their dick-sucking expertise. She coughs but stubbornly hangs on, slipping off a small ways but refusing to let go. The come pools with nowhere to run but down with the rest, so Paloma swallows on pure instinct.

Bitter, but the taste of Jekyll's ejaculate is the last thought on her mind with Hyde screwing her. Her nostrils flare, she swallows again, and falls away with agonizing slowness only to kiss the head of his cock like a departing friend.

Look!!! They might have sucked a couple! Or a lot in Hyde's case. Maybe more than a couple in Jekyll's. More than he'll say, anyway... Plus there's one another.

Jekyll sinks back into the water, only for Hyde to hoist Paloma up. He spreads her leg out and holds under her thigh to keep it up. Pushing her hips at Jekyll and reprising his earlier surprise of eating her ass is clear encouragement to get the other brother to join in, and at this point, he isn't going to say no. Besides, giving head is easier for him than receiving it anyway, he's more than happy to help.

"Jesus--," she whisper-shouts, after moaning gutturally at the withdrawal of his cock from her ass. Paloma feels like she could fall sidewise, if it wasn't for Hyde and Jekyll being surprisingly quick on the uptake.

Her torso arches what looks to be and is a painful lurch backward, totally relying on the two brothers even as they're the reason her balance is shot. "Oo-oohh my God oh my God..."

She nearabout claws Jekyll's neck off when the orgasm hits her like a freight train going off the rails, coming so hard and for so long she thinks she might actually have gone blind.

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 hope that's good...?"

"Fucking- obviously!" How's he so stupid.

Her laugh is as wobbly as her legs.

"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.

Someone needs to wipe his own semen from his chin, oops. "There's always something better." He grins.

"Oh, good!" A very good puppy, excited to have been a good boy. "...Should we go back inside? We'll turn into prunes."

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...”

"Every day might be a bit much...!" He doesnt have that kind of energy!

Hyde might. "Yeah, why not? Next time we're together, we'll have to." He grins, rubbing his cheek against her like a dog.

Paloma smiles sweetly for someone thinking fondly about having two brothers pistoning inside her, rubbing her cheek on him right back.

“Mmm. Probably not. Need to work, get around with boss.”

Her eyes are dropping.

"What's that got to do with it? You still have free time." He might be missing the point.

"...Because it's conspicuous and tiring for normal people, Teddy!"

"What the bell's that supposed to mean?"

"You're abnormal, what else."

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.

And he was the one trying to get it started to begin with!

"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."

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."

"Always." Hyde won't deny when he's a good boy!

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.

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."

"We're not very good at, ah, meeting people..." Jekyll's way of saying they're too fucked up for serious relationships.

"...Yeah it's kinda weird you're still around, even."

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.

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