Kouen has been drifting for a while.
He usually doesn't let himself get like this except on special occasions, but it's sort of one of those. He's finally got a foothold into destroying Sindria Studios once and for all, the Private Eye has confirmed his idiot slut runaway star's location, and best of all, his stepmother is out of town.
Also, his little brother had graduated today, but Kouen has sort of forgotten about that already. It was important, and he'd flown in for the ceremony, helped him move and everything as Ha had shown him off at the boarding school, even been quite amicable through dinner, but it's been a long day, and there's no better cure for a headache than opiates.
All right, there are many better cures. But none that quite leave him feeling as if everything is possible, and nothing is necessary, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom and wondering how long he has until he has to swallow another pill or come down. Kouha had definitely been right, urging him to indulge, just a little, just on his special day.
If Kouen's going to indulge at his mere suggestion, then Kouha certainly is, too.
Of course, it's really to make his brother properly relax-something that Kouen hasn't done in ages, Kouha knows, and especially not lately after Judal decided to take off once and for all. He'll do something better about that later, but for now…
"You already look better, En," Kouha cheerfully offers as he shuts the door behind himself, slinking his way into the room. "Much more relaxed."
Kouen looks up, and the world sparkles pleasantly for a moment. His lips curl in a smile as he lays back, using a finger to trace patterns in the air. "You didn't give me the regular stuff. You gave me something….shiny."
"Best stuff," Kouha confirms with a grin, and with a hum, he simply plops himself down onto the edge of the bed. "Good kinda shiny, isn't it? It has to be making you feel better."
"Is this the stuff that kept you from graduating early?" Kouen asks, trailing into a little laugh. "You're too smart to graduate high school at eighteen with Mei giving you all the answers."
Kouha's eyes roll at that. "No, that was just the girls," he admits, and idly, he slides a hand up along the inside of Kouen's thigh, slowly stroking. "Stuck around for them. It was worth it."
Kouen lazily lifts a hand to slap his brother's away. "Heard you got another one pregnant. The Queen's going to be maaaaad at you." God, he hears his own voice, and knows it should make him sick. It just sort of makes him laugh.
"She got an abortion," Kouha dismisses, his hand far from moving anywhere but upward, his fingers tiptoeing along. "Eeeeen, wouldn't you like to relax a little bit more? I know," he adds, grinning, "that slut of yours has you really stressed out."
"You're the one acting like a slut," Kouen grumbles, making a face as he shoves at Kouha's head with less than stellar accuracy. "Stop that, go run down one of my stars or something."
"But you like sluts, En," is the younger man's sigh, and he flops down between Kouen's legs, propping his chin in one hand as the other lazily unbuttons his brother's fly. "Why else would you keep Judal around?"
Kouen's pretty sure that sober, he'd be treating this problem with a lot more seriousness. At the moment, it just feels like sort of an inconvenience, like it should bother him, like poking a numbed tooth he knows is going to be sore later. "Don't talk about him," he mutters, rolling over onto his side. "Mad at him."
"Mm, okay." Kouha follows the roll, smiling as he nuzzles forward, catching the zipper of Kouen's pants with his teeth to tug it down. "Won't talk about anything, then."
"You're sick in the head," Kouen mutters, but he doesn't try to roll away again. His hand comes up to push Kouha's head away, but it does feel nice, someone being so honestly hungry for him. "Just promise me we won't talk about this tomorrow."
Kouha doesn't argue. He probably is sick in the head, but, well, if he likes something, he might as well act on properly enjoying it. Briefly, he butts his head up against Kouen's hand, his fingers eager to hook into fabric and tug it all down. "Talk about what?" he sweetly subverts, his fingers splaying over his brother's thighs as he gives a slow nuzzle, and careful lick to the tip of Kouen's cock.
"How you're a creepy slut who sucks his brothers' dicks," Kouen groans, and fists his hand in Kouha's hair, petting and twisting a little. "Just don't want it to be weird." In his current state, it makes perfect sense. If they never talk about it, nothing will be weird, and he doesn't have to think about how much harder his cock gets when he looks down and sees who's crawling between his legs.
The hand in his hair makes him groan, and Kouha's eyes flutter as he lurches up into the touch, mouthing a hot, sloppy kiss to Kouen's cock. "Won't be weird," he sighs out, dragging a thumb over the tip of Kouen's cock before dragging it away to lick it clean. He can't help but like comparing his two older brothers. Even if Kouen's thicker, Mei is still bigger, and that makes him smirk. "You can pull my hair all you want," he murmurs, and with that, eagerly works his mouth around the head of that thick cock, moaning at the taste on his tongue, and the slippery, slick drip of it, the ache of his own jaw as Kouha swallows him down as much as he can.
There's something really wrong with you.
There's something wrong with him too, Kouen knows, but he doesn't care right now, not when he can lay back and let his cock get sucked by a lovely little barely-legal thing, purring pretty words and sucking him like a whore. There is some urge in him to really pull, to make Ha reconsider, make him realize that his eldest brother isn't a lazy toy like Mei, make him think twice before trying something like this again-
But most of him just feels good.
He looks down, voice hoarse and low. "Can you take more?" he murmurs, tugging a bit. "Like seeing it go all the way in."
It's a lot better when Kouen is enjoying himself, and he's enjoying himself a lot now. It's obvious from the way En hardens against his tongue, and Kouha's eyes briefly shut as he groans a low, ragged confirmation, fingers sliding up to splay against his brother's hips as he works his mouth down.
It does take effort. It's not exactly a past time Kouha frequently indulges in as of late, or at least, not with someone this big, and that makes it more fun, the challenge of it. His jaw aches, lips bruised and sticky by the time he manages to swallow all of Kouen, breathing fast through nose as it nuzzles into his brother's belly, a soft, eager noise escaping that begs for Kouen to look all he wants (and more).
Even as drifting and pleasant as he feels, Kouen can't help but want more. A smile curls his lips, and he rolls over, pinning Kouha to the bed, a little of that desire coming out more. "You're playing with fire," he whispers, and lets his weight pin the boy to the bed, thrusting slowly down, inexorably filling his mouth.
It would be a lie to say he's never thought of it before. It would be a lie to say he's never looked, when Kouha goes around dressed like a fucking girl half the time, or he's walked in on Mei on his knees, that slut, and Ha looking so pleased with himself, climbing all over him-
Everyone has ugly thoughts, probably, that they lock away. Maybe it's not so bad to let them out, when he's not the one unlocking them.
Ah, yeah, this was a really good idea.
Kouha groans, the sound lost in his throat when, like this, Kouen's cock slides in so much deeper. His fingers slide up, scratching over Kouen's hips, sliding around to grab at his ass and pull him eagerly down, his throat a spasm around that big cock as he fights back the urge to gag.
It's a rare day that he likes being held down and used, but it's En-En is always something different, so it shouldn't be a surprise that sex is different with him, too.
Everything about this is wrong, but Kouen can't stop himself. He doesn't want to, not when Ha's mouth is so bruised and wet and pretty and hot, not when he's gagging like he wants more, not when Kouen can admit that he's wanted to hold his little brother down and use him like one of his whores for a while now. "You're good at that," he breathes, thrusting in deep, holding it there, feeling Kouha's nose pressed against his belly and liking the urgent, choked little noises he hears. "You hard?"
A sloppy, wet noise escapes, eager no matter how he chokes, and Kouha squeezes his eyes shut as he sucks in a hot, ragged breath through his nose and sucks, slurps, his tongue an eager wriggle no matter his throat's desperate gulping. Really hard he wants to say, his own legs spreading a bit wider, and god, it's a little hard remembering what it's like not wanting Kouen to just fuck his face.
Kouen isn't moving as fast, as intently, or as accurately as he wants. It's still good, but instead of the rapid thrusts he usually favors, and ah, he can almost hear the way Kouha would choke around his cock, he moves slower, more deliberately, all the way in, holding deep, before sliding a little way out, then all the way in to the root again. "I own you," Kouen mutters, shoving his little brother down to the bed. He's not quite sure where the words come from, but god, they feel good to say.
Kouha's eyes roll back, and his moan is one of thorough, definite assent as his fingers dig in, squeezing tight in an attempt to drag Kouen in deeper, no matter how his mouth is already so, so full and his throat protesting every inch shoved down it. Kouen being so slow, so thorough about fucking him like this-it's unexpected, no less good, and if anything even better, with each ragged, frantic breath that escapes through his nose when Kouen holds down just a bit too long.
He shouldn't, shouldn't get harder, get off so much on the way his brother thrashes a little, urgent, panicky involuntary noises coming from his throat. He shouldn't get off on that, shouldn't want to know what Kouha's eyes would look like when he's really desperate, or how his throat would clench, how his hands would scrabble at Kouen's hips-
He does want to know, a little.
"Can you breathe?" It's a dickish question, when he's buried to the hilt in his little brother's mouth, sliding in all the way, an inch or two out, and all the way back in, unwilling to slide out even for a second.
Maybe he just wants to hear Kouha choke some more.
Normally, Kouha doesn't get off on this sort of thing at all.
Normally it's Mei, or anyone else that wants to be shoved down and held down and used, anyone but him shoved down hard into a bed with their mouth stuffed full of cock. Kouah whines, a desperate sound lost in the back of his throat when his world spins, eyes tearing up with each slow, but hard thrust that makes him squirm weakly.
Kouen opens his mouth to say something else, but he catches a glimpse of Kouha's eyes, wide and full of tears, and anything he was about to say is lost. He groans, slamming down one final time, burying himself as deep as he can go, spilling down Kouha's throat. He collapses, panting hard, the spinning sensations in his head too strong to ignore, too strong to power through, and for a long, long time, everything just swirls.
Kouen flooding his mouth so suddenly makes him cough, choking no matter how he quickly swallows. It's more the angle than anything that throws him off, and god, telling Mei about this later is probably going to get him of all over again, what with how he sloppily sucks and swallows, trying to lick everything up. His own cock throbs, but it's not even a priority to touch himself, not with his lips bruised and sticky and his jaw aching. No, definitely better like this.
"Better?" Kouha finally rasps when he wriggles away, nursing his bruised bottom lip with a suck as he shivers visibly. "En's always so tense, it's the least I can do to help a little bit."
Kouen sags down to the bed, still breathing hard. "Not tense now. Not….not." He tries to pet Kouha's cheek, but sort of whacks him gently over the head instead. "You give me things."
Kouha grins shakily at that, and chooses to take it as a compliment. "Like giving you things," he sighs, rubbing his head into Kouen's hand and pretending he's being petted. "Maybe I will again later. En can do other things to me, then."
"Yeah. Sounds good." Kouen can hear his speech being slurred and wonders who's doing that.
It's his last thought for quite a while.
Sleeping in is awesome.
Judal can't remember the last time he was allowed to do it when he lived with the Ren family. With Sinbad, it's whenever he wants, so long as he goes to the studio on the days they actually need him, and Sinbad's bed is so comfortable that that's a really, really good thing. Getting up would be a problem, anyway.
It's a little bit before noon with the sun shining in through the windows that he finally rouses, though not on his own accord. It's a knock on the door, followed by the doorbell, and then repeat, that drags him out of bed, grumbling and remembering just barely to smooth down Sinbad's shirt that he's wearing. It hits about mid-thigh, at least; presentable enough to answer doors that are probably just mailmen or something, anyway.
"Stop fucking ringing the doorbell, it's noisy," Judal grumbles, mostly to himself. The apartment is empty-Sinbad long left for work himself, Judal remembers that much in his half-asleep stupor earlier that morning. Yawning, he unlatches the door, opening it and blinking when he has to glance down at the person standing there in front of it.
Oh.
Shit.
"Kou…gyoku?"
Kougyoku has to remind herself not to hit him.
He looks so stupid, all messy and roughed up and sleepy and cute, and she stamps a high-heeled boot on the floor, folding her arms and reminding herself not to let him know how much she's missed him. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, scowling up furiously at him. "I was away for a year because of you, and when I got home they said you were gone and living with an old man and you were supposed to take me ice skating, you asshole!"
"I-" Ah, shit. Shit shit shit, it's too early for this, he just woke up, and he's not prepared to deal with a foot-stomping Kougyoku that looks really pissed off. "I'm-first of all, he's not old," Judal protests, scowling down at her and folding his arms over his own chest. "Second of all, I got a new job, okay? Can you blame me, living with your family fucking sucks!"
"He is so old! En told me, he's like thirty!"
Kougyoku loses just a bit of control, and stabs a pointed finger into his chest. "You should have told me! I wouldn't have come home at all, I'd have gone to New York with my roommate for the summer, I only came home to see you!"
"Thirty isn't that old!" Okay, maybe it looks pretty bad when he's 18 and living with a guy that'll be thirty pretty soon, but that's really beside the point. Judal's scowl deepens. "Who said you can't still see me, huh? Look, I tried to call you and everything, but your number changed and I didn't know how to find your new one! En was keeping you under pretty tight wraps after… you know," he says, the long sleeve of Sinbad's shirt flopping over his hand as he waves it irritably, "everything."
The tears burn her eyes, and Kougyoku turns away, blinking fast so he won't see. "You always found a way before. Look, if you just don't care-was En right? Was I just a way to get to him?"
God dammit, now she's crying.
Judal's pretty good at dealing with people-or at least he knows how to get what he wants out of them-but crying girls… not so much. He wavers, mouth opening and shutting as he sort of half-reaches out a hand before drawing it back. "Gyoku… geez, quit it already, a lot's been going on, okay?" he mutters, hesitating a moment longer before he reaches out again to touch her shoulder. "I didn't think they'd let you'd come home. I can still take you ice skating and stuff, don't worry."
Kougyoku turns in an instant, burying her face in the oversized shirt and latching onto him, arms wrapped firmly around his slender frame. "Promise? You'll-oh my god, is this his? It…." It does not smell good enough to make her blush, she tells herself. That's just from being around Judal, who always knows how to do that.
"Uhh… maybe?" Only Kougyoku could make him sound sheepish over wearing his boyfriend's goddamn shirt. "Ugh, whatever, just come in," Judal mutters, grabbing at her and hauling her inside before she can protest. "I'm home alone right now, anyway. You woke me up."
Kougyoku squeaks a bit, looking around the sumptuous place, holding tight to Judal so she can still pretend she hadn't meant to come in, he'd just pulled her there. "It's huge," she murmurs, wide-eyed. "And it looks….not like he's as rich as us, but….it looks really comfortable. Wow, that's a big tv!" And coming from a family that can buy and sell private islands, that's saying something.
"Yeah, try playing games on it-it's fucking awesome," Judal sighs happily, letting her cling to him even as he drifts further inside. Ahh, hungry. Being woken up so abruptly always makes him hungry. He makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing a peach and sinking his teeth into it immediately. "You're not allowed to get mad at me for grabbing a rich boyfriend," he says around his mouthful, chewing and swallowing in short order. "Who just also happens to be my boss. It's a pretty sweet gig."
"Is-" Kougyoku swallows hard, blinking up at him. "Is he really your boyfriend? En said he was your new boss, and Ha said he was your sugar daddy, and Mei said he was a creepy molester guy." She hops up onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter, muttering, "I was worried."
Judal rolls his eyes, climbing up onto a stool next to her. "Of course he's my boyfriend. Sin's not creepy, he's actually really hot. Look, here," he says, grabbing for his phone previously discarded on the kitchen counter the night prior, and flipping to a photo album before thrusting it into her hands. "He's hot. And nice. And takes care of me, so sure, call him my sugar daddy if you want, but he's not molesting me. And I work still, so it's not like I'm staying here for free." And he's also getting me off the drugs your brother got me hooked on, so beat that.
Kougyoku looks, where Judal points. Then looks. And looks. Then she flips through all the photos slowly, eyes widening, cheeks growing pinker with every click, and goes through all of them again. "Oh," she says, voice very small. "He looks….nice."
"Told you. That was when he took me to the beach the other week." Judal grins, taking another bite of his peach. "You're getting really red."
"I'm looking at pictures of a hot beach!" Kougyoku says quickly, far too defensively for how lame the words sound once they're out of her mouth. "And you shouldn't just eat peaches all day, I'm going to cook for you, so sit down."
"… You're looking at pictures of a hot guy," Judal teases, flopping partially forward over the counter. "Two hot guys. I'm in some of those. And what are you talking about? You can't cook."
"I can so cook! Now," Kougyoku adds with a huff. "That school En sent me to had really old-fashioned classes, like they were prepping us to be some media mogul's pretty trophy wives. Totally creepy. All the other girls were really into it, though." She casts Judal a sideways glance. "You never wore a thong when we went to the beach."
"Neither did you. Damn shame." He finishes off his peach with another bite, tossing the pit into the trash. "And god, that's really creepy. Maybe I can kidnap you and you can stay here or something."
The tips of Kougyoku's ears flush. "I'm lucky En even let me out today, you know," she mutters, grabbing a box of leftover chinese food and dumping it into a frying pan, followed by a hastily chopped onion to prove she's changed it. "He was really out of it, I think he's got the flu or something."
Or he's high as a kite, Judal thinks irritably. It's actually a little worrisome-maybe Gyokuen's gone full-creepy on Kouen in his absence. It isn't like he wishes anything bad on the man, after all… "Also, that's not cooking, that's modifying. If you burn down his kitchen, Sinbad's gonna get cranky."
"I'm not going to burn it down, stupid! I'd make something better but you never eat anything good, so I'm making you crap!" Wow, this crap smells really good, she's Chinese and never gets that kind of Chinese. Sinbad must order his takeout from somewhere heavenly.
"Fine, fine. At least you're cute when you're 'cooking'," Judal sighs out, leaning forward onto his arms to watch her. "Just need to add a frilly pink apron and nothing else…"
Kougyoku's cheeks flame, and she squeezes her thighs together as a shiver goes up her spine. She can feel her nipples hardening against her blouse just at those words, and she turns away to watch over the pan. "You shouldn't say things like that anymore. You have a boyfriend now."
Judal's eyes roll. "Please. You think we're mutually exclusive? He runs a-uh… he's got a modeling agency." Ahh, if there's one thing that's always been awkward, it's that Kougyoku has been kept so damnably naive. Maybe it's for the better. She's not so damaged because of it. "Pretty girls and guys running around day in and day out-and he's definitely got a thing for his secretary." He drifts around the counter, grinning as he leans close to her from behind. "So I can say whatever I want."
It's been a long time since anyone's managed to steal her breath quite the way Judal does-honestly, no one ever has. Her hand trembles on the spatula, and her eyes slide halfway shut as she slowly, deliberately takes one tiny step back, pressing against the long line of his body. "You're gonna get me in trouble again. Please."
He's going to get both of them in trouble, at this rate.
Too bad his mind tends to click off when it comes to sex. That's probably stupidly masculine of him, but oh well. Kougyoku's an especially bad example of that, especially because she is so little and cute and has the best, most vivid reactions to things… just like this, when she's trying so hard to focus on something and can't help it. Judal sucks in a slow breath, sliding an arm around her waist to let his fingers splay over her stomach, idly plucking at the fabric of her blouse. "If no one knows, you can't get into trouble," he mutters. "You're gonna burn yourself, turn the damned stove off."
"B-but I'm cooking," Kougyoku half-whispers, but he's touching her, and ah, she's almost forgotten what it's like to be touched by someone who likes her. It had been so sparkling in her mind, so wild and free and unexpected, their brief tryst last year, and it's been months of long, lonely nights that she's laid in her bed, touching herself desperately and wondering why it never feels like him. She shuts off the stove, hands coming to curl against his arm, and pushes them both back. "Y-you're not going to-not in the kitchen, are you?" she squeaks.
"You can cook later." Judal grabs her around the waist a bit tighter, grinning as he hauls her away from the stove. It's nice, actually, grabbing hold of someone tinier than he is for a change, someone that fits in his arms, and he tilts his head, pressing a wet kiss to the side of her neck. "And no, not in the kitchen. There's a reeeeally nice big bed, that's a lot more appropriate for a 'welcome home' present, right?"
It's difficult, impossible not to squirm, and Kougyoku doesn't even try. It burns low in her belly, and she can already feel how wet she is just from one wicked kiss to her neck. "Y-yeah," she breathes, turning to try and kiss him properly, wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping up, wrapping her legs around his waist so he'll have to pick her up or fall. "Your boyfriend isn't gonna mind? I-I don't mind the couch…" Or the floor, or the fucking balcony as long as it's with Judal.
Judal catches her with a grunt of effort, huffing out a breath as he loops his arms around her waist before giving up and holding her more securely with his hands grabbing a firm hold of her ass. "He'd think it was hot." I hope he'd think it was hot. "You got heavier," he idly notes as he presses a kiss to her lips and makes his way to the bedroom. "But you're not as squishy. Are you still working out until you keel over?" Dumping her onto the bed is more fun than he thought it would be, especially when Kougyoku looks so flustered, and Judal grins, looming over her with his hands planted to either side of her head. "Sex burns more calories than you'd think, you know. You should do that more often."
A squeal comes from Kougyoku's mouth before she can clamp her hand over it, and her eyes are wide and eager as she looks up at Judal. She is probably working out too much, but it's so easy, and…. "En still says I'm too fat to model for him." She bites her lip, looking down at her body, feeling oddly adult at seeing a man's body looming over her own, and shivers. "You still think I look okay, right?"
"… You don't have an ounce of fat on you," Judal manages, and gives her hip a pinch to prove it as he wriggles between her thighs. Well-except maybe here, where she's still soft, and his breath hitches at the way her skirt already rides up, concealing very, very little. "You look better than okay," he murmurs, leaning down to press another kiss to the corner of her mouth, one hand sliding up the inside of a thigh, thumbing the hem of her skirt before slipping up higher. His fingers hook underneath the edge of her panties-lace, he can tell even without looking, and damn, that's cute. "He's just saying that because he doesn't want his little sister being ogled. Can't blame him."
"Ju-" Her voice is high, desperate, and Kougyoku tangles her hands in his hair, legs trembling as she slowly spreads them. She can almost feel him in her already, she's imagined it, remembered it so many times, and it's hard to catch her breath when she wants so badly. "Ju-your mouth, I want it, please-" Her hands aren't as polite as her words, using every bit of muscle to sort of force his head down between her thighs.
He'd done that last time, after all. That means it's okay.
Whatever button he's pushed, Judal likes it.
It took a lot longer to get Kougyoku to this point last time, a lot more convincing and a lot more poking and prodding. Now, though, it's easy and she's eager and that makes him wriggle down without any protest, his fingers shoving up her skirt as he presses a sloppy kiss to the inside of one thigh. He can smell her already, see how wet she is through thin, pale cotton, and Judal doesn't wait to bury his face between her thighs, mouthing her first through those cute panties, groaning low in his throat at the heat and just the beginnings of the taste of her on his tongue before hooking shaky fingers into the material to tug it down, pressing a proper, eagerly tasting kiss.
It's so good, the first moment, that Kougyoku kicks him a little. "Sorry!" she gasps, panting hard as her fingers twist in the sheets, and she lets out a high, breathy groan. "S-sorry, it's-ahhhhh-"
It's obscene, and far better than she'd remembered, and every swipe of Judal's tongue makes her burn from hair to toes, wriggling and squirming in delight. Her hands come up, squeezing, playing with her own breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples to make those little shocks harder, brighter and more intense as Judal works her with his mouth.
Judal swallows a laugh as he licks a messy, wet stripe up her slit, nuzzling up to suck on the throbbing nub of her clit and liking the way it makes her heave and twitch, his fingers sliding to her thighs to keep them from squeezing too tight around his head. "Does no one treat you right when I'm not around?" he breathes, another kiss and lap of his tongue making him groan. God, she's wet. There's no helping the eager way that he tips his head to better slide his tongue inside her, not when she bucks down and rides his face like she's going to die if she doesn't feel more.
"Stupid," she whispers, with no more conviction behind it than she ever has. "Like I'd l-let anyone else t-touch me like-ohh, like that!"
She fists a hand in his hair, winding around the thick dark strands and bucking up desperately, voice coming out in a high-pitched whine when she feels his tongue slide in, just the knowledge that Judal's tongue is inside me making her thrash and shudder.
Judal groans, his hands sliding up her thighs to grab blindly at her hips, eagerly hauling her down as he licks her from the inside, his own breath ragged as she grinds down against his face. The taste of her on his tongue is hardly fair, the little squeaks and moans and whines from her throat even better, and his own cock throbs, making him squirm as he drags his tongue up, fastens his lips to her clit again when she twitches upward and pulls on his hair all the more. Good, no one else should be allowed to touch you, anyway.
Dimly, somewhere deep inside where Kougyoku remembers the proper little sister En wants, she's embarrassed, ashamed of the way she's acting.
But right now, all she can do is grab Judal's hair and ride his face, breath coming in quick staccato yelps as she does. His tongue is sinfully good, the noises he's making between her thighs somehow even better, and then he sucks on her clit.
It's an odd noise she lets out, a whining moan turned into shivering, helpless breaths when she comes, hips trembling pathetically and every part of her flushed and aching and gasping for more. She doesn't waste a second, grabbing at him and babbling, "In, in, hurry-"
"F-fuck, Gyoku, just-" God, he's out of breath, too, barely having a chance to wipe his mouth before she's hauling him up, still shuddering and twitching underneath him, and Judal huffs out a hot breath, mouthing a kiss to her shoulder as he claws open a drawer in the nightstand. Fucking condoms. He just wants to feel her, every slick, hot bit of her, and he's scowling as he rips the package open, hands shaking as he rolls it down his cock.
Just touching himself, even like that, is almost too much. Judal shuts his eyes briefly, a hand shoving at her thighs as another squeezes at the base of his cock. Even after all that, she's still tight, and guiding himself inside, just getting the head in, it all takes effort. It makes him bite his lip at the sight of his cock finally sinking inside as she clenches down around him, and Judal knows he's a little too fast about it as his hips shove forward, sliding in as deep as he can and muffling a breathy, ragged groan into the crook of her shoulder.
All of Kougyoku's breath leaves her lungs with the first press inside, coming out in a little "yeep!" of surprise. She braces her hands on his shoulders, sliding down to closed fists pressing against his chest, shoving at him a little though she doesn't mean to, as her whole body clenches and trembles at every press of his cock.
"You're-" She can't even talk.
"Ju-" She can't even think.
She's taken him once before, she reminds herself, gulping for air, and this isn't nearly as bad as that. She had bled, then, and now it feels about eighty percent good, with very little pain to hide, and after she manages to relax a bit, it gets even better.
"Sorry, sorry," he mutters, turning his head to press a wet, sucking kiss to the side of her neck when he manages to make his eyes uncross for a second, manages to make his own breathing calm the fuck down. It doesn't make Kougyoku any less tight around him, any less a shivery, hot thing that he just wants to fuck because she feels so good, but Judal manages to stop himself from just rutting down like an animal.
Barely.
"You're just… you're so tiny," Judal breathes out as he sits back slightly, his hands splaying over her waist to pull her closer with a firm squeeze, rolling his hips forward with a slow, careful grind. He slides one hand up to her chest, thumb dragging over a hard nipple before pinching lightly. "And you make the cutest noises…"
"Do not-" Kougyoku near-yelps, thrashing uncontrollably when he pinches, feeling another rush of wet between her thighs, and everything moves a bit easier, slicker after that. It's too good, and her balled fists uncurl, leaving scratches down Judal's chest, light at first, harder down his back when she grabs him, pulls him in closer, wanting more. "Don't stop, okay? I really do want it."
There are many times she hates having a little girl's voice. This is by far the worst offender, no matter that Judal, at least, never treats her that way.
"Couldn't stop if you wanted to, sorry," he admits with a ragged laugh, butting his head underneath her chin to bite lightly at her throat as his hips grind forward harder, the obscene, wet slap of their bodies together making him shudder. "You feel how hard I am inside you, right?" Judal breathes, giving her waist another squeeze as he pulls her down, shoving up as he does, breath hitching at the twinge of her around him when he slides in so deep. "Dunno… how anyone keeps their hands off of you… Claw at me more, tell me you like it when I fuck you."
"How could I not feel it?" Kougyoku groans, back arching up off the bed. "You're in me!"
Saying it makes her shudder, and she rakes a hand down Judal's back, batting his hair out of the way so she can dig her nails in harder, liking the way the drag of her nails makes his breath come fast.
"Do it harder," she finally says, almost too quiet to be heard. "Just-it feels really good, do it more, I'm not a little girl, I can take it!"
God, she hopes she can.
Kougyoku even begs cutely.
Judal snorts, and he tips his head down, an affectionate bite to the curve of one of her breasts following as he thrusts up hard, shoving her down into the mattress with the eager roll of his hips. "Like that, princess?" he teasingly breathes out, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he thrusts up again before she can answer, everything so slick that it's easy. His cock throbs, the aching heat of it all enough to make him shudder anew, and damn, he's not going to last long enough to fuck her like he really wants to. Whatever, we've got the whole rest of the day, too. "Just-ahhh, god, the walls here are thick, you can make all the-noises-and stuff-you want-"
Maybe he's a little too rough with her, but she asked for it, and it's been so long that he can't help it. Judal holds her tight as he slides in deep and hard, eyes flickering down again to where they're connected, and that sight alone, of his cock sinking in as deep as he can again and again is what makes him lose control, his fingers leaving bruises for sure as he grabs her tight and comes hard, back arched in a tight, trembling bow.
If Kougyoku had thought it was difficult to breathe before, that's nothing compared to the way she feels now.
She's left shaking and writhing under Judal's body, pliant and bending wherever he sort of puts her, clutching him as he slams deep inside her in a way that's certainly got an edge of uncomfortable to it, but damned if she minds. It's enough just to know that Judal's inside her, she's just made Judal come, and if he weren't wearing a condom-
She's not going to think about it.
It takes a while to get her breath back, and she clutches a little, even before she does. "You make nice noises too," she says a little shyly.
"You're gonna kill me," he sighs out, sounding all too pleased about it as he sags down, pressing a slow kiss to her lips before carefully pulling out and rolling to the side with a groan. Judal reaches down to shakily roll the condom off, tossing it into the nearby wastebasket before he lets himself flop back entirely. "Definitely kidnapping you. Get used to the idea."
Get used to being arrested, she wants to say-but really, she doesn't. She snuggles into his chest, a secret, womanly (she hopes) smile on her lips. "Okay."