She had the necessary theatrics in her bones. Another kind of reaction, the kind that had let him trap her in the tiled oasis. It wasn't fighting, it was gifts for him, her strange compliance. Maybe she knew she'd not be as sweet without it. He'd heard his name and thought that it mattered. It mattered more than her beautiful sounds, filtered through the fabric that was supposed to protect her propriety. And there she was, the teacher who took lessons from him, when her body recognized his generous pace at depths he'd picked out for himself inside her.<br/><br/>She did well with her body, she always did, but it was the voices she put into this hall that daunted him the most, and drove him toward punishing her in a way that wasn't teaching her any lasting things. Mr. Aikida first, which made him feel like a titan, even though it was a compromise. Did she understand his hips crueler collisions to be intensive toward her amenability? As he read her tells of coming closer to her favorite fall, she still let him have what he wanted. It was the beauty in Rei, he'd discovered, the illusion of resistance.<br/><br/>"It was perfectly loveless." he said to her question, but loved her a little more for succumbing. He was controlling his darling older sister through her lusts, and it was addictive. Perhaps they'd both fallen for the way she'd let him use her. It was a horrible knowledge to impart on the young man. And she'd said it all as a prelude to her climax, like she was simply sugaring the experience for herself, playing a good girlfriend, and then a good mistress. Gluttonous woman, with salivating lips, cussing like her primal voice had come out. It was this sense of dark victory that helped her eager retreats against him. He gasped in her hair soon, laying on top of her collapsed self as her inner swelled with his offerings again. He liked when she got there first, because then their continued dance was her for him.<br/><br/>He breathed in her scalp for a few moments, lending her all his weight, to make her feel enveloped and crushed, before he raised and unceremoniously zipped up. Kitato was still upset, even though he wasn't ballistic anymore. Would she make a habit out of quelling his tantrums in herself? If it worked and he found out, he would be furious. "Stay away from me." he muttered as he went where Yukina had, without looking back at the woman on the mattress. After all Rei had just given him. Little boys can be cruel, too.<br/><br/>Her class was the one following, and he attended like he'd not been disheveled before. He stayed quiet and assumed his beloved teacher would let him fade into the walls. For most of it Kit relied on his knuckles to keep his head up straight as he discovered something very interesting through he windows. Yukina, poor girl with her heart at the perfect, usable place, held on to her misunderstandings and stroked the joints of his other, available hand. It was no real mystery as to why she'd picked a place beside the class wolf.<br/><br/>He didn't say anything leaving once Catullus had his adventures for today, and while the adoring girl thought it was part of his charm - she was building quite the unreasonable archetype out of him - it was a seething kind of silence. Kitato lost her in a few corners of the corridor while he thought of Rei's beautiful, always ready cunt.<br/><br/>When the day was orange again, she'd find the lanky silhouette sitting on her car. His legs were bent in a pretty shadow, and his arms rested on his knees. His bag was slung by one of the wheels. Naho had never needed her emotional padding, and it was a kind of delicacy - though perhaps bitter today - to get to take care of something to torrential. "I don't like that I have to sit beside you." he said through his teeth, a wolf indeed, with that snarl suggested on his cheek. He'd be about as forthcoming with his silence. Strange though, how he didn't pick the backseat, and how she could feel a burn the equivalent heat of his color of eye, when she wasn't looking at him.