The hesitation that had promised to come back when he'd let it, if she'd kicked and screaming and cried, was shaking into nothing in the back of all possible relevant things he could think. She only delayed physically, even when she participated in this sudden stance against years of denial. Horror more like startle, and it wasn't even enough for her to jerk free.<br/><br/>His shortest name from her lips, but she didn't need an answer, because she was actually answering him. How could he ever be sure that he'd stop if she truly needed him to, if she never said anything? What a beautiful, nonsensical question she posed.<br/><br/>I am ruining everything delicate we've relied on since our hearts grew too inflamed for the sandbox.<br/><br/>When her body met his touch he gasped into the kiss he'd sealed them in, because that almost burn his fingers - it was the first real confirmation that he was not some dreaming, juvenile puppy, and that Rei who'd lectured him even today, was not outside his reach if he wanted. She was validating his desires, and it torched his mind in a blinding freedom.<br/><br/>It was painful when her mouth offered the same truth as her arch, and he tasted her deeper, without the lock of his lips to keep her head turned the right way. He tried not to think of the pecks Naho would give her when he was being haughty, like pressure like that could pretend to be lewd. Her kiss, with its density, celebrated his hand's path, and he moaned into it when her best hidden fabric was damp and scorching. She was becoming a collection of lures for him, the same way she'd always tried to be the opposite.<br/><br/>Her undergarments were beautiful and he couldn't see them. Boldly, he petted them and tucked them to the side, the way he'd imagined them askew when he'd found her almost undressed in her and Naho's room. Her hips lifted for him, and it made him feel triumphant. He was rough about it, when he slid fingers over her slick parting, and then curled one into her, like he was owed. His name again, the best she'd ever said it, and he let her have her hands back then, when she pushed her lips into his, instead.<br/><br/>Despite the powers that twirled in their infernal classroom, he thought their storm might be delicate, like typhoons can't last forever, so he groaned when he took his petting hand back and lifted his head from their kiss. His shirt still hung around his arm when he'd pulled it off his body, moving swiftly around the desk to meet with her parted knees. Faithful, distanced older sister, sitting lewdly with her undergarment out of place.<br/><br/>His pants were open and he'd pulled himself out. He upset more papers when he slid her to sit halfway off the edge. For the moment he couldn't believe, his forehead was to hers and their breaths were the same used up air when he looked down, mouth wide at when he watched himself meet her, and become swiftly enveloped. Engulfed. It was the most natural and upsetting sensation for his limb, and it was the addiction he'd searched for. "Rei." he answered finally, and it was with longing and conviction and agony at the pleasure.<br/><br/>He kissed the neck that taunted him. His huffs painted it in another sheen than her own sweat. Their contact and retreat was excruciating, but he wanted Rei. He breathed ragged, and he moved vengeful. It wasn't making love, in many ways, it was delicious exactly because it was love's unmaking. That is what were' doing, Rei. He touched his cheek to the hair that clung to hers, and paid his breaths as compliments in her ear as he urgently took her depths.