She did not think about what it meant that he'd bathed his tongue in the smoldering heat of her collision with Kitato and now obediently covered himself before finding his rightful place between her thighs. If she had, she might have told him to stop, and that would have broken whatever illusion Naho had that this was a normal evening. Rei could lie quickly, but she wasn't one to hold it well. Nahoya could have broken her miserable ruse with little effort. But, he was too trusting and too kind. Who was he to question a good thing, like Rei's enthusiasm and his own confidence?<br/><br/>Rei squeezed her eyes shut and felt her spine press in rhythmic roughness against their bed covers. Nahoya had always pleased her well enough. She'd never really had reason to complain. Tonight too, with his unusual fervor, she could not find any real fault. It was enough to keep her engaged, despite being well-used. Perhaps it was too his benefit that, even at his roughest, Nahoya was an objectively gentle lover. She might not have endured him otherwise. As it was, she felt the familiar tension grow low in her belly and  it drove her to arch onto her toes, shoving her hips toward him and feeding him soft and encouraging mewls as she curled the covers in her fists.<br/><br/>It was a slow and arduous build toward her climax, and it was well that he enjoyed himself and didn't question her deeply about her apparent endurance tonight. She would find that he was reaching the end of his ability to perform before she'd find satisfaction for herself, which would not have greatly concerned her on most nights. Nahoya was generally understanding of such things, and used his other talents to assure her pleasure. Tonight, she thought it would be an insult to his enthusiasm. Rei did what she had never done before then, and clenched her muscles hard and convincingly, shuddering and moaning to reasonable effect. She would assure him that he was a remarkable lover, because he deserved that much from his miserable girl.<br/><br/>Panting when he laid down beside her, Rei ignored the quiet ache left unattended. She kissed him gently, first tenderly on the cheek and then with a little more insistence when her lips found his and her tongue sought the remnants of her own flavor in his kiss. "I love you, Naho," she said when she pulled away, arms on either side of his shoulders as she leaned over him. It was honest, if laced with a little shame tonight. He'd hear fatigue where he wasn't expecting bitterness.<br/><br/>When she was certain he was dreaming beside her, Rei slipped her fingers down against her sore and sensitive bud to finish what Nahoya believed he had accomplished. With her eyes squeezed shut, she bit her lower lip hard and eventually fell asleep wallowing in the misery of Kitato's face having invaded her modest fantasies.