He was collecting these things that fell off her like unintentional rewards for his new attitude. He'd discovered a way to be around a certain source, and now she was spilling pretty content whenever he moved close. His name, and then the first signs of resistance. If she cared to notice beyond her performance for herself, she'd see that his body accelerated just slightly at every false protest, his being reaching out to lap at the offerings. She hadn't let him do anything remotely uncomfortable to her once his tastes should have required it, but now all he wanted was to see her at an disadvantage. He thought this was the right state for his sister-by-association, to be at an disadvantage.<br/><br/>Absurd. Yes it was absurd that she'd think he could resist her when she acted like this, the rabbit throwing pieces of itself to pelt its predator and keep it at bay. She had enough truth to know her next moments would be sealed, when her fingers tasted his unforgiving firm, before she had an influx of rebellion in modesty, and left it, inflated further. He hissed, like she'd struck him, when she said her last thing against his face, when his lust filled. Reprimanding him like a teacher, like a senior - how delicious. Maybe she was finally being kind, making up ludicrous accusations like that, to sugar herself.<br/><br/>He let her sit like this for a while, ready passed the support of the counter, slick and naked cleft. Kit relished in her, how lewd he'd made her, almost as dressed as before, but with all the fabric hanging in a different way. His hands tried her tit, the other down her waist. Maybe there was a bit of awe then, half-eyed, during his examination. She was a beautiful thing, come undone for him. His touches were possessive, like being part of their pleasure was her destiny, a more powerful desire in him than Naho had ever shown her in new sheets and kind reassurance.<br/><br/>When he looked into her eyes, finally, she was informed that she was not allowed to pretend or delay any more. His solid heat was between them, and it slid up her belly first, close but not inside her warmth. His tongue came out, long enough to bridge their distance, to slather her lips apart. He moved against her liked this, as though he was already inside, while he kissed her, full of breath, with a growl in his mouth. "You can call me Mr. Aikida, if you like." he said, to remind her he was teasing, and that she was being unfaithful to their showering saint. If she wanted to reply, he'd let her say half her meaning before he finally connected to her, and thrust deep.<br/><br/>He'd noticed her favorite angle before, and sought it out immediately. He had frustration in his muscles, strong boy. Sometimes, while he tested and explored what she would have, he simply held on to her waist and lifted her, only to firmly set her down again, like it was only so much he could do not to truly practice harm on her. It was a new kind of want for Rei, like he wanted to tear her apart, but didn't care to loose the pleasure if he did. Eventually, to have some of the free reign he'd had last time, since the countertop did not allow her on her back, he took the leg where her forgotten underwear still hung, and lifted it until it rested on his chest, his shoulder. His insistent, long strokes hurried more now, just as the hot water from the pipes stopped running.