It was a modest sort of horror, not the startle of an innocent maiden, that paled her cheeks when Naho came for her. She’d not thought he’d be so keen at this hour of the morning. She wanted to ask him, what about breakfast? It would have been cruel though, because he set her down with such self-satisfaction that she worried she might break his spirit if she seemed uninspired. She didn’t want him then, still breathing through the aftermath of Kit’s pace. He must have taken it all as his own doing: the wide-eyed look on her face, the slick she’d not found to wash from herself, the part of her lips. Even Rei could understand what she must have been for him then. She swallowed the humid air and wrapped her fingers tight around the little handles of their towel cart. “Mister Aikida?” she replied. It was only after it left her mouth that she realized she’d called Kit by the same name. It brought the blood back to her cheeks in a fury. It must have looked like shyness, when it was guilt.<br/><br/>He was so quick to come for her taste, like he’d intended to break his fast between her legs all along. Rei jerked where she sat, taken aback. She went to scold him a little, as it was typical for her to send him away from this particular spot in their bathroom, and was met with the sound of her own strangled mew instead. Was she so easy to entice? She was revolted by the thought as soon as it came. This man was her lover and had always been dedicated in the act. When she’d found, some months into their intimacy, that she was often unable to pleasure herself with his member, he’d been so eager to learn other methods with his tongue. It would have been unfair to forget those carefully earned talents now. If Kit had learned her body, it should not have been a wonder that Naho knew it in some ways too. The elder had had years to study, if nothing else.<br/><br/>Rei wriggled until her back was pressed hard against the wall. It wasn’t a grand effort to get away, but it was some protest against the eagerness with which Naho lapped up his brother’s aftermath. She was gripping the cart handles hard when Kit thought it safe to let himself out. She gasped, panicked when he emerged, and one hand flew toward her lips. She bit the back of her wrist to muffle a moan, eye on Kit as Naho buried his tongue in her folds.<br/><br/>How vile that the kind man embarrassed himself in front of the little brother that reveled in it. Rei was pained that he built her pleasure even as he suffered, unknowingly, himself. She wanted to tell him to have some self-respect, and to put himself away, but to do so would be to reveal the betrayal he was strung between.<br/><br/>When the pair came down for breakfast, Rei looked a bit like a sullen child who’d been caught in the act. “I think I’ll just skip breakfast this morning. I don’t want to be late.” Rei said, to Naho more than Kit. The younger of the brothers appeared to be waiting expectantly anyhow. She gave Nahoya an apologetic smile. And made her way toward her shoes, by the door. Rei didn’t ask Kitato if he was coming along. She was certain she’d be unhappy, regardless of what his answer was, and Kit was going to do whatever he wanted.