There had been reward in it all. The way she'd gone along, even the elasticity in her hair. Falling beautifully, because it was in her to be distressed, and then all the confirmation that he needed between her legs, on the clothes of her least kept secret. Kitato was of course ready, blood running to where it ought. Perhaps it is the male body that is pathetic. This was a new delicious - lashing Rei with whatever he wanted. His insults became echoes that came back to him like flattery. That was all the boy wanted, ever.<br/><br/>His hope swelled like only young hearts can, when the hesitation in his supposed teacher, and sister by proximity tried for something to stretch out the moment. She was urging him to continue, to go further, without committing. She was always doing that. Kit wanted to hammer the mattress with his knuckles and put his voice out on the indoor field where boys like him ran. His teeth married and his jaw made an outline against the skin. Of course he didn't want her to go.<br/><br/>He wrenched his head away when she started leaving. Then his arms whipped outward when she touched them on her way out. She was so picturesque, crawling, like she wanted to leave him with something to put over Yukina later. Said called him by their playful name. He gasped when his hand caught her waist to stop her before her knees had moved beyond the edge of their shallow bed. He hated her and wanted her. Kit was always a collection of lost patience. He pulled her under him again, and flattened her to the surfaced she'd warmed a moment ago, her face to where the back of Yukina's head had been.<br/><br/>It was a simple matter of lifting that damned waving skirt, and his tongue overflowed with adoration at the sight of her panties and her butt under them. Her back naturally curled for him to present. He shook his head but his hands didn't listen when they pulled her underwear down, touched with the gray of her truth. With some inspiration he squeezed the fabric and held her head down, so he could feed her the garment for her to bite on, as though anyone would hear her if she screamed.<br/><br/>"Is he wroth it?" he hissed in her ear when he freed himself. The length slapped against her buttock and he parted put the cap of his knees to the back of hers to part her. Their favorite thing rolled against her glistening tell-tale as he huffed against her. He was holding on to her hair again, as though she wouldn't want it. "Are you going to live out your life feeling sorry for Naho?" The bulb of his pride was already finding her at this new angle. He wanted to hurt her at increased depth.<br/><br/>It was too much for him, the familiarity of her body and the image of Naho on it. He slammed his palm into a corner of their rectangular pad when he stabbed her. He sighed with frustration as he moved without consideration, connecting his hips to her ass so his cock could seek out her slick. He was crushing her between himself and the absorbing material. It was a practical joust, surging deep while he practiced violence ontop of her.<br/><br/>"This is the last time." he said, breaths fast. He wanted confirmation he'd marked her. Wanted to know the last person that had her wouldn't be his meek brother. Kitato was also addicted, but he'd made up his mind. He couldn't share with his brother. "Say his name." he ordered, pinning her harder with his harshness. He didn't know exactly why that would be a punishment to her, but he wanted to hear what voice she'd use.