Everywhere there could have been a punishment, her smarting condescension, there were treats instead, to feed his ego and inflate his lust. No pressure to her hands to keep him off, and her lips were starved like this. He'd almost had to push his palm against her, when his finger was inside, the way her hips lifted to have him. How disappointed she breathed when he had to stop to take the other side. It let him know this was not bewilderment, in her, though passion can't be entirely calculated, either.<br/><br/>And there she was with her welcoming, opened limbs, ready for his. It was the most loving he'd ever seen her toward him, and it seemed as honest as it was lewd. When she clung to him, he punished her with bravado. The closes their Nahoya had come to this kind of pace was the first time she and he'd been together, and that was because he didn't have the mind to do anything else, yet. Since then, the older brother had perfected the tender togetherness he'd shower her with whenever they had the privacy and time. Which according to her was rarer, these days.<br/><br/>With her eager, Kitato had no thoughts of searching caresses and apologizing questions. Maybe he suspected how famished she was for something passionate, and saw no value in feather kisses and smiles with history. He had a strong body, still petitioning to grow to find its center of strength. Now it had strength everywhere. His hands hooked under her lifted knees when she said his name like she was drowning, and needed him to help it happen. It let him freely move into her with great collisions. Her body was shaping after his, the way she held on to him every time he had to retreat to ready another thrust.<br/><br/>She had never said his brother's name this way, and made Kitato dizzy with confidence. One hand pushed her knee further into her chest while the other let go of that leg until she laid down fully on the papers. The free hand locked around her throat, nothing threatening but nothing tender, to keep her inner flat and straight as he moved the desk with his urgency. She'd already made sounds to let him know she was close. He was going to bully her over like this.<br/><br/>It was too much in this burning room, but anything less would have been an insult to their new truth. He squeezed the back of her thigh, pushed it against her, and held her throat a little harder to distort the sound of his name from her when he felt restraint was too late. He wanted to offer her something, it'd be fair to let her know, but he thought he wanted to sign her when the crimson laid over his eyes and the pleasure was its own torrent. He moved hurriedly, lethally, then, until he spilled inside her, boiling, dangerous.<br/><br/>Kitato dropped his head when he let her's go, sliding thumb from her throat, but didn't retreat from her squeezing heat. He let go of the one leg and wiped his mouth with the shirt still hanging on his forearm. The way he looked at her suggested he'd taught her something, but it wasn't smug. But now you know, Rei. It was a quintessential difference between the brothers. Though it was hard for any man not to be incredibly pleased and proud, Kit was also now expectant of their future. He leaned over and kissed her possessively, hand in her perfectly messy hair, before he finally withdrew and threaded the shirt to stick to his body.<br/><br/>The sounds of the outside were slowly taking the place of his breaths and her voice with his name. This was the room where they'd perfectly honored Catullus and thought nothing of Nahoya. Kitato ran his hand over his scalp to put the black fangs back in place.<br/><br/>Off to the side, half in the air, her phone started vibrating. The face was a smiling bespectacled man, and she'd named him Nahoya<3.<br/><br/>Kitato grinned and started walking to get his bag.