He was so proud, massaging her with his best muscle. Holding her he felt more welcome than usual. Of course. There was something with him, tonight. Everything was going right after a few months of them not being even pleasant. Every relationship has it's trying periods, and, like now, they have their triumphs, too. His loved Rei, desiring him like this. Had he been negligent? Perhaps she was as starved for this as he was. It was a sin not to make love to a beauty like this. He would amend.<br/><br/>His tongue wasn't unused to her, but tonight she tasted different. Ah, perhaps this was pheromones. He loved her more for it, and adored the flavor. What did she feel when he pulled her closer so he could have more, and swallow down. Her voice almost broke his heart with longing and confidence. He licked his lips when he came up, and threw his shirt off on the way to the nightstand on the other side. "Yes." he said, stepping out of his trousers and pulling out the drawer. It was no unusual state for Nahoya, to be completely ready for Rei.<br/><br/>He had his quick ritual of wrapping himself, and then he hurried to be inside her. His body had the same kind of potential that Kit had realized. Back when sports had been on the curriculum, the boys had been closer in build. It wouldn't be a thing to hold against the man, the shadows in here were flattering enough, but it did underline a great difference in what strength he could put out with his lower back and upper legs for her. He was even being rougher than usual, and still an uneven, waving thing compared to the fare she'd tasted twice today.<br/><br/>He was affectionate, though, staying close when he could. It was endearing, and endearing was what it could be for her, which might not be enough in this setting, anymore. Had he fed her until she'd had her fill of gentle adoration? She could feel too, what would be devastating to any man - perhaps the younger brother was just healthier, over all. Or perhaps pillaging and taking is exactly what that limb needs to become strong. Nahoya, surprising himself with his ferocity, was having the time of his life atop her.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry. Just bare with me." he said, conceited in a polite way. It was his manly needs after all, perhaps it was too much for her, but he couldn't stop his delving. Like her lover could ever treat her with any kind of disrespect.<br/><br/>On the other side of the wall, Kitato had his head leaned on the wallpaper, eyes cold and volcanic at the same time.