Kitato stayed still, like her focus could come back and reveal his charade. He moved when she did, because it felt like the unspoken but building lie was healing, then. His hands found her and he petted her where Naho would. Shoulders, head, wherever comfort could find her without any suggestions. To Kitato, sharing some kind of affirmation of affection was more than he'd had in most of his life from this woman. He felt a little bitter, thinking of how something like this could have sustained him, years ago. Brown-to-red eyes opened wider in the hot room when she poured more honesty into his ears.<br/><br/>He kissed her head when it came to his mouth. Fever was some kind of extracting serum, then. Any doubt of the cleanliness of these confessions was methodically obliterated by the stellar rewards. He chose to revel in her complaint about her self restraint. Love. He wanted that too, the moment she put it up between them. Perhaps it was possessive. Perhaps it was something he could have used when he lost both of them to each other. Or maybe he'd be content, ripping her apart when Naho wasn't looking.<br/><br/>Kit stayed longer at that thought than he intended, and was surprised when her shuffling landed her hands over his heart. True to his red blood, he licked his lips slowly. She was radiating her temperature at him. With sickness's wilt, she was glorious. A breath clawed its way in when she asked him for his kiss. She never asked him for anything but discretion. He was about to answer with what could be appropriate pressure for her state when she came to him herself.<br/><br/>He thought to be Naho, still, and wondered what big brother's hands would do - he was stunned by her participation, and was sure this was new for her, too - until her tongue wet its plumb frame so it could have at him again. "Rei." he said before he kissed her like he wanted to, even if the technique was tell-tale. He trusted to her addle when his acting couldn't cover. Sympathy for the girl, then, because it helped what he wanted, too.<br/><br/>Kitato massaged her mouth open with his own, playing with her boiling slick now that it was keen on coming out. Impossibly charming Rei, in her confusion that brandished her honesty. "I want you too." He said and pulled the blanket from between them. His hand on the back of her neck, craning her into his continued violent kiss. A mashing of breaths as he fondled her shoulder blades. For someone as traveled as the sordid Kit, this was new.<br/><br/>He meant to rip her soaking shirt off. It was Nahoya's anyway. But he wanted more from her. So he held her tightly while their mouths burned together, and rolled onto his back with her legs around him. His hands found the low of the top, and went inside to her sweaty skin. Kitato betrayed himself, with the firmness of the hill she was resting on, but he didn't need to keep that secret now.<br/><br/>Nahoya bumped his forehead into the steering wheel. He'd taken Rei's computer in the rush to get ready after doting on her. A frown as the world contributed to the well deserved knot in his stomach. It was too much anxiety for such a small mistake. Most of it was on his account, anyway. He sighed and shook his head when he turned around in an illegal way. He would be late, and he hated that. He couldn't think of anything he hated more.<br/><br/>Kitato found her breasts underneath the saturated cotton, and held them softly at first, before pushing to have the poor, sick woman sit up. She could appreciate the bulge dividing her mounds through the pajama bottoms of her choice. "Since we're no being fair, let's be honest." he said and pushed his feet into the mattress to hoist her a little higher. He couldn't be a classical Nahoya, so he'd be something else for her to confess to. A miasma of her needs, then, through the filter of illness.<br/><br/>His hands traveled through the neck of the shirt, up passed her neck and jaw, to grab her hair solidly, and push her back a little, to add delusion or infuse her with strength. It was a lover's trick Naho had never known. Kit drew his fingertips over her beautiful, affected face, until two fingers could hook into her mouth, and the other hand held her throat. It was all mostly to keep her in place and to inspire her to move on her own.<br/><br/>"Show me how you feel, Rei Yoshino." he encouraged, length twitching, folded beneath her.