Kit heard something other than escape in her voice when she was so eager for Naho to leave. He had become too comfortable with his new role as the quiet author of their deceit. There was no assault while they finished the what they'd promised. They were quick about it. Though, her pretty legs and the suggestion of the shirt that swayed drew his concentration. He missed his place against her, and he was playing with that desire in him now. Before that kind of obsession had been a source of dread for him, but now it served as an appetizer. It was a little too much when she tugged at the transparent part of the t-shirt.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, Kitato nodded when she went on about how he'd entertained his brother's notion of a happy family, today. He came closer, containing his intentions best he could, to keep her where she was. She'd not run before though. Really, he was being rather clear about his plans, and she would have noticed if her eyes had been open to it. It did frustrate him, that she could be this dishonest. It was the kind of pretend that had left him feeling sullen for as long as his libido had been awake.<br/><br/>"He's my brother and your boyfriend, after all." Kit said, looking down at her. A cruel injection of fact. His legs folded until his knees were by her feet. "I want him to have the things he wants." Slowly, like reaching for a willing pet, his hand went up her leg, like there was no circumstance he could think of that would let her move away, now. Their quiet kitchen and Naho's shower. He went under the skirt of the shirt and started peeling her shorts down, eyes burrowing into her skull to forbid her from doing anything other than comply. They were by her ankles soon. What a dirty trick, to wear his brother's shirt and then to get it wet. She was still making his life miserable. But now he was in a position to retaliate.<br/><br/>"He seemed to like that you and I are friends now." his vocal chords were harder, body rising. "So I guess we should continue what we're doing, for him." he suggested as he easily lifted her onto the sink, seating her in a similar way he had on her desk. He lifted the hem of the shirt until he could get it over her head, and hang it behind her head without freeing her from the short sleeves. Worn like a vest, it was perfectly demeaning and purposeful. He'd simply meant to expose her, take away more of her power.<br/><br/>"But we don't have much time." he reminded, like she was the one asking for all this. Kit was already peeling her panties down again. And while he rolled her last article down her thighs, he took her wrist to have her hand at his crotch. Flattery, the way she summoned this kind of growth. He meant for her to help him in the same way. The water in the bathroom was a small guarantee for now. He almost wanted her to protest, in any small way, so he could quietly close her mouth with his palm, and return inside her with ferocity.