He carried her across the bedroom with one arm under her knees and the other around her back. She didn't weigh much. Yukino kept her arms crossed and her mouth shut the entire way, staring at his face like she was waiting for him to explain himself.
He laid her on the bed. Her hair spread across the pillow and she looked up at him, furious. Leo stood over her in his towel, still damp from the bath, water tracking down his stomach. The towel was doing nothing to hide that he was hard.
She kept her eyes on his face. Deliberately.
"You have the self-control of an animal."
He put one knee on the bed. "You can leave if you want."
She didn't move.
He leaned over her, one hand beside her head, close enough that she could feel the heat still coming off his skin. "You waited outside that door for over an hour, Yukino."
"Don't flatter yourself."
He leaned in and kissed her neck. She went rigid, and his other hand came to rest on her chest where he could feel her heartbeat picking up under his palm. "Get off me."
He answered by sealing her lips with his, delivering a near-bruising kiss that made her grunt at the sharp bite to her lower lip. She groaned plaintively at the tug. It stopped as suddenly as it started, leaving her staring at him, flushed, and he kissed her again before she pulled away. This time she kissed him back without the bite, her hand coming up to grip his wrist where it braced against the mattress.
His free hand went to the top button of her blouse. She stiffened.
"Relax."
"Don't tell me to relax."
His touch was careful and practiced as he undid the first button, then the second. She watched his hand but didn't stop him. Third button, fourth, and the blouse fell open. White bra underneath, simple, functional. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders and she lifted just enough to let it slide free, then lay back down with her arms rigid at her sides, fists clenched in the sheets.
He unhooked the bra. She closed her eyes. His towel had come loose somewhere between the kissing and the unbuttoning. Neither of them acknowledged it.
He let out a long, slow breath. She was nothing like Asuna. Paler, slimmer, her skin cool to the touch even in the warm room. Smaller breasts, light pink nipples already tight. Her collarbone stood out sharp under her skin. He wasn't ever getting over how different the two of them were.
He kissed her collarbone.
"Is this what you do with all your servants?" Her voice was steady but her heartbeat wasn't, and he could still feel it hammering under his palm.
"Just the ones who eavesdrop."
She let out a short "hmph." He kissed lower, across the swell of her breast, and took her nipple in his mouth. Her hand shot up and grabbed his hair. He sucked gently, ran his tongue across the tip, and her breathing went shallow. He moved to the other side and her fingers twisted in his hair. When he scraped his teeth lightly she made a sound through clenched teeth, barely audible, and turned her face into the pillow. A low whimper slipped past her lips. He exhaled sharply against her skin.
His hand slid down her stomach. Her abs tensed under his fingers. He reached the waistband of her skirt and paused.
"Still want me to stop?"
"I never said stop." Muffled by the pillow. "I said get off me. Those are different."
He pulled her skirt down. She lifted her hips. White underwear, damp. He hooked his thumb under the elastic and dragged them down her thighs. She pressed her legs together on reflex, then slowly, deliberately, relaxed them apart.
He touched her. His composure broke for a moment, eyes widening in surprise at how wet she already was, enough that she'd been soaking through for a while if her underwear was any indication. His fingers slid along her slit and she bit down hard on nothing, jaw locked. He found her clit and circled it, light pressure, and her hips twitched.
"You're soaked."
"Shut up." She tried to sound stubborn. It came out a plea.
He kept his touch slow. Her hand was still in his hair, pulling harder every time he changed pressure. Her breathing kept slipping, evening out for a second before hitching again. When he slid a finger inside her she sucked in a breath, thighs tensing around his hand. Tight, hot, her body gripping him. He curled forward, found the angle, and her whole body jerked.
"S-stop..."
He added a second finger, kept his thumb on her clit. She was rocking against his hand in small, involuntary movements, her head still turned into the pillow. She pressed her lips together hard, breathing through her nose, but she kept rolling against his hand. His mouth left her breast and trailed down, kissing across her ribs, her stomach, her hip, her inner thigh. She finally looked at him. Flushed from her cheeks to her chest.
He put his mouth on her.
Her back arched off the bed. She grabbed a fistful of sheets with one hand and his hair with the other. He licked up her slit, flat tongue, slow, and her thighs clamped against his head. He focused on her clit. Steady pressure, tongue circling, and within seconds she was shaking.
She came fast. Her whole body went taut and the sound she made was furious, like he'd done something unforgivable. He gentled his mouth and rode it out, fingers still inside her, feeling her pulse around them.
When the shaking stopped she lay there, chest heaving, arm thrown over her eyes. He wiped his mouth on his shoulder and moved back up over her.
"You..."
"Mm?"
She took her arm off her eyes. Grabbed the bra still tangled in the sheets and threw it at his face. He caught it. She was flushed down to her chest, hair stuck to her forehead, lips swollen.
She raised her arms above her head and looked away.
He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised at the rush that hit him looking at her like that, arms up and eyes turned to the wall, but it hardly even compared to anything he'd felt before.
Her gaze traveled down. She swallowed.
He settled between her legs. She was slick and swollen and when the head of his cock pressed against her entrance she tensed, her hand shooting up to grip his forearm hard enough that her nails broke skin.
"Go slow," she said.
He pushed in. Slow, just the head, and she inhaled through her teeth. Her grip on his arm turned white-knuckled. He held still, but her legs hooked around his hips and pulled him deeper. Her breath caught and she buried her face against his neck. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing slow, and he felt her relax around him, just slightly. She pulled him the rest of the way in. He couldn't help a low, startled sound at the sensation of actually being inside her. He had, of course, had his fingers in her only minutes ago, but this hardly even compared.
He started to move. She was tight enough that it blanked his head, the summit and everything after it just gone. Her nails bit into his neck. He pulled back and pushed in again, a little deeper, and her breath hitched. Her legs tightened around him.
She was quiet under him, jaw set, eyes shut. Short, controlled exhales through her nose. She was rationing every sound like it cost her something.
He shifted his angle. Her eyes flew open and she grabbed his face with both hands, then his shoulders, then her nails were dragging down his back.
He kept that angle. Deeper. Small sounds on every thrust, getting louder despite the way she pressed her lips together. Her hips started meeting his, grinding up against him when he pushed in. The feeling of her tightening around him was nearly enough to finish him right there. The sight of her squirming and trembling under him, hair sticking to sweat-slick skin, pressing up into him with every thrust... he was saving this mental image.
"Leo.." Softer than he'd ever heard her say it. "don't stop, I..."
He kissed her and she moaned into his mouth, clenching around him, her whole body pulling him in. She came with her fingers digging into his back, his name half-formed on her lips.
He lasted longer this time. Held her through it, kept moving while she shook, and when he came he pressed in deep and went still, his face against her neck, both of them breathing hard.
Her fingers loosened on his back. She turned her head and looked at the ceiling, chest still rising and falling.
He lifted himself onto his elbows and looked down at her. Hair a mess across the pillow, a bite mark on her collarbone he didn't remember leaving. She glared at him, but the glare had no teeth.
He grinned.
"Don't say it."
"Say what?"
"Whatever you're about to say. Don't."
He kissed her forehead instead. She closed her eyes and let him. He stayed there for a second longer than he needed to. She smelled like his sheets now.
The bathroom door opened.
Asuna stood in the doorway wrapped in a towel, hair still damp, skin pink from washing. Her eyes went from Leo to Yukino to the discarded clothes across the bed. Color flooded her face.
"I... um."
Leo rolled onto his back. "Come here."
Her towel was clutched so hard her knuckles were white, but she walked to the bed anyway. Sat on the edge, close enough that her knee touched his hip. She was looking at Yukino, not him. Yukino met her eyes, then looked away first.
He reached up and tucked her damp hair behind her ear. She leaned into the touch. His hand slid down to her shoulder, tugged gently at the towel.
She let it fall.
She was still flushed from earlier, skin warm and soft. Her eyes traveled across Yukino's body, then she looked down at herself, then away.
He pulled her down onto the bed beside him. She settled against his side, hand resting on his chest. He kissed her, slow and familiar, and she opened her mouth for him immediately, fingers curling against his skin.
When he pulled back, Yukino was watching them.
He turned to Yukino. She let him pull her close, body pressing along his, and when he kissed her she bit his lip and licked the sting away.
Asuna's hand on his chest slid lower. He was getting hard again, and when her fingers wrapped around him he exhaled, pressing into her grip. She stroked him slow, watching his face.
Yukino's hand covered hers.
Asuna looked at her, startled. She didn't look back. Her cheeks were burning and she was staring hard at the ceiling, but her hand stayed where it was, following the rhythm.
Asuna's thumb circled the head of his cock while Yukino squeezed the base, and his hips jerked hard enough that both of them felt it.
He turned toward Asuna and kissed her neck. On his other side, Yukino pressed her mouth to his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin.
He turned Asuna onto her back and pushed inside her. She took him easily, still slick from earlier, and her breath left her in a long, open moan. Soft and slick and so, so good. Her hips rolled up to meet every thrust.
Yukino watched from beside them, propped on one elbow. Her hand found Asuna's and laced their fingers together, and Asuna squeezed back.
He reached for Yukino with his free hand, found the back of her neck and pulled her close, kissing her while he moved inside Asuna. Her hand slid down Asuna's stomach, hesitant, then more deliberate. When her fingers found where they were joined, Asuna's voice cracked.
"Yu... Yukino-san..."
Her fingers circled Asuna's clit, light, tentative. Asuna grabbed her wrist and held it there. He thrust deeper and Asuna hooked her ankles behind his back, pulling him in.
Asuna scarcely managed a whimper, fingers fisting in the sheets, cunt squeezing around him.
He pulled out of Asuna, breathing hard, and turned to Yukino. She was already on her back.
He pushed into her and she made a sharp, quiet sound. Still sensitive from before, still wet, and this time there was no resistance. She took all of him at once and her thighs clamped around his waist and she pulled him close.
Asuna curled against her side, breath still ragged, and pressed her lips to Yukino's shoulder, then her neck. When her mouth found the spot just below her ear, Yukino made a sound she hadn't made all night.
"Leo..." One hand found Asuna's hair, the other dug into his shoulder, holding onto both of them while he fucked her. Asuna's mouth stayed at her neck, breathing against her skin, and her whole body shuddered between them.
He felt her tighten around him and didn't hold back. He came with her, her hand gripping his shoulder, Asuna's breath warm against her skin.
He collapsed onto his back between them. When he came to, Asuna had nestled into his left side, already half-asleep, her hand resting over his heart. Yukino lay on his right, staring at the ceiling, her breathing slowly evening out.
He turned his head toward her. She didn't look at him.
Asuna made a sleepy, contented sound against his chest.
Yukino finally looked at him. Her eyes were wet, her cheeks still flushed. She opened her mouth, closed it, and said nothing.
She looked away again. Closed her eyes.
Her hand found his under the covers.
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