Sengo & Harper.
When it had first been suggested to Sengo that he tutor his cousin, he hadn't been thrilled.
His solution to classwork had always been psychological: know the professor, tailor the work to flatter them, game the system. It's an approach that was a little hard to teach, but he'd needed the money just then.
The first sight of her had convinced him he wanted to help her with more than her schoolwork. He arranged, between his usual methods, actual hard work, and some genuine teaching, to get her an aced exam.
But with what he'd learned about Harper, he'd managed to find her in a compromising position, a little over her head, and had arranged to feel shocked and scandalized, until she'd asked what she could do for him.
First, he'd told her. Then, before her critical thinking skills could come up with one of the hundreds of good reasons to turn him down, he'd shown her. Sengo had always been a good student of anatomy, and he was sure, if he could just teach her how clever his hands and mouth were, that she wouldn't think it was a bad idea at all.
And so far, he'd been right. Fucking Harper had been deliriously fun, dangerously addictive, and he'd found after a while that he no longer had to press or find excuses to get her eager, which was even better, and lead them to where they were tonight, in her dorm room with a sock on the door.
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"Sh-shut up about that," she stammered, flushing. Even if it did excite her, she still wasn't fully on board with being okay that she was into it- but she knew that Sengo liked reminding her.
Harper's nipple hardened up immediately as he pinched her, one breast bouncing with their movement and the other staying put under his hand and she pressed her lips together with the effort of not making too much noise.
"What if someone hears you?"
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He stopped, panting, and pushed forward, another inch into her, and another, and another, enjoying the tightness, the almost-painful pressure he knew must be worse for her. He pinched her chest harder this time, rocking his hips and watching the tit he hasn't anchored under his hand bouncing.
"She's kinda cute. If she was there, we could always invite her in... to suck your tits... while I focused... mmm. Here."
He bucked his hips one more time, sliding the last inch of him in until he hilted inside her.
"But I wouldn't fuck her," he promised. "Because she... can't fit me... like my cousin can." He let his voice drop to a quiet growl, so that even if someone was listening they wouldn't overhear.