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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He wasn't the only one who shivered at that image, and Harper bit down on her lower lip as she climbed onto the bed next to him, slotted her legs to either side of him, and opened up her thighs as she settled back and onto the pillow. Her long dark curls spread out across it, her hand cupped over her cunt and still hiding it from view -- but all the better to press her fingertips against her entrance.
One slipped inside with embarrassing ease, given how wet she was. Harper gave a soft sound and slid it out again, glistening wet, and traced the entrance of her slit.
She was breathing fast, a little shallowly, looking down the soft curves of her own body at the way her finger disappeared inside of herself again. Her breath hitched and she clenched around it, drawing it out and up towards her clit. It slid easily over it, lubed up by her own want, and Harper drew small, tight circles around it until she had her own thighs trembling.
Then, and only then, did she give herself two fingers, swallowing a groan as she started to open herself up.
On her back, the pressure deep down in her pelvis wasn't quite so intense. She felt fairly confident she could hold it until after.
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"Oh, yeah," he murmured, almost to himself. "God. I'm going to ride you like a fairground carousel. Fuck."
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It didn't make for the best view, but her whole body grew flushed, and she winced, arching slightly as he pinched her other breast. She was soft under his fingers, heavy and warm.
"I-I might come if you keep doing that," she whispered, her voice soft and strained, as a warning.
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He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, teasing, and then drew back, just a little, to position himself properly, lowering one hand to his cock to guide him. When he leaned in again, the swollen tip of him bumped against her fingers, rubbed across her nether lips, teased with no real effort to push inside her yet, until her fingers retreated out of his way.
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With quick, uneven breaths, Harper trembled under his fingers -- her breasts were really sensitive -- and drew her fingers out of her with a soft wet sound, rubbing them up and across her clit, unable to resist one last touch.
Her eyelids fluttered shut at the feeling of Sengo's cock rubbing across her, teasing her, hot and slick against her. It was a little embarrassing sometimes, how eager she'd gotten for this. How much she liked those moments before it all started getting a little blurred together.
He was a tease.
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"Nnmmm," he said, not quite coherently, laughed, and then, one hand bracing beside her on the mattress, reached up to pinch one of her breasts again, finger closing around the edges of her aureola, rubbing, rolling soft skin between his fingertips.
"Fuck you feel good. God. Imagine all the... family reunions... we wasted."
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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.