Yu got to him first.
She grabbed the front of his shirt the second they crossed the bedroom threshold and pulled him toward the bed, her mouth already on his, kissing him hard enough that he stumbled backward over his own feet. Her robe was open and her body pressed against him, warm and bare against him, aggressive. She was staking her claim before the sheets were even pulled back.
A hand caught his shoulder from behind.
"Not like that." Midnight's voice, low and calm, directly in his ear. She pulled him back from Yu by a half step. "Let me show you."
Yu's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"You're rushing." Midnight stepped around to face him, her hand still on his shoulder. She looked at Yu. "Foreplay isn't a race."
"It's not a lecture either."
"Everything worth doing well benefits from proper instruction."
Riku stood between them. Yu in front, robe hanging open, flushed and competitive. Midnight beside him, still fully clothed, composed, her aroma already thickening the air. Two pro heroes in a bedroom and him in the middle, the Allure Aura spiking hard enough that he could feel it pushing against the walls.
He looked between them. Their hunger was visible and completely different. Yu's was open, her body saying everything her mouth usually covered with jokes. She wanted him and she wanted to be the one he looked at while she had him. Midnight's was controlled, her dark eyes steady and evaluating, calculating how to take this apart piece by piece.
"Both of you," he said. "At the same time. That's how this works."
Yu's competitive edge sharpened. Midnight's composure didn't change, but her aroma pulsed.
They undressed him together.
Yu pulled his shirt off, fast, impatient. Midnight unbuckled his belt, slow, deliberate. Yu's hands were everywhere, palms flat on his chest, fingers trailing down his stomach. Midnight folded the belt and set it on the nightstand, then unzipped him with the focused precision of someone disarming a device.
His clothes hit the floor. Yu's robe followed. She shrugged it off and let it pool behind her, naked and challenging. Daring Midnight to match her.
Midnight undressed herself without the dare. Blouse unbuttoned and draped over the chair. Bra unhooked. Jeans stepped out of. Underwear last. Methodical. No performance from either of them. Yu because she was past performing. Midnight because she'd never started.
Two naked women stood on either side of him and the room smelled like sex before anyone had touched anything.
Yu dropped to her knees first.
Her mouth was on his cock before Midnight had finished folding her jeans. Yu took him deep, immediately, her green eyes looking up at him with a grin that said watch me. Her hand wrapped around the base, her tongue working, the wet sounds loud and deliberate in the bedroom.
Midnight knelt beside her.
She didn't grab. Didn't compete for position. She watched Yu's technique for three strokes, clinical, assessing. Then she leaned in.
Yu pulled off with a wet sound and Midnight's mouth replaced hers.
Different. Where Yu was enthusiasm and speed, Midnight was pressure and control. Slow, deliberate, her tongue doing things Yu's hadn't, her eyes on Riku's face, reading every reaction. She took him to the back of her throat and held there, breathing through her nose, watching him from below with those steady dark eyes.
Yu watched Midnight's mouth on his cock and her jaw set. She put her hand on his thigh and waited, her body pressed against his leg, her warmth radiating against him. When Midnight pulled off, Yu went back in. Deeper than before. Faster. Making a point. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
They alternated.
Mouth after mouth. Technique against technique. Yu's loud enthusiasm leaving him slick, Midnight's controlled depth leaving him shaking. The wet sounds of two women's mouths on him overlapped, filled the room. His groans fed both of them, the competition sharpening with every reaction he gave.
Yu looked up at him while she worked. Green eyes and a grin that was pure challenge. She swallowed him until her nose pressed against his stomach and held there, her throat working, her eyes never leaving his.
Midnight's gaze lifted. Dark eyes, steady and intense. She found the spot under the head that made his hips jerk and stayed there, tongue pressing, pressure calibrated, watching his jaw clench.
Both women's saliva mixed on his cock. Slick and messy, the sound obscene. Midnight's aroma was thick in the room, Yu's competitive heat adding a second layer that made the air heavy and charged.
Riku's hands found both their heads. One in blonde hair, one in dark. Both women felt his fingers tighten at the same time and neither pulled away.
He pulled Yu up.
She came willingly, rising from her knees, her mouth wet, lips swollen. He kissed her and pushed her onto the bed. She fell back, legs open, ready, her body pink and aroused. He knelt between her thighs.
Midnight moved behind him. Her body pressed against his back, breasts against his shoulder blades. Her mouth found his ear. Her hands slid around him, palms flat on his chest, her fingers trailing down his stomach. Her aroma was concentrated this close, focused, making his skin tingle wherever she touched.
"The inside of her left thigh," Midnight said. Quiet. Just for him. "Harder than you think."
He pressed his mouth to the inside of Yu's left thigh. Hard. She jerked, her hips lifting off the bed. "AH. What the, how did you."
Midnight's mouth curved against his ear. "Higher now. Slower."
He moved higher. Slower. His mouth trailing up the inside of Yu's thigh, following Midnight's instructions, Midnight's breath hot at his neck. Yu was watching him come closer, her chest rising and falling fast, her hands gripping the sheets.
His mouth found her.
Yu gasped. Loud, immediate, her back arching. He licked her following Midnight's whispers, broad strokes first then focusing where Midnight told him to. Midnight read Yu's body, whispered to Riku, Riku adjusted, Yu reacted louder.
"Ah, how does she, nn, oh fuck."
Yu's coherence degraded fast. Midnight's whispered instructions were translating perfectly through his tongue and the result was Yu's hands grabbing his hair and her hips grinding against his face and sounds coming out of her that she couldn't control.
Midnight's hands roamed his back while she directed. Her fingers traced his spine, feeling the muscle flex as he worked. Her aroma spiked every time Yu moaned.
Yu came with her thighs locked around his head. "AH, nn, NNAH." Loud. The loudest person in any room, screaming into the ceiling of her own apartment. Her body arched and her nails tore at the sheets and Midnight behind him made a sound, a quiet "mm," her aroma flooding the room.
Yu could hear the echo of her own voice as she came down. She could see Midnight behind Riku, composed, having just orchestrated that from three feet away.
Yu's face burned.
Midnight smiled.
"My turn," Midnight said.
They switched. Midnight lay back on the bed, her dark hair spreading across Yu's pillow. Riku moved between her thighs. Yu slid off the bed and knelt beside him, still shaky from her orgasm, her hand finding his cock. She stroked him, keeping him hard, her grip familiar and firm.
Riku's mouth on Midnight was different from his mouth on Yu. He'd learned her body in their private sessions. Knew where she was sensitive and the specific pressure on her clit that made her jaw clench. Knew the pace that cracked her composure. He started there. Get faster updates on NovelPing.
Midnight's reaction was quieter than Yu's. No screams, no narration. Her thighs tensed against his cheeks and her hips tilted, a micro-movement. Her jaw set, eyes closing, fingers finding the sheets.
Yu watched from beside them, stroking Riku with one hand, her eyes on Midnight's face. Watching the composure crack. Seeing the flush creep up Midnight's chest, her breathing shifting from controlled to effortful. Yu's lips curved.
"Not so in charge now," Yu said.
Midnight's eyes opened. Dark, sharp, the composure holding by threads. "I am perfectly, nn."
Her aroma spiked. She felt it happen and couldn't stop it. Yu felt it too. The whole room pulsed with it, warm and heavy, Midnight's quirk responding to stimulation she couldn't regulate.
Yu's smirk widened. "Your quirk is showing."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Riku pressed harder with his tongue. Midnight's comeback died in her throat, replaced by a sound she bit off behind closed teeth. "Mm." Her hips ground against his mouth once, involuntary, before she caught herself.
Yu's hand on his cock tightened. She was watching Midnight's face.
Midnight came quietly. A sharp inhale, her thighs clamping, her body going rigid for three seconds. The aroma flooded the room so hard Yu's eyes went glassy. A single bitten "Mm" that she'd deny making if asked.
Her hands were shaking when she sat up.
Yu looked at her. Midnight looked at Yu. Something shifted between them that neither of them named.
Riku sat between them on the bed. Both women's taste on his mouth, both their bodies warm against his sides. His cock was hard, aching, Yu's hand still loosely wrapped around the base. The Allure Aura was pushing outward in waves that neither woman was resisting anymore.
"So," Yu said. She was looking at Midnight. "What happens now."
Midnight looked at Riku's cock, then at Yu, then back.
"Now," she said, "we stop competing and start cooperating."
Yu considered this. Her hand squeezed Riku once, slowly, and he inhaled through his teeth.
"Fine," she said. "But I go first."
"Naturally," Midnight said. Her composure was back, but her aroma was still thick enough to taste. "You were here first." A pause. "This time."
Yu glared at her. Then grinned. The grin had teeth.
She climbed onto Riku's lap.