Rex scoffed softly under his breath, the sound low and rough.
His hand slid up the back of Aveline’s head, fingers threading into her soft hair before he gently but firmly pulled her backward.
The wet warmft of her mouth left his neck with a soft pop, and the cool air of the dorm hit the fresh mark she’d just sucked into his skin. "Hey, hey... what was that for? Why’d you just give me a hickey?"
Aveline didn’t look away.
Her eyes were half-lidded, dark and glassy from the alcohol and whatever else was burning behind them.
Her breathing was uneven, soft little pants that brushed against his chin.
A slow, almost mischievous smile curved her lips as she reached back, grabbed the wrist of the hand still tangled in her hair, and held it there.
"Hehe... are you into hair-holding, Rex?" she whispered, voice a little slurred, a little too honest.
For a second he just stared at her. Then he let go.
The moment his fingers loosened, Aveline surged forward again, shoving herself against him and crashing her mouth onto his.
This time there was nothing teasing about it.
She kissed him deep, insistent, forcing his lips apart so her tongue could slide against his.
The taste of frost-berry liquor and something sweeter flooded his senses.
Saliva mixed. Heat bloomed. His hands automatically found her waist again, gripping the soft fabric of the oversized grey shirt as she basically tried to crawl into his lap.
This girl...
Rex let it go on for a few more seconds, letting the wet sounds of the kiss fill the quiet living room, before the last of his patience snapped.
He pulled back just enough to speak against her mouth.
"Remember I told you I’m not into being dominated, right?"
Aveline made a small disappointed noise, then pressed a softer kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek.
"Hmm..." she nodded, eyes still locked on his.
"Stand up."
She blinked once, then obeyed.
The couch cushions shifted as she climbed off his lap and stood in front of him, swaying just a little on her feet.
The baggy gray shirt hung almost to her mid-thighs, swallowing her frame.
Her cheeks were still flushed, lips glossu and slightly swollen from the kissing.
Rex leaned back against the couch, looking up at her.
The alcohol was still warm in his blood, but the fog had cleared enough for him to see every small detail— the way her fingers twitched at her sides, the rise and fall of her chest, the faint tremor in her thighs.
"Lift your shirt."
Aveline’s breath hitched.
For half a second she hesitated, then both hands went to the hem of the oversized shirt. She gripped the soft fabric and pulled it upward without looking away from him, dragging it over her toned stomach, past her ribs, until the material bunched just under her breasts.
The cool air of the dorm kissed her bare skin.
Rex stared.
Black lace. That was all she was wearing underneath.
A simple pair of black panties, already slightly damp at the front.
And...
Woah, No bra < rex though.
Just smooth skin, the soft curve of her waist, and the faint, darker bruises still visible along her collarbone and upper chest— the ones that didn’t belong to any academy bully.
"Did I do good?" she asked, voice small and a little shaky, still holding the shirt up.
Rex’s eyes dragged slowly down her body, then back up.
A low, almost amused sound left his throat. "Ah... you little pervert." He reached out, both hands settling on her bare waist, thumbs brushing the soft skin just above the waistband of her panties.
He pulled her closer until she was standing between his knees.
Then he leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right against her belly button, slow and deliberate.
Aveline’s stomach jumped under his mouth.
A soft, surprised moan slipped out of her.
"All this time," he murmured against her skin, "you’ve been sitting around in my shirt with nothing but these on?"
His fingers traced the edge of the black lace. "I only told you to change out of the uniform. Why the hell did you take everything else off?"
Aveline’s cheeks went darker. She looked away, biting her lower lip. "I... I don’t know. It just... felt stuffy. And then... ah... I guess I was just comfortable. Hehe..."
Rex hummed, not quite believing the whole story, but not calling her on it either.
His hands slid lower, palms gliding over the outside of her thighs.
She trembled under the touch.
Slowly, almost lazily, he hooked one finger under the side of her panties and tugged the thin fabric aside.
"Rex...?"
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead he leaned in closer, the warmpth of his breath ghosting over the soft skin of her inner thigh.
His other hand came up, two fingers gently parting her.
Rex laughed sofly, while looking at her wet fold.
She was already dripping— shiny and flushed, the folds of her pussy slick with how wet she’d gotten just from the kissing and the tension.
’Is she a virgin?’ Rex thought to himself as he stared at her.
Though, the scent of her has already hit him, warm and sweet and most noticably of them all was ’desperate’.
Aveline’s whole body tensed. Her free hand shot down and grabbed his shoulder for balance, fingers digging in.
A tiny, choked sound escaped her throat as he slowly spread her open, exposing everything.
"Look at you," he said quietly, almost to himself. His thumb brushed lightly over her clit, just a teasing circle that made her hips jerk. "You’re soaked. And you were sitting on my lap this whole time like this?"
She nodded frantically, eyes squeezed shut for a second before opening again, glassy and hungry. "I— I couldn’t help it. After you said he was... dead to me... and then the way you held me... I just..."
Rex glanced up at her face.
The tears from earlier were still drying on her cheeks, but the look in her eyes now was pure lsut mixed with something almost pleading.
He reached out toward her face, kept his fingers gentle where the old bruises were, careful not to press too hard on the marks left by those 5 retard bully, I mean 4.
Then, that same dark, possessive spark from earlier stirred in his chest again.
"Good girl," he murmured, the words were low and rough.
Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue in one long, slow stripe right up the center of her, tasting her properly for the first time.
Aveline’s knees nearly gave out.
A sharp, broken moan tore out of her as her hips jerked forward against his mouth.
The hand on his shoulder tightened hard enough to leave a scar. "R-Rex— ah...!"
He didn’t stop.
He licked her again, slower this time, flattening his tongue and dragging it from her entrance all the way up to her clit, then circling the swollen little nub with the tip.
The black lace was still pulled aside by his fingers, giving him full access.
Every soft, wet sound of his mouth against her filled the wuiet dorm room, mixed with her increasingly desperate breaths.
Her free hand finally let go of the shirt.
It dropped back down, covering half his face, but she didn’t try to push him away.
Instead she just stood there trembling, thighs shaking, as he kept tasting her like he had all the time in the world.
Rex pulled back just enough to speak, licking the side of his lips. "Still with me?"
Aveline nodded rapidly, hair falling into her eyes. "Y-yes... please don’t stop..."
He smirked faintly, then hooked both hands under the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs in one smooth motion.
She stepped out of them clumsily, kicking them aside.
Completely bare from the waist down now, only the baggy gray shirt still hanging off her shoulders.
Rex sat back for a second, just looking at her.
The alcohol, the leftover adrenaline from the quest, the side-quest notification still floating somewhere in the back of his mind— none of it mattered right now.
All he could focus on was the girl standing in front of him, flushed and wet, looking at him like he was the only solid thing left in the room... ... ... ts sounds so weird I know.
He reached out, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her forward until she had no choice but to climb back onto the couch, straddling his lap again.
This time there was nothing between them but the thin fabric of his pants.
She gasped when she felt how hard he already was, the thick ridge pressing right up against her bare pussy.
"Rex..." she whispered, almost like she was checking if this was still allowed.
He answered by sliding both hands under the shirt, palms gliding up her bare back, careful around the bruises, then down again to grip her ass and pull her tighter against him.
The friction made both of them groan.
"This is still just an accident, right?" he asked, voice rough, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at her.
Aveline let out a breathless little laugh that turned into a moan when she rolled her hips experimentally. "Yeah... just an accident."
Then she leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, deeper, while her hands found the waistband of his pants and started working them open.
Outside the tall windows of the A-Class dorm, the academy grounds were quiet— probably —under the night sky.
Somewhere far off, a distant clock tower chimed the hour.
Neither of them noticed.
Inside, the only sounds left were soft moans, the rustle of fabric, and the quiet, wet slide of skin against skin as the night finally tipped over into something neither of them was going to walk away unchanged.
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Reminder, I’m now the narrator. For now.