Aveline kept moving, slow at first, then a little faster, rolling her hips so the soft heat of her bare pussy dragged up and down the hard length still trapped inside Rex’s pants.
Every pass made a wet little sound.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
Soft, broken noises kept slipping out of her mouth against his neck.
The baggy gray shirt had ridden up again, bunched under her arms, the cool air of the dorm kissed her armpit, back, sides, every part of her body. The sweat already starting to form on her back.
Rex lasted maybe another thirty seconds of that before the last thread of his patience snapped.
He caught both of her wrists in one hand, pulled them gently but firmly away from his shoulders, and spun her around so her back was pressed to his chest.
She let out a small squeak of surprise as he guided her down onto the couch cushions in front of him, knees apart, facing the glowing TV screen that was still playing some half-forgotten action movie neither of them had looked at in a long time.
"Rex—?"
"Shh." His voice was low, right against her ear.
He hooked both hands under her knees and slowly pushed them wider, spreading her open until her thighs trembled from the stretch.
"You’re pretty flexible, Aveline." He said and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck, then another just under her ear. "Didn’t expect that."
Aveline’s hands flew up to cover her face. A muffled, embarrassed sound escaped her as the cool air of the room brushed against how wet she already was.
Rex didn’t give her time to overthink it.
One of his hands stayed on her inner thigh, keeping her open, while the other slid down between her legs.
Two fingers parted her slick folds and slowly pushed inside.
She was tight. Almost painfully so. The moment his fingers curled, her whole body jerked and a sharp little cry tore out of her throat.
Rex slowed down immediately, working her open with careful, steady strokes, the pad of his thumb circling her clit in lazy, deliberate circles.
The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her filled the quiet living room, mixed with the distant noise of the movie still playing on the TV.
"That’s it," he murmured against the back of her neck, kissing the skin there between words. "Just breathe. I’ve got you."
Aveline’s hands stayed over her face for a while, but eventually one of them dropped to grab his wrist, not to stop him, just to hold on.
But as time passed, she couldn’t help but move, moving her hips on their own, small, helpless rolls that met every thrust of his fingers.
The embarrassment was still there, but the pleasure was winning.
Soft, broken moans kept slipping past her lips. "Ngh~ r-rex... ah...!" Her thighs shook harder the closer she got.
Rex felt her start to tighten around his fingers, the rhythmic clench that told him she was right on the edge.
He didn’t slow down. If anything he pressed a little deeper, curling against that soft spot inside her while his thumb kept working her clit. "R-rex.... Ah...! W-wait?!"
"WAIT...!" Aveline’s back suddenly arched hard against his chest. "Rex! Something’s weird coming out... REX! AH...!!" A high, almost startled cry ripped out of her as she came, her whole body shaking.
Clear fluid spilled over his hand and down her thighs, dripping onto the couch cushions in messy little splatters.
She kept trembling through it, breath hitching, soft broken sounds still leaving her mouth even after the biggest wave had passed.
Rex eased his fingers out slowly, wiping them absently on the edge of the couch before guiding her down to sit beside him.
She was still breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes a little unfocused.
He stood up in front of her, the dim light from the TV catching the lines of his bare torso.
Without wasting any time, he pushed his pants and underwear down in one motion and kicked them aside.
Aveline’s eyes dropped. Then widened.
Rex was already hard— actually. Since the beginning, he was hard but just has been holding himself —thick and flushed, girthy and vejny.
She stared for a long second like she was trying to process the size of him.
Then, almost on instinct, she slid off the couch and onto her knees in front of him.
Her hands came up, hesitant, and she pressed her cheek gently against the hot length of his cock, looking up at his face with those same glassy, slightly drunk eyes.
"It’s... huge," she whispered. "Are we actually doing it?"
Rex looked down at her, one hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "If you don’t want to, I’ll stop. Right now."
My dick hurts...
Aveline shook her head so fast her glasses (still somehow on his face from earlier) almost slid. (Talm about Aveline shaking her head so she’s practically shaking rex too... so the glasses are pretty much sliding.)
She stood up quickly, both hands flat against his chest, and pushed him backward until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he sat down hard.
"No. I don’t want to stop!" Her voice was soft but steady. "I... I wanna continue this accident." a shy blushed formed in her cheek.
A quiet laugh escaped him at that. "Accident? Is this still an accident?"
She smiled, a little shy, a little reckless. "A super accident."
Then she climbed back onto his lap, knees on either side of his hips, and reached down between them. Her fingers wrapped loosely around him, guiding the thick head until it rested right against her entrance.
She was still soaked from earlier, the tip of him already slick just from the contact. "If we’re continuing..." she muttered, cheeks burning, "can I... can I do it myself?"
Rex’s hands settled on the hem of the oversized gray shirt that was still hanging off her.
He pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion.
She lifted her arms without protest, and the shirt landed somewhere on the floor behind the couch.
Completely bare now. Soft breasts, flushed skin, the dark bruises visible along her collarbone and shoulder.
He looked at her for a second longer than necessary before answering. "Yeah. You can. I’ll let you."
Aveline leaned in, kissed him once more— soft and a little desperate —then pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth, "I’ll savor this."
She took a shaky breath, adjusted her angle, and slowly started to sink down.
The first inch alone made her freeze. Her eyes went wide.
A small, pained sound caught in her throat.
Rex felt it immediately— the almost impossible tightness, the way her body resisted even though she was dripping.
He stayed completely still, hands resting lightly on her hips, letting her set the pace.
She kept going, little by little, jaw clenched, until she was about halfway down.
That was when he felt something warm and different trickle down his thigh.
He glanced down.
A thin trail of dark red was sliding along the inside of her pale thigh.
A soft, almost disbelieving laugh left him. Not mocking. Just surprised.
His hands came up, one settling gently on the small of her back, the other reaching to cup her face so she had to look at him.
"Hey. Hey... look at me."Aveline’s eyes were shiny. One tear had already slipped free and was tracking down her cheek.
She was still focused so hard on trying to take more of him that she barely seemed to notice.
Rex leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, then another to her cheek where the tear was.
"You’re focusing too hard," he murmured.
His free hand slid up her back, careful around the older bruises, and pulled her gently forward so her chest pressed against his face.
He turned his head and closed his mouth around one of her nipples, sucking lightly, then biting just enough to make her gasp.
The distraction worked— her hips stuttered and she stopped forcing herself lower.
"Does it hurt?" he asked against her skin, voice quieter now.
She nodded, another tear falling. "Actually... It does... i-i didn’t know it would hurt this much... (´;ω;｀)"
Rex didn’t try to push deeper. Instead he stayed right where he was, only halfway inside her, and just started kissing the places that already hurt for different reasons.
Soft, lingering kisses along the bruises on her collarbone.
Along the old finger-shaped marks on her shoulder. Up the side of her neck. Across her cheek again.
Each one slow and deliberate, like he was trying to rewrite every mark that didn’t belong to him.
"Breathe with me," he said quietly between kisses. "You’re doing fine. We don’t have to rush this. Just stay right here."
His hands kept stroking her back in steady, grounding circles. "I’ve got you. You’re safe. No one’s gonna hurt you while you’re with me. Not him. Not anyone, okay?"
Aveline’s breathing slowly evened out.
The sharp pain started to dull into something more manageable— a deep stretch instead of a sharp burn.
She rested her forehead against his, eyes closed, letting him keep kissing the old bruises while her body adjusted around him.
After a minute or two she tested a small movement of her hips.
It still ached, but it didn’t make her want to stop anymore.
Rex felt the change. He pulled back just enough to look at her face. "Still with me?"
She nodded, a tiny, watery smile appearing. "Yeah... I’m okay now."
"Good." He brushed another kiss against her lips, soft and unhurried. "Whenever you’re ready. Your pace."
Aveline took one more steadying breath. Then, slowly, carefully, she started sinking the rest of the way down. Inch by inch, until she was fully seated in his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
A long, shaky moan left both of them at the same time.
She was impossibly ’tight’, hot, and still faintly trembling, but she didn’t pull away.
She just stayed there, arms wrapped around his neck, forehead pressed to his, breathing the same air while her body finished adjusting to the full stretch of him.
Outside, the academy clock tower chimed again, soft and distant.
Neither of them heard it.
Inside the A-Class dorm, the only things that mattered were the quiet sound of their breathing, the slow slide of skin against skin as Aveline finally started to move, and the soft, ’possessive’ way Rex held her.
And ahem... Rex and Aveline promised to eachother that’s the so-called ’accident’ wasn’t going to end anytime soon.