nymphomania

by snowfrostnocturne

Summary:

After an unfortunate encounter with an aphrodisiac, Mualani desperately tries to keep it together when Kinich comes over for an unexpected visit at the People of the Springs.

The worst part? He thinks she’s sick.

Heatstroke…? Sure, let’s go with that.

Notes:

That second layer of shirt Kinich wears as an outer layer? I could not be bothered to figure it all out, so it just doesn't exist, okay? T-T

Mualani raises her hands high into the air, fingers linked and arching her back like a stretching cat. With a questionable moan rumbling out of her throat, she pinches her eyes closed and feels the muscles beneath her skin tremble with the extension. After another pitched whine and a squeak, she untenses her body and allows her arms to drop to her side, a breath huffing out from between her wet lips.

The sun is warm on her damp skin, chasing away the embrace of the ocean that still curls its cold fingers around her ardently, beckoning her to return to the place where the waves crash to the symphony of the deep world and join their dance. Droplets of sea water drip from her bangs to cling onto her eyelashes before they are blinked away and kissed onto her cheeks, erasing any progress the sun has made on her skin to entice her back to golden land and bathe in its gilded glow.

Staring out towards where the glittering ocean meets the azure sky at the horizon, Mualani feels her heart sing in elation at the sight. The waves were great today, and the weather remains clear. Even the Qucusaurs seems to have put pride aside to soar through the calm skies far away from home in Koholasaur territory, dotting the blue heavens with the taunting colors of illusory dawn mixing with dreamy dusk.

Spreading her arms out wide to either side of her, she tilts her head back and allows the sun its victory over her. Closing her eyes once again, she vividly feels the coldness on her skin melt away akin to the snowflakes fleeing Dragonspine accidentally encountering the humid winds of Liyue, and laid to rest within the marshes down below. The ocean doesn’t give up the fight yet, however, lapping at her feet with its chilly promise of a cool drink on a hot summer day.

Standing in place for a while, being the subject of attention between two warring entities of natural beauty, Mualani soaks in the devotion they honor to her with grand devoutness herself.

Surfing underneath the shining sun will always be moments she will never take for granted.

Drinking in the warm air and swallowing it into her lungs to regretfully push the temptation of the cool ocean waves away in finality, Mualani once more rights herself and lifts her feet from the divots they’ve sunken into the shore.

As much as she’d love to continue this late morning surf into the early evening, she has somewhere to be today. A letter had arrived for her early into the day, its sender asking to meet as soon as her schedule allowed.

Putting on the swimsuit cover up she had bunched next to her shoes and unpinning her Sharky Surfboard from the sand, she starts making her way home to shower and change.

That is, until her shoulder is roughly bumped into, making her entire body twist.

“Oh! I am so sorry, my fair lady.” A gentleman apologizes eagerly. Immediately, he bows low at his waist, taking off the hat he wears and pressing it against his chest.

“That’s alright.” Mualani replies, giving the man a smile. “Be careful, there are a lot of vacationers here. Wouldn’t want to run into a kid and give them a booboo, would you?”

He chuckles lowly. “Yes, that would be quite regrettable. As an apology, might I fancy you with a magic trick and drink, my lady? Us Fontainians are quite known for the art of deception, after all.”

She huffs in amusement. Probably riding on the hype of those famous magician twins she hears about a lot. “Sure, I’ll take a magic trick, but I’ll have to decline that drink. Someone is expecting me soon.”

And she’s not really interested in fraternizing with anyone, let alone a sleazy tourist trying to pick up girls away from home. Besides, she has her eye on someone very special to her already.

“How unfortunate.” The man takes out a stick of sorts. “Do find me at Golden Dusk if you change your mind, but for now,”

With a snap of his fingers, he lights the tip ablaze before dancing the flame before her eyes as though he is the snake charmer and she the snake being charmed by the movements. After all, there is no snake in the entire world whose ears would be lulled by sweet lies. Mualani raises a brow, the corner of her lip quirking as she plays along for a while longer.

Now holding the other end with the hand that no longer has to produce fire from thin air, his hand that had been holding the stick in a fisted grip in the first place slides up the shaft, palm folding around the flickering flame and holding it there for a moment. Her eyes meet with the Fontainian’s, anticipation shivering between them as the salty breeze swirls against the sounds of the tides.

With dramatics, he opens his fist, splaying his fingers out wide and tossing glitter into the air. Mualani turns her nose away on instinct, still feeling the powder speckle against her skin.

Huh?

Does it smell kind of sweet?

“A flower for you, milady.” The gentleman offers her the red rose his magic trick has become with another bow, dragging her focus back onto him.

Mualani giggles, accepting it. “Thank you very much. Have a good one.”

“You as well.”

Carrying Sharky with one arm, Mualani waves over her shoulder in goodbye, swirling the fake flower through the briny air soaked in the traces of sunscreen.

Maybe she does become that charmed snake, her attention mesmerized by the glitter that clings onto the red silk petals and sparkling against the bright sunlight. The sweet scent of perfume wafts from the delicate material, drizzling onto the tip of her nose like starlight. She crinkles it ticklishly, feeling the warmth of the sun heat up the speckles dotted onto her cheeks like freckles and burn them into place with sparking embers.

By the time she opens her home’s door with an unbalanced clatter, her shoulder falling into the frame, those fleeting flickers of seemingly benign cinders fan into a raging forest fire amidst a long drought across the surface of her skin. The sun somehow feels cool on her back as she twists the lock and stumbles through the swinging door – her shoulders prickling as though she’s gotten herself sunburnt all the while the burning star soothes it with a cool slather that should be searing otherwise.

A tingling urge bubbles to the surface of her thoughts, drowning out the world around her and making her bite her bottom lip with harsh teeth.

Closing the door behind her and falling into it, Mualani pinches her legs together. Moving one up and down. Rubbing. Losing focus, the strength in her fingers slip away – Sharky falling to the floor with a clatter the loudest of all the sounds in the blurring world.

She’s alone – she could easily just reach down and…

What is wrong with her?

Clearing her throat and swallowing whatever feelings clump inside there back down, Mualani forces herself from the door, dropping her key onto the side table, and makes her way to her kitchen. She scratches at the loose material of her cover-up as though it’s tight around her body and making the skin baked inside overly warm. Fingers catching on the straps of her swimwear causes it to snap back against her collarbone.

“Unng! Nm—?!”

The moan slipping free makes her gasp and slap both of her hands over her mouth.

Mualani stares wide eyed towards her cabinets, not really seeing anything other than the flurry of her thoughts passing by in a rush inside her head.

Her nerves zing with pleasure, warmth pooling into the pit of her belly and making her wet between her legs.

Fuck.

Yanking a cabinet open, she haphazardly takes out a glass and pours herself some water to guzzle down. Tipping her head back, she doesn’t even pause for breath, feeling the harsh way her throat bobs with every heavy gulp and nearly choking herself into a heaving fit.

She wouldn’t mind if her tongue licked over the saltiness of skin instead, lay flat against the heat and feel the sting of bitterness slither down her throat like sticky honey rather than the cool liquid of water.

Fuck—fuck, fuck!

Tearing the glass from her lips, feeling the leftover and pooling spittle spill from the corner of her lips and drip down her chin, Mualani slams the glass onto the counter and drops her head heavily. Her panting breaths sweep over the lips that have tasted coldness, desperately yearning for a more velvet heat to press into them in its place.

Her heart pounds into the bones of her ribs, reverberating a melody across the vessel of her being and giving music to the fantasies coursing through her veins. The sound of her hair being brushed behind her ear, fingers gripping into the strands to bunch while pressing into her head. Pushing. Lips leaving a sticky kiss with a smack, tasting the bitter saltiness smear across the tip of her tongue.

Mualani squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head harshly; trembling fingers knocking the glass over on the counter and leaving it to roll and clatter wherever it will. She rights herself and pivots on her toes, marching towards her bedroom.

Her clothes are too warm.

She’s only wearing a bare cover-up and a swimsuit and she’s way too hot in it all.

Plopping onto the edge of her bed, Mualani presses her knees together, nearly yanking her hair out of the tie of her ponytail as she rakes her fingers through the strands in frustration.

It’s been a while since she’s gotten herself off or anything.

She bites her bottom lip all over again, the painful sting anything but unpleasant – her swimsuit’s remaining dampness sticky against her heated skin and rubbing in just the right ways as she flinches with the bewitchingly sore sensation.

Falling back onto her bed, legs dangling off the side, she stares blankly up at the ceiling.

The sounds of her quickening breaths fill the empty space.

And then, the rustle of fabric as her flowy sleeve pools to her elbow as she lifts her hand.

Her fingers trace over her bottom lip, a digit slipping in and pressing the pad into teeth. She flicks the tip with the wet lather of her tongue, pulling the finger out and wiping the wetness across her jaw – teasingly scratching down and down and down the middle column of her throat until her finger deposits everything onto her skin.

Curling digits pulling aside her cover-up, yanking down her swimsuit only to have it snap back into place and flick the erected nipple beneath the damp material, making her swallow back the pleased murmur stranded at the back of her throat.

Nails scratch over the top of her one-piece once more before venturing further down – mapping the route lips would take. With hand splaying atop her tummy, fingers would curl over the curve of her waist tightly, keeping her from wriggling atop the bed. Squeezing. Pressing into the skin enough until it squished between strong fingers and hurt so well.

Digging the heel of her palm into her stomach to simulate her imprisonment, Mualani feels her breath rush out of her body in a long, airy sigh. She throws her head back, hair mussing into the covers – tangling further still as the fog of lust swirling a cloud in her thoughts weighs her thoughts heavy, rolling into the side of her inner cranium like a ball until she is turning cheek into the plushness of the bed.

Her hand slides down to the jut of her hip bone, dancing across the protrusion like a slow burn romance before following the line of her swimsuit to the center of her body. Squeezing her thighs together, curling her toes into the flooring, she nearly denies the hand access to the spot she wants to be touched most.

Pointing her toes, she lifts her foot from the ground; bare heel rubbing into the overflow of blankets as she places it onto the very edge of the bed, dipping it further with her weight. The muddled fantasy continues to play with the imaginary head of soft black hair brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh – vulnerable and susceptible for the taking; skin left raw from biting teeth. The ghost of lips kiss down, down, down, stopping right where her swimsuit starts with heated breaths blowing into the damp fabric and sweeping across the planes of her body like the waves of the ocean.

Mualani chokes on her muted gasp, a nail digging beneath the band of her one-piece. Her free hand fists into the covers, squeezing the cotton into her palm to hold tight – that teasing finger, just one, reaching deeper beneath as she does so.

Her swimsuit keeps it close, keeps the finger from escaping her desire.

Her bent knee loses its shame, loosening its shy tenseness to open her legs.

The finger fleetingly meets with her clit where a kiss would be laid atop her minimal clothing in reverence. Would those eyes like the blazing sun seen between the canopies look at her knowingly? Would those lips kiss where she feels hottest once more, pressing that smirk into her heated skin?

Another flick against the button makes her legs shiver – anticipation and want making her body shudder akin to exposed live wire.

That sinful finger leaves to venture further into her darkest riddles, opening her petals to make her feel exposed as it does so.

“Ah…” The sound, unbidden, comes out breathless.

She swears she feels herself drip, humiliation flushing her cheeks red hot at the mere thought of those pretty eyes on her; divulging her secrets and laying her bare for the world to see. Her bent leg would be pressed into the sheets, a weight unrelentingly keeping her inner thigh down to embarrass her further as the tip of a finger skirts over her hole. Mischievous. Never giving her what she wants.

It gathers her wetness onto the tip, slathering it back into where it belongs without penetrating even a millimeter.

Mualani bites her tongue, squeezing her eyes shut tight.

She wants him so badly to shove it into her without a care. Handle her like she weighs nothing against his strength. Use her like she’s made for his pleasure.

“Mn—!” She squeaks between bitten lips. “Kinich…!”

The finger slots snuggly into her heat, her walls fluttering around it—gripping. Would the leather of gloves be dry or would they thicken fingers so deliciously?

“Ahh, hah…”

It curls into a spongey spot, scraping against her inner walls mercilessly.

knock, knock, knock

Her eyes snap open, a gasp rushing down her wind pipe as disastrously as cigar smoke and making her cough.

The fantasy shatters – the room far too hot and all too cold simultaneously.

She sits up in a rush, yanking her finger out of herself and nearly biting through her bottom lip as she catches the yelp that wants to rip out of her lungs.

Standing on trembling knees, she nearly stumbles into the wall head first.

knock, knock

“Mualani?”

Fuck—!

Of course it’s him, because why wouldn’t it be?

His voice makes that hot pool in her stomach bubble all the more, a volcano ready to erupt.

Righting herself with the help of her furniture, Mualani eventually makes it to her front door; yanking it open and plastering on a big smile. The rush of warm air blasting onto her face doesn’t help cool her down one bit, especially when it carries his scent to her.

“H-hey! Kinich! Surprised to see you here!”

Maybe she says all that too loudly for Kinich raises a brow at her. “Surprised?”

“Yeah! What—” Mualani raises her hand in greeting before she remembers the wetness coating her finger, the afternoon air making it cold and sending a shiver down her spine. She quickly hides her entire arm behind her back. “Uh—W-What are you doing here? Hahah… Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything.”

Rather, she’s super happy, in more ways than one.

“Uh-huh…” He exhales skeptically. “We were supposed to meet? Ring any bells? Ajaw got tired of waiting and went off on his own, so I came looking for you in case you caught yourself in some trouble.”

Mualani nearly whines, her entire heart surrendering to him.

That’s so sweet of him.

Wait. Right, the letter...

But before she can say anything more – or run her mouth and dig herself into a deeper grave – Kinich furrows his brows as he looks at her. Mualani freezes stiffly in place when he raises his hand, cupping her cheek snuggly into his palm. “Your face is pretty red.”

She agrees whole-heartedly. “Yep! It—sure is!”

He tilts his head confusedly.

“Do you feel sick?” Kinich takes a step closer, his gloved fingers dancing across her temple to slide beneath her bangs and sweep them out of the way.

Mualani’s breath catches.

Pulling off his headband and pushing aside his own bangs, Kinich presses his forehead to hers gently, closing his eyes as he nears. Mualani feels her heart stutter, tumbling straight into her throat.

“Mm… You’re warm too.”

“Y-yeah? You think so?”

It’s either because he did that or the intrusive thoughts she’s having of yanking at his collar and slamming her lips onto his. Equal chance of being both, to be honest.

“Hm…” The contemplative hum he makes as he pulls away makes her fidget, especially as his eyes open to rake down her form.

“Did you go out surfing and fall asleep or something?” Kinich wonders softly, replacing his headband where it usually rests.

Archons, she must look like a disaster—and she’s still in her swimsuit; cover-up slipping off her shoulder to pool at her elbow.

“I guess so…” She sheepishly chuckles slowly. “Sorry I forgot. I’ll go get ready—”

“Go shower.” He cuts in, curling his fingers over her shoulder and insistently urging her to turn. The touch sends a shudder through her.

Touch her more—

The way he crowds into her home and tenaciously presses into her back with his chest to get her moving does not help settle her thoughts one bit.

What she wouldn’t give right now to be picked up by the knees, forced to wrap her legs around his waist, and pinned to the wall mercilessly as he had his way with her. One of his hands would thread his fingers between hers, keeping it imprisoned next to her head as she struggled to breathe between kisses – her other digging her nails into his strong shoulder.

“—listening?”

Mualani snaps out of her thoughts, body trembling like a spooked cat and bumping into his with a subtle collision that barely rocks him off balance. That’s so hot— “S-sorry! Sorry. I’m a little spacey, I guess.”

Kinich makes a quiet grunt, acknowledging her words yet looking at her with a muted concern behind the mirror of his eyes nonetheless.

Her ankle bumps into something on the ground, making it slide against the flooring and twist into the side table.

Oh, Sharky Surfboard…

Kinich squeezes her shoulder with the hand still on her before trailing it down her back, fingers leaving ghostly trails of festering, burning hot flames as they skim the edge of where her spine dips. He lowers himself to a kneel, picking up what she is about to step on next before she actually does.

The reason for her cheeks flushing that much pinker? Definitely because he’s acting like a fairytale’s prince charming and certainly not her wayward thoughts that want him to throw her leg over his shoulder.

“Something so pretty shouldn’t be left all alone, don’t you think?” Raising his chin, he looks up at her deliberately as he pinches the stem of the fake rose between his fingers and brings the delicate silk petals to his eyes.

It still glitters with the sunlight coming through the windows.

“I must’ve dropped it earlier. Thanks,” Mualani reaches out for it, desperately trying to keep the act of being completely normal up.

He doesn’t give it to her, opting to stand instead. The smile curling on his lips looks sadistic to her melting, masochistic desires fueled brain. “Where’d you get this today, Mualani, hm?”

“Huh? Uh—well, some Fontainian guy showed me a magic trick down by the beach earlier…?”

If Kinich could use that no-nonsense tone on her more often…!

Not that she dislikes the kind way he speaks to her normally or even when his dry humor makes her the butt of his jokes.

“Is that so?”

“But it’s not like th—”

Just as she is about to wave her hands in front of her to furiously dispel the misunderstanding, Kinich interrupts. “Go on now. Go shower. Or do you need me to baby you and go through your drawers for sleepwear?”

He raises a teasing brow.

“Are you just going to wait here?” She asks instead.

That smirk on him looks so delicious—exactly like the way he looks in the heat of battle, knowing he’ll win against the odds. Mualani wishes she can see more of his expressions for eternity more.

Kinich reaches over, grabbing her house keys – her house keys! Like he lives with her! – from the side table and claims it as his own. “I’ll go out and get you something for those red cheeks of yours. Take your time to clean up that sweet ocean on you, I’ll be back later.”

With another gentle nudge to her shoulder, Kinich turns back around to the front door. As he opens it, the stem of the plastic flower slips through his fingers, the silky petals falling to caress against his palm immediately gets cruelly crushed for its adoration within a tight fist.

The door closes behind him.

That was equal amounts of scary as it was arousing.

Mualani sucks in a breath between her teeth, tilting her head back, closing her eyes, and whining deep in her throat. For a moment, she revels in the darkness behind her eyelids – willing away the tingling all over her sensitive skin and praying to her heart to stop racing for just a second.

It’s not that she feels all that ill or that she’s losing control of her faculties in intoxication, she is very much awake and aware, she’s just…

…Horny.

Really, really… stimulated.

Pressing her lips together, another questionable sound vibrating across her tongue, Mualani painstakingly makes her way into her room to arbitrarily dig through her drawers and yank out whatever loose clothing that’s in there. With a mismatched pile in her hands – although she’d love to look attractive, and beautiful, and sexy, and her best in front of Kinich, she knows she’s not going to keep it together without needing to hide a hard nipple or two – she makes her way into the bathroom.

Catching sight of herself in the mirror makes her pause.

Her hair is mussed, strands sticking out here and there while other locks are half pulled out of her ponytail. Her cheeks are majorly flushed pink and her eyes are a bit glassy.

Mualani hurriedly wipes the dry drool on her chin even though it’s far too late.

She kind of looks like she just had sex—

She does not want him to think she just had sex!

Mualani might just cry if he does, because she’s been pining after him for ages – walking that fine line between friendship and romance like a tightrope and about to teeter off on either side at any given moment.

She yanks her hair out of her ponytail fully, undoing the braids and carelessly tosses the ties onto the sink counter where she piles her clean clothing. Stripping herself of her thin cover-up, the lightweight material runs down the sides of her body akin to electrified feathers – fleeting touches that are never enough yet devours her attention whole. It pools at her ankles, spilling atop her bare feet and teasingly keeping her captive.

Yanking her swimsuit off is a similar affair; only a different dampness accidentally touches the inner edge of her knee on its way down, the material that had been flushed between her legs giving her no mercy at the reminder of the wetness gathering there.

She kicks it all away to the side, the draft in the small room making her heated skin shiver.

Stepping into the shower, she twists the nob and is pelted with freezing cold water. Mualani yelps, feeling both pleasure and pain. She doesn’t even know which she likes more any longer at the moment – her thoughts all jumbled and everything turning into a make-believe fantasy.

She doesn’t really care what Kinich is into, as long as he’s into her, after all; she’ll try anything he wants at least once. She’s got her own kinks in mind to share, too.

The water warms, but the chillier temperature somehow feels better.

Lowering her chin, Mualani drenches her long hair underneath the showerhead, bangs dribbling a thin stream that sputters onto her lips. She licks at them, tongue drinking in the liquid to quench her parched throat begging for more.

Kinich left. He won’t be back for a bit.

She can get herself off in that time, right?

That’s how aphrodisiacs work, yeah? One and done, or something—like bad, drunken sex. Or so she’s heard those clichés go. It’ll be out of her system and she can pretend she wasn’t having dirty fantasies of her gorgeous best friend right in front of his face.

Archons, he’s really too pretty for his own good. Handsome too. His arms are incredibly smooth to the touch and solid beneath her fingers whenever she grabs them playfully or to not lose him in a crowd. He could lift her so easily, she bets – unfortunately, he’s never needed a reason to.

Twisting herself to the side and leaning her forehead onto the freezing tiles, water spilling down her back, Mualani bites her bottom lip and braces against the wall. Her free hand is left to do all the work, raising from where it hangs by the side of her thigh and delicately scratching long nails across the overly sensitive skin there on its way to where she craves attention the most.

Her foot quietly slides further apart from the other, parting her legs easily with the water’s slippery assistance. She swallows down the spit pooling on her tongue, her fingers dancing across her inner thigh to press into the twitchy nerves there singed in eagerness.

Her clenching fingers on the tiles by her head slip down a centimeter, other arm bending to get a better angle—the fleshy pad of her index finger pressing into her swollen nub directly. A forbidden exhale from her lips claims her ears, drowning out the sounds of the shower for a more tantalizing music track to pair with the budding wet dream. Her finger makes a tight circle, pushing the button beneath its mercy daringly.

The longer middle finger curls upwards, finding its way between her lower lips and nudging into the wet edge of her hole.

Water makes for a terrible lubricant, but Mualani feels herself shamefully dripping more than enough for the task.

Circling the hole again, she forgoes her clit for the hopes of something more; sliding in too easily until the first knuckle and cupping her center with her palm.

The finger draws away and comes back. Just that tiny bit of anticipated exhilaration torturing her into setting her body alight. Her heel slides harshly with a squeak of skin on plastic, her knee bending inwards to catch herself. The finger drives itself in to the second knuckle.

“Ah…” Her quiet voice comes out defeated – surrendering to the desire

Toes curling where she stands, Mualani shuts her eyes and lets the hazy imaginations behind them play out in full force.

The fantasy of a toned chest pressing into the arch of her love bitten back, flexing abs pushing into the plush of her ass as a hard cock slides between her legs. She clamps her thighs together, trapping the sensation there to beg for more while her head spins with too much. A hand reaches for her chest, pushing her back into the warm—wet—body she doesn’t know enough of, feeling her heart pound against the palm laid flat over a breast and squishing its plumpness between long fingers.

A thumb running over her nipple makes her squeeze her legs tighter together, finger only able to minutely move back and forth in between as it swirls the dampening insides of her hole, velvet walls squeezing firmly.

A hand would force her legs open, manipulate her body to lay bare in the face of pleasure and accept everything offered.

Her foot bumps into the wall.

Her mouth falls open, Mualani exhales lowly, hot breath bouncing back onto her skin against the cold tiles.

She rocks her hips into her hand, rubbing her clit into her palm and imagining it catch against the head of a cock. A pleasant thrum echoes through her—not enough. Slick finger sliding in and out, every knuckled ridge rubbing against her walls from beginning to end. Not enough. She reaches lower. Deeper.

Water slips into her parted lips as it makes its way down her cheeks.

A second finger slips inside, the stretch making her gasp.

Her fingers are so thin—his would feel so much better.

Pinching her nipple, she inhales sharply. “Haah?!”

The hand between her legs moves faster, the squelching so loud to her ears she can only revel in it—the only sound in the entire world. “Please…”

Her lips touch the frigid coldness of hard tile instead of soft warm lips.

In and out. In and out. The tunnel squeezes the bony fingers against each other. Her knees are trembling where they’re barely locked in place to hold her up. The fingers curl the way a dick would naturally curve, raking against her inner secrets cruelly and nudging her further into madness. Merciless. In and out. Nearly leaving her alone and desperate only to slam all the way in to the root and making to carve out her insides.

The hand on her breast drops, splaying over her stomach as though to feel to motions rock through her sanity mockingly.

It slips lower still, getting in between and finding her clit.

“Oh, please…”

A pinch, nail nearly nicking, has her almost yelling out. The tip of her nose presses into the wall.

One hand knocks into the other, sensitive button pushed down upon unceremoniously.

Hips moving back and forth, she takes it—is made to take it all. A hand would hold her, squeeze the bone of her hip in a strong grip until the skin bruises; all to keep her right where he wants her at his mercy. In, out. In and out.

Legs trembling; a sticky droplet trickles down the inside of her thigh. Tickling. Taunting.

“Kin—mm!” Mualani snaps her eyes open wide, throwing her head back and biting her bottom lip, tasting copper—clit pinched between fingers acutely and shoving her off the precipice.

Blinding white light sears across her skin, nearly choking her with sunlight despite demanding her body to lay against the frigid moon’s frost.

With her breaths panting back at her and her vision focusing enough to make out the tiles, Mualani realizes with a shivering certainty she has fallen into the embrace of the shower wall, cheek smushed into its coolness.

Her knees tremble as she slides her fingers out; biting back a pitiful sound as her body still thrums in need. When she tries to stand, she nearly falls completely to the floor in her attempt – wanting nothing more than to stay in place and do it all again.

Cold water pelts at her face, plastering her bangs into her eyes.

Right, she was showering—

Archons have mercy, don’t let Kinich be back yet.

Getting herself off didn’t help at all.

Reluctantly, Mualani hurries to genuinely wash herself – roughly rubbing shampoo into her hair and scrubbing at her body without shoving her fingers back inside her with every pass of the soapy suds.

As she steps out, her body remains shivering from the cold water and the weakness in her legs from orgasm. She can barely get herself dry before giving up entirely and just tossing her loose loungewear over her head, forgoing any type of comfortable bra, and stepping out, her long hair dripping water onto the floor. Messily, strands getting caught underneath, she throws the towel over her shoulder last minute.

Mualani freezes in her steps before being able to fully step out of the bathroom, however; noise in the kitchen giving her heart another reason to race.

Ah… he’s back already.

He didn’t hear her, did he?

It’s too late, honestly – might as well face the music with her head held high. She’s an adult with needs! It’s totally normal, and this is her own home!

Well, the circumstances are not really all that normal, but she’ll think about that later when her head isn’t so foggy with lust.

Her core still throbs, wanting more and making everything else hard to focus on too.

Following the sounds into the kitchen, Mualani sees her boy best friend knelt to the ground, broom and dustpan in hand as he sweeps. “Kinich? What are you doing?”

“Oh, all done? A glass cup must’ve fallen over the edge, so I’m just cleaning it up before you hurt yourself.” He replies with a shrug, making the final motion to gather up all the clinking shattered pieces into the dustpan before standing.

Did that glass fall from before? She supposes it did.

Mualani eyes the splotch of color that’s out of place on him, simmering lust replaced with bubbling concern. She steps into the kitchen with bare feet, not even caring if he might have missed any shards – though he probably didn’t. “Kinich, come here. Did you hurt yourself?”

Reaching up with a pruning finger, she gently brushes it against his cheek, just beneath a smear of red. “There’s blood on you.”

“It’s nothing.” Kinich turns his face away sharply, giving her a reassuring grin before wiping it roughly himself with the back of his glove. Tossing the glass chunks into the trash bin, he sets aside the dustpan and broom before picking up what’s on the counter. “Here. To cool your temperature.”

“Shave ice?” She reaches for it to take into her hands, but Kinich moves it away and just presses the transparent plastic cup into her cheek. She can’t say it doesn’t feel good. “I thought you’d go out to get medicine or something like when Kachina was sick.”

He chuckles in a deep tone that makes a shiver shoot down her back. Placing the cup in her hands now, Kinich crosses his arms and leans his hip onto the kitchen counter. “I can make you nutritious Grainfruit Meat Soup if you’re that concerned about your health. But, luckily, you look like you just need a little rest from heatstroke.”

Heatstroke… sure, let’s go with that.

Kinich twists away, getting a new glass from her cupboard, like he knows exactly where everything is in her house, and fills it with water. Taking out a spoon without trouble as well, he hands both to her. “Eat in your room and rest. I’ll get the trash later and watch over you, just yell if you need something. And finish this water, okay?”

Mualani both wants to fall to her knees in despair and jump up and down to rejoice.

He’s really staying?

Now? Now when all she wants to do is shove her fingers back inside her pussy or jump onto him like a clinging monkey?

She swallows the thoughts down. “Thanks, Kinich, I appreciate it. Really.”

“Mhm. But at least try to act like you’re taking care of yourself if you’re that grateful. Don’t leave your hair so wet.” Kinich comes closer – his scent filling her nose – and grabs the towel on her shoulders, folding her hair into it and rubbing her head roughly.

“Ah—hey!”

If he’d just push her head down, just like this, between his legs, then they’d be talking—

Nope, she didn’t think that.

Where his fingers press leaves her skin tingling even still.

Bunching her hair and laying it all immaculately over the towel he repositions on her shoulders neatly, Kinich grabs the boney protrusions and turns her towards her bedroom himself. “Go. I’ll clean the mess you made around here stumbling around feverishly.”

“I wasn’t—”

Okay, maybe she was.

“Even you admit it.” Kinich walks her to her door like a gentleman and squeezes her shoulders. “Have the dessert and cool off. Call if you need me.”

Oh, she needs him, alright, but not in the way he means.

“I got it. Thank you, Kinich.”

Smiling at him, she hopes he sees through the inappropriate thoughts swimming in her gaze and realizes her sincerity.

“Of course. Remember to drink the water.”

With a final nudge, Kinich leaves her to face the effects of her tingling body all by herself with nothing but water and shave ice.

Why couldn’t he put his hands on her more???

He even closes the door behind her seeing that her hands are full, shutting her away by her lonesome.

Mualani would let out a disappointed groan if she didn’t think he could hear it.

Slowly walking to the desk in her room, she sets down the cup of shave ice and glass of water – spoon desperately clenched between fingers hitting against the hard surface before she safely lets it go with a clatter onto the wood. Letting out an exhausted exhale, she sits down.

Sits down and must bite down on her tongue.

Just plopping into the chair makes her tremble.

Closing her eyes, Mualani hums lamenting whines inside her head. Laying her arm onto the desk and her cheek on top, she nudges the cup of cold desert onto the opposite cheek, feeling its stinging chill spread across her heated skin like frost climbing up clean windows.

It does feel pretty good… She either owes Kinich her life or he will be the cause of it coming to an abrupt end.

Pressing her knees together, she wriggles where she sits.

The condensation sweating on the outside of the cup drips down her cheek, her attention hyper focusing on the individual droplets running down like slow tears. It curves to the angle of her jaw, losing its volume upon her skin and thinning away into a being that is barely able to cling on despite the desperation.

Urgently holding on. Wanting more. Desiring that sweet release from the shackles that hold it to fall into the endless abyss.

Mualani swallows the lump in her throat and sits up. Kinich wants her to drink the water. Maybe he’ll call her a good girl if she does as she’s told.

She crosses one leg over the other, squeezing them tight.

Taking the glass in hand, she brings the cold rim to her lips – opens her mouth and lays the hardness into the plush of her bottom lip, tipping the glass to spill its contents down her throat. The chilled liquid smothers the back of her tongue, sliding down the end and refreshing her throat thoroughly; her extra warm body eagerly guzzling it down to pool in her belly.

Only when Mualani polishes off the entire glass does she pull it away. Setting it back down with a breathless sigh, she supposes she does feel a little better, even if she knows it’s only temporary; the water’s remnants dripping from her lips.

Too bad she feels herself dripping as she continues that torturous, stimulating rubbing between her legs.

Before it – or her – can melt completely, she quickly works on gobbling up the shave ice, sticking the spoon into where the creamy, white condensed milk pools and the sticky syrup saturates the once clear ice. Slathering the saccharinity onto her tongue, the muscle curling into the concave curve of the utensil, she leaves it there for a moment to suck clean.

Pulling it out wetly, she makes to take another bite—have another taste so it can stain her tongue and linger sweetly like lovers do amidst the sheets.

Kinich is so nice to her…

She’ll have to find a way to clear her debt with him. He likes when people do that, it makes him feel at ease; and she wants nothing more than to always give him a comfortable place to be by her side.

If only she could think more than a scant few minutes without mentally stripping him of his clothing and feeling those hard muscles beneath her hands, herself.

Making it to the bottom of the plastic cup, Mualani sets the spoon aside and gives up. Rising from her seat, and nearly tripping on the leg, Mualani flops onto her bed face first – the towel from her shoulders slipping off somewhere along the way to lay abandoned on the floor.

Rolling onto her side, curling her hands into her chest, and tucking her legs a little closer, Mualani waits.

Waits.

And waits.

She listens intently for any noise in her house that is louder than the simmering of her blood drumming in her ears and the aching need thrumming between her legs.

It’s quiet—but Kinich has always been as silent as predatory felines and as gentle as the moon he roams beneath.

She should be safe. Probably.

It would be world ending if she had her legs spread wide towards the door and it opened.

Shoving a hand down her loose shorts, she pushes her new underwear – and already no longer clean – aside, and circles her hole, the hard bend of her finger pressing against her clit along the way. There’s no point in playing it all out, she’s waited long enough between bouts. If one and done isn’t enough, then she’ll ride out the high and give her body what it wants.

Hopefully.

Jamming a finger straight in, she hisses loudly, nearly biting into the covers and missing the knock on her door.

“Ah—”

Freezing in place and snapping her eyes open – not even realizing she had closed them – she twists her neck towards the bedroom door. The muscles protest at the quick motion probing into overextension, making her twinge in pain. “Kini—ow!”

Yanking her finger out as she clumsily sits up also doesn’t help, another sharp breath being inhaled between her teeth.

“S-sorry.” He uncharacteristically stammers. Kinich has his head turned, ear facing her as he determinedly stares at the corner of the floor, a hand raised partially to cover his view and partially to protect his reddening cheeks from hers. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“I—no—i-it’s fine.” Mualani chokes out. She sits on her knees on the bed, feet twisting outwards and hands fisted right in front of her as though she’s prostrating.

She doesn’t suppose he’ll believe the excuses she might be able to come up with on the spot, will he?

For the first time in their long friendship, awkward air floods between them akin to a crashing tsunami, bringing with it all the debris and slamming them into the empty space as harshly as the waves themselves. The heavy water presses their heads down, drowning them in this stagnant suffocation – filling their mouths and wiping away the words they hesitate to say from stumbling tongues in punishment, never to speak them at all.

Kinich clears his throat, still not meeting her eyes – the first of them to break through to the surface and breathe. “You were being pretty quiet…” He sighs in acquiescence. “Guess the cat was out of the bag the moment I walked in, so the thing is, I would have started deep cleaning the house noisily if you had made any sort of sound so you could be a bit louder yourself. Since you were, I figured you were uncomfortable with me here and wanted to tell you I’d keep watch outside instead…”

“Uncomfortable…? Why would I—wait, hold on,” Mualani blinks harshly as though to dispel this illusion of Kinich standing in her doorway. Because, surely, her Kinich wouldn’t be this strangely cryptic. “Keep watch?”

Wait, was he listening to her?!

If her face could get any hotter, it would!

“In case the guy had friends?” He finally looks her way, cheeks still blushing pink too, and tilts his head confusedly as though she should’ve understood. “Well, I didn’t want you going to find a with benefits friend either, so staying here was a bit selfish on my part also.”

Mualani’s head whirls, almost enough to make her forget about how sensitive her nipples are scratching against her loose shirt like they are with her jerky movements without a bra to hold them in place. “Y-you—I?! You knew?!”

“That you fell victim to that guy spreading some powder aphrodisiac around? Mm.” Kinich nods firmly. “I smelled something strange on you earlier, so I made an educated guess. It wasn’t enough for me to get affected, but it looked like it already made it into your system.

“I asked you to come hang out with me so I could tell you about it all and to be on your toes. Unfortunately, it seems I was too late. It’s my fault, I really should have just written it in my letter outright.” He continues, giving her a regretful grimace. “The People of the Springs gets polluted by gossip and rumors from outside of Natlan, but us at the Scions get even the grisly chatter of a serial killer on the loose.

“The guy allegedly started his attempted drugging at the Easybreeze Holiday Resort, though luckily the aphrodisiac isn’t all that strong or inebriating, just persistent. Like it would be easier to get someone to be tempted into the idea of bedding him rather than anything truly nefarious.”

Oh—she had been so caught up in herself that she didn’t even think to— “We have to go tell Amina!”

Kinich shakes his head. “No need. I took care of him.”

Mualani’s eyes widen, a sudden idea running rampant in her head. The blood on Kinich’s cheek…! “Did you kill him?!”

He blinks at her incredulously, giving her a dry retort. “I gave him a punch in the face in your honor, enough for him to bite his tongue and spit blood on me. But if you want me to kill him, I can ask to get him back from the guards I handed him off to.”

“Oh… Word that better next time!” Mualani complains, trying not to smile too hard.

In her honor! Kinich punched a man!! Would kill a man!!!

Maybe she really needs to rethink that last one.

Kinich is the one who gives her a small grin; just a twitch of the corner of his lips kind of grin before he starts to fidget again, eyes darting back and forth looking for an excuse to speak. His gaze lands on her desk. “I’ll get you more water, you should stay hydrated. And then I’ll step outside. Don’t worry, I—probably won’t be able to hear anything.”

A bright blush is blooming more vibrantly on his cute cheeks like a Rainbow Rose in the sunlight.

Mualani resolves she’ll make herself the predator now; the hunter becoming the hunted as she sits innocently on her bed and watches his movements closely. Her prey makes quiet footsteps towards the desk where she has left the dirty dishes and garbage without a care, taking the responsibility for himself so she can rest and relax.

She should seriously consider marrying the guy – not like she hasn’t already.

The moment he steps into her targeted position, her arm springs into action like a shark coming out of the dark waters and into the light, breaching the ocean’s surface to capture the unsuspecting Yumkasaur making to leap over the turbulent currents to the other side. Her hand, acting as the jaws with rows and rows of pointed teeth, clamps onto his arm, yanking him into her to drown beneath the waters that spouts as much life as it swallows death.

Kinich doesn’t struggle, yielding to her sudden attack with surprise still numbing his limbs, and falls on his back into the bedsheets – breath getting knocked out of his lungs by the cushioned impact.

The rough twisting jostles her grip loose, making to hold herself up instead as her legs move to pin one of his own between hers. Her other hand, however, ensures her pretty prey can’t get up right away, pressing down on his shoulder to keep put.

“Mualani?” Kinich sounds winded.

She stares down at him, her long hair falling from her shoulder in silk ribbon strands to caress his cheek. Poking her tongue out to lick her lips, she mentally makes the decision of a lifetime. “Say, Kinich… if you knew…”

He blinks up at her patiently.

A lapse of nervousness engulfs her; a boat rocking precariously through a storm as waves crash aboard, about to capsize. Mualani gazes at him in admiration, his features capturing her attention as it always has. “You know, I daydreamt about getting pinned down by you, but seeing you like this might be even sexier.”

Kinich raises a brow at her. Not that she can blame him after blurting that out instead of what she really meant to say.

“And do you really think I let just anyone hold me down?”

That makes her pause, breath catching in her throat. “No… I wouldn’t think so.”

He snorts softly, briefly turning his cheek into the covers before peering back up at her from the corner of his eye. “Off, Mualani.”

She swallows down the growing lump in her throat, making to seat herself more securely atop his thigh and rock a gentle motion into it. Her knee incidentally nudges closer between his legs. “It doesn’t have to mean anything to you. Just help me a little?”

Kinich closes his eyes briefly, exhaling a slow breath that depresses his chest. Then, he fully turns back to her, eyes as piercing as the blinding sun. “Like this? Drugged up? You won’t regret something like that?”

“I’m—still thinking properly. Like you said, it’s not very strong, it’s just…” Mualani averts her gaze, her cheeks pinkening further before meeting his stare again. “I’m horny. But I’d never regret something with you, regardless of all that.”

He sighs another breath, propping himself up onto his elbow. Mualani nearly lets out a surprised whimper as his leg presses up between hers. She swears she feels his dick twitch against her knee from inside his pants.

“I’ve been trying really hard to give you the respect and privacy you deserve; to not take advantage of you in this situation,” Kinich reaches his hand up, passing his thumb over the plump of her cheek and curling his fingers around her jaw to guide her down. He meets her halfway and whispers into her lips. “But you’ll have me fall into this insanity too, while already being crazy in love with you? That’s really your wish?”

“…huh?”

“You’re pretty dense for someone who wears their emotions on their sleeve.”

Mualani can’t even think of a proper retort before she’s forced into silence – lips pressing into hers and stealing the words straight from her tongue.

That suppressed whimper from before is dragged out of her throat, rumbling between them like a secret tryst all its own. His tongue swipes at her bottom lip; but he doesn’t ask for entrance. Rather, even when she parts her own, he retreats – pulling at the fishing line that has enticed and hooked all the emotions she doesn’t voice to take back with him and swallow down. To learn. To know her better than herself.

The hand on the edge of her jaw and fingers hooking around the curve of her neck hold her in place as Kinich mournfully departs from her academic lesson, their breaths intermingling a chilling sea breeze between wet lips. “Yes or no?”

“Um…” The static in her brain races to clear away along with the butterflies in her stomach.

His leg raises just that tiny bit more as he straightens himself up, thigh firm between her legs. His movements nudge her backwards, ghosting his lips against hers all the way through. “Now that you know, what’s your answer, Lani?”

She rocks down into his leg, feeling the friction of fabric string along her nerves – never giving her enough to fall into oblivion and holding her steady on the precipice. Mualani presses her lips together thinly, swallowing down the lust that begs to drown her. “Yes… Join me in insanity, because I’m also crazy in love with you.”

Their lips meet and part as gently as the ocean waves lap onto the shore.

“You don’t want our first time to be more special?”

Mualani smiles into the next kiss. “Whether the first time or the hundredth, they’re all going to be special to me.”

Kinich’s hum sings between them. “Fine by me.”

In the next instance that she really should have expected after fantasizing all too often about how arousing his strength is while watching him swing a claymore with one hand, Mualani’s breath is tackled out of her lungs as she is twisted around and pushed into the sheets. Kinich settles himself between her knees, staring down at the rumpled mess she has undoubtedly become – the cool draft in the room slithering its cold fingers across the warm skin of her tummy where her shirt has ridden up and left it exposed.

Archons, they’re really doing this…

She’s a little nervous now. In a good way, she thinks. Who wouldn’t be, right?

Kinich’s gloved fingers walk themselves down the outside of her thigh, flirting over her knee to situate beneath her calf instead as he lowers his head down. Having his arm hooked around her leg now, he presses the limb closer to his lips, keeping it prisoner to endure the torture of butterfly kisses trailing down the middle. The tips of his hair scratch against her sensitive skin; a dual assault against her senses mixing with the ghost of warm breath.

Her heart that had slowed its rapid beating while in his embrace races once more as anticipation thrums. Mualani drags her free leg up Kinich’s own, nudging it into his hip and shyly pinch into his waist. His nose brushes against the fabric of her shorts, pushing it to the side to get just a taste of the tender skin hidden beneath.

Between his lashes, Kinich looks up at her for confirmation. For consent.

She nods. And then, between the two of them, Mualani wriggles out of her shorts, dragging her underwear along with it – first her free leg going through the holes, and then Kinich curling his own fingers into the elastic to drag it down the leg still in his grasp, knowingly—she swears knowingly—smearing the wet patch down her skin to tease.

“Ah—hey—” She protests as the underside of her thigh is gripped tightly and pushed up, curling her back flat into the bed once more. Although her shorts fall off, her underwear dangles from her ankle, swinging there as proof of their rendezvous under the influence as the leg rests on his shoulder. “Kin—mm!”

“Hm?” He murmurs questioningly as though he isn’t teasing her with his breath, blowing into her center with all the gentleness in the world.

Pulling back a bit, Kinich bites at the tips of his fingers, pulling his glove loose – Mualani realizing his wristbands have long been absent – before twisting his head to nip at the bottom of it and slipping it off completely; all the while using his other hand to open her up more, pushing on the inside of her leg until she shamelessly spreads herself to his gaze. He leaves the glove somewhere to the side carelessly, bare fingers now free to do as he wishes.

“Something you wanted?” Kinich inquires when she fails to answer, keeping eye contact with her as he asks.

Fingers close, lips closer, he skims along her skin – not yet quite touching.

Mualani twitches. With a hand, she rakes it through Kinich’s soft hair, tangling her fingers there and holding him close. “Stop teasing me…”

He huffs amusedly, simultaneously nudging his head into her hand as he slides his finger between her folds. It circles her hole, gathering the slick that hasn’t soaked into her underwear to prepare to push it back inside. “You’ve probably cum plenty of times already, no? What’s the harm?”

“You can’t just say—” Mualani is interrupted by her own muted gasp as a kitten lick flicks at her clit – featherlight and wet. Much too warm and spongy soft all at once. Her legs tremble, a heel digging into his back for a moment as the other is pressed harder into the bed against her will.

“Besides,” The whisper fans against her wet folds, making Mualani clamp her mouth shut. A long stripe is licked from her hole to her sensitive button. “Those didn’t leave you satisfied, did they? It’ll feel better this way.”

What does that mean?

Twisting her gaze back down at him, she doesn’t trust the smirk he gives her, just millimeters from sinfully touching her most private parts with his lips again.

“The deeper you’re in insanity, the better for me. Then you’ll be crazy enough to stay.”

His mutter is almost lost to her as her blood roars into her ears.

Her legs flinch erratically, knees turning inwards as she instinctively attempts to clamp them shut. Kinich doesn’t allow her, strong fingers squeezing her leg tight enough to turn her skin pale while the other struggles to get free from the angle of his shoulder. Mualani’s rushed exhale makes her stomach clench as lips suckle around her nub – nerves that have already been on fire blazing into an inferno.

The tip of his tongue presses into it as Mualani throws her head back into the covers. A finger pushes inside easily, settling between her clenching walls snuggly while his lips worship her outsides. Letting her clit go as wetly as a kiss, Kinich runs the flat of his tongue against it again as he presses down with the finger inside, searching and searching, looking for a place far deeper into her insanity than her physical body allows.

As that finger departs, it pulls back with a faint squelch; Mualani’s ears zeroing in on the sound embarrassingly.

Only this much and she’s already—

Kinich’s tongue swipes across the finger still halfway inside, dragging the combined wetness across her slit as the finger pushes in once more. Again and again, until one finger becomes two before she realizes amidst the kisses laid upon her clit to distract her.

Her nails scratch lightly against his scalp.

Slow babbles of sounds and sighs escape Mualani’s lips as those lips clamp over her nub and suck more intensely, fingers wreaking havoc as they curl and twist, dragging out with the bend of his knuckles digging at the walls and then spreading to stretch her open and become more accepting to something else. She almost mournfully whines when those fingers leave her, silenced only by a moister sensation she hadn’t expected that makes her eyes go wide – staring at the ceiling yet not really seeing it at all.

The softness of a tongue pushing inside doesn’t stretch her the way she wants, doesn’t go as deeply as she desires, but the wetness adding to her own and the way she can almost hear Kinich swallow her slick down burns her cheeks red, legs trembling where they’re forced to spread for him.

Wet fingers dirtily leave behind a trail on her thigh, a thumb pressing down firmly to the place lips have abandoned and trade places officially.

Mualani whimpers. “Please, I’m…”

She feels herself clench down tightly, almost on nothing at all yet so much at once.

“Mhm.” Kinich’s answering murmur vibrates through her, tongue swiping in and out and brushing hot breath through her folds.

Mualani twists her other hand into the bed covers; the one in his hair taking the strands for herself to push his head down deeper. Her fingers catch into his headband, pulling it loose from where it’s tied in place.

Pinching her clit as his tongue swipes across her slit nearly undoes her completely—if only it did.

“Haah… Why…!”

With a final kiss onto her nub, as tenderly as he would worship her lips, Kinich pulls away and lays his cheek onto her shaking thigh on his shoulder. There, he leaves another fleeting peck into the warmed skin, breath sweeping across the curvature of her limb. “Relax.”

She is languidly pulled back from the edge, easing her into a safe and gentle embrace despite craving the explosion to push her off.

“How could anyone relax when you’re driving them crazy?” Mualani tracks his movements keenly, her leg getting taking up higher as he slides over her form until he’s close enough for her to see the wet sheen shining on his lips and speckling his chin. Luckily, she’s flexible; bare skin digging into the folds of his rumpled clothing and askew accessories. Dragging her fingers out of his mussed hair, she takes the headband with her to toss to the side.

She can taste herself in his slow kisses, her bottom lip taken between his to be tenderly nibbled at.

“The drug won’t go away just because you orgasm.”

Kinich hooks his fingers around her knee, propping her other leg onto his hip snuggly, resting it atop the bundle of his clothing where it folds over itself. Mualani cants her own hips, trying to rub herself into his pants; the rough friction only making her want more, feeling the hardness hidden inside push back with a jerk.

She moans into the next kiss; her hands desperately reaching to cup his face between them and hold him to her forever. They slide back like her leg does off his shoulder, fingers whispering past his ears to interlocked behind his neck. His earrings swing back and forth; a metronome counting the beats of their hearts falling into the same rhythm.

The rough texture of Kinich’s remaining glove rubs over her skin, following the curve of her waist and hooking alongside the bones of her ribs. His thumb passes over the underside of her breast, finger pressing at the plushness. Her shirt rides up higher.

“You’re being unfair.” Mualani pleas into his mouth. “More.”

Pushing her shirt even further up her chest, his gloved hand palms at her breast more firmly. “More?”

“More.” She reaffirms.

His dirty fingers press onto her lips, Mualani opening her mouth without a care and wrapping her lips around two of the bare fingers still damp from her arousal.

She leans forward, nearly swallowing them down too far and making herself gag as she soaks them with her spit. Her tongue goes in between the digits, soft muscle bending to their shape as she sucks against the skin, hollowing her cheeks. Mualani pulls her head back only to move forward, at some point meeting Kinich’s piercing gaze staring directly at her.

“Dirty girl.” He mutters into the scant space occupied by their intermingling breaths.

His fingers press her tongue down, enough to force her mouth to part slightly before dragging them away – spittle flecking onto her chin as they leave.

Eagerly, Mualani parts her legs further as he slides his hand between their bodies. Wet fingers, cold from the air within the miniscule distance travelled, making contact with her sensitive clit yanks a desperate cry from her lips. She wrenches Kinich down with her hands around his back as best she can to stuff her face into his warm neck. Forgoing any teasing this time, he drags his fingers through her wet folds and shove those two fingers she had prepared herself inside.

“A-aah!”

Her knees squeeze at his waist, feet catching into the clothing he still wears.

Kinich doesn’t allow her time to process the sudden penetration or change in pace, pumping his fingers in and out of her in a steady measure that ensures she hears just how wet she is. Attaching her lips to his neck, Mualani stifles the moans into his skin as she hugs him to her, leaving love behind as she does so.

Kinich adjusting his balance on his knees changes the angle of his fingers, accidentally jabbing at the weak spot inside her squishy walls that makes her entire body shiver from head to toe. Her nipples getting exposed to the air as her shirt is bunched upwards further doesn’t help – dual sensations working in tandem to drag her higher up the cliff, hoping to fall towards the sky.

He pulls himself from her face, heel of his palm digging into her clit as he wraps his own lips around her teat.

Without her safe spot to hide her face into, Mualani turns her cheek into the bed covers and arches her back, begging for more – pushing more into his mouth to have for himself.

In, out, in, out. Back and forth. She gyrates her hips heavily into his hand, desperation and fervor once again clinging to the edges of her nerves – embers just about to alight into a burning flame. Those fingers drag themselves out wetly. “N-no, please—!”

Mualani doesn’t have to wait long as Kinich smears her slick onto her clit and rubs tight circles into it, teeth biting at her nipple while he does so.

Not enough. Not enough—

She threads her fingers into his soft hair, pressing his head to her breasts closer while wrapping her legs around his hips fully, ankles crossing. Her skin feels raw under the constant rubbing of his clothing against it, the heated friction bordering on torturous pleasure as it is an annoying discomfort.

With two of his fingers, Kinich parts her folds, exposing her hole to the air as his middle finger plays with the orifice. Mualani whines as she feels herself dripping down into the bed.

“You’re so wet.” He breathes into her damp chest smeared with his saliva. “Bet you wouldn’t complain at all if I just shoved it in.”

“I—” Her tongue feels heavy in her mouth.

“Hm? No protests?” She feels his smirk spread onto her skin more than she sees it through her teary vision. “You always so willing?”

Is that a nicer way of calling her a slut? Her addled mind kind of wishes he did outright. From his lips, she would be his anything.

“N-no, I—just you—MM!"

Kinich does shove right back into her pussy with his fingers—two at first and soon adding a third without even pumping them in and out to ease her into it. It causes Mualani’s head to swim, the stretch making all her senses zero in on the sensation of her body both protesting the intrusion yet sucking the fingers in deeper for more.

“Ahh… hah, hah…” She is gasping into the sheets as she presses her cheek into the bed, legs so tense around his hips that the muscles are cramping.

Kinich takes the opening, latching his mouth to the exposed column of her neck for the taking and sucks a bruise into the skin as he fingerfucks her quickly. Her fingernails dig into his shirt the more her blood drums in her ears, likely leaving marks behind even through the fabric. Her insides squeeze tightly, pulsing like her clit that is throbbing when an occasional thumb pushes onto it sharply.

Just as white dots take shape in the corners of her hazy vision, everything stops.

Kinich yanks his hand back, fingers pulling out and lips leaving her skin.

“No, no, no, please, Kini, please!” Mualani hears herself sob more than she realizes that this despairingly broken voice comes from her own lips. She throws herself into his body, arms tightening around his neck and hips pressing into his own to grind against the hardness beneath his clothing, likely staining the material in the process.

“Shh, a little more. You can take it.”

His lips kiss her earlobe tenderly.

“I can’t! I can’t! Please—”

She’s been so hot all day. He’s so mean—!

“You can. Ride out the aphrodisiac, it’ll be over soon.”

A kiss is pressed to the shell of her ear next.

Mualani shoves her hand between them, her hips still rolling where he has abandoned them and catching the motion on her own arm as she makes to palm at his dick. “You’re overdressed.”

Thrusting a hand into his pants, her fingers make clumsy contact with his hardness and eanrs her a throaty groan right into her ear. With his tight waistband as a hindrance, twisting her hand to wrap her fingers around his dick makes her wrist ache, but she does it – the heated skin under her palm fueling her raging delirium.

“Jeez,” Kinich breathes into her skin in mild acquiescence.

Hearing an audible swallow, her eyes just barely catching the bob of his throat, Mualani is nearly caught off guard as her shoulders are taken into his hand and he makes them sit up. Her grip falls from his dick from the jerky movements yet kept trapped within his clothing.

Kinich slides his hands beneath her loose shirt and yanks it over her head, taking her hand from his body in the process and leaving her completely naked while he remains fully clothed. He pauses as his fingers play at his belt buckle, eyes searching hers for a final chance of backing out.

Mualani leans forward, capturing his lips messily as she makes to unfasten his belt herself, fingers fumbling blindly with the accessory. Eventually, together, they undo the fastener and Mualani shoves his clothing down the jut of his hips. Their teeth clack together inexperiencedly with all the rough pushing and shoving, not yet learning each other well enough to move naturally together quite so soon into their first time.

Kinich is pushing her down just as much as Mualani is falling onto her back on her own, their legs tangling as Kinich shimmies off most of his clothing.

He is running his tongue against her teeth as she takes his cock into her hands again, wrapping her fingers around the girth with one while the other palms at the head, smearing the milky white substance beading on top onto her skin.

It feels so big in her hands; idly, she wonders if she can take it all even as her tongue is sucked between his lips.

Kinich ruts his hips into her hand for a moment longer before leaving her lips with a sticky parting. His breath fans against her skin as he speaks huskily. “Last chance.”

“Please, give it to me.” Mualani breathes heavily, hands moving to wrap around his back again to keep him close. Her fingers twist into the shirt he still wears. “Make love to me. Fuck me. I don’t care which.”

Nudging his naked thighs into the back of hers, he edges them closer together. “Who ever said it couldn’t be both?”

Grabbing his dick, Kinich kisses the tip between her folds, getting just a taste of each other.

Slowly—way too slowly—he is tilting his hips forward and forcing open her hole, the head eventually popping in and staying put.

Mualani bites her lip, feeling the sting of pain from her teeth as her lower half tenses in both anticipation and sudden anxiety.

“Want to stop?” Kinich whispers into her ear.

She forces herself to breathe. Just nerves. A foreign, intense pleasure she hadn’t been expecting. “No, keep going. I’m okay.”

He stares at her flushed face for a long few seconds, deciding to trust her words as he dips his head to peck her lips. His hand moves to thumb at her clit, slowly flooding her mind with a haze to distract her as he pushes in deeper. Mualani chases after his lips, thighs trembling where they frame his body.

The penetration is like a slow pressure building in the depths of her gut, stretching her walls around the intrusion mercilessly as her insides throb. Mualani’s kiss turns sloppy as her thoughts refuse to focus, a long whine singing out of her throat when his hips finally meet hers fully and he’s deep inside.

Kinich kisses her despite her delayed response time, holding still while her fingers dig into his shoulders and her heels into his lower back. His fingers pinch at her nub, tearing out another moan from her.

She feels her pussy clamp down, his cock too tight a fit not to.

He pants into her damp skin. “Archons, you feel good.”

“Move. Move, please, move.” Mualani’s voice comes out quivering, hips making a stuttered motion where she is pressed into the bed.

So, Kinich moves; the unhurried drag back into a short thrust in. She begs for more. Pulling back a little further each roll of his hips, Kinich is soon falling into a rhythm that he keeps for a while – their mouths breathing into each other as their hands explore all the places they can reach.

Harder.

More.

Faster.

More.

Mualani chants these temptations into the quiet space filling with the slick sounds of their entanglement and the slapping of their skins growing louder each second that passes, taunting him to fall into the insanity they both desire.

Kinich pulls back until just the head of his cock remains, pausing a moment to make her clench on the emptiness desperately before shoving the entire length into her at once.

“Ahh!” Mualani can’t help but cry out, her mouth falling open with each punctual thrust. “Ah, ah! Kinich, Kinich!”

When their hips slap together again, he stays put, head dropping and grinding his hips dirtily into her as though he’s stirring her insides. “Unn—look at you, spread open for me.”

She tilts her head back, scratching her nails down his back and sobs embarrassedly. “Don’t look!”

The vulgar sounds coming from their intimate connection makes her entire face hot; her hole tightening despite it. Or, perhaps, because of it.

“You’ve liked it every time I talk like this to you.” Kinich taunts her, breaths coming out labored. Her walls spasm. “Ugh, like that.”

He cants his hips, making another sound erupt from both her lips, mouth and lower. Mualani is whining again.

“You can’t even deny it.” He chuckles hoarsely, pulling out halfway only to lunge back in and setting another quick rhythm of shallow thrusts she can’t keep up with again. “I wonder…”

Her lips wobble and her mind teeters.

Kinich roughly takes her wrists into his hands, a bruising grip guiding them to pull over her head and keep hostage there underneath his weight.

“Ah, ahhh—!”

Oh, being manhandled by him really does something to her.

Kinich lowers himself closer, hips still pumping in a tempo that make her breasts bounce and her nipples catch against his shirt. “Think you can come like this?”

The wicked whisper makes her teary eyes go wide. “No, no, touch me, touch me, touch me.”

His one hand is enough to capture both of her wrists in its grasp, the other now making its way down to her lips and poking inside her mouth. Mualani licks at it.

Kinich huffs a grunt into her ear as he tilts closer to the appendage, hips slamming into hers and exhales curling over the shell. “You might forget your own name. If you’re really good, you might even forget mine.”

The sound that tumbles out of her from the deepest recesses of her pleasured soul is the most depraved moan she has ever heard herself make. She wants it. She wants that. Her pooling tears fall from the corners of her eyes to track down the slope of her cheeks and seep into the bed.

“Kini! Please!” She’s crying out lengthily, begging words barely managed over the thumb still pressed onto her bottom teeth. “I’m close! I’m—”

Taking the hand from her face, he grasps at her knee and yanks her leg close – pressing her body closer. Mualani yelps as her clit is briefly ground against his hips, shocks of pleasure zipping through her veins.

The bed starts creaking as their rough lovemaking makes it rock.

“Please, please, please, I can’t—! Fuck, I can’t!” Mualani doesn’t even know what she’s pleading for anymore, wanting more and wanting it to stop all at once. She throws her head back, hands desperately squirming to be set free. “Too much—!”

Kinich is gasping close to her lips. “You can. Cum, Lani.”

She tilts her hips to meet his every thrust, hoping to give attention to her nub again that’s been left neglected. His fingers dig into the underside of her knee, keeping her thigh pressed into his waist tightly as the other uselessly begins to lose strength and go along with his rough pounding.

“Hah, ahhh!”

Mualani can barely recognize the moaning sobs as her own.

She is pushed higher and higher onto a summit she never realized she could reach. Her nails dig into her own palms as her body is wrung tighter and tighter, belly clenching as something forming deep within it prepares to burst and thoroughly leave her to float as weightlessly as stardust in the galaxy.

“That’s it. Just like this.” He encourages her, hips stuttering even as he continues to refuse to touch her where she desperately wants it.

Mualani can’t think past the amalgamation of sounds in the room. Wet. Slick. The bed about to break. Sharp slaps of skin on skin and the croaking pitch of her voice. Her entire body is shaking apart, trembling so much her eyes are going to roll back from the pleasure that won’t stop.

“Inside! Inside!”

She wants to feel it. Whatever it is. All of it.

“Hah—you’re crazy—"

Her mind in disarray, Mualani doesn’t realize her leg isn’t kept captive anymore – realizes too late as precise, dexterous fingers pinch her clit acutely.

The sudden jolt of pleasure alights every nerve and pours arousal down her throat until she’s drowning in white light and the dark sea all at once. Kinich is kissing her, swallowing her screams in the same way he is forcing her to drink down his own guttural noise that only makes her clench more, insides aching from it all. A warmth spilling deep within her, pooling in a place kept strictly secret, makes her teeter further off another edge; cumming on his cock and gushing around it to leak out.

Fuck—

Fuck…!

Mualani falls into empty space with eyes shut tight; floats around like free specks of dust taken by the chaotic ocean breeze and taken towards the open horizon. Her walls spasm again belatedly.

How long she’s sobbing into his mouth, into his kisses, and shaking apart in his hands, she doesn’t know. Is it tears or sweat dripping down her cheeks?

But as her body descends from the high, Mualani can’t make herself care about anything else besides the satiated thrum electrifying across her skin and the sensitive twitches of her core.

“Ahhh…!” She’s crying out again as her oversensitive nerves are caressed raw when he gives a few more cursory pumps before pulling out completely.

Fuck—it’s so wet between her legs, completely soaked and left to the merciless cold in the room tearing at her heated skin.

Did she…?

“Sorry.” Kinich murmurs to her in apology. He’s still catching his breath.

As he pulls away, Mualani closes her knees embarrassedly. She feels her thighs slide against each other; her slick having made its way down her legs at some point. The slippery slide makes her bite her bottom lip, a tangled thread of heat playing at the edges of her body. Mischievous. Willing to tug her right back down into the abyss with a little more stimulation.

Fingers combing through her bangs tenderly forces her to focus again, eyes darting to meet Kinich’s own.

“Feel better?” He asks softly, brushing her hair into place no matter how useless it probably is.

Taking a moment to think about what he means, Mualani suddenly feels so tired, like a hard crash after a sugar rush. “Yeah…”

She loops her arms around his neck and buries her face into the dip of his neck where her lips ghost across that line of green she wants to follow downwards; just, not today. His shirt is damp with sweat beneath her fingertips.

Kinich presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s clean up.”

“Tired…”

Mualani is already dozing off by the time his short, contemplative hum comes to an end, voice whispered into her hair. “Okay.”

She barely remembers the warm, wet towel wiping between her legs and cleaning off her body or the water he pulls her into a sitting position to drink. Mualani is snuggling into clean blankets, stuffing her nose into the leftover scent of detergent stained into the fabric this entire time for all she really cares, no matter how he moves her body around. She trusts him.

And by the time she truly wakes up again, the room is dark and the curtains closed – her body cocooned warmly inside her bed covers.

Sliding her hand across the sheets, her fingers are met with a coldness congruent with another living being having not been there for some time, if at all.

It wasn’t all a dream, was it?

Surely not if the ache in her muscles say anything.

Sitting up slowly, her legs folding beside her, Mualani looks down, feeling a fabric cling onto her body despite the blankets pooling to her lap.

She’s in a new shirt.

Time ticks away while she sits in the silence and thinks in empty space.

Kinich…

Her heart anxiously patters. Did he leave?

No, he isn’t like that, but…

Mualani twists her fingers into the blankets, watching the material wrinkle between the spaces.

She’ll just have to go find him! He wouldn’t—he wouldn’t fuck her and leave her. He’s genuinely a good guy; she knows that fact with all the confidence in the world. Even if he has regrets, he’d at least say something to her face rather than disappear out of her life for good without a single word or goodbye.

Yeah!

Despite psyching herself up, a nervous tinge still creeps along the edges of her colors, soul reverberating with an uneasy tingle that makes the aura waver.

Sliding her feet off the edge of the bed and meeting the cold floor with her bare soles, Mualani’s trembling knees nearly tumbles her back into the warm covers crumpled from her awakening. A soreness thrumming between her legs causes her to stifle a yelp, covered up by the hand she presses to her lips as the other slaps onto the mattress to catch herself.

Definitely was not a dream.

She clears her throat into her fist, coughing away the awkward shyness no one else but she feels in this shadowy room all by herself. Bracing her hand against the bed, she rights her stance and firmly places her feet to the ground, shivering at the chill in the flooring despite the People of the Springs always being relatively warm.

The large shirt she usually keeps in her wardrobe for sleeping falls to just above midthigh, the cotton brushing against her skin softly. Her feet stepping together makes her realize she is wearing panties too, though not a bra of any sort. Neither of which she remembers putting on, herself.

The first step makes her bite back a whimper, a pleasant kind of soreness that makes the events that have caused it to replay in her memories like a film.

On the second step, she is inhaling sharply to force the sensation to the back of her mind, shoving it alongside said events that had unfolded away onto mental shelves to store forever but not think of them right now.

By the third step, Mualani thinks she has herself together, presentable enough to go face the music.

Probably.

Raking her fingers through her hair and flipping some layers over to the opposite side where she usually keeps her part, Mualani reaches for the door – cool metal pressing beneath her fingertips.

Gently opening it, she peeks out. Nothing but the darkness of her home greets her at first, her gaze trailing through the hazy shadows to drag over the faint outline of something tall leaned up against the wall at the opposite end of where her bedroom door resides.

Sharky Surfboard is neatly resting where she typically keeps it by the front door rather than haphazardly laying on the ground where she had left it in the late morning.

Stepping out and mutely padding her way to round the corner, her naked toes meet with the ribbons of warm hued illuminations on the floor that highlight the colors painted on her toenails amidst the black and white world of night. With fingertips grazing against the wall, Mualani walks into the wash of phlogiston imbued lights spilling out from her kitchen – finally close enough to hear the clinking of pots and utensils and the crackle of the stovetop.

Idling in the open archway, her gaze drags up and down the back of her houseguest, watching as the firm muscles of his shoulders roll beneath his tight shirt while he stirs at a pot – the aroma of the savory soup within filling the space like a hanging raincloud about to pour down. He is wearing the same clothes he arrived in, but his accessories seem to be missing. No headband, no earrings; even his gloves and wristbands are off his person.

“Kinich?” She calls out softly.

And immediately – making her heart nearly beat out of her chest – he looks over his shoulder and meets her gaze. “You’re up. Feeling better or still hot in your skin?”

If Mualani blushes without her notice, Kinich doesn’t voice it either. “I’m fine now.”

He nods with a grunt before turning his attention back to the food. “You slept the day away until night, but dinner is almost ready. Do you want to eat first or bathe?”

Her stomach grumbles noisily at his inquiry, making him snort. Kinich doesn’t wait for her answer, the both of them already knowing what it will be. “Then have a seat at the table. Oh—take that potion I set there.”

“Potion?” She parrots questioningly. Striding over to the table, she eyes the blue and green concoction of constitution and wisdom filling a heart shaped glass bottle and prettied up with a satin ribbon. “Did you find the antidote? A little late for that, don’t you think?” Mualani feels a grin lift her lips; teasing him coming natural to her.

“As if I would hide an antidote away.” She doesn’t need to look to know he has rolled his eyes at her. “Sumerian medicine. A potion for the morning after.”

Oh.

Mualani chokes on her next inhale in surprise, letting out a small cough. Right, she—uh—held him to her with her legs without letting go. And asked him to. And maybe he could’ve gotten himself out, but maybe he couldn’t either. She’s pretty strong herself, after all. “I see. Thanks.”

Sitting down, she uncaps the liquid contraceptive. A bitter, fragrant tang fills her nostrils, making her crinkle her nose. Still, she doesn’t protest or make a fuss, quietly putting the rim to her lips and drinking it down slowly.

The liquid is cool on her tongue, like the wintry zing of mint.

To dispel her own shyness, Mualani can’t help but make fun conversation, her lips moving before she knows it. “You said that with such a straight face just now. Who would’ve thought, the cool and collected Kinich has such a wild side to him between the sheets, saying all those naughty things into my ear. I can be your good girl anytime~”

The ladle jams into the side of the pot with a sharp clang, Kinich twisting his face to her so fast, she worries he gave himself whiplash.

“Y-you—Be quiet!” A dust of pink powders onto his cheeks, Kinich’s hand raising just like before to block it from her view and press the back of his hand into his own lips to muffle the quiver in his voice. “I was just going along with what you liked.”

Ending the conversation while getting the final word in, he makes to resolutely focus on the boiling pot.

He’s deflecting. How cute~

Still sipping – and quite frankly, nursing – the potion, Mualani snickers into the bottle as she watches silently; Kinich finishing up their dinner, fanning down the flames, and going into her cupboards for a couple of bowls and spoons. Scooping a hearty helping of soup into one, he brings it over first, setting down a verdant hued meal.

“Grainfruit Meat Soup.” He announces.

“Concerned about my health?” Mualani giggles knowingly, popping her lips off the bottle. “Smells delicious.”

“There’s a bit of spice to it, be careful.”

Him and his love for spiciness, she swears.

But before Kinich can leave her immediate side, Mualani boldly attaches her hand to the one he is using to hand her the spoon, pulling the hand to her face and leaving a fleeting kiss into naked his palm. “Thank you, really.”

He stares at her mutely for a long second, gently twisting his hand from her grip and caressing her soft cheek. Mualani pushes her face into the affection a teeny tiny bit more. “Of course. For you, I don’t mind.”

Kinich leaves a soft pinch to her cheek before returning to the pot on the stove. Mualani hurriedly chugs down the rest of the potion so they can begin eating together, her eyes nearly stinging from the bitter bite rushing down her throat. She sets the empty bottle aside with a panting huff just as he sets down two glasses of water before going back to retrieve his own meal for tonight.

They barely speak as they eat – a companionable silence falling between them that has always been there and leant them its comforts. Spoons clinking against the bowls, throats drinking down cool water, and the crunch of vegetables between their teeth are the only sounds that surround them, accompanying the cornucopia of flavors spilling into the air.

The titillating spiciness in the soup doesn’t have her sweating, but Mualani is undoubtedly drinking more water than he is by the end of it; and she highly suspects that is on purpose on his part.

Getting her to stay hydrated and all that after the ordeal.

Usually, he tones down the spice level of anything he might cook for her or Kachina. She sends him a playful and knowing glare from across the table as she gulps down the last of her water to soothe her tongue.

He pretends he doesn’t see it, smirking into the napkin he dabs onto his lips.

Kinich gets up from his seat once they both finish their last bites. “I can clean up if you want to bathe.”

“But you cooked, are you sure?” Mualani asks, worrying her inner lip with her teeth as she also stands. “And you’re the guest in the house…”

“We can split chores up more properly next time.” He replies nonchalantly, gathering the dirty dishes on the table to take to the sink. “I’ve already done all the laundry too. Just relax, you’ve had a long day.”

She inhales in a slow breath, watching him silently.

Watching him turn his back to her.

“Hm?” Kinich grunts in mild surprise, stopping in his tracks where he is halted physically. He turns his chin over his shoulder. “Mualani?”

Her name on his lips only makes Mualani tighten the arms she has wound around his waist more, pressing her body into his back snuggly and laying her cheek on his shoulder. She takes a moment to settle the nervous butterflies suddenly fluttering in her stomach, voice coming out meek with the swirling uncertainty. “Will you… stay the night?”

The stilted seconds that pass between them now feel like they last a lifetime of waiting at the edge of the world, waiting for the love of their life to come back across the dusking horizon and watch the rising dawn together.

Kinich pulls away from her desperate embrace; Mualani freezes in place.

Taking a step forward to drop off the breakable dishware in his hands, he turns around to face her with his full attention directly on her and only her. “What is it really?”

“I…”

Her gaze wavers, lips wobbling enough to make her bite at them to keep them still.

She—doesn’t really know, to be honest… Just the sudden numbness of her fragile glass heart feeling raw and vulnerable.

Kinich paces back into her personal space assuredly, grasping her shoulders into his hands and tugging her into tumbling into his chest. He wraps those arms around her, encasing her in his warmth she didn’t realize she dreadfully craved. Mualani raises her own arms, settling them back against his waist and gripping his shirt between her fingers tightly.

She breathes in his scent pressed into her so closely, his body solid and real and right in her hands beneath her fingertips.

His shirt smells like her laundry detergent. And his skin kind of smells like her soaps too.

He must’ve done his own laundry along with the ruined bedsheets and used her shower. He’s done so before; plenty of times by now in her home, really. When he comes over to enjoy the hot springs or comes to surf with her. Albeit he left his shirt on when they—yeah—it isn’t like Mualani hasn’t seen him shirtless before during those occasions.

Does it make her obsessive, possessive even, if the fact that he smells like her so often makes her really happy?

“I’ll stay the night.” Kinich reassures into her hair. “You only need to say the word, and I’ll come straight to you.”

Mualani licks her lips, knowing she’s selfish. “Forever?”

“Forever. It’s a deal then.”

She smiles into his chest where her head is dipped against. “You don’t go back on deals.”

“Never.” Kinich replies more firmly than he has said anything thus far this day. Pulling his head back and nudging at her own, he lowers his chin and angles his head, gifting her a slow kiss to remember this moment by and sign their names with their tongues on the contract engraved into their stars of fate.

The deal is sealed. For forever.

Parting from her lips wetly, he leaves one more fleeting kiss before nodding his head in the direction of the bathroom. “Go on. Then you can sleep some more. Do you have something to do tomorrow?”

Mualani hums contemplatively, running her fingers across the slope of his waist before laying them flat on his abs. “I don’t. Why?”

“Just asking in case I need to be your alarm clock.” Kinich jests, lips quirking.

He steps out of the way of her retributing batting hand.

“Rude!” Mualani huffs, the affronted quality going missing under her giggling. “I’ll get you to enjoy sleeping in, just you wait. As long as you don’t have anything to do in the morning.”

Kinich shrugs, shaking his head. “Not tomorrow. Lucky you~”

The sarcasm isn’t lost on her.

“Lucky me, indeed.” Mualani sniffs, turning her nose up proudly.

Still, as she glides her gaze back at him, Mualani physically feels her expression melt into something soft. Something tender. Something that holds all of their firmly fixed friendship and all of their newly shared loved within it to show to him as though he is gazing into a mirror, haloed by the starry night leading the journey towards dawn.

“Hey… Wanna go on a date if we both have nothing to do?”

Kinich smiles back; Mualani wonder if that’s the expression she’s making—now the one to adore the image in the mirror looking back at her.

“I’ll get a real bouquet for you to start our day, how’s that sound?”

Absolutely perfect.

Notes:

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