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The heat was excruciating, not helped by Lihaku’s knackered old car hardly having functional air conditioning, and the electrically opened windows for the front doors being broken. Lahan was sat in the front passenger seat with every air vent available to him pointed at him and a small battery fan resting in his hand, while Zuigetsu and Shisui sat in the back, all silent to not produce any more warm air from filling the car.
It must have been nice in the Ma’s fancy new minibus, but they’d drawn the short straws and this was the consequence. Couldn't the production company have loaned us one? Shisui thought with half her head sticking out the window. Maomao and Xiaolan said she’d been grouchier than normal, but how could she not be when she had to put up with this.
She leant in just enough to see the map open on Lihaku's phone, an hour and half left to go. She started at the number as it ticked down by the minute, but noticed something move off to the right of her vision, towards her and away again, and then repeated a few more times.
Zui was sneaking looks at her, in the way he usually did when he wanted to say something. She ignored him for the moment, sticking her forehead back out the window, fighting off the delirium from the heat and thought about the coming couple weeks.
Both Bubbles and Edel Glanz had the same production company, and when Xiaolan floated the idea of a summer camp it was decided to save on budget and take advantage of fandom hype, the idol groups would have the camp together, with all the excitement and photo ops that came along with collabs. But they needed to get to the beach camp first, and this car ride was becoming increasingly unbearable.
That was when she noticed a services signpost, and to her immense relief, the minibus indicating and turning onto the sliproad. A break, at last. Lihaku turned in behind the minibus and the car struggled up the incline, before they found a pair of parking spaces in the shade of some trees in the services car park.
Undoing their seat belts the two in the front got out just fine, but when the two at the back tried to open the doors, they wouldn’t budge. “Ah, forgot they do that sometimes.” Lihaku said, being met with expressions of mixed anger and disgust. “You can climb through the front if you want.”
“Nah, it’s good we’ll just wait.” Zuigetsu said, holding Shisui down when she tried to lift herself out of her seat. She turned her dire expression to the purple haired freak who had his hand on her thigh. Though. He did want to talk. Letting out a breath she felt how the air had cooled slightly now the engine wasn’t running and they were in the shade. She could deal with this.
“Yeah fine I’ll stay, can I have an ice tea?”
“Sure. Zui?”
“Just water.”
“Cool, be back in a bit.” Lihaku and Lahan joined up with the group in the minivan heading over to the shop at the edge of the car park. Once they were far enough away Shisui got straight to the point.
“So no progress with Maomao?”
“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?” He looked supremely pathetic while he went on lamenting his inability to get with the girl he loved, coming up with every excuse in the book as to why he could get time alone with her, never mind potentially begin flirting with her.
“Well, why don’t you just learn from experience and do whatever you did with me?” She asked.
She earned a hard stare. His eyes locked with hers as the gears turned in his head. Eventually he squinted, seeming to come to some kind of a conclusion, his right hand reached for the roller for the window nearest to him, the higher it got, the lower his gaze fell, until by the quiet thump of the glass reaching the top of the door his focus was pointed squarely at her breasts.
Shisui’s heart stopped for a moment, slow to compute what was going on, the reality of the situation only dawning on her when his eyes shot back up and crawled forward, his face was so close she could feel the hungry breath from his nose flowing over her lips.
He leant further forwards. She leant further back. All the way until her head hit the hard plastic of the door, still warm after being exposed to the sun. Zui’s hand reached for the other winder, his obsidian eyes carving holes hid her psyche like she hadn't felt for months.
“You think I can do even this much with her?” He questioned, his voice readily becoming harsh and wanting, the hushed creeping of the window slowly rising in the background drowning out all other background noise. “Do you have any idea how much I've been holding back?”
With a final turn the final window thudded shut and he slammed his lips against hers, Shisui complying immediately, throwing her hand around his neck and proving his point perfectly knowing that isolated from the outside, they didn't need to concern themselves with being quiet.
Their lips and tongues clashed without regard, their hands wandering over skin and through hair, while their pelvises rubbed against each other through their clothes. Shisui moaned when his hand returned to her thigh, pushing it away so his fat bulge could press up against her centre, back arching into him when he ran the long protrusion of his trousers between her legs with a tasteful thrush, the return stroke just as electric as she matched him, moving in the opposite direction.
With her leg now out of the way, Zui’s hands could get elsewhere, Shisui feeling fingertips, then fingers and slight roughness of palms gliding agonisingly slowly up her front, squeezing at the soft fat of her belly and feeling every rise and fall of ribs as they snaked round to her back, clipped nails racking up her spine to the clip of her bra.
With a swift swipe he freed her tits, tossing her bra to the floor and releasing her from the kiss, a string of saliva stretching between their separated mouths and breaking over Shisui's chin as her view was filled by his dark hair. Her throat rumbled as he squeezed her, her nipples caught between his middle and ring fingers, timed just right with his hips, the pleasure flowing through her.
She hated to admit it, but like Zui, she was pent up, she needed this kind of attention, that she wanted more when he bit gently on one of her nipples poking up through the fabric of her shirt, gnawed at her core. Before she could think much more she used her right hand to drag his same hand down to stimulate her more directly.
“Getting needy are we?” He looked up with the most stupidly smug grin despite his lips remaining wrapped around the soggy outline of her teat. She refused to play into it.
“Shut up and fuck me Zui.” He looked back at her unimpressed, the friction of his slender fingers cutting through her bush and over her clit while he rolled the nipple he’d trapped over his teeth. Her face fell straight back into his hair with a whine as his hand pulled back to undo the button of her mini shorts.
Her hips rose to meet his hand, his fingers moulding the curve of her front, hairs compressed under his palm as his middle finger which traced down from her clit then pressed gently against her entrance, but not quite inside. Every time she tried to move herself towards him he moved with her, his fingertip staying at that tantalising edge, far too tentative for her liking, and he knew that.
“Zuiii…” She impatiently whined into his hair. Hummed into her breast, pressing just enough to to stretch her shallowest insides and pressing down with his wrist. His head rose to rest on her collar so he could watch his ring finger join his middle sink two knuckles deep into her, a breathy moan seeping through his hair when he curled his fingers towards his palm.
He retreated and re-entered with a painfully gentle pace, making her struggle just enough to keep still that she felt a drop of sweat that had formed on her neck drip down onto her shoulder. Their ever increasing body heat trapped in the metal box she was being fucked in sapped as much out of her as Jinshi’s fingers, every drop of sweat a small part of her being lost to him, her skin and siphoning their life away with their deepening wetness.
Every stretch of herself around his knuckles teased a bit more of her juices out of her. Zui was reaching as deep as he could, his fingertips ploughing their way in until knuckle hit fold, the sound almost doing as much damage to her as the feeling of his fingers spreading inside her, stimulating as much of her walls as they could as they pulled back out of her.
His head moved up to neck when she tilted her head back into his left hand as she bathed in that stimulation, an opening that allowed him to feast on her beautifully sweaty jugular. His tongue lapped up every streak and droplet, savouring her saltiness and the give of her skin when he pressed into it. The tension in her grew with his lazy laps and swirling fingers, a rumbling groan from her throat and a shudder of her hips coming in reply, his torturous ministrations.
But she was met by a sudden emptiness, the air rushing over her as Zui’s sweaty palm lifted from her now exposed pelvis, shorts pushed down her legs and joining her underwear on the floor. She was, annoyingly, coming to her senses. The beige tint of two decade old fabric of the car roof filling what little she saw didn’t help clear the daze Zui had put her in, every sense seeming to melt and homogenise. The sound of another zipper becoming undone didn’t register until she felt something far thicker than his fingers poke at her sodden hole.
He charged in with little thought. Her walls fought back despite the work that had been done and the plentiful lubrication provided, the resistance to the entry of his cock pushing her back and she recoiled just enough from the surprise that Zui’s first attempt was stopped only the first few inches into her.
She had slipped out of his grasp, something Shisui feared he would let happen again. Both his hands found her again, his left skirting around her neck so his fingers folded over her shoulder and his right pushing against the small of her back. A sultry whine escaped her as he pulled her down onto himself.
“Fuck, sorry.” He breathed, regaining some semblance of control, the sweat pouring from his brow.
Shisui heaved her head towards him, giving him another firm glare, making sure that he was at least paying the least amount of attention. “Not that she's fragile, but you better treat Maomao more delicately.” Her arms returned to their place, resting on his shoulders so that her hands could connect behind his head. “Got it?”
He closed his eyes, “Got it.”, but when he opened them, any idea of restraint behind them had disappeared completely, she could feel the jolt of electric sensation thunder from her ear to her cunt with his rumbling voice as he leaned forwards. “But as for you.”
His face hung over her as he pulled her down and thrust his hips up, the rest of him sliding in and past where his fingers could reach, ploughing into depths that had lacked the grace of stimulation for months. She swallowed back the air that was forced out of her before whatever horrid noise that she would have made slipped out of her when his pelvis slapped against her pussy fat and his tip kissed her core.
She might have thought that she missed being filled by him, if not for the scraping of where shaft met head against her coiling flesh and the return stroke with hurried arcs of a finessed animalistic passion. Shisui lost herself the look of dogged determination in his crystalline eyes, her eyelids hanging open, watching him with her own languid resolve while their breaths intermingled and spilt over each other’s reddening faces.
Shifting in his arms their lips glanced, the prickle of nerves at the slight touch, amongst the cacophony of sensory experience at the other end of their bodies’, sent them spiralling, breasts and arms and thighs rubbing against every possible surface. Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and velvety hair Shisui scratched and pulled as he pounded at her, throwing the effort he was putting into her back at him. His forehead pressed into hers, maintaining their locked fiery gaze, but never letting their lips meet again.
Faces dripping, they must have reused all the air in the car at least twice by the time Zui’s thumb moved to her clit, moaning carnally when she constricted at his touch, but his pace never faltered, he doing his utmost to get it over and done with, and suffering the consequences as much as her with their sensitivity building ever further.
Without his hand supporting her it took all her effort to stop herself from collapsing onto the seat until her climax, which Zui powered through, her vision blurring at the overstimulation. All she could do was hold on tight as she was racked by his rock hard cock and her hip rattling orgasm, threads of expelled liquid tying their lower bodies for the final slams of his splendid length before he burst over her stomach.
They heaved heavy air into each others’ mouths, the sweat pooled at the connection of their foreheads started to overflow and what more sweat Zui. They lay still, melting into the fabric of the seats and clothes in the heat, the brakes of their conscience applying hard against the spinning wheels of their passion. As the momentum of their minds slowed, their breathing normalised and despite the air around them staying hot, the hotness of their bodies began to dissipate. Shisui's hand remained in his hair, ruffling his already dishevelled hair, taking in the little bit of peace they’d achieved.
Then suddenly, the very distinct sound of Xiaolan’s shouting. Shit. They shot up, winding the windows down as fast as they could, then Shisui dug into her bag. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She chucked a packet of tissues at Zui while dragging what had been a neatly folded towel out and wiping her face down while getting (mostly) redressed.
Turning to look out the back of the car she saw how close the returning group was getting, deciding to forego underwear and slip her mini-shorts on. As she was looking down she noticed the patch of drool on her shirt, slinging the towel over her shoulder to cover it after giving the man to her right some side eye now she possessed a modicum of clarity.
Somehow they seemed to get away with it, Lihaku swung into the open window next to Zuigetsu, “Delivery!” He dropped a pair of water bottles into his lap, then two differently flavoured bottles of ice tea were wafted in Shisui’s face.
“Peach and Mango!” Xiaolan announced.
“Thank you~” Her presence was a breath of fresh air, and together with some actual fresh air, she felt far more refreshed than any amount of Jinshi’s stagnant breath could ever do for her.
“Chue was right. You two needed an extra one.”
“Huh?”
Behind Xiaolan and through the tinted glass of the minibus, a brown haired sparrow-like girl offered a fingerwave and grin.
“Shit.”
“SHISUI, SWEARING!”
“Ah, sorry.”
“We’re idols we have standards to uphold.” Xiaolan put her hands to her hips and puffed out her chest proud.
Shisui was caught between Xiolan’s earnest pride and Chue for a good few seconds before Gaoshun caught up with the group and made sure everyone was ready to be off on their way again, Maomao following close behind him, catching Shisui’s eye.
Maomao looked at her, and then at Zui, and then back at her, went “Hmmm?” and walked towards the minibus. She wouldn’t even try, there was almost nothing she could hide from her.