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“If you don’t be quiet, everyone’s going to hear you.”
Hand shoved over his mouth, muffling the desperate little noises Jennie was wringing out of him, Kyle shoots the grinning woman a teary-eyed glare, which she responds to with a wicked smirk, lips slick and shiny, as if she was daring him to catch the attention of the party-goers downstairs. Expert fingers dance along the bared skin of his waist, tracing barely-visible freckles and moles, and she turns her head, still staring into Kyle’s eyes, to bite the skin of his inner thigh. The sharp sting makes Kyle yelp, throwing his head back and biting into the palm of his hand, and the following suction of the other hero sucking a matching bruise to go with the indentations of her teeth wrings a low, drawn-out groan from him.
He’s already a mess of those marks, little purple-red bruises smattered across his sweat-slick skin like a canvas. Possessive by nature, Jennie’s thing had been leaving her marks, her claim, everywhere for as long as Kyle had known her in this way. She liked the sight of them on him, liked the thrill of seeing how far she could push it until someone saw something he could hide, and liked the thought of Kyle carrying her marks under his clothes.
And Kyle?
Kyle likes being marked. He likes the throb of the reminder, likes the sharp sting and the pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He likes being on display just as much as Jennie likes displaying him.
A warm tongue presses against his clit suddenly, and Kyle’s back arches. Already wrung out from Jennie’s earlier ministrations, his orgasm hits him like a supernova, toes curling against the sheets and the muscles of his stomach tensing and jumping wildly. His whine is high and broken, and he’s quick to grab the pillow not being used to prop his hips up and push it against his face to muffle the noises he makes. Jennie doesn’t give him time to come down from the high, pushing a finger in, and even muffled by the background noise of people talking and music playing below them, the wet sound it makes is obscene.
“Look at you.” Jennie says, voice husky, and Kyle’s face feels hot, his body feels wrung out and his nerves jump with each touch, each thrust. “So pretty. Such a pretty boy, you’re doing so good for me, darling.” She purrs, and Kyle can feel her lips flutter against his lower stomach, can feel her tongue sweep across the sweat and goosebumps there.
Kyle whines again, words long since stolen from him, and all he can do is desperately roll his hips in time with her praises, chasing more, letting her voice wash over him as she adds another finger, giving him the deliciously painful sting of the stretch as his body adjusts to the intrusion. Her thumb is on his clit, just enough pressure that it sends sparks up his spine, and he lets the woman push the pillow away from his face.
“There you are.” She coos, curling her fingers just so, and Kyle’s breath catches on a groan as the build-up to another orgasm coils in his stomach. “How you holding up, beautiful?”
Kyle lets out another breathy moan in response, but then whines at the denial as Jennie’s fingers go still inside of him.
“Words, sweetheart.” Jennie scolds, biting the skin at the junction of his hip. “Tell me how much you like this.”
“Jen.” Kyle hisses, frustrated to be denied as he rolls his hips, but she just presses a hand down on his stomach, using her greater strength to keep him still.
“Kyle.” She responds, deeply amused, even as he glares at her. “Use your words baby, tell me what you want.” Jennie doesn’t look away from his eyes as she kisses the most recent bite, almost tender in a way that does funny things to Kyle’s chest. “I want to make you feel good.”
“It - it does.” Kyle whines, “It was good - what you were doing. Jen, please.”
“You want me to keep opening you up?” She probes lightly, scissoring her fingers to punctuate her statement, and Kyle’s entire body jolts with a strangled sob of pleasure. “Make sure you’re nice and loose when you go back to Oa? I’m sure Sora would like that - or Guy.” The grin on Jennie's face is nothing short of predatory, all sharp teeth and sharper amusement, like Kyle was a small animal she had cornered, "Or maybe you'll convince Hal to have a taste. I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you, baby?"
Kyle's face is hot, but he can't deny the effect her words have on him by the way he tightens around her fingers.
She chuckles, "Kinky, aren't you darling?" Jennie teases, smoothing her hand along his thigh and adding a third finger as a reward. "Good boy," she says, soothing away his lingering embarrassment with a kiss to his knee. “You’re doing beautifully,” she tells him, “we can get you a toy to keep you full when we get you home.”
Kyle groans deep in his chest, feeling her fingers moving and massaging inside of him, and he screws his eyes shut, tipping his head back desperately. “I -” he stutters, “- I want you to fuck me.” He says pleadingly, “Please.”
Jennie coos in response, like he’d said something exceptionally cute. “I will, baby,” she says, kissing down his leg, “since you asked so nicely. I’ll put your favourite on, and fuck you so well you’ll be good and rested when you leave.”
“Yes - please, yes,” Kyle’s voice quivers as the coil in his stomach gets tighter and tighter with every movement of her fingers, and when her mouth lands on his clit, sucking and kissing, the coil snaps. Vision going white, Kyle lets out a high pitched sigh of, “Jennie!”
He continues to make breathless little noises as Jennie’s fingers are pulled out slowly, and her tongue drags through his release as she hums. Every breath that puffs against his core has him quivering, walls trying to clamp down on something that was no longer there, and Kyle’s vision doesn’t fully start to return until a damp paper towel is swept across his ass and inner thighs, cleaning up the mess that Jennie’s tongue had missed.
“You did wonderful, baby.” Jennie’s voice washes over him as he blinks the stars out of his eyes, “I bet you’re feeling a lot better now, huh? Too much tension.” She clicks her tongue, “You need to come home more often.”
Kyle huffs, ignoring the last part of the statement, and he tugs on her shoulder, a silent signal for her to move closer. He pulls her in, slotting their lips together with a sort of soft hunger, tasting himself on her tongue, and he can feel her smiling into the action. Jennie plasters herself against him, hands on either side of his head, hair falling over her shoulder, and breasts pressed against his chest as she returns the kiss enthusiastically. Kyle traces his hands across her sides, her muscular back, before he slides them onto her ass, squeezing lightly in the way he knows Jennie enjoys.
When they pull apart, Kyle bumps his nose against Jennie’s meeting her eyes, “I’ll try,” he says softly, and Jennie only smiles knowingly in response.
They both know that Kyle’s responsibilities couldn’t guarantee anything.
“Well, you two look like you’ve been having a good time.”
Kyle jolts at the unexpected voice, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that his jeans and boxers had been thrown somewhere in the first desperate scramble in the guest room and his shirt rucked up to his neck, eyes snapping to the closed door to see Todd leaning against the wall, shadows dancing across his shoulders and a bottle of beer in hand.
Todd salutes him playfully with his beer, “Hey, Kyle.”
“Todd.” Jennie, uncaring of her own missing shirt, and unbothered by the fact that her brother was in the room and seeing her plastered against Kyle’s chest, lips still shiny and red from Kyle’s cum, just smiles at the other man mischievously. “Did you come to watch the show?”
Todd huffs out a laugh, taking a swig from his bottle, “Naw,” he says. “Just came to warn you that the others are catching on to your little disappearing act. They’re taking bets on who’s topping this time.”
Kyle’s cheeks burn.
Jennie laughs, “You shadow travelled through a locked door to tell us that?” She teases, head tilting in consideration for a moment, before she’s pressing herself closer to Kyle and batting her lashes at her brother, “What, were you hoping you’d get an invitation?”
Todd scoffs, “Please,” he says, “I shared a womb with you - there’s nothing you could bribe me with to make me share another thing with you.”
“Hurtful.” Jennie pouts, “Rude. What a horrible brother, hurting Kyle’s feelings like that.”
“My feelings are fine.” Kyle squeaks, mortified.
“Yeah, Jen.” Todd teases, “Kyle totally doesn’t want a twin sandwich.”
“Of course he doesn’t.” Jennie sniffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she straightens, fixing her bra as she does so. “Who needs you when they already have me?”
“Wow.” Her brother rocks back, a hand on his chest, “That hurt me, Jen, deeply.”
“Good.” She sticks her tongue out at Todd, sliding off of Kyle and out of the bed as she searches around for her shirt.
Kyle follows seconds after, stumbling like a newborn colt towards where he thinks he remembers Jennie tossing his pants after she’d peeled him out of them, fixing his shirt as he goes.
“I’ll have you know that I could totally sleep with Kyle if I wanted to.” Todd’s retort makes Kyle squeak again, face burning.
Jennie laughs, “He’s pretty, isn’t he?”
“He is.”
Kyle makes a quiet noise of triumph as he finds his lost clothes, wrestling himself into his boxers as he tries to ignore the twins’ conversation behind him, and the eyes searing into his back.
“Say, Kyle,” Todd’s thoughtful voice makes Kyle jolt as he tries to fight his leg into his jeans, quietly cursing himself for picking skinnies for the party, “Next time you’re free, you should call me. Damon and I could show you a good time.”
The noise he makes is akin to a cat getting pushed into water, and Kyle thanks any god listening when he finally manages to get his leg into his jeans. He buttons it quickly, zipping up his fly, and he summons his ring to his finger instinctively, trying not to think about the elephant in the room. “Thanks for the offer.” He says, desperately trying to appear casual, and Todd grins at him, amused.
“Think about it.” The other hero says flirtatiously, saluting with his beer bottle again and melting back into the shadows with a laugh, leaving Kyle to his flustered, and admittedly aroused, mortification.
Jennie only laughs at him, the traitor.