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What wakes up Kinich are two small hands snaked up his torso, and lips peppering kisses over his shoulder. Behind him, Mualani snuggles up, hot breath spilling down his neck. Her legs shift behind his, hips canting, and her hands start travelling down his torso.
Kinich rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Really? This early?”
“Come on, Kinich, just a lil’ quickie…”
The air inside the tent is already hot and humid, and there’s already a veil of sweat between their bodies. Despite that, the thought already makes a spark travel down his spine, and he’s got a bad, bad case of morning wood, only made worse by Mualani’s… helpful suggestion.
“Only if we get a shower afterwards… I don’t want to start the day drenched in sweat,” he says.
“Of course! Yippee!” Mualani chirps.
It doesn’t take her long to straddle his hips, pushing him on his back. Nor does it take much longer for her to grab his cock, almost painfully hard, and tease her pussy with it. He hisses, grabbing her thighs, hiking up his hips for her to stroke his length.
“Get going, we don’t have any time to lose,” he grunts.
To which she answers by slipping the head past her entrance, then sinking herself down on him all at once, allowing him to plunge through. She sighs, hands on his chest, nails digging into the bare skin.
“Oh yes, don’t worry, I won’t make you wait,” Mualani says, starting to move her hips up and down, whining with every time she loudly slaps down on him.
He grabs her hips to encourage her, but really, Mualani doesn’t need much to get going. The only thing that consistently bothers Kinich about it is how loud she always seems to be, but gods, he wouldn’t do anything to prevent her from sighing and whimpering with glee every time she moves, her pert little round breasts bouncing with every movement. She settles into a hurried rhythm, fucking herself silly on his dick, quick and easy, chasing her own release rather than his, and she swiftly finds her way to it, as evidenced by the growing volume of her exclamations.
“Yes, fuck—hah, fuck, Kinich, you’re so good, lord,” she squeals.
He wouldn’t be fucking her if her praise didn’t spur him on, though. He responds to it in kind, hips snapping up to meet her ass and keep the motion going as it grows harder to maintain for her. Soon, he realizes he’s chasing his own pleasure as much as he’s seeking hers.
It doesn’t take that much longer to reach the peak for the both of them. Just as she’s starting to whine in those short, punched out little whines he has learnt to recognize as the sign she’s about to come, he feels himself nearing his peak too. The heat and pressure keep rising, his thrusts becoming harder to maintain, but the summit being so close keeps him focused on the task at hand. When he comes, it’s almost a surprise with how easy it keels him over, sending his seed deep inside Mualani’s inviting cunt.
Mualani comes almost in sync, breathing out, “Fuuuck,” as she comes too, her cunt spasming around his dick as he empties himself inside.
She milks him for every drop of spend, until they’re left a panting, breathless, sweaty mess on the roll-out camping mattress they set up the night before. It’s damp and it smells of sex inside their tent, but Mualani seems fully unencumbered as she gets up and wipes the cum dripping out of her pussy.
Mualani stretches and sighs with content, standing fully naked in front of the shower’s door.
“That was a great start to an even greater day!” she exclaims. “Let’s get cleaned up and join the others, we’ve got a gang of delinquent Koholasaurus to catch!”
“Says the cause of us needing to hurry so we won’t be late at the rendezvous point,” Kinich snarkily remarks. “I still don’t know who between you and Ajaw is the most difficult to get out of bed.”
“I would hope Ajaw isn’t making you late for the same reason as I am,” Mualani quips with a wink.
Kinich can’t keep in his grimace of disgust, which prompts a giggle from Mualani. She enters the shower, and instead of finding a rebuke, Kinich finishes undressing to join her.
As she suds up soap and starts washing him, it becomes quite evident their morning tryst wasn’t quite enough to satiate her. Her fingers and hands linger on his skin, her eyes intently staring into his; he knows what this means.
“Seriously? You’re still horny?” he asks.
Mualani’s face falls. “Oh, I’m sorry, but it’s just, you’re so fun, you know? You’re so hot, and I just want to…” Her hand splays on his stomach, slipping down to where his hair starts. “… y’know?”
“Then just do, no need to dance around it,” Kinich replies with a sigh.
They’re definitely gonna be late.
Mualani greets his concession with a beaming smile and drops to her knees; it doesn’t take more than a few strokes to bring him back to a full erection. Seemingly delighted, Mualani opens wide, stroking along his length as she swallows his cock. Her tongue wraps around it, and she takes him all the way to the back of her throat, keeping a firm hand around his shaft. Her other hand takes his balls and massages them as she bobs her head with dedication. Clearly, she’d been waiting for this all along, ever since she suggested they take their shower together to… ‘save time’, she said, and he now knows that was a bold-faced lie. Still, he’s not about to complain that there’s a girl in his life making excuses to suck him dry, now, is he? It’s not like he’s not consenting to it.
On the contrary, his hand digs into her hair and grabs a fistful, pulling her into the motion. She embraces it, only moving her hands from him to cup one of his buttcheeks with one, and sink fingers into her own drenched heat with the other. He knows what she wants, and gives it to her—he grabs her head with both hands and fucks into her mouth. She gurgles, but her exceptional ability to hold her breath and near nonexistent gag reflex allow him to keep going and going and going, while the heat builds in his core. Even with the water running, he sees tears pricking the corners of her eyes, but he doesn’t stop, like she’s instructed him to.
He only stops when she does, desperately gasping for air, spit dribbling down her chin. She takes a moment to recover, wiping the saliva from her chin and brushing her bangs from her eyes. Then, she springs up, turns around, and spreads her buttcheeks as she leans against the shower wall.
“Fuck me?” she asks.
As if the thought to refuse would even cross his mind. Despite how little time has elapsed since their last activity, he’s raving to go, cock almost painful with arousal, itching to bury himself into Mualani’s tight heat. He finds his way inside easily, his dick slipping past her drenched folds with no effort at all. She grabs his hip, and slams herself onto him, starting to move before he can even do it himself.
She bounces on his cock, using the shower wall for stability. As usual, she’s making his effort minimal; he’d say it’s only because of how badly she’s seeking her own release, but he knows she won’t come from this position. Maybe what she seeks is to feel him falling apart—maybe she wants even worse than that. Still, he indulges her, for as long as that agreement about not falling in love holds.
Not that Kinich needs her to fall in love with him; this is easy, this is fun. The fact that there’s no strings attached is half the fun of it, and the only downside he can think of is that everyone around them must have an inkling that something is going on between them by now. The only other potential downside is an eventual jealous girlfriend, but there’s no one in Kinich’s life that could fill that spot right now.
So far, Mualani seems to be holding up her end of the deal. Her smooth, fragrant skin is soft beneath his fingers, making him reach for it almost without realizing. His hands mould into the shape of her, grabbing onto her hips to intensify the motion as the pleasure courses through him. The pressure accumulates at the apex of his thighs, oh so sweet, and he seeks it, his thrusts soon growing abrupt and reaching a frenetic pace. Mualani moans into it, pushing against the shower wall to keep bouncing on his dick, but soon she can only receive what he imposes her.
“F-fuck,” Kinich groans as he feels himself nearing the edge.
He struggles to keep up with the rhythm, the summit so close he can touch it; when he finally reaches it, it’s overwhelmingly intense, spreading like a flash in his mind, leaving it blank. He spills hard and fast inside of her, and then lets go of her hips to lean back against the opposite shower wall. His heart rate takes a while to come down— he’s left panting, wholly spent.
Mualani turns around to face him and giggles, she then leans forward to meet him and lands a kiss on his cheek.
“Good boy,” she whispers near his ear, making a spark instantly travel down his spine.
Kinich doesn’t know if he likes the effect that has on himself. What he knows is that he better come up with a goddamn good excuse for how late they’re gonna be.
The thing with Mualani is, Kinich is never sure what sort of convoluted excuse she’ll find to have sex. It’s the only downside he can find to this arrangement—that she’s distracting, or has the potential to become distracting, especially while on an actual commission.
Part of him used to wonder how she could cope without someone to satisfy her; if she’d be horny all the time, and spend an inordinate amount of time masturbating to pass the urge. And while the thought of Mualani being constantly hot and bothered is quite exciting, Mualani said that it’s not that she has to have sex; it’s that having Kinich on hand makes it too easy not to indulge.
Kinich somehow doubts it, but chooses to believe it for now. A happy Mualani is a generous Mualani… And asking too many questions could ruin the mood.
Thus, Kinich shuts the fuck up and eats Mualani’s ass like his life depends on it.
She’s obviously practiced, because it doesn’t take much effort to loosen her up. He’s two fingers deep, the Hydro of her Vision slicking his fingers, when he determines he has enough to fit his throbbing dick inside. She moans into it, nails scraping his arms as he pushes past her tight entrance to get inside. It takes a few thrusts for her to take him to the hilt, but she whines when he gets there, angling her hips to give him better access. He starts thrusting into her, folding her in half on the rock she sat on. She’s going to bruise so much from this and he told her, but she didn’t seem to care.
She certainly doesn’t care now.
“Oh, fuck yes—hah—Kinich, pound me hard, please,” she whines while pulling him into the motion.
Her lips ravish his, claiming his breaths as he struggles to find the best angle to plow into her. He soon finds it, and she greets it with glee; his hips start moving to a sustained rhythm, while Mualani whines and moans into every thrust. Her ass is so, so fucking tight, gripping his dick as he drags himself in and out. It doesn’t take long for him to already feel the arousal pooling inside his guts starting to rise.
The worst part of it is, he knows she’s not only doing this because she wants to come. She also wants the pleasure of making him come undone, the haphazard crescendo as he tips right over the edge, the heat that slicks his skin, the stuttering rhythm of his breathing, and the sensation of his cum filling her up to the brim. And perhaps Kinich likes how desperate she gets for it, unrelenting, demanding.
Which is why they’re taking a break in the middle of their hunt to fuck in a cave. Because, while truly he could refuse, he can’t deny that this is a welcome break. When Mualani asked him to fuck her ass, he thought she was kidding at first, but really she had never suggested it because she feared he’d think of it as gross—but Mualani has a Hydro vision, no issues prepping appropriately in that case, that’s for sure.
Since this is their third session of the day, it’s not as easy as he was expecting, but feeling the pleasure slowly getting to a simmer, then climbing to a boil, while his lips stay locked with hers, their tongue intertwined, her legs hooked on his arms, he can’t say he’s regretting it. Sweat already slicks his forehead, forms a film between their bodies, and has soaked through his shirt, but he doesn’t care. The only thing on his mind is Mualani’s tight ass and the little breathless moans she lets out, almost like hiccups, as his hips smack against her buttocks at an increasingly sustained pace.
“Fill me up, hah, please, you’re—hah, fuck—you’re so good Kinich, please fill me up,” she whispers against his lips.
He’s too focused on the task at hand—or, more accurately, too lost into it—to give a proper reply. Tension climbs in his gut, firm, delightful pression, ushering him to keep his breakneck pace until it releases. Her ass clamps down on his dick, her warmth overwhelming, her sighs and whines of pleasure making his head spin. The tide rises and rises, making thoughts more difficult to articulate beyond, ‘Fuck, she’s so good.’
He feels it tempting him, so close he can almost touch it; as the rhythm becomes harder to sustain, Mualani keeps pulling him into it, begging him to continue fucking her as hard as he can. And so he does. By miracle, he does continue until the rising pleasure becomes a full rush and overtakes his consciousness in a flash. He hiccups in surprise as the orgasm takes him, overwhelming, overpowering any form of thought or process other than shooting his seed deep inside Mualani’s ass. His cock throbs, his hips snap against her in a jerky, haphazard motion as he gives it all to her.
When he is finally depleted, he stops, panting and dizzy, suspended above her.
She laughs. “Oh, by the Archons, I’ve never been fucked so hard in the ass before,” she says. “I miiiiight be a bit sore after this, haha.”
“Well, hah, you asked for it, Mualani. You literally did,” he replies.
He stands up and lets his dick slip out of her ass. His cum drips in thick globs from the hole left gaping for a second.
“Indeed,” Mualani exclaims, a proud smile on her face, almost looking smug, if looking smug was something Mualani could even do. She slowly gets up from the rock, wincing in discomfort. “I’ll probably have a couple of bruises to show for it, too…” she adds with a wince.
“You better not let anyone know where they came from,” Kinich reminds her while putting his underwear and pants back on.
“Of course, as always,” Mualani replies with a wink. “Now, please wait for me, I’ll need to clean up a bit,” she says, slowly sitting up from the rock.
“Alright,” Kinich says.
He leaves her to clean herself up, still floating on clouds as he reaches the forest path they were on before this break. Part of him wonders how long this can realistically last without everyone around them getting the wrong idea. Some people—especially Lumine—might already have a clue that something is going on, and he’d much rather nobody asks questions about it, because he’d be hard pressed to answer any of them.
He likes this the way it is now, that’s what he knows—and he doesn’t want it to change.