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“Pamachin…” Helios whines. Her index finger traces along the length of Palmer’s cock — Palmer’s hips buck involuntarily. “Look at me.”
Goddesses, she was so hard to say no to. Palmer does just that. Slowly, she removes the arm obscuring her face and tilts her head up toward Helios. For a moment, maybe no longer than five seconds, they stay like that. Eyes met in wordless curiosity, as if waiting to see who would make the next move. Palmer’s eyelashes bat, cheeks flushed and mouth slightly agape.
Tonight, Palmer intentionally wore a bra size just a half cup smaller than her usual fit, hoping — and correctly predicting — that tonight’s sleepover activities would venture elsewhere once midnight arrived. She wondered if Helios noticed. She assumed Helios noticed, taking into account how she had to pretend not to notice her discreet ogling at her cleavage for a good chunk of the night.
The further they went, the need on Palmer’s face made itself more and more evident. So real, so tangible. Helios smiles wildly.
“Cute!” She chirps. “So cute I could pass out! I’ve totally scored.”
“Sucha sweet talker…” Palmer forces out a small chuckle, finding her half hard cock increasingly difficult to ignore. Her eyes dart away from Helios, a little embarrassed.
“I’m being serious. Super serious! Cute and sexy, I know girls who’d literally kill to have that kinda charm…”
A bit of projection there. Sometimes Helios looked at Palmer with adoration, and other times with envy. Her charm was so damn effortless in a way Helios couldn’t help but subconsciously wish she could emulate.
“Helios…” Palmer shyly tugs at the hem of Helios’ pajama shirt. Her fingers idly toy with a button. “Touch me.”
Her voice was high and light. Not a demand, but a plea that came from deep within.
“But I am.” Helios says innocently. Cloying. She lets her thumb brush over the tip of Palmers cock. It was slow. Deliberate. And sent a delicious jolt throughout her body.
“Ah–! You know what I mean!” Palmer fires back. Helios couldn’t for the life of her take her seriously. The whiny lilt in her voice and that damn pout. Her ears pinned back against her head all needy and defenseless. “All of me.”
“Soz! Just kidding!
Soz. Palmer made a mental note to figure that one out later.
Helios leans in, her voice lowered. Raw, smooth like honey, straight into Palmers ear. “I’d never be that mean to you. You know that.”
Finally, Helios allows her hand to wrap around Palmers erection, stroking in an easy, gentle motion. To this, Palmer crumbles completely.
“Mmh!”
“Feels good?” Helios asks, knowing every bit what the answer would be.
Palmer nods vigorously, a small and half moaned “Yeah.” leaving her mouth. “P-perfect.”
She looks down at the scene below. How Helios’ dainty hand wrapped around her shaft, leaking precum. She took note of her chipped nail polish (which surely, Jordan would be less than enthused about), and the concentration laden on her face. So attentive, so focused on Palmers pleasure.
“Helios…” She mewls. She reaches a hand back to grab onto the headboard. Something to ground herself.
“My sweet Pama.” Helios muses. “Cutest girl in the world.”
She seemed to be more-so talking to herself than directly to Palmer, who drank in it all the same.
How idyllic it had all been, Palmer thought. Clumsy kisses and adventurous hands ghosting along supple skin. Despite her inexperience, Helios let herself take the lead. Palmer could tell her confidence was partly feigned, every time she’d do something a little daring then look up for approval. How sweet.
“Do you touch yourself like this?” Helios asks. Palmer balks. “When Ace is gone… just you in your dorm with the lights off…” She doesn’t look up at Palmer, whose head shoots up with wide eyes.
Palmer stutters for a moment, like an idiot. “Ah- that’s…”
Helios giggles to herself thinking about the mental image — Palmer coming down from an orgasm so intense it left her shaking, hands gripping onto her cum stained bed sheets in desperate attempt to keep herself steady. Cute.
“T-that’s not important…”
Now Helios looks up, a cunning smile on her face. “Tell me, Pamachin.”
Palmer swallows thickly, face flushed. This girl just wouldn’t let up. “M-maybe… But this — Helios!“
Helios ever so slightly tightens her grip, all the while speeding up the pace at which she was stroking. “Feels so much better. K-Keep going... like that.”
That coil in her stomach had only tightened, she could feel it. So close. Almost there. Helios’ touch was so very warm, just like the rest of her. Now, Palmer wanted nothing more than to bathe in the light her sun emitted.
Palmer reaches her arms out to desperately wrap around Helios’ shoulders. She’s able to breathe out a single phrase.
“Kiss me.”
No questions asked, Helios leans in.
They embrace, and it feels like the single most chaste and innocent thing that’s conspired all night. The weight of Helios’ body pressed against her own, tongues lazily dancing around each other, sinking back into soft sheets that seemed to bury them. Palmer feels like she’s drowning underneath it all, and would be more than happy to slowly let it kill her.
She leans her head back with a wanton moan, breaking their kiss rather abruptly.
“Almost there?” Helios asks, sickeningly sweet.
“So close, so close. God— Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
Helios keeps the pace, keeps the pressure, and watches. Ears twitching as she listens to every moan and incoherent babble. Infatuated by how Palmer’s body reacted to minute change in rhythm, how her hips rolled ever so slightly to meet her hand. To feel as much friction as possible.
“I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming—!”
Then, Helios looks at her with those big expectant eyes and wet lips, and Palmer knows it’s over for her.
“Fuck.”
There it was. Her thighs shook helplessly and voice reached a high she didn’t even know was possible. She came, maybe even harder than she ever had or thought she was capable of on her own. Her eyes screwed themselves shut and the feeling thrashed throughout her entire body like a wave.
“Wow…” Helios whispered. It was even better than she had imagined. The devine arch of her back, the spasming of her hips, that adorable orgasm face. So obscenely stunning, she couldn’t believe anyone had ever tried to demean her beauty as part of the Mejiro family.
Really, how utterly foolish.
“Helios… you’re incredible.” Palmer sighs. It takes her some time to collect her bearings, but nevertheless, she makes sure to express her gratitude. “Thank you. So much.”
Silence.
She’d only realized just how hard she came, — just how much she came — when her eyes eased open and she saw the way Helios held out her shirt, looking down at the white, sticky mess that painted it. Oops.
“Oh my gosh. I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t think I’d-“ She couldn’t do it. Couldn’t even say the word. “You know, that much. I’ll-“
“Don’t.”
Palmer goes wide eyed. Helios begins to unbutton her shirt.
“Clothes can be washed later. I want you now.”
Still a little shaky, still coming down from her explosive high, Palmer feels herself tingle with excitement all over again.
Once Helios lets her shirt fully slide off, she goes back in for another kiss.