The moonlight caught the stark difference between the sisters. The Heavenly Restriction left no wasted energy on Maki—every line was sculpted, the natural curves pronounced and intensely athletic. Mai's gaze dropped. The smug confidence on her face faltered for a fraction of a second.
That hesitation was a mistake.
Palms hit his bare chest. He slammed into the mattress flat on his back, the breath driven from his lungs. Before he could react, thighs locked around his hips like a vise, pinning him to the sheets.
Maki didn't even look down at him. Her amber eyes cut sharply toward her stunned twin.
"Change of plans," Maki said, her voice dropping to a rough rasp. "I'm going first."
"Hey!" Mai barked. "You can't just—"
Maki ignored her. Her hands dropped to the metal buckle at his waist. The zipper hissed. Completely done waiting, she shifted her weight, spinning around to straddle him in reverse. She pushed the heavy fabric down his thighs, freeing him entirely.
Mai glared from the edge of the bed, temporarily outmaneuvered. Maki wrapped her hand around him, executing a slow, deliberate stroke. She leaned down. The wet heat of her mouth slid over him, drawing a sharp hiss through his teeth.
Mai shifted awkwardly, watching the unapologetic display. "Are we seriously doing this without a condom?"
Maki paused. She lifted her head, wiping her mouth. "Go find one if you want," she tossed back. "I don't need it."
Mai stared at her. "Are you insane? What if you get pregnant?"
A dry laugh escaped Maki's throat. "The old men back at the estate would have a collective stroke." A wicked smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth. "Sounds perfect."
Mai's mouth opened, but nothing came out. The sheer audacity left her stranded on the edge of the mattress.
Maki's gaze dropped back down. The fierce, competitive edge in her eyes softened. "Besides," she murmured, the words barely carrying over the quiet room. "If it happens... I don't care."
She didn't wait for a response. Her dark hair fell forward as she leaned back down, resuming the agonizingly slow pace.
He let out a harsh groan, hands reaching up to anchor on her hips. His fingers found the button of her uniform skirt. She shifted her weight just enough to let him work the fabric down her legs, never breaking her rhythm.
The athletic shorts underneath followed. She was already slick, the anticipation evident. Lifting his head slightly off the pillows, the reverse angle offered a perfect view.
If she was going to dominate the pace, he could at least level the playing field. His hands tightened on her waist, thumbs tracing the flawless skin where the burns had been.
Mai let out a frustrated groan from the sidelines. He reached out, catching her wrist and pulling her down against his side. His free hand drifted up her ribs, finding the soft curve of her breast, teasing the peak until she arched into him.
At the same time, he leaned up. His tongue found Maki's wet center, tracing a slow, deliberate line.
A muffled sound vibrated against his skin. She didn't pull away. Instead, she took him deeper.
The temperature in the room spiked. The wet, rhythmic sounds echoed in the quiet space, driving him dangerously close to the edge. He groaned, his grip tightening on Maki's hips to anchor himself against the overwhelming friction.
But he didn't leave the younger twin neglected. His left hand trailed down Mai's fever-warm skin, catching the waistband of her skirt and dragging it down to join the growing pile of clothes.
His right hand shifted, sliding two fingers upward to trace Maki's slick heat, perfectly matching the relentless pace she was setting.
Short nails bit into his thighs. Maki let out a muffled, vibrating sound against his skin, her hips jerking on instinct the second his fingers found her slick center.
She clamped down hard, bucking against his hand while taking him deeper into her mouth.
He didn't say a word. He just reached out, catching Mai's wrist and dragging her down against the mattress by his side.
His free hand slid up her bare thigh, feeling the violent shiver that racked her frame. A broken, breathy gasp hitched in Mai's throat as she watched them.
The friction spiked. Maki's rhythm turned frantic, her throat tight and demanding as she chased the stretching ache of his fingers.
He hit the sensitive spot that made her hips arc clean off the bed, and that was all it took. Vision whiting out, a rough groan tore from his chest as he gave out.
Maki didn't pull away. She stayed perfectly still, holding him there as her throat bobbed in a heavy, deliberate swallow.
Pulling back, she exhaled a long, messy breath. A thumb swiped across her glistening bottom lip. She looked down at him, amber eyes heavy and impossibly smug.
"Done already?" she taunted, her voice a raspy whisper.
He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her flat onto her back against the mattress. Maki let out a startled yelp, but he was already pivoting.
Mai's breathing was shallow and erratic. He caught the thin lace of her panties, ripping them down her legs and tossing them blindly to the floor. He settled his weight between her knees.
Maki pushed herself up on her elbows, sweeping her dark green hair out of her face. "Hey."
He paused, glancing over.
"Don't finish inside," Maki said, wiping her mouth again. "I'm not dealing with her having a panic attack tomorrow."
Mai's face burned bright red. "I wouldn't panic—"
"Shut up, Mai, yes you would."
A low laugh rumbled in his chest. "Got it."
He leaned down, crushing Mai's indignant protest against his mouth. At the same time, he drove his hips forward, sinking into her completely.
Mai tore her mouth away, a high-pitched cry piercing the air as her back arched off the sheets. He caught her hips, locking her in place as he set a heavy, relentless pace. The sharp smack of skin on skin echoed over the creaking bed frame.
She couldn't catch her breath. Her nails clawed violently into his shoulders, legs trembling as her hips bucked to meet every thrust.
Then, a shadow fell over her.
Maki leaned over her twin. Without asking, her mouth closed over Mai's bare breast, teeth lightly scraping the peak.
Mai's eyes flew wide open. "Maki—ah! Wait—"
Maki just hummed against the sensitive skin, her fingers kneading the other side, leaving flushed red marks in her wake.
The sensory overload was absolute. Split between the heavy, driving force below her and her sister's merciless teasing above, Mai's words dissolved into desperate, incoherent whimpers.
The bed frame hammered against the wall. Gripping Mai's hips tight enough to bruise, he drove in hard, pulling out at the very last second. Hot fluid painted a messy line across Mai's quivering stomach.
She slumped back into the pillows, completely boneless, eyes glazed and chest heaving in the dim light.
Before he even had a chance to breathe, hands shoved his shoulders. He hit the mattress flat on his back again.
Maki swung a leg over him, straddling his hips. She leaned forward, resting her hands flat on his bare chest, that familiar, dangerous smirk back on her face.
"My turn."
"My turn," came the rough whisper. Amber eyes locked onto his, completely unyielding as she shifted her weight forward.
Hips sinking down, she took him in slowly, deliberately, a sharp gasp tearing through her lips as they completely connected.
For a long, heavy second, she just stayed there, holding his gaze to savor the overwhelming, stretching heat before initiating any movement.
Hands planted flat against his chest, the rhythm began as a slow, deep grind. Dark green hair swayed with every descent, her throat working around soft, involuntary moans as the coiled muscles of her Heavenly Restriction clamped down tightly around him.
There was no hesitation in her pace; it was entirely driven, utilizing perfect physical control to draw out every ounce of friction.
Beside them on the mattress, half-lidded eyes tracked the display. Still catching her breath, Mai watched her notoriously strict sister completely lose her composure, her head falling back as the room filled with the slick sounds of skin meeting skin.
Fingers dug sharply into her waist as the pace turned frantic. Meeting her desperate, driving energy, he pushed back from below, forcing harsh gasps from her lungs.
She leaned down, pressing her sweat-slicked forehead against his, breath hot and erratic against his mouth.
A sudden, crushing contraction seized around him as she cried out, her entire athletic frame going rigid as the climax shattered her control.
There was no chance to pull away. A low groan vibrated in his chest as the heat overwhelmed him, flooding her completely.
Trembling, the older twin collapsed against his collarbone, a triumphant, dazed smile pulling at her lips as she panted for air.
The brief respite didn't last. Rolling her weight, she dragged him up, pulling him into a chaotic cycle of friction and heat.
The heavy headboard hammered against the wall. Tangled in the ruined sheets, the frantic rhythm only broke when the absolute limit of her stamina was reached, leaving her to finally slump against the pillows next to her sister, entirely spent.
Attention shifted seamlessly back to the younger twin, who had already caught her second wind. Grabbing the opportunity, Mai took the lead, riding out the desperate, breathless energy until her own trembling frame gave out against his chest.
The night bled away into a blur of heat and exhaustion. Pushed against the bedroom wall, tangled on the edge of the mattress, the relentless stamina demanded by the restriction kept the pace brutal well into the early hours.
When the first pale rays of dawn finally cut through the broken window blinds, she was pulled flush against him for one last, grueling bout. Taking every ounce of the heavy pressure, her back arched sharply, a raw, echoing cry tearing from her throat.
Driven entirely over the edge, he finished deep inside her one last time, leaving her completely overwhelmed and thoroughly filled as the morning sun broke over the city.