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“Shut up,” Harumi hisses. Lloyd makes a muffled sort of sound through the two fingers Harumi slid in his mouth. Albeit trying to keep him quiet, she still has her hand below the waistband of his underwear, fingernails grazing the delicate skin. He whimpers. Harumi’s fingers are slick with saliva, and she can feel Lloyd shift on her lap.
“‘m gonna –”
“You want everyone to find out what we’re doing?” Harumi asks coyly. She’s not embarrassed – why should she be? Lloyd is the one who’s half-naked on top of her in the storage closet, crying and writhing. His shirt is discarded, forgotten, somewhere on the floor in their haste. In the dim, Harumi can see the glistening tears budding at the corners of Lloyd’s eyes.
“I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quiet,” Lloyd begs, but it’s hardly discernible through Harumi’s fingers. “Please let me –”
Harumi shuts him up with a look. “Stop begging. It’s beneath you.” She smiles, biting back a laugh when she sees Lloyd’s look of frustration. She slows down the pace of her strokes, too. Lloyd lets out an involuntary whine, and Harumi ignores the twinge of satisfaction she feels in her lower abdomen at the sound. “You should be embarrassed,” she tells him. “The Green Savior, reduced to an absolute mess on behalf of the evil princess? What would they think?”
Her hand is slick with Lloyd’s pre-cum as she slips it out, and Lloyd gasps. “Harumi,” he whimpers.
She rolls her eyes and takes her fingers out of his mouth, sliding out with a slick, wet, pop. “Relax, you big baby. I’ll let you finish later.” Her voice barely exceeds a whisper; she’s still trying to not get caught. She knows that no one on the Bounty really trusts her and Harumi is sure that her fucking their friend isn’t going to help her case, either. “But you have to keep quiet, okay?” Harumi’s tone veers into a more demanding one. “You think you can handle that?”
Lloyd grunts in semblance of an agreement. She doesn’t wipe the saliva residue off as she slings her arm around his neck, kissing him once to make him shut up. Twice because she wants to, three times because she can feel him getting hard against her and it’s doing something to her, too.
“I can feel you getting wet,” Lloyd mumbles through a sloppy kiss. His lips are bitten pink by Harumi, all swollen and beautiful. “You’re so wet,” he marvels, pulling back, admiring her. Lloyd’s hair is disheveled and his eyes are glassy with want and Harumi is sure she doesn’t look much better. “You talk a big game for someone who wants this just as bad.”
Harumi flushes, indignant. “You’re harder,” she argues feebly, but her sentence trails off into a stutter when Lloyd’s hand on her lower back snakes up her shirt.
“That shut you up faster than I thought it would,” he grins. He pushes her into the wall, and the shove is so minute that it could hardly be considered as manhandling, but Harumi bites her tongue down, hard, so she doesn’t make a sound. Lloyd would never let her hear the end of it.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing.”
With the way they’re sitting, Harumi’s back is against the wall. Lloyd had originally been sitting on her lap, but he shifts his leg in between her thighs, effectively straddling her. Harumi clenches her stomach. There’s no hiding anything, really, with the way she’s pressed up against him – mainly because his knee is resting on her crotch and the friction is making her extremely hot and bothered.
Lloyd shrugs. “I’m figuring it out.”
“You’re terrible at it.”
“Says the one who couldn’t make me finish.”
“Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?”
“Couldn’t,” he says, but it’s through giggles he muffles with the palm of hand. “Definitely couldn’t.” They both know that Harumi definitely can, and she has. Lloyd has a lot of pent up frustration that he likes to work out with Harumi – although she isn’t complaining.
“You’re impossible,” Harumi huffs. “So demanding.” She places a hand on his torso, the muscle curvature beneath her palms distinct. Her hand drags lower, lower. She squeezes his thigh firmly.
“Oh, I’m demanding.”
“You are!”
“Admit it.” Lloyd rolls his eyes, weakly jabbing a finger into her chest. He looks smug. Harumi’s going to fucking take him once they have a room to themselves and they’re off this stupid boat. “You want me to make you come.”
“Well, yeah,” Harumi says, matter-of-factly, conveniently disregarding the rising heat she can feel in her face and lower body. “I never said I didn't want that.”
Her brazen demeanor takes Lloyd aback, and he takes a moment to recuperate, recomposing himself. The best he can, at least, in the state they’re in. “I can do that,” he mutters, hand cupping her jaw softly. He pulls her in, her lips achingly familiar. She sighs into his mouth, sinking into his touch. “‘m gonna make you feel so good.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I wanna fuck you in a real bed, though. Princess treatment.”
“Aw, Lloyd!” Harumi’s glee makes Lloyd’s chest swell. “I think you’re going to be the one getting the princess treatment between the two of us. Really, I wasn’t kidding when I called you demanding. I mean, I always knew you were whiny, but this is a whole other level.”
Lloyd just kisses her to shut her up. (And because he likes her an embarrassing amount.)
*
In the end, they don’t get caught, although Lloyd notices Kai shooting him and Harumi strange glances at dinner.
Later that night, Lloyd corners Harumi in the kitchen after the others have fallen asleep. “Kai definitely knows.”
“Knows what?” Harumi asks, the picture of faux innocence.
“You know what!”
Harumi turns around from the apple she’s cutting to spin around and beams. “Yeah, he definitely knows.” She tugs Lloyd closer to her, lazily slinging her arm around his shoulders and kisses him loosely. “We should do that again.”
“You’re so greedy.”
“Only for you.”
“I’d hope so.”