Aveline stayed still for a few more seconds, just breathing against Rex's shoulder while her body finished adjusting to the full stretch of him.
Then, slowly, she started to move. Tiny experimental rolls of her hips at first, testing how much it still hurt.
The sharp sting had faded into a deep, heavy fullness, and every time she lifted even a little and sank back down, a soft wet sound filled the quiet living room.
"Ngh… ah… ha." Her voice came out small and breathy.
She planted both hands on his shoulders for balance and tried a longer stroke, rising until only the head of him stayed inside her before sliding back down. "Huff… Rex… it still feels so… deep…"
Rex kept his hands loose on her waist, letting her set the pace even though every slow drag of her tight warmth around him was starting to drive him crazy.
She was still impossibly snug, the leftover traces of blood making everything slicker, and the way she kept making those soft, broken noises right next to his ear was not helping his self-control.
At some point, Rex even thought to himself that he should just take her and pin her against the couch and do it himself.
Aveline picked up speed a little, finding a shaky rhythm.
Up and down.
The baggy gray shirt was long gone; she was completely bare in his lap, breasts bouncing lightly with every movement, the old bruises on her collarbone and shoulder shifting under the dim TV light.
And soft, needy sounds kept spilling out of her without any filter left. "Ah…! Ngh~… huff… Rex… it feels… weird… but good… ah…!" Her thighs were already trembling.
She leaned forward, forehead pressed to his, eyes half-lidded and glassy. "I can feel you… everywhere… mmh~ ah..!"
Rex let out a low breath through his nose, one hand sliding up her back to keep her steady. "You're doing fine. Just keep going at your own pace." His voice came out rougher than he meant it to.
Two minutes in and she was already starting to lose control of her rhythm, hips stuttering, the wet sounds getting louder every time she sank down.
Aveline's movements turned erratic. Like she was chasing something now, grinding more than rising, soft cries mixing with every breath.
"Ngh— ah…! Rex… something's… coming… I can't… huff~… R-rex…!" Her whole body suddenly locked up.
A high, almost startled moan tore out of her as she came hard, walls clamping down around him in tight, rhythmic pulses.
Clear fluid spilled between them again, soaking his lap and the couch cushions underneath.
She kept trembling through it, hips twitching helplessly, soft broken sounds still leaving her mouth even after the biggest wave crashed over her.
And then her strength just… gave out.
Aveline collapsed forward against his chest, cheek landing on his shoulder, arms going limp around his neck.
Her breathing evened out almost immediately into a slow, deep pattern of someone who had completely checked out.
Still full of him. But completely unconscious.
Rex stared at the ceiling for a second, still hard, still buried inside her, the aftershocks of her orgasm fluttering weakly around him.
"Wait what… Aveline?" He grabbed her face gently and took her face to look at him, she was fully unconscious, eyes rolled up, mouth slightly open while a droll slid down out of her mouth.
"Oh my god…" Rex gently put her head back against his shoulder.
"Ah. Fuck." He let out a long, tired sigh. "I haven't even cummed yet."
Though, for a brief, twisted moment a weird thought crossed his mind— she was 'out cold', still tight around him, and no one would know if he just kept going and finished.
The idea sat there for 6 or maybe 7 seconds before he shut it down hard.
Ah, fuck, I'm not like that…
He carefully lifted her hips, eased himself out of her with a wet sound, and set her gently on the couch cushions beside him.
She didn't even stir.
Rex sat there naked for a moment, cock still hard and throbbing, staring at the girl who had just passed out after two minutes of riding him.
A quiet, slightly unhinged laugh escaped him.
"Ah… hahaha… yeah. AHHHH! Oh my God. ಠ‿ಠ."
He reached down, grabbed the discarded gray baggy shirt from the floor, and carefully pulled it over Aveline's head.
She remained completely limp as he guided her arms through the sleeves and tugged the soft fabric down to cover her.
Once she was decent, he just stood there for a second longer, still naked, still frustrated, looking around the living room like 'probably' the alcohol bottles and the still-playing TV might somehow explain how the night had ended like this.
With another heavy sigh he started cleaning.
He stacked the empty liquor bottles on the coffee table, wiped the worst of the mess off the couch cushions with a discarded towel, and turned the TV volume all the way down.
The room still smelled like mix of sweat, bodily fluids, and expensive alcohol, but at least it didn't look like a complete disaster anymore.
He found the second oversized gray shirt that had ended up behind the couch earlier, pulled it on, and paused for a second when the fabric settled over him.
It still smelled faintly like Aveline— sweet frost-berry liquor and whatever soft scent she carried under the academy uniform.
The smell did absolutely nothing to help the fact that he was still hard and unsatisfied.
"I need fresh air," he muttered to no one.
Rex walked to the front door of the A-Class dorm, still wearing nothing but the baggy gray shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and pulled it open.
A body immediately slumped inward and hit the floor with a soft thud.
He looked down.
Luna Ebonveil— his roommate —was curled up right outside the door in a wrinkled violet dress, brown hair messy, dark eyebags under her closed eyes.
She didn't even twitch when she hit the floor.
Just kept sleeping like the outside carpet was the most comfortable bed in the entire academy.
Rex stared at her for a long second, expression completely flat.
"ಠ_ಠ … Why the fuck is she sleeping outside the front door."
Another exasperated sigh left him.
He crouched, scooped Luna up under the knees and back, and carried her inside.
She was lighter than she looked, and still completely dead to the world.
He walked straight through the living room— past the still-sleeping Aveline on the couch —and into the bedroom.
The A-Class dorm bedroom had two bunk beds— one against each side wall —with a narrow strip of floor between them.
Rex carefully climbed the short ladder of the left bunk and laid Luna on the top mattress. She didn't wake. Didn't even shift.
He stood there for a moment looking down at her, then frowned at the formal violet dress still clinging to her body.
"Isn't that dress too uncomfortable…?"
With yet another sigh he climbed back down, opened the small wardrobe cabinet, and pulled out a plain white baggy T-shirt. "Wait… why is there only baggy shirt here… ᄒᴥᄒ"
He returned to the top bunk, sat on the edge of the mattress, and started stripping her with the same practical efficiency he used for everything else.
The violet dress came off first, then the thin pants underneath.
That left her in a red lace panty and a black bra.
He unhooked the bra without wasting a time and slid it off.
For half a second his eyes lingered. Inverted nipples— I wasn't hallucinating when I saw she had inverted nipplesl hours ago —then simply pulled the white T-shirt over her head and guided her arms through the sleeves.
The soft fabric settled over her, long enough to cover everything important.
"This girl is probably exhausted to the bone…" he muttered, looking at her peaceful, slightly pale face. "She isn't even waking up."
He climbed down from the bunk, walked back into the living room, and carefully scooped the still-unconscious Aveline into his arms.
She made a tiny noise in her sleep but didn't open her eyes.
Rex carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bottom bunk of the right-side bed— the one that wasn't currently occupied by anyone.
He tugged the blanket up over her, made sure the gray shirt was still covering her properly, then walked around to the other bunk bed.
Still wearing nothing but the oversized gray shirt that smelled like the girl currently passed out on the opposite bunk, Rex climbed onto the bottom mattress of the left bed, his real own bed… stared at the dark ceiling for a few seconds, and finally closed his eyes…
For now… inside, three people slept in the same room for the first time that night— 2 of them still faintly smelling like expensive liquor while the other 1 was completely unaware of how the evening had actually gone… probably.
Rex's last coherent thought before sleep took him was simple and tired.
Tomorrow is going to be a fucking headache.
And he slept.