A/N: I don't really know what this is, or even what I intended it to be. It's smutty. It's DualRival. It's also 3 AM in the morning.

(I am doomed to write nothing but smut for the rest of eternity. Probably.)

Bianca's favorite part was the sounds. Low, husked, and wanting; strained, sharp, and gasping for breath; pushed to the limit, desperate, so close... For anyone else, it probably would have been about the control, she thought. And maybe it should have been for her, since there was so little about her own life that she had direct control over. She probably should have relished having such great power over someone else, too.

She didn't, because being in control was not something she concerned herself with. But she did like Cheren's tight, needy sounds because of who they were coming from, and why. Cheren, who had been occasionally teased about being bookish and overly-analytical when they were young, who was always moving with his mind if not his body at a rate she could never hope to match with.

But like this — with Bianca's head between his legs, Bianca's lips pursed tight around his cock — in these increasingly fractured seconds, that sharp mind shorted out. In these moments where Cheren went wild, lost himself enough in the moment to make a sudden grab at Bianca's hair (she'd be sorry later, she always was, but Bianca loved it), he no longer seemed dedicated to the pursuit of strength; he seemed like he was actually there, so deeply and thoroughly there that the achievement radiated off of him and lent itself to Bianca, too.

He shuddered, only once, and — there were the fingers twisting in her hair, the quick uncontrolled thrusts down her throat just for the inch more of warm wet heat it offered. Bianca lidded her eyes, relaxed her throat, and let Cheren fuck her mouth. Yes. Just — like — that.

It sprayed the back of her throat, but she didn't gag anymore. She'd gotten used to the sensation, and it only made her own arousal stronger. The only question, then, was what to do with that arousal...

Cheren made a vague, incoherent sound — another nice one — and tried feebly to push himself away from the wall. He was weak from the force of his climax; it made Bianca almost purr a little. "Bianca," he groaned, shivering. He'd lost most of his clothes in their blurry haste. "Fuck."

Bianca felt her lips curve into a smile. She leaned in close, brushed her lips over Cheren's, and murmured, "Um, so... Is that an offer?"

"What?" He blinked dozily, and Bianca let it sink in, waited for the telltale widening of his eyes and the beginnings of the awkward smile. "Oh. I don't— mind, but just give me a few nghhh—"

Her fingers went in easily, with Cheren's body so relaxed. It was intoxicating, made Bianca's stomach clench with anticipation, but that unpremeditated noise was what really heated her blood. She dipped her head into his shoulder, kissed the soft flesh, and then bit down gently to muffle her own pleasure as she... Wait, she couldn't yet, he was about to say he was still recovering. Oops.

"Bianca," Cheren gasped out. She could feel the ripple of the his muscles, clenching tightly beneath her. "Little — warning... next time—"

"Sorry," she said, trying to sound apologetic. "I forgot guys have that thing where you have to wait! I just... didn't think you'd complain if I tried this instead."

"Didn't think I'd...?" A rough chuckle, and Bianca felt it as well as heard it. "Hey, what happened to you wanting to take it slow the first time we did this? That was only last month. You're graduating pretty fast here."

She could hear his vision flash like a starburst in his very cry when the fingers returned to pad around nimbly between his legs, and back up.

"Oh... you're thinking all clearly again. I need to fix that."