[FAN FICTION] porn has no need for a title
Title:
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1982
Warnings:bad writing ANGST, PWP
Notes: May be considered AU, may be considered post manga.
Tamaki pushed inside Kyoya, his eyes closed, pleasure clearly written on his face. Tamaki fucks him shallowly, causing Kyoya to lustily cry out, while arching up, wanting deeper penetration. While silencing Kyoya's moans with a light kiss, Tamaki thrusted deeper, blindly seeking his own pleasure. Tamaki pressed inside one last time, hoarsely calling out upon reaching orgasm.
"Haruhi."
Kyoya looked up at Tamaki, a frown creasing his features while he reaches his own orgasm.
Tamaki looks down at Kyoya, obviously horrified at himself.
After coming back to himself, Tamaki start to open his mouth to apologize. Kyoya easily silenced him with a look.
"I always knew that you loved her. I just didn't know that you were fantasizing about her while you were fucking me."
Tamaki hung his head in shame, unable to say anything different. "I-"
"We'll talk about it later. Just let me sleep." Kyoya rolled over, putting his back toward Tamaki, and tried to sleep.
Tamaki reached toward Kyoya, wanting to touch him, but unwilling to incur the other man's wrath. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he fell asleep.
When he woke up, Kyoya was absent from his bed, but there was a note on the pillow.
We'll talk tonight.
Tamaki spent the day on pins and needles, jumping every time someone called out for him. All of his classmates worried about him, and wondered if he was sick, and even some of the girls asked him if he was feeling alright.
"Oh, yes, I just didn't sleep too well last night. I must've eaten something that didn't quite agree with me," he said airily. Since the statement was only a half-lie, he didn't feel too horrible telling the lovely girls, since he wouldn't want to hurt them with the truth.
After dinner, Kyoya simply walked into Tamaki's apartment without preamble and sat on the couch. "I understand," he said, before Tamaki had an opportunity to open his mouth. "I don't like it, but I understand. This will not change our arrangement, if you don't want it to, but please try to keep it to yourself."
Tamaki ran over to Kyoya, and grabbed his hand. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. It's just that--"
"You love her," Kyoya cut him off. "You just don't want to dirty her."
Tamaki nodded, glad that Kyoya understood. "But I love you too, Kyoya."
Kyoya stopped, and stared at Tamaki in disbelief. "You what?!"
"I love you, Kyoya. You're the best friend I've ever had," Tamaki said as he got off the floor, and sat beside Kyoya on the couch. "You've stuck by me through everything and you didn't bat an eyelash when I said that I was going to America with Haruhi. You just pulled out your itinerary, and changed a few dates. You can practically read my mind, so you should know that I'm not lying."
"Your motives aren't difficult to guess," Kyoya deadpanned, his free hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, right below his glasses. "Somehow, though, you always manage to find a new way to throw me for a loop."
"I'm sorry?" Tamaki looked at Kyoya, eyes wide as he waited for the fallout.
"Don't be. I should've... expected as much."
Tamaki grinned as bright as the sun as he tumbled into Kyoya. "I'm so glad you understand," he whispered as he buried his nose in Kyoya's soft hair.
"Of course I understand, you idiot." Kyoya gripped Tamaki's hair, while Tamaki started to kiss and nibble down Kyoya's neck. Kyoya hissed softly, tilting his head back so Tamaki had access to more skin.
Tamaki bit down lightly as he slid his hands under Kyoya's shirt. Kyoya returned the favor, causing Tamaki to jump back.
"Your hands are cold, Kyoya!"
Kyoya smirked as he pushed his fingertips just under the waistband of Tamaki's pants. "I know, I'm trying to warm them up."
Tamaki grimaced as he leaned down and kissed Kyoya under his ear. "Do you..." Tamaki trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished.
"Yes," Kyoya hissed. "But not here. What time does," he started to ask in a moment of clarity.
Tamaki glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Soon."
"We can go back to my apartment," Kyoya said, businesslike as ever.
"Kyoya, you sound like you're talking about a company's merger acquisition, not a..."
"Romp between the sheets?" Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose and stared Tamaki down. A moment passed between them, while they still lay tangled on the couch, until Tamaki relented, and got off the couch.
"Follow me," Kyoya said calmly as he adjusted his shirt. He knew that he would look thoroughly debauched, but didn't care, since they were only going a few feet down the hall. Kyoya slid the key in the lock as he felt Tamaki's hands creep under his shirt again. Shrugging Tamaki off, he pushed the door open, and started to undress as he walked toward his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. The last thing the pulled off was his glasses, which he gently placed on his nightstand before climbing up on his bed and lounged, waiting for Tamaki.
Kyoya raised an eyebrow, as he waited for Tamaki. "Well...?"
Tamaki hesitated for a moment, unsure of himself after Kyoya's wanton display. He shook his head and climbed over to Kyoya, then kissed a line down his pale chest.
Kyoya reached down and grabbed Tamaki's hair just as Tamaki was about to place a kiss on Kyoya's hip. Yanking Tamaki's head up, Kyoya purred at him.
"You have on far too much clothing."
Tamaki nodded as he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, then quickly kicked his pants off. Leaning down again, he mouthed non-words against Kyoya's hip before biting hard, then sucking on the wound.
Kyoya looked down at Tamaki, who was looking up at him. They locked eyes, and Tamaki crawled up Kyoya's body, unable to deny the siren-like call of Kyoya's dark eyes. Kyoya smirked as Tamaki moved closer, then planted kisses on his shoulder as Tamaki sank onto him. He slid his hands down Tamaki's body and hooked his fingers in the waistband of Tamaki's underwear, grinning as he pushed the offending article of clothing down. Tamaki hissed as his warm body was exposed to the cool air of Kyoya's bedroom.
He moved back down Kyoya's body, quickly dropping a kiss on the bruise forming on Kyoya's hip before licking a trail up Kyoya's cock. Kyoya hissed, and tangled his fingers in Tamaki's hair. Tamaki lightly sucked on the head and listened to Kyoya's light moans while he circled Kyoya's entrance with one finger.
"Wait," Kyoya moaned breathlessly, and watched Tamaki raise his head, confusion in his eyes. Kyoya reached into the nightstand, and pulled out a bottle of lube, then threw it at Tamaki. "Use that."
Tamaki nodded as he dipped his head back down and started sucking on the head of Kyoya's cock again. Tamaki squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers, and carefully pushed one inside Kyoya. He felt Kyoya buck his hips, and sucked harder as he pressed in a second finger. Tamaki slowly slid his fingers in and out of Kyoya and relished the low moans that escaped Kyoya's lips. He let more of Kyoya's cock into his mouth and slowly grazed his teeth along the head as he pressed in a third finger.
Kyoya grabbed Tamaki's hair, and yanked him off his cock, none-too-gently. "Just fuck me already," he growled, frustration obvious. Letting go, he flopped back onto his pillows and spread his legs wide, granting Tamaki access.
Tamaki sat back, dumbstruck for a moment, then smiled graciously. "As you wish," he said as he lined his cock up with Kyoya's entrance and slowly pressed inside.
Fully seated, he waited a moment to give himself and Kyoya time to adjust. Kyoya growled in frustration, and pushed Tamaki onto his back. He leaned down, and nipped at Tamaki's collarbone, smirking at the sharp sound Tamaki made. He slowly pulled himself up and then sank back down on Tamaki's cock, watching Tamaki buck up, trying to get more friction. He placed a hand in the center of Tamaki's chest to discourage Tamaki from any further movement.
"Haaa," Tamaki breathed as he watched Kyoya slowly fuck himself on his cock. Kyoya frowned as he started moving faster, curling his fingers and digging his blunt nails into Tamaki's chest. He let his head fall back as he slowed down again, then glared at Tamaki, who leaned forward and pushed them over.
Eyes wide with amusement, Kyoya nipped at Tamaki's throat and grabbed his ass as Tamaki thrust in and out, while they hung halfway off the bed. Tamaki leaned down, and kissed Kyoya's shoulder as he slowly fucked him.
Kyoya growled again, frustrated, and rolled them to the side, putting him on top of Tamaki, and slowly fucked himself while he caught his breath. Tamaki looked up at Kyoya, starry-eyed, and gently set his hands on Kyoya's hips. "I really do lov--"
"Shut up," Kyoya told him, his breathing becoming ragged. He slowly stroked his cock while fucking himself on Tamaki's, and closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching. He felt Tamaki tighten his grip on his hips, and shallowly thrust up, animal instincts taking over. Kyoya sank down one last time and shouted nonsensically as he came, feeling Tamaki pulsing underneath him.
Kyoya flopped forward, resting on Tamaki's chest as he regained his breath. "Don't even start," he mumbled when Tamaki started to fiddle with his hair.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Tamaki murmured, smiling gently as he pushed Kyoya's hair out of his face.
Kyoya groaned, and pushed himself onto his back, content to just lie next to Tamaki for a moment. He felt Tamaki's fingers searching out his hand, and grabbed it. Tamaki pulled up Kyoya's hand, and kissed the back of it, before letting their joined hands drop back to the bed. Sighing, he sat up and leaned over Kyoya, gently kissing him on the mouth.
Kyoya frowned as he rolled away from Tamaki, and grabbed his glasses off the night stand. "I'm going to take a shower," he said as he got off the bed. Tamaki laid back down, and heard the water start up in the adjoining bathroom.
"You're welcome to join me," he heard Kyoya call from in the shower.
Tamaki scrambled off the bed and practically ran into the bathtub, and Kyoya. Kyoya pinned Tamaki against the shower wall and kissed him roughly, trailing kisses and bites down Tamaki's chest before coming back up and biting his earlobe lightly. He felt Tamaki push his hips forward, and pushed back, pressing him against the cool tile. Kyoya nibbled at Tamaki's neck while he reached down and pinched his ass. He ground their hips together while he kissed Tamaki again, and Tamaki groped his ass to pull him closer. Pushing against each other, and the wall, they both climaxed quickly, still breathlessly kissing even as they sagged against the wall.
"We need to hurry, or we'll run out of hot water," Kyoya said after he had mostly caught his breath.
Tamaki nodded and started to wash himself, while Kyoya did the same.
They finished just as the water was starting to cool, and Kyoya thrust a fluffy towel at Tamaki. After toweling off his hair, Kyoya wrapped it around his waist, and walked back into his bedroom and rummaged through his drawers, searching for some clothes, while Tamaki put back on the ones that he had previously discarded.
"Well, I," Tamaki started, watching Kyoya turned quickly, startled. "I need to go. Haruhi's going to be getting home soon."
Kyoya nodded, and turned back to his dresser. "I'll see you in class tomorrow then."
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1982
Warnings:
Notes: May be considered AU, may be considered post manga.
Tamaki pushed inside Kyoya, his eyes closed, pleasure clearly written on his face. Tamaki fucks him shallowly, causing Kyoya to lustily cry out, while arching up, wanting deeper penetration. While silencing Kyoya's moans with a light kiss, Tamaki thrusted deeper, blindly seeking his own pleasure. Tamaki pressed inside one last time, hoarsely calling out upon reaching orgasm.
"Haruhi."
Kyoya looked up at Tamaki, a frown creasing his features while he reaches his own orgasm.
Tamaki looks down at Kyoya, obviously horrified at himself.
After coming back to himself, Tamaki start to open his mouth to apologize. Kyoya easily silenced him with a look.
"I always knew that you loved her. I just didn't know that you were fantasizing about her while you were fucking me."
Tamaki hung his head in shame, unable to say anything different. "I-"
"We'll talk about it later. Just let me sleep." Kyoya rolled over, putting his back toward Tamaki, and tried to sleep.
Tamaki reached toward Kyoya, wanting to touch him, but unwilling to incur the other man's wrath. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he fell asleep.
When he woke up, Kyoya was absent from his bed, but there was a note on the pillow.
We'll talk tonight.
Tamaki spent the day on pins and needles, jumping every time someone called out for him. All of his classmates worried about him, and wondered if he was sick, and even some of the girls asked him if he was feeling alright.
"Oh, yes, I just didn't sleep too well last night. I must've eaten something that didn't quite agree with me," he said airily. Since the statement was only a half-lie, he didn't feel too horrible telling the lovely girls, since he wouldn't want to hurt them with the truth.
After dinner, Kyoya simply walked into Tamaki's apartment without preamble and sat on the couch. "I understand," he said, before Tamaki had an opportunity to open his mouth. "I don't like it, but I understand. This will not change our arrangement, if you don't want it to, but please try to keep it to yourself."
Tamaki ran over to Kyoya, and grabbed his hand. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. It's just that--"
"You love her," Kyoya cut him off. "You just don't want to dirty her."
Tamaki nodded, glad that Kyoya understood. "But I love you too, Kyoya."
Kyoya stopped, and stared at Tamaki in disbelief. "You what?!"
"I love you, Kyoya. You're the best friend I've ever had," Tamaki said as he got off the floor, and sat beside Kyoya on the couch. "You've stuck by me through everything and you didn't bat an eyelash when I said that I was going to America with Haruhi. You just pulled out your itinerary, and changed a few dates. You can practically read my mind, so you should know that I'm not lying."
"Your motives aren't difficult to guess," Kyoya deadpanned, his free hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, right below his glasses. "Somehow, though, you always manage to find a new way to throw me for a loop."
"I'm sorry?" Tamaki looked at Kyoya, eyes wide as he waited for the fallout.
"Don't be. I should've... expected as much."
Tamaki grinned as bright as the sun as he tumbled into Kyoya. "I'm so glad you understand," he whispered as he buried his nose in Kyoya's soft hair.
"Of course I understand, you idiot." Kyoya gripped Tamaki's hair, while Tamaki started to kiss and nibble down Kyoya's neck. Kyoya hissed softly, tilting his head back so Tamaki had access to more skin.
Tamaki bit down lightly as he slid his hands under Kyoya's shirt. Kyoya returned the favor, causing Tamaki to jump back.
"Your hands are cold, Kyoya!"
Kyoya smirked as he pushed his fingertips just under the waistband of Tamaki's pants. "I know, I'm trying to warm them up."
Tamaki grimaced as he leaned down and kissed Kyoya under his ear. "Do you..." Tamaki trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished.
"Yes," Kyoya hissed. "But not here. What time does," he started to ask in a moment of clarity.
Tamaki glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Soon."
"We can go back to my apartment," Kyoya said, businesslike as ever.
"Kyoya, you sound like you're talking about a company's merger acquisition, not a..."
"Romp between the sheets?" Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose and stared Tamaki down. A moment passed between them, while they still lay tangled on the couch, until Tamaki relented, and got off the couch.
"Follow me," Kyoya said calmly as he adjusted his shirt. He knew that he would look thoroughly debauched, but didn't care, since they were only going a few feet down the hall. Kyoya slid the key in the lock as he felt Tamaki's hands creep under his shirt again. Shrugging Tamaki off, he pushed the door open, and started to undress as he walked toward his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. The last thing the pulled off was his glasses, which he gently placed on his nightstand before climbing up on his bed and lounged, waiting for Tamaki.
Kyoya raised an eyebrow, as he waited for Tamaki. "Well...?"
Tamaki hesitated for a moment, unsure of himself after Kyoya's wanton display. He shook his head and climbed over to Kyoya, then kissed a line down his pale chest.
Kyoya reached down and grabbed Tamaki's hair just as Tamaki was about to place a kiss on Kyoya's hip. Yanking Tamaki's head up, Kyoya purred at him.
"You have on far too much clothing."
Tamaki nodded as he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, then quickly kicked his pants off. Leaning down again, he mouthed non-words against Kyoya's hip before biting hard, then sucking on the wound.
Kyoya looked down at Tamaki, who was looking up at him. They locked eyes, and Tamaki crawled up Kyoya's body, unable to deny the siren-like call of Kyoya's dark eyes. Kyoya smirked as Tamaki moved closer, then planted kisses on his shoulder as Tamaki sank onto him. He slid his hands down Tamaki's body and hooked his fingers in the waistband of Tamaki's underwear, grinning as he pushed the offending article of clothing down. Tamaki hissed as his warm body was exposed to the cool air of Kyoya's bedroom.
He moved back down Kyoya's body, quickly dropping a kiss on the bruise forming on Kyoya's hip before licking a trail up Kyoya's cock. Kyoya hissed, and tangled his fingers in Tamaki's hair. Tamaki lightly sucked on the head and listened to Kyoya's light moans while he circled Kyoya's entrance with one finger.
"Wait," Kyoya moaned breathlessly, and watched Tamaki raise his head, confusion in his eyes. Kyoya reached into the nightstand, and pulled out a bottle of lube, then threw it at Tamaki. "Use that."
Tamaki nodded as he dipped his head back down and started sucking on the head of Kyoya's cock again. Tamaki squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers, and carefully pushed one inside Kyoya. He felt Kyoya buck his hips, and sucked harder as he pressed in a second finger. Tamaki slowly slid his fingers in and out of Kyoya and relished the low moans that escaped Kyoya's lips. He let more of Kyoya's cock into his mouth and slowly grazed his teeth along the head as he pressed in a third finger.
Kyoya grabbed Tamaki's hair, and yanked him off his cock, none-too-gently. "Just fuck me already," he growled, frustration obvious. Letting go, he flopped back onto his pillows and spread his legs wide, granting Tamaki access.
Tamaki sat back, dumbstruck for a moment, then smiled graciously. "As you wish," he said as he lined his cock up with Kyoya's entrance and slowly pressed inside.
Fully seated, he waited a moment to give himself and Kyoya time to adjust. Kyoya growled in frustration, and pushed Tamaki onto his back. He leaned down, and nipped at Tamaki's collarbone, smirking at the sharp sound Tamaki made. He slowly pulled himself up and then sank back down on Tamaki's cock, watching Tamaki buck up, trying to get more friction. He placed a hand in the center of Tamaki's chest to discourage Tamaki from any further movement.
"Haaa," Tamaki breathed as he watched Kyoya slowly fuck himself on his cock. Kyoya frowned as he started moving faster, curling his fingers and digging his blunt nails into Tamaki's chest. He let his head fall back as he slowed down again, then glared at Tamaki, who leaned forward and pushed them over.
Eyes wide with amusement, Kyoya nipped at Tamaki's throat and grabbed his ass as Tamaki thrust in and out, while they hung halfway off the bed. Tamaki leaned down, and kissed Kyoya's shoulder as he slowly fucked him.
Kyoya growled again, frustrated, and rolled them to the side, putting him on top of Tamaki, and slowly fucked himself while he caught his breath. Tamaki looked up at Kyoya, starry-eyed, and gently set his hands on Kyoya's hips. "I really do lov--"
"Shut up," Kyoya told him, his breathing becoming ragged. He slowly stroked his cock while fucking himself on Tamaki's, and closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching. He felt Tamaki tighten his grip on his hips, and shallowly thrust up, animal instincts taking over. Kyoya sank down one last time and shouted nonsensically as he came, feeling Tamaki pulsing underneath him.
Kyoya flopped forward, resting on Tamaki's chest as he regained his breath. "Don't even start," he mumbled when Tamaki started to fiddle with his hair.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Tamaki murmured, smiling gently as he pushed Kyoya's hair out of his face.
Kyoya groaned, and pushed himself onto his back, content to just lie next to Tamaki for a moment. He felt Tamaki's fingers searching out his hand, and grabbed it. Tamaki pulled up Kyoya's hand, and kissed the back of it, before letting their joined hands drop back to the bed. Sighing, he sat up and leaned over Kyoya, gently kissing him on the mouth.
Kyoya frowned as he rolled away from Tamaki, and grabbed his glasses off the night stand. "I'm going to take a shower," he said as he got off the bed. Tamaki laid back down, and heard the water start up in the adjoining bathroom.
"You're welcome to join me," he heard Kyoya call from in the shower.
Tamaki scrambled off the bed and practically ran into the bathtub, and Kyoya. Kyoya pinned Tamaki against the shower wall and kissed him roughly, trailing kisses and bites down Tamaki's chest before coming back up and biting his earlobe lightly. He felt Tamaki push his hips forward, and pushed back, pressing him against the cool tile. Kyoya nibbled at Tamaki's neck while he reached down and pinched his ass. He ground their hips together while he kissed Tamaki again, and Tamaki groped his ass to pull him closer. Pushing against each other, and the wall, they both climaxed quickly, still breathlessly kissing even as they sagged against the wall.
"We need to hurry, or we'll run out of hot water," Kyoya said after he had mostly caught his breath.
Tamaki nodded and started to wash himself, while Kyoya did the same.
They finished just as the water was starting to cool, and Kyoya thrust a fluffy towel at Tamaki. After toweling off his hair, Kyoya wrapped it around his waist, and walked back into his bedroom and rummaged through his drawers, searching for some clothes, while Tamaki put back on the ones that he had previously discarded.
"Well, I," Tamaki started, watching Kyoya turned quickly, startled. "I need to go. Haruhi's going to be getting home soon."
Kyoya nodded, and turned back to his dresser. "I'll see you in class tomorrow then."