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Kyon realized he had to go back to the clubroom just before he got to the school doors. He was happy that no one was around to hear the long sigh that fell out of his mouth when it hit him that he had forgotten his phone. He trudged back down the stairs and hallways, realizing that the clubroom was the last place he had it. The day had already been a little disappointing, with Haruhi not caring terribly whether anyone stayed or left, and Itsuki slightly distracted during their game -- although, still not often enough for him to lose.

Kyon found the clubroom, sighing again before he opened the door. It was empty, unsurprisingly. No one seemed to have any desire to do anything today, so they must have all gone home. Kyon looked around, trying to find anywhere he might have left his phone, and wracking his brain to remember what he did with it.

He stopped for a moment and scanned the room, looking at the chalkboard, the window, the computer table, and the closet. "Ah, dammit," Kyon said to himself. "The box..." Kyon walked over and opened the closet door. He reached up to the board game boxes on the top shelf; naturally, he had put the one he needed on the bottom. Sliding it out from the shelf, Kyon leaned backwards and bumped his head. The door jarred to the left from the impact and slammed shut accidentally. When Kyon recovered from his fall, he saw that the box had fallen to the floor.

"Oops," Kyon said. He reached down, and found his phone on the floor. He attempted to open the door and finally leave. It budged slightly, but was clearly stuck.

"Dammit," Kyon said. He shifted to the right and pushed his shoulder against it, trying to put use his weight as leverage. One shove didn't do it, and as he was preparing for a second one, he heard the door open.

"No... there won't be anyone here. I made sure it would be empty. No one will hear us," a voice said. Kyon could only just hear and he looked through the slight gap between the door and the frame. His eyes widened as Haruhi walked through. He recognized her voice, but she wasn't speaking in a way he had ever heard before, or at least, not lately. She was speaking softly, almost tired, and her eyes were soft, looking back towards the door. Her smile was slightly more familiar, but it was one that usually made Kyon worried.

"Come here, already," Haruhi said, sitting down on the edge of her desk and crossing her legs. Kyon was so distracted by trying to figure out what she was talking about that he practically forgot that he was stuck in the closet. He just stared at Haruhi, who was lightly stroking her legs with the tips of her fingers and straightening her skirt, when Itsuki walked over and stood in front of her. If he had any awareness of where he was before, it was definitely gone now.

"Of course, Ms. Suzumiya. I would love to assist you," Itsuki said. Kyon had heard this tone from him before, but never so serious. He felt a lump in his throat, knowing what was about to happen and desperately trying not to imagine it.

"Stop being so formal, Koizumi-kun! I don't have all night," Haruhi said, pulling on his necktie and dragging him bodily towards her. Haruhi pressed her lips into his, hard. She wasted no time, opening her mouth almost immediately, and before long their tongues were intertwined. Haruhi wrapped her arms and legs around Itsuki, his body sliding into position and staying there, pressed against her.

Kyon watched, and he could feel himself sweating. He felt a pressure in his crotch and looked down. He had become erect so quickly, he didn't even notice; his cock was so hard, it almost hurt. He clenched one of his fists but didn't move. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. He watched as Haruhi and Itsuki pressed against each other, moving slightly and kissing each other loudly and wetly. Itsuki reached his hand up, brushing against Haruhi's skirt for a second and methodically, purposefully moving up the fabric of her uniform before he gently squeezed her left breast. He massaged it slightly, and then loosened his fingers and groped her. Their kiss broke for a moment to allow Haruhi to let out a short gasp.

Kyon knew how he felt now.

Itsuki buried his face in Haruhi's neck and she breathed harder. His hands worked his way over her other valuable parts, both breasts, her legs (all the way up her skirt), her wrists, and her shoulders.

"Don't get any ideas, Koizumi-kun," Haruhi said, in a throaty tone. "I'm not your plaything. I'm still your brigade chief..." she trailed off slightly, moan escaping her lips without any intent. She pushed him off of her slightly. "Get on the table, and get naked. You'll get your turn."

Itsuki moved out of Kyon's view, but he saw his clothes dropping to the floor. Kyon's eyes were glued to Haruhi as she stripped. He had to remind himself that it wasn't just for him, and that it didn't take hours, but it certainly felt like it. He had seen plenty of her skin before, but this time it looked entirely different. He always knew she was attractive, but never like this. Now he wanted her. He wanted to remember that she had always had that body underneath her uniform, and remember all the times he could have seen this. Had it. Knowing that Itsuki did instead, Kyon refused to deny himself anymore, and when Haruhi had stripped down to nothing but black panties with white polka dots, her nipples pert, perky, and pink, he unzipped his pants and grabbed himself, letting his cock stand freely for once, the pressure of staying inside his clothes relieved. He shifted positions slightly to see Haruhi straddling Itsuki as he laid on the table, naked. She kissed his chest and ran her hands over his body, grasping his cock -- Kyon felt like he was matching the pressure, ensuring that Itsuki wasn't getting anything he wasn't -- and rubbing herself against him. She was moaning louder, now, breathing hard, and sweating. Kyon only wanted her more as he imagined the feeling of her panties rubbing against his cock. More and more, he thought he wasn't just going to get what Itsuki had now, he'd get more. Kyon rubbed himself harder and harder, his emotions and frustrations pooling into the pressure and the satisfaction.

Haruhi slid her panties off and tossed them forward. Kyon hoped against hope he could somehow grab them, but his arm didn't fit through the closet door. "God, I hope you're ready," Haruhi said, "because once you're inside me you're gonna stay there until I'm satisfied. And I don't know if I've ever been satisfied..."

"Oh, I'm very good, Ms. Suzumiya. I will perform to your utmost satisfaction," he said.

You bastard, thought Kyon, You have no idea how good I'd be for her...

A louder moan than anything before came out of Haruhi's throat as Itsuki's cock penetrated her. He gently pushed into her and moaned himself, closing his eyes. Kyon wished he had a better view of Haruhi, but he could still see her tits bouncing as Itsuki fucked her.

"Harder!" Haruhi screamed, "Hnnnngh, harder, faster..." Itsuki immediately obeyed her command, and guttural noises and breaths filled the room. As she got louder and louder, Kyon felt himself coming to a climax. "Fuck, Koizumi-kun, make me come... right there..." Haruhi moaned.

Goddamnit, we're synched up, too? Kyon thought.

"I-I'm coming...!" Haruhi gasped, and Kyon felt himself tense up as he ejaculated.

"Was it good, Ms. Suzumiya?" Itsuki asked, about to withdraw.

"You think we're done?" Haruhi asked, incredulously. "We're switching positions, I'll be on top."

A better view, huh... Kyon was still completely hard. Haruhi massaged Itsuki's cock briefly, ensuring it was hard enough for her before pushing Itsuki's shoulders down. He laid on the table and grunted briefly as she slid onto his cock.

"Ahh, Itsuki! It's so deep... I want you inside of me all the fucking time..." Haruhi moaned breathily. Kyon glared at her with hot, penetrating lust. He had a full view of her breasts, and stared as the sweat flicked off them. They bounced up and down as her entire body shook and shuddered on top of Itsuki's. Her nipples were pink, and perfect, and Kyon desperately wished they were closer to his body. The heat in the closet seemed to increase and Kyon could feel the sweat drip down his neck. Hearing Haruhi's guttural moans, Kyon lifted his head up and closed his eyes. His mind was in a fog and all he could think of was Haruhi. Every instinct in his body told him to tear open the closet door and take back from Itsuki what he wanted, show Haruhi what she was missing, and never stop. He would take her right here, in the clubroom, the same place they met everyday, and give her the sheer pleasure she needed. He wanted to be with her until she was sore and still pleading for him. More and more, until she would want it every day. Until she needed it as much as he needed it now, and until she was begging for him to come inside her. He imagined that and felt his body move again as he ejaculated, and let out a low, unconscious moan:

"Haruhi!"

Kyon breathed repeatedly, such that he didn't notice until it was too late that the other sounds from across the room had stopped. He paused for a moment, and looked through the door. He only had a second to try and determine what was in front of him when the closet door was torn open.

"What do you think you're doing?" Haruhi asked. She stood with her hand on her hip and an enormous grin on her face, completely naked.

Kyon had to decide where to look. He had hardly faced such a critical decision in his life. He decided to scan upward toward her eyes and avoid the curly brown hair in front of his face, but he took a long, long time getting there.

"Are you just gonna sit there with your dick in your hand, Kyon? That's not really befitting a Brigade member..." she said. Kyon had nothing to say, but he noticed that Haruhi's eyes were not matching his. She licked her lips. Kyon breathed harder and harder. He stood up, letting his cock stay erect while pushing himself up. He took his jacket off and looked Haruhi directly in the eyes. "Am I going to be your errand boy--" Haruhi flung her naked, sweaty body onto Kyon before he could finish. Her lips grasped to his and her hands instantly began undressing him. She quite literally tore his shirt as she pulled it off his body and he stepped forward and let his pants drop to the floor. He was naked and felt Haruhi's entire body wedged into his. His desires were just as overwhelming as before, and he wasn't going to stop.

Haruhi climbed onto the table, beckoning Kyon closer. No part of him wanted anything but this. He stepped up and entered her, moving slowly at first. Their bodies were moving in harmony before either of them realized it, and Haruhi tightened up around Kyon's cock as it moved it inside her. He pushed and pushed, almost gently, the heat from it radiating out through the rest of his body. Haruhi scratched her fingers along his back, groaning as she did so. She wasn't saying any words, and her throat seemed scratchy from her already-exhausting sessions with Itsuki.

"Harder, Kyon! Don't be an idiot... you know what I need..." she croaked out.

"I don't want to make you sore, you need to be able to take this as long as I want..." he replied.

"I just said, don't be an idiot!" she said, slapping his back with her hand. His cock shuttered slightly when he felt the slap. "We're going to keep going until I say stop. I can take-- Ahhh!" she moaned, again. "We're doing whatever I want..."

"Good..." Kyon said, thrusting into her hard. He pulled the entirety of his cock out apart from the head, and slammed it back into her.

"Fuck! You've got to do that... Fucking ram it into me... more..." Haruhi was practically drooling at this point, her hands grasping and sliding over Kyon's toned back. She loved his shoulders and grasped them tightly, digging her nails into them whenever he thrust himself into her.

"Itsuki... you can't sit this out..." Haruhi moaned. Her voice was dripping with desperation. "Kyon, I need both of you. Keep going..." she let out.

"Good, we can see whose better..." Kyon grunted.

"I think we can share, Kyon," Itsuki said as he smiled. Kyon wondered how Itsuki could walk around naked and with an enormous erection swinging every which way but still have the exact same expression he had at every other time of day. He then remembered that he had his cock inside the girl of his dreams, and buried his face in her neck. His priorities were clear.

Itsuki reached behind Haruhi, groping her perfect breasts, the tops of his fingers brushing against Kyon's chest. Kyon licked the sweat off of Haruhi's shoulders and dug his fingers into her backside, squeezing the flesh of her ass as he nibbled and kissed her shoulders and pushed his cock in and out of her. His three motions seemed to become one for him, slowly, methodically, pushing past the exhaustion that threatened to overtake his body. He found more energy as Haruhi moaned and screamed his name, and even as the sound of Itsuki's licks, bites, and breath filled more and more of the room. Kyon's jealousy for him had melted away in the intervening time, once he had joined in their tryst. The two of them were like partners, now, working together to fulfill Haruhi's boundless desires and encourage each other along. The two of them found an almost euphoric place amidst the sweat and strain of this sexual marathon, pushed to the breaking point and well beyond. Kyon knew that Haruhi thought of this as a service for her, two bodies devoted entirely to her pleasure, but for Kyon, it was far more complicated. Itsuki was a willing slave, serving Haruhi while also keeping her in line and fulfilling her desires so they weren't expressed elsewhere, but Kyon had no such power over her. In everyday life, he was dragged along and acted only as a buffer for her, allowing her every feeling to be channeled through him and hopefully controlled. Now, though, she depended on the two of them, requiring them for her satisfaction. They could stop, theoretically -- in practice, such a thing was out of the question, because all three of them were experiencing pleasure that they had never before known. For the first time, they were actually on a level playing field, desiring and taking and needing each other in precisely equal measure.

"God, Kyon, I'm going to-- fuck! Yes! I'm coming..." Haruhi said, exhausted. Hearing her somehow get even louder caused Kyon's cock to shutter and spasm and he filled Haruhi once again as he came. Kyon fell back for a moment, loosening his hands from the table and feeling his body go limp. He slid out of Haruhi, resting against a wall and wiping himself off with the tissues. "We're not done, right?" he asked Haruhi.

"No, I just need to rest... we haven't even gotten to the big moment, yet," she said, practically out of breath. Itsuki lightly grasped her shoulders and turned her face toward her, kissing her repeatedly and softly. "Itsuki, are you ready?" she asked.

"Of course, Miss Suzumiya," he said.

"You don't need to say that at a time like this," she said, as she wiped herself off. "Kyon, you and Itsuki are going to fuck me at the same time, okay?"

Kyon's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean..."

"Double penetration! I've been wanting it for a while, actually. We didn't think you'd want to... I was going to ask Taniguchi but I heard that he doesn't have a very big dick," she said.

"Ah, well, about that..." Kyon seemed to not know how to process what she had just said. "You want me in your ass...?" he asked.

"Not at first. Itsuki knows what he's doing back there and if you're too hard it'll hurt. I'll have to get used to it. But after we do it once, you guys can switch," Haruhi said. Afterwards, she gestured to Itsuki, and he grabbed a tube of lubricant from his bag.

"A-are we really doing this...?" Kyon asked, hesitant.

"You're nervous, Kyon? After all that?" Haruhi asked, incredulous. "Get up against the wall..." Kyon instinctively backed up against the wall, still naked. Itsuki soon joined him, after helping Haruhi stand very close to Kyon, their hands brushing for a moment. The two of them looked at each other, scanning both of their bodies. Kyon enjoyed noticing that Itsuki's penis wasn't as big as his own, and smirked while watching him. Haruhi finished applying the lube to herself and walked over to her two paramours, caressing their chests with each of her hands. She purred seductively, practically groping their toned bodies and lightly brushing their penises with her luscious thighs. "You two are going to treat me well, right? You boys always serve your Brigade leader, don't you~?" she asked. She leaned over to Kyon and licked his chest, taking her time to slowly find his most sensitive areas. Her other hand reached down Itsuki's chest, feeling up every contour before reaching his crotch and tugging on his cock. While she gently played with it, she looked back up at Kyon and kissed him forcefully, shoving her tongue in his mouth. The two boys responded well to her advances, moving their hands around to feel her body and sandwiching her perfectly between them. Haruhi squatted down very slightly and lifted her left leg up to allow the two of them entrance. Her leg positioned on Kyon's hip, she winced as Itsuki worked his way into her. Kyon watched as the two of them grunted and moaned before sliding his cock into her himself.

Before long, the three of them had synchronized their movements, the noises of their union echoing well past the clubroom door. Haruhi spidered her way around Kyon's body, first wrapping her left leg and then the right one around his waist to accompany it. Her arms clung around his shoulders and her fingers dug into the skin on his back while he and Itsuki continued pounding into her.

"Oh my god... go harder, Kyon..." Haruhi instructed, and he obliged. "Ahhhhhh, I'm so filled up... just keep going..."

The three of them continued, moaning, grunting, sweating, pounding for as long as they could, letting all their energy come through and transfer into each other, warmth and electricity passing through Kyon's body to fill up Haruhi's and pass back into Itsuki, and vice-versa. Kyon and Itsuki shared Haruhi's neck and shoulders at the same time, each taking a side to lick and suck along, tasting her skin while her guttural screams emanated from her nearby throat. Their hands also caressed and squeezed her body, groping every inch of her and exploring her body while they had sex.

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhhh!" Haruhi let whatever shred of shyness -- a miniscule shred, barely visible to the naked eye, to be sure -- fall away and let her entire body shudder as she came to climax. "Kyon, Itsuki-- Yes! That's it!" she said, as if giving permission to the two boys to let themselves go, and they obliged.

The three of them could barely breathe as they let go, cleaning themselves off while attempting to stand up.

"Ahh, that was so good," Haruhi said. "Kyon, get up! We can't stay here now."

Kyon could barely speak in between panting. "Oh, I guess..."

"Don't worry if you want more already! We're going to keep doing this, now!" she responded in a chipper voice.

Wait, what? Kyon thought. "You mean...?"

"Ms. Suzumiya has wanted you involved for some time," Itsuki said. "I suspected it would come to pass, although not like this. Kyon stared passively at Itsuki as he took his time putting his clothes back on.

"What did I just agree to..." Kyon said to himself.

The three of them, fully dressed and otherwise unremarkable, walked out of the school grounds towards home, and went their separate ways. Another day had ended, and, in the sum total of days with the S.O.S. Brigade, it was no more unusual than any other.
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