Kyouya\'a Attention
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Category:
+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
4,037
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Ouran or any of its characters, this story is written for fun only. I receve no money what so ever.
Tamaki's horror
The blond Host King laid in bed. He had'nt really be able to move much the last few hours. It had been days but he could'nt get it out of his mind.
That.. event.
Really he was'nt even sure what to call it.
The hours he had spent in the classroom locked away with Rosemary had been... wonderful. To say the least.. but he could'nt help but have the feeling that perhaps he had done something that would haunt him.
His mind began to wander now, as it had a tendency to do. But instead of thinking of Haruhi his thoughts were brought to the dark haired girl who had proceeded to crumble his remaining sanity to nothing.
Tamaki suddenly felt overly hot and grabbed the blankets laying over his and tossed them to the side. He groaned as the cool air of his room hit his sweating body. His erection from the memories quite obvious. Biting his lip as he looked down at his buldging boxers he sighed. He really was a pervert. A month ago he never would have even considered doing this.
Closing his eyes tightly he pushed his boxers down and wrapped his hand around his throbbing member. His eyes opening slightly as he was shocked from the feeling. Maybe he could allow himself to do this more.
His hand began to pump over the soft skin, a shiver running up his back as he remember the feeling of soft red lips wrapped around his head. Of large round breasts pressed up against him.
He opened his eyes wider, gazing down at the leeking head of his member as it oozed out and over his fingers. A shiver ran up his back as he watched it, remembering how this vary same thing had happened when he had a pair of much softer fingers around him.
Finally allowing himself to relax despite doing such a perverted thing he allowed himself to relive that wonderful yet traumatizing memory of his first sexual experience.
That.. event.
Really he was'nt even sure what to call it.
The hours he had spent in the classroom locked away with Rosemary had been... wonderful. To say the least.. but he could'nt help but have the feeling that perhaps he had done something that would haunt him.
His mind began to wander now, as it had a tendency to do. But instead of thinking of Haruhi his thoughts were brought to the dark haired girl who had proceeded to crumble his remaining sanity to nothing.
Tamaki suddenly felt overly hot and grabbed the blankets laying over his and tossed them to the side. He groaned as the cool air of his room hit his sweating body. His erection from the memories quite obvious. Biting his lip as he looked down at his buldging boxers he sighed. He really was a pervert. A month ago he never would have even considered doing this.
Closing his eyes tightly he pushed his boxers down and wrapped his hand around his throbbing member. His eyes opening slightly as he was shocked from the feeling. Maybe he could allow himself to do this more.
His hand began to pump over the soft skin, a shiver running up his back as he remember the feeling of soft red lips wrapped around his head. Of large round breasts pressed up against him.
He opened his eyes wider, gazing down at the leeking head of his member as it oozed out and over his fingers. A shiver ran up his back as he watched it, remembering how this vary same thing had happened when he had a pair of much softer fingers around him.
Finally allowing himself to relax despite doing such a perverted thing he allowed himself to relive that wonderful yet traumatizing memory of his first sexual experience.