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It's Just Good Business	By : Desert_Mango Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 13254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Thirteen: "Returning Lessons"

A ball of mixed emotions sat heavily in the back of Haruhi's throat as she watched the city zoom by outside her car window. It had been a difficult wait for the teen but finally Thursday had arrived. If asked Haruhi doubted she could re-cap the events of her day; having gone through most of it on auto-pilot. Even the task of shopping was a blur to the girl. The only reason she knew she'd completed the task was because of the bottle of water she held pressed between her palms. That bottle had not been there when she'd left school earlier that day.

Idly her thumb nail flicked over the paper label on the item, giving sound to the otherwise silent back seat. This was the first time Haruhi had been in such a luxury car without the company of another host. Other than polite questions to ensure her comfort, the driver had said nothing. She found the silence wasn't helping to dispel her emotional weight. It was not that she did not enjoy silence, but there was always a time and a place for it. This moment and this car did not fit that criteria. However she did not want to distract the driver, so she forced herself to stop the mindless action. Once again the backseat fell into an uneasy silence.

As the car came to a slow stop outside of the gates that marked the Ootori family home, Haruhi did not hold back the heavy sigh that tumbled from her lips. A wave of nervousness rose quickly in her slender body, a hint of excitement adding to it. Since that night in the bath Haruhi had found herself actually wanting to spend this time with Kyoya. Whereas previously that admission would have scared her, now it was almost as if she'd accepted it. The question currently however, was how was Kyoya going to act? He'd been just as unpredictable to her as he had always been - If possible even more so. Would that continue through this lesson?

Unscrewing the cap on the water she sipped lightly at the cold liquid within as the vehicle made that slow ascent up the hill. All the answers Haruhi wanted were waiting at the top. She just needed to stay calm enough to get there. The car came to a slow stop and Haruhi went through the motions of exiting. The driver was firm in reminding her that the young master was waiting, and that her purchases would be taken care of. While it was not normally in her nature to be so accepting of someone else waiting on her, this evening Haruhi found that she did not have the concentration to argue. There were bigger things on her mind.

The Ootori family butler was quick with the door, and Haruhi barely had her jacket and shoes off before she was being lead down the path to Kyoya's room. The teen must have said something to his staff earlier to make them all hurry this way, and Haruhi found herself frowning at that thought. Was Kyoya really in that big of a rush to end this particular lesson? She was still mulling over that question, and the others that spawned from it, when her escort gave a sharp knock against Kyoya's door; a command to enter following. Whether she was ready to hear them or not, Haruhi was about to get the answers to all her questions.

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For Kyoya the only difference between this Thursday and any other Thursday that had come before it was the singular fact that he had no idea what he'd done today. Sure there had been classes, followed by Host Club, and coming home with just enough time to say good bye to his family who were all heading to some boring dinner party for the evening; however, any details on those events were fuzzy at best. All he could focus on today was how he was going to be spending his evening.

He'd played out many different scenarios in his mind on the best way to educate Haruhi on her latest client's request, each equally or more distracting then the last. For as much as he tried to keep a professional wall between himself and the younger cross dresser, he was still a teenage male; a fact that he could neither change nor deny. Even his chilled shower had done little to take the edge off his thoughts. Perhaps it would be easier if he'd just stopped thinking, and let what was about to happen, happen.

His reflection in the bathroom mirror frowned back at him, the scowl darkening his usually handsome features. The fact that he'd just thought about stopping himself from thinking was appalling. Thinking was his life. It was just as important to the man as breathing, eating and sleeping. No, he thought with a firm head shake. He would not turn away from his mind for the sake of this single lesson. Kyoya was a bigger person than that.

It was with that thought in the forefront of his mind that he dressed carefully; jeans and a grey t-shirt, an untucked white button down over it were his clothing of choice. In an attempt to create more of a casual look he'd rolled the sleeves to his elbows. He was in the middle of slipping his belt around his hips when the knock came against his bedroom door. Stealing a quick glance at his watch he cursed softly, then issued a command of entrance. Whether he was ready or not, Haruhi had arrived.

***
The first thing Haruhi noticed was the teapot and two cups that sat waiting on Kyoya's table. The second was that there was music playing in his room; music with English lyrics. She stepped enough into the room to close the door behind her, then stopped. Cocking her head the teen attempted to translate the words of the song, not able to decipher more than the odd word here and there. Haruhi was so distracted in her task that she did not hear Kyoya's footsteps as he descended from the loft area.

"You can come in further than that, Haruhi."

His voice was soft, much like the music that filled his space; but it was enough to shift Haruhi's attention. A light pink coloured her cheeks as she took in the sight of her school mate, and suddenly she found herself quite conscious of her own clothing choice. There was nothing special about the jeans that she wore, and her shirt was printed with a logo for a drink company - something Ranka had come home with after work one night. Swallowing hard Haruhi nodded once to his words, and then stepped further into his space.

Kyoya watched the girl go about the task of setting down her school bag and water bottle on his empty desk, finding nothing helpful to indicate what was going on inside that head of hers. He found that to be quite frustrating. It could not be that he was losing his ability to read people. Was this due to the level of distraction he'd driven himself to? The muscles in his jaw tighten as he pursed his lips. That particular train of thought needed to stop, and fast. It was fine to be distracted on his own time. Right now he had a lesson to give.

He waited until she'd completed her task before clearing his throat lightly to once again catch her attention. "Have you eaten yet?"

She lifted her head, but did not turn to look at him. The question seemed so out of place that Haruhi found herself blinking stupidly while her brain tried to process. Food? He was asking her about food at a time like this? What sense did that make? To stop herself from voicing such a question, the brunette puffed out her cheeks a moment, then nodded. "Yes, thank you. I ate while I was out shopping."

That seemed to be an acceptable answer to the older teen, for he responded with a single nod. Unsure of what to say now Kyoya took advantage of the pause in conversation to close the space between himself and the couches. Gracefully he sat, gesturing for Haruhi to do the same beside him. Catching sight of the tea set he had laid out, Kyoya cleared his throat softly. "The tea is fresh. Do you want a cup?"

Haruhi's brows furrowed together for a few short seconds as a thought formed instantly in her mind. Her mouth opened before she could stop it, and the words tumbled quickly from her lips. "Are you hosting me, Kyoya-sempai?"

The third Ootori son pondered carefully the question he'd been presented with, letting several seconds tick by before he replied. "If I was, would it be a bad thing?"

Her breath caught in her throat upon hearing those words, and she found it difficult to swallow. Whatever game he was playing at, she was clearly not prepared to handle it. The corner of her bottom lip was pulled up between her teeth as Haruhi tried to make some sense of what Kyoya had just said. Having no luck the younger teen pushed a small breath of air from between her cheeks and turned slowly to face him. "I honestly don't know what to say to that."

"You're thinking too hard about it." Kyoya replies softly, the beginning of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Just say 'yes, please' and come join me."

Was she thinking too hard about it? It was a strange thought to ponder as Haruhi crossed the distance between them, finally accepting Kyoya's invitation as she sat down slowly beside him. She gave a single nod as he motioned towards the waiting tea, and watched in silence as Kyoya poured her a cup. The steam swirled from the top as he passes her the liquid filled object, Haruhi's slender fingers wrapping gently around the item. She pulled it in against her chest and took comfort in its warmth before raising the cup to her lips and enjoying that first sip. The flavour was different, the taste of clove and cinnamon quickly filling her mouth. It reminded the teen of that night in her bath, and before she could stop it Haruhi's cheeks flushed at the memory.

Poised with his own cup almost to his lips, Kyoya furrowed his brows with a look of instant concern. "What is it? Is the tea too hot?"

Swallowing her mouthful quickly, Haruhi shook her head. "It's nothing. The tea is fine. Different, but good."

"I'm glad." Kyoya spoke then tipped his cup back to enjoy his own first sip. "I wanted something different for you to try this evening."

It was difficult for Haruhi not to point out that things already were different for her. The last time she had been in his space there had been no music and no conversation about food or drink either. As she sipped for the second time at the hot liquid Haruhi found herself back to wondering what it was that Kyoya was trying to achieve with this particular set-up.

Having had only a few sips of his own tea Kyoya carefully set down his cup and pushed a light breath of air between his lips. He did not have to ask what she was thinking; he could clearly read it on every feature. "Haruhi," He began, aware of those brown eyes widening to the sober tone in his voice. "Today's lesson is going to push much further then I suspect you've ever gone with someone." There was a moment of silence to follow his words, during which Haruhi gave a meek nod of agreement. "In order for my teachings to be successful, I need you to be relaxed and comfortable."

Relaxed and comfortable. Those two words bounced around Haruhi's mind like little rubber balls. They almost seemed like impossible feats to obtain, given that she was in the company of Ouran's Shadow King. She doubted that anyone would feel relaxed and comfortable around him!

Sensing that the little cross dresser was sinking rather quickly into the depths of her own thoughts, Kyoya cleared his throat softly, and asked a question he knew would bring her back to him. "Do you trust me?"

Instantly Haruhi snapped back to the conversation, a look of surprise settling quickly over her face. How was she supposed to answer that? Sure, the last time Kyoya had her alone he did not push for anything beyond what she was there for. But what weight did that really hold in the grand picture that was Kyoya Ootori? He did not obtain his dark nickname by playing the prince. That role belonged to Tamaki, and Kyoya was everything opposite to the club's King.

If she looked past the image that Kyoya wanted the world to see however, she found a completely different person inside. Someone who did care about her and valued her for the friend that he felt she was. Surely that had to count for something, right? Darting the tip of her tongue over dried lips Haruhi let a small breath of air fill her cheeks before she answered gently. "Socially I feel like I shouldn't, but personally I do."

The answer was rather abstract and made Kyoya blink a few times as he attempted to process the girl's words. Not having much luck with that task, he frowned. "Do you trust that I'm not going to take advantage of you?"

Haruhi's brows furrowed as she dropped her brown eyes to gaze deeply into her still-steaming tea. So that was what Kyoya was really asking her. Did she trust him enough to be a true gentleman even with the lesson he was about to give? Her lips parted for a few seconds and when no sound came out she promptly closed them again. This was an action she repeated a few more times before finally finding her voice. "In that capacity, yes. I trust you."

There was an undeniable honesty to those words that Kyoya found actually hurt, but he swallowed down his own personal response and instead settled on giving the teen a small nod. "I'm glad." For some reason those two words felt like lies, and he found that he had nothing else to follow them up with.

"Should I not trust you?" She questioned carefully, slowly lifting her gaze to lock onto his. With his glasses on it was difficult to read the expression in his eyes, not that she really figured there was going to be much to see. Kyoya was a master at keeping his emotions locked away. But she still felt that she had to try, especially with the rather bizarre nature of their conversation.

Kyoya felt himself blink, unable to look away from Haruhi. In all honestly, that was a fair question to ask him. He'd been the one to bring this up; it was only natural that she would question his own self-control. They had already identified that tonight's lesson was going to be much more; Haruhi was well within her right to be concerned for him. Raising a hand, Kyoya rubbed at the back of his neck almost awkwardly. "There's no reason I can think of that you shouldn't."

Considering he wanted her to be relaxed, these were hardly the questions he should have been asking her, thought Haruhi. Conversations of trust did not usually make one feel relaxed. Especially not conversations with Kyoya. Bringing her cup to her lips Haruhi enjoyed a few more sips and attempted to let the scent of cinnamon consume her. It still made her think of her bath the other night and Haruhi still wanted to blush about that, but at least it was something other than their current situation to focus on. Surprisingly, she found that such a simple little distraction worked.

"I take it we're not rushed for time this evening since you've provided tea and conversation, and not just jumped head first into this."

Haruhi's comment put a light smile to the corners of Kyoya's lips as he nodded. "I do not expect my family to return home before midnight. Their host for this evening is a rather large social butterfly who's known for throwing lavish, and long, dinner engagements. Truth be told, I'm thankful to have plans for this night. Being social was not high on my list of things I wanted to do."

She was not sure how she felt about being used as an excuse for Kyoya to get out of something; however Haruhi kept those thoughts to herself. His response had been so quick to follow hers that she doubted he'd even thought about the words before speaking them. While the teen prided himself on being able to articulate appropriately in every situation, it seems that these moments where the two of them were alone together forced Kyoya to act outside of his regular self.

Bringing the cup again to her lips Haruhi frowned as she realized it was now empty. He'd barely drank any of his, and she was already done hers. Softly she set the empty cup on the table, and exhaled a slow sigh before turning to face the teen. The time for small talk was over. She needed to just be honest with him. "Kyoya-Sempai, I don't think I'm going to get any more relaxed."

Haruhi's voice had been soft, barely above a whisper but he'd heard those words loud and clear. In a sense, it was the invitation that he'd been waiting for. Not bothering to finish his own tea, Kyoya pushed away all thoughts of their prior conversation, and allowed his head to fill with the real reason behind Haruhi's visit tonight - her lesson.

Shifting slightly on the couch he closed the short distance between them, his gaze dropping to the curve of her mouth as if to silently ask for permission. He watched as her cheeks pinkened, the answering nod so short it barely counted as a gesture. Knowing it was the best he was going to get from the teen; he dipped his head down and grazed his lips lightly across hers. In response to the action Haruhi gave a small whimper, and Kyoya responded with the tip of his tongue sweeping over the seam of her mouth. He felt her lips part under the coaxing gesture, and he wasted no time slipping his tongue past her teeth and into the moist heat of her mouth.

It was amazing to Haruhi, how quickly she had accepted Kyoya's kisses. It was almost as if she craved them. Eager for more she parted further beneath his skilled mouth and allowed him to take his full of her taste. There was something soft, almost sweet in this kiss and the brunette found herself quickly losing her sense of reality. Breathing a small sigh of contentment she let her lashes fall softly against her cheeks and lost herself.

Kyoya could not tell where the first kiss ended and the second one started. Or the third or the fourth. Somewhere in the process Haruhi had shifted closer to him, her hand resting against his knee, his fingers curled lightly over hers. He could feel how much her skin had warmed, the blaze of an ever-present blush painting her usually pale skin. He did not need his eyes open to see the picture she created, his mind did a wonderful job with painting it for him.

When she was breathless Haruhi parted their mouths, a faint pant in her chest. Slowly she brought the world back into focus, not surprised to see Kyoya was doing the same. Their eyes locked for several seconds before she hesitantly raised her hands and reached for those silver rimmed lenses. One eyebrow arched in silent question, but Kyoya did nothing to stop her as she gently removed the item from his face. Carefully she folded the arms together and set his glasses down beside her empty tea cup.

Kyoya blinked a few times, attempting to find some degree of focus. Not that he was about to admit this, but he was actually quite blind without his glasses. Removing them was something he rarely did, unless it was to shower or sleep. It took some work, but he brought Haruhi back into his vision, not missing the shy smile that danced over her red lips. "What?" The teen questioned softly, tipping his head slightly.

"I've never seen your eyes this clearly before." Haruhi answered. "Never noticed how deep they are. The lenses seem to keep that detail hidden away." The compliment made Kyoya blush, the heat rising quickly over his neck and nose; and Haruhi instantly replaced the smile with a look of horror. "I'm so sorry! That wasn't very proper-"

The rest of her words were cut short by Kyoya helping himself to another kiss. He heard Haruhi's whimper and felt as her fingers tightened against his knee, almost as if she were asking him for more. It was a request he was all too happy to oblige. With gentle motions he rubbed his tongue against hers, swallowing down the girl's sharp gasp. Again Kyoya repeated the action, and again once more before Haruhi understood that she needed to return the gesture. Her touch was not as confident, but that did not stop the low groan that pushed up from his chest.

Breaking their kisses Kyoya shifted and began running a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses from her neck to ear. His teeth grazed lightly over the soft skin of her earlobe, listening to the way Haruhi's breath caught with a gasp. Extending his tongue, he traced over the shell of her ear before whispering softly. "Come sit in my lap."

Haruhi forced the air from her lungs with a strained breath, her fog-filled brain taking several seconds longer than usual to process his words. His lap? How? She could feel his palms settle against her hips, and did not fight back as he manipulated her to the way he wanted her. Her legs parted easily, knees resting on either side of his thighs as she faced him. Her hands found themselves flat against his cotton-clad chest, where she could feel each shallow breath the teen took. This new position gave Haruhi a completely different view of her older classmate. One that she never thought she would have. His palms rested flat against the small of her back for a few seconds before rubbing slowly up the sides of her spine. The sensation sent instant jolts of awareness through her body, and Haruhi could not stop the light purr that tumbled freely from her lips.

Finding the back of her neck, Kyoya let his fingers curl around that natural curve, the pads of his fingers applying a light pressure as he guided her mouth back to his. Their tongues danced eagerly together, taking that step up from their previous kisses. He groaned again, and Haruhi matched that with a soft moan of her own. The desire to explore more of this delightful creature rose, and Kyoya did nothing to prevent himself from doing so. Leaving one hand against her nape he brought the other one down and tucked it under the cotton of her t-shirt. Her stomach muscles flexed involuntarily as against his open mouth Haruhi gave another gasp. Lightly he began to rub, feeling the pads of his fingers slide easily over her soft skin.

Never before had Haruhi realized how much affect a small little touch could have. Then again, no one had ever touched her in the way Kyoya was right now, but still! Even though his motions were light and his touch barely a whisper against her, Haruhi could feel the muscles in her abs go into fits of spasms. When he brushed over the top of her jean-clad hip, she did not hold back the quick yelp, separating their kiss instantly.

"... Are you ticklish?" Kyoya questioned, a look of amusement filling those pools of midnight. The blush on her face deepened and she turned her gaze away from him. That was answer enough for the teen. "I'm sorry." He said the height of amusement gone from his tone. "I didn't mean to."

"S'okay." The girl mumbled softly, still unable to look at those eyes that stole her breath. "If I had known you were going to do that, I would have told you."

"Haruhi," Kyoya practically purred her given name, moving his hand from her neck to trail a single finger across her cheek and down her jaw. "Intimacy is not just in the obvious acts. The touch of one's partner, for example, can sometimes be just as enticing as a kiss."

She did not doubt his words, for he had shown her first hand the truth behind them. "How do you know all of this?"
Kyoya frowned, brows furrowing a moment as he pushed out a small breath of air. "It's bad taste to ask someone about their previous experiences. Especially in a situation like this."

The comment made Haruhi frown, a look of uncertainty passing over her features. Was that Kyoya's way of saying he was not proud of the way he had learned his skills? Somehow she found that hard to believe. Kyoya was an intellect, always ready and eager to show off his knowledge.

Aware that Kyoya still had not lifted his gaze from her Haruhi shifted almost awkwardly under the weight, all thoughts instantly getting wiped away as she heard his crisp gasp. The sound was so out of character for the raven haired teen that Haruhi instantly brought her eyes back to his. Kyoya had pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, the heavy look of heated want flashing quickly through his dark eyes. A deep crimson burned across his cheeks and down along his neck, the lack of chest movement indicating he was currently holding his breath. The cross dresser found herself blinking almost stupidly as she attempted to figure out what had triggered such a reaction from him. All she'd done was... Oh.

Now it was her who blushed as she realized what had happened. With the way she was sitting there was no way she could miss the hardness that pressed against his jeans. It was just something that she had been trying to avoid. Moistening her dry lips Haruhi spoke lightly. "Sorry."

Slowly Kyoya exhaled that caught breath, forcing some level of thought back into his blank mind. "It's fine." The response to slow to come, and did not sound very convincing, but thankfully Haruhi did not comment to either. "Not your fault."
Having nothing else to do to bring Kyoya's focus back to her, Haruhi tipped her face towards his and initiated another kiss. She could practically taste the surprise on his tongue, but pushed past it as she eagerly engaged his tongue in another duel. The reminder seemed to be exactly what he needed, for it did not take Kyoya long to assume control of their kiss.

With the soft sounds of pure pleasure Haruhi was making Kyoya assumed that the awkwardness was once again gone between them, so he allowed himself to continue with the main reason Haruhi was in his lap. Separating their mouths, he lowered his head to nuzzle against the girl's neck, peppering soft butterfly kisses along her rapidly-pulsing vein. Gentle fingers moved gracefully up over her stomach, pausing as a thumb swept over the underwire of her bra. He heard Haruhi's sound of surprise and in response he nibbled lightly on her earlobe. "Relax..." he encouraged, voice soft and low.”Don't think, just feel."

It was something that Haruhi was sure would be easier said than done, but she tried her best to comply. Pushing the air slowly from her lungs she attempted to relax as Kyoya's tongue licked along the sensitive shell of her ear. She felt his hand slide further up, molding perfectly around the cup of her bra. It was impossible to keep the crimson off her face, so Haruhi did not even try.

Again Kyoya moved to claim her lips, his hand moving on its own accord as he gave her breast a soft squeeze. There was no surprise in finding most of her bra was padding; however he found that he did not mind. Had it been the other way around he was not sure he would be able to keep his small shred of composure.

Haruhi's fingers clenched, gathering fistfuls of his white dress shirt as she arched further into his touch, as if silently begging for more. The way his tongue was moving against hers made the girl want to experience what that tongue would feel like against a pert nipple. She could feel how aroused her body was, and knew by the tightness in her chest that her body wanted more. As if to show this to him she rocked her hips lightly against his, mewing helplessly at his harsh gasp.

His mind went instantly blank as another jolt of pure desire shot through his body. It was intense enough that he froze in his actions, unable to do anything but remind himself to keep breathing. The first one may have been an accident, but this time Haruhi was quite confident in her actions. She wanted to get that reaction from him. Needing to put some space between them Kyoya pulled back, cupping her chin to force her gaze onto his. "... Haruhi?" The boy questioned, uncertainty dancing along his soft voice. He did not know completely what he was asking, and hoped that she would have the answer.

Pure embarrassment coloured every part of her visible skin, his hand against her chin keeping Haruhi from being able to look away. With wide glossy eyes and kiss-swollen lips, Kyoya was the most attractive Haruhi had ever seen him. If possible it made her want him even more and she fought back against saying so with every ounce of remaining willpower she had. Swiftly her tongue danced over her own lips, leaving them a deep coral colour. "You're teasing." The voice that came from her mouth did not sound like hers. It was too high, and breathy. "And it feels really good."

If possible, Haruhi burned further with her blush, and Kyoya found himself actually taking pity on her. He should have remembered that all of this was new to her; she would not require much stimulation. Stroking his thumb lightly over her cheek, Kyoya gave her a gentle nod to show he understood. "Then lay back Haruhi, and I will make you feel amazing."

There was no thought given to declining that offer as Haruhi shifted and rose to her feet. Her previous nervousness and anxiety had long been replaced with the flame of desire, fueled by everything Kyoya had done to her. Now she whimpered with anticipation as he also rose gracefully, both hands going swiftly to the fastenings on her pants. His fingers stumbled slightly and she reached out, resting her own hands against his wrists. There was no need to verbally say anything, they both already knew. Her breath caught in her chest as he let those jeans fall to the floor, and Haruhi knew he was doing the same.

As the cooler air of the room brushed her bare legs Haruhi shivered. The t-shirt she wore was barely long enough to cover her knicker-clad modesty, but to Haruhi it felt as if she were completely naked. She watched those dark eyes roam loosely over her figure, and the cross-dresser fought with the urge to cover herself. As if reading her mind, Kyoya shook his head.

"Don't." Dipping down he placed a soft kiss to her lips. "I am not here to judge. I am here to teach."

Not giving the girl a chance to reply, Kyoya guided her back to the couch; laying her slender frame down the length of those soft cushions. He did not leave her to lay alone for very long, the teen laying his body over hers. Softly she whimpered, hands snaking around his neck as she pulled him down for another series of heated kisses.

Shifting slightly he laid his palm against her bare thigh, thumb drawing small circles against her skin as Haruhi purred eagerly into his mouth. Whatever embarrassment she had been feeling had been consumed by the want that flowed through every cell in her body. Knowing this was not going to take long, Kyoya separated their mouths and slid his hand up to cup the heat between her thighs.

Haruhi moaned shamelessly, fighting back the desire to arch further into that touch. Any coherent thought fled her mind as Kyoya flexed his fingers, sparking flares of pure pleasure through her every nerve. Nothing in her wildest fantasies had prepared her for the real feeling of his fingers against her body. "Please, Kyoya," she begged, voice high and thick with need. "Don't stop."

Don't stop... Unable to contain it Kyoya groaned, burying his nose against the side of her neck in an attempt to muffle the sound. How could he stop, when she was so willingly and inviting? Even with the thin layer of material between his fingers and her core he could feel every flex her body made, her voice begging him as much as her body was. No. Tonight there would be no stopping until she had obtained what she'd come here for.

Gently he pushed aside that thin barrier, trying to ignore the moisture that clung to that soft cotton. Kyoya could feel his breath catch as he lightly stroked over her most intimate part with a light touch. To keep his own sound at bay he bit his bottom lip, forcing himself to focus completely on Haruhi. She had started grinding her hips against his, a combination of pants and mews falling thoughtlessly from her lips. He met these actions with more attention, his touch starting to explore what she was shamelessly offering him.

Haurhi knew she was close, feeling the coils in her abs starting to tighten. If she had been in better control she probably would have flushed with embarrassment about how quickly she was reaching her breaking point - but the young teen was past the point of rational thought. Kyoya was playing her like a finely tuned instrument, and she did not care. That touch felt more amazing in real life than anything she could have imagined. As his finger danced around the edge of her entrance, Haruhi turned her face to his and stole a much-needed kiss. "Close," she whimpered against his neck. "Kyo... please..."

This entire situation was already pushing the limits of his self-control. Having Haruhi laying beneath him begging was quickly becoming more then he could handle. Mental capacity aside, he was so hard that it was beginning to cross into painful. He was not sure how much longer he could keep this up for. Surrendering to that plea, Kyoya slipped a single finger inside, moaning at the sensation of her wrapping around him. Flexing in a 'come hither' motion he began stimulating that sweet spot he knew would bring Haruhi to her ultimate end.

"Kyo... Kyo..." Haruhi was not even aware she was not able to say his full name anymore, having been reduced to chanting that single syllable. Her release tittered on the edge, needing that one final thing to push it over. Wrapping five fingers around those midnight locks Haruhi guided Kyoya's mouth to hers, pleased that he did not resist as his tongue plunged eagerly into the moisture of her mouth. The kiss muffled Haruhi's sounds as she finally came undone under his coaxing fingers.

Haruhi's orgasm was intense, far more than either of them had really been expecting, and Kyoya milked it for all that he could. After all, that was the point behind this lesson. As Haruhi started to come down, Kyoya removed his finger, carelessly wiping it against his jeans before righting the state of her knickers again. The sound of Haruhi's shallow pants filled the room, contrasting against the soft music that still played. Both teens found that they couldn’t look at the other; however they found this to be perfectly acceptable. Gently Kyoya moved off her, occupying the seat at her feet. The change in position took a little of his pressure off, but not enough to make a substantial difference. Firmly he gritted his teeth, and told himself that his own discomfort could be dealt with after. Having space between them meant that he was once again having rational thoughts.

Raising a hand, Haruhi raked five fingers through her brown hair, exhaling a heavy sigh as she did so. That had been incredible. She was not ready to move yet, and given that Kyoya was not suggesting she should Haruhi lay there. Several times she had words form in her mind, but when it came to vocalizing them she found that she had no voice. Really, what did someone say after an experience like that? As hard as she tried to her mind focused on the fact that tonight had just been business, Haruhi knew that she would not look at Kyoya the same way. This went beyond kissing one another. Tonight they crossed a line that could not be ignored.

From her feet came the sound of Kyoya clearing his throat lightly. "Haruhi, are you alright?"

"... Yeah." She replied softly, the honesty of that word surprising herself. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

Brows furrowed together as she thought. Did he think she was lying? Were these questions his way of saying he wanted to talk about what just happened? They probably should talk. After all, somewhere in all that happened, there was a lesson to be had. Rolling herself onto her elbows, Haruhi finally looked to Kyoya, the words instantly dying in her throat.

The flush of arousal still clung to the back of his neck, that pink colour peeking out over the rim of his collared shirt. His lips were still swollen from all their kisses, the shallow rise and fall of his chest indicating he was still panting. There was no way she could miss the way he sat, thighs parted in a way that instantly drew her eyes to that pressing bulge in his jeans. Haruhi found herself swallowing, hard, as the awareness spread back into her body. With his head thrown back against the cushions she knew he could not see as she licked at her lips, and against her better judgement Haruhi spoke softly.

"Kyoya, let me help."
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A/N: I do hope that was worth the very long wait! It's not that this was a particularly difficult chapter to write, it was more the fact that I'm a harder critic of myself than I really should be. That being said, I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this one!

A huge thank you goes to the new names on my review board! I love all the encouragements and kind words you all have had to say about my project. The rest of the story has already been outlined, so trust me when I say that I will not abandon my my dear Haruhi and Kyoya. This will be updated until it is completed.

Reviews, votes and thoughts are always welcome - as always!

Thanks for reading!
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