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+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
16,015
Reviews:
38
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I do not own Ouran High Host Club, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Simmer and Broil
Great Kami-sama, this was far more difficult than she had ever imagined. Her fingers streaked across the taut, glistening muscles of his back testing the breadth of his shoulders as his tongue traced the line of her jaw up to her ear. Haruhi had honestly not accounted for the powerful affect he had over her body. Takashi was making her gasp, moan, and even cry out with the most simple of motions.
"Ah!" like that one just then. His powerful hips rolled deliberately into hers, jutting at just right the moment to make her toes curl and her body thrust back in response. He always managed to hit that perfect spot that made her wet and wanton. He was driving her mad with need. The bastard knew far too well what he was doing to her, or more correctly, what she was trying to do to him.
*Flashback*
He was nervous. Even though he had practiced his confession countless times in his mind, and carefully planned out how to redeem an honorable standing with the cross-dressing beauty of Ouran High, he still felt utterly nervous. His palms were sweating and his heart racing.
In all honesty, though, he was disgusted with himself. True, that woman had not argued one bit; on the contrary she had mewled for his touch, but no matter how hot their blood had boiled he should have told her how he felt first. Damnit, Mitsukuni had warned him that one day his lack of speech would catch up to him. Now he was faced with losing something more precious to him than anything else in the world.
He knew Haruhi. She wasn’t going to give in easy to starting a real relationship; it didn’t fit into her goal plans. His intentions had not been to seduce her, but that was the path he was now taking. There was no turning back, but he could at least move forward. Show her through his actions and his words how to be loved and accept love. She was always so neutral, but he would show her why she couldn’t be that way with him. He already knew he could make her boil, but the question now was could he make her simmer?
From her reaction after school early that day he knew she was going to try for quick release. Something to take the ebb of lust away, and an excuse for the emotions he prayed she felt, too. Yet, he wasn’t going to let that happen. This would be their first time, and he was going to make sure that by the end of it she would be addicted rather than sated. He would make her crave his touch not just for the satisfaction of release, but for the intimate rapture that came with it.
It was with this resolve set in his mind that Mori knocked on her door, and when it was opened to reveal his precious love in nothing more than a light blue slip, he told himself he was prepared for that. Just like he was prepared for the way her fingers snaked up his arms and pulled him in. Somewhere in his mind the slam of the door registered amidst her hands already lifting his shirt and her lips massaging his abs.
Great Kami-sama, this was far more difficult than he ever imagined. How was he suppose to take control when her eyes already burnt with passion, and her tongue was already making wicked circles around his right nipple? He needed to get the upper hand, but she was already way ahead of him. He could feel his pants tightening by the moment, and when her hand purposely pressed and rubbed that glorious spot something snapped inside him.
With a swift move he scooped the tiny woman up in his arms and brought her over to the futon lying in the middle of floor. He put her down in the center and allowed his large hands to crawl up her body starting at her hips pushing the thin material of her slip upward. He would show her what she had been doing to him. His hands grasped her wrists gently just as he started to plant gentle kisses all over her abdomen. Every so often he allowed his tongue to slip out and trace quick little designs on her heated flesh.
She moaned lightly and he looked up to watch her face. She tried to tug her hands free gently, but he only tightened his grip as he moved to place a chaste kiss on her lips. Their eyes connected, and their wills clashed in that moment. They both knew what the other was trying; so, it would simply be a matter of will power at this point. Who could break the other first? He released her wrists with a caress down each arm, tracing her small frame back to her hips again. The move was so deliciously slow and sensual that Haruhi broke eye contact first with another light moan that made his blood boil. This wouldn’t be easy for either of them.
*End Flashback*
End chapter 6: Simmer and Boil.
A/N: Yes, this chapter ended rather abruptly. Mostly because my brain is fried right now, but I figured I should at least give some sort of an update. This chapter and the next one (which won’t be too far behind) were originally suppose to be one, but c’est la vie.
"Ah!" like that one just then. His powerful hips rolled deliberately into hers, jutting at just right the moment to make her toes curl and her body thrust back in response. He always managed to hit that perfect spot that made her wet and wanton. He was driving her mad with need. The bastard knew far too well what he was doing to her, or more correctly, what she was trying to do to him.
*Flashback*
He was nervous. Even though he had practiced his confession countless times in his mind, and carefully planned out how to redeem an honorable standing with the cross-dressing beauty of Ouran High, he still felt utterly nervous. His palms were sweating and his heart racing.
In all honesty, though, he was disgusted with himself. True, that woman had not argued one bit; on the contrary she had mewled for his touch, but no matter how hot their blood had boiled he should have told her how he felt first. Damnit, Mitsukuni had warned him that one day his lack of speech would catch up to him. Now he was faced with losing something more precious to him than anything else in the world.
He knew Haruhi. She wasn’t going to give in easy to starting a real relationship; it didn’t fit into her goal plans. His intentions had not been to seduce her, but that was the path he was now taking. There was no turning back, but he could at least move forward. Show her through his actions and his words how to be loved and accept love. She was always so neutral, but he would show her why she couldn’t be that way with him. He already knew he could make her boil, but the question now was could he make her simmer?
From her reaction after school early that day he knew she was going to try for quick release. Something to take the ebb of lust away, and an excuse for the emotions he prayed she felt, too. Yet, he wasn’t going to let that happen. This would be their first time, and he was going to make sure that by the end of it she would be addicted rather than sated. He would make her crave his touch not just for the satisfaction of release, but for the intimate rapture that came with it.
It was with this resolve set in his mind that Mori knocked on her door, and when it was opened to reveal his precious love in nothing more than a light blue slip, he told himself he was prepared for that. Just like he was prepared for the way her fingers snaked up his arms and pulled him in. Somewhere in his mind the slam of the door registered amidst her hands already lifting his shirt and her lips massaging his abs.
Great Kami-sama, this was far more difficult than he ever imagined. How was he suppose to take control when her eyes already burnt with passion, and her tongue was already making wicked circles around his right nipple? He needed to get the upper hand, but she was already way ahead of him. He could feel his pants tightening by the moment, and when her hand purposely pressed and rubbed that glorious spot something snapped inside him.
With a swift move he scooped the tiny woman up in his arms and brought her over to the futon lying in the middle of floor. He put her down in the center and allowed his large hands to crawl up her body starting at her hips pushing the thin material of her slip upward. He would show her what she had been doing to him. His hands grasped her wrists gently just as he started to plant gentle kisses all over her abdomen. Every so often he allowed his tongue to slip out and trace quick little designs on her heated flesh.
She moaned lightly and he looked up to watch her face. She tried to tug her hands free gently, but he only tightened his grip as he moved to place a chaste kiss on her lips. Their eyes connected, and their wills clashed in that moment. They both knew what the other was trying; so, it would simply be a matter of will power at this point. Who could break the other first? He released her wrists with a caress down each arm, tracing her small frame back to her hips again. The move was so deliciously slow and sensual that Haruhi broke eye contact first with another light moan that made his blood boil. This wouldn’t be easy for either of them.
*End Flashback*
End chapter 6: Simmer and Boil.
A/N: Yes, this chapter ended rather abruptly. Mostly because my brain is fried right now, but I figured I should at least give some sort of an update. This chapter and the next one (which won’t be too far behind) were originally suppose to be one, but c’est la vie.