Emtpty From Within
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+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,886
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Emtpty From Within
Empty From Within
Author's Notes: I realise this isn't 100% believable sex, but that's why it's fanfiction right? :)
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Kyouya hasn't done anything but put his hand on Tamaki's waist when the first protest is made.
"Not here," says Tamaki, his voice already pleading.
"They'll be out the entire day," says Kyouya coldly as his hands slide all the way around, fingertips meeting at Tamaki's belt. He unbuckles it slowly, barely making any noise.
"Kyouya," Tamaki says, not resisting as Kyouya undoes the top button of his pants and slides his hand beneath, stroking the erection he expects to find even before he approaches Tamaki. He knows what potential an environment like this has to make Tamaki squirm and flinch in ways that make his eyes cloud over, dark and helpless.
Tamaki breathes out, one hand raised, wrapping behind him, around Kyouya's neck and shoulders, his own neck stretching, eyes already closed when Kyouya licks a slow trail down the pale skin. He murmurs, eyelids fluttering. Kyouya can feel his heartbeat, fast and upset and uneven. He shouldn't like it, but he does, and wants more of it.
He guides Tamaki to the bed, his hand freeing Tamaki's cock from his pants. His own dick is starting to pulse with the need to go faster, to feel himself sink deep within Tamaki - to fuck and fuck and fuck him until neither can so much as sit up. He wants to hear the screams and gasps he hasn't heard in three days now. It makes his skin feel thinner, his palms empty and cold, even as they wrap around the heavy thickness of Tamaki's cock.
He blinks when Tamaki turns his head, looking up at Kyouya, his eyes already resigned to what he knows will take place, his mouth speaking out in spite of it.
"Not on Haruhi's bed."
Tamaki's shirt comes off easily, dropping to the floor. Kyouya doesn't waste much more time kicking off his own pants, shedding his shirt and placing his glasses on the small but sturdy night table nearby. He lowers Tamaki onto the bed, face down.
The pillows are only faintly lined with lace, but it's enough to cause beads of precome at the tip of Tamaki's cock. Kyouya runs one hand along the inside of Tamaki's thighs, which inch further apart. He covers Tamaki, whose head is resting against the mostly-plain white pillows, eyes open, taking in every last detail of the room. Kyouya bends over him, rummaging in a nearby drawer until he finds it: the tin of melted chocolate he'd given Haruhi at Christmas, knowing full well she would never eat all of it.
It is semi-cold as he spreads a thin amount on his palms, rubbing it back and forth to get it warm. He adds a little bit more before spreading it along his cock, which seems to harden further at the wet feeling surrounding it. As his hand moves, soft, slick sounds fill the air. Tamaki looks over at him with shy eyes.
"What are you using this time?" he asks.
"Never mind that. Turn around," says Kyouya, resting the bottle next to him on the bed, rubbing coated fingers along the line of Tamaki's ass, teasing the tight entrance with his fingertips before grabbing Tamaki's hips and rubbing his dick hungrily along the wet crease.
His fingernails dig into the soft French skin as he pushes the blunt tip of his cock against Tamaki, forcing himself deep. Tamaki writhes beneath him, begging Kyouya to remove it, or to stay still for a few moments till he adjusts to the long thick length inside him. Kyouya pulls out slightly before pushing in even deeper.
He breathes against Tamaki's ear, trying not to shake too much. Normally he takes care to stay gentle with Tamaki, but something about being in Haruhi's room, surrounded by pink and memories of Tamaki's "daddy" episodes makes him forget this.
"Tell me how much it hurts," he says, voice low and threatening. Tamaki inhales sharply. Kyouya's dick slides in and out faster, Tamaki's body still resisting, forcing Kyouya to thrust in hard, making both of their bodies shake in response.
"Scream it," growls Kyouya. Tamaki shudders, wincing when the fingernails dig further into his skin.
"Kyouya..." Tamaki gasps, bent over, face hidden. When he raises it again, enough to be seen, Kyouya can see the faint tears beginning to form at his eyes. He slows his movements - forces himself to regain control, as much as he can.
"Harder," whispers Tamaki in the ensuing silence.
Kyouya slips his cock halfway out of Tamaki, then pushes it back in slowly, watching it fill Tamaki all the way. "Like that?" he asks.
"Rougher," begs Tamaki, his voice weak as he steadies himself against the bed frame.
Kyouya repeats the motion, faster this time, listening for the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, sliding within, the heat of Tamaki's ass squeezing tight around his cock.
He's only had sex with two girls - between corridors and against desks, hot and fast and satisfying. But there's something about shoving his dick inside someone's ass, forcing each inch against a tight barrier that makes him come twice as hard - and twice more than that if it's Tamaki. Everything about this scenario is wrong, every detail is one that, if found out, could ruin Kyouya. Danger is usually something he avoids, but the sight of Tamaki beneath him, destroyed and wet with his come makes Kyouya unable to think of much else, unable to care again until he's emptied himself down Tamaki's throat, into his hand or even against his stomach.
It is this self-same need that drives him to slam his cock faster inside Tamaki, the begs of "please, harder...Kyouya" making him desperate to come.
Finally, he pushes his dick in as far as it will go, balls tight in anticipation of release just before he spurts inside, biting down on his own lip hard enough to bleed. He moans as he empties inside Tamaki, coming hard, pulling out just in time to spray four quick streams against Tamaki's ass. He pulls out, gathering the thick blotches of come and rubbing them along the tip of his cock, which is dark red.
He's still hard, still wants more. He pulls one of the two pillows from under Tamaki's head and stuffs it beneath his waist. He makes sure the soft embroidered swan in the corner rests under the shaft of Tamaki's cock, which is already rubbing against it. His hands grip at the other pillow, bracing himself as Kyouya positions himself back into Tamaki's hole. He pushes in fast again, fucking Tamaki hard without warning.
Tamaki's ass is slick with Kyouya's come, which begins to spill out as he pushes further and further. He tries to slow down, at least a little, but it's too hard to do anything than thrust into the still-tight hole, again and again, drinking in the whimpers and gasps beneath him. He can tell by the clenching around him that Tamaki is coming, spilling white against one of Haruhi's pillows. Kyouya feels his own momentum building, bubbling within, veins wound tight until he comes a second time.
He doesn't stop, continuing to fuck Tamaki as his hands clamp down on the pale pink bedspread. He can't stop coming, can't stop the spurts of liquid warmth filling Tamaki. As the last, barely-contained shudders flood his body, Kyouya sinks down on top of Tamaki, sweaty and wet, cock still half-hard as he lets it enter Tamaki and stay there.
He's spent and boneless and tired, and Tamaki is hot and familiar beneath him. He kisses him gently on the shoulder, remembering to breathe out.
He doesn't move again until an hour before Haruhi is supposed to come back, Tamaki clenching tight around him, urging Kyouya to thrust in a few times until he comes again, spilling up and out, Tamaki's ass to full of cock and come to contain anything more.
Kyouya memorizes the sight, hoping it will hold him over until the next time.
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Reviews appreciated.
Author's Notes: I realise this isn't 100% believable sex, but that's why it's fanfiction right? :)
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Kyouya hasn't done anything but put his hand on Tamaki's waist when the first protest is made.
"Not here," says Tamaki, his voice already pleading.
"They'll be out the entire day," says Kyouya coldly as his hands slide all the way around, fingertips meeting at Tamaki's belt. He unbuckles it slowly, barely making any noise.
"Kyouya," Tamaki says, not resisting as Kyouya undoes the top button of his pants and slides his hand beneath, stroking the erection he expects to find even before he approaches Tamaki. He knows what potential an environment like this has to make Tamaki squirm and flinch in ways that make his eyes cloud over, dark and helpless.
Tamaki breathes out, one hand raised, wrapping behind him, around Kyouya's neck and shoulders, his own neck stretching, eyes already closed when Kyouya licks a slow trail down the pale skin. He murmurs, eyelids fluttering. Kyouya can feel his heartbeat, fast and upset and uneven. He shouldn't like it, but he does, and wants more of it.
He guides Tamaki to the bed, his hand freeing Tamaki's cock from his pants. His own dick is starting to pulse with the need to go faster, to feel himself sink deep within Tamaki - to fuck and fuck and fuck him until neither can so much as sit up. He wants to hear the screams and gasps he hasn't heard in three days now. It makes his skin feel thinner, his palms empty and cold, even as they wrap around the heavy thickness of Tamaki's cock.
He blinks when Tamaki turns his head, looking up at Kyouya, his eyes already resigned to what he knows will take place, his mouth speaking out in spite of it.
"Not on Haruhi's bed."
Tamaki's shirt comes off easily, dropping to the floor. Kyouya doesn't waste much more time kicking off his own pants, shedding his shirt and placing his glasses on the small but sturdy night table nearby. He lowers Tamaki onto the bed, face down.
The pillows are only faintly lined with lace, but it's enough to cause beads of precome at the tip of Tamaki's cock. Kyouya runs one hand along the inside of Tamaki's thighs, which inch further apart. He covers Tamaki, whose head is resting against the mostly-plain white pillows, eyes open, taking in every last detail of the room. Kyouya bends over him, rummaging in a nearby drawer until he finds it: the tin of melted chocolate he'd given Haruhi at Christmas, knowing full well she would never eat all of it.
It is semi-cold as he spreads a thin amount on his palms, rubbing it back and forth to get it warm. He adds a little bit more before spreading it along his cock, which seems to harden further at the wet feeling surrounding it. As his hand moves, soft, slick sounds fill the air. Tamaki looks over at him with shy eyes.
"What are you using this time?" he asks.
"Never mind that. Turn around," says Kyouya, resting the bottle next to him on the bed, rubbing coated fingers along the line of Tamaki's ass, teasing the tight entrance with his fingertips before grabbing Tamaki's hips and rubbing his dick hungrily along the wet crease.
His fingernails dig into the soft French skin as he pushes the blunt tip of his cock against Tamaki, forcing himself deep. Tamaki writhes beneath him, begging Kyouya to remove it, or to stay still for a few moments till he adjusts to the long thick length inside him. Kyouya pulls out slightly before pushing in even deeper.
He breathes against Tamaki's ear, trying not to shake too much. Normally he takes care to stay gentle with Tamaki, but something about being in Haruhi's room, surrounded by pink and memories of Tamaki's "daddy" episodes makes him forget this.
"Tell me how much it hurts," he says, voice low and threatening. Tamaki inhales sharply. Kyouya's dick slides in and out faster, Tamaki's body still resisting, forcing Kyouya to thrust in hard, making both of their bodies shake in response.
"Scream it," growls Kyouya. Tamaki shudders, wincing when the fingernails dig further into his skin.
"Kyouya..." Tamaki gasps, bent over, face hidden. When he raises it again, enough to be seen, Kyouya can see the faint tears beginning to form at his eyes. He slows his movements - forces himself to regain control, as much as he can.
"Harder," whispers Tamaki in the ensuing silence.
Kyouya slips his cock halfway out of Tamaki, then pushes it back in slowly, watching it fill Tamaki all the way. "Like that?" he asks.
"Rougher," begs Tamaki, his voice weak as he steadies himself against the bed frame.
Kyouya repeats the motion, faster this time, listening for the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, sliding within, the heat of Tamaki's ass squeezing tight around his cock.
He's only had sex with two girls - between corridors and against desks, hot and fast and satisfying. But there's something about shoving his dick inside someone's ass, forcing each inch against a tight barrier that makes him come twice as hard - and twice more than that if it's Tamaki. Everything about this scenario is wrong, every detail is one that, if found out, could ruin Kyouya. Danger is usually something he avoids, but the sight of Tamaki beneath him, destroyed and wet with his come makes Kyouya unable to think of much else, unable to care again until he's emptied himself down Tamaki's throat, into his hand or even against his stomach.
It is this self-same need that drives him to slam his cock faster inside Tamaki, the begs of "please, harder...Kyouya" making him desperate to come.
Finally, he pushes his dick in as far as it will go, balls tight in anticipation of release just before he spurts inside, biting down on his own lip hard enough to bleed. He moans as he empties inside Tamaki, coming hard, pulling out just in time to spray four quick streams against Tamaki's ass. He pulls out, gathering the thick blotches of come and rubbing them along the tip of his cock, which is dark red.
He's still hard, still wants more. He pulls one of the two pillows from under Tamaki's head and stuffs it beneath his waist. He makes sure the soft embroidered swan in the corner rests under the shaft of Tamaki's cock, which is already rubbing against it. His hands grip at the other pillow, bracing himself as Kyouya positions himself back into Tamaki's hole. He pushes in fast again, fucking Tamaki hard without warning.
Tamaki's ass is slick with Kyouya's come, which begins to spill out as he pushes further and further. He tries to slow down, at least a little, but it's too hard to do anything than thrust into the still-tight hole, again and again, drinking in the whimpers and gasps beneath him. He can tell by the clenching around him that Tamaki is coming, spilling white against one of Haruhi's pillows. Kyouya feels his own momentum building, bubbling within, veins wound tight until he comes a second time.
He doesn't stop, continuing to fuck Tamaki as his hands clamp down on the pale pink bedspread. He can't stop coming, can't stop the spurts of liquid warmth filling Tamaki. As the last, barely-contained shudders flood his body, Kyouya sinks down on top of Tamaki, sweaty and wet, cock still half-hard as he lets it enter Tamaki and stay there.
He's spent and boneless and tired, and Tamaki is hot and familiar beneath him. He kisses him gently on the shoulder, remembering to breathe out.
He doesn't move again until an hour before Haruhi is supposed to come back, Tamaki clenching tight around him, urging Kyouya to thrust in a few times until he comes again, spilling up and out, Tamaki's ass to full of cock and come to contain anything more.
Kyouya memorizes the sight, hoping it will hold him over until the next time.
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Reviews appreciated.