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Breaking And Entering	By : Bloodysyren Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 4008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Breaking And Entering
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"Why do I always let him drag me into things like that?" Kyouya asked his brain, a heavy hand placed across his eyes, shielding himself from the bright light in his study. The night before, they had stayed up at Tamaki's request and watched comedy films all night. For some reason, the black-haired boy had indulged his friend.

"I know that this isn't conducive to either of our lives in any way, Tamaki, but for you, I will submit to your request just this one time." The blonde leapt up from his spot on the couch and hugged Kyouya so tight he thought that his crazy leader had cracked a few of his ribs. Tears of utter joy ran down his face and Kyouya had to roll his eyes at the sheer stupidity that his friend could produce at times.

"Alright, settle down." Kyouya said chidingly. Like an obedient dog, Tamaki bolted to the couch and sat with his hands on his knees, eyes sparkling with happiness. Kyouya placed a DVD in the player and reclined on the couch with his friend. After three movies, it was now 2 o'clock in the morning and Kyouya was definitely ready for sleep. Tamaki was already comfortably curled up on the couch and Kyouya, who did not want to risk waking the content-looking blonde, simply grabbed a blanket from his closet and tossed it over his friend.

At 9 am, Kyouya awoke to the blessed darkness, remembering to close his curtains the morning before. There was also a comfortable weight along his abdomen, and when he shifted his weight, he felt smooth, cool fabric binding his wrists. This was quite the predicament. Opening his eyes slowly, the stoic vice president saw a cheeky-faced blonde hovering above him. "Good morning, Kyouya." Though that voice was somewhat welcome, the cheeriness which was dripping from it was not very pleasant to his ears. "What are you doing, Tamaki? Even though no one is here but us, this is no way to behave, especially this early in the morning." Kyouya felt a twinge of annoyance at the fact that he could no longer place a hand over his face in disgust.

A cool hand with long fingers brushed back the hair from his face, and as the weight above him shifted slightly, he realized what a dire predicament this was. Kyouya rarely slept naked because of the consequences it may have regarding decency if any of his family members found out, but once in a blue moon, he indulged himself that pleasure. He had to admit, he greatly enjoyed the feel of his expensive sheets on his bare skin, and being able to pleasure himself with no hindrances was also a good incentive. The previous night, though his friend was downstairs, he indulged in his rare delight. Apparently that had been a bad time to expose himself during sleep. Though no one else was in the house, he should have remembered that because Tamaki and he were best friends, the blonde could get quite impulsive, daring ideas that often included his second in command.

The cool fingers traced down his face and continued past his neck, across his chest, to rest finally at thin, strong hip bones. Kyouya shuddered and tested the restraints. He checked his breathing and realized that his pulse had quickened. Damn him. Damn him. The fingers lightened their touch and Kyouya followed them down his body, only to rest his gaze upon the culprit who had captured him.

It was only now that he fully realized that Tamaki was also naked and not only that, but had a devilish grin on his face, resembling one of the Twins when they had hatched a new plan between them. Knowing how much control he had over all of the Club members, but especially their King, Kyouya hardened his gaze and his dark eyes bored into Tamaki's, trying to make him chicken out and release the Host Club's vice-president. But Tamaki would have none of it. "Do you know what you're doing in this position, Kyouya-kun?" Tamaki suddenly asked. Kyouya was at a loss for words and as the answer was given, the dark-haired man could only let a small moan pass his lips.

"You're in this position because you have still not submitted fully to my request, Kyouya-kun." At this, Tamaki rolled his hips forward, pressing Kyouya's now strong erection between their bodies. The vice-president could only gasp and squeeze his eyes shut, pleasant sensations washing over him. All springing from the teasing contact administered by their hair-brained, over-emotional, dim-witted leader. Kyouya had a difficult time coming up with an explanation for how someone like Tamaki had concocted an elaborate plan like this.

Especially when the sensations continued. Now light mewling sounds echoed off the walls of Kyouya's large bedroom. He couldn't let himself get swept up in ridiculous emotions, especially not with someone like Tamaki. But how could he possibly resist when the blonde looked like that?

The pale cheeks were flushed as Tamaki continued to press his dripping need against Kyouya's thigh, his hands were tightly gripping the ebony-haired man's hips and that overly sensual mouth was just begging to be kissed. Kyouya couldn't believe that he was thinking things like that at a time like this. Though it was perfectly natural considering the circumstances, he had never imagined that he would be able to be unwound so easily. Or was it wound up?

But the deal was sealed when such a perfect noise erupted from between those plump lips. Kyouya shuddered down to his toes when a low moan was torn from the blonde man above him. The feelings that must be coursing through Tamaki's body were clearly felt between the vice-president's legs when slim fingers began searching for the strong, jutting flesh hidden underneath smooth thighs.

He couldn't help but moan too, pressing his hips up into Tamaki's, hot friction causing sparks between them. Though he scolded himself harshly for enjoying this, Kyouya had to admit to himself that he wanted more. He didn't care what it was, he wanted more, more heat, more sweat, more of those incredible noises that made his whole body shiver with lust.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes at the loss of pressure on his lower half. He could see golden locks disappearing between his thighs and a flash of his normal self came to the surface. "You wouldn't." "Wouldn't I?" The voice as smooth as his bonds teased, adding a tentative lick to the underside of his cock. Kyouya shuddered and writhed a little, the shock of sensation seizing his muscles.

The licks continued, and with every one, his body tensed and relaxed. The King's aim was to break his second in command, to have him begging for release, to know who was truly in control. As fingers explored and caressed, that sinful mouth was slowly working it's way towards it's goal. Tamaki's tongue continued to lap at the underside of Kyouya's nearly over-sensitive erection, making it bob with every flick of his tongue.

The room was filled with soft whimpers and the sliding of silk against the fashionable iron bed-rails. A loud gasp and harsh panting broke the delectable silence as Tamaki's lips finally closed completely over the pink head of the black-haired man's throbbing cock. He slid his mouth down, farther and farther, lapping at the sides greedily, swirling and rubbing his tongue across the sensitive vein underneath. Kyouya's back arched and all of his muscles tensed completely, neck and arms as tight as wires. Tamaki gazed up at his defenceless prey, chest heaving as pale skin gleamed like marble as he continued his teasing. He released Kyouya's cock and pressed his palm against it, earning a surprised gasp.

"Kyouya." Tamaki spoke low and seductive, "What do you want?" Iron eyes stared him down in a mixture of desire and greed. That bastard wouldn't make him beg, would he? He would. Tamaki circled his palm again and repeated the question. "More, please." Tamaki squeezed tight around his aching flesh. "Ahh...please, Tamaki, more. I can't stand it." The fingers stroked lazily, gradually tightening around him again. Kyouya threw his head back and gasped. "Is this what you want?" Squeeze. "Or is there something else that would make you come?" Squeeze. "Haa." A shaky breath escaped Kyouya's dry throat. "Please, Tamaki. Anything. Anyth-ahhhh-ahh!" He panted. "Please, make me come."

"I thought that you would have more self-control than this, Kyouya." "I have self-control, my Lord, just not-nngh! Not...ha-ha...not when it comes to you." He managed to choke out. "When it comes to me?" Tamaki questioned. His hand gripped harder and stroked faster, watching his subordinate's back arch in pleasure again. His other hand slipped lower, stopping to press in temptingly before it reached it's final destination.

Kyouya's eyes shot open and he gasped again, legs spreading further apart to welcome his Lord. Tamaki let his fingers stroke hard across the Shadow-King's puckered entrance, lazily pressing his finger experimentally against the tight opening.

As Tamaki circled his finger smoothly, causing shuddering moans to burst from between Kyouya's teeth-bruised lips, intelligible words finally passed through the dark-haired man's lips. "The...huh...ah...the lube...on...bed...nngh....table." "Ahhh, I see." Tamaki said coolly, removing his hands to a pained whimper and leaning over to retrieve the bottle of lube. �You meant this, huh?" He said, squeezing some out onto his fingers. A sharp gasp and contented moan shot from Kyouya's mouth as a slick finger was pressed against his entrance.

Tamaki's long finger was forced up against Kyouya's body to the last knuckle. The thin digits curled and pressed, searching around for a particularly sensitive area. When Tamaki pressed his finger in and out, making the vice-president moan loudly, he felt it was safe to add a second finger. Soon after, a third. As the trio of sensation stretched inside of him, Kyouya was beginning to lose his sanity. A sure hand curled around his stiff cock and pumped, hard. He nearly screamed, writhing and moaning, begging for his King to take him.

Kyouya bucked his hips, trying his hardest to push back on the fingers greedily. As Tamaki slowly removed his hand from between the Shadow-King's legs, he stroked his own weeping erection with that same hand. Seeing his Lord so undone nearly cost Kyouya his release, but he pulled himself together and focused his mind elsewhere for a moment, calming his senses.

A slick push was the only thing separating Kyouya from his superior, and as his eyes widened and his back arched, Kyouya could not help the shudder of pure bliss and the cry of pleasure that was torn from his throat. With every thrust, moans and whimpers filled the air. The Shadow-King resumed his begging and Tamaki's hands flew to his knees, pressing them towards Kyouya's shoulders in order to better reach that one place up inside his subordinate's body that would make him scream Tamaki's name.

Satisfied grunts and harsh panting was all the pair heard as their coupling continued, getting rougher and faster by the second. Suddenly, Kyouya's vision flashed white, his muscles spasmed and tightened as Tamaki grasped his dripping cock one final time and squeezed hard enough to bruise. Simultaneously, a place was struck inside of him that tore a shuddering scream from his throat. "Ahhh, Tamaki! Ahhh-oh! More! More! Yes!" Kyouya's helpless pleas broke through the unintelligible noise they both were making.

As Tamaki heard his name said so pleadingly, he thrust with renewed energy and released himself completely into the shuddering cavern he was buried in, feeling liquid pleasure wash over his hand, not realizing how harshly he was pumping Kyouya's strong erection. As Tamaki collapsed, panting next to his completely undone, satiated lover, Kyouya turned and kissed Tamaki deeply on the lips. Feeling his wrists released from their silky bonds, Kyouya wrapped his arms possessively around Tamaki's waist and pulled him on top of him, making his Lord rest his head against the Shadow-King's shoulder.

"So," Tamaki panted, still exhausted, "Have you learned your lesson and your place, Kyouya."

"Yes, my Lord." Kyouya answered, but he was already hatching his retaliation plan for the following morning. He kissed Tamaki again and they both succumbed to a deep, well-earned sleep.
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