Of Lords and Geisha

x-posted to my TamaHaru archive: http://sugarysky.livejournal.com

Kaoru had suggested “Why not try roleplaying? Have her pretend to be something that really turns you on, and you can do the same for her.” when Tamaki had asked him for advice on interesting things to try in the bedroom. The youngest twin was certainly knowledgeable when it came to matters of sex from all of his wild experiences with Kyouya, and Tamaki had to trust him on this one. However, there was a problem posed by the fact that roleplaying didn’t seem to be an option.

No matter what silly, girly costume Haruhi was wearing, no matter what roles they were supposed to be fitting into, whenever she would look up at him with those big brown eyes, Tamaki would completely lose control. The thing that turned him on the most, he had decided, was Haruhi herself. As intriguing as the concept of roleplay was to him, all thought of remaining in-character (whether he was a sailor or a professor or even an Arabian king seducing the girl who held his fan for him) flew immediately from his mind. It was Haruhi who made him shiver beneath her touch as she straddled him, her eyes clouded with lust.

“How would you like it tonight, sir?” she asked him, her Geisha’s wig askew and her cheeks flushed as she ground her hips against his.

“Haruhi…” he moaned, forgetting the guise of “Makoto” that she currently resided behind as he reached up to grab her shoulders and pull her down for a needy kiss.

“Tamaki,” her breath, hot against his neck, set his body on fire. They used the third music room for their antics mainly because of how readily an array of bizarre costumes was available there, but also, Tamaki supposed, secretly for the danger. More than once while he thrust wantonly into Haruhi on one of the velvet couches, one of the other hosts would begin to enter and immediately turn and leave. Tamaki had never thought he could be so careless, but the prospect of getting caught excited him. Being there with Haruhi was exhilarating.

Haruhi shifted forward again, and Tamaki whimpered at the contact between their crotches. Even though his yukata, he liked to pretend he could feel her wetness. He reached for her hips and rocked her forward against him, making her moan deliciously. A hum rose in his throat at the feeling of her crotch pressing his erection.

“Why do we bother with the costumes, senpai?” she asked him, far more composed than he was even in the face of her own arousal. “You never manage to stay in-character, anyway.”

“I don’t know,” Tamaki whispered sweetly, sliding one hand between them and cupping her bare crotch. Haruhi choked rather comically as he stroked her clit with one finger and teased at her entrance with another. “Maybe I just like seeing you all dressed up.” He could feel his erection growing even now at how wet she was. He never expected it, and it made him feel vaguely powerful that he was the one who was able to make her react this way. Soft moans tore from her throat as though she could not contain them, and she looked slightly embarrassed at herself.

“It’s alright to like it as much as you do,” he whispered in what he feared was a rather perverted voice. She looked vividly beautiful to him at this moment with her kimono pushed up around her waist and her pale thighs splayed one on either side of him. With a smile he reached up with his free hand to pull at her obi, already untied from their mad fumble before, and discard it. The pale red kimono fell open slightly, and feverishly Tamaki caressed her small breast.

“Stop it,” she whispered softly. “Stop making me feel like this, senpai. I… I don’t…” even as she spoke she shifted her hips upward so she could open his powder blue yukata, releasing his bare erection and reaching for it. She stroked him hastily with one hand, holding onto his thigh for support with the other as she moved discreetly against the hand that still fondled her crotch.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, moving his fingers quicker and still plucking at her nipple with the other hand. Haruhi shook her head quickly.

“I just want you to stop skirting around the whole thing and just do it. We’ve been playing long enough, Tamaki-senpai.” her voice was rather impatient, and she regained the upper hand as she squeezed his length a bit tighter.

“If you want it done, maybe you should do it?” Tamaki asked playfully, and almost before he was finished speaking, Haruhi had shifted and buried him inside her.

“How’s that?” she asked, and he moaned softly. He found it impossibly sexy when she took the reigns, and when she was forceful like this, it was almost more than he could take. Haruhi leaned down over him to kiss him deeply, her hips shifting against his as she thrust against him. “Is it what you wanted?”

“Haruhi…” starry-eyed, Tamaki pulled her down farther, and her breasts pressed against his chest.. “It feels so good.”

“It does…” Haruhi moved with a kind of recklessness, and for a moment Tamaki closed his eyes and forgot about everything; about school, about the club duties they would be performing the next morning, about the other hosts. There were only he and Haruhi inhabiting the world. When he opened his eyes, Haruhi was touching her breast, and something seemed to take possession of his body. With jerky motions he lifted her, turning to lay her on her back on the sofa, and paused only to kiss her before pushing her open kimono further out of the way and thrusting into her as though his life depended on it.

“Tamaki!” Haruhi seemed surprised, but she actually giggled. It made him smile. Her wig tumbled off to rest unceremoniously on the floor, and Tamaki was pleased that this element of the costume was gone. Haruhi lay beneath him looking rather content with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. At this moment, Tamaki wanted nothing more than to please her, and he moved frantically, hypnotized. He was so caught up that he had almost forgotten about his own capacity to orgasm until he realized her hand was pressed between them and she was touching herself, and he was done for. Jerking hard against her, he spent himself, and hard. At this point, Haruhi was moving against him frantically, her own hand rubbing furiously at her clit, and Tamaki gave her the extra edge she needed.

“You’re so sexy, Haruhi,” he whispered naughtily in her ear, pushing her hand out of the way so he could stroke her instead. “Mm… does it feel good when I touch you?”

“Y--yes,” Haruhi was out of breath. “It feels good.”

Tamaki kept moving his hand quickly against her and pushed into her hard several times. He could feel her tension building as her fingers gripped his shoulders tighter and tighter, and he shifted back slightly so that when she finally did come, he had a perfect view of her flushed, desperate face. For a moment she simply lay under him, eyes closed, breath coming hard.

“Tamaki…” she muttered when she had cooled down sufficiently.

“I know,” Tamaki grinned slightly and pulled himself delicately out of her, leaning down to kiss her lips, slow and soft. He sighed happily, focusing on the warm contact of their skin in the gaps where their costumes hung open, and at that moment he couldn’t help thinking maybe there was something to be said for roleplay after all.