Even you
folder
+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,339
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,339
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Ouran, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Even you
Hastily he locked the door behind him.
Don’t be too loud. Pretend everything is normal.
Ootori Kyouya straightened himself up and made the way towards his bed in normal speed. He assiduously ignored his hard throbbing member between his legs.
But even he, whose middle-name was self-control, couldn’t stop himself from panting a bit as he opened the zipper of his trousers and touched his erection.
Oh, if he ever got her in his hands.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d do to her but he knew that it had to feel twice as good as him fingering the tip of his cock.
A moan escaped his lips as he thought of her, his eyes closed. Her silken hair, how would it feel against his naked skin? Her lips, where they as soft as he imagined them? Was her body as gorgeous as he thought it would be?
Did her soul crave for him as his did?
His thumb found its way up to the head of his cock and rubbed softly. How he wished it was her hand doing these things to him.
She would be lying in his bed, him half sitting, and she would wear her lingerie. Of course he had chosen it for her. He would kiss her and tell her how beautiful she is and he would touch her breasts through the fabric of the bra.
Then he would open his trousers and she knew what she had to do. He would lay his hand on her head as her small hand grabbed the shaft of his penis and her soft fingers squeezed a bit.
He gasped.
She would then, by his guidance, go nearer with her head and lick carefully over the tip, teasing him a bit.
Kyouya felt the strange, addicting feeling in his lower stomach arising. His breath sped up.
He would grow impatient and push her a bit, not rough, just controlling. And of course she would obey to his wish and finally take him into her mouth.
He couldn’t hold back a moan.
One suck from her and his grip would loosen.
He stiffened up.
Her wetness moving around him would drive him insane. She had to continue, faster, more. Instead she slowed down and looked up to him.
Kyouya jerked a final time and with the imagination of him moving again into her he came, making his hands dirty because of her. Again.
He panted a bit and tried to recollect his composure.
He seriously had to stop jerking off after school every day just because he saw Houshakuji Renge. He didn’t think his body would withstand another week.
Don’t be too loud. Pretend everything is normal.
Ootori Kyouya straightened himself up and made the way towards his bed in normal speed. He assiduously ignored his hard throbbing member between his legs.
But even he, whose middle-name was self-control, couldn’t stop himself from panting a bit as he opened the zipper of his trousers and touched his erection.
Oh, if he ever got her in his hands.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d do to her but he knew that it had to feel twice as good as him fingering the tip of his cock.
A moan escaped his lips as he thought of her, his eyes closed. Her silken hair, how would it feel against his naked skin? Her lips, where they as soft as he imagined them? Was her body as gorgeous as he thought it would be?
Did her soul crave for him as his did?
His thumb found its way up to the head of his cock and rubbed softly. How he wished it was her hand doing these things to him.
She would be lying in his bed, him half sitting, and she would wear her lingerie. Of course he had chosen it for her. He would kiss her and tell her how beautiful she is and he would touch her breasts through the fabric of the bra.
Then he would open his trousers and she knew what she had to do. He would lay his hand on her head as her small hand grabbed the shaft of his penis and her soft fingers squeezed a bit.
He gasped.
She would then, by his guidance, go nearer with her head and lick carefully over the tip, teasing him a bit.
Kyouya felt the strange, addicting feeling in his lower stomach arising. His breath sped up.
He would grow impatient and push her a bit, not rough, just controlling. And of course she would obey to his wish and finally take him into her mouth.
He couldn’t hold back a moan.
One suck from her and his grip would loosen.
He stiffened up.
Her wetness moving around him would drive him insane. She had to continue, faster, more. Instead she slowed down and looked up to him.
Kyouya jerked a final time and with the imagination of him moving again into her he came, making his hands dirty because of her. Again.
He panted a bit and tried to recollect his composure.
He seriously had to stop jerking off after school every day just because he saw Houshakuji Renge. He didn’t think his body would withstand another week.