Binding Love

Ok… This is my first time writing smut in some time. It’s been… Wow, almost four years now, so be gentle.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Ouran Host Club. It’d be neat, but I just don’t.

This is just a little diddy I got it in my head to do. I haven’t written anything but my own stuff in a while, but ideas for my currant story wouldn’t pop out until I wrote this one. It happens.

Warnings: Light bondage, smut. On with the story!
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“What the hell are you two putting me in?!” the Host king demands as his resident costumers hand him nothing but a pair of leather pants.

“You’ll see!” the two chant in unison, sharing matching Cheshire grins.

“There’s more to it…” Kaoru giggles mischievously.

“But we can’t have you put them on until after you have the pants!” Hikaru finishes.

Tamaki sighs and nods, “Fine… But this had better not be anything weird! I don’t remember needing leather pants for any of my costume ideas.”

The twins just continue grinning and motion for their “leader” to go into the changing room. They wait for the blonde to disappear behind the curtain before readying the rest of the outfit, knowing they’ll have to catch him off guard in order to get the rest of it on him.

“Kyouya’s a pervert,” Kaoru snickers, laying out a few things on a chair.

“Yeah, but Tono will like it,” his twin chuckles and nuzzles his hair. “Maybe I could steal an idea or two from Kyouya for later…”

“Mmmn… Maybe.”

Their affectionate touches are interrupted by Tama’s disgruntled voice behind the curtain, “I can’t get these things on with my boxers on!”

“Then take them off!” They call back with their joint voice.

Muffled grumbles precede his annoyed response, “You two have my measurements. Couldn’t you have just made them big enough? It feels like these things are painted on!”

“That’s the point, Tono!”

“Alright… They’re on,” Tama walks out without his shirt, knowing the twins have more for him to wear. Why didn’t they just give him the whole outfit? Just as he starts to get suspicious, he’s tackled to the floor by the evil co-conspirators.

Kaoru pins the blonde’s arms to his sides as Hikaru picks up the series of leather straps they had set aside earlier and starts to work them over his shoulders as some sort of pseudo vest.

“Hold still, Tono. You’re making this harder than it should be!” Kaoru pouts slightly as an arm shoots up to push the redhead off.

“That’s point! Get off me! I can dress myself, you know!”

The twins sit back to admire their work after twisting Tamaki’s arms up behind him to be secured by the straps about half way up his spine. They smirk at each other as realization slowly sinks into the boy beneath them and he renews his struggles.

“W-what are you two doing? Untie my arms…”

“Nuh-uh, Tono!” They tap his nose jointly, “Kyouya wanted to play and he asked us to make this juuuust for you!”

“Kyouya? Kyouya asked you to do this?” He relaxes slightly hearing his lover’s name. So it’s just one of his shadow king’s games, is it? Alright, he’ll play, “Where is Kyouya? He said he couldn’t be at the club today…”

“None of us are. The club’s been closed for the day so we can all take a ‘personal day.’ Kyouya’s personal day is going to be taken up with you!” Hikaru explains, picking Tama up with Kaoru and bringing him over to one of the couches of the club.

“He’ll be coming for you soon, so have fun, Tono!”

“Wait! You’re just leaving me here? What if someone else comes in?”

“Don’t worry, Tono,” Kaoru smiles and holds up a key, “We’re going to lock the door behind us and Kyouya has the only other key.”

“…Kyouya has this all planned out, doesn’t he?”

“Yup! Oh, I almost forgot…” Hikaru walks back over, pulling out a small black cloth before tying it around Tama’s head, blocking his vision.

Tama shifts slightly on the couch, not sure whether he likes the sensation of his vision and mobility being impaired, but knowing there isn’t much he can do to change it. He nods slightly as the devils offer their good-byes before leaving the room, taking away Tamaki’s only distraction from thinking about what will happen when his shadow king arrives. A soft coil of arousal settles itself in his gut as he imagines being at the taller teen’s mercy, unable to defend himself, and unable to see what’s coming next.

His head perks up as he hears the door open slowly, almost silently, before closing. He strains to hear footsteps heading toward him, but damn, Kyouya walks quietly! If he’s even walking at all…

Speaking of the hosts’ shadow king, he was now standing at the door watching his captive closely with an appreciative eye. The blonde shifts a little, trying to either loosen the blindfold so as to regain his vision or hear him; he isn’t sure which. He decides to make it easier on the younger boy and takes a few steps forward, watching in amusement as he freezes upon finally hearing something.

“Is something wrong, Tamaki?” He inquires innocently, chuckling as Tama grumbles in frustration. “I thought you said I was too boring the other day? So I thought I would… Spice things up a bit. Might I add, you look lovely.”

So that’s what this is all about? Tama curses himself silently, wishing he knew when to keep his mouth shut. Teasing Kyouya is never a good idea, let alone where his “abilities” in the bedroom are concerned. Oh well, too late now. Tama figures he may as well take this as far as he can, one of his patented grins spreading across his face.

“You were boring… And of course I’m lovely,” he answers cheekily, earning another chuckle from his captor. “So what you have in mind to ‘spice things up,’ hmm?”

“Now it wouldn’t be as fun if you knew ahead of time, now would it?” Kyouya sets a bag on the floor, the soft thump startling the couch-bound Tama.

“You brought a bag? What’s in it?”

“I already explained once… It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you. You’ll see soon enough.”

“Will I? Does that mean you’re taking the blindfold off?”

“Eventually, yes. I wasn’t lying when I said your eyes intoxicate me…”

Tama’s cheeks flare a bright pink. How was he able to make him act like a little school girl with just his words? No wonder he was so popular in the club… He had never really watched his lover during club hours. He knew if he did, it would distract him and the ladies who came to see him deserved better than that.

“So… Did you have fun waiting for me? It certainly looks like you did,” Kyouya smirks, noticing the slight stir of arousal already pressing against the pants he had ordered the twins to construct. My, but they did an excellent job, the leather encasing his legs enticingly. They really do look as though they must have been painted on.

The pink in Tama’s cheeks turns to a deep red. He shifts slightly, trying to turn enough to hide the fact that he’s aroused purely by the thought of being under Kyouya’s control, but failing miserably. The taller boy just smirks and leans down to nuzzle the feather-soft blonde hair of his captive, nipping his ear lightly before pulling back and enjoying the shiver that runs down Tama’s spine. His ears have always been sensitive.

“Let’s get things started, shall we?” Kyouya reaches down and brushes his fingers against Tama’s exposed nipples, bringing a soft gasp from his captive.

“K-kyouya…” Tama shivers as a light kiss follows the touch. Every feeling seems heightened, and he’s not sure why. He squirms slightly as a quick nip reddens the little bud, trying to stave off the erection already straining against the leather.

“You know… These walls aren’t sound-proof, Tamaki. You may want to consider quieting yourself for once. Though if you find that too difficult, I can always find something to help in my bag…”

“Your bag?”

“Yes, Tamaki, my bag. I brought a few things with me in case I decided I need them,” Kyouya replies easily, pinching the nipple he has yet to slather affection on lightly.

A soft whine escapes Tama’s throat before he bites down on his lip a little, hoping to keep himself quiet. Kyouya knows he can’t stay quiet during lovemaking, so why did he choose the music room of all places? He’s just evil, that’s why! The conniving, evil, mean… Sexy, loving…

A soft knead to his still-clothed arousal yanks Tama out of his thoughts with a groan. He raises his hips slightly, hoping to gain a firmer touch only to have it taken away completely. As he settles back down, the hand continues, slowly and methodically teasing him. Kyouya smiles softly as his lover’s skin flushes softly with desire. The pink hue always looks stunning on the teen’s pale flesh, and the sight laid out before him in almost enough to make him abandon the plans for his game. Tamaki’s hair tousled slightly from his squirming, panting softly and biting his lips against the normal string of soft moans and groans coupled with his not-quite womanly figure gently curving into the one thing he’ll never admit excites him out loud: the leather pants; all forming together in a single representation of his desire. He can only imagine the look in Tama’s eyes. His normally brilliant violet eyes would be darkened almost to blackness with desire, and he would be staring up at him with a look reserved just for him. It’s a look the girls will never see, and Kyouya covets it like the most precious of jewels in his family vaults.

Slowly, steeling himself against temptation, Kyouya unbuttons the pants and grabs the zipper. Patience has always been one of his best attributes, but waiting to unwrap his stunning prize was torture. He hooks his fingers under the waistband and slides them off, placing a few kisses along the pale stomach and hips as he goes. With the offending piece of clothing officially removed, he steps back for a moment to once again admire his captive’s form.

“Hmm… I believe you would look better without this vest… Thing. I’ll have to find another way to restrain you.”

Kyouya carefully removes the vest, leaving Tamaki’s arms bound, but his chest completely uncovered. Tama squirms a little as his now very sensitive chest has the rough leather gliding across it, if only for a moment.

“Oh dear… You’re looking rather flushed, Tamaki… I should check on that, you could be sick,” Tama could hear smirk in the other’s voice. Ha ha, yes he’s going to be a doctor. Amusing joke.

“Well, Dr., what would you recommend?”

His ears perk up as he hears the zipper on the bag being pulled. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to see what Kyouya had brought. What sort of “toys” does he have? And when did he get them? He sure as hell has never used them on him. While Tama ponders, Kyouya’s hands slide down his legs slowly before hooking under his knees and bringing them to the smaller boy’s chest, effectively cutting off most movement and exposing him completely in one smooth motion.

Tama’s face burns with embarrassment. Yes Kyouya’s seen him down there before, but it was different, less dominating. The little thrill it sends along his spine directly into his groin tells him that despite his situation, he still adores the attention. He blinks behind the blindfold as he feels Kyouya tying something around each of his legs, holding them splayed and up around his chest.

“I can’t properly take your temperature with your legs in the way, my love,” he replies to Tama’s unasked question while giving the neglected member below him a few quick strokes, smiling amusedly at the sputtered gasp it pulls from the smaller.

Mimicking his movements moments before, he uncaps a bottle of apple cinnamon scented lube and covers the vibrator in his hands with it liberally. Tama twitches at the scent. Cinnamon always reminds him of Kyouya. The older boy permeated the smell most of the time, and it’s quickly becoming a problem as any time he smells it, a jolt of passion settles itself in his gut and won’t leave for some time. He knows it’s Kyouya’s favorite lubricant and wiggles a little in anticipation. The wait for his lover’s full attention where he wants it most has been excruciating, and he’s more than slightly surprised when something decidedly not Kyouya nudges at the little puckered ring of muscle down below.

“Kyouya…?” Tama’s confused voice only serves to amuse the taller boy more.

“I told you I needed to take your temperature, Tamaki,” he answers easily. “And this is my thermometer.”

“But what is i- AH!” Tama’s sentence is cut off by a loud moan as Kyouya turns the dial on the remote in his hand. With how Kyouya had him tied, the evil contraption was pressed directly against his prostate as it vibrates.

Kyouya shivers as he sits back to watch. He’s always wanted to see the boy completely helpless like this. Call him sadistic, but as long as Tamaki doesn’t mind, he’ll continues the torment, testing his little lover’s limits. The dial makes a couple clicks as Kyouya ups the power, reveling in the power he has over what happens to the other. He loves power. Craves it, actually, and though he’ll probably never have as much as he would like in the world of his father’s business, he can have as much as he wants with the little angel trussed up in front of him.

Watching as Tama’s hips raise, trying to find some sort of friction to relieve him, Kyouya goes back into his bag and pulls out a small chain with two little clips at the ends and a small ring. Leaning over his captive, he takes hold of Tama’s erection, chuckling at the whimper it brings, and slides on the ring, making sure it’s snugly around the base before moving up.

Tama whines softly at the loss of contact coupled with the strange sensation of the thing around his cock. He doesn’t have time to ponder it, however, before Kyouya tweaks and kisses his nipples back into little peaks. The soft moans escaping his mouth only serve to further Kyouya’s arousal as he gently closes the nipple clamps in his hands around the little buds. Tama’s surprised gasps at the small jolts of pain turn into shivers running down his spine as Kyouya captures his lips in a searing, possessive kiss, setting his body aflame with molten heat. He tugs lightly on the chain connecting the clamps, causing Tama to squirm at the dual sensations.

“Kyouya…” he whimpers softly, tugging his legs slightly against the ties keeping them spread, “I want to touch you… Please?”

He nuzzles his neck lightly, placing soft kisses down to his collar bone before replying, “I think I’ll leave you as you are… Though I can take off the blindfold now. I don’t have any other surprises for you and I would really like to see the look on your face.”

Violet eyes slide open, darkened with lust and arousal just as Kyouya imagined. The dominant teen finds himself unable to do anything but stare at the blonde tied to the couch with his arms behind his back, body completely flushed from head to toe. All of this is laid out before him like a feast just waiting to be devoured.

Tama glances down at his chest in confusion, “What are those…?”

“Nipple clamps. The thing down here…” he emphasizes with a slow stroke of Tamaki’s erection, “Is called a cock ring. It ensures you last for as long as I want you to.”

Kyouya decides to cut the rest of Tamaki’s questions short with another kiss while starting to strip himself quickly. His patience is wearing thin and he wants his little uke. Now. He yanks the vibrator out, making Tama whimper softly in protest before once again pulling out the lube.

“Tamaki… You have no idea how arousing looking at you is at this moment…” He gives the little chain another tug, giving Tama one of his little smirks before coating his member and nudging at Tama’s entrance.

As he slowly pushes in, Tama’s back arcs, trying to push himself closer. He lets out a frustrated groan as the ties prevent it, only to have Kyouya finally lose his composure and thrust in completely. Tama’s eyes widen as he tries to catch his breath before Kyouya picks up a quick pace, snapping his hips against Tama’s ass rapidly. Kyouya groans, marveling at Tamaki’s tightness even after their almost daily exploits beneath the sheets.

Loud moans and soft curses spill from Tama’s mouth as he squirms, nails digging into his own palm trying to find something to ground him. As Kyouya takes him closer and closer to release, he whimpers audibly when he realizes he’s stuck at the edge of his oblivion, unable to be cast down into the white-hot pleasure that is climax. Kyouya smirks and takes Tama in hand, slowly but firmly stroking him as his momentum picks up, thoroughly enjoying tormenting him.

Head thrown back in a silent cry, Tama looks up at his captor, “Kyouyaaa-Ah! The… The ring! Take it off!”

He nibbles along the shell of his ear before murmuring against it deeply, “What’s the proper way to ask, Tamaki?”

“P-please, dammit! Please!”

Kyouya slides his hand down Tama’s erection teasingly before flipping the release on the ring and sliding it off. He renews his efforts, knowing his lover is very close. Grinning, he deftly unties his legs and falls back against the couch, leaving Tamaki impaled and straddling him. Tama’s confused look suddenly changes to realization and he blushes deeply.

“Well… You know what you want. Go ahead. I’ve done enough of the work today.”

Tama squirms a little, but gets to the new position quickly and begins to use his legs to raise and lower himself, arcing his back and moaning loudly as the little knot of nerves in his ass is hit and sends fireworks of pleasure up his spine to burst behind his eyelids. Faster and faster until he’s bouncing wildly, the chain connecting his nipples tempting Kyouya far too much as he reaches for it and grabs it. It tugs harshly as Tama moves up, giving him a shot of pleasure-pain he could definitely get used to.

The dual sensations prove to be just what he needs as he tenses and crashes down into nirvana, spilling his seed across Kyouya’s stomach and his own. The sudden tightness squeezes the cool doctor-to-be firmly, almost enough to make him wince. He grabs Tama’s hips and thrusts up into him frantically a few more times before joining him in bliss, his essence filling his lover warmly.

As the two lay together panting, Kyouya gains enough sense to reach around to Tamaki’s back and undo the straps keeping his arms held tight. Wrapping his arms around him, he nuzzles the blonde hair and sighs contently, tracing little nonsensical patterns along the spine of his lithe little lover. Tama just lays there, soaking up the afterglow of what was undoubtedly the best sex he’s ever had, wincing a little as he becomes aware of the clamps pressed between him and Kyouya. He gingerly removes and inspects them curiously, never having seen such things.

“Where did you get things like this?” He asks, his voice filled with an almost child-like wonder. “And why?”

“I’ve had the for a while… Since before we started seeing each other, really. I was hoping to use them some day, but I wasn’t certain how to bring it up. It isn’t exactly a normal request, asking your lover if you can tie them up and torment them.”

“Mm… True… But I liked it,” Tama blushes lightly at the realization.

Kyouya chuckles and pets his hair, “I’ll keep that in mind… Thank you for indulging me.”

“Mmhmm… But next time, just ask. I was panicking for a little at first,” he scolds, yawning a little.

“Alright, I will. Now sleep,” Kyouya cleans them both off gently with highly convenient tissues nearby before settling himself in for a nap.

“OK…” Tama gives Kyouya a soft kiss. “Love you.”

Kyouya smiles and kisses back before placing a light kiss on his forehead, “I love you, too, Tamaki.”

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And that’s it! Umm… Rate and review, I guess. Feedback is always welcome as long as it’s constructive.

EDIT: Apparently AFF hates my indentations. I'm not sure why, so I went back and at least broke up the paragraphs.