Midnight Wanderings

Title: Midnight Wanderings
Pairing: Honey/Mori
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mori takes a stroll in the middle of the night, finding something he never knew he was looking for.
Warnings: First-time, Oral, Anal, a bit of fluff
Author’s Note: This story has no specific timeline, but as it mentions recent Host Club activity, I generally assume they’re both in the 16-18 year range. If sex between two teenage boys bothers you, you really shouldn't waste your time on this.

Huh, it looks like this will likely be the first Ouran fic I post online. I have a Kyoya/Mori fic that’s been sitting at six pages since April, and I just can’t bring myself to finish it (actually, I still haven’t decided whether it should be a one-shot or a multi-chapter fic, and that’s half the problem). So huzzah for my first Ouran fanfiction! There should be more forthcoming… eventually.

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It was late. Mori wasn’t certain how late, as he hadn’t bothered to check his clock before leaving his room, but almost certainly closer to dawn than dusk. All other occupants of the house were surely asleep, as he had been until he awoke after a strange dream. He’d used the restroom and gone to the kitchen for a glass of water; now he was returning to his room, debating whether it was worthwhile to try to get back to sleep or whether he should simply begin his morning routine early. He supposed that would depend on the time.

Almost back to his room, he heard a noise. He stopped and listened. Was someone awake? The noise came again, and since he was paying attention this time he could ascertain that it had come from Honey’s room. They had been out late with the Host Club, and Honey had asked to stay at Mori’s house rather than go on home. Perhaps his diminutive cousin was having a nightmare. That happened quite often when he slept anywhere other than his own bed, and it usually led to him waking Mori in the middle of the night and asking if he could sleep with him instead.

If it was a nightmare, Mori decided it would be best to wake Honey from it now, rather than return to his room and wait until the boy came to him. He moved to the door, turning the knob and pushing it open slightly. Honey was never pleasant when first awakened, but he was much more agreeable when awakened slowly rather than abruptly. The tall boy moved inside and shut the door silently.

Honey always looked so angelic while sleeping, the picture of childlike innocence. Mori thought back to the dream he’d had earlier in the night. It hadn’t seemed so strange at first: a normal day at the Host Club, entertaining guests, sharing cake with Honey… But at some point, Honey had gotten frosting smeared all over himself. The girls and other hosts in the dream faded away, and Mori found himself stripping his cousin. With each layer of clothing he removed, more frosting appeared. “You have to lick it up,” dream-Honey had said. Dream-Mori hadn’t questioned him, had merely knelt and began licking the frosting from the blonde’s bare chest. As he worked his way lower, he found that the frosting had gotten onto the shorter boy’s pants as well, and he began wrestling with the button fly. The dream had ended there, shattering as Honey had moaned his name. Strange, he’d thought, that he would dream about licking frosting from his cousin.

As he stood there, caught in his reverie, the blonde turned over in the bed, muttering and pushing away the thin blanket covering him. He moaned quietly, and the sound was so similar to what Mori had heard in his dream, he was certain he’d imagined it. That certainty fled, however, when moments later Honey moaned again louder, followed by, “Mmm… Takashi…”

Mori held his breath, afraid that even the sound of breathing might wake the other boy. Why had he even come here? He’s probably dreaming about cake, he assured himself. The thought of cake, however, brought back scenes from his dream in vivid color. As Honey lay there so innocently, Mori’s eyes were drawn to a strip of skin visible at his waist. He remembered how good dream-Honey had tasted underneath that frosting, and he suddenly found himself wondering if Honey would taste as good in reality. He licked his lips unconsciously.

The blonde sighed in his sleep. “Takashi, please… Take me.”

Mori’s mind was a whirlwind of possibilities. He can’t be talking about… No, he probably wants me to take him somewhere for dessert. Something rich and decadent and sweet… His logical mind fled after this thought, the dream taking over his senses again. I have to get out of here. I shouldn’t even be here. Mori groped behind him, searching for the doorknob while still unable to tear his eyes from the sleeping blonde just across the room.

His fingers brushed the cool metal of the doorknob, but before he could turn it and escape, Honey whispered something else. His curiosity got the best of him, and Mori slowly approached the sleeping blonde, listening intently. “Yes… Takashi… nnng… wanted you for so long…” The taller boy’s eyes flew wide. He’d been denying it, thinking of other possible meanings for everything he’d heard so far, but this… what other explanation could there be?

Honey let out a shuddering sigh, followed by a breathy moan. “Yes…” He shifted around, and Mori could see a rather prominent erection blossoming beneath the small boy’s pajama bottoms. His hands ached with an inexplicable need to touch the other boy. Honey’s hips shifted again, and he moaned loudly. Suddenly the blonde’s eyes snapped open with a gasp, focusing immediately on the tall boy standing over his bed. He was panting heavily and slightly confused as his dream fell to shreds and drifted away from his now conscious mind. He could feel the throbbing ache in his groin, and he could clearly see that the tall boy was suffering similarly. “Takashi?”

“I heard a noise, thought you were having a nightmare.” When Honey didn’t respond, Mori turned to leave, as he should have done the moment he realized his cousin’s dream was very much not the unpleasant one he‘d expected. Before he could take a step, a small hand closed around his wrist. He looked down at the hand, letting his eyes trail slowly along the finely muscled arm, across the deceptively narrow shoulders, up the delicate neck, across facial features that still held the roundness of youth despite the boy’s age, to finally meet golden-brown eyes. Those eyes were pleading with him, begging him to stay, showing a desire he’d never seen before. “Mitsukuni…”

“Please, Takashi. Stay with me tonight.”

He closed his eyes. He couldn’t say no while looking the other boy in the eye. It wasn’t in his nature to deny this boy anything, and he found himself struggling with the fact that for once what he desperately wanted to do was exactly what he was being asked to do but was still so very wrong.

The hand on his wrist tugged a bit, and before he had time to process the fact that Honey was moving, he felt soft lips press against his own. A thrill raced along his spine, sending sparks to every nerve ending in his body. He reached up, clutching the other boy to him, pulling him to the very edge of the bed. Small hands slid into his hair, fisting it tightly, while the blonde tilted his head to the side, opening his mouth and darting out his tongue. Mori groaned and opened his mouth, meeting the questing tongue with his own.

Honey practically purred as they battled for dominance in the kiss. Without warning, he suddenly pulled backwards, jerking Mori along with him. The tall boy fell onto the bed, his momentum sending him rolling over Honey and onto his back on the opposite edge of the bed. Honey quickly climbed over him, returning to the kiss as he worked on the buttons of Mori’s shirt. He slid his lips from Mori’s mouth to his jaw, adding playful nips into the row of kisses he pressed up to the taller boy’s ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered huskily, running his tongue along the shell of the taller boy’s ear. “Wanted you.” He nibbled his way down Mori’s neck, working at the last few buttons of his shirt.

Moving down slightly, he felt the taller boy’s erection pressing against his ass. “I dream about you every night, Takashi.” He finished unbuttoning the shirt and pushed it aside, staring down hungrily at the flesh bared before him. “Dream about you touching me, letting me touch you, sucking me… fucking me…” He took one nipple into his mouth, alternately biting and sucking it, as his hand trailed to the side to work its twin. “God… you don’t know what it’s been like for me. Everyone treats me like a child, expects me to be so innocent. But I get these cravings, and it’s so hard not to touch you.” He moved so that his mouth was now focused on the other nipple, his fingers working the one he’d just abandoned.

Finished with his nipples, Honey moved lower, licking through the furrows of Mori’s abs. He rolled his hips, moaning at the friction of their clothed cocks rubbing together. He looked up at the brunet, a hint of worry crossing his features. “If you ask me to stop, I will. I just… couldn’t hold back any longer.” He bit his lip, looking away, trying to ignore the arousal coursing through his body. “It’s torture, spending so much time with you every day, but never getting to be with you the way I want.”

A large hand lifted, running through blond locks and pulling the small boy up into another kiss. Mori didn’t know what to say; he’d had no idea that Honey was harboring these feelings for him. He was still shocked by the strength of his own body’s reactions. He once again thought back to the dream he’d had. Perhaps some part of him had noticed, and his subconscious had been trying to tell him all along.

But Mori knew that actions spoke louder than words. He would make it up to Honey.

Mori pushed Honey gently onto his back, trailing kisses along the smaller boy’s jaw and neck while unbuttoning his pajama top. Each bit of newly exposed skin was kissed and licked, making Honey moan wantonly and grasp at Mori’s hair. “Please, Takashi… I’ve waited so long for this. Don’t tease me.”

Mori rolled his eyes upward, locking gazes with Honey as he continued mapping the smaller boy’s chest and stomach with his mouth. As soon as the last button was released, Honey sat up, flinging his shirt across the room and pulling Mori into another hungry kiss. Mori lost himself in the taste and sensation of kissing the blonde, and was only vaguely aware of Honey shifting around. When Mori’s hand trailed down the other boy’s torso, he found that Honey had removed his pants. He pulled back from the kiss and raised an eyebrow. “Impatient?”

“Yes!” Mori chuckled and let his hand continue its downward trek, trying not to think about the implications. He’d never touched another boy like this before, but he doubted it would be much different from touching himself. He glanced down to see how much further he had to go, and stopped in surprise. Honey was larger than he’d expected – well, than he would have expected if he’d ever taken the time to really think about it. His own was long and slender, much like himself, and so he’d expected Honey’s to be smaller. Instead the boy was long – about the same length as Mori – and quite thick.

Mori took a deep breath and wrapped his fingers around it experimentally. Honey sighed in pleasure, letting his head fall back onto the pillows. Mori ran his hand up the length of it, encouraged by Honey’s breathy moans. It really wasn’t that much different than touching himself, only in reverse. “Mmm… harder, Takashi.” Mori squeezed his fingers tighter, stroking firmly up the length and twisting a bit near the head. Honey rewarded his efforts with a gasp and loud moan. “Fuck yes! Just like that.”

Mori continued stroking like this for a while, entranced by the sounds the smaller boy was making. Something caught the light in his peripheral vision, and he had to force himself to look away from the blonde’s rapturous expression. Looking down he found a bead of pre-come pooling at the tip. He glanced nervously at Honey, and then leaned down, licking it up and savoring the taste. Honey moaned a bit louder at this, and Mori took it as an invitation, swiping his tongue across the head again and then from root to tip. Honey’s fingers wrapped tightly in his hair, urging him on. He wrapped his lips around the head, suckling gently as he continued to stroke the shaft.

Honey tightened his fist in Mori’s hair, holding his head in place as he arched his back and thrust his hips upward. Mori almost choked on the sudden intrusion, but got his gag reflex under control and swallowed around the length suddenly buried in his throat. With Honey holding him in place, he couldn’t back off, so instead he focused on swirling his tongue around the pulsing vein on the underside of the shaft. Honey’s grip on his hair relaxed and he eased off, taking a deep breath before sinking back down over it. His saliva was running from the corners of his mouth, down Honey’s shaft, and mixing in with blond pubic hair. Mori wondered idly if it tickled, or whether it could even be felt over the pleasure the blonde was apparently experiencing.

Without warning, Honey fisted his hair and firmly pulled him up. “You have to stop or I’m going to come.” Mori wondered why that would be bad, but allowed himself to be pulled into another kiss. Honey seemed to enjoy the taste of himself on Mori’s lips. “Wait here,” Honey whispered upon breaking the kiss. Mori watched in confusion as the blonde crawled across the bed and opened the drawer to his bedside table. He rummaged around in it for a while before returning and handing a small bottle to the taller boy.

Mori stared down at the bottle for several moments, his eyes catching the words ‘personal lubricant’. He looked up at Honey, his expression speaking volumes. Honey looked slightly abashed, picking idly at a nearby pillow and looking away. “I know it’s weird that I keep that stuff here, but I couldn’t help it. Knowing you’re sleeping just in the next room… it’s just too much. I have another bottle at home, but that… I’ve been keeping some here for almost a year.”

“Do you…?” Mori wasn’t sure how to ask his question – wasn’t even entirely what his question was – but Honey blushed and answered anyway.

“Originally I just used it when I was jerking off. It feels so different then. But… well, I had to try… you know. I’d lie here and think about you, imagining you over in the next room jerking off thinking of me. It would start out normal, but then I’d move my fingers lower, pretend it was you doing it to me…” He trailed off, his face beet red, his eyes locked on a point on the far wall. Mori found it incredibly endearing that, after the things they’d already done and some of the filthy things Honey had said, he still managed to flush with embarrassment. Though, he supposed lust contributed to that blush as well.

Mori moved close, touching Honey’s shoulder. When the blonde turned to look at him, he handed over the bottle and said, “Show me.”

Honey actually managed to flush an even deeper shade of red at this request. He bit his lip, looking up through pale lashes at Mori kneeling over him. Mori didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone so beautiful in his entire life. He leaned in, kissing Honey gently. When he pulled away, Honey smiled up at him. He turned, piling up a mound of pillows and then leaning back against them. He spread his legs, bringing them up for leverage, thereby displaying himself to the taller boy. Honey poured a bit of lube on his fingers and closed his eyes, imagining it was a normal night and he was alone.

He started by trailing his dry hand along his chest, taking a moment to tweak his nipples and gasping a bit at the sensation. He then moved his lubed hand down, stroking his length for a few moments, squeezing tightly and enjoying the constriction that was just this side of pain. He dropped his hand even lower, bypassing his balls to press against that spot just behind them that always felt so amazing. Then he was swirling his fingers around his opening, spreading the lube a bit before dipping the tip of a single finger inside.

It always felt so good when he did this, and he found he was suddenly very eager to stretch himself quickly so they could move on to the ‘main event’. He pushed another finger inside, relishing the minor burn the stretching caused. He arched his back, dropping his head back onto the pillows and pushing up with his feet, fucking himself with his fingers. Mori looked on, entranced by the erotic sight.

Honey let himself get caught up in his actions, tossing his head from side to side as he worked in another finger. “Nnngg… Takashi…” He could already feel his orgasm building, so he reluctantly withdrew his fingers. “Please, Takashi,” he gasped, reaching out to the taller boy. “I need you.”

Mori couldn’t argue. He was sure he could come just from watching the blonde play with himself, but he wouldn’t ignore such a desperate plea. He moved forward, kneeling next to the shorter boy, who took it upon himself to pour more lube on his hand and rub it along Mori’s length. The brunet groaned at the feeling, wondering how he’d ever last long enough for Honey to enjoy what was about to happen.

Mori leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Honey’s temple, one to the tip of his nose, and finally a chaste kiss to his lips. Honey opened his mouth, expecting the kiss to deepen, but Mori pulled away. “You’re sure?”

With a frustrated growl, Honey lunged from the bed, wrapping his arms and legs around the taller boy and kissing him soundly. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life,” he gasped as soon as the kiss was broken. Mori laid the blonde on the bed, making sure he was comfortable, and then positioned himself. With another glance at Honey’s face, he began to push forward. The blonde gasped, his hands groping blindly for something to grab onto and finally fisting tightly in the sheets.

Mori couldn’t believe how amazing it felt, how warm and tight and perfect. He kept his movements as slow as possible, but, Kami, this was the most spectacular feeling in the world! And the way Honey’s body was drawing him in, like he belonged there… How could anything feel this good? It was Heaven, it was Nirvana, it was…

Mori looked up at Honey’s face, only to find the smaller boy’s eyes squeezed tightly shut, a tear trailing slowly down his cheek, and his teeth ground tightly together in pain. Mori stopped, panic racing through his veins like ice, and began to move back. Honey tightened the legs that were still around the brunet, releasing the sheets to grasp at the taller boy’s shoulders. “Don’t you dare pull out!” he growled.

“I’m hurting you.” He was vaguely horrified that he’d let himself get so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn’t even notice he was causing pain.

“I’m fine. It just… burns a little. It’ll stop in a second, just… don’t move, okay?” Mori stared down at him uncertainly. Honey’s face relaxed the tiniest bit. “Trust me?” After a moment’s consideration, Mori nodded, leaning down and pressing their foreheads together. Honey did seem to be relaxing more with each breath; maybe he was right.

Mori was very glad he had so much willpower. It was far too tempting to simply begin pounding into the delicious body beneath him. Finally Honey began to move a bit, leaning up and pressing their lips together. Mori took this as an invitation, moving his hips minutely at first, afraid of causing more pain. When Honey seemed to enjoy it, his movements became a bit longer, firmer, but still quite slow. The pace was maddening, but Mori was afraid moving any faster would cause an abrupt and embarrassing end to things.

Honey whined at the teasing pace, pressing his feet against Mori’s hips and using that as leverage to meet each thrust. Mori, who had stopped halfway at first when he noticed the blonde in pain, suddenly felt his length sliding deeper. He shifted his hips, trying to avoid going as deep as he could – surely that would be too much – but only managed to change the angle. Honey let out a throaty moan as a spot deep within him was brushed, sending tingles throughout his body. “God, Takashi… More!”

The brunet was so caught up in his own wave of new sensations that he was barely aware of Honey’s demand. Instead, his body set the pace for him, thrusting harder and faster but keeping that same angle. Honey dug his fingernails into Mori’s back; he’d never felt anything so intense in his life. He could already feel the heat pooling in his groin, rising in a crescendo with each brush against that spot.

“Nnng… I can’t… so good… love you, Takashi!”

Mori looked into Honey’s eyes. The blonde’s cheeks were flushed, his lips plump and redder than usual from kissing, a light sheen of sweat covering him, his eyes bright and shining with joy. Mori brought a hand to the smaller boy’s cheek. “Mitsukuni,” he whispered huskily. “So beautiful.” Honey’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as Mori took his lips in another kiss. Honey’s entire body shook with the intensity of his orgasm, his held breath coming out in an impassioned cry against the taller boy’s mouth.

Mori couldn’t take it anymore. As the hot passage around him tightened with the blonde’s orgasm, he felt his own rushing forward. He deepened the kiss, savoring the vibrations as Honey practically screamed through his climax. Just as Honey’s body began to settle, Mori tensed, groaning deeply as he released into the smaller boy. He held himself in place as he rode out the waves of pleasure, then withdrew, collapsing next to the blonde. They lay there panting for several moments. With a contented sigh, Honey pulled up the edge of a sheet and wiped the come from his stomach, then curled into Mori, resting his head on the taller boy’s chest.

“Mmm…” Honey murmured sleepily. “That was so much better than my dream.”

Mori carded his fingers through the blond locks, contemplating this newest development. Would things change now? Would they still be able to entertain the guests at the Host Club without jealousy becoming an issue? His guests were easy enough to please, but Honey’s guests expected quite a lot from him. No, Honey had more than enough love to go around. Mori smiled down at the boy who was already sleeping. If anything changed, it was for the better.

He pulled the blanket over them both and pressed a kiss to the top of Honey’s head, then settled back into the pillows, whispering a quiet, “I love you,” before letting himself drift off to sleep as well.