[FIC] The Inmost Force.
Title: The Inmost Force.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club.
Warnings: Chemical castration as a kink.
Characters/couples: Tamaki/Kyouya.
Summary: NC17
Rating: It's frustrating, Tamaki realizes. Wanting this and his body not cooperating.
The Inmost Force.
It's frustrating. Tamaki still moans, though, when Kyouya presses a finger inside him, but it's because he knows that he should want it rather than because he wants it. He wants it, of course, but despite how long they kissed and despite the fact that he always gets hard sucking Kyouya's cock, his own cock remains soft.
He opens his legs some more, even when he feels Kyouya smiling against the back of his neck. He knows that if he says so, Kyouya will stop, but he wants to try this and he knows that the idea had excited Kyouya, had seen the way his breathing had changed for a moment before Kyouya caught himself.
Kyouya's finger curls within him, searching for his prostate. Tamaki bends his head forward, resists the urge to reach for his cock and stroke himself to try and help Kyouya. It had been one of the rules. If he got aroused, it was going to be because of Kyouya.
He's starting to think it's not going to work, because his mind and body seems disconected, but then Kyouya finds his prostrate and a spear of sensation - if subjugated from what it usually feels - runs through Tamaki, making him gasp
"Told you so," Kyouya murmurs against his neck again, and his finger keeps pressing there. Tamaki can feel his cock stirr, almost reluctantly, and he gasps again. It's weird, this, because he feels it and yet the lust, the wanting he'd usually be feeling by now is muted, just a light fog around his senses still of completely mind-numbing. Kyouya reaches underneath him to touch his cock, his touch firmer than usual, not teasing, almost bordering to the point of uncomfortable and yet--
"Kyouya..." he doesn't manage more; Kyouya slides in a second finger and, shortly afterwards, a third, and Tamaki shivers when those clever fingers find his prostate again. They're pressed right up against it, moving back and forth in small circles while Kyouya keeps stroking his cock, and his cock is pushing slowly against Kyouya's touch until Tamaki moans, feeling almost too sensitive to continue. Kyouya's breathing is harder now and Tamaki feels his cock pressed against his thigh, but it's not enough, he knows, not how he wants it yet.
Finally he nods, licking his lips
"Kyouya, now, please," Tamaki asks. His cock is hard and he feels his balls tight, as if ready to release, and that's even before Kyouya presses inside him and starts fucking him hard. Tamaki shifts his legs wider, moves his hand on top of Kyouya's to help him jerk himself off hard and fast, straining for the climax he can feel, the same frustrating and exhilarating knowledge that if not for the drug he'd be coming already making him pant and make a soft keening noise before one of Kyouya's thrusts as he comes pushes Tamaki there, his whole body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.
Despite that, there's no semen in Kyouya's fingers when he looks. Tamaki still feels dizzy, his body shivering, and he can't stop from laughing a little when Kyouya asks him, concerned, if he's alright.
"We need to try this again," Tamaki murmurs against Kyouya's lips, interupting him before he can even try to speak.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club.
Warnings: Chemical castration as a kink.
Characters/couples: Tamaki/Kyouya.
Summary: NC17
Rating: It's frustrating, Tamaki realizes. Wanting this and his body not cooperating.
The Inmost Force.
It's frustrating. Tamaki still moans, though, when Kyouya presses a finger inside him, but it's because he knows that he should want it rather than because he wants it. He wants it, of course, but despite how long they kissed and despite the fact that he always gets hard sucking Kyouya's cock, his own cock remains soft.
He opens his legs some more, even when he feels Kyouya smiling against the back of his neck. He knows that if he says so, Kyouya will stop, but he wants to try this and he knows that the idea had excited Kyouya, had seen the way his breathing had changed for a moment before Kyouya caught himself.
Kyouya's finger curls within him, searching for his prostate. Tamaki bends his head forward, resists the urge to reach for his cock and stroke himself to try and help Kyouya. It had been one of the rules. If he got aroused, it was going to be because of Kyouya.
He's starting to think it's not going to work, because his mind and body seems disconected, but then Kyouya finds his prostrate and a spear of sensation - if subjugated from what it usually feels - runs through Tamaki, making him gasp
"Told you so," Kyouya murmurs against his neck again, and his finger keeps pressing there. Tamaki can feel his cock stirr, almost reluctantly, and he gasps again. It's weird, this, because he feels it and yet the lust, the wanting he'd usually be feeling by now is muted, just a light fog around his senses still of completely mind-numbing. Kyouya reaches underneath him to touch his cock, his touch firmer than usual, not teasing, almost bordering to the point of uncomfortable and yet--
"Kyouya..." he doesn't manage more; Kyouya slides in a second finger and, shortly afterwards, a third, and Tamaki shivers when those clever fingers find his prostate again. They're pressed right up against it, moving back and forth in small circles while Kyouya keeps stroking his cock, and his cock is pushing slowly against Kyouya's touch until Tamaki moans, feeling almost too sensitive to continue. Kyouya's breathing is harder now and Tamaki feels his cock pressed against his thigh, but it's not enough, he knows, not how he wants it yet.
Finally he nods, licking his lips
"Kyouya, now, please," Tamaki asks. His cock is hard and he feels his balls tight, as if ready to release, and that's even before Kyouya presses inside him and starts fucking him hard. Tamaki shifts his legs wider, moves his hand on top of Kyouya's to help him jerk himself off hard and fast, straining for the climax he can feel, the same frustrating and exhilarating knowledge that if not for the drug he'd be coming already making him pant and make a soft keening noise before one of Kyouya's thrusts as he comes pushes Tamaki there, his whole body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.
Despite that, there's no semen in Kyouya's fingers when he looks. Tamaki still feels dizzy, his body shivering, and he can't stop from laughing a little when Kyouya asks him, concerned, if he's alright.
"We need to try this again," Tamaki murmurs against Kyouya's lips, interupting him before he can even try to speak.