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Character/Pairing Tamaki Suou/Kyouya Ootori
Rating NC-17 or Mature.
Warning This is explicit. This is vulgar. This is love.
Wordcount 3,335
Note This is compleeeetely out of context, but since I can no longer use it in context, I edited a few things in and out and posted it anyway! 8D
Though he was thrown by the suddenness with which everything began to occur, Tamaki allowed himself to be swept up rather than overwhelmed by it. Kyouya took him easily, their tongues joining long before their lips did, and dropped Tamaki onto the mattress without a hint of ceremony, their bare chests slapping together barbarically when they landed.
Tamaki could feel how flushed he was already, not having had time to come down from his surprise embarrassment of only moments earlier when he'd inadvertently discovered the voyeur in Kyouya. However, he couldn't think of it as much of an issue with Kyouya's infrequent and random light but desperate grunts as background music. Their mouths met and parted often, never for more than a few seconds, as Kyouya always seemed so eager to be tasting elsewhere. Tamaki simply let his fingers glide over whatever skin came their way, stifling any unpleasant sounds his vocal chords urged him to make. That didn't at all seem to be what Kyouya was hoping for, though.
"Tama-kun," he called softly, pausing in his movements to look up at him. "Are you quite sure?"
At first, Tamaki only nodded, realizing after the fact that such a response only made him seem more uncomfortable. In truth, he was quite uncomfortable: they were entering entirely uncharted territory, and while it had been Tamaki's plan all along, it seemed much better in theory than in practice. Especially in his own bedroom. On the pretense of a harmless sleepover brought on by the hour growing far later much faster than either boy had anticipated. Still, he stuttered out a response in the affirmative, wishing for Kyouya to ignore his more than obvious hesitance.
Kyouya couldn't, though, and promptly halted his actions, sitting back up on his knees yet still straddling Tamaki's legs. "I can't and won't do this if you aren't ready. I know that this was what you had in mind, but I don't want you to rush yourself into anything on my account. That isn't what this is supposed to be about."
"Kyouya, I wouldn't dream of this happening any other way." They both knew he was lying for the sake of argument, but neither refuted it. "Please, don't stop now. It isn't polite to tease." His mouth curled delicately at the corner and his eyelids fell halfway to form a look that Kyouya clearly hadn't expected. A beautiful crimson flush crept into his pale cheeks then, and Tamaki's smirk turned into one that was much more genuine. "Ah, perhaps you need some assistance?"
He felt empowered by the way he had managed to disarm Kyouya, if only a little. Tamaki sat up somewhat clumsily, using his elbows to push himself forward and slipping a little on the smoothness of his sheets. It forced him to give himself a bit more momentum, though, which proved useful in knocking Kyouya backward once they collided. Now it was Tamaki who had him pinned and he decided to use his adrenaline to his advantage. Hands bolder than any he had ever possessed crept down along Kyouya's side, slipping over ribs and dancing in a line that ended far below the waist of his borrowed pajama pants. The flush on Kyouya's face deepened, though Tamaki suspected it was not because of any embarrassment. That belonged solely to Tamaki, who found himself flustered all over again when his touch came upon a situation that needed very little assistance. "A-A little excited, hm?"
It was too late and his courage had left him yet again. Kyouya didn't seem ready to take over the attack, however, laying quite placid below Tamaki. "I could scarcely help myself watching you take command like that." It was evident that Tamaki would need a bit of help getting started again, and Kyouya was more than happy to at least oblige in that. His slender hand slipped down and over Tamaki's, his fingers guiding the other's to where they needed to be.
Tamaki was sure it was not exactly the proper time to be explaining to Kyouya that he had very little practical idea of what he was doing in a position like this. It wouldn't have helped to switch roles, either, as he didn't have any more experience in that respect. Still, it couldn't be all that difficult - perhaps a bit messy, but certainly not difficult - and he resigned himself to trust his intuition and any guiding hands that Kyouya was willing to provide. But first, he abruptly removed the hand that had just been placed. Kyouya made to protest despite himself and Tamaki shushed him gently. Then, using both hands, he swiftly removed both pajama and boxers at once.
But he didn't dare look down, and Kyouya noticed.
As Tamaki's fingers blindly fumbled around for their target in their best attempt at sensuality, Kyouya's crept in quietly. Tamaki didn't suspect a thing until he felt the cool, slightly ticklish touch of several slim objects slipping down the front of his pants. He was surprisingly quick to realize exactly what Kyouya had in mind. Teeth clamped down on a tongue that burned to cry out in protest despite the way every square inch of flesh on his body burned in desire. Now, with Kyouya carefully exposing him, he was very much assured that this was exactly what he wanted.
It did startle him a bit to find out just how cold Kyouya's hands were on the more sensitive areas of his body, but the only audible response Tamaki had was a soft gasp, and that only made Kyouya laugh and apologize. "Yours are a good deal warmer than mine are," he spoke, his voice deep, alluring, hypnotizing. "But we can remedy that." Tamaki nodded drunkenly, his fingers still only loosely gripping Kyouya's erection while Kyouya's hands were expertly at work on his. Before long, Tamaki didn't at all notice the temperature of anything but his own as it steadily rose while his heart pumped increasingly faster to match Kyouya's pace.
"Nn, Tama-kun..." When Kyouya spoke, he sounded much closer than before, and Tamaki realized his eyes had fallen completely shut. He opened them again to find Kyouya sitting up and a mere breath away from his face. It was then, too, that he noticed all motion between them had stopped.
"What's wrong, Kyouya?"
"At the risk of pushing you too far, I was wondering if you were anticipating taking tonight any further than this."
Kyouya's tone was so nonchalant that, for a moment, Tamaki forgot himself completely. It wasn't until Kyouya applied a very gentle, affectionate pressure around his shaft that he remembered, his bright blue eyes awakening and opening that much wider. "Ah! Actually..." Though he didn't want to, Tamaki pulled himself away from Kyouya, disentangling legs and arms, hands and fingers and all other parts so that he could stand up again. Kyouya watched him silently as he rifled through the drawers of his bureau, searching for somethings he had gone to great lengths to purchase. "Aha!" Victorious, he hurriedly opened the box. Pulling out a single package, he tucked it between his teeth before retrieving the second thing, then finally set his drawer straight again and pushed it shut.
When he turned to the bed, condom dangling from his mouth, Kyouya gave a warm laugh and smiled at Tamaki. "You've thought of nearly everything, haven't you?"
"Nearly?" Tamaki said, teeth gritted to hold the plastic in place as he made to climb back into bed.
"Well, it will certainly be much less uncomfortable if we have some form of lubrication."
"Ah, no, I did think of everything!" His voice and eyes were bright, and he lifted his hand to reveal that the second object was exactly that: a small bottle of lubricant. He clutched it firmly as he climbed back onto the mattress. Kyouya shook his head a little, leaning foward to give Tamaki a playful nip at his ear, and reached for the square plastic package. Tamaki obliged, letting Kyouya overtake him once more and remove the condom from his mouth. However, he remained almost oddly casual with his speech. "You didn't hear about this from those perverted twins, did you?"
"I hardly think you're in a position to be calling anyone a pervert, Tama-kun." He stopped arguing because Kyouya made a very excellent point. Instead, he watched his careful fingers as they utilized teeth to tear open the package and extract the thin, rolled latex within. "Now, there's only one hurdle left to jump."
Tamaki didn't understand at first, evidenced by the look on his face as Kyouya seemed to be admiring the condom he had held between his index and middle fingers. When the light bulb finally lit up, it sent him into a new wave of panic. "Kyouya, I...I..."
"Shh," Kyouya soothed, seemingly understanding everything, as always. Without another word, he chose their roles, keeping the condom in his own hand while encouraging Tamaki to open the bottle. "I'll need your help with that. I should think that's half the fun, anyway."
Kyouya seemed to know an awful lot about all of this, and it was all Tamaki could focus on for the few moments between the time Kyouya lowered his hands to the head of his erection to the time they began to meticulously unroll the condom over it. After that he felt his head swimming again with the gentle undulations of Kyouya's fingers along his shaft that seemed to be intentionally taking their time finishing what Tamaki imagined was a relatively simple task. He felt Kyouya's name slip out from between his lips, but hardly cared, though it certainly made Kyouya pause for a very noticeable moment before he pulled his hands away, condom in place.
"Now," Kyouya started again, his matter-of-fact tone in place but not affecting Tamaki negatively in the least. In fact, in comforted him considerably to be reassured that he was - sometimes quite literally - in such knowledgable hands. Kyouya took the small bottle from Tamaki, opening it for him and squeezing out an ample amount onto Tamaki's lax fingers. "It's your turn."
The gel was cool and much trickier than Tamaki had been anticipating. A bit of it had already dripped onto the bed covers by the time Tamaki roused himself enough to even begin thinking about where this was supposed to be applied. Kyouya's fingers closed around Tamaki's wrist and guided him yet again, though not to anywhere Tamaki was expecting. His arm was led between Kyouya's legs before being pulled up just a bit, fingers poised at a part of Kyouya to which Tamaki had never given a single thought. His eyes once again went very wide.
"Kyou-Kyouya! Are you sure?" Tamaki was sure he couldn't be alone in his uncertainty, but if Kyouya was nervous, he hid it well.
"I trust you with everything that I am, Tama-kun." His fingers were still around Tamaki's wrist, but he didn't move him along any further, seeming to want Tamaki to come into it on his own. There was a long, heavy period of deliberation and hesitation before Tamaki reluctantly pushed the both of his fingers up and into Kyouya, who winced slightly at the suddenness of it.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Tamaki immediately pulled his hand away, but Kyouya shook his head in protest.
"Don't apologize. It's fine, simply novel."
Tamaki was even more dubious now than before, but pressed on at Kyouya's bidding. Eventually, Kyouya stopped wincing and a couple of times asked Tamaki to keep going when Tamaki was quite certain, even with his level of expertise, that they should be beyond this stage by now. Finally, as Tamaki was again reaching for more lubricant, Kyouya stopped him with a small gesture of his hand. Tamaki let his arms fall on either side of him and looked up at Kyouya who hadn't once wavered from his position kneeling over him on the bed since he had returned to it. If they hadn't already gone through the preparations, Tamaki might have been much more nervous about the situation, but even then Kyouya looked quite small and very unlike himself. He remained a passive leader, though, and positioned himself over Tamaki very carefully, only pausing in the moment just before commencing.
"Kyouya, are you afraid?"
"Of course."
"Did you want to stop now?"
"Not at all."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Kyouya smiled gratefully at Tamaki, though the latter wondered if that was really the appropriate reaction for such a response. He didn't have much time to question it, though, for Kyouya wasted no more time in lowering himself over Tamaki.
Kyouya was naturally the first to cry out, as he was the one enduring the brunt of the exertion. Tamaki was quick to reach his hands up to hold and to steady him, keeping his touch gentle as if any further stress might cause Kyouya to split. There were many long, anxious stops as Kyouya did everything he could to keep himself moving and Tamaki felt guilty because he was experiencing no real discomfort at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. His hands flitted over Kyouya's thighs and his fingers ran curiously over short strips of Kyouya's erection, but nothing seemed to help more than just giving Kyouya the time and patience he needed. It took several agonizing minutes before Kyouya seemed to be feeling better and more at ease with his movements. Either way, Tamaki was glad things were looking up.
Though Kyouya made considerably more noise than Tamaki, it was simply because Tamaki was feeling so taken by the moment. True, he had made unconscious anatomical comparisons right at the beginning - and had come to be very glad that Kyouya had chosen the role that he did - all he could think of at the moment was the comfortable warmth in which he was engulfed. He had deliberately shut his eyes this time, but every so often he would open them again to observe the sight above him: Kyouya, eyes and jaw clenched, his glasses threatening to slide off his face with each rock of his hips, the hand that robotically pushed them back onto his face with each slip, and a very physical sign of Kyouya's adoration - or at the very least lust - for Tamaki wavering slightly with each movement he made.
Tamaki didn't think it odd that his mind wandered so much, though that may have been because he didn't see any real need for his concentration. He was content and all of the work was being taken care of, so it gave him plenty of time to relish the hot friction as well as the scenery. It didn't seem quite fair, though, for Kyouya to be doing all the work no matter how much he was enjoying it. So Tamaki reached a still very curious hand up and replaced it where Kyouya had had it earlier, before they had gotten anywhere near this point, and began to mimic the same motions Kyouya had used on him earlier. The sound this gesture ellicited from Kyouya's mouth shot a heat through Tamaki's veins that he never could have imagined.
Things truly began to get interesting for the pair of them after this, and Tamaki finally understood the dynamic of their performance. He kept his hips steady but welcoming, cushioning each of Kyouya's descents carefully and giving him a gentle boost with each ascent. He likewise kept his hand diligently working over the exceedingly warm skin of Kyouya's erection, taking further advantage of that lubricant, which ended up both helping and hindering Tamaki's movements. Then, lacking all fanfare and dignity, Kyouya came at a time that quite surprised Tamaki, the result landing mostly on Tamaki's hand, but leaving small, telling sprays on tiny patches of the bedspread as well as Tamaki's arm and stomach. Kyouya fell against Tamaki's hips, breathless, crimson and beautifully tousled, and sat there for a long moment before he carefully pulled himself off of Tamaki, who had yet to finish.
Kyouya paid little heed to that, however, falling onto the bed in a worn heap, still panting and trying to recompose himself. Tamaki found himself feeling rather rejected and that this time it actually did hurt his feelings quite a bit. "Mm, Kyouya..." He was almost afraid to disturb Kyouya, worried that there was some unspoken rule about afterglow and post-coital customs. Kyouya turned to him, though, his glasses finally forgotten and laying uselessly on the pillow in which his face had only just been buried.
"What's wrong, Tamaki?"
"I, er, that is to say..." Tamaki would have continued to stutter and stumble over his words if Kyouya hadn't promptly glanced down at his crotch and noticed the obvious. Even without his glasses on, it was clear he understood what he was seeing as the guilt cascaded down his face.
Despite his fatigue, Kyouya moved swiftly, sitting up and shifting himself downward to better reach his target. Tamaki watched him carefully, quite unsure of what he was about to do.
Firstly, fingers delicately plucked the edge of the condom up and peeled it away from Tamaki's skin, exposing bare flesh that felt unsually chilled now that it was no longer cloaked in Kyouya's comforting warmth. Tamaki expected a hand - maybe two - but when he received a mouth instead, he was mildly alarmed. If his tongue hadn't immediately gotten in the way of coherent speech, Tamaki would have stopped Kyouya, but lucky for him his tongue now knew better than he did and within a few moments it allowed a few choice sounds of both appreciation and surprise to be heard. It only fueled Kyouya's desire, it seemed, and Tamaki swore he could even feel the slight smile that formed on his lips as they tightly hugged his perimeter.
It wasn't long before Kyouya got what he and Tamaki both wanted, though Tamaki made sure to give Kyouya as much fair warning as he could muster - "Nn! Kyouya, now! Now!" - so that Kyouya wouldn't end up quite as surprised as he had been. The result was the same, though, most of the mess being scooped up in a ready palm while a not-quite-negligible percent of it still seemed to land upon sheets and blankets that would need to be washed in the morning.
Neither of the pair wanted to move, now, and Kyouya only shifted himself enough to lay back beside Tamaki, though they each still had a handful of each other. To remedy this, Tamaki simply reached to the side of the bed, feeling around until he found one of their discarded pairs of pants, and they used it as a towel. Tamaki would regret the decision in the morning, he figured, as it would surely be a dead giveaway of the night's adventures once the laundry was done, but he wouldn't worry about it for tonight. For now, all he wanted was to sleep beside this one, who hadn't even been able to stay awake long enough to set aside his glasses. They were dangerously close to his eyes, the temples sticking up at odd angles and threatening the slumbering Kyouya with blindness, so Tamaki gently reached over and folded them up before setting them on the table beside himself. He then barely managed to wriggle the two of them beneath the blankets, but made sure to curl up extra close before closing his own eyes and letting sleep overcome him as well.
Rating NC-17 or Mature.
Warning This is explicit. This is vulgar. This is love.
Wordcount 3,335
Note This is compleeeetely out of context, but since I can no longer use it in context, I edited a few things in and out and posted it anyway! 8D
Though he was thrown by the suddenness with which everything began to occur, Tamaki allowed himself to be swept up rather than overwhelmed by it. Kyouya took him easily, their tongues joining long before their lips did, and dropped Tamaki onto the mattress without a hint of ceremony, their bare chests slapping together barbarically when they landed.
Tamaki could feel how flushed he was already, not having had time to come down from his surprise embarrassment of only moments earlier when he'd inadvertently discovered the voyeur in Kyouya. However, he couldn't think of it as much of an issue with Kyouya's infrequent and random light but desperate grunts as background music. Their mouths met and parted often, never for more than a few seconds, as Kyouya always seemed so eager to be tasting elsewhere. Tamaki simply let his fingers glide over whatever skin came their way, stifling any unpleasant sounds his vocal chords urged him to make. That didn't at all seem to be what Kyouya was hoping for, though.
"Tama-kun," he called softly, pausing in his movements to look up at him. "Are you quite sure?"
At first, Tamaki only nodded, realizing after the fact that such a response only made him seem more uncomfortable. In truth, he was quite uncomfortable: they were entering entirely uncharted territory, and while it had been Tamaki's plan all along, it seemed much better in theory than in practice. Especially in his own bedroom. On the pretense of a harmless sleepover brought on by the hour growing far later much faster than either boy had anticipated. Still, he stuttered out a response in the affirmative, wishing for Kyouya to ignore his more than obvious hesitance.
Kyouya couldn't, though, and promptly halted his actions, sitting back up on his knees yet still straddling Tamaki's legs. "I can't and won't do this if you aren't ready. I know that this was what you had in mind, but I don't want you to rush yourself into anything on my account. That isn't what this is supposed to be about."
"Kyouya, I wouldn't dream of this happening any other way." They both knew he was lying for the sake of argument, but neither refuted it. "Please, don't stop now. It isn't polite to tease." His mouth curled delicately at the corner and his eyelids fell halfway to form a look that Kyouya clearly hadn't expected. A beautiful crimson flush crept into his pale cheeks then, and Tamaki's smirk turned into one that was much more genuine. "Ah, perhaps you need some assistance?"
He felt empowered by the way he had managed to disarm Kyouya, if only a little. Tamaki sat up somewhat clumsily, using his elbows to push himself forward and slipping a little on the smoothness of his sheets. It forced him to give himself a bit more momentum, though, which proved useful in knocking Kyouya backward once they collided. Now it was Tamaki who had him pinned and he decided to use his adrenaline to his advantage. Hands bolder than any he had ever possessed crept down along Kyouya's side, slipping over ribs and dancing in a line that ended far below the waist of his borrowed pajama pants. The flush on Kyouya's face deepened, though Tamaki suspected it was not because of any embarrassment. That belonged solely to Tamaki, who found himself flustered all over again when his touch came upon a situation that needed very little assistance. "A-A little excited, hm?"
It was too late and his courage had left him yet again. Kyouya didn't seem ready to take over the attack, however, laying quite placid below Tamaki. "I could scarcely help myself watching you take command like that." It was evident that Tamaki would need a bit of help getting started again, and Kyouya was more than happy to at least oblige in that. His slender hand slipped down and over Tamaki's, his fingers guiding the other's to where they needed to be.
Tamaki was sure it was not exactly the proper time to be explaining to Kyouya that he had very little practical idea of what he was doing in a position like this. It wouldn't have helped to switch roles, either, as he didn't have any more experience in that respect. Still, it couldn't be all that difficult - perhaps a bit messy, but certainly not difficult - and he resigned himself to trust his intuition and any guiding hands that Kyouya was willing to provide. But first, he abruptly removed the hand that had just been placed. Kyouya made to protest despite himself and Tamaki shushed him gently. Then, using both hands, he swiftly removed both pajama and boxers at once.
But he didn't dare look down, and Kyouya noticed.
As Tamaki's fingers blindly fumbled around for their target in their best attempt at sensuality, Kyouya's crept in quietly. Tamaki didn't suspect a thing until he felt the cool, slightly ticklish touch of several slim objects slipping down the front of his pants. He was surprisingly quick to realize exactly what Kyouya had in mind. Teeth clamped down on a tongue that burned to cry out in protest despite the way every square inch of flesh on his body burned in desire. Now, with Kyouya carefully exposing him, he was very much assured that this was exactly what he wanted.
It did startle him a bit to find out just how cold Kyouya's hands were on the more sensitive areas of his body, but the only audible response Tamaki had was a soft gasp, and that only made Kyouya laugh and apologize. "Yours are a good deal warmer than mine are," he spoke, his voice deep, alluring, hypnotizing. "But we can remedy that." Tamaki nodded drunkenly, his fingers still only loosely gripping Kyouya's erection while Kyouya's hands were expertly at work on his. Before long, Tamaki didn't at all notice the temperature of anything but his own as it steadily rose while his heart pumped increasingly faster to match Kyouya's pace.
"Nn, Tama-kun..." When Kyouya spoke, he sounded much closer than before, and Tamaki realized his eyes had fallen completely shut. He opened them again to find Kyouya sitting up and a mere breath away from his face. It was then, too, that he noticed all motion between them had stopped.
"What's wrong, Kyouya?"
"At the risk of pushing you too far, I was wondering if you were anticipating taking tonight any further than this."
Kyouya's tone was so nonchalant that, for a moment, Tamaki forgot himself completely. It wasn't until Kyouya applied a very gentle, affectionate pressure around his shaft that he remembered, his bright blue eyes awakening and opening that much wider. "Ah! Actually..." Though he didn't want to, Tamaki pulled himself away from Kyouya, disentangling legs and arms, hands and fingers and all other parts so that he could stand up again. Kyouya watched him silently as he rifled through the drawers of his bureau, searching for somethings he had gone to great lengths to purchase. "Aha!" Victorious, he hurriedly opened the box. Pulling out a single package, he tucked it between his teeth before retrieving the second thing, then finally set his drawer straight again and pushed it shut.
When he turned to the bed, condom dangling from his mouth, Kyouya gave a warm laugh and smiled at Tamaki. "You've thought of nearly everything, haven't you?"
"Nearly?" Tamaki said, teeth gritted to hold the plastic in place as he made to climb back into bed.
"Well, it will certainly be much less uncomfortable if we have some form of lubrication."
"Ah, no, I did think of everything!" His voice and eyes were bright, and he lifted his hand to reveal that the second object was exactly that: a small bottle of lubricant. He clutched it firmly as he climbed back onto the mattress. Kyouya shook his head a little, leaning foward to give Tamaki a playful nip at his ear, and reached for the square plastic package. Tamaki obliged, letting Kyouya overtake him once more and remove the condom from his mouth. However, he remained almost oddly casual with his speech. "You didn't hear about this from those perverted twins, did you?"
"I hardly think you're in a position to be calling anyone a pervert, Tama-kun." He stopped arguing because Kyouya made a very excellent point. Instead, he watched his careful fingers as they utilized teeth to tear open the package and extract the thin, rolled latex within. "Now, there's only one hurdle left to jump."
Tamaki didn't understand at first, evidenced by the look on his face as Kyouya seemed to be admiring the condom he had held between his index and middle fingers. When the light bulb finally lit up, it sent him into a new wave of panic. "Kyouya, I...I..."
"Shh," Kyouya soothed, seemingly understanding everything, as always. Without another word, he chose their roles, keeping the condom in his own hand while encouraging Tamaki to open the bottle. "I'll need your help with that. I should think that's half the fun, anyway."
Kyouya seemed to know an awful lot about all of this, and it was all Tamaki could focus on for the few moments between the time Kyouya lowered his hands to the head of his erection to the time they began to meticulously unroll the condom over it. After that he felt his head swimming again with the gentle undulations of Kyouya's fingers along his shaft that seemed to be intentionally taking their time finishing what Tamaki imagined was a relatively simple task. He felt Kyouya's name slip out from between his lips, but hardly cared, though it certainly made Kyouya pause for a very noticeable moment before he pulled his hands away, condom in place.
"Now," Kyouya started again, his matter-of-fact tone in place but not affecting Tamaki negatively in the least. In fact, in comforted him considerably to be reassured that he was - sometimes quite literally - in such knowledgable hands. Kyouya took the small bottle from Tamaki, opening it for him and squeezing out an ample amount onto Tamaki's lax fingers. "It's your turn."
The gel was cool and much trickier than Tamaki had been anticipating. A bit of it had already dripped onto the bed covers by the time Tamaki roused himself enough to even begin thinking about where this was supposed to be applied. Kyouya's fingers closed around Tamaki's wrist and guided him yet again, though not to anywhere Tamaki was expecting. His arm was led between Kyouya's legs before being pulled up just a bit, fingers poised at a part of Kyouya to which Tamaki had never given a single thought. His eyes once again went very wide.
"Kyou-Kyouya! Are you sure?" Tamaki was sure he couldn't be alone in his uncertainty, but if Kyouya was nervous, he hid it well.
"I trust you with everything that I am, Tama-kun." His fingers were still around Tamaki's wrist, but he didn't move him along any further, seeming to want Tamaki to come into it on his own. There was a long, heavy period of deliberation and hesitation before Tamaki reluctantly pushed the both of his fingers up and into Kyouya, who winced slightly at the suddenness of it.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Tamaki immediately pulled his hand away, but Kyouya shook his head in protest.
"Don't apologize. It's fine, simply novel."
Tamaki was even more dubious now than before, but pressed on at Kyouya's bidding. Eventually, Kyouya stopped wincing and a couple of times asked Tamaki to keep going when Tamaki was quite certain, even with his level of expertise, that they should be beyond this stage by now. Finally, as Tamaki was again reaching for more lubricant, Kyouya stopped him with a small gesture of his hand. Tamaki let his arms fall on either side of him and looked up at Kyouya who hadn't once wavered from his position kneeling over him on the bed since he had returned to it. If they hadn't already gone through the preparations, Tamaki might have been much more nervous about the situation, but even then Kyouya looked quite small and very unlike himself. He remained a passive leader, though, and positioned himself over Tamaki very carefully, only pausing in the moment just before commencing.
"Kyouya, are you afraid?"
"Of course."
"Did you want to stop now?"
"Not at all."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Kyouya smiled gratefully at Tamaki, though the latter wondered if that was really the appropriate reaction for such a response. He didn't have much time to question it, though, for Kyouya wasted no more time in lowering himself over Tamaki.
Kyouya was naturally the first to cry out, as he was the one enduring the brunt of the exertion. Tamaki was quick to reach his hands up to hold and to steady him, keeping his touch gentle as if any further stress might cause Kyouya to split. There were many long, anxious stops as Kyouya did everything he could to keep himself moving and Tamaki felt guilty because he was experiencing no real discomfort at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. His hands flitted over Kyouya's thighs and his fingers ran curiously over short strips of Kyouya's erection, but nothing seemed to help more than just giving Kyouya the time and patience he needed. It took several agonizing minutes before Kyouya seemed to be feeling better and more at ease with his movements. Either way, Tamaki was glad things were looking up.
Though Kyouya made considerably more noise than Tamaki, it was simply because Tamaki was feeling so taken by the moment. True, he had made unconscious anatomical comparisons right at the beginning - and had come to be very glad that Kyouya had chosen the role that he did - all he could think of at the moment was the comfortable warmth in which he was engulfed. He had deliberately shut his eyes this time, but every so often he would open them again to observe the sight above him: Kyouya, eyes and jaw clenched, his glasses threatening to slide off his face with each rock of his hips, the hand that robotically pushed them back onto his face with each slip, and a very physical sign of Kyouya's adoration - or at the very least lust - for Tamaki wavering slightly with each movement he made.
Tamaki didn't think it odd that his mind wandered so much, though that may have been because he didn't see any real need for his concentration. He was content and all of the work was being taken care of, so it gave him plenty of time to relish the hot friction as well as the scenery. It didn't seem quite fair, though, for Kyouya to be doing all the work no matter how much he was enjoying it. So Tamaki reached a still very curious hand up and replaced it where Kyouya had had it earlier, before they had gotten anywhere near this point, and began to mimic the same motions Kyouya had used on him earlier. The sound this gesture ellicited from Kyouya's mouth shot a heat through Tamaki's veins that he never could have imagined.
Things truly began to get interesting for the pair of them after this, and Tamaki finally understood the dynamic of their performance. He kept his hips steady but welcoming, cushioning each of Kyouya's descents carefully and giving him a gentle boost with each ascent. He likewise kept his hand diligently working over the exceedingly warm skin of Kyouya's erection, taking further advantage of that lubricant, which ended up both helping and hindering Tamaki's movements. Then, lacking all fanfare and dignity, Kyouya came at a time that quite surprised Tamaki, the result landing mostly on Tamaki's hand, but leaving small, telling sprays on tiny patches of the bedspread as well as Tamaki's arm and stomach. Kyouya fell against Tamaki's hips, breathless, crimson and beautifully tousled, and sat there for a long moment before he carefully pulled himself off of Tamaki, who had yet to finish.
Kyouya paid little heed to that, however, falling onto the bed in a worn heap, still panting and trying to recompose himself. Tamaki found himself feeling rather rejected and that this time it actually did hurt his feelings quite a bit. "Mm, Kyouya..." He was almost afraid to disturb Kyouya, worried that there was some unspoken rule about afterglow and post-coital customs. Kyouya turned to him, though, his glasses finally forgotten and laying uselessly on the pillow in which his face had only just been buried.
"What's wrong, Tamaki?"
"I, er, that is to say..." Tamaki would have continued to stutter and stumble over his words if Kyouya hadn't promptly glanced down at his crotch and noticed the obvious. Even without his glasses on, it was clear he understood what he was seeing as the guilt cascaded down his face.
Despite his fatigue, Kyouya moved swiftly, sitting up and shifting himself downward to better reach his target. Tamaki watched him carefully, quite unsure of what he was about to do.
Firstly, fingers delicately plucked the edge of the condom up and peeled it away from Tamaki's skin, exposing bare flesh that felt unsually chilled now that it was no longer cloaked in Kyouya's comforting warmth. Tamaki expected a hand - maybe two - but when he received a mouth instead, he was mildly alarmed. If his tongue hadn't immediately gotten in the way of coherent speech, Tamaki would have stopped Kyouya, but lucky for him his tongue now knew better than he did and within a few moments it allowed a few choice sounds of both appreciation and surprise to be heard. It only fueled Kyouya's desire, it seemed, and Tamaki swore he could even feel the slight smile that formed on his lips as they tightly hugged his perimeter.
It wasn't long before Kyouya got what he and Tamaki both wanted, though Tamaki made sure to give Kyouya as much fair warning as he could muster - "Nn! Kyouya, now! Now!" - so that Kyouya wouldn't end up quite as surprised as he had been. The result was the same, though, most of the mess being scooped up in a ready palm while a not-quite-negligible percent of it still seemed to land upon sheets and blankets that would need to be washed in the morning.
Neither of the pair wanted to move, now, and Kyouya only shifted himself enough to lay back beside Tamaki, though they each still had a handful of each other. To remedy this, Tamaki simply reached to the side of the bed, feeling around until he found one of their discarded pairs of pants, and they used it as a towel. Tamaki would regret the decision in the morning, he figured, as it would surely be a dead giveaway of the night's adventures once the laundry was done, but he wouldn't worry about it for tonight. For now, all he wanted was to sleep beside this one, who hadn't even been able to stay awake long enough to set aside his glasses. They were dangerously close to his eyes, the temples sticking up at odd angles and threatening the slumbering Kyouya with blindness, so Tamaki gently reached over and folded them up before setting them on the table beside himself. He then barely managed to wriggle the two of them beneath the blankets, but made sure to curl up extra close before closing his own eyes and letting sleep overcome him as well.