HIKARU X KAORU BATTORU FOR P0RN meme

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The modly powers that be were wandering through Livejournal and happened upon our profile page--and noticed that we now have over 1000 members! (1002, to be exact.) I promised that we'd do something fun and exciting and porny in celebration ('cause p0rn makes the world go 'round), so here we go, something that will hopefully get the comm involved

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There was a pale purple mark high on Kaoru's throat, just covered by the collar of his starched white shirt, and it was that mark Hikaru had locked on, eyes narrowed. Kaoru's back was bent over Hikaru's desk and he was staring up with wide eyes and short breath. He swallowed hard when Hikaru shifted, the warmth against his thighs making him dizzy.

Hikaru bent his head, his eyes were dark underneath his bangs. He hooked his fingers through Kaoru's tie and loosened it rapidly, efficiently. With a long sweep of his arm, he stripped it off, and Kaoru swallowed again as he felt the length of the silk slide against his throat with just the thin fabric of the shirt in between. Hikaru dropped the tie off the side of the desk and it pooled into a silken pile on the ground.

“S-sensei,” Kaoru said weakly, and Hikaru hadn’t even touched skin yet. “We-we shouldn’t-“

Hikaru grinned ferally and Kaoru shuddered to see it, half in fear and half in the undeniable longing singing through his blood, like licks of flame. “Why not, Hitachiin-san?” he murmured as he flicked open the buttons on Tamaki’s shirt. "You clearly want it so badly." His smile faded as the shirt fell open, exposing a smooth expanse of golden skin, and his eyes darkened even further, intent.

In one smooth movement, he stepped closer, thrusting his knee between Kaoru's legs and ducking his head to lick the healing love-bite he’d left on Kaoru only a few days ago.

Kaoru whimpered, high in his throat, and bucked his hips.

“Hmm,” Hikaru hummed low in his throat, sliding a hand low between them and watching Kaoru's eyes flicker closed, desperate and straining. His hand cupped Kaoru and the moan that rolled out of his student as he hitched his leg up around Hikaru's waist, rocking into his palm, made Hikaru's blood heat.

He swallowed hard and licked his lips, lids falling to half mast as he raked his eyes down the boy spread wantonly before him on his desk. “Hurry, sensei,” urged Kaoru frantically and Hikaru's fingers fumbled to undo the button on the boy’s uniform slacks, flicking it open finally to pull down the zipper and tuck his hand inside.

Kaoru's response was a wordless whine as he fisted his hands in Hikaru's shirt, sweat beading in the hollow of his throat.

“I wonder what your classmates would say if they caught us like this,” Hikaru whispered in Kaoru's ear, breath hot and harsh as he worked his fingers beneath Kaoru's boxers and gripped bare flesh. The idea of being caught sent an illicit thrill skittering up Hikaru's spine and he bent his head to bite hard on Kaoru's throat as he fisted Kaoru's erection in a jerky rhythm. Their relationship was forbidden to the utmost--he could get fired, Kaoru could get expelled... And, yet, that only fueled the fire in his veins.

He was straining against his pants now, rubbing against the juncture of Kaoru's thigh and pelvis, blood pounding loudly in his ears. He was going to come any second now, with Kaoru's gasps in his ear and his erection dripping over Hikaru's hand and the thought of people--Kaoru's classmates, other teachers--walking in at any moment.

“Next time,” Kaoru said between his panting, “let’s do it in the principal's office.” Mischief lurked in his heated amber eyes and it was that and the wicked curl of Kaoru's mouth that had Hikaru shuddering violently, his release wracking through him. He slid his mouth over the other boy’s and pressed his thumb roughly against the large vein running the length of Kaoru's cock.

Kaoru bucked and choked back a long moan. “Sensei--!” His nails dug through Kyouya’s shirt and into his shoulders. He finally slumped back against the desk, boneless.

Hikaru leaned forward, trying to catch his breath. He reached up a hand and brushed Kaoru's hair out of his eyes and smirked. “I’m looking forward to next time,” he purred.

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Disclaimer: Totally recycled smut from KyouTama. Don't hate. ;_; ::is continued lame & fail::

[rosephantom]

nkxsajvids, hot damn. You continue to win at life, little missy. D: Thank you for not ignoring my post! ;^; -clings- ♥

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I try to write some things to make up for all my requests. X3 ♥ And some things are easier than others.

[velvetiine]

You missed out some name changes XD ♥

“Why not, Hitachiin-san?” he murmured as he flicked open the buttons on Tamaki’s shirt.

His nails dug through Kyouya’s shirt and into his shoulders.

Orrr, it could be that Kaoru was wearing Tamaki's shirt and Hikaru was wearing Kyouya's.
XDDD

♥

[meiface]

And that is why I should've used Word for find + replace instead of using just notepad. XD Or Kaoru stole Tamaki's shirt for kicks. Yes, they were cosplaying! ♥