Title: Hanging on the Wall.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club.
Warnings: Mirrorplay.
Characters/couples: Kyouya/Kaoru. Heavily implied Kaoru->Hikaru and Kyouya->Tamaki.
Summary: If Kaoru just focuses on the mirror, it's Hikaru touching him.
Rating: NC17.
Hanging ion the Wall.
Kyouya comes the hardest when he talks dirty to him in French. Kaoru is used to bending over Kyouya, making his touch nothing but a flirt with his cock inside, making his voice as sweet as he knows how, the French soft and curling as he murmurs it against Kyouya's ear.
In repay, when Kyouya fucks him, they only do it in front of a mirror. Any full-body mirror they find, it'll be his turn to be pressed against it or kneel by the floor, feel Kyouya's tongue against his hole as he gets it wet and sucks there, feel his hand stroking him.
It takes all his will not to close his eyes and surrender to the touch. In the mirror, Kyouya's hands could have been his and they are touching Hikaru, and the lips he feels might have been Hikaru's touching him.
Even when Kyouya moves and presses the head of his cock to his hole and presses in, the slide of the condom barely muffling the feel of it, Kaoru just focuses on his own eyes and on his own body, because through the mirror it's Hikaru and it's him and it's all he has ever wanted and all he has ever feared and he comes with his brother's name in his mouth.
He and Kyouya never kiss. They've yet to find a way in which their kiss would copy that of the ones they want.
Title: Breakfast in Bed.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club.
Warnings: Threesome.
Characters/couples: Kaoru/Haruhi/Hikaru.
Summary: Once they finish, Haruhi knows she's going to want a bath.
Rating: NC17
Breakfast in Bed.
It almost feels like too much. She feels too stretched, too exposed as she feels Hikaru sliding inside her too. At least looking at Hikaru's face is worth it, how slack his mouth seems. She only has a moment wishing that there was no blindfold covering his eyes - even though he had asked for it - before Kaoru wraps his arms around her and thrusts inside.
She can feel them both move inside her, rubbing against each other through the thin barrier of her flesh and she closes her eyes, her head against Kaoru's shoulder as they move - Hikaru unable to do so with their weight over him like that - and it must be feeling good for them too by the way Hikaru moans, always the loudest, or the way Kaoru shivers against her back and nips at her neck.
"Still sweet," Kaoru murmurs, even as he dips a hand towards her folds, his thumb brushing her clit. Haruhi can't reply that she's going to want several baths to take off the syrup, closing her eyes and moving faster. Kaoru moves faster, too, thrusting against her, and Hikaru holds to her hips, coming first. She follows him, then falling against Hikaru's chest, waiting a few moments before Kaoru gives that small sigh and he comes too, leaning against her back.
They stay like that until Hikaru demands them to move, for they're heavy and they need to take a bath.