[DRABBLES] kyouya/tamaki
this is a bit different, but i have rediscovered my love for my various animanga otps and have gravitated towards actually writing fic about them.
midnight | ootori kyouya/suoh tamaki; 385 words
it happened during their fourth sleepover. they watched a horror movie to end the night, and it left tamaki so annoyingly paranoid. if he was so scared, he shouldn't have agreed to watch it. kyouya casually glanced at the blonde beside him, whose eyes were darting at the corners of the room in fear. perhaps in an effort to soothe him, kyouya said, "ghosts can't hurt you."
"how do you know that?" tamaki demanded immediately.
"tamaki, they're dead." with the most serious look he could muster, kyouya looked him straight in the eye. tamaki didn't buy it though, because as soon as those brown eyes released those violet ones, they immediately returned to their paranoid survey of the room
--
tamaki refused to sleep in his own bed. his own bed, prepared especially for him, was in a guest room down the hall, and there was no way the blonde was walking that distance alone. he begged kyouya to let him stay in the latter's room. kyouya was not amused.
"i'll be really, really quiet, kyouya!" tamaki clutched at kyouya's shirt. "it's like i'm not even here, i promise!"
"tamaki--"
"nobody needs to know! i'll just stay on the couch and you can have your bed. it'll be all right, kyouya!"
kyouya wondered if tamaki knew he could never resist him when he looked like that, all earnest and innocent and pleading. kyouya hoped not.
--
in the middle of the night, kyouya woke up with a certain blonde beside him. he was taken aback at first, but then he felt this was rather expected of tamaki. their knees touched, and kyouya could lighly feel tamaki's breath on his cheek. but he only gives a small smile. tamaki will probably get a kick in the morning for this. kyouya sighed and was prepared to turn to the other side--being that close to tamaki made kyouya slightly uncomfortable, plus watching him sleep made him feel like a creep. just as he was about to turn, he heard a soft murmur.
"good thing... good thing kyouya's here."
kyouya's smile widened a tiny bit, and he gave tamaki's knees a light nudge before turning to the other side. he felt like he was awake for hours, but when sleep came for him, kyouya was ready.
--end
wrong; ootori kyouya/suoh tamaki; 318 words
"kyouya--"
kyouya knows that tamaki says his name because he wants him to stop, but hearing his own name in tamaki's breathy voice just furthers his excitement and totally makes the entire thing pointless. but kyouya doesn't mind--he loves hearing it.
"kyouya, we're in the second year's biology lab--"
"it's fine, no one's going to come in." kyouya assured tamaki before covering the latter's lips with his own. tamaki hesitates, but soon reciprocates. this makes kyouya smirk. when he releases tamaki, the blonde is flushed and slightly out of breath. kyouya reminds himself to slow down because the sight makes him want to resume kissing again.
tamaki runs a hand through his hair and then exhales. his eyes are heady with lust, and kyouya knows that the same feeling is mirrored in his eyes. but even as he wants to take tamaki home this very instant, they have afternoon classes waiting for them. a kiss would do for now.
"we'd better go b--"
tamaki gives a muffled gasp when their lips touch again, of which kyouya takes advantage of and sneaks his tongue for a little teasing. tamaki pushes him away, though halfheartedly. kyouya didn't budge though and tamaki secretly doesn't mind. after several moments, once kyouya finally regains his self control, they part. tamaki gives him a mock angry look and kyouya laughs.
"don't look at me like that. it's just making me want to kiss you."
"you're a pervert, kyouya."
kyouya ponders on this, and then holds out his hand for tamaki.
"so i am," the shadow king muses with a sly smile. he takes one look at tamaki before chuckling. "wipe your mouth, you look like you've been making out,"
tamaki brushes his sleeve against his lips furiously, as his cheeks heat up. the pair exits the biology lab and heads down to their room, just in time for english class.
--end
midnight | ootori kyouya/suoh tamaki; 385 words
it happened during their fourth sleepover. they watched a horror movie to end the night, and it left tamaki so annoyingly paranoid. if he was so scared, he shouldn't have agreed to watch it. kyouya casually glanced at the blonde beside him, whose eyes were darting at the corners of the room in fear. perhaps in an effort to soothe him, kyouya said, "ghosts can't hurt you."
"how do you know that?" tamaki demanded immediately.
"tamaki, they're dead." with the most serious look he could muster, kyouya looked him straight in the eye. tamaki didn't buy it though, because as soon as those brown eyes released those violet ones, they immediately returned to their paranoid survey of the room
--
tamaki refused to sleep in his own bed. his own bed, prepared especially for him, was in a guest room down the hall, and there was no way the blonde was walking that distance alone. he begged kyouya to let him stay in the latter's room. kyouya was not amused.
"i'll be really, really quiet, kyouya!" tamaki clutched at kyouya's shirt. "it's like i'm not even here, i promise!"
"tamaki--"
"nobody needs to know! i'll just stay on the couch and you can have your bed. it'll be all right, kyouya!"
kyouya wondered if tamaki knew he could never resist him when he looked like that, all earnest and innocent and pleading. kyouya hoped not.
--
in the middle of the night, kyouya woke up with a certain blonde beside him. he was taken aback at first, but then he felt this was rather expected of tamaki. their knees touched, and kyouya could lighly feel tamaki's breath on his cheek. but he only gives a small smile. tamaki will probably get a kick in the morning for this. kyouya sighed and was prepared to turn to the other side--being that close to tamaki made kyouya slightly uncomfortable, plus watching him sleep made him feel like a creep. just as he was about to turn, he heard a soft murmur.
"good thing... good thing kyouya's here."
kyouya's smile widened a tiny bit, and he gave tamaki's knees a light nudge before turning to the other side. he felt like he was awake for hours, but when sleep came for him, kyouya was ready.
--end
wrong; ootori kyouya/suoh tamaki; 318 words
"kyouya--"
kyouya knows that tamaki says his name because he wants him to stop, but hearing his own name in tamaki's breathy voice just furthers his excitement and totally makes the entire thing pointless. but kyouya doesn't mind--he loves hearing it.
"kyouya, we're in the second year's biology lab--"
"it's fine, no one's going to come in." kyouya assured tamaki before covering the latter's lips with his own. tamaki hesitates, but soon reciprocates. this makes kyouya smirk. when he releases tamaki, the blonde is flushed and slightly out of breath. kyouya reminds himself to slow down because the sight makes him want to resume kissing again.
tamaki runs a hand through his hair and then exhales. his eyes are heady with lust, and kyouya knows that the same feeling is mirrored in his eyes. but even as he wants to take tamaki home this very instant, they have afternoon classes waiting for them. a kiss would do for now.
"we'd better go b--"
tamaki gives a muffled gasp when their lips touch again, of which kyouya takes advantage of and sneaks his tongue for a little teasing. tamaki pushes him away, though halfheartedly. kyouya didn't budge though and tamaki secretly doesn't mind. after several moments, once kyouya finally regains his self control, they part. tamaki gives him a mock angry look and kyouya laughs.
"don't look at me like that. it's just making me want to kiss you."
"you're a pervert, kyouya."
kyouya ponders on this, and then holds out his hand for tamaki.
"so i am," the shadow king muses with a sly smile. he takes one look at tamaki before chuckling. "wipe your mouth, you look like you've been making out,"
tamaki brushes his sleeve against his lips furiously, as his cheeks heat up. the pair exits the biology lab and heads down to their room, just in time for english class.
--end