Haruhi and Her Hosts, Chp 4, NC-17
Author: fivemisosoup (aka Dina)
Title: Haruhi and Her Hosts
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Tamaki/Haruhi smut, Kaoru/Haruhi fluff, Hikaru/Haruhi seemingly one-sided, Kyouya/Haruhi sexfrustrationomg
Summary/Author notes: Wow. This chapter. Uhh...It's interesting. Just...uh...random crap and then sex. Twins and Tamaki suspect something is going on, and go to find Haruhi.
x-posted like woah.
Kyouya looked irritated. Haruhi looked blank. Tamaki looked devastated.
The twins looked for Tamaki. They went through every hallway leading away from the music room, searching diligently, "Oy, Tono! Where are you?" The eldest twin shouted, ignoring the fact that Kaoru had frozen in his tracks, "Oy, Tono!"
"Hikaru." Kaoru said, his eyes rolled up into his head in thought, "Did you notice that Haruhi was the first to disappear?"
Hikaru stopped, looking over his shoulder at his brother, "Yeah, why?"
"Well...cuz right after she left Honey-senpai ran over to check on her."
"...right."
"And Honey-senpai brought Mori-senpai over and they hid behind an indoor plant."
Hikaru was getting bored, and spun to face Kaoru, "Yes, yes, what are you getting at?"
"Just that..." Kaoru paused, thinking of his brother's feelings for the girl, "...never mind..."
The stubborn twin stomped his foot, "No, you can't just 'never mind' after all that! Tell me what's going on!"
The considerate twin sighed, "I think...I think Mori-senpai and Haruhi did...something."
If his jaw had been bigger, it would have hit the floor, "Y-you mean...sex?"
"Not necessarily. Maybe just hugging. Have you seen how she's been looking at his bum lately?"
"No, I'm not pervertedly and voyeuristically observant like you!" Hikaru resisted the urge to take out his frustration on his brother, "And anyway, that doesn't explain why she came back only to be dragged off somewhere by Kyouya-senpai."
"He probably knows what went on and was chastising her for it."
"And not Mori-senpai?" Hikaru pointed out, his arms crossed.
"Good point. Regardless, something is up with Haruhi. And Tono noticed it so it must be important."
Hikaru nodded solemnly and turned to look down the corridor, suddenly very worried at the size of this school. Just as he began to walk forward again, a sheet-white Tamaki came bowling out of a classroom and down the hall. The twins each raised a finger to ask for the president's attention, but only received wind in their ears has he sped past them. They exchanged a look. Kaoru pointed towards the classroom, Hikaru in the direction Tamaki had ran.
They both took off.
*****
"Tamaki-senpai!" Hikaru cried, his hands cupped over his mouth as he ran. At the speed he was going at, he passed the alcove Tamaki had chosen to huddle in by ten feet before he realized he'd seen the king.
Running back to the nook, out of breath, he called out again, "Tono."
"In...incestual relationships...Horrifying...glasses...the glasses..."
"Uh..." Hikaru bent down and crouched next to the president's corner of woe, "What's this about incest?"
"Mommy...with daughter...kissing..."
"What?" It took Hikaru a moment to remember the few times Kyouya had been referred to as 'Mommy'...and the many many times Haruhi had been designated the 'Daughter'.
He froze. He huddled down lower.
And he developed his own corner of woe.
*****
Kaoru closed his eyes as he stepped through the door. He wasn't sure how he would feel when he opened his eyes, but he wanted the chance to prepare himself nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, he opened them.
Kyouya was rubbing his temples, aggravated, and frowned at the twin. Haruhi stood with her back turned to both the boys. And the vice-president's cock twitched in his tight pants.
All in all, it was a very conflicted image. On one hand, it was hilarious. Lovers caught, but they were lovers who didn't seem to want to be lovers in the first place. But on the other hand, it was tragic. Kaoru felt a bit of his mind break at such a bizarre turn of events, and the way Hikaru and Tamaki must have been feeling...
The redhead reeled, grabbing the doorframe for support. Kyouya brushed past the boy, obviously having enough of the tension in the room. And despite obvious efforts to the contrary, Haruhi spun to watch him go.
Amber eyes winced. Kaoru grabbed at his chest as if it was wounded. For a moment, shame registered in Haruhi's face. But it was quickly replaced by embarrassed amusement.
"Ah, Tamaki-senpai...jumped to a conclusion. Kyouya wanted to discuss my debt with me and he noticed a smudge on his glasses. I was just...cleaning the lense."
Kaoru didn't believe her. But at the moment, that wasn't the point. He held out a hand, "We need to go talk to them."
"Tamaki and Kyouya?"
"And Hikaru."
Haruhi's eyes widened, then softened. She gingerly grasped Kaoru's hand. It seemed like a fire was burning between their palms, for heat traveled up both their arms to rest in their faces. They paused for a moment before walking down the hallway, hand in hand.
About a minute later, Haruhi couldn't take it anymore, "Why did you want to hold my hand? I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own."
"Why did you accept?" This muted her, and she felt even more ashamed.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, almost inaudibly. Kaoru nodded, and stopped to point across the hall at the double nooks of tragedy. Luckily the boys were facing away and didn't see the slightly romantic position of the twin and the club's resident female.
"Tamaki-senpai...Hikaru..." Haruhi managed, feeling a bit at a loss for words.
The boys mumbled incoherently in response.
"I...you misunderstood the situation. It was merely a, ah, friendly gesture. Kyouya-senpai's glasses were dirty. I offered to clean them." The girl's own voice sounded odd in her ears, as if the words belonged to some other mouth, "I'm sorry that-"
"Hugging!" Tamaki jumped to his feet and twisted around, and Kaoru instinctively dropped the girl's hand and jumped backwards, "You two were hugging!"
Haruhi and Kaoru exchanged a look. The girl's said, /I'm sorry. Help me, please?/ And the boy's said, /You lied to me, but I have to bail you out, just so Kyouya doesn't blackmail me or something./
"Kyouya-senpai isn't the type to want to get romantically involved, Tono." Kaoru pointed out simply, "If anything it was just a rare friendly gesture on his part."
"If any..." Tamaki trailed off, considering this. And then he smiled brightly, back to his usual self, "Ah, I suppose I too can be a bit deceivingly affectionate! Fathers and mothers must express their love for their daughters somehow!"
Hikaru had stood up behind the president, crossing his arms and pouting. He stared off into the distance, "That doesn't explain Mori-senpai."
"Hmm? What about Mori?" Tamaki blinked, grin still in place. Haruhi resisted the urge to smack herself in the forehead. And as Tamaki, who apparantly lost interest in the conversation, came up and hugged her close, nuzzling against her like a cat, she resisted the urge to jump him. God, what was with these hormones?!
Hikaru gave up on getting information from those two, "Kaoru. Tell me what you know."
"Nothing, my sweet, loveable older brother."
"lf you think that sweet-talking will get you out of this one, you're wrong."
The uke eyed Haruhi, and extroverted words he meant to introvert, "I bet I could sweet-talk into that..."
"Wh-?" Hikaru followed his brother's gaze, and after a momentary wave of anger, raised his eyebrows, "Bet you 3000 yen we can't get anywhere with her no matter what we try."
"Deal." The twins did a long and involved secret handshake and turned to face their victim.
Who had disappeared. Along with Tamaki.
"....oh shit."
*****
While the twins had been discussing, Haruhi had finally managed enough self control to put her hands on Tamaki to push him away. She was surprised she kept herself from fondling him, like she so desperately wanted to, so as soon as she was separated from him she took several steps away.
For once in his life, Tamaki actually /felt/ rejected. He walked up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, frowning.
"Haruhi...what's wrong?"
"Nothing." She shivered at his slight touch, at how gently his thumb instinctively caressed her. He noticed. And he wasn't about to let this go, not when his Haruhi was so upset.
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her away, down another seemingly endless hallway and into another deserted classroom. However, unlike Kyouya, Tamaki had some foresight and locked the door. He didn't want Haruhi to freak out and run away or something.
"Tamaki-senpai..." Haruhi mumbled weakly, "Please don't...hate me."
Seriously, Tamaki sighed, "I could never hate you. Why would you think that? What did Kyouya do?"
"He...I...I kissed him."
The blonde was taken aback. He took a few steps backwards and tripped over the desks, seating himself on top of one. His legs felt like jello. His world had been shattered.
/Haruhi was an instigator./
"Tamaki-senpai has feelings for me, doesn't he?" Haruhi asked shyly, feeling a bit silly to be believing what a bunch of fangirls had said. She looked up, and seeing his shocked face, confirmed her own belief. He didn't think of her that way.
"Of course I have feelings for you. Any f-father would have feelings for his..." Even as he spoke, he felt the truth in these words slip away. He ran his hand through his hair and spoke bitterly, "I suppose I'm not as good at romance as I thought."
"All the girls like you..." Haruhi offered, eyebrows bending sympathetically.
"But not you."
"I'm not...saying I don't like you." Why had it been so easy for her to pounce on Kyouya, she wondered? Maybe it was because sex with that man wasn't as emotional as it would be with Tamaki. Or maybe it was simply because when she'd kissed Kyouya, she'd been possessed.
"It doesn't matter. Kyouya discovered his feelings first. He wins the race." Tamaki stood, and as if he had decided this would be the last time he would do this, he ran his thumb down her jaw lightly, gazing into her eyes.
"I know how he feels. Such a precious flower..."
Tamaki lost all resolve, and all at once pronounced his intense feelings for the girl. He kissed her, chastely, softly, yet still just as desperately as it had felt with Kyouya. Haruhi closed her eyes, feeling as safe as she had with Mori.
But with Tamaki, she also felt intensely, vividly loved.
Their lips were dry and boring, Haruhi noticed, and she longed for him to deepen their kiss. But he didn't, content in holding her close and breathing in tandem with her. What a slut she felt like for wanting more...but slowly, as he kissed her, she felt like a princess.
After what seemed like a millennium or two, Tamaki pulled away. Their eyes locked and he led her over to the teacher's desk, lifting her up onto it by her hips. Remotely, Haruhi noted that he was stronger than he appeared to be.
A quick peck on the lips and he pressed her down against the table, absent-mindedly rocking himself against her as his jeans grew tight. She bit her lip, hiding her moan as best she could. But instead of boasting as she had expected him to, he smiled softly, and ran his hands down her chest.
She gasped, although not too long ago she'd been touched there she was still shocked at the way the slightest brush of fingertips sent goose-bumps all over her body. He massaged her tiny breasts, leaning over her to kiss her neck softly. This was so...peaceful. Calm...loving. He wasn't fucking her. He was making love to her.
"Tamaki...." She whimpered, his touches driving her mad with need, "Please..."
He leaned back to meet her eyes, "Are you sure, Haruhi?"
"Ye-yes..." She moaned, her body feeling achingly empty. She needed him inside of her.
He unzipped his jeans and slid them down his hips. As he lowered his boxers, he looked away for the first time. Was he...ashamed of his body? He, Tamaki, the self-proclaimed "beautiful man"? In a way it was sad...
He pulled his erection out, eyes closed. Even the careful touch he used to do so drew a soft groan from his throat. But he still didn't look at her. She stared at his length, surprised at how little it looked like the diagrams in books.
For one, it was dark, dark red, and pulsing. And leaking. And it's base was covered in blonde pubic hair. Somewhere, she wondered why he bothered to shave his chest but not his pubic area, but the thought was irrelevant. Although he was ashamed of it, she thought it was, well...
"Beautiful..." She murmured, her mouth watering a bit. She wanted him so badly and he was standing there, fearing he was the "Beast" of their coupling, "Please. Please, Tamaki."
He didn't hesitate any longer. He unzipped her jeans quickly and pulled them down, along with her underwear. After briefly stroking the soft curls and making her buck off the table, he gripped his member and pressed against her opening.
Even as he pressed against her, she gasped. He hadn't seemed that big when she looked, even if he was very long. How could it hurt this much when he hadn't even pushed in yet?
He leaned over her, his feet still firmly planted on the ground. As he kissed her more passionately than before, he swung his hips forward, and connected their bodies. A sharp cry was muffled by his lips, but once she adjusted it seemed okay. Not exactly what she had expected. But okay.
Then he began moving in a bizarre rhythm. It wasn't 'in-out' it was more like 'In a little, in a little more. Out. In a little, in a little more, in a little more oh my god, out a little. In a little, out a little, in a little more.' His technique seemed odd, as far as she understood sex, but it was very enjoyable to say the least.
However, with Tamaki being uncharacteristically silent, she couldn't really enjoy herself. She wrapped her arms more tightly around his shoulders, even went so far as wrapping her legs around his behind. He gasped at her movements, and she sighed. It felt good, yes, but...not intense. It wasn't going to get her anywhere.
"Tamaki...talk to me..." Tamaki groaned at her request, as if this was enough to make him climax right there, but he seemed to be holding off for her.
"I wasn't, ah, *huff*, sure if I should...I want to...I want to tell you how beautiful you are...how good...God, how good this feels. Inside of you...so warm and, and wet...and tight...fuck- ah! Sorry! I won't swear, I just...ung, wow...You're so pretty and...ung, I want to make you cum, ah....*huff* so good...I don't know how long I can last, you feel so good around my co- I mean...around me...ung...." Tamaki didn't seem to know how to talk dirty, but at least he was being himself. His graceful-yet-horribly-clumsy self.
"Kiss me, Tamaki..." She groaned, his voice arousing her so, "Pl-"
She didn't need to beg, he was right there, kissing her as if starving for her taste. Both teens moaned into the embrace, and with a few more shuddering thrusts, Tamaki came inside of her. He came crashing down on top of her, gasping for air, and he pulled out.
Once again, he couldn't meet her eyes.
"It's alright, Tamaki-senpai." The honorific was restored now that they were no longer one person, "I already...finished...once today."
"You...you masturbated?" He almost sounded hopeful that this was the case, and looked up from the pillow of her breasts to meet her gaze.
"N...no." She frowned, feeling a bit worried about his reaction, "Mori-senpai...helped."
"So...I was the only virgin here, huh..." Tamaki gave a dry, bitter laugh, and stood to look for something to clean up with. Locating a box of tissues, he walked away from her. She felt so cold.
"Tamaki...I didn't have sex with him." He turned to look at her as he wiped off his cock, "Although I wanted to...." It wouldn't hurt to be truthful, right?"
"Whatever." Tamaki was really hurt. He wasn't being dramatic. He wasn't in his corner of woe or tragedy or despair. He was just tired. Course he did just have an amazing fuck, but still.
"I want to...show the entire club...how I feel." She chose her words carefully, so as not to dig her own grave, "And I...needed the release...with you all dressing and acting so...laid back. I guess."
Tamaki looked off into the distance, considering it, and smiled sheepishly, "I suppose I've been cruel to Kyouya-okaa in more ways than one."
Haruhi returned the smile and took the tissue he offered. He finally understood. She wasn't able to express sole love for any one of them. She needed them all.
Two down. Four to go.
Title: Haruhi and Her Hosts
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Tamaki/Haruhi smut, Kaoru/Haruhi fluff, Hikaru/Haruhi seemingly one-sided, Kyouya/Haruhi sexfrustrationomg
Summary/Author notes: Wow. This chapter. Uhh...It's interesting. Just...uh...random crap and then sex. Twins and Tamaki suspect something is going on, and go to find Haruhi.
x-posted like woah.
Kyouya looked irritated. Haruhi looked blank. Tamaki looked devastated.
The twins looked for Tamaki. They went through every hallway leading away from the music room, searching diligently, "Oy, Tono! Where are you?" The eldest twin shouted, ignoring the fact that Kaoru had frozen in his tracks, "Oy, Tono!"
"Hikaru." Kaoru said, his eyes rolled up into his head in thought, "Did you notice that Haruhi was the first to disappear?"
Hikaru stopped, looking over his shoulder at his brother, "Yeah, why?"
"Well...cuz right after she left Honey-senpai ran over to check on her."
"...right."
"And Honey-senpai brought Mori-senpai over and they hid behind an indoor plant."
Hikaru was getting bored, and spun to face Kaoru, "Yes, yes, what are you getting at?"
"Just that..." Kaoru paused, thinking of his brother's feelings for the girl, "...never mind..."
The stubborn twin stomped his foot, "No, you can't just 'never mind' after all that! Tell me what's going on!"
The considerate twin sighed, "I think...I think Mori-senpai and Haruhi did...something."
If his jaw had been bigger, it would have hit the floor, "Y-you mean...sex?"
"Not necessarily. Maybe just hugging. Have you seen how she's been looking at his bum lately?"
"No, I'm not pervertedly and voyeuristically observant like you!" Hikaru resisted the urge to take out his frustration on his brother, "And anyway, that doesn't explain why she came back only to be dragged off somewhere by Kyouya-senpai."
"He probably knows what went on and was chastising her for it."
"And not Mori-senpai?" Hikaru pointed out, his arms crossed.
"Good point. Regardless, something is up with Haruhi. And Tono noticed it so it must be important."
Hikaru nodded solemnly and turned to look down the corridor, suddenly very worried at the size of this school. Just as he began to walk forward again, a sheet-white Tamaki came bowling out of a classroom and down the hall. The twins each raised a finger to ask for the president's attention, but only received wind in their ears has he sped past them. They exchanged a look. Kaoru pointed towards the classroom, Hikaru in the direction Tamaki had ran.
They both took off.
*****
"Tamaki-senpai!" Hikaru cried, his hands cupped over his mouth as he ran. At the speed he was going at, he passed the alcove Tamaki had chosen to huddle in by ten feet before he realized he'd seen the king.
Running back to the nook, out of breath, he called out again, "Tono."
"In...incestual relationships...Horrifying...glasses...the glasses..."
"Uh..." Hikaru bent down and crouched next to the president's corner of woe, "What's this about incest?"
"Mommy...with daughter...kissing..."
"What?" It took Hikaru a moment to remember the few times Kyouya had been referred to as 'Mommy'...and the many many times Haruhi had been designated the 'Daughter'.
He froze. He huddled down lower.
And he developed his own corner of woe.
*****
Kaoru closed his eyes as he stepped through the door. He wasn't sure how he would feel when he opened his eyes, but he wanted the chance to prepare himself nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, he opened them.
Kyouya was rubbing his temples, aggravated, and frowned at the twin. Haruhi stood with her back turned to both the boys. And the vice-president's cock twitched in his tight pants.
All in all, it was a very conflicted image. On one hand, it was hilarious. Lovers caught, but they were lovers who didn't seem to want to be lovers in the first place. But on the other hand, it was tragic. Kaoru felt a bit of his mind break at such a bizarre turn of events, and the way Hikaru and Tamaki must have been feeling...
The redhead reeled, grabbing the doorframe for support. Kyouya brushed past the boy, obviously having enough of the tension in the room. And despite obvious efforts to the contrary, Haruhi spun to watch him go.
Amber eyes winced. Kaoru grabbed at his chest as if it was wounded. For a moment, shame registered in Haruhi's face. But it was quickly replaced by embarrassed amusement.
"Ah, Tamaki-senpai...jumped to a conclusion. Kyouya wanted to discuss my debt with me and he noticed a smudge on his glasses. I was just...cleaning the lense."
Kaoru didn't believe her. But at the moment, that wasn't the point. He held out a hand, "We need to go talk to them."
"Tamaki and Kyouya?"
"And Hikaru."
Haruhi's eyes widened, then softened. She gingerly grasped Kaoru's hand. It seemed like a fire was burning between their palms, for heat traveled up both their arms to rest in their faces. They paused for a moment before walking down the hallway, hand in hand.
About a minute later, Haruhi couldn't take it anymore, "Why did you want to hold my hand? I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own."
"Why did you accept?" This muted her, and she felt even more ashamed.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, almost inaudibly. Kaoru nodded, and stopped to point across the hall at the double nooks of tragedy. Luckily the boys were facing away and didn't see the slightly romantic position of the twin and the club's resident female.
"Tamaki-senpai...Hikaru..." Haruhi managed, feeling a bit at a loss for words.
The boys mumbled incoherently in response.
"I...you misunderstood the situation. It was merely a, ah, friendly gesture. Kyouya-senpai's glasses were dirty. I offered to clean them." The girl's own voice sounded odd in her ears, as if the words belonged to some other mouth, "I'm sorry that-"
"Hugging!" Tamaki jumped to his feet and twisted around, and Kaoru instinctively dropped the girl's hand and jumped backwards, "You two were hugging!"
Haruhi and Kaoru exchanged a look. The girl's said, /I'm sorry. Help me, please?/ And the boy's said, /You lied to me, but I have to bail you out, just so Kyouya doesn't blackmail me or something./
"Kyouya-senpai isn't the type to want to get romantically involved, Tono." Kaoru pointed out simply, "If anything it was just a rare friendly gesture on his part."
"If any..." Tamaki trailed off, considering this. And then he smiled brightly, back to his usual self, "Ah, I suppose I too can be a bit deceivingly affectionate! Fathers and mothers must express their love for their daughters somehow!"
Hikaru had stood up behind the president, crossing his arms and pouting. He stared off into the distance, "That doesn't explain Mori-senpai."
"Hmm? What about Mori?" Tamaki blinked, grin still in place. Haruhi resisted the urge to smack herself in the forehead. And as Tamaki, who apparantly lost interest in the conversation, came up and hugged her close, nuzzling against her like a cat, she resisted the urge to jump him. God, what was with these hormones?!
Hikaru gave up on getting information from those two, "Kaoru. Tell me what you know."
"Nothing, my sweet, loveable older brother."
"lf you think that sweet-talking will get you out of this one, you're wrong."
The uke eyed Haruhi, and extroverted words he meant to introvert, "I bet I could sweet-talk into that..."
"Wh-?" Hikaru followed his brother's gaze, and after a momentary wave of anger, raised his eyebrows, "Bet you 3000 yen we can't get anywhere with her no matter what we try."
"Deal." The twins did a long and involved secret handshake and turned to face their victim.
Who had disappeared. Along with Tamaki.
"....oh shit."
*****
While the twins had been discussing, Haruhi had finally managed enough self control to put her hands on Tamaki to push him away. She was surprised she kept herself from fondling him, like she so desperately wanted to, so as soon as she was separated from him she took several steps away.
For once in his life, Tamaki actually /felt/ rejected. He walked up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, frowning.
"Haruhi...what's wrong?"
"Nothing." She shivered at his slight touch, at how gently his thumb instinctively caressed her. He noticed. And he wasn't about to let this go, not when his Haruhi was so upset.
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her away, down another seemingly endless hallway and into another deserted classroom. However, unlike Kyouya, Tamaki had some foresight and locked the door. He didn't want Haruhi to freak out and run away or something.
"Tamaki-senpai..." Haruhi mumbled weakly, "Please don't...hate me."
Seriously, Tamaki sighed, "I could never hate you. Why would you think that? What did Kyouya do?"
"He...I...I kissed him."
The blonde was taken aback. He took a few steps backwards and tripped over the desks, seating himself on top of one. His legs felt like jello. His world had been shattered.
/Haruhi was an instigator./
"Tamaki-senpai has feelings for me, doesn't he?" Haruhi asked shyly, feeling a bit silly to be believing what a bunch of fangirls had said. She looked up, and seeing his shocked face, confirmed her own belief. He didn't think of her that way.
"Of course I have feelings for you. Any f-father would have feelings for his..." Even as he spoke, he felt the truth in these words slip away. He ran his hand through his hair and spoke bitterly, "I suppose I'm not as good at romance as I thought."
"All the girls like you..." Haruhi offered, eyebrows bending sympathetically.
"But not you."
"I'm not...saying I don't like you." Why had it been so easy for her to pounce on Kyouya, she wondered? Maybe it was because sex with that man wasn't as emotional as it would be with Tamaki. Or maybe it was simply because when she'd kissed Kyouya, she'd been possessed.
"It doesn't matter. Kyouya discovered his feelings first. He wins the race." Tamaki stood, and as if he had decided this would be the last time he would do this, he ran his thumb down her jaw lightly, gazing into her eyes.
"I know how he feels. Such a precious flower..."
Tamaki lost all resolve, and all at once pronounced his intense feelings for the girl. He kissed her, chastely, softly, yet still just as desperately as it had felt with Kyouya. Haruhi closed her eyes, feeling as safe as she had with Mori.
But with Tamaki, she also felt intensely, vividly loved.
Their lips were dry and boring, Haruhi noticed, and she longed for him to deepen their kiss. But he didn't, content in holding her close and breathing in tandem with her. What a slut she felt like for wanting more...but slowly, as he kissed her, she felt like a princess.
After what seemed like a millennium or two, Tamaki pulled away. Their eyes locked and he led her over to the teacher's desk, lifting her up onto it by her hips. Remotely, Haruhi noted that he was stronger than he appeared to be.
A quick peck on the lips and he pressed her down against the table, absent-mindedly rocking himself against her as his jeans grew tight. She bit her lip, hiding her moan as best she could. But instead of boasting as she had expected him to, he smiled softly, and ran his hands down her chest.
She gasped, although not too long ago she'd been touched there she was still shocked at the way the slightest brush of fingertips sent goose-bumps all over her body. He massaged her tiny breasts, leaning over her to kiss her neck softly. This was so...peaceful. Calm...loving. He wasn't fucking her. He was making love to her.
"Tamaki...." She whimpered, his touches driving her mad with need, "Please..."
He leaned back to meet her eyes, "Are you sure, Haruhi?"
"Ye-yes..." She moaned, her body feeling achingly empty. She needed him inside of her.
He unzipped his jeans and slid them down his hips. As he lowered his boxers, he looked away for the first time. Was he...ashamed of his body? He, Tamaki, the self-proclaimed "beautiful man"? In a way it was sad...
He pulled his erection out, eyes closed. Even the careful touch he used to do so drew a soft groan from his throat. But he still didn't look at her. She stared at his length, surprised at how little it looked like the diagrams in books.
For one, it was dark, dark red, and pulsing. And leaking. And it's base was covered in blonde pubic hair. Somewhere, she wondered why he bothered to shave his chest but not his pubic area, but the thought was irrelevant. Although he was ashamed of it, she thought it was, well...
"Beautiful..." She murmured, her mouth watering a bit. She wanted him so badly and he was standing there, fearing he was the "Beast" of their coupling, "Please. Please, Tamaki."
He didn't hesitate any longer. He unzipped her jeans quickly and pulled them down, along with her underwear. After briefly stroking the soft curls and making her buck off the table, he gripped his member and pressed against her opening.
Even as he pressed against her, she gasped. He hadn't seemed that big when she looked, even if he was very long. How could it hurt this much when he hadn't even pushed in yet?
He leaned over her, his feet still firmly planted on the ground. As he kissed her more passionately than before, he swung his hips forward, and connected their bodies. A sharp cry was muffled by his lips, but once she adjusted it seemed okay. Not exactly what she had expected. But okay.
Then he began moving in a bizarre rhythm. It wasn't 'in-out' it was more like 'In a little, in a little more. Out. In a little, in a little more, in a little more oh my god, out a little. In a little, out a little, in a little more.' His technique seemed odd, as far as she understood sex, but it was very enjoyable to say the least.
However, with Tamaki being uncharacteristically silent, she couldn't really enjoy herself. She wrapped her arms more tightly around his shoulders, even went so far as wrapping her legs around his behind. He gasped at her movements, and she sighed. It felt good, yes, but...not intense. It wasn't going to get her anywhere.
"Tamaki...talk to me..." Tamaki groaned at her request, as if this was enough to make him climax right there, but he seemed to be holding off for her.
"I wasn't, ah, *huff*, sure if I should...I want to...I want to tell you how beautiful you are...how good...God, how good this feels. Inside of you...so warm and, and wet...and tight...fuck- ah! Sorry! I won't swear, I just...ung, wow...You're so pretty and...ung, I want to make you cum, ah....*huff* so good...I don't know how long I can last, you feel so good around my co- I mean...around me...ung...." Tamaki didn't seem to know how to talk dirty, but at least he was being himself. His graceful-yet-horribly-clumsy self.
"Kiss me, Tamaki..." She groaned, his voice arousing her so, "Pl-"
She didn't need to beg, he was right there, kissing her as if starving for her taste. Both teens moaned into the embrace, and with a few more shuddering thrusts, Tamaki came inside of her. He came crashing down on top of her, gasping for air, and he pulled out.
Once again, he couldn't meet her eyes.
"It's alright, Tamaki-senpai." The honorific was restored now that they were no longer one person, "I already...finished...once today."
"You...you masturbated?" He almost sounded hopeful that this was the case, and looked up from the pillow of her breasts to meet her gaze.
"N...no." She frowned, feeling a bit worried about his reaction, "Mori-senpai...helped."
"So...I was the only virgin here, huh..." Tamaki gave a dry, bitter laugh, and stood to look for something to clean up with. Locating a box of tissues, he walked away from her. She felt so cold.
"Tamaki...I didn't have sex with him." He turned to look at her as he wiped off his cock, "Although I wanted to...." It wouldn't hurt to be truthful, right?"
"Whatever." Tamaki was really hurt. He wasn't being dramatic. He wasn't in his corner of woe or tragedy or despair. He was just tired. Course he did just have an amazing fuck, but still.
"I want to...show the entire club...how I feel." She chose her words carefully, so as not to dig her own grave, "And I...needed the release...with you all dressing and acting so...laid back. I guess."
Tamaki looked off into the distance, considering it, and smiled sheepishly, "I suppose I've been cruel to Kyouya-okaa in more ways than one."
Haruhi returned the smile and took the tissue he offered. He finally understood. She wasn't able to express sole love for any one of them. She needed them all.
Two down. Four to go.