So Kiss Me. (Ouran High School Host Club, Hunny/Mori)
Title: So Kiss Me.
Author/Artist: allira_dream
Rating: G.
Warnings: Sap.
Word count: 730.
Summary: With Hunny away, Mori isn't sure how to compensate.
A/N: Ouran High School Host Club, Honey/Mori: All in the family - Missed me, missed me/now you've gotta kiss me
So Kiss Me.
Mitsukuni promises to bring him many, many candies from Belgium when he comes back. He's pouting, holding tightly unto Usa-chan. Takashi wonders if he actually looks as sad as he feels.
“And I'll call you! And email you! And and and and...” Mitsukuni runs out of things to say and instead he leaps at him and Takashi's breath leaves him in a whoosh as Mitsukuni clings and hugs him tightly, legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
Takashi hugs him as tightly for a few moments, until Mitsukuni lets go and sniffs a little, then giving him a bright smile.
“It'll be alright!”
Takashi nods, and he stays by the side of the door as he sees Mitsukuni go inside the limo, and if his hands still itch to hold him, or if his legs cramp for not running behind him, he ignores it.
He has a competition and Mitsukuni has family issues to deal with - and they're family issues over his mother's side, so they're more private - and it's not the end of the world.
*
Rationally, he knows that Tamaki and the twins are trying to help. But the photos of Mitsukuni in the club just make him even more aware of the fact that he's not there. Kyouya gives him a soft nod, and at least most of Mitsukuni's usual clients seem more than ready to buy the memorabilia of him.
Haruhi gets close to him and reaches softly to touch his arm. She smiles a little bit.
“Can I sit with you, senpai?”
He grunts a yes, ignoring the way the girls shrill their enthusiasm, Renge somewhere over the right yelling that this is a new kind of love.
*
It's lucky that his competition was the same day that Mitsukuni had to go. Had it been during the week, there's no doubt in Takashi's mind that he would've lost.
As it is, the next few days he trips several times.
“Ah, senpai!” Kaoru - or Hikaru - says, helping him up.
“You gotta be more careful!” Hikaru - or Kaoru - adds, picking up his things.
“Do you want to have lunch with us, senpai?” Haruhi asks, concerned.
Takashi shakes his head no and instead he heads towards the spot Mitsukuni likes, with the flowers smelling so sweet that he always says it's like smelling pie.
*
It's not that he can't live without his cousin: it's just that he's not used to it. It's been years that he has had to get used to breathing at Mitsukuni's same speed, of being the ying to his yang and being away does mean that he's not sure how to compensate.
In the club, the girls sigh at him and Haruhi gives him half her pastries, the ones that don't taste as sweet.
*
He's not prepared to be tackled to the ground, which speaks about his lack of training. His breathe whooshes out of him and before he can try to hit back, there's a bright grin and warm, brown eyes staring at him. And Usa-chan digging into his chest.
“Taaakashiiiiii!” Mitsukuni says, stretching his name enough that he can snuggle up against him and grin and laugh. “I'm home!”
“Mitsukuni,” Takashi answers, wondering a little bit if he really hit his head that hard when he fell down at the club.
“Did you miss me lots and lots and lots?” Mitsukuni asks, beaming. “I brought you many things! But you gotta say that you missed me lots and lots and then you gotta kiss me!”
Takashi thinks that the last part is probably meant in that European way that Mitsukuni is so fond off since Tamaki showed him. Mitsukuni likes affection and he likes being loved.
But instead of kissing his cheeks, Takashi kisses his lips gently, tasting chocolate and maple syrup and some strawberry on Mitsukuni's lips. When he pulls back, Mitsukuni is silent, his mouth doing a little 'o' as he looks at him.
“I missed you. Welcome back.” Takashi licks his lips a little - far too much sugar - but he smiles.
And then Mitsukuni hugs him again, kisses him again, so Takashi, complete again, kisses back.
Author/Artist: allira_dream
Rating: G.
Warnings: Sap.
Word count: 730.
Summary: With Hunny away, Mori isn't sure how to compensate.
A/N: Ouran High School Host Club, Honey/Mori: All in the family - Missed me, missed me/now you've gotta kiss me
So Kiss Me.
Mitsukuni promises to bring him many, many candies from Belgium when he comes back. He's pouting, holding tightly unto Usa-chan. Takashi wonders if he actually looks as sad as he feels.
“And I'll call you! And email you! And and and and...” Mitsukuni runs out of things to say and instead he leaps at him and Takashi's breath leaves him in a whoosh as Mitsukuni clings and hugs him tightly, legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
Takashi hugs him as tightly for a few moments, until Mitsukuni lets go and sniffs a little, then giving him a bright smile.
“It'll be alright!”
Takashi nods, and he stays by the side of the door as he sees Mitsukuni go inside the limo, and if his hands still itch to hold him, or if his legs cramp for not running behind him, he ignores it.
He has a competition and Mitsukuni has family issues to deal with - and they're family issues over his mother's side, so they're more private - and it's not the end of the world.
*
Rationally, he knows that Tamaki and the twins are trying to help. But the photos of Mitsukuni in the club just make him even more aware of the fact that he's not there. Kyouya gives him a soft nod, and at least most of Mitsukuni's usual clients seem more than ready to buy the memorabilia of him.
Haruhi gets close to him and reaches softly to touch his arm. She smiles a little bit.
“Can I sit with you, senpai?”
He grunts a yes, ignoring the way the girls shrill their enthusiasm, Renge somewhere over the right yelling that this is a new kind of love.
*
It's lucky that his competition was the same day that Mitsukuni had to go. Had it been during the week, there's no doubt in Takashi's mind that he would've lost.
As it is, the next few days he trips several times.
“Ah, senpai!” Kaoru - or Hikaru - says, helping him up.
“You gotta be more careful!” Hikaru - or Kaoru - adds, picking up his things.
“Do you want to have lunch with us, senpai?” Haruhi asks, concerned.
Takashi shakes his head no and instead he heads towards the spot Mitsukuni likes, with the flowers smelling so sweet that he always says it's like smelling pie.
*
It's not that he can't live without his cousin: it's just that he's not used to it. It's been years that he has had to get used to breathing at Mitsukuni's same speed, of being the ying to his yang and being away does mean that he's not sure how to compensate.
In the club, the girls sigh at him and Haruhi gives him half her pastries, the ones that don't taste as sweet.
*
He's not prepared to be tackled to the ground, which speaks about his lack of training. His breathe whooshes out of him and before he can try to hit back, there's a bright grin and warm, brown eyes staring at him. And Usa-chan digging into his chest.
“Taaakashiiiiii!” Mitsukuni says, stretching his name enough that he can snuggle up against him and grin and laugh. “I'm home!”
“Mitsukuni,” Takashi answers, wondering a little bit if he really hit his head that hard when he fell down at the club.
“Did you miss me lots and lots and lots?” Mitsukuni asks, beaming. “I brought you many things! But you gotta say that you missed me lots and lots and then you gotta kiss me!”
Takashi thinks that the last part is probably meant in that European way that Mitsukuni is so fond off since Tamaki showed him. Mitsukuni likes affection and he likes being loved.
But instead of kissing his cheeks, Takashi kisses his lips gently, tasting chocolate and maple syrup and some strawberry on Mitsukuni's lips. When he pulls back, Mitsukuni is silent, his mouth doing a little 'o' as he looks at him.
“I missed you. Welcome back.” Takashi licks his lips a little - far too much sugar - but he smiles.
And then Mitsukuni hugs him again, kisses him again, so Takashi, complete again, kisses back.