Hand In Hand [NC-17; Haruhi/Hikaru/Kaoru]
Title: Hand In Hand
Author: worblehat
Genre: Ouran Host Club
Pairing: Haruhi/Hikaru/Kaoru
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not owned by me in any way.
Notes: Written for the AWDT. The prompt was "That's some reward system you have there." Unbeta'd, sorry.
Word Count: 1,836
Hikaru and Kaoru stood behind the crowd that had gathered. Grades were up and people were talking - some excitedly, some in more hushed tones - about the results. Haruhi walked up beside them, straining on tiptoe to get a better look. Her eyes widened when Kaoru's arm slipped around her waist, pulling her towards him, away from the ground.
"Put me down," she muttered.
He smiled down at her. "Don't you want to see your grades?"
"I can see them later."
Hikaru appeared behind her and, with firm hands on her hips, raised her a little bit higher. Haruhi blinked, cheeks colouring a little at the faces that had turned to look. She found her name quickly and nodded at the twins to lower her.
"So, are you going to celebrate?" asked Kaoru, smiling at her.
"Celebrate?" she repeated blankly.
"Yes," said Hikaru. "For your high marks. Kaoru and I always celebrate when we do better than we expected."
"Ah," said Haruhi. "Then no."
"Too bad," said Kaoru, slinging an arm around his brother. "Exam celebrations are the best."
"You mean a party?" asked Haruhi.
Similar smirks appeared in answer. "Better," they said together. "You can come join us, if you want," added Hikaru. "Tonight at eight," said Kaoru.
"I'm going home," said Haruhi.
*
At seven, Haruhi's cell phone buzzed. She opened it to see a text message from Hikaru.
The invitation is still open.
Haruhi deleted it.
At seven-thirty, her phone buzzed again. This time it was Kaoru.
Last chance.
She sighed, then deleted it.
Seven-forty rolled around and her phone buzzed again.
There's a car waiting outside...
Haruhi turned off her phone just as her bedroom door opened.
"Your friends are here."
She blinked at her father. "My friends?"
Hikaru's head appeared in the doorway, quickly followed by Kaoru. They lunged inside, grabbed her by the arms, and escorted her out.
All Haruhi managed to say was "-mph?"
*
The dinner was more extravagant than Haruhi was used to, even after her few weeks in the Host Club at Ouran. Napkins, roses, champagne even - everything sparkled and bloomed. She sat down, looking at all the items before meeting the twins' faces. "This is a great way to celebrate," she admitted, reaching for her fork.
"Bon Appetit," said Kaoru and Hikaru together.
They ate slowly, Haruhi enjoying her way through the various plates, smiling as she tried more and more items. The twins ate with slight disinterest, eyes meeting across the table, each leaning their head to one side as they watched.
"What time is it?" asked Haruhi.
"Probably nine-thirty," said Kaoru with a relaxed yawn.
"Perfect time to start," said Hikaru with a wink.
"Start?" asked Haruhi.
Hikaru was first to reach her. Leaning down, he breathed gently on her neck. "For the celebration."
"But..."
"Hm?" asked Kaoru, brushing his fingers against her cheek.
"I thought..."
"The food was our celebration?" asked Hikaru. He reached one hand around her waist and eased her up, body standing flush with hers. "No. That was just dinner."
"...just?" she asked. Would she never get used to how they lived?
Hikaru laughed and, along with Kaoru, guided her to a different room in the house. It was lined with all sorts of couches, surrounding a small area of space that shone. When Haruhi got closer, she saw different coloured sheets spreading across it, welcoming and soft in appearance. She looked at Kaoru. "What's this for?"
"Comfort," he answered, taking a seat on the soft black fabric.
"Try it," whispered Hikaru before his hands left her. He crawled easily onto the sheets, joining Kaoru, their hands intertwining, fingers sliding back and forth over dimly lit skin.
"I'm okay here," she said, continuing to stand.
Hikaru shifted onto his back, enveloped on either side by Kaoru, whose fingers began to slowly undo his shirt. Haruhi didn't blink when Kaoru's hands trailed circles on the newly-exposed stomach - she'd seen similar such ploys used in the Host Club before. She still had no idea what it was about them that drew in the girls at school; she didn't get it, even when Hikaru asked her politely to sit - that she didn't need to join them...unless she wanted to.
Haruhi ignored the tone in his voice, oblivious to the implications he'd woven into his words. Hikaru frowned a little.
Then he moaned.
Haruhi turned to them. Hikaru had made a strange noise, one she hadn't heard him ever make before. He sounded hurt. The look on his face was strange, too, eyes closed tight. Kaoru was bent close, his hair hiding his eyes. Haruhi crawled closer, reaching out one hand to touch his arm, shaking it gently.
Hikaru and Kaoru latched on at once. Haruhi landed against Hikaru's chest, face forward. When she looked up, she saw both sets of eyes on her. Hikaru looked fine, and so did Kaoru.
"What -"
Hikaru's eyes opened a little wider than Kaoru's, his face going a shade of pink.
"Hikaru..."
Kaoru smiled, his gaze easy and unperturbed as he slipped his tongue against Hikaru's neck, stopping just above the collarbone. His lips, pink and thin, brushed against his brother's skin before attaching firmly. Haruhi could see the soft motions of his tongue within and she watched as he sucked in, provoking the same sounds she'd heard just a few moments previous. Hikaru was struggling to keep his eyes open and Haruhi wanted to ask why, but found her mouth oddly silent just then.
"Haru...hi."
She blushed at the ragged quality in his voice - how strained it was. It felt improper somehow, being this close to both of them, but especially Hikaru, whose leg was sliding tentatively between hers, urging her further up. She tried to stand but Kaoru's grip tightened, his face showing traces of anger.
"This is important to us," he said somewhat coldly. "It's important to Hikaru."
Haruhi felt her throat go dry. She opened her mouth a few times - to ask what that meant, to assure Hikaru she didn't mean to hurt him; to say anything at all - but nothing came. Hikaru reached for her, his hands trembling, so that she lay above him. Haruhi's body felt warm, a little unfamiliar. Hikaru moved back and forth, slowly, rubbing against her. Haruhi's legs slid apart, face going red when she realised she was pushing back, pushing down against Hikaru's subtle thrusts upwards. She felt the thick hardness beneath her, separated by thin, tasteful trousers; in the back of her mind, she wondered if Hikaru was going to be mad later when his pants got rumpled by what they were doing.
Hikaru was having trouble focusing on anything other than the way his stomach tightened or how Haruhi felt, sliding back and forth above him. He knew Kaoru was already hard, his erection solid against Hikaru's back. But he couldn't stop himself, not yet, not when it felt like that or when Haruhi was breathing that shallowly, her face dark and her eyes closed.
He didn't have to.
Kaoru slid out from under him, making sure to keep a pillow beneath Hikaru's head before pulling away. He lie on his side.
"Hikaru," he said gently. His brother looked at him, then nodded at the silent signal, rolling to his side and guiding Haruhi with him. Kaoru quickly shed himself of his clothing, wrapping around Hikaru's body, closing his eyes and listening to the other two, silently enjoying the sounds between them. He took his time, pulling Hikaru's shirt free, then worked on his pants. He kissed his way down Hikaru's spine, then back up again. He knew Hikaru was waiting.
Reaching into the secret compartment they'd placed in the stack of soft pillows, Kaoru pulled out a small bottle. Opening the cap, he slid the smooth, lubricating substance against his palm, covering each finger before placing the cap back on and burying it back underneath the pillow. Watching Hikaru's face, Kaoru rubbed his coated palm and fingers around his cock, biting down on his lower lip to keep from making noise.
Not yet.
Hikaru shifted on the bed when he felt Kaoru's hand on his hip. He whispered Haruhi's name, watched her dark eyes and gripped the sheets tightly. Kaoru pushed inside, timing his movements to Hikaru's sliding in half way, resting and then forcing the rest, pressing comforting kisses to Hikaru's neck and waiting.
He looked on as Haruhi fumbled a little with the rest of her clothing, pulling down cute cotton underwear with the rabbit pattern. Kaoru stared as she scooted close, eyes cast low when Hikaru slipped one arm around her. He felt the slide of their bodies and the press of Haruhi's leg so close to his own, both surrounding Hikaru. The room was quiet when Hikaru slid his cock inside Haruhi, who seemed to be trying hard not to make any noise. Hikaru's fingers moved up and down her back in soft, inexperienced motions, urging her silently to relax. Haruhi winced a little and Hikaru moaned as he began to move back and forth. Kaoru, body pulsing, began to do the same, pushing in every time Hikaru pulled back a little; pulling back to push back in when Hikaru thrust back inside Haruhi.
Kisses, moans and high whimpers fell and pressed from all three mouths. Haruhi's leg tightened around Hikaru, Kaoru's palm caressing it, squeezing as he came closer to that feeling he tried to hold off as long as he could, drawing out the pleasure of the wet thrusts inside his brother.
Kaoru pushed in deep, enjoying the shakes and shudders of his body as he spilled himself inside the tight warmth, Hikaru's name on his lips and in his mind. He felt the same vibrations in Hikaru's body seconds later and bit down into the already-bruised neck, knowing it would help draw out the hot-fast sensations spreading outwards from Hikaru's stomach. Haruhi's face was a deep pink, her chest flushed; Kaoru kept his gaze steady.
Slowly, tiredly, they pulled away from one another. Kaoru was last to move, overdosing on the closeness between himself and Hikaru as long as he could. It was Haruhi who reached for one of the looser sheets, pulling it over the three of them. They moved closer, bodies curled up against one another.
"Is that the end of the celebration?" came Haruhi's muffled voice from under Hikaru's arm. "Or is there more?"
"No, that's it," answered Kaoru. "Unless there was something you wanted to try."
"No, I want to sleep," said Haruhi with disinterest.
"Are you sure?" asked Hikaru, voice teasing, partially tinged with weariness.
Haruhi's snore was his answer.
Kaoru kissed him lightly. "This is the best idea we've had," he whispered.
Hikaru leaned back, offering his lips. Kaoru bit down on the softness lining Hikaru's mouth, producing a moan from him. "Kaoru..."
"Hikaru," murmured Kaoru, cuddling closer.
Author: worblehat
Genre: Ouran Host Club
Pairing: Haruhi/Hikaru/Kaoru
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not owned by me in any way.
Notes: Written for the AWDT. The prompt was "That's some reward system you have there." Unbeta'd, sorry.
Word Count: 1,836
Hikaru and Kaoru stood behind the crowd that had gathered. Grades were up and people were talking - some excitedly, some in more hushed tones - about the results. Haruhi walked up beside them, straining on tiptoe to get a better look. Her eyes widened when Kaoru's arm slipped around her waist, pulling her towards him, away from the ground.
"Put me down," she muttered.
He smiled down at her. "Don't you want to see your grades?"
"I can see them later."
Hikaru appeared behind her and, with firm hands on her hips, raised her a little bit higher. Haruhi blinked, cheeks colouring a little at the faces that had turned to look. She found her name quickly and nodded at the twins to lower her.
"So, are you going to celebrate?" asked Kaoru, smiling at her.
"Celebrate?" she repeated blankly.
"Yes," said Hikaru. "For your high marks. Kaoru and I always celebrate when we do better than we expected."
"Ah," said Haruhi. "Then no."
"Too bad," said Kaoru, slinging an arm around his brother. "Exam celebrations are the best."
"You mean a party?" asked Haruhi.
Similar smirks appeared in answer. "Better," they said together. "You can come join us, if you want," added Hikaru. "Tonight at eight," said Kaoru.
"I'm going home," said Haruhi.
*
At seven, Haruhi's cell phone buzzed. She opened it to see a text message from Hikaru.
The invitation is still open.
Haruhi deleted it.
At seven-thirty, her phone buzzed again. This time it was Kaoru.
Last chance.
She sighed, then deleted it.
Seven-forty rolled around and her phone buzzed again.
There's a car waiting outside...
Haruhi turned off her phone just as her bedroom door opened.
"Your friends are here."
She blinked at her father. "My friends?"
Hikaru's head appeared in the doorway, quickly followed by Kaoru. They lunged inside, grabbed her by the arms, and escorted her out.
All Haruhi managed to say was "-mph?"
*
The dinner was more extravagant than Haruhi was used to, even after her few weeks in the Host Club at Ouran. Napkins, roses, champagne even - everything sparkled and bloomed. She sat down, looking at all the items before meeting the twins' faces. "This is a great way to celebrate," she admitted, reaching for her fork.
"Bon Appetit," said Kaoru and Hikaru together.
They ate slowly, Haruhi enjoying her way through the various plates, smiling as she tried more and more items. The twins ate with slight disinterest, eyes meeting across the table, each leaning their head to one side as they watched.
"What time is it?" asked Haruhi.
"Probably nine-thirty," said Kaoru with a relaxed yawn.
"Perfect time to start," said Hikaru with a wink.
"Start?" asked Haruhi.
Hikaru was first to reach her. Leaning down, he breathed gently on her neck. "For the celebration."
"But..."
"Hm?" asked Kaoru, brushing his fingers against her cheek.
"I thought..."
"The food was our celebration?" asked Hikaru. He reached one hand around her waist and eased her up, body standing flush with hers. "No. That was just dinner."
"...just?" she asked. Would she never get used to how they lived?
Hikaru laughed and, along with Kaoru, guided her to a different room in the house. It was lined with all sorts of couches, surrounding a small area of space that shone. When Haruhi got closer, she saw different coloured sheets spreading across it, welcoming and soft in appearance. She looked at Kaoru. "What's this for?"
"Comfort," he answered, taking a seat on the soft black fabric.
"Try it," whispered Hikaru before his hands left her. He crawled easily onto the sheets, joining Kaoru, their hands intertwining, fingers sliding back and forth over dimly lit skin.
"I'm okay here," she said, continuing to stand.
Hikaru shifted onto his back, enveloped on either side by Kaoru, whose fingers began to slowly undo his shirt. Haruhi didn't blink when Kaoru's hands trailed circles on the newly-exposed stomach - she'd seen similar such ploys used in the Host Club before. She still had no idea what it was about them that drew in the girls at school; she didn't get it, even when Hikaru asked her politely to sit - that she didn't need to join them...unless she wanted to.
Haruhi ignored the tone in his voice, oblivious to the implications he'd woven into his words. Hikaru frowned a little.
Then he moaned.
Haruhi turned to them. Hikaru had made a strange noise, one she hadn't heard him ever make before. He sounded hurt. The look on his face was strange, too, eyes closed tight. Kaoru was bent close, his hair hiding his eyes. Haruhi crawled closer, reaching out one hand to touch his arm, shaking it gently.
Hikaru and Kaoru latched on at once. Haruhi landed against Hikaru's chest, face forward. When she looked up, she saw both sets of eyes on her. Hikaru looked fine, and so did Kaoru.
"What -"
Hikaru's eyes opened a little wider than Kaoru's, his face going a shade of pink.
"Hikaru..."
Kaoru smiled, his gaze easy and unperturbed as he slipped his tongue against Hikaru's neck, stopping just above the collarbone. His lips, pink and thin, brushed against his brother's skin before attaching firmly. Haruhi could see the soft motions of his tongue within and she watched as he sucked in, provoking the same sounds she'd heard just a few moments previous. Hikaru was struggling to keep his eyes open and Haruhi wanted to ask why, but found her mouth oddly silent just then.
"Haru...hi."
She blushed at the ragged quality in his voice - how strained it was. It felt improper somehow, being this close to both of them, but especially Hikaru, whose leg was sliding tentatively between hers, urging her further up. She tried to stand but Kaoru's grip tightened, his face showing traces of anger.
"This is important to us," he said somewhat coldly. "It's important to Hikaru."
Haruhi felt her throat go dry. She opened her mouth a few times - to ask what that meant, to assure Hikaru she didn't mean to hurt him; to say anything at all - but nothing came. Hikaru reached for her, his hands trembling, so that she lay above him. Haruhi's body felt warm, a little unfamiliar. Hikaru moved back and forth, slowly, rubbing against her. Haruhi's legs slid apart, face going red when she realised she was pushing back, pushing down against Hikaru's subtle thrusts upwards. She felt the thick hardness beneath her, separated by thin, tasteful trousers; in the back of her mind, she wondered if Hikaru was going to be mad later when his pants got rumpled by what they were doing.
Hikaru was having trouble focusing on anything other than the way his stomach tightened or how Haruhi felt, sliding back and forth above him. He knew Kaoru was already hard, his erection solid against Hikaru's back. But he couldn't stop himself, not yet, not when it felt like that or when Haruhi was breathing that shallowly, her face dark and her eyes closed.
He didn't have to.
Kaoru slid out from under him, making sure to keep a pillow beneath Hikaru's head before pulling away. He lie on his side.
"Hikaru," he said gently. His brother looked at him, then nodded at the silent signal, rolling to his side and guiding Haruhi with him. Kaoru quickly shed himself of his clothing, wrapping around Hikaru's body, closing his eyes and listening to the other two, silently enjoying the sounds between them. He took his time, pulling Hikaru's shirt free, then worked on his pants. He kissed his way down Hikaru's spine, then back up again. He knew Hikaru was waiting.
Reaching into the secret compartment they'd placed in the stack of soft pillows, Kaoru pulled out a small bottle. Opening the cap, he slid the smooth, lubricating substance against his palm, covering each finger before placing the cap back on and burying it back underneath the pillow. Watching Hikaru's face, Kaoru rubbed his coated palm and fingers around his cock, biting down on his lower lip to keep from making noise.
Not yet.
Hikaru shifted on the bed when he felt Kaoru's hand on his hip. He whispered Haruhi's name, watched her dark eyes and gripped the sheets tightly. Kaoru pushed inside, timing his movements to Hikaru's sliding in half way, resting and then forcing the rest, pressing comforting kisses to Hikaru's neck and waiting.
He looked on as Haruhi fumbled a little with the rest of her clothing, pulling down cute cotton underwear with the rabbit pattern. Kaoru stared as she scooted close, eyes cast low when Hikaru slipped one arm around her. He felt the slide of their bodies and the press of Haruhi's leg so close to his own, both surrounding Hikaru. The room was quiet when Hikaru slid his cock inside Haruhi, who seemed to be trying hard not to make any noise. Hikaru's fingers moved up and down her back in soft, inexperienced motions, urging her silently to relax. Haruhi winced a little and Hikaru moaned as he began to move back and forth. Kaoru, body pulsing, began to do the same, pushing in every time Hikaru pulled back a little; pulling back to push back in when Hikaru thrust back inside Haruhi.
Kisses, moans and high whimpers fell and pressed from all three mouths. Haruhi's leg tightened around Hikaru, Kaoru's palm caressing it, squeezing as he came closer to that feeling he tried to hold off as long as he could, drawing out the pleasure of the wet thrusts inside his brother.
Kaoru pushed in deep, enjoying the shakes and shudders of his body as he spilled himself inside the tight warmth, Hikaru's name on his lips and in his mind. He felt the same vibrations in Hikaru's body seconds later and bit down into the already-bruised neck, knowing it would help draw out the hot-fast sensations spreading outwards from Hikaru's stomach. Haruhi's face was a deep pink, her chest flushed; Kaoru kept his gaze steady.
Slowly, tiredly, they pulled away from one another. Kaoru was last to move, overdosing on the closeness between himself and Hikaru as long as he could. It was Haruhi who reached for one of the looser sheets, pulling it over the three of them. They moved closer, bodies curled up against one another.
"Is that the end of the celebration?" came Haruhi's muffled voice from under Hikaru's arm. "Or is there more?"
"No, that's it," answered Kaoru. "Unless there was something you wanted to try."
"No, I want to sleep," said Haruhi with disinterest.
"Are you sure?" asked Hikaru, voice teasing, partially tinged with weariness.
Haruhi's snore was his answer.
Kaoru kissed him lightly. "This is the best idea we've had," he whispered.
Hikaru leaned back, offering his lips. Kaoru bit down on the softness lining Hikaru's mouth, producing a moan from him. "Kaoru..."
"Hikaru," murmured Kaoru, cuddling closer.