Ouran High School Host Club: Daddy
Title: Daddy
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
“Kyouya, come to daddy.”
Kyouya found himself instantly responding to the purred command and stood silently in front of his best friend.
“Yes, Tamaki?”
“What did you call me?” The blonde asked imperiously and Kyouya felt a shiver of apprehension run down his spine.
“Yes Daddy?”
Tamaki looked pleased with his answer and reached out to cup the older boys’ cheek.
“Get on your knees in front of Daddy.” The hand on his face became cruel as he pushed him to his knees.
Tamaki made quick work of his own belt and pants before placing his hand on the back of his lovers head. Kyouya took the hint and leaned forward to suck at the tip of him. The hand on the back of his head tightened its grip and Kyouya hurriedly took more of him in his mouth. Soon Tamaki was thrusting into Kyouya's mouth viciously, barely allowing his friend a chance to breathe between strokes.
Tamaki's rough treatment was causing Kyouya a bit of a problem. Both of the darker boys’ hands had to hold onto Tamaki's hips to keep himself steady, leaving him with nothing to touch himself with. Even in his pleasure fogged state he refused to rut himself against the floor or anything else-it was too undignified.
Tamaki was close, Kyouya could feel it in the way his hands were clenched in his hair and the erratic thrust of his hips. With a keening wail the blonde began to pulse down his throat. Kyouya was unable to swallow everything his Lord had to offer and pulled back, causing Tamaki to spray his chin and flecks to cover his glasses. Tamaki sank to the floor bonelessly and glanced over at his lover. With a wicked grin he crawled over him, straddling his hips.
“Let Daddy clean you up.” He purred, lapping at his face. Once satisfied that Kyouya was clean he ground his hips against his still unsated lover. The dark haired boy arched into the sensation with a hoarse cry.
“Daddy will take care of that too-if that’s what Mommy wants.”
Kyouya tried to find the correct words to make Tamaki ease the tension that was coiled in his stomach but found himself incapable. He could only nod feverently and hope it was enough. Obviously it was because not a second later he was swallowed expertly and he was coming. Tamaki slithered back up his body and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
“That’s why I’m Daddy.”
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
“Kyouya, come to daddy.”
Kyouya found himself instantly responding to the purred command and stood silently in front of his best friend.
“Yes, Tamaki?”
“What did you call me?” The blonde asked imperiously and Kyouya felt a shiver of apprehension run down his spine.
“Yes Daddy?”
Tamaki looked pleased with his answer and reached out to cup the older boys’ cheek.
“Get on your knees in front of Daddy.” The hand on his face became cruel as he pushed him to his knees.
Tamaki made quick work of his own belt and pants before placing his hand on the back of his lovers head. Kyouya took the hint and leaned forward to suck at the tip of him. The hand on the back of his head tightened its grip and Kyouya hurriedly took more of him in his mouth. Soon Tamaki was thrusting into Kyouya's mouth viciously, barely allowing his friend a chance to breathe between strokes.
Tamaki's rough treatment was causing Kyouya a bit of a problem. Both of the darker boys’ hands had to hold onto Tamaki's hips to keep himself steady, leaving him with nothing to touch himself with. Even in his pleasure fogged state he refused to rut himself against the floor or anything else-it was too undignified.
Tamaki was close, Kyouya could feel it in the way his hands were clenched in his hair and the erratic thrust of his hips. With a keening wail the blonde began to pulse down his throat. Kyouya was unable to swallow everything his Lord had to offer and pulled back, causing Tamaki to spray his chin and flecks to cover his glasses. Tamaki sank to the floor bonelessly and glanced over at his lover. With a wicked grin he crawled over him, straddling his hips.
“Let Daddy clean you up.” He purred, lapping at his face. Once satisfied that Kyouya was clean he ground his hips against his still unsated lover. The dark haired boy arched into the sensation with a hoarse cry.
“Daddy will take care of that too-if that’s what Mommy wants.”
Kyouya tried to find the correct words to make Tamaki ease the tension that was coiled in his stomach but found himself incapable. He could only nod feverently and hope it was enough. Obviously it was because not a second later he was swallowed expertly and he was coming. Tamaki slithered back up his body and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
“That’s why I’m Daddy.”