Ouran High School Host Club: Laced Up
Title: Laced Up
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Tamaki/Kyouya
Warnings: Sexkitten!Tamaki
Summary: Since Tamaki stripped for Kyouya he wants Kyouya to dress up for him.
“I stripped for you Mommy, so now I want you to wear this for me.” Tamaki said, pressing the bundle of clothes into Kyouya’s hands.
Kyouya looked blankly at the pink and purple lace and frills on his arms and sighed. He wasn’t even sure how to put all of it on but he nodded and went behind the changing screen.
He started with the fishnet thigh-highs first since they seemed the most straight forward. He rolled them on without incident then looked at the lacy panties that came with them. He frowned but complied silently, slipping his boxers off and pulling the lacy underwear on. The material was itchy and Kyouya had to fight the urge to pull them off and tell Tamaki no. The problem with that was that Tamaki had done as he asked and if he gave up now then Tamaki would never complete his next fantasy. He stepped forward to grab the next piece of his costume then froze, his body alight with the delicate feel of the lace and silk against his legs, making him shiver and imagine that it was feather light kisses.
After a moment Kyouya regained his composure and walked very carefully over to the mirror and picked up his next piece. The corset was deep purple leather that was soft to the touch. Kyouya wrapped it around himself but he was unsure of how it was going to get laced. Tamaki strode around the screen at just that moment though and took the laces from him.
“Let daddy help you with that.” Tamaki purred, pulling the laces tight.
Tamaki laced the corset just tight enough that it made Kyouya’s hips flare but not so tight that it cut off oxygen. He tied the laces into a neat bow before pressing Kyouya into a chair and slipping a pair of strappy stiletto heels onto his feet.
“Did you practice like I asked you to, mommy?” Tamaki asked.
Kyouya gritted his teeth and nodded. Tamaki took his hand and helped him to his feet then strode around the corner to lounge on one of the many couches.
“Tamaki, is there a reason that you wanted to do this in the Music Room?” Kyouya asked, standing uncomfortably in front of the curtain.
“There is, but I’m not telling you what it is yet. Now come over here, I want to see you.” Tamaki commanded softly.
Kyouya found that it was impossible not to swing your hips when walking in heels so he let his body flow along in time with the sway of his hips. He made it to Tamaki and paused, trying vainly to stand in a manner that was sexy. Tamaki grinned up at him and raised a hand to gesticulate in a circular motion.
“Turn all the way around for me, Love. I want to see all of you.”
Kyouya turned as gracefully as he could manage, and gasped when the lace panties pulled tight against his crotch, It seemed that in that moment all the blood in his body relocated to his cock and he bit his lip to keep from groaning helplessly.
Tamaki saw his reaction and laughed softly. He grabbed Kyouya’s hand and pulled him down to straddle his legs. Kyouya moaned when he felt Tamaki’s erection rub against his backside and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding against it.
“Not so fast mommy. Unbuckle my pants and pull me out.” Tamaki murmured as he pressed kisses along the top of Kyouya’s corset.
Kyouya shakily opened Tamakis pants and palmed his length. Tamaki was hot and hard in his hand and he wanted nothing more than to feel it inside him. He pulled Tamakis pants open as far as they would go then looked up for further instruction.
Tamaki pulled his lacy underwear over to the side and ran a warm fingertip around Kyouya’s opening.
“Do you need me to prepare you or do you think you’re still ready from earlier?” Tamaki asked.
Kyouya shivered and gasped. “Just fuck me, daddy.”
Tamaki growled and grabbed the lube off the coffee table and slicked some onto his cock then lifted Kyouya up and impaled him. Kyouya bit his lip to keep from screaming as pleasure mixed with pain sharply. He didn’t want Tamaki to stop though, so he rocked forward urgently and sealed his mouth over the blond’s. Tamaki dug his fingertips into Kyouya's hips and leant down to press kisses to the soft leather of his corset. Kyouya could feel the heat and pressure of Tamakis kisses but he couldn’t feel the texture of Tamakis lips against his skin.
“I can’t feel that…” Kyouya whimpered.
“Can you feel this though?” Tamaki responded, thrusting up sharply.
Kyouya felt his eyes roll back as Tamaki hammered at his prostate. It was too much, the lace was rubbing roughly against his erection and Kyouya keened as his orgasm built.
“Come for my Kyouya, I know you’re close.” Tamaki ordered, slamming their hips together.
Kyouya screamed as he came, his cock spurting all over the panties he wore and soaking through to Tamakis uniform. Tamaki thrusted once more before succumbing to his own orgasm. Tamaki fell back against the couch sated, but Kyouya glared.
“Take this thing off of me so I can relax, Tamaki.”
Tamaki unlaced the corset deftly and threw it to the floor. Kyouya sighed in relief and curled up against Tamaki’s chest.
“Now, why did we have to do this in the club room?”
“I was going to put some of Honey-Senpai's cake on you, but I couldn’t wait that long.” Tamaki answered.
“You know that I’ll get you back for this, right?”
“I look forward to it.”
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Tamaki/Kyouya
Warnings: Sexkitten!Tamaki
Summary: Since Tamaki stripped for Kyouya he wants Kyouya to dress up for him.
“I stripped for you Mommy, so now I want you to wear this for me.” Tamaki said, pressing the bundle of clothes into Kyouya’s hands.
Kyouya looked blankly at the pink and purple lace and frills on his arms and sighed. He wasn’t even sure how to put all of it on but he nodded and went behind the changing screen.
He started with the fishnet thigh-highs first since they seemed the most straight forward. He rolled them on without incident then looked at the lacy panties that came with them. He frowned but complied silently, slipping his boxers off and pulling the lacy underwear on. The material was itchy and Kyouya had to fight the urge to pull them off and tell Tamaki no. The problem with that was that Tamaki had done as he asked and if he gave up now then Tamaki would never complete his next fantasy. He stepped forward to grab the next piece of his costume then froze, his body alight with the delicate feel of the lace and silk against his legs, making him shiver and imagine that it was feather light kisses.
After a moment Kyouya regained his composure and walked very carefully over to the mirror and picked up his next piece. The corset was deep purple leather that was soft to the touch. Kyouya wrapped it around himself but he was unsure of how it was going to get laced. Tamaki strode around the screen at just that moment though and took the laces from him.
“Let daddy help you with that.” Tamaki purred, pulling the laces tight.
Tamaki laced the corset just tight enough that it made Kyouya’s hips flare but not so tight that it cut off oxygen. He tied the laces into a neat bow before pressing Kyouya into a chair and slipping a pair of strappy stiletto heels onto his feet.
“Did you practice like I asked you to, mommy?” Tamaki asked.
Kyouya gritted his teeth and nodded. Tamaki took his hand and helped him to his feet then strode around the corner to lounge on one of the many couches.
“Tamaki, is there a reason that you wanted to do this in the Music Room?” Kyouya asked, standing uncomfortably in front of the curtain.
“There is, but I’m not telling you what it is yet. Now come over here, I want to see you.” Tamaki commanded softly.
Kyouya found that it was impossible not to swing your hips when walking in heels so he let his body flow along in time with the sway of his hips. He made it to Tamaki and paused, trying vainly to stand in a manner that was sexy. Tamaki grinned up at him and raised a hand to gesticulate in a circular motion.
“Turn all the way around for me, Love. I want to see all of you.”
Kyouya turned as gracefully as he could manage, and gasped when the lace panties pulled tight against his crotch, It seemed that in that moment all the blood in his body relocated to his cock and he bit his lip to keep from groaning helplessly.
Tamaki saw his reaction and laughed softly. He grabbed Kyouya’s hand and pulled him down to straddle his legs. Kyouya moaned when he felt Tamaki’s erection rub against his backside and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding against it.
“Not so fast mommy. Unbuckle my pants and pull me out.” Tamaki murmured as he pressed kisses along the top of Kyouya’s corset.
Kyouya shakily opened Tamakis pants and palmed his length. Tamaki was hot and hard in his hand and he wanted nothing more than to feel it inside him. He pulled Tamakis pants open as far as they would go then looked up for further instruction.
Tamaki pulled his lacy underwear over to the side and ran a warm fingertip around Kyouya’s opening.
“Do you need me to prepare you or do you think you’re still ready from earlier?” Tamaki asked.
Kyouya shivered and gasped. “Just fuck me, daddy.”
Tamaki growled and grabbed the lube off the coffee table and slicked some onto his cock then lifted Kyouya up and impaled him. Kyouya bit his lip to keep from screaming as pleasure mixed with pain sharply. He didn’t want Tamaki to stop though, so he rocked forward urgently and sealed his mouth over the blond’s. Tamaki dug his fingertips into Kyouya's hips and leant down to press kisses to the soft leather of his corset. Kyouya could feel the heat and pressure of Tamakis kisses but he couldn’t feel the texture of Tamakis lips against his skin.
“I can’t feel that…” Kyouya whimpered.
“Can you feel this though?” Tamaki responded, thrusting up sharply.
Kyouya felt his eyes roll back as Tamaki hammered at his prostate. It was too much, the lace was rubbing roughly against his erection and Kyouya keened as his orgasm built.
“Come for my Kyouya, I know you’re close.” Tamaki ordered, slamming their hips together.
Kyouya screamed as he came, his cock spurting all over the panties he wore and soaking through to Tamakis uniform. Tamaki thrusted once more before succumbing to his own orgasm. Tamaki fell back against the couch sated, but Kyouya glared.
“Take this thing off of me so I can relax, Tamaki.”
Tamaki unlaced the corset deftly and threw it to the floor. Kyouya sighed in relief and curled up against Tamaki’s chest.
“Now, why did we have to do this in the club room?”
“I was going to put some of Honey-Senpai's cake on you, but I couldn’t wait that long.” Tamaki answered.
“You know that I’ll get you back for this, right?”
“I look forward to it.”