Reverent hands glide across delicate flesh.
It's the slow arch of Haruhi's back that does Kyoya in, and he can't help but inhale before dragging his lips across the sweet concave between her suggestive hips. Nor does he bother to control himself as Haruhi responds to his touch with a tell-tale press of her body against his—legs wrapped around Kyoya's waist promising that she is up for come what may.
Impulse pulls Haruhi away from the bed and into Kyoya's lap, where he handles her with the same adoration and fascination that's kept her captivated since the beginning. Tilting her head skyward, she offers Kyoya an unchaste kiss that he greedily accepts in the hunger of memory as their breath and bodies align.
