The Morning After
Author's notes:
Right, well... Not really sure what to say about this... It's my first ever fic that might resemble a lemon (on my own, at least), so please be kind. I have no idea if any of this is right, but I tried my best.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ouran.
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The light of the morning sun shines through the window of the large bedroom, glinting off the shiny metal latches and appearing hazier through the filmy gauze curtains. Dull illumination forms on the fabrics in the room; the carpet, the bedclothes, the garments scattered all about on the floor...
Kyouya caught Tamaki's lips in another harsh kiss, tugging at and ripping the buttons on the blonde's shirt and letting the article of clothing drop to the floor along with the others...
Light falls onto the bed, and on the two peaceful forms lying upon it under the duvet. Crawling up to the head of the bed, it threads through their hair, becoming golden in the blonde and bluish in the black...
Long, meticulous fingers, used to the keyboard of a laptop, or a notebook and pen, laced into fair locks and brought their lips together again...
Tamaki's eyelids flutter gently in the morning light and large, violet-blue irises reveal themselves, slightly groggy right now, but still full of life and youthful, bouncy energy and exuberance. Their gaze moves to the dark-haired boy wrapped lovingly in his arms, and whose grip he himself is in. The dark eyelashes are curled gently on the slender cheekbones and Tamaki knows that behind the eyelids are hidden dark, onyx-coloured orbs...
Kyouya's normally cold eyes glazed over with lust as he enjoyed the feeling of Tamaki's lips on every inch of his pale, exposed skin...
Tamaki hugs Kyouya's sleeping form closer and rests his head on his raven-haired lover's shoulder, breathing in the tea-tree and mint smell he associates with him and savouring the feeling of the smooth skin against his own...
Skin, damp with perspiration, slid over other skin as Kyouya pushed himself into tight heat, alternately sighing and panting...
The handsome blonde sighs now, a sigh of contentment and joy for how he feels right now, the morning after he and Kyouya...
They became closer with every moment, every movement; closer to that point where they knew they'd feel amazing pleasure and then complete peace...
He feels a shifting weight in the circle of his arms, and looks to see Kyouya slowly drifting back to consciousness, eyes opening and shutting slowly to adjust to the soft light. The promised dark gray circles of eyes show themselves and Tamaki smiles very slightly...
Tamaki, through the haze of pure exhilaration that had hit him so wonderfully, felt movement inside him as Kyouya extracted himself and collapsed, panting, beside him...
"I love you."
"I love you too."