Adopted Lovers
Tamaki stretched his limbs as he exited the hospital. The doors slid closed with a swoosh and Kyouya draped an arm around his waist, as if it was elegant cloth that would make a garment look complete. "Free at last! It feels so good to have those casts off. I can finally hug you!" He said cheerily as he wrapped his arms around Kyouya's shoulders, pulling him into an embrace.
Kyouya gave Tamaki a loving kiss on the lips, and pulled them together. Tamaki gestured kindly into the open door of the shining black limousine, and helped Kyouya duck gracefully into the opening before seating himself next to his black haired lover.
The interior was a welcome change to the constantly bland setting of the same room, ambulances, and hospital rooms. He took in the familiar smell of leather and grabbed a cup from the cooler, filling it with three ice cubes and a half cup of brandy. "Tamaki, you really shouldn't…. You only just got better." Kyouya pulled at his hand as he poured the alcohol.
"Kyouya, I have not had anything but water from your lips to drink since the accident." He frowned, taking a light sip from the glass.
"Accident?! You call what happened an accident??? She threw you down the god damn stairs!" Kyouya fumed. Tamaki gently kissed Kyouya to calm him, the freedom of being able to kiss him instead of the other way around was invigorating, and made Tamaki remember the incredible time that he had with Kyouya before what had happened.
"It doesn't matter. Really… I just want to go to the movies…" Tamaki pecked Kyouya again, smiling as he sat back down. He took another sip from his drink while Kyouya told the driver to take them to the Ootori's movie theater.
When they arrived, the movie was already set, and a menu was delivered to them so that they could order food for the movie. Kyouya ordered a plate of Ootori (lol) and Tamaki wanted an American cheeseburger. Their food was ready before the movie started, and once the staff had finished delivering it, they flicked the lights and started the movie. Tamaki looked over to Kyouya.
"S-s-saw six?" Tamaki stammered, grasping Kyouya's hand firmly. "I Thought that wasn't even out yet!" He whined, burying his head in his shoulder. The black haired boy smiled slyly. "My father is a good friend with the director. We have an advanced copy."
Kyouya gently ran his fingers through Tamaki's blond hair, kissing the top of his head with a minute smacking sound. Tamaki covered his eyes with Kyouya's hard chest, an arm hugging around his stomach for protection.
Kyouya put a hand on Tamaki's shoulder and gently massaged his neck. "We could watch something else… I just like this movie…" Kyouya frowned. Tamaki shook his head. "If you like it, then I will watch it. I can endure a movie, as long as I can sleep in your bed tonight…" He whined like a small child and Kyouya laughed.
"Of course you can, Tama-kun. Have I ever said no to that face?" He brought Tamaki's chin up with an outstretched index finger, kissing him gingerly on the lips before patting his head again. Tamaki snuggled into Kyouya's stomach, smiling like the little child that he was being treated as. Kyouya laughed, making Tamaki's head bounce lightly. A thought flashed through Tamaki's mind, making him blush.
"Something the matter, sweetie?" Kyouya looked to Tamaki's face, a well hidden grin tugged at the edges of his lips, but he maintained a worried expression. "N-nothing! It's nothing baby. I love you!" He chimed at the end of it, the blush still spread across his face.
"I know what it is…" Kyouya let the smile go, kissing Tamaki's scalp. "N-no! It's not that! I-!... Kyouya seriously! I prom-" He was cut off by the lips of his lover, smothering his words. Kyouya gently nipped the prince's bottom lip, placing his tongue against the flesh held between his teeth. Tamaki gasped, and his queen quickly took advantage of his open mouth to invade his sweet cavern.
"Mmph!~" Tamaki moaned softly. Kyouya snaked a hand onto Tamaki's thigh, enticing another moan from his throat. He retracted from the kiss to breath in, Kyouya's scent filling his lungs. "I missed this more than walking." He smiled before crashing his lips into the other's.
Kyouya started rubbing Tamaki's inner thigh, watching closely as his desire grew. He could feel it in the way that he breathed, the rate of his heart, and the heat of his skin, and it made his own desire grow. A large blood splatter covered the screen, and Tamaki jumped, Kyouya there to cradle him softly.
"Kyouya, you're the best boyfriend ever." Tamaki spoke into the warm chest of his lover, rising back to his lips. Kyouya smiled before he took Tamaki's lips again. "I know." He whispered out of the kiss. He gently started to bring his hand closer to Tamaki's groin. His fingers brushed against the hard length under the fabric, and Tamaki moaned.
Kyouya undid the button at the top of Tamaki's trousers. The strain on the pants from the extra volume caused the zipper to fall halfway down of its own accord. Tamaki gasped again, then gently nipped at Kyouya's neck, marking him with a light purple bruise. Kyouya took in a passionate breath and raised his head.
Tamaki began to unbutton Kyouya's shirt with his teeth, kissing the exposed skin every time a button was released. This made Kyouya remember the fateful night that had brought them together, and made him blush for the first time in several months. Tamaki smiled as he finished revealing Kyouya's pale stomach. He kissed the small hole in the center softly, proceeding down to his waistline.
"I missed those lips almost as much as I missed that smile." Kyouya chuckled. "I-it tickles!" He beamed. He returned his hand to Tamaki's boxers, elevated out of his half-unzipped pants. Tamaki bucked his hips and let his pants slide around his ankles, kissing Kyouya as he did so.
The fastidious brown-eyed prince gently tugged on the waistband of the younger's boxers, pulling them down far enough that his member was fully exposed. Kyouya smiled again upon the sight, having practiced for three months to make this as pleasurable for Tamaki as he had made it for him.
He softly licked the tip, enticing a bead of cum out of the minute opening. Tamaki moaned and clung to the armrests of his chair, the movie no longer a distraction. Kyouya continued to surround the sensitive head of Tamaki's member with his tongue, licking every drip of cum off of the tip before it even got a chance to fully release.
Tamaki grasped the arms of the chair harder, his fingers and knuckles going white from the pressure. He tried to restrain a moan, but it escaped nonetheless. He begged Kyouya to stop with his eyes, and he did.
"I told them to leave the building once they had started the movie. There is nothing to worry about." He breathed the words as hot air along the spine of Tamaki's member, making him squirm even more. Kyouya went back to working on his arousal, his fingers gently sliding along the shaft as he swirled his tongue around the head.
Tamaki tried to stifle a moan, but a passionately warm lick from Kyouya put his efforts to waste. His moan echoed off of the walls, reverberating back to him as a feminine moan that not only said that he loved it, but that he wanted much more. Kyouya continued his ministrations, a light moan escaping into his mouth every time a warm spurt entered his mouth.
Tamaki curled his toes around his socks, the pleasure resonating through his body making it hard to control himself. "A-ah… K-Kyouya-sempai… I… I'm!" Tamaki's warning came just as he did, a light dribble of seed dripping from Kyouya's lip. He licked his lips and smiled.
"Welcome home, sweetie." Kyouya made a loud gulping sound and moved swiftly to Tamaki's mouth. Tamaki could taste his own seed on Kyouya's tongue, both of their mouths trying to gain dominance over the other. Tamaki then rolled Kyouya over into his seat. "Your turn." He smiled, teasing a nipple with his tongue.
[I love writing in school. My best stuff comes from here… Hehehe. That's what she said.]
