Author's Notes: This idea has been tumbling around in my head for a few days. I think I read an awesome Hitachiincest fic involving syrup way back when, but never one with Haruhi involved. Yeah, they're my OT3, kind of. Never wrote Ouran before, aside from roleplaying, and this has sparked my interest in writing more of this series. For now, just enjoy some pointless PWP in the form of vague food pr0n.
All characters in this work belong to Bisco Hatori.
There wasn't really time to ponder how this all came about.
Things had started off innocently enough; they'd been talking about their favorite things. When the subject came to foods, she made what was possibly a mistake by inquiring what it was they liked so much about maple syrup.
Identical, Cheshire grins had been her only response at first.
Even though she could normally tell them apart quite easily, in the dark it was so very difficult to concentrate.
Not when sticky, sweet maple slid over her skin, and all that she could perceive was the sensation of two tongues, lapping greedily at the sugary treat.
Undulating, sinuous, and serpentine, they moved individually, but also in perfect harmony.
Even when it seemed there was no more, she found herself shivering as one of them drizzled more syrup over her body, beginning the process all over again.
Endlessly licking at the sweet rivulets, sometimes they would linger in a particular spot, thrilling it with soft lips and an occasional scrape of teeth. They hummed their sounds of approval at her own breathless whimpers.
When she felt her pleasure coiling tight within her to the point of bursting, she found no voice to cry either of their names, only an incoherent moan of ecstasy tore itself from her lips.
But neither of them appeared to mind.
As white stars danced behind her eyes, she was vaguely aware of two warm bodies sliding against her, a tangle of arms holding her comfortably between them.
"Hey, Hikaru."
"Hm?"
"I think we managed to confuse her for a while about who was who."
"For once."
She drifted off to sleep, carried by the gentle sound of two throaty laughs, delivered in perfect symmetry.