TamaKyo emotions- Yay! This is just- Yeah. It'll turn into Mpreg. Cause Kyoya would be an emotional mofo during pregnancy. And yeah. Let's begin. I own nothing!


Tamaki walked into his mansion, Kyoya at his side. The two had a long day at school. They walked into Tamaki's large room. Kyoya had always loved the blonde's room; it was at least 280 square feet with a large ceiling. It was a creamish-pale pink color with crown molding. It had hard wood floors with double doors at the north side. A white piano was situated in the middle of the room, Tamaki's white bed in the corner. A desk was in the west side with a few bookshelves. Kyoya sat on the plush couch and Tamaki lit the fireplace.

The two sat and snuggled, Kyoya pressed against his lover's chest. "Je'taime." Tamaki whispered running slender fingers through Kyoya's raven hair. "Aishiteru." Kyoya whispered back. Tamaki smiled and kissed his forehead. Kyoya shifted and accidentally grinded against his lover's crotch area. Tamaki bit his lip and tried to calm the shifting in his stomach. He moved slightly away, but too late. Kyoya felt the slight firmness in his pants.

Kyoya looked up. "Need some help?" He murmured, slipping off of the couch to kneel in front of him. Tamaki nodded and sat up, spreading his legs. He gripped the couch as Kyoya unbuckled the black leather belt that held Tamaki's black school trousers tight on his waist. Kyoya tugged the lavender boxers down, Tamaki's length springing out. The gray-brown eyed teen looked up. He leaned forward, pale hands holding onto Tamaki's thighs.

Kyoya's lips parted and his tongue poked out. A breath left Tamaki's lungs as he watched crow black hair fall over his waist. Kyoya glanced up, lips wrapping around the head of Tamaki's dick. The 6'0 blonde smiled and stroked the 5'10 brunette's hair. Kyoya only got about four inches of Tamaki's 10 inch manhood in his mouth. He was inexperienced but that made him perfect. Tiny sucks with the little noises and a bit of tongue and some accident teeth. Tamaki smiled lovingly, letting a moan leave his lips.

Kyoya looked up for reassurance. Tamaki nodded and stroked his hollowing, pale cheeks. The raven haired boy looked at the place just above Tamaki's groin, onyx eyes narrowed in concentration. Tamaki moaned and growled, fingers tangling in Kyoya's hair. He snapped his hips forward, but pulled back, having felt Kyoya gag. A knot was forming in his lower stomach. Kyoya was so inexperienced but it was so good and who said that was a- "Oh-" the breathy moan was whispered out as he climaxed.

Kyoya gagged and coughed. He knew Tamaki didn't mean to, but he hated to swallow. He choked and ended up swallowing Tamaki's seed anyway. The blonde shivered and gave a sympathetic smile. He tucked himself away and stood. He pulled Kyoya up and kissed him. Hard. He tugged at Kyoya's thighs and the Uke wrapped his arms around Tamaki's shoulders, leg wrapping around Tamaki's waist. The Seme was holding his lover up by his bottom, tongues tangling together.

He stumbled over and gently laid the smaller teen on his sheets. He peeled their powder blue blazers off, black ties with their purple horizontal stripe and white dress shirts following. Tamaki's fingers ran over Kyoya's torso, smiling as he pulled away. Kyoya's was pulling at Tamaki's pretty well defined chest. The violet eyes one gently massaged the sensitive pink nubs on Kyoya's chest, watching happily as a small breathy moan left his love's lips. He leaned down and placed his lips where his fingers had been.

Kyoya tangled his fingers in the blonde locks, sighing. Tamaki peppered kisses on the way down, kissing almost every inch of skin he could reach. He slipped Kyoya's matching black belt and trousers off, nipping at the skin just above the blue silk boxers. Tamaki slipped his pants off and left his boxers on. Kyoya's blue ones came off and his erection sprang free. Tamaki grinned and kissed his inner thighs. He used his skilled hands to his Kyoya's hips, guiding his thighs to rest on his shoulders.

"Wha-" Kyoya's question was cut off when Tamaki gently lapped at Kyoya's entrance with his tongue. A breathy moan escaped the teased teen's lips as Tamaki gently pried his entrance open with his tongue. Tamaki pulled away and put three fingers to the Ohtori's lips. After making sure they were thoroughly covered, he propped Kyoya's slender legs up on his shoulders. Though the two had fucked and made love before, Tamaki made sure to prepare him every time.

Kyoya smiled softly and nodded. Tamaki was too sweet sometimes. Especially when they were plain fucking. That's when Kyoya wanted things quick and rough; Tamaki being quite the lover at heart couldn't move quick. But times like this made everything worthwhile. When it was just him and Tamaki. He remembered the first time they actually 'made love'. Tamaki arrived at his house when his father was out, Tachibana was out and the maids were sleeping. The French-Japanese teen had shown up with a dozen red and lavender roses and a small bottle of strawberry lubricant.

Of course, Tamaki topped since Kyoya was very inexperienced. That was almost a year ago; Kyoya was still inexperienced and always let Tamaki top. Not that he minded. A slick finger prodding at his entrance and slipping inside of him, broke his from his thoughts. He looked up at the beautiful blonde above him and leaned up to kiss him. His lover smiled and kissed back, moving the finger. Little pants filled the air as Kyoya pulled away from the kiss. A second finger was added and Kyoya tilted his head back. His beautiful eyes were closed in bliss. Tamaki stretched his fingers apart, twisting and prodding, looking for-"Oh~"-his lover's prostate. Tamaki slipped his third finger in, watching the Angel below him. He soon became too needy and positioned himself after slicking his member up with lube he found under his blankets.

He pushed in, pressing their lips together in confusing patterns. He stooped as soon as he was buried into the hilt. The two had never felt so complete in their whole lives. Kyoya opened his eyes and smiled. Shit. He absolutely adored Tamaki like this. How his violet eyes gleamed with love and other emotions, none of them lust, and how perfectly their bodies joined. They fit together like puzzle pieces, despite being complete opposites. Kyoya was stoic and sealed off, yet easy to seriously emotionally damage, and Tamaki was open and full of passion, but hard to damage majorly when it came to emotions. Kyoya was more likely to lock himself in his room and sob if damaged enough. Tamaki gave crocodile tears for manipulation, but became cold and sealed off when seriously offended. The two were day and night, light and dark, fire and water, and yet were perfect together.

After a minute, Tamaki moved. Slowly, they had all the time in the world. Kyoya smiled. His eyes gleamed with the same emotions as Tamaki's. The taller blonde removed his glasses, smiling even more at the slightly hazy onyx eyes. "H-Hey! I-pant- need those to see." Kyoya protested breathlessly. He was so cute like this. Tamaki smiled, his thrusts gentle and smooth. Kyoya watched him with hazy and unfocused eyes. They moved in perfect sync. Tamaki was breathing softly, watching the boy underneath him. Kyoya's eyes were closed in bliss and his cheeks were painted red. Tamaki had a dopey look on his face. Heat began to build in both of the lover's stomachs. They didn't speed up or rush anything. This was their time.

Kyoya came softly, moan about how loud his voice normally was. Tamaki followed just by looking at Kyoya's love filled eyes. The two laid next to each other, cuddling. Tamaki stood and left Kyoya to snuggle under his fluffy sheets. He ran a bath and put the lavender scented bath oil that Kyoya liked. He returned to the bedroom and scooped the drifting Kyoya up. He set the raven haired teen in the tub and grabbed a couple fluffy towels. He joined his lover, sitting down next to him. The two snuggled in the warm water, doing sappy romantic things like washing each other's hair and splashing like kids. Tamaki drained the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist and then around Kyoya's shoulders. The two changed, Tamaki into a tank top and gray cotton plaid pants of the commoners.

He turned to brush his hair and when he turned around, the cutest thing he had ever seen pierced his sights. Kyoya had on one of his shirts, a dark purple cotton one, and a pair of black boxers. His hair was mused and damp, signaling he had already dried most of his hair. The teen was curled under Tamaki's blankets and was sleeping soundly. Tamaki finished and crawled into bed next to him. He wrapped an arm around the pale one's waist and buried his nose in the other's hair. His hand was splayed on the covered stomach. Funny, seeing what would come in a few short weeks...