Part Two
Alright, here is part two!
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Kyouya stepped away from dinner- all the customers were gone, and everyone was finished eating. He ran a hand through his hair, and took a glance at Hikaru.
Hikaru mimicked Kyouya, pushing his chair away and setting his napkin on the table. "I am going to take a quick trip to the bathroom," he stated for Kaoru, who was busy flirting away with Harhui. With that taken care of, he walked out into the hall, walking towards the closest bathroom.
Kyouya followed him, slipped a hand across Hikaru's mouth, and pulled him into the nearest room, shutting the door before letting him go. He leaned against it, smirking, a mildly amused gleam in his dark eyes.
Hikaru tried to scream when he was pulled into the room and only became more scared when he saw that his kidnapper was Kyouya. "Kyou, you could have just asked me," he poined out, rubbing his neck where it was now sore.
"Oh, but asking isn't any fun," Kyouya said, crossing his arms on his chest, "No fun at all."
"But Kyouya I..." Hikaru began then just sighed and assumed this was going to just be another one of their little fuck fests. Ten minutes and it would be over.
"Exactly," Kyouya said, kissing Hikaru almost tenderly. He moved his hands up the twin's shirt as he leaned over to lick his ear.
Hikaru tried to keep his mouth closed, not ready to give in so soon. Its not like he was a little girly virgin. He could just as well as Kyouya if he tried. His hands dragged gently over Kyouya's shirt before moving to the from and inching closer to the other's nipples.
Kyouya bit Hikaru's earlobe and lifted his shirt away before reaching into his own pocket. He pulled out a blindfold. "Want to try it?"
He looked up as his fingers lightly brushed over Kyouya's nipple. All he could do was nod and him, worried his voice might crack already. He was pathetic.
Kyouya chuckled and tied the black blindfold around the boy's head, making sure it was nice and snug. His fingers quickly found Hikaru's pants and let them drop to the ground, and he pulled off his own shirt.
Hikaru blindly groped his way down Kyouya's body, looking for the zipper of his pants and finally found it. He pulled it down slowly and sank to his knees as he pulled the pants off his lover.
Kyouya smirked, even though Hikaru couldn't see it. It was a dangerous sort of smirk. He shoved Hikaru against the wall, pressing the entire length of their bodies against one another's, ravaging the redhead's lips. He tangled his hands in Hikaru's hair, tugging.
Hikaru grunted into the kiss, his hair being pulled a little too rough. His hands moved up to Kyouya's s nipples once again, thumbing them.
Kyouya moved his hands down Hikaru's sides and then down his thighs, lightly dragging his nails.
"Mngh," Hikaru whined, squirming a bit before he made himself stand straighter, ignoring the extra feelings that were growing in his groin. "Kyouya.."
Kyouya silenced him with a rough kiss, rubbing his arousal against Hikaru's, moaning into the other's mouth. His glasses were a little fogged up from the heat emanating from both of them.
Moving his hands up, he groped around for Kyouya's glasses, at last finding them and removing the cumbersome burden. They were bumping into his cheek and after a few minutes, it was becoming rather annoying. "Hurry Kyouya," Hikaru begged, pulling himself away from Kyouya, and turning around to give Kyouya a full-access view.
Kyouya's vision now slightly blurrier, swiftly leaned down to take a small bottle of lube out of the pocket of his discarded pants, and spread it along his fingers. He warmed it quickly, his smirk growing a little wider. He stood back up, leaning against Hikaru again. He kissed and bit the other's neck as he slid one finger into his entrance.
His body shook as the finger entered and once he was able to get his body used to the feeling, he relaxed his muscles a bit more. "I'm not a girl, Kyouya. I can take more you know."
"Fine then," Kyouya muttered, and slid two fingers in without further warning. He bit Hikaru's neck harder, and sucked on his neck, harder as well.
This was what he was looking for! "Ahh!" He couldn't help but arch his back, holding the wall in front of him firmly but with all but steady hands. Hikaru pushed himself back onto Kyouya's fingers, trying to find their rhythm.
Kyouya pulled his fingers out and quickly slicked his length before pushing in, placing his hands on Hikaru's waist, starting to thrust. Hikaru was nice and tight, and hot. He licked the other's ear, halfway playfully.
Hikaru couldn't help a small giggle that escaped his throat when his ear was licked. It was his most ticklish spot. He could feel his hole being stretched quickly, thanks to his rush on the preparation, and his knees felt like they were going to give out on him. "I- nnah- stand-"
Kyouya pulled out, dragged Hikaru over to one of the art tables, and shoved him onto it. He thrust back in again with a groan, reaching around to stroke the other's length.
"Better," Hikaru laughed, placing his hand on top of Kyouya's, stroking himself with the other's hand. He could feel himself getting close, the position making Kyouya nail him deeper.
Kyouya was looking for his sweet spot, thrusting faster and harder.
Hikaru slammed his fist down on the table as his orgasm began, his hand landing in something that he couldn't see. "Ungh! Kyou!"
"Gnaah!" Kyouya let his own orgasm overcome him, and he relentlessly pounded Hikaru into the table, until the rush ebbed away. He flicked his dark hair out of his equally dark eyes, and pulled out.
Hikaru pulled the blindfold off his head, blinking a few times before leaning against the table in one of his host poses. "You're not much of one for afterglow are you?"
Kyouya chuckled, "No, not particularly," he said, noting the pose. "You've got something on your hand."
Looking down, he saw the red paint that marked up his hand. "Shit!" He looked around for something to wipe it on, distraught when the only thing in the room was there clothes. "Great, I doubt I can make it to a bathroom and back without anyone seeing me," he pointed out, looking down at his cum-spotted legs and his red hand.
"I dare you to try," Kyouya smirked.
