(A/N: Thank you for your patience and all the positive reinforcement. This was actually a lot of trouble to write (I think that's bc i forgot how to think like a virgin, lmao), so I hope you enjoy it. As always, please let me know if you find any typos, continuity errors, or if something specific is unclear. This is being published rather hastily because it took so freaking long!)
Haruhi looked down at Hikaru's lips. He was still sleeping peacefully. She could still remember how soft they had been. That kiss had been the turning point. Easily one of the sweetest mistakes she had ever made.
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At first, for Haruhi, it was nothing special, no magic, no sparks, just lips. Albeit, they were nice, soft lips. She opened one eye to see if Hikaru was feeling what she was. But his eyes were closed. He squeezed her hand as he put more gentle force into the kiss. Clearly, he was feeling something. Haruhi closed her eye again and tried to let her body do... whatever it was that it was supposed to be doing.
Hikaru inched closer to her on the couch. His hand moved from her hands to her thigh, squeezing it lightly. He started moving his lips, parting hers. She obliged, and he slipped his tongue over hers. His other arm slid from the back of the couch, resting his hand on the small of her back. His fingers caressed her gently through her shirt.
The sensations of Hikaru's hands and Hikaru's tongue were strange to Haruhi. Not bad, necessarily, just strange- because it was not Tamaki. She kept telling herself that it was ok, that she was doing this for Tamaki, that the outcome would be worth it. Her words became white noise in her head as she convinced herself to go with the flow and enjoy the experience. She allowed her tongue to move, timidly at first, against Hikaru's.
Hikaru, pleased that Haruhi was responding, gripped her gently with his fingertips. That simple act sent a hum resonating through her body, causing it to begin reacting on its own. Her hands became bolder, one venturing from her lap up Hikaru's forearm, the other onto his thigh. Hikaru attempted to disguise his pleasured shudder by pulling Haruhi closer and deepening their kiss. To both their surprise, she did not object. Instead, her tongue became more adventurous and followed his lead.
His hands migrated to her sides. He slid his palms up her ribcage and down her hips. This elicited the slightest moan from Haruhi. She had to try very hard to overcome the embarrassment of making such a sound, but she allowed herself to continue. Hikaru sensed her hesitation, so he did not allow his hands to explore further just yet. Unfortunately, though he wanted to take things slowly and ease Haruhi into the act, he was becoming rapidly aware of his physical arousal.
His hands resumed their motion with a bit more fervor. In response to this, Haruhi's hands began to travel as well. They roamed slowly, one up his arm, the other up his torso, becoming aware of the muscle underneath the fabric. Her fingers ghosted across his shoulders and up his neck, grazing the hairs at the nape. Hikaru shivered involuntarily. He finally released Haruhi's lips and began kissing a trail from her jaw to her neck. He was gentil at first, just butterfly kisses. It was such a sweet sensation; Haruhi tilted her head, allowing him better access. Her willingness was encouraging, so his kisses became more intense. He licked and sucked and nipped up the side of her neck. When he reached her ear, she moaned again, this time with a bit less inhibition. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged on it slightly. This elicited an impassioned groan from Hikaru. He laid her back on the couch.
He hovered over her, unsure of whether to continue. The look in her eyes as she looked up into his went from lustful to aware to concerned.
"Why did you stop?" she asked. "Don't stop. If you stop, then I'll get nervous." She seemed so innocent for what she was asking.
"You are so cute," he chuckled as he lowered his lips once again onto hers.
Their tongues undulated against each other, and soon their bodies began to do the same. Hikaru's hands resumed their exploration of Haruhi's body, much more boldly than before. As his hands traveled up the sides of her ribs, his thumbs caressed her breasts. He hovered over her as he expertly unbuttoned her blouse. He took an extra moment to admire the beauty beneath him. Then he lowered his mouth onto her newly exposed chest.
A hot chill ran through Haruhi when she was suddenly exposed to the man hovering over her, but she made no attempt to cover herself. And when his mouth made contact with the skin between her breasts, her back arched up of its own accord. Hikaru took that opportunity to unclasp her bra. He once again ran his hands up her sides and his thumbs over her breasts.
The sensation of his hands exploring her body was intoxicating. Her hands found their way under the hem of his shirt and began to take their own turn at exploration. His torso was hot and sinewy. She could feel under his soft skin, his muscles contract and relax as he balanced himself over her. Before her hands had migrated much higher, Hikaru removed his shirt for her, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.
Hauhi was surprised at what she saw. She was not sure what she had been expecting, possibly something that resembled the body of the boy from high school. But this was the body of a man. She was surprised by the definition of his muscles - and by the tattoo over his left breast. She brushed her fingers over it curiously. Hikaru pressed her hand flush against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding. It sent a flutter through her, and her own heart began to beat harder. Hikaru guided her hand up and around his neck; her other followed suit. His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her up onto his lap. Naturally, her legs wrapped themselves around his hips.
Once again they were lip-locked and exploring each other. Haruhi's unbuttoned shirt and bra fell from her shoulders when Hikaru began kissing down her neck. As his trail continued to her chest, he tilted her backward for better access. This shifted her weight right onto his groin. Until that point, he had been managing to restrain himself to what he thought she could handle. Suddenly, that had become nearly impossible as most of his blood had now left his head. He grabbed her hips and ground his pelvis up against hers; he hissed with a sharp pleasured inhale.
Haruhi gasped and dug her fingernails into Hikaru's shoulders. She could feel the burning need between her legs pressed right up against the cure between his (so close and yet so far). Her hips began rocking cautiously at first, but that only intensified her need. Still, she continued the motion. Then Hikaru began to assist her; he began to move in time with her and push her down onto him, increasing the friction.
Haruhi was losing herself in the sensations- Hikaru's hands on her waist, his body against hers, his lips on her skin, his manhood... Her hands began to fumble with his belt buckle. Even if she had never actually done it before, her body knew exactly what it needed and where to find it.
Hikaru leaned back on the couch and caressed Haruhi's thighs as he watched her unbuckle his belt. When she had succeeded, she began to unbutton the fly of his jeans. Her thumb unintentionally brushed up against his now fully erect member, which pressed acutely against the fabric of his pants. She was surprised at how very hard it was, so she deliberately rubbed her thumb up it again. Hikaru's abdominal muscles and the member itself both twitched in reaction. A lustful groan escaped Hikaru's throat.
Before Haruhi could continue with the fly, Hikaru stood from the couch, lifting her with him. She squeaked from surprise.
"Bedroom," was all he said.
Suddenly, the nervous voice in Haruhi's head got much louder again. She realized that this was really about to happen. Her heart began to race, but not in the fluttery, excited way, like before. Now it was anticipative and anxious. She unconsciously gripped Hikaru's shoulders, her fingers trembling ever-so-slightly. He looked at her and saw the worry written on her face. That was all the buzz-kill he needed. He sighed and let her to her feet.
Haruhi was confused for a moment. Then she sighed annoyedly. "See, this is what I mean. This is exactly what happened with Tamaki, too. He did the exact same thing that you just did."
Hikaru said nothing, but he understood the problem now. He paused for a moment before suggesting, "Ok, well, we'll go to the bedroom, and we'll see what happens." That was all he had at the moment. He really had no idea what exactly was going to happen, or even what he wanted to happen. But Haruhi nodded and they entered her bedroom together.
(A/N: I know! I hate me too! But it couldn't be helped, they couldn't have sex right now; it just didn't happen that way. If you hate me too, review, and tell me. If you love me anyway, review and tell me! Also, I noticed that some of you said that you had some thoughts about what it is that Hikaru is obsessing over. So far, I only know of one person who nailed it, so please if you think you know, I'd love to hear from you- preferably by pm instead of review.)