The smut that I was stuck on. XD Blame it, but this is (actually) the first (and only) complete smut I ever wrote for KyouXHika. Everything else will (and shall) be snippets. :3
Warnings: yaoi, lemon/smut/lime, boy-boy, don't like, don't read, sexual situations and love, some masochist tendencies (on Hikaru's behalf), and basically M-rated things that include but aren't limited to kisses, sex, and etc. Some language, not much, and that applies to most, if not all of these prompts. Disclaimer: See the first prompt.
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--50-short stories prompt: issued by Demi-kun--
Username: Lit / Literate
Pairing: KyouXHika.
21. Possessed.
They're having less and less time to themselves.
Kyouya's involved in the corporate crises that has enveloped a good part of the Japanese economy and for a good part of the year he's working abroad. Hikaru's involved in the new fashion brand that he and his brother had founded together and for a good part of the year he's working abroad.
They're having no time to each other at all.
Explaining why Tamaki shouldn't meddle in strangers' private issues wastes the time that Kyouya could be using to call Hikaru. Working out the curious measurements to fit abnormal sizes wastes the time that Hikaru could be using to call Kyouya.
Therefore, when they finally have time together, they have no idea what to do at all.
"Kyouya…" Hikaru says hesitantly, because he always starts up all conversations.
"Hikaru," Kyouya answers curtly, because he doesn't know what Hikaru wants and what he himself wants.
They're both wondering why Tamaki and Kaoru had locked them in Hikaru's bedroom all morning.
Hikaru flops onto his bed normally, wondering subconsciously what they should be doing on this long day off. Kyouya drags over a chair from the desk and places it next to the bed, wondering subconsciously how they're going to work everything out.
"Ne, Kyouya, do you…" Hikaru starts quietly, before propping his head on his hand, "… want to do it like we did back in high school?"
He quirks a brow in reply, crossing his arms, "Do we have enough leisure time?"
Hikaru glances at the clock, before stretching out casually, his blank, apathetic eyes landing on the other's, "Ne, maybe, maybe not. Depends how fast we do it."
Kyouya doesn't move, "But you're due for a conference tonight. And if I remember correctly, you tend to black out for about four hours--"
"Alright, alright, I give, I give," Hikaru jokes, holding up his hands in mock surrender, a cheeky grin widening on his lips. He creeps slowly up to his lover, before placing a hand on Kyouya's knee, "But…"
Hikaru pauses, and Kyouya doesn't think he likes that face Hikaru has on too much.
"…this would be a challenge… ne?" Hikaru says quietly, tauntingly, as he wraps his arms around his lover, "How hard and fast you can go and how much I can handle--"
Without another word, Kyouya has Hikaru pinned underneath him, shoving Hikaru onto the bouncy mattress, winningan unspoken battle. Hikaru simply blinks for a moment before smiling, feeling slightly accomplished as Kyouya trails hot, hard kisses against his neck and grinds his hips roughly against Hikaru's, almost needy.
Suddenly, Kyouya rips the front of Hikaru's shirt open--
"Hey, Kyouya, why did you--"
The Ohtori muffles his lover's stubborn lips, and loses no time in smoothing his hand over Hikaru's skin and slipping it into his tight pants. With a fierce zip, he yanks the cloth off him, sliding the smooth silk off his legs. His hands feathers up his legs, before Hikaru grabs him my the tie, smashing their hot, hot lips together.
"Off," Hikaru takes deep breathes, his fingers tugging the tie off. Kyouya pauses, his hands squeezing Hikaru's thighs, feeling as Hikaru suppresses breathless giggles. When the elder's shirt was entirely off, Kyouya pushes Hikaru against the headboard, Hikaru wincing at the harsh contact. Kyouya leans in, kissing it away.
"Ready?" a faint whisper in his ears. Hikaru nods, almost dazed, as his boxers are slid off rashly, the cloth burning against his hardness. He struggles slightly, their lips connected roughly, tongues clashing, twining around another. His hands press forward, their bodies moving in a harsh, yet comfortable rhythm.
All of a sudden, Hikaru squeaks intelligibly, his breath harsh. He flickers his hazel to look at his lover, who simply kisses the top of his eyelids comfortingly. Kyouya shifts slightly, letting Hikaru adjust to the abnormal amount of pain.
It doesn't last long. Hikaru's hand wraps around him, squeezing it once, a small smirk widening on his face.
"I thought you said… that this would be a challenge?" his hazel sparkles mischievously, his breath spraying into the pace between them. Kyouya grins, the calm, amused smile on his face.
"Whatever you say," Kyouya says, a hand removing the glasses from his face. His slate hardened in amusement and he throws his glasses to the side. Hikaru half-gulps, half-smiles from beneath Kyouya's monopolizing limbs.
Without warning, the older male pulls out and thrusts in, hitting Hikaru straight on his prostate. Hikaru gasps, pain, pleasure, warmth, spreading through his body as he arches himself up to meet his lover step for step, push for pull. Kyouya feels the slick blood pressing smoothly against him, his hands following the curve of the sweaty body below him.
Leverage, he breathes between his thrusts, before a hand slides under Hikaru's hip, adjusting the angle abruptly.
"Ky-Kyouya…" Hikaru mumbles out in pain, in pleasure, in that damn, it feels s-so goodvoice. His hands have moved onto his lover's shoulders, pulling each other together. His voice has run away from him, long, erotic moans filling the room, his mind clouded by pleasure, pain, pleasure, pleasure, that he's never felt for a damn- long- time-
His hands tighten as he feels the faint, familiar drip, drip against his legs. He's slightly dazed, his head tilting back automatically, as Kyouya plants rough licks across his chest, nipping playfully at him. Hikaru squirms involuntarily, his lover's ticklish touch slides along his legs. He strains himself to lean up, melding their lips together smoothly, their hips meeting, skin on skin.
Finally, Kyouya releases the breath he's holding, his arms wrapping around his lover tightly, the waves of pleasure washing over him roughly. Hikaru pulls him down, let out a strangled sound, as he buries his face into Kyouya's neck, his semen splattering between their sweaty bodies.
They're quiet for a while, as Kyouya breathes deeply, his slate eyes searching Hikaru's tired eyes.
He shifts slightly, watching as Hikaru flinches harshly, his eyes screwing shut. Kyouya brushes a hand through his lover's wet hair, pulling out of Hikaru's body slowly. Hikaru releases a small sigh as Kyouya slides off out of him, falling to the side of the sweat-semen-blood soaked bed.
His fingers thread through Hikaru's coffee strands, nostalgically, as Hikaru wraps his arms possessively around his lover's waist, his eyes fluttering minutely.
"You didn't faint this time around," Kyouya comments matter-of-factly. He swears the soft nudge's meant to be a punch.
"Shut up…" Hikaru mumbles tiredly, a stray smile inching onto his face, a content tone in his voice. He snuggles deeper into the embrace, his eyes attempting to stay open, "Kyou…"
"Yes?"
"I… liked it…"
"Then let's do it again?"
Hikaru blinked, before closing his eyes entirely, "Yeah…"
Kyouya smiles gently, bringing his exhausted lover closer to him.
Somewhere, out in the Hitachiin mansion, a certain blond was running from a certain very, very angry Hitachiin twin.
Kyouya pats Hikaru's hair, the younger having fallen asleep already. He smirks, as he listens to the echoes in the halls.
"What the hell possessed you to take the key and hide it?! Hikaru has a meeting today!"
"Owwie! Kaoru! I'm sorry already! Stop!"
