A/N: I am very much not confident in my ability to write smut, but honestly it's a really fun genre to read, so I want to try and get better at writing it. I'm not 100% satisfied with this, but I've gone through it a million times and don't know what else to do with it. So I hope it's at least somewhat enjoyable lol, and I'll keep practicing!
The first thing Kyo notices when he opens the front door is how good the house smells.
It's something sweet. Like cake, maybe? Whatever it is, it's a nice thing to come home to, especially after the day he's had.
Kyo loves his girlfriend more than anything on the planet. He had no idea he even had the capacity to love someone this much. Everything about her is precious and endearing. But many of her quirks are also taking some getting used to. For example: he's learned this month that she loves Christmas. It probably shouldn't have been much of a surprise, considering that her general demeanor is just pure, unadulterated Christmas spirit all year-round. Apparently she and her mom used to have fun with the holiday when she was a kid. She'd never told him, and never asked to celebrate it in Shigure's house or anything like that, though, so he just assumed it didn't interest her. When he mentioned that a few days ago, she'd just blushed and said she would have felt weird asking to celebrate a holiday that's traditionally romantic once you're an adult, with no one but three men. It's fair, he supposes.
But what isn't fair is that she caught him off-guard by asking him out on a Christmas date at school last week, before winter break had started, and now, somehow they're throwing a Christmas party tomorrow. Because Tohru can't go anywhere without being surrounded by other Sohmas, so of course Momiji had heard, and it was all just doomed from there, really. So instead of taking his girlfriend out to a romantic dinner tomorrow night like other couples, Kyo's going to be stuck playing host to Hiro, Kisa, Rin, Haru, Kagura, Momiji, and maybe Yuki and whichever adults decide to show up. He'd been a good (decent?) sport about it while they were still at school, but now that the event is almost here, he's feeling less and less thrilled by the minute.
Ah. That's probably what the sweet smell is.
"I'm home," he calls, kicking off his shoes and lining them up next to Tohru's.
"Welcome home, Kyo-kun! I'm in here!" Tohru says back. He follows the sound of her voice into the kitchen, where he's greeted by the sight of an apparent impromptu-dessert-decorating-station. Rows of baked goods are lined up on the kitchen table, as well as bowls of homemade frosting, an assortment of Christmas-themed sprinkles, and cans of whipped cream.
"Someone's been busy."
She giggles. "A little, I guess. How was the dojo?"
He shrugs one shoulder and makes his way over to her. "Okay. Not my best day."
"Are you not feeling well?"
"Eh…" he groans, not really wanting to explain that he was just distracted by his frustration at having to share Tohru on a holiday like Christmas. But she knows everything about him, anyway, and the smile she gives him proves that she understands the reason without him having to say anything at all.
It makes his chest burn in a million different ways, some good and some bad. He feels purely in love. He feels guilty. He feels admiration for her. He feels selfish.
Selfish. Something he's trying not to be anymore.
Damn it.
"Kyo-kun."
He blinks his thoughts back and turns his head away, realizing he's been staring. "Oh, uh. Yeah?"
"It's okay to be selfish sometimes."
He groans. She throws that back at him a lot now, he's noticed. He tries so hard to make sure his love for her is selfless, and her saying stuff like that doesn't make it easy, at times. But he's never ever going to deny Tohru something she wants, so if she wants to see the selfish side of him right now, he'll let her.
"Honestly, I'm a little bummed. Even though I don't really know how to, like…do holidays, I was excited to take you out. You deserve to be taken out on Christmas. And now we're gonna get stuck here doing this, instead."
She's quiet for a second, then admits, "I'm disappointed too."
He raises an eyebrow. "Really?"
She shoots him an odd look, clearly a little taken aback by his response. "Yes, really. Of course. You're my boyfriend and I love you, and I want to spend the holiday with you, like other couples get to do. It's the first chance we have to celebrate Christmas like this, like adults. And…as much as I love your family, sometimes I just want you all to myself."
At least he's not the only one being a little selfish, he supposes.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Do you want to do something fun tonight instead? After I'm done with this?"
Kyo can tell that his entire face immediately lights up, and he feels a little immature for it, but he also really doesn't care. Not with her, of all people, not when she loves him and she starts glowing in the same way now. "Yeah. Sounds good."
"I'm glad." Her cheeks are red, and she's set down the dessert she was working on to pay attention to him, and he loves it—but he also really wants her to finish this so they can go out, so he tries to draw her attention back to it.
"Anyway, whatcha makin'?" he asks.
"Cupcakes!"
"Eh? Aren't you supposed to make cookies for Christmas?"
Tohru doesn't answer, just nods toward the oven. The timer dings in sync with the movement of her head, and Kyo can't help but chuckle. She puts down the cupcake in her hand and takes one step toward the oven, but Kyo touches her waist, stopping her. "I'll get 'em."
"Oh, thank you, Kyo-kun!"
He plops the tray of sugar cookies down on the stove and heads back to the kitchen table. He just watches her for a second, enraptured by her every movement. He's got it bad; he knows that. Even in his sour mood, something about watching her do something as simple as ice a cupcake, squirt some whipped cream on top, add red and green sprinkles, and then examine it with such a precious, proud look on her face makes his heart swell with love for her. She's just so…
He doesn't know how to describe her. It might not even be possible to describe her with words. She's too much for that.
He clears his throat. "Can I help?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
He picks the next cupcake up off the plate and reaches out, stealing the frosting knife from her. "I want to."
She smiles and looks away, a blush creeping across her nose. "Then of course."
Kyo's cupcake doesn't end up nearly as pretty as hers. The frosting is smeared haphazardly, no matter how hard he focuses on holding the knife steady as he works. He groans as he examines the finished product. "For fuck's sake, I can't even make a cupcake look nice?"
He'll admit it: aethstetics isn't his strong suit. While Tohru has the capability to make anything look like it's been touched by a goddess, he thrives in functionality. And technically, he supposes, the cupcake is functional—if someone just eats it without looking at it.
Tohru laughs, which only worsens the slight bruise on his ego, so he takes a bite of the cupcake. "This one's getting scrapped," he says.
Tohru gasps, and he can't help but smirk at how theatrical the reaction is.
"Kyo-kun! These are supposed to be for the party tomorrow."
"I think we have plenty of food," he points out, popping the rest in his mouth.
She sighs and puffs her cheeks out into a pout. "And you didn't even share."
He can tell she's just joking around, but a little bit of guilt still churns his stomach. He reaches out toward the cupcakes. "I'll fuck up another one, if you want."
She breaks character immediately, giggling and swatting his hand away. "I'll wait until tomorrow. Someone has to have some self-control in this relationship."
"Oh, so I've got no self-control, huh?"
She shrugs, eyes trained on the cupcake she's working on now. "I didn't necessarily say that."
Few things are as sexy as reserved, polite Tohru Honda teasing him. Her flirting tends to take this form, he's noticed, though she's also incredibly sweet and just generally lovey-dovey. Usually, the banter is mostly just fun. But for some reason, tonight, this side of Tohru makes his impulsivity flare, and he feels like he might do something reckless, though he's not too sure what—just that it involves his lips on her and hiding her away from everyone else for the rest of their lives. To quell the rash urge in a more harmless way, he dips a finger into the bowl of frosting, reaches out to her, and smears a glob across her cheek. She squeaks in surprise, then looks at him with her mouth in a perfect surprised "O." He smirks.
"Ah—why…?" she asks quietly, fumbling her way through the words. Her cheeks are bright pink, eyes wide.
Kyo shrugs. "'Cause I wanted to."
Tohru purses her lips into a tight line, then ducks her head. For a second, he wonders if he actually made her mad, and he opens his mouth to apologize, but is stopped when she smears a stripe of icing across his nose. In surprise, he stands stiff and still for a moment, then just laughs and shakes his head fondly.
"Rude," he teases.
"You started it," she points out, the most adorable smirk he's ever seen spreading across her lips. She's always beautiful, but to see her smirking is rare, and it makes his heart flip. He tries to swallow down his butterflies.
He grabs another fingerful of frosting and rubs it across her nose. "Now we match."
She giggles for a second, then straightens out her expression. "Nuh-uh. My cheek," she fake-whines, then proceeds to smear an entire handful of frosting across his face.
"Tohru."
"Kyo-kun."
He tries to look mad, but he can't pull it off, and he breaks down into a fit of laughter. She follows shortly after, and they smile at each other, giggling like little kids. Once Tohru's breathing is somewhat normal again, she sticks a hand out and swipes a finger through the thick layer of frosting on Kyo's cheek, then sucks it clean. It's an innocent action, really, one that shouldn't make him feel the way it does—tingling fingertips and a warm feeling in his lower stomach, both things that, again, make him want to grab her.
"Mm…I should have tasted this earlier. It needs more cream," she says absentmindedly.
He tries not to stare. He doesn't quite understand why, but he feels like he's a rubber band pulled taut, ready to snap. He gives his head a little shake, something he hopes she doesn't see, then turns and picks up the dish towel by the stove. He puts a finger under her chin and tilts her face toward him, then wipes her nose. She smiles at him. When he pulls back, she turns her cheek so he can get the rest, but he hesitates.
Should he?
Fuck it.
He sticks his thumb out and wipes the line of frosting from her cheek, then holds it out to her. She glances at it, then looks up at his face with wide eyes. He can tell he's blushing, but he holds her gaze steadfastly—if he's going to do something this bold and out of the blue, he'd better man up and do it without chickening out halfway through.
Tohru swallows hard, then parts her lips and takes his thumb into her mouth.
He shouldn't have done this. It's going to kill him. It would be such a stupid way to go, from something as simple as this, but then again, also a pretty satisfying one. Because she lightly sucks the icing off his thumb, and her red cheeks hollow out a little bit with it, and her lips…god, her lips are so beautiful.
"You're right," he says, voice soft. She opens her lips again, releasing his thumb, and he lest it linger on her bottom lip for a moment. Then he suddenly loses any nerve he'd been holding onto previously, and he can't look at her anymore, so he lowers his eyes to the kitchen floor. "I have no self-control. When it comes to you, at least."
There's a beat of silence, then Tohru says, "I like it."
At that, he looks back up at her. He's not quite sure what to say to that, so he just focuses on keeping his cool, clutching a fist around the bottom hem of his t-shirt to center himself. Luckily, she takes the towel from him and wipes his face, continuing to speak as she does. "Do you maybe, uh…want to stay in tonight, instead?"
She sets the towel down and takes a step backwards. He can tell she's trying to evaluate his facial expression, but he's not even sure what it looks like, really. He would definitely not mind spending all night here, pressed against her, even though it would mess up their last chance at a semi-normal Christmas.
But can he really say that? It's selfish to want that. They've had sex before, starting a couple months ago. And he's initiated it, at times. But he still gets incredibly awkward about it, for some reason; maybe because he still doesn't feel quite adequate enough. In the six-ish months they've been dating now, he's tried his best to be good. He's looked things up online, even endured asking Haru for tips a few times. But he's also spent his entire life trying to resist any sexual temptation or urge he might have, because they were always directed at girls, and girls have always equaled disaster. Now, some of the time, he doesn't even fully comprehend it when he's feeling amorous, the feeling still a little foreign. Trying to make up for self-inflicted ignorance—as quickly as humanly possible, at that—is hard. Especially when he loves Tohru with his entire being and wants to show her that, and make her feel good, and just be enough. After the first few times, he sort of figured out what makes her tick, and now she says she's satisfied, but…
Idiot. She just asked. She might as well literally be flashing a green light.
He needs to get over himself. Maybe this is the tension he's been feeling tonight, and now he has a chance to be close to her and get rid of it. Inhibitions shouldn't matter with the love of his life, anyway.
He clears his throat. "Tohru."
"Hm?" she asks. While she's been waiting for him to say something, she's been eating a few more fingertip-fuls of icing out of the bowl, probably trying to distract herself from the risque question she put out there, and the way Kyo just let it hang in the air for so damn long. She swallows and turns back toward him.
"Come here."
She hesitates for a second, then takes a deep breath and steps forward. He opens his arms to her and kisses her immediately, letting one hand rest on her hip and the other get tangled into her hair. He dips his tongue into her mouth and it comes back sweet. Tohru always tastes like sugar and sunlight and love, but the leftover sugar coating her tongue accentuates it and brings it up to an entirely new level. He sighs in contentment at it, and she responds by letting out a breathless moan that shudders its way through his entire body. He tightens his grip on her hip and is rewarded by another groan seeping out from between her lips.
"God, Tohru…" he mumbles as she moves her lips down to his neck. She leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the side of his throat and to the start of his shoulder, where she sinks her teeth into his skin. He curses, tugging on her hair lightly.
"Should we go upstairs?" he asks.
She shakes her head. "We're here alone."
This is unlike her. For a second, it snaps him out of the trance she's put on him with what she's doing with her mouth. "Y-yeah, but—"
"They're both spending the night somewhere else, remember? I want you here."
As risky and scary as that sounds, it's also incredibly hot. "Fuck. Okay." The more adrenaline that starts to pump through his veins, the easier it gets to let go and just feel.
Kyo runs his fingertips up under her sweater. She leans into his touch as he moves up her ribs, then stops at the bottom of her bra.
"Don't tease me," she says quietly. He chuckles and obides, pulling back far enough to tug her sweater off completely. He kisses her neck as he works at the clasp on her bra, something that's still fucking stupid even months after his first time doing it, and bites down when she giggles at him. Tohru's laugh turns into a gasp. He gets it undone and tosses it off somewhere.
"Then don't laugh at me," he challenges. She nods a few times in rapid succession, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from being the world's biggest hypocrite and laughing, himself.
He pulls back a bit to look at her, rubbing his palms up her sides. He's always amazed by her body, no matter how many times he sees it like this. Tohru is thin, but she's also soft and has curves, and the way his hand fits into the dip at her waist, and how her breasts fit perfectly into his palms, makes it seem almost like her body was designed for him to hold like this.
He's about to pull her down onto the floor when he sees the bowl of icing on the table out of the corner of his eye. It catches his attention and he takes a deep breath, then asks, "Hey, can I try something?"
Her breath catches in her throat, but she nods. He dips a finger into the frosting, then brings his hand back to her chest. He smears the icing across her nipple, then does the same to the other, keeping his eyes on her face the entire time; he doesn't want to make this weird for her. She's not food to be devoured, and he doesn't want her to think that he sees her like that. But her face doesn't look uncomfortable at all, so he crouches in front of her and takes one nipple into his mouth. She gasps, and her knees quiver a bit, so he holds onto her hips tightly. He suckles on the skin of her breast, flicking his tongue out as he works on cleaning her off. He's lightheaded. He never would have thought to do this, but he's glad he took the chance, because she seems just as into it as he is. She whimpers and cards her fingers through his hair.
He pauses between breasts for a moment, to look up at her face. Her lips are red, kiss-swollen, and parted around irregular breaths. "Is this okay?" he asks, just to double-check, sounding just as breathless as she looks.
"Yes."
Kyo chuckles at her enthusiasm and latches onto her other breast, repeating the process. When he's done, his lips release her nipple with a pop, and he stands again, where he's immediately tugged into a kiss. Their tongues meet in his mouth, and for the second time tonight, Kyo thinks he's going to die from overstimulation. When they break apart, a strand of saliva connects their lips, and he wipes it away, letting his thumb linger on her lips afterward. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, and for some reason that makes her blush.
Tohru doesn't say anything, just tugs at the hem of his shirt. He gets rid of it, then moves onto her skirt, pulling it down her hips. Her underwear follows, and he kneels again. He kisses up the insides of her thighs, then hesitates as her knees shake again.
"Lie down."
She quickly does as he said. He presses on the insides of knees and she opens her legs for him, but just as he settles between her thighs, she says, "Wait."
He jumps away from her, sitting back on his heels. "What is it, what's wrong?"
She's lost her nerve. She doesn't want to do this anymore, maybe not here on the floor, maybe not after he'd brought food into this when he realistically had no reason to. He fucked up somewhere, as usual, but where?
She picks her head up and looks at him. "N-nothing. Just…hand me that?"
He tilts his head to the side. Well, she's alright, but he has no idea what the fuck she's talking about now. "Uh. Hand you what?"
She points upwards and towards the table, and he realizes she's asking for the can of whipped cream. He's not entirely sure what she plans on doing with it, but he's incredibly willing to find out, so he grabs it and hands it to her. When she lowers the bottle, he has an idea of what's about to happen, but it still shellshocks him when it actually does.
"Are—are you serious?"
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. "Oh, uh, if you're not into it, it's totally fine! I just thought since you did it to my chest, maybe…I shouldn't have assumed. I'll just go, um, uh…"
He shakes his head to cut her off. Not into it? She's crazy; that's the only possible explanation for what she just said.
"I just…didn't think you'd like it that much. Of course I'm into it." She still looks a little skeptical and nervous, so he proves it by leaning forward and flattening his tongue against her, licking a thick stripe up her slit and spreading the whipped cream she'd sprayed in the process.
Tohru lets her head fall back to the floor. "Fuck," she whispers, and he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the way she only says words like that when they're together—during late nights in her bedroom when they're trying to be quiet but she can't help but let it slip out. Having that kind of effect on someone who appears so well put together is heady. And makes him think that, just maybe, he is good enough.
Her hips jerk up, and Kyo puts a hand across her lower stomach, pressing her down against the floor to keep a good angle. This whole thing is intoxicating. Kyo can barely breathe. His tongue is saturated in a mix of sweet cream and Tohru's arousal, and he doesn't think he's ever tasted anything better. He thinks he'd be content to just lie here and do this for the rest of his life. And judging by the sounds she's making, she might be happy with that, too. That knowledge makes it even better. He's on the verge of delirious at this point, and he hears words tumble out of his mouth. "Yeah? Does it feel that good?"
"Oh my god, yes, yes," she pants, the sentence punctuated with a moan.
"Shit," he mutters. He pushes his own hips forward against the floor in an attempt to get any friction at all. The cream is gone, so he centers his focus on her clit, tracing tight circles against it. He moves one hand from her hip to slide a finger in her. He crooks it. She moans, the sound so intense it's nearly a sob.
"Fuck," she groans. "Please don't stop, I'm going to—"
Hearing her talk more spurs him on. He slips another finger into her, curling both of them against her, and she comes undone. Her hands fly down to his hair, holding him close as she comes. When she's settled down, her labored breathing intertwined with moans, and the occasional twitch of her knees the only remnants of what just happened, he moves up until their faces are level. He brushes her bangs back from her now-sweaty forehead and kisses her nose. It's sweet and tender, how he usually is with her during sex, but it's not what she wants, apparently; she grabs his face and slants her lips against his, her tongue darting out to clean up the leftover traces of cream and herself.
"Can I put some on you?" she murmurs against his lips, tugging at his belt to make her point even clearer.
He nods. "Yeah."
Tohru kisses him again, hard, as she works on his belt, then his jeans and underwear. He sighs into her mouth as she runs her hands across his chest and abdomen, down to his hips. After a minute, she pulls back and picks up the whipped cream can. She bites her lip as she eyes his body. He feels a little itchy under her stare, being so totally exposed like this. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly and prays to God she'll just say something.
"Do you, uh…do you want to put it on, yourself? Or should…?"
"O-oh, uh. You can put it on. And um, do it wherever you want."
He doesn't want her to feel forced to go straight for his cock. She could just put the whipped cream on his shoulder and suck it off of there, for all he cares. Literally anything would be perfect. But she shakes the can and sprays a thick glob of whipped cream onto the head of his dick. He jumps a little at how cold it is, but that problem is solved quickly when Tohru leans down and takes him into her mouth. The coolness of the now-melting cream mixed with how hot her mouth is almost too much, and he has to grind his teeth to keep from coming right away. He groans as she swirls her tongue around him, and brings a hand down to the back of her head to gently guide her further down. She moans around him as he does, and he curses, trying to focus on controlling his breathing and most definitely not staring at Tohru kneeling beFore him with her lips around him. When she brings her hand into the mix, though, he has to almost immediately push her away.
"I want you," he chokes out. "Lie down again."
She takes a deep breath, hesitates, then blurts out, "Can I be on top?"
His eyes widen at the suggestion, but he regains his composure quickly and nods. He lies back against the floor and helps her onto his lap. As she sinks down onto him, he watches her face, taking in the way her eyes roll back a bit before she closes them, the way her throat bobs as she gulps, the way she's flushed from her chest all the way up to her ears. Her chest…
Kyo blindly pats his hand around on the ground next to them until he finds the can of whipped cream. He coats each of her nipples in cream and leans his head up, taking one into his mouth as she starts to move on him. She squeaks in surprise at first, but the sound turns into a low moan. He sucks on her breast and moves his eyes back up to her face. She looks so purely blissful, and so amazingly beautiful as she starts to climb toward another orgasm, and he can't look away, but he also has to if he wants to last long enough to get her off again. So he forces his eyes closed after switching to her left breast. He squeezes her hips with shaking hands in an attempt to help her slide up and down his cock, but she's never done this before and she can't seem to get a steady rhythm going. She groans, half in frustration and half in arousal, and he takes the cue to lift her off and lie her down.
"Sor—" she starts, but her words dissolve into a gasp when he pushes himself into her.
He shakes his head and lowers his lips to her neck. "My turn," he says simply. She nods and relaxes her body as he nips and licks his way down to her collarbone. She's hot and tight and wet and it feels so good, and he love love loves her, and the way she's digging her nails almost painfully into his shoulders is threatening to make him lose his mind.
He shifts his weight to one arm and moves his other hand down between them to find her clit. She moans out a low "fuck" as he grinds his thumb down against her.
"Does that feel okay?" he asks, simply because he's discovered tonight that he really likes hearing her talk during sex. But she doesn't seem too capable of that at the moment, and all she does is squeeze his shoulders tighter and whimper. He sucks at the tight skin of her collarbone, moaning as he does, and it pushes her over the edge. As she clenches around him, he lets go and follows her.
"Fuck, Tohru," he whispers. He buries his face against the crook of her neck as he comes. She brings a hand up to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair.
"I love you," she tells him once she can talk again, and he nods against her neck, taking a second to just regain a normal breathing pattern.
"I love you too," he chokes out. He takes a deep breath and kisses her lightly, pulling out of her as he does. She sighs a little, and he chuckles, which earns him a weak attempt at a glare.
He sits back on his knees and blinks a few times, trying to clear the remaining adrenaline from his head. After a second, he puts a hand on the table and pulls himself up, standing on shaky legs. He grabs a couple of tissues off the counter, then sits back down between her knees. As he wipes the tissues against her thighs, sopping up the mess they've made, she clears her throat. He looks up at her.
"So, uh…" she mumbles. Her cheeks are reddening again, and she's having a hard time maintaining eye contact. For a second, he worries that that was all too much for her—that she's just now realizing that and regretting it. But how she finishes her sentence both surprises and comforts him: "That was really hot."
He smiles and holds out his hand. She takes it, letting him tug her up into a sitting position. That's really a huge understatement, in his mind. He kisses her cheek, and she pulls him into a tight hug.
"Yeah, it really was. Not very Christmassy, though. Are you sure you're okay with this being our first Christmas together?"
She giggles and pulls back to look at him. "Well, there were sweets involved, so that makes it a little more, uh…themed, right?"
He snorts out a laugh at her word choice. "Sure. I'll gladly eat whipped cream off of you anytime now, by the way."
Tohru blushes harder and makes to stand up. "Good to know."
Kyo rises, too, looking around the kitchen for their clothes. "We should probably clean up and finish icing these cupcakes, I guess."
"Right."
Once they've gathered their clothes and are dressed again, Tohru sighs and fans at her still-sweaty face for a second before approaching the table again. She frowns. "Oh…"
"What is it?" he asks, joining her.
She motions to the nearly empty frosting bowl. "I don't think we have enough anymore."
Kyo grimaces. "Shit, sorry." But Tohru's smiling, so his guilt doesn't last long.
"Looks like we'll have to eat the rest," she says, tone casual. She gathers up the last few cupcakes and heads toward the living room.
He watches her from the doorway, utterly confused. "Wait, what?"
"After all, I didn't get to eat one earlier." She raises her eyebrow and looks over at him as she settles under the kotatsu at the table. "Are you going to help me?"
He snaps himself out of it and walks over to her, sitting and taking one of the cupcakes. "Yeah, I'll help you, you dork," he says as he unwraps it.
She giggles and bumps their cupcakes together, as if making a toast. He laughs back at her, and everything feels right and good, the selfishness in him put at bay, his whole body and mind sated. He's more than fine with this being how they spend their first Christmas—first tangled up in each other, then under the kotatsu with a little mountain of leftover cupcakes, a weird holiday movie playing on the TV, and her head resting on his shoulder.
The next afternoon, Kyo helps Tohru set up for the party before the guests arrive. Hugs are exchanged between Tohru and the younger Sohmas, and presents are set up on the kitchen table. Yuki and his girlfriend even come together, though Yuki makes it very clear that they're only staying for a minute before going out to dinner. The grumpy side of Kyo says Yuki's just saying that to tease him about his not getting to take Tohru out, but then he sees how Yuki looks at that girl. It's a gentle smile he's previously reserved only for Tohru, but with a hint of something else to it, too—he loves her, maybe even just as much as Kyo loves Tohru. So Kyo decides to leave it alone and just moves to Tohru's side as she points people in the direction of baked goods she made last night.
"Hey, Tohru," Rin calls. Kyo and Tohru both turn to look at her. She's standing in the kitchen, munching on a cookie and…staring at the wall? Kyo follows her gaze, and sees a clump of icing dried to the wall right as Rin mentions it aloud. "Whatcha got on the wall here?"
Kyo clenches his jaw and focuses all his energy on trying not to blush, because the frosting is white, and Tohru was right when she said it needed more cream because it's not very thick, and it most definitely does not look like frosting on the wall now.
"Oh, uh…it looks like some frosting from the cupcakes?" Tohru answers hesitantly.
Yuki ducks his head into the kitchen to look. "That's odd."
"How'd you manage to be clumsy enough to do that?" Hiro asks, tone suspicious.
Then, suddenly Yuki connects the dots, and he shoots Kyo the most terrifying glare. "You two were here alone last night…" he mumbles. At that, Rin bursts out laughing, Haru following, and Hiro and Kisa exchange confused glances.
Kyo knows he's not innocent here, not at all, but he sure as fuck isn't stupid enough to get come on the wall and then leave it for his family to find on Christmas. "So what? You got something else to say?" Kyo spits. Yuki opens his mouth, but Kyo nods slightly in the direction of Tohru, who looks like she's about to faint, and Yuki glances in her direction and changes the path he was going down:
"Not at all."
"Thought so."
"A-anyway!" Tohru squeaks, her voice at least a full octave higher than it usually is. "Would anyone like to watch a movie?"
The younger Sohmas start yelling out movie suggestions, and everyone moves into the living room. As Yuki passes Kyo, he sticks his elbow out, jabbing him in the ribs.
"What the hell?" Kyo growls.
"You're fucking disgusting," Yuki tells him, glowering. But then he straightens out his expression and joins everyone else in the living room.
Suddenly, Christmas is the farthest thing from Kyo's mind—now all he can think about is spring, when they graduate and he gets to move away with Tohru. Because he's pretty fucking certain that he's never going to get to be alone with Tohru in this house again, now.
A/N: I'm all aboard the Kyoru Fucks train, but I also feel like there would be some hesitancy on Kyo's part at first. He spent his teen years preparing for life in a cage, so why would he have bothered trying to educate himself on sex too much? Also, I guess I just don't know how to write smut that doesn't have at least a little bit of a character study to it lol.