Tamaki helf in a breath as Kyouya knelt, bringing them eye to eye. He was confused, this was more than his little blong head could handle.
"K-Kyouya?" He murmured, feeling long pale fingers curl around his shoulder, and hot breath on his lips. Kyouya shushed him quickly, and pressed their lips together gently. Tamaki tensed again, trying to pull back, but Kyouya held him their, pushing past any resistance.
Against his will Tamaki moaned, parting his soft pink lips and kissing back hesistantly. Truth be told, Tamaki had never kissed anyone like this before. He didn't mind being kissed by Kyouya, what he minded more was the way he was being kissed. There were no more barriers between them, he could feel everything Kyouya wanted, and knowing what he wanted and what he was feeling was a little unnerving for him. Still, some part of him wanted to give Kyouya everything his body was asking for.
Tamaki soon found his back on the floor and his friend straddling his hips. The kiss deepened further and Tamaki had never felt so helplessly pulled into somethimg. Kyouya, meanwhile, was just realizing exactly how attractive Tamaki could be. His uniform was rumpled and pushed up, exposing a soft pale stomach, and his cheeks were flushed along with his lips which were taking on a swollen poutiness.
He had never denied that Tamaki was attractive, in fact he thought Haruhi was mad for refusing him, but at least for a few moments, Tamaki was his. He leant and kissed his stomach, tongue tasting the skin. He slid the shirt upwards more, undoing a few buttons to ease it's movement. Tamaki tangled his hands in Kyouya's hair, not quite sure if he was trying to stop him, or hurry him up.
"Kyouya, I think that's far enough," Tamaki pleaded nervously. The clock was ticking steadily closer to opening time, but Kyouya couldn't hear him, now completely absorbed. He murmured and acknowledgement under his breath, tracing kisses across his chest. "Kyouya?"
All Kyouya could hear was rustling cloth and the soft smacking of more lips on skin, accompanied by Tamaki's pleading mewls. The blond attempted to sit, running his fingers over his friends cheeks. Kyouya started, sitting upright, he hadn't realized he was so out of control. He straightened his glasses and cleared his throat.
"Sorry,"he replied curtly. Blue eyes were watching him closely and searchingly, and the blue eyes moved closer and then closed. He felt warm all over again as familiar arms slippied around his waist pulling him closer.
"You like me don't you?" Lips moved to his neck, fluttering over his pulse. Kyouya felt the rest of the world drift away, gates shutting slowly as his arms moved to return the embrace.
"I wouldn't quite call it that," he sighed softly, tipping back his head.
"I can't return your feelings," Tamaki mumbled, sounding pained, "but I can give you what you want…if you want." Kyouya wanted to laugh at him for being such a kind-hearted fool. He laid back, pulling Tamaki on top of him.
"Don't worry, I'll just take what you're willing to give." He closed his eyes as he felt hands on his belt and lips across his stomach.