Title: Morning Preoccupations

Pairing/Characters: Kyouya/Tamaki

Genre: AU, PWP, erm… Romance (?)… No, just PWP.

Rating: M

Summary: A sleeping Kyouya, and a restive Tamaki.

Author's Note: Gratuitous smut, no really… I have fallen that low. The only excuse I can give is that this is to counter my previous angsty drabble. Oh, it's un-betaed; I have no beta readers, so feel free to point out any errors.

Disclaimer: Ouran belongs to Bisco Hatori and other assorted people, things, organizations etc… Unfortunately, I do not belong to the aforementioned elite.

Morning Preoccupations

Tamaki tossed and turned under the blanket. The sun has barely peeked over the horizon, but already he was wide awake- and restless. He felt lonely despite the quiescent presence of his lover at his side. He frowned in discontent, lines wrinkling his pretty face. If only… no, he shook his head, Kyouya hated being woken up at this hour; Tamaki winced at the memory of the last time he stirred his lover up at this particular hour. Kyouya had sic-ed those evil, evil twins at him, and he spent the entire day in campus at the mercy of their mischief-induced mayhem. His boyfriend can be such an evil Demon King. He pouted and fidgeted; he never did like feeling alone.

A small sigh and rustling of the sheets roused him out from his reverie. Kyouya had turned over in his sleep and had thrown one arm and a leg over his bedmate, capturing him in a half embrace. Being the tactile person that he is, Tamaki couldn't help but wriggled in pleased response. In tuned to his lover even in unconsciousness, Kyouya in turn pulled Tamaki into a firmer clutch, limiting the blonde's movement. This change in position however, had Tamaki aware of the half-hardness nudging at his side. Tamaki smiled indulgently, his Shadow King is on the way to sporting quite the morning wood.

Violet eyes gleamed fiendishly as a wicked idea took hold of Tamaki. Cautiously he extricated himself out of Kyouya's grasp, he didn't want to wake his lover up… yet. Lifting the covers away from their bodies, he flung them to the foot of the bed. Automatically Kyouya rolled until he laid on his back, body bared for his lover's scrutiny.

Tamaki felt the air catch in his throat as he beheld the stunning beauty of his dark-haired love lying spread-eagled before him. He had always thought of his Kyouya as very handsome, and the years since he met him in Ouran had only been kind. Training sessions in kendo and karate with Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai has sculpted Kyouya's body to that of a trim athlete. However, by no means did Kyouya cut the image of a hulking mass of man- but muscles now redefined the plains and lines of a still slender figure. Wiry- that is what he is, Tamaki mused.

Carefully he shifted his body about until he was straddling his sleeping lover. Tamaki made sure the bulk of his weight were on his knees rested on the bed and not on Kyouya. It would ruin his plans if Kyouya were untimely awoken. He wanted to have some fun before his sometimes-sadistic lover would definitely mete out his punishment. He tried to turn-off the portion of his mind that's wildly anticipating that scenario, and instead observed the familiar and beloved face before him.

In slumber, Kyouya lost that serious expression that often graced his visage: that air of cool professionalism that characterizes the Ootori men in control. In slumber, Tamaki affectionately thought, Kyouya's face reflects the actual gentleness that is his soul. His eyes looked over the fine but masculine features of his boyfriend; drinking in the obsidian hair framing flawless fair skin, the gentle slope of his nose, that expressive mouth with that crinkle in the middle. Tamaki couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky that he can see this side of Ootori Kyouya almost daily.

His leaned forward, his fingers begin to softly trace a path from firm biceps, to the hard torso. He marveled at the slight twitches of the muscles beneath his fingertips. Mouth twitching into a smirk, Tamaki began to draw lazy circles close but never touching the nipples of the sleeping Demon King. He watched as pale lips parted in quiet pants feeding his already enormous ego.

Emboldened, Tamaki's caresses grew more daring in nature. He stroked the flanks of his lover, the oblique muscles that tapered down to a narrow waist. As his hands found a comfortable grip on Kyouya's waist he lowered his face down and placed a light kiss on that well-defined abdomen. A sigh escaped into the quietness of the room. Lifting his head up, Tamaki watched for signs of awareness. Satisfied there were none, the playful blond resumed his quest. His mouth then trailed light kisses from abdomen, moving higher and higher to the solid pectorals of his lover. Soon his gaze fell to the dark aureole on his left chest. Delicately he nipped that hardened bud, before licking his way to give the same treatment to its twin.

A movement from Kyouya's legs gave him pause. Apparently his lover can be quite needy in his sleep as he unfolded his legs as if demanding more. Tamaki gleefully accepted this unconscious invitation as he repositioned himself until he was kneeling between those legs. Moving further down the bed, his hand traveled along with him kneading well-muscled thighs. His lips were still attached to the expanse of skin beneath him, unwilling to part from the delicious taste. He doused the navel with his tongue, eliciting a sigh from his lover, before trekking down the groove of his lover's waist until he was met with dark, bristly curls. Standing proudly in the center of that nest, is the proof of Kyouya's very excited state. Tamaki greedily eyed the erection Kyouya sported, his lover is not lacking at all in that department.

Tamaki nuzzled the throbbing appendage drawing a moan out of Kyouya, before giving a tentative lick on a tightly drawn sac. Kyouya let out a hiss that transformed into a groan as Tamaki brought it in the warm, wet cavern in his mouth and sucked tenderly. He repeated the process to its twin, extracting more enticing sounds from the youngest Ootori. He felt his own member hardening and unconsciously grounded his hips to the soft cotton sheets of their bed.

Raising his head, he ogled once more at Kyouya's generous and stiff organ before his tongue wetly traced a thick vein from base to tip. He could feel a slight shift on the sheets as Kyouya gripped them, legs moving erratically, his feet brushing up Tamaki's calves. Drops of precum gleamed at the crown of Kyouya's length. Not one to deny himself any pleasure, Tamaki closed the tip with his lips and dipped his tongue into the slit. He savoured the salty, musky flavour of his lover's essence as it tingled his taste buds, lapping it up fervently. Pausing to take a deep breath through his nose, Tamaki relaxed the muscles at the back of his throat and swallowed the rest of the phallus.

At the feel of moist tightness engulfing his manhood, Kyouya rolled his hips, thrusting himself against Tamaki's face. Wary of being choked, Tamaki held down the squirming hips with a strong grip of his arms and hands. Confident that he had restricted his partner's movement, the blond commenced suction, cheeks hollowing every alternate moment. Inside his tongue work to make sure the burgeoning length was thoroughly laved and massaged. Fingers crawled down beneath twin globes to apply pressure on the perineum, rubbing them in

After years of being Kyouya's lover, Tamaki knew how his partner wants to be pleasured orally. After years of being Kyouya's lover, Tamaki can feel when his partner is on the brink of release as the length in his mouth throbbed rapidly. Soon enough liquid heat spilled into his mouth in quick spurts. Reflexively he jerked as the first shot hit the back of his throat, gagging him, though heartbeats later he greedily swallowed in all that his lover had to offer.

Aroused by unrestrained state of his partner, unconsciously he grounded his own hardened arousal on to the bed as he continued to milk more out of Kyouya. He sighed as strong hands stroked his flanks and rubbed his neck…

…Huh?

His mind was still trying to process through the pleasure-induced haze as he finally released the flaccid sex in wet pop. Blond head raised up, a sticky, creamy thread still connecting spent organ to reddened lips; lips that were opened in surprise. Lips that quickly closed in a cheerful smile decorating a deceptively guiltless face.

"Ohayou Kaa-san!" chirped Tamaki.

Dark eyes narrowed in annoyance at wide-eyed violet innocence. Or at least as innocent as Tamaki could convincingly muster: which is not much, as his dark-haired lover growled. Tamaki felt his world turned upside down as Kyouya flipped him with alarming quickness. Face-up and trapped underneath his irate lover, the blond knew he was in for it; but frankly, he didn't give a damn.