I don't know why it is that underneath that "wild" label I find Mori to be a very sensual person. Who knows. This prompt was Passions Run and I hope that you all enjoy this, and laugh a little.
Takashi Morinozuka liked to kiss. This was a recent discovery, and in discovering this he discovered that kissing Haruhi Fujioka was a real passion of his. He was especially fond of the glazed look that it would leave in her eyes, the swelling of her pink lips, and the tousled hair that were all reminders that he had what the others did not, the affections of Haruhi. It was a shame that many of the members of the host club were too dense to see these signs for what they were. That is not to say that he came away from these encounters unscathed. His clothing often ended up a wrinkled mess, since many times Haruhi was lifted up to meet his lips, and her hands seemed fond of burying themselves in his hair as she pulled his lips more firmly against her own.
Haruhi had become more fond of the study room in the abandoned portion of the school (though it seemed odd to her that there was an abandoned portion of the school, but then again why would the rich bastards tear anything down and renovate it when you could build something new and shiny around it?) but she did not complain. Mori had found an even more private room in the area, one that did not have windows in the door, and several times during the week he found an opportunity to whisk Haruhi away. Usually this involved him passing her in the hallway, and easily picking her up and carrying her off. Hunny-senpai would always wave cheerfully when this happened, and somehow, the stealthy Morinozuka managed never to whisk his damsel off when Tamaki or the twins were around. This was a feat in and of itself, but Haruhi was convinced that Hunny and Kyoya had some sort of secretive business dealing in the works – allowing Mori his happiness with Haruhi while keeping Kyoya out of their hair. Haruhi had no clue what leverage Hunny could possibly have that would keep the interest of the Shadow King, but she did not question fortune's gift to her. And Mori's kisses were indeed a blessing.
She did not have a lot of experience with kisses before Mori, and her limited experience before that was all to blame on Tamaki. He managed to ruin a lot of firsts for her, if she thought about it, but her brain wasn't working at the moment. She was too busy enjoying the way that Mori ever so enjoyably kissed a path from her mouth to her ear, teasing her cheek with feather light kisses, before whispering in a dangerously low voice that he was very glad that she gave him a chance, and didn't turn from him that day. Or the way that he would place a lingering kiss just below her ear on her neck, and when he smiled against her skin, she thought about the way she just seemed to melt into his hands. They never did more than kiss – kiss intensely, with such longing. She knew that if he wished to initiate something, she wouldn't have the desire, or the frame of mind to protest, but Takashi Morinozuka was nothing if not a gentleman, and there were certain lines he would not cross. Their kisses were so much more than just kisses, and Haruhi wondered if it were like this with everyone, or if her case was special, if it was just Takashi who was capable of eliciting this response in her. She was certain that no one else could feel as she did at this moment, with Mori, and she knew that these moments would stay with her, always. This moment more then others. This day was a special day.
"Excuse me but—"
Mori and Haruhi jumped apart guiltily as the door opened to reveal a gaping Nekozawa. His hood had fallen back from his face, and his wig was askew. He blinked, as if unsure to if he was really seeing the sight before him. Blinking once more he assured himself that indeed, Haruhi and Mori stood before him, very mussed, and both very well kissed.
"Tamaki and the monsters are running though the school, searching for you. They seem to think you needed help. Sorry." Nekozawa spoke so quickly that it took both a moment to process what he had said, but by the time they realized what he had said he was gone, the door closed firmly behind him.
They looked at each other with wide eyes, and suddenly they were both doubled over with laughter.
As Nekozawa walked away his face still harbored a blank look, Bereznoff limp in his hand. Haruhi had yet to tell of the things observed in these hallways, and as part of the Black Magic Club, there were a fair number of odd things that Haruhi could talk about. If Haruhi had talked, those monsters would be after him and Bereznoff with new enthusiasm. Nekozawa decided, then, that if Haruhi Fujioka wanted to be thoroughly kissed by Takashi Morinozuka, then who was he to comment on the love between two men? Some secrets, it seemed, were best suited to the darkness, and darkness was something that he understood.