Wow that's a lot more views than I was ever expecting! Thanks guys, I hope you like this next chapter, my try at derptastic intimacy in all the crazy sense of the word! Thanks goes to Khaotic Kitten for helping me edit!
Disclaimer: Like I said, I own nothing except my OC :D (though Kyouya would beg to differ /shot LOLOLOL)
At the end of the day, Kyouya fell onto his bed, exhausted from the day for what he felt and knew were all the wrong reasons.
Everything is wrong about what happened today. Kyouya thought, getting up to go study at his desk and to re-read his notes from the new notebook. That talk with Tamaki should not have happened; in fact, none of my behavior today should have existed. I know better than that, and I know I'm more composed than that and yet…
He sat down, pulled out his notes, organized them on the desk, and found himself instead contemplating the issue of how to let Tamaki know that neither of them could afford to have any real meaningful relationship, as much as Kyouya thought about it.
The truth of the matter is that I actually wouldn't mind. Kyouya thought, opening his new notebook about the host club's profits for the day. I'm certain of the fact that we'd be okay but in no way are we in a situation that would allow us to act on those feelings and impulses. I don't trust trying to do anything in secret either simply because we both know we're constantly being watched not only by our classmates and friends but also our families.
He opened the notebook, shoulders feeling slightly heavier than usual, and pushed away as many thoughts as possible in order to start projecting profits for the next week or two. Then he noticed that there were already projected profits in the notebook.
I'm certain I didn't take these notes down. Kyouya flipped a few pages further, finding more figures he hadn't even had the mind to think of earlier. What on earth…?
And then he found his dream written out on paper in quite explicit detail.
Tama swayed his hips, barely bouncing up and down on Kyouya's still hard cock, panting, high pitched moaning flying out of his throat. Kyouya held his hips in place to stop him finally, only to relish in the shudder that overcame Tama as Kyouya slowly grinded himself inside of him.
"Kyouya, you're so good," Tama said breathily, matching the painfully slow and blisteringly pleasurable swaying of Kyouya's hips, letting out a whimper as Kyouya's cock occasionally nudged at just the right spot.
"I think we need more lube," Kyouya simply stated, having Tama raise off of him. He dragged himself off, causing Kyouya's mind to go blank and vision sport stars of pleasure, before he very quickly pulled out the small bottle from under his pillow and replacing it after readying himself for another round.
…WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? Kyouya screeched inside, close to throwing his notebook across the room. WHEN DID THIS GET HERE? HOW? WHY?
"Oh you're just too gullible," a familiar, sultry voice whispered from the notebook. Then Kyouya looked and realized that the pages were flapping to the words of the voice he heard."I can't take it any longer!"
I've gone insane, he thought, face blank and mind slowly starting to unravel. Oh my goodness, what have I done to myself that I've finally snapped?
Then the entire room became black and all he could see was himself and the notebook in front of him.
"Oh my handsome little man," the voice said, Kyouya starting to realize where he'd recognized it from. "You're really going to make me enjoy this."
The words started to separate, floating and glowing a light blue or purple in mid-air. The letters unraveled and became strings of blue and purple that joined to turn a strange shade of crimson before they formed a ball of bright light. Kyouya had to cover his eyes as it became too much and then was knocked onto his back when an invisible force knocked him off the chair that had been there and disappeared into the darkness.
He tried to catch his breath, the fall having knocked the wind out of him, and when he looked up the ball of light was a standing figure.
A man stood with dark hair, tanned skin, and a pointed tail waving to and fro.
"Miss me, Ootori-kun?" Tama said, winking. He then walked over top of Kyouya and almost dropped himself on top of the other but stopped on his knees. He knelt down and pulled the flabbergasted young man's face to his. "I definitely missed you while you weren't writing in me. You wouldn't believe how… forceful you really are when you're writing so furiously fast. Then again, after last night, I think you do."
Kyouya finally snapped and made the strangest squeak he didn't know he was capable of uttering. Something in the back of his head was nagging at him, as he stared in disbelief at the man kneeling on top of him with the most devilish and yet somehow innocent look on his face. Tama was inching closer and closer to Kyouya's and the poor, astonished young man felt he may not have it in him to do anything about it, that he would just go with it and let things happen again as they had last night. Then he snapped again and realized what it was that was nagging at him.
"You're not real," he mumbled, all of a hair away from Tama's lips. "You're just my dream."
Tama stopped and smiled, his eyes crinkling closed as he started giggling. Kyouya furrowed his eyebrows, confused out of his wit as to what was going on with him that this would happen a second night in a row.
"Oh, but Kyouya," Tama said, standing up and offering a hand out to him. "I am very, very real."
Kyouya, not believing him, took his hand and suddenly they were outside on the roof of the mansion and it took everything he had not to make that strange squeak again. Then they were back in his room, Tama on the bed and Kyouya on top of him between his legs.
"There's no way!" Kyouya exclaimed, struggling to clamber away from Tama. "You can't be; it's absolutely impossible. Beings like you don't exist, whatever you are!"
Tama looked almost insulted, grabbed Kyouya's shirt and forced him down onto his back so that he was on top of Kyouya again.
"You pesky humans and your instant denial," Tama said, shaking his head. "When will you learn to just accept that sometimes magnificent beings find you, not only for their own entertainment, but also for yours?"
Kyouya didn't know what to say, he was starting to battle with his sanity as he looked at Tama above him. There was no feasible way that he could be real, whatever it was that he was, and that if he was real that there had to be a way that he could get past this.
"You can't be real," Kyouya repeated, more to himself this time than to Tama. "I don't even remember the rest of that dream; it faded out."
Tama chuckled, putting his face in front of Kyouya's again. "That's where you're wrong, Kyouya. You remember everything; you just don't seem to want to. You did read some of what I wrote down for you didn't you? The moment you set your eyes on those words you remembered what you were trying so hard to forget."
Kyouya's mind was being torn apart as he was quickly and painfully coming to grips with the fact that, yes, he did remember the events that transpired the night before when he saw the jumbled up words on the page that he could not bring himself to consciously remember during the day. He could remember the touching, the forceful kissing, the grabbing, the throbbing—the unbearable throbbing—the heat inside and out, and most of all the satisfaction.
Tama's eyes registered Kyouya's look of remembering; accepting.
"You also realize one other thing, don't you, Kyouya?" Tama asked, smirking.
Kyouya suddenly grabbed Tama's hair again, pulling him closer.
"Yes," he answered instantly.
"Say it," Tama whispered, lips softly caressing Kyouya's, an almost unbearable tease but Kyouya felt he had to keep his composure, if only to keep his sanity. "Say it and you will truly know I'm real."
Kyouya's breath became heavy, his pupils dilated as did Tama's, and his other hand found its way to Tama's rear end. He changed his mind though and brought his hand back up to Tama's back, lightly tracing his fingers down to Tama's shorts, lifting them and pulling them down just around his bottom so that his fingers curled around the firm and yet plush curve of his cheek to push him down further, resting atop his body.
"Why state the obvious?"
"You know why," Tama practically sneered until Kyouya started playing around his exposed hole, sending small tingles of pleasure throughout him. His back arched and he grunted, pleased that Kyouya was finally doing what he knew would be done. "That is definitely more like it, Kyouya."
Again, his composure was being tried to an extent that was nearly beyond him, but Kyouya was keeping as much of his composure as he felt he could. He weaved his fingers into Tama's hair again, pulling the strands in his hand taut to raise his chin and expose his neck. The look of longing and lust in Tama's eyes was enough to drive him to bite down, lavish it with kisses and trace the pink bite marks with his tongue. All of this to his extreme and slowly-fading-unwilling pleasure as he heard Tama gasp at his bites of gentle or fierce force and grunt as his slowly rising erection started to rub against Kyouya's and moan as his rear was caressed and opening was played with.
Kyouya finally let go, incapable of lasting any longer. He flipped Tama over onto his back and all but shoved himself between Tama's legs. He was still wearing those green shorts and nothing else, to Kyouya's slight but very miniscule confusion; he had many other thoughts on his mind now as he slid the shorts off and Tama kicked them off across the room.
"You know what it is, and I think I have come to accept that," Kyouya breathed out, almost hovering over Tama's exposed figure, tugging down the band of his shorts, revealing the left cheek where he traced from Tama's waist to the side of said cheek and Tama shivered with what could have been anticipation or delight, if not both. "There is no real reason to state the obvious here."
"But there is Kyouya," Tama said, raising a finger to Kyouya's lips to trace their shape. "You need to say it, that you need—"
"Shut up," Kyouya whispered, drawing his face closer to Tama's, resting his forehead on the other's ever so gently. "I am well aware of the fact that I need you right now."
That was that, he fully understood in that moment that this was more real than he could have asked for it to be. Oh, how Kyouya needed Tama. He needed him so much at this point in his life it was shameful but also completely unbearable. Kyouya then rushed Tama's hand away from his face, pushing down both wrists to kiss that blabbering mouth shut.
Tama moaned into the kiss, parting his lips ever so slightly, all but verbally inviting Kyouya in, an invitation he gladly accepted as their tongues met again. Kyouya took Tama's mouth for his own, tasting and giving up all of his reserves as soon as he realized that he truly wanted this more than anything.
He let go of Tama's wrists, letting his hands beeline for his shirt, working to get him undressed. Kyouya even felt that it wasn't quite right that he was still dressed so he balanced himself on his knees to get his shorts off, hovering above Tama's bare form, kissing his neck and nipping at his ear, earning a small sigh or some devilish chuckles.
Once they were off, Kyouya kicked his shorts off the bed and Tama flung his shirt in the same direction: far, far away from them; they were no longer necessary.
Tama let out the most purposefully sensual moan as Kyouya began rubbing his growing length against the other's own. Kyouya grabbed both of their hard-on's and began pumping his against Tama's.
There was sighing, audible heavy breathing, hip jerking, bodily spasms, frantic touching and gripping of a hand, waist, round end, or nipple; hair pulling, kissing and biting and licking, and pleading whimpers from both of them when Kyouya began to increase his grip and pace. It was filling Kyouya's entire form, clouding his ability to think for even a second about anything else and overwhelming him. The heat emanating from his body and this still-unknown but absolutely luscious creature was almost suffocating, only furthering Kyouya's want for satisfaction.
Tama caught sight of this heated need and grabbed the back of Kyouya's neck, pressing their faces together in another heated mashing of lips.
"Don't you want to satisfy your craving?" Tama asked, causing Kyouya's hips to jerk forward one last time, earning a new low, guttural sigh from the dark being below him. "Take me, Kyouya."
"You have no idea…" Kyouya answered, tugging on Tama's left hipbone to flip him onto his stomach. "…how much of you I'm going to take tonight."
Tama smiled that absolutely sinister smile that he made, knowing he was soon to relish in the joining of their bodies in sexual release. Just as quickly as the night before, Kyouya pulled out the small bottle of lube underneath his pillow and slicked his member up and down. As he did so he teased Tama, playfully prodding at his entrance with the tip of his erection.
"Don't play with me," Tama whined, practically pleaded. "Do it, Kyouya, stab me with your hard-on."
He almost lost it then; if not for the fact that he remembered Tama saying something similar the prior night, he would have started laughing uncontrollably.
So, he was done playing; he penetrated the small opening, causing Tama to gasp, arch his back downward, and tense up. Quickly but carefully, Kyouya slipped the majority of his length inside in one go, daring to stop there for but a moment.
"You are all mine, tonight, Tama." Kyouya groaned, letting the both of them get used to the sudden intrusion and tight enclosure.
"Then make it so," Tama said, swaying his hips side to side, grinding Kyouya further into him.
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