Time flew by and before they knew it, it was almost time for Honey and Mori's graduation. After a 'man-to-man' discussion with one of the two graduating seniors, Kyoya planned the Host Club Graduation Trip so that it coincided with Haruhi's birthday.
After a lavish dinner consisting of fancy tuna, huge crabs and fresh sea urchin, Haruhi heard a knock on her door.
"Mori-senpai, Kyoya-senpai! What are you doing here?"
"We came to give you your birthday present." Kyoya replied.
Haruhi cocked her head. "I've already received it, remember? You gave me a tablet computer, and Mori-senpai gave me an engraved stationery set. Thank you once again."
"You have one more present." Mori informed her. Taking a step forward, he carried her over his shoulder and proceeded to dump her on the bed, while Kyoya locked the door behind them.
"Mori-senpai? Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi asked uncertainly.
"It has come to my attention, Haruhi," Kyoya said as he calmly unbuttoned his shirt. "That you have a secret fantasy to have both of us take you at the same time."
"I…" Haruhi blushed, before giving Mori a half-hearted glare.
Mori leaned down to press his lips against hers, swallowing any additional protest she might or might not had.
Discarding his shirt aside, Kyoya knelt in between Haruhi's legs and pushed up the hem of her skirt. "You're wearing the lingerie I bought you. Good." He reached towards the tiny piece of string covering her privates and began to lick her through the thin material.
Haruhi moaned into Mori's mouth, causing him to slip a hand into her blouse to recapture her attention. Pulling on a nipple, he toyed with it until he felt it harden underneath his touch.
Not wanting to be outdone, Kyoya reached a hand upwards and began to tweak her other nipple, causing Haruhi to buckle forwards at the very different sensations her two nipples were experiencing.
Then, as if following some silent cue, both of them withdrew from her abruptly.
"What do you think, Haruhi? Do you want us to continue?" Kyoya smirked at her.
Haruhi sat up and reached for both their belts with her hands. "You're overdressed for my birthday party."
Kyoya fidgeted slightly when he found his clothing fully divested. Despite his mental preparation, he had never actually appeared naked and aroused before another man.
Fortunately, Haruhi did not let the two men dwell too long on their awkward situations. Falling on her knees. She grabbed Kyoya with one hand and Mori with the other, taking turns to suck, lick and deepthroat both cocks. Once fully sheathed in her mouth, both men forgot about their insecurities and focused only on getting their turn with her.
Once they were fully aroused with no chance of turning back, they shifted their attention to her to return the favour. With practiced ease, Mori nudged her legs apart and began to eat her out, savouring her delicious juices as they begin to flow freely. Kyoya, on the other hand, cupped her breasts with his hands and kneaded them gently, occasionally landing a strong pinch on her nipples which made her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Haruhi was floating on cloud nine as every part of her body was stimulated simultaneously. There were hands and lips everywhere around her body, that she could no longer differentiate who was doing what. She closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to overtake her.
Suddenly, she felt something being strapped around her waist and positioned just above her clit. Before she could open her eyes to see what's happening, a familiar throb burst through her veins. Those bastards, not another vibrator – OOOH! YES, MORE!
Mori eyed the little bullet in satisfaction, knowing that it would guarantee Haruhi an explosive ending tonight. The only thing they had to make sure was that they control the speed and not let her cum too soon.
He let his eyes trailed to Kyoya and saw that he had just put the nipple clamps in place. Mori double-checked to make sure that it wasn't too painful. Finally satisfied with the state of Haruhi's body, he flipped her onto her stomach. "On your hands and knees, slut." He said in his sternest Kendo master voice.
Haruhi immediately scrambled to obey his instructions, used to receiving instructions from him. She felt the tug as the nipple clamps strove to obey the force of gravity and whimpered softly. As a result, Mori increased the vibration of the bullet.
Kyoya stood in front of Haruhi and painted her lips with his precum. "I'm going to fuck your mouth, Haruhi, and you're going to take all of it like a good girl, is that understood?"
Haruhi nodded frantically, eager to taste Kyoya.
Just as Kyoya made himself home in her mouth, Haruhi felt an intrusion at her vagina. Mori was nudging his cock into her, and she couldn't help but moan around Kyoya's member.
"God, that's good." She heard Kyoya hiss. Taking that as cue, Haruhi hummed and moaned unabashedly as she was taken from front and back.
Neither Kyoya nor Mori held back as they pushed themselves into her repeatedly, knowing that she could take it. As they increased their thrusts Mori also mirrored the intensity of the vibrator, causing Haruhi to moan louder and to contract her vaginal walls more frequently.
When Mori felt close to completion, he turned the vibrator to maximum speed and rammed himself into Haruhi, feeling Kyoya mirror his actions on the other end. A giant shudder passed through Haruhi's body before falling limp, at which point her weight had to be supported by the two guys. Kyoya held Haruhi's chin up and shot his load down her throat, making sure to close her mouth so that she swallowed all his seed. Mori, too, pulled out at the last moment and grabbed her chin to empty his load into her mouth, wanting her to remember the taste on him on her tongue.
They carried a worn out Haruhi and laid her on the bed. "That was a lot of cum." She muttered tiredly, unconsciously licking her lips and causing the two men to shake their heads. She really had no idea how alluring she was.
"Happy birthday, Haruhi." Kyoya gave her a kiss on her forehead.
"Happy birthday, Haruhi." Mori said, leaving one last kiss on her lips. Now that he was graduating, their 'contract' had come to an end. He would no longer be able to kiss her or hold her as he was able to for the past 10 months. He felt his heart tear at the prospect of saying goodbye to her. However, he loved and respected her enough to understand that if he still wanted her in the future, then he would have to pursue her the normal way, with time and attention and charisma; not just with expensive kimonos and money.
Just as they were about to move away, Haruhi clutched onto Mori's hand. "Stay." She mumbled in her sleep.
Mori and Kyoya exchanged a look before shrugging and climbed into bed on either side of Haruhi.
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?"
Mori woke up with a start at the noise, only to find himself staring into the eyes of Tamaki, Hikaru, Kaoru and an apologetic Honey.
He took a moment to evaluate the situation. Okay, all three of them were definitely naked, there was no denying that. Bits of clothing littered the floor, so there was no explaining that as well. He was contemplating how to answer when someone beat him to it.
Haruhi sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Tamaki-senpai, you're 18 years old. Stop barging into other people's room unannounced." She stated calmly, wrapping the quilt around her torso. "And as we're all over the age of consent here, let's just say that we were minding our own businesses and leave it at that."
Kyoya stirred, unhappy that his sleep was interrupted. "Tamaki, get out." He snatched the quilt back from Haruhi and promptly fell back asleep.
"Mou, senpai." Haruhi sighed at Kyoya fondly. "Mori-senpai, do you mind passing me a shirt or something?" She looked up at the rest of the Hosts. "Seriously, can you guys please leave to let us get dressed?"
"No!" Tamaki shook his head. "Who knows what will happen if we leave you alone again."
Mori silently picked up a discarded shirt from the floor – Kyoya's, from the looks of it – and handed it to Haruhi. "If you insist." He said and got out of bed butt naked.
"JESUS CHRIST, cover yourself up!" Tamaki yelled.
"Actually, Tono, you were the one you refused to give them privacy." Hikaru said. He wasn't that bothered by Mori's nudity, in fact stealing an eyeful of his junk as he watched him walk into the bathroom. He was more concerned with the fact that Haruhi had slept naked with Kyoya and Mori and the implications that came with it.
"Okay, we'll give you 5 minutes. No hanky-panky!" Tamaki said and rushed out of the room, dragging the twins with him.
Honey lingered for a moment. "Would you like me to bring you a change of clothes, Takashi?" He asked sweetly, as if nothing was wrong with finding his cousin in bed with a girl and another guy.
"Yes, please, Mitsukuni. Thank you."
Honey nodded and left. Mori came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips, handing a bathrobe to Haruhi. "So what now?" He asked.
She shrugged. "Nothing. Tamaki can freak out as much as he likes, but I can do whatever I want."
"I'll protect you." He vowed.
She laughed and kissed his chest. "I know."
"Where's Kyo-chan?" Honey asked when Haruhi and Mori finally emerged in the living room, fully dressed.
"Sleeping." Mori answered.
"What! Why didn't you wake him up? Don't you think he should be present for such an important conversation too?" Tamaki asked.
"Not really." Haruhi answered, biting into a croissant that was on the table. "You're probably a lot safer this way too."
"…"
"Haruhi, are you dating one of them?" Hikaru asked cautiously.
"Nope." Haruhi answered easily.
"Did Kyoya threaten or bribe you into anything?" Kaoru continued.
Haruhi shook her head. "You guys." She huffed. "Stop thinking so poorly about Kyoya-senpai. He may be an egoist and an overachiever, but he is not some kind of thug who would take advantage of girls!"
"So what is really going on with you three?" Tamaki finally voiced out.
Haruhi exchanged a look with Mori. She was tempted to tell them the truth, but she had promised Kyoya absolute secrecy.
"She's our fluffer." A cold voice said from the stairs. All of them craned their necks and saw Kyoya standing there with an annoyed expression. "You were the one who told me that you didn't care what 'underhanded method' I use, Tamaki."
"But Kyoya, how could you do this to my precious daughter?!"
"Easy. She was my fluffer before she became your daughter, Tamaki."
"I AM NOT YOUR DAUGHTER, TAMAKI-SENPAI!"
"Wait, wait… So mommy is sleeping with our sister?" Of course, the twins just had to point that out.
"You forgot the neighbour, Hikaru." Kaoru pointed out.
"Oh yes, how can we forget the neighbour." They teased.
Haruhi smiled. She had a feeling that all was well with the twins if they could still tease them that way.
"This is wrong. This cannot go on. I hereby ban you from using Haruhi in that way!" Tamaki poked at Kyoya's chest.
"Excuse me, senpai, but I don't think that's for you to decide. Do you think that I have nothing to gain from this arrangement? In fact, I will do everything in my power to make sure that our agreement is fulfilled." Haruhi said in an icy tone.
"Don't you worry, Haruhi, Daddy will buy you anything you want in the world. Is it a place in Harvard? Oxford? London School of Economics?" Tamaki cooed at her like a three-year-old.
Haruhi stood straight as she glared down at Tamaki, making her look ten-feet-tall despite only being five-foot-four in reality. He cowered at her glower. "For your information, Daddy," She poked him in the chest strongly. "This is the reason why you will NEVER date me."
Before he could protest that all he wanted was to protect his baby girl, she continued. "And yes, it is time that you wake up from your delusion. Despite your many flaws and obnoxious behaviour, I do value you as a good friend. But that is all we will ever be, because you insist on treating women like helpless objects that cannot decide for themselves." She took a deep breath. "Neither Kyoya-senpai nor Mori-senpai is my husband or even my boyfriend. Nevertheless, if I want to sleep with any or both of them, it is MY decision and MY decision alone."
She shoved a croissant into his mouth to prevent him from speaking up immediately, hoping that it would give him enough time to process what she had just told him.
After Haruhi had stormed off into her room, Honey patted Tamaki on the back. "She nailed you right in the head, Tama-chan. If you cannot respect her, then I'm afraid you do not have a chance. Nee Takashi?"
"Ah."
"You!" He turned towards Mori. "How dare you say that! If you respected Haruhi, you wouldn't use her in such a manner!" Tamaki accused.
Mori rose up to his full height, causing Tamaki to take a step back in intimidation. "You still don't get it, do you?" He asked in a deep voice. "What Haruhi wants is not for you to decide what is good or what is bad for her. What she wants in a man is someone who would walk up to her, with full knowledge that she is the sole and rightful owner of her own body, and beg for the privilege to be graced with her favour."
All of them stared wide-eyed and jaw-dropped at Mori's very long and very detailed explanation.
"It is true that we are currently paying her for her favour – as Mori puts it –" Kyoya added. "But make no mistake that we are both paying very, very steep prices; prices that Haruhi herself has demanded from us."
"And what is that?" The twins chorused, peering at them in curiosity.
Kyoya shifted his glasses. "That is a matter between me and Haruhi. But just to give you a hint, it is something that none of you in this room can afford."
Haruhi was just changing the sheets in her room when she heard a soft knock on the door. She hesitated for a moment before opening the door. "Oh, it's you, Mori-senpai."
He nodded at her. "May I come in?"
"Sure."' She stepped back and gestured him inside. She liked this aspect of Mori very much. He was always respectful to her and mindful of her personal space. Other than last night's 'birthday present', he never once approach her outside of their fluffing sessions. Even though they spent a lot of time alone during Kendo lessons and the occasional Host Club activities, he always kept a proper distance from her. Such as that time when he had found her in the storm, he had purposely averted his eyes when she got out of her wet clothes, even though both of them knew that he had seen her naked on more than one occasion.
He sat down on the couch and handed her a small envelope. "Your payment for this month." He said. "About the kimono…" He paused momentarily, as if uncertain how to continue.
"Oh, is there a problem? It's okay, you don't have to give me another one. After all, I've already gotten nine beautiful kimonos that I have yet to wear." She laughed, thinking of all the high-quality hand-sewn kimonos that she had piled up in her closet. Why Kyoya had asked her to request it, she had no idea. It wasn't like she had the chance to wear them, and she wouldn't want to sell them off either.
Mori shook his head. "No, I was going to ask you to give me more time. It's the last kimono, so I really want to give you something special."
"You don't have to, Mori-senpai. But thank you." She touched his arm. "For everything."
He bend down to caress her cheek gently. "No, thank you."
"I wish you all the best in America, senpai."
He nodded and kissed her on the forehead one last time. "Goodbye, Haruhi."
"Goodbye, Mori-senpai."