Woo! Managed to finish this scene fairly quickly. And I still have some time to study for my finals tonight.
Hopefully posting two chapters in quick succession will make up for the long chapterless period of time. This chapter is mostly Kyouya and Kaoru making out and then being disgustingly sweet with each other.
Thanks to Lovers Revenge for reviewing so quickly. I'm still grinning and bouncing in my seat from your comments.
"Sorry Kyouya," Kaoru mumbled, refusing to look up from his shoes.
"Oh, it's fine. I can't exactly complain about finally hearing your confession, can I?" Kyouya was stealing glances of Kaoru's flushed face, downcast eyes, and vulnerable stance. He looked deliciously attractive. And everyone else was gone for the afternoon, meaning he had Kaoru all to himself. He leered at that thought before stepping into Kaoru's personal space.
As the other boy entered his line of sight, Kaoru looked up and into Kyouya's hungry eyes, still blushing but glad that he'd finally confessed. Then he glanced down at those lips he was quickly becoming addicted to, licking his own in anticipation. A murmur of approval escaped Kyouya's throat as he leaned down and slowly, evilly, licked the line between Kaoru's lips.
In response, Kaoru opened his mouth, disappointed when the lovely tongue was gone. He wrapped his arms around Kyouya's neck and pulled him closer, leaning up to bite the plump lower lip, worrying it carefully between his white teeth, licking it with the tip of his tongue.
Kyouya suppressed a groan at the feeling and reached up to caress the soft column of Kaoru's throat with his left hand, sneaking it beneath the collar of the paint-splattered t-shirt. When that didn't make the younger boy release his hold, he used his right hand to skim over Kaoru's chest, pausing to rub a curious thumb over the nub of Kaoru's left nipple.
That made Kaoru gasp, let go of Kyouya's lip, and throw his head back. Chuckling in triumph, Kyouya moved his left hand into auburn hair, positioning Kaoru's head at just the right angle to plunder his mouth. Kaoru whimpered as he felt the hot tongue slide against his own, stroking back with just as much want.
His hands, which had still been resting behind Kyouya's neck, moved to caress the fine back of his upperclassman. He adored the broad shoulders, the dip under his shoulder-blades, the indentation of his spine. Cloth rumpled under his fingertips, only to be smoothed again moments later.
Similarly, Kyouya's hands roamed over Kaoru, but his did not restrain themselves. The left hand resumed its place on Kaoru's throat with fingertips brushing into fine auburn hair, loving the way the muscles played under his palm as the boy kissed. His right hand explored the planes of Kaoru's back, the slender lines of his waist, and the soft texture of his ribs. Then, his fingers returned to the nipple, pinching this time, before rubbing soothingly.
Kaoru made a small noise in the back of his throat, leaning into the touch. His eagerness made Kyouya lose some of his patience, and the taller boy separated their mouths. Kaoru began to protest until Kyouya reached down and pulled Kaoru's t-shirt off, before kissing him, mouth already open, and returning his hands to their previous positions.
The feel of Kaoru's skin was divine, smooth and soft and warm. It made Kyouya want to do wicked things, and he saw no reason not to follow those desires. He slid his thigh between Kaoru's legs, pressing it against the tent in the designer jeans.
Tossing his head back, Kaoru didn't even try to suppress his groan this time. Kyouya took advantage Kaoru's exposed throat and began pressing wet kisses to it, beginning at the hard edge of his jaw, pausing below his ear, licking a stripe down to where neck and shoulder meet. There, he opened his mouth, grazed his teeth lightly, and then sucked gently.
Kaoru moaned again, unwittingly bucking his hips against Kyouya's firm thigh. Everything was warm and pleasantly unclear. He alternated between gasps and whines, desperate for more. Kyouya, similarly, felt as though the room was about to combust. Every noise Kaoru made and every time he pressed his erection into Kyouya's thigh made Kyouya more and more desperate.
Both were far too caught up in each other to notice the sound of the door opening.
"Aaaah!"
They jerked apart, both faces reddening from embarrassment, and turned just in time to see Satoshi trip over his own feet in his haste to escape. The poor boy's face was also red, and his eyes were screwed shut, as though he was hoping to unsee what he had just witnessed.
"Satoshi? Are you alright?" Mori rushed into the room and almost succeeded in hiding his own blush at seeing the state Kyouya and Kaoru were in.
"I'm so sorry," Kaoru hastily pulled on his t-shirt. Then he hid his face behind his hands. "We weren't expecting anyone else to come back in here," he offered as a weak explanation.
"Somehow," Hikaru interjected from the doorway, "I don't think either of you were thinking about anyone else at all." He looked more amused than anything. Mori's blush intensified.
"Poor Satoshi," Hunny giggled, patting his younger cousin on the head, a feat which was only possible due to Satoshi's continued position on the floor.
"I think I'm gonna go...gonna go somewhere...yeah," Satoshi pulled himself back into a standing position and retreated.
"Well, since he was going to clean up in here, I guess that task falls to the two of you," Hikaru mused, grinning at them. His grin faded a little under the force of Kyouya's glare.
"It's only fair, Kyouya," Hunny told him, assuming, as he did on occasion, a position of authority.
"Trash is in that closet," Mori said, avoiding their gazes and motioning towards the corner of the room.
"Fine. We'll clean up in here. I apologize for any trauma done to your younger brother," Kyouya was businesslike as usual. Mori just shrugged, still not looking at them, before following Hunny out of the room. Hunny leaped onto Mori's back and whispered something into his cousin's ear, making the tallest Host turn red. Hunny laughed.
After Hikaru closed the door behind him as he left, Kaoru sunk to the ground, face buried in his hands.
"I'm so embarrassed! I can't believe that Satoshi, of all people, walked in on us. The poor kid's probably scarred for life now! I want to die."
"Don't worry," Kyouya said, "I'm sure he'll get over it. Who knows, maybe this will be what it takes to get him to finally do something about his feelings for Haninozuka Yasuchika." He smirked.
"Really?" Kaoru looked up, still in a heap, "Yasuchika? Huh." He thought about it, then laughed.
"Better?" Kyouya looked down on him, hand extended. Kaoru took it and allowed Kyouya to pull him close.
"Much," he answered, enjoying the feeling of Kyouya's arms around him. They stood like that a few moments before separating and beginning to clean.
After wrapping all of the pumpkin goo in the newspaper it sat on, figuring that Hunny lost all desire to bake the seeds after Satoshi's surprise, they threw it in the large trashcan in the closet.
"Doesn't Mori have servants to do this?" Kaoru complained, looking distastefully at the orange strings clinging to him.
"Theirs is a more utilitarian family," Kyouya explained. Then he pulled two individually wrapped hand sanitizing cloths from his pocket. "They try to do things on their own."
Kaoru 'hmm'd' in response and thanked Kyouya for the wipe. He didn't understand it, but he supposed he could respect it.
"Now what?" Kaoru asked, hoping that they could make out some more.
"Sadly, I have some work to do now. Then I have to finish my homework for the weekend." Kyouya held his hand out for Kaoru to grab. Kaoru did, but he still looked a little disappointed.
"So I guess that means I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Kaoru looked at his shoes. They were a little dirty.
"Yes. And we'll have the auction tomorrow at club, then we'll have the next three afternoons to spend together. Then it will be Friday already and we'll celebrate Halloween," he pulled Kaoru into another hug.
"You sound pretty confident," Kaoru commented, rubbing his face against Kyouya's chest. Kyouya's scent could still be detected under the smell of pumpkins.
"Of course. Why else would I have engineered such a competition? I deserve some time off. Tamaki will be too busy with the extra guests to cause any real damage, I have complete confidence in Haruhi's abilities, and Hikaru will be able to attract even more customers by acting distraught over your absence." His fingers found their way into Kaoru's hair, combing it gently. Then he sighed deeply, pulled back, pressed a firm, chaste kiss to Kaoru's lips, and separated himself completely.
"I really have to go now. See you tomorrow," Kyouya obviously wanted to stay, and that made Kaoru feel better.
"See you tomorrow, Kyouya," Kaoru smiled at him.
"Oh, and if you're going to spend the afternoon with Hikaru, Hunny, and Mori, I suggest you make sure Hunny is in the room before barging in," Kyouya advised.
"Why?"
"I wonder," Kyouya answered, grinning in that omniscient way of his.
Um, so I'm sorta foreshadowing something. It's not going to be a major thing, but as soon as I thought about it, it was too cute to resist. I will probably write a full-out fic for it later. Well, maybe. After the one-shot (hopefully) plot-bunny that evil Ms. Yaoi Princess aka Swisheh has planted in my head.
Also, I love making things as awkward as possible for characters. I was originally going to have Mori interrupt, but then Satoshi popped into my head and the idea was too evil to resist.
I hope you like it!