Rap, rap, rap. I rapped my knuckles on the table. The host club air was stuffy and warm. The ladies perfume clouded the air and made me want to stop breathing. Almost. No, I am not suicidal, Jeez. Get off my case, people. I am just saying. Their perfume stunk.
"You hardly seem at ease." Said a cool voice by my side. I looked up. It was Kyoya Ootori. The "cool" type.
"I was brought here against my will." I said with a small smile. He gave me a small smile.
"Tea?" He offered.
"No thank you, Ootori-senpai." I said in a rather tight voice.v I didn't really like talking to guys. Only reason I was here was because my best friend, Shimizu, had wanted to see some cute guys. AKA the Host club. They acted more like shameless players in my opinion, despite being staggeringly innocent in their... plays. So I was cowering in a corner, rubbing my hands nervously and chewing the skin off my lips. I slid a glance to Shimizu, who was siting with Souh-senpai, blushing her head off , clearly regretting her decision.
"What would put you at ease, Chinatsu-san?" Ootori-senpai asked in a seemingly earnest voice.
"Nothing." I blurted. "Or you could just let me insult you!" I added, as a joke. Insulting people released tension. Apparently. Me? Kind of awkward? Ha! N-... yes. He gave a light chuckle.
"Very well. Insult me, Ojou-sama." He took a seat in front of me, and adjusted his glasses with a slight smile. Damn glasses!
"Damn glasses!" I repeated what my head told me to say.
"Not to your liking?" He asked, titling his head slightly with the same cold smile.
"No no, on the contrary. Glasses are damn cool. Eh... hehe..." Silence.
"Hide and seek!" Tamaki shouted in the background.
"Shall we join?" Kyoya-senpai asked after a pause. No.
"Sure." At least I had an excuse to not actually be offensiveand insult him. He stood and extended his hand to me. "Thanks." I whispered hesitantly. I didn't use him for support but lightly touched his hands, cheeks a bit heated. I sent a glare at Shimizu who was already looking rather uncomfortable and pouty as it was. Yes. She can pout, look bitchy, uncomfortable and blush at the same time.
"I will be counting!" Tamaki said in a happy voice. He started counting and all the girls ran in all directions. I headed for the janitor closet and closed the door after me, locking myself in dark.
"Spot's taken." A voice whispered in my ear. Before I could squeak, pale fingers covered my lips. "Wouldn't want it to be found, ne?" I tore the fingers from my mouth and turned to glare at Ootori-senpai.
"Can you avoid such contact?" I snapped admittedly flustered.
"Such contact? As..." A finger traced my jawline "Such?" I pretended to not notice.
"Ah, eh, yes, obviously."
"Wasn't too obvious to me." He laughed lightly. His glasses glinted in a speck of light. "What about this?" He kissed the back of my hand. I blinked.
"I don't care." I said. He gave a small chuckle and brought the tip of my fingers to his lips. What on earth is he doing? At that point my throat was already closing. "Eh..." I started to protest. He parted his lips a bit and I felt a bit of warmth come to my face. His lips trail to the palm of my hand and he kissed again. I pull my hand away. "Maybe..."
"Maybe?" He asked. A shiver ran down my spine and I pulled my hand away. He smiled, adjusting his glasses.
"You can stop now."
"I am aware." He gave me his trademark closed eyed smile. "So tell me . Why are you not at ease with us?" I sighed.
"Attention is embarrassing. And apparently, I don't find joy in having the attention of a 'gentleman' for a short period of time. The interaction is shallow. The conversation never leaves that of idle chit-chat. How can anyone find pleasure in it?" I spoke quickly in a rather furious whisper.
"I understand your view point. However... I am willing to bet against part of your affirmations." He whispered back. The darkness was almost too thick for comfort. The stuffy air made me feel compressed. I gave a small nervous snort.
"Oh, very well. I am willing to stand for everything I have said." They were all based on past experiences. Chit chat wasn't my forte, unfortunately.
"The pleasure, I by the way enjoy your choice of words greatly, that can be found thank to the attention of a gentleman and a gentle man, notice the difference... Well I am afraid that you have underestimated it." He said in a rather suave voice. A shiver ran down my spine.
"Doubtful." I said. Very doubtful indeed.
"Are you sure that you are willing to stand by that?"
"Quite." I said curtly Pushing my bangs out of my face.
"And what are you willing to bet on it?" I blinked. He was really challenging me? What's the worst that could happen anyway? Him talking me to death. Or handing me a drugged tea. The latter seemed more lively.
"Eeeh. I have nothing. Choose."
"A favour. For later." He said, titling his head a little.
"And if you lose?" I asked. I refused to just let him do what he willed.
"I admit I am wrong. It should be interesting..." He said thoughtfully. I blinked again.
"I demand a favour too." I requested as confidently as I could. He looked at me.
"Oh?" He chuckles."Very well. Shall we now start the game?"
He took both my hands in his and his glasses flashed. He intertwined our fingers and took a step forwards. I took a step back. My back hit the wall. Oh. The corner of his lips twitched a bit. He squeezed my hand a second and took another step forwards. He pushed my hands to each side of my head. I looked away from him for a second and slid a glance to our hands. Mine shook a bit. I was only half aware of what was awaiting, realising too late that... This was a bad whole bet was. One of his hands slid down my sides and came back up to undo the ugly red ribbon on my dress. His faces comes closer to mine but instead of kissing my lips, the kiss my jawline... Going down.. Down. He pauses on a small spot between my jaw and my earand suckled. I almost let out a squeak of surprise. I had been expecting him to be just playing around. My breath caught itself in my throat and he went down my neck, onto my should, his lips leaving a burning trail. Every part of my body blazed up. He let go of my hands, bringing both of his to my sides and holding me tightly.
"Do you still deny a gentleman can bring pleasure?" He asked in a whisper, his face burried in my neck.
"Yes." I choked. "This is just..."
"Foreplay? I can't agree more." Before I could answer, his hands were wondering on my abdomen and back up my torso, strocking my chest and back to my collarbone. I kept my mouth firmly closed to not let a strange breath out. "Stubborness is a vice for most women... But it can be charming. And fuel the passion of her partner."
"Shut up." I mumbled. This amused him greatly and he went on stimulating me until he found the zipper on my dress. Oh no. He gave me a look, a slightly wicked smile spreading on his lips and before I could protest, he pressed his mouth to mine. His fingers came behind my, tugging at the zip. I squirmed and blushed but there was nothing to do. The zip came free and I felt him pull it down. But before I could concentrate on that me moved his lips, tugging on my bottom one. He ran his tongue over it and I opened my mouth slightly. It was as if I was reacting naturally to him. His tongue ran over my teeth for a second before brushing over mine. My hands, that were still limp at my sides, came up to the sides of his face and brought his face closer to mine. He parted his lips for me as I tried kissing for the first time. Yes... That was it. This was my first kiss. The second I realised that, my face exploded with heat. Even he could feel it as I felt his lips twitch in a smirk. His fingers were done with my zipper and his hands started stroking my back up and down, causing my skin to errupt into goosebumps. He unclipped my bra without a second thought and let all that hand loosely behind me. My hands left the side of his face to undo the first button of his jacket. He grabbed both my hands and pulled away. With a devious smile, adjusting his glasses.
"I believe you lost this game."
"I-" I couldn't deny it.
"Meet me after the host club." He said. "That is my request."
"But... Here?" I asked. I knew that I looked like a hot mess right now. It was embarrassing.
"Indeed. I have another game to play... Of a more... intense nature." He gave a chuckle and opened the door, leaving me in the closet. With my bra unclipped. What a gentleman.
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