Something to Control
WC: 855
H is for Hat
Timeline: Haruhi is twenty-four and Kyoya is twenty-five.
There were days when work wasn't a problem. Then there were days when he wanted to strangle everyone that came into the office.
The latter, unfortunately, was one of those days.
At 12:34 a.m. when Kyoya finally got home, there was only one butler and maid still awake. They smiled and took his coat and briefcase, careful of what they said since the air around Kyoya was so tense they were afraid that they might break it the wrong way.
"Would you like any dinner, master Kyoya?" The maid asked, holding his coat.
"No. I'm going to bed," Kyoya said, heading to the grand staircase.
"Goodnight, then," she said, curtsying even though he wasn't looking. Her mother had taught her that manners mattered even if no one was paying attention.
The butler, who was the maid's husband, chuckled quietly, "I doubt he'll be going to bed soon," he smirked while his wife just rolled her eyes at him.
*.*
Kyoya opened the door to his room, planning on taking a shower before turning in. But his thoughts were sidetracked when he saw his wife sitting on the bed. Her legs were crossed, her arms were stretched out behind her, and all she was wearing was a hat.
"Have a nice day at work?" She asked, tilting her head and smiling.
"I've had better," he said, pulling his tie off. He stepped out of his shoes and dropped the tie onto his dresser, then started to unbutton his shirt.
Haruhi uncrossed her legs then crossed them in the other direction. The little beret on her head slipping a bit.
"And how was your day," Kyoya said, having a hard time caring, he dropped the shirt onto the ground and placed his glasses on the dresser.
"Same old, same old," she said, her stomach fluttering in anticipation as he finally came to stand in front of her.
He smoothly pushed her down into the silken sheets. "Nothing new to report on?"
"I brought a hat," she said with a giggle, feeling his palms as they roved up her stomach, pushing and prodding the soft skin.
"I noticed."
*.*
His kiss was hot and harsh, his tongue plundering her mouth. She tried to respond with as much urgency.
He brought his head down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard on the small, aching nub.
She moaned and twisted, digging her fingers into his muscled stomach. Her hands started to wander downwards, undoing his belt and slipping her hands into his slacks. She gripped his erection, pumping her hands up and down its length.
He growled, low in his throat, then batted her hands away, grabbing her wrists and locking them over her head. He kicked off his pants and boxers, and then ran his thumb over the lips of her opening.
She writhed, her back arched and her hips rolling. He liked having control over her.
He paused, the thought solidifying in his mind. She was something that he could control, unlike all the business officials that he had to deal with.
But did he really want to control her? He didn't want to stifle her, or tie her down. He wanted her to be happy, so where did control start?
Even if he couldn't control his life, he didn't want to turn around and try to control his partner, just so he could be in control of something.
*.*
Taking a whole step back, he leaned in and kissed the soft spot right behind her ear. His lips started making butterfly kisses across her throat; he ran his tongue along her collarbone, kissing her shoulder.
She sighed, her chest heaving as she drew in breath.
He watched her squirm beneath him, the way her stomach clenched and her small breasts flattened themselves under their own weight. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted to breathe easier.
He kissed her eyes and her forehead.
Haruhi opened her brown eyes, seeing him watching her with his darker ones. "What's wrong?" She asked, her voice sounding hoarse.
He shook his head, then kissed her carefully on the lips. Her body fell into response, her lips moving against his just as tenderly.
"Nothing," he said.
"Then love me," she wrapped her arms around his neck.
It didn't take much coaxing. He buried himself inside of her.
*.*
Afterwards, he traced his hands over the side of her stomach, trailing over her hips, then coming back up to move over the length of her arm and the curve of her shoulder.
Her breathing was long and deep, sleeping peacefully as his hands claimed her.
Sighing, he finally stopped. He encircled his arms around her and brought her close, kissing her neck.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear.
*.*
From all the times that Haruhi would jokingly say that she could count on one hand how many times that he'd actually said 'I love you,' to her, he would normally just smile and then kiss her senseless.
But she'd never know how many times he told her when she was sleeping.
*.*
The little black beret was left forgotten on the floor.
Notes: This almost became 'H is for Headache', the very reason why I didn't update yesterday.
Except, honestly, I think that would've worked just as well:
Haruhi moved away from him and messaged her temple, "No, not tonight, honey, I have a headache."