Something
Q is for Quick
WC: 461
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Haruhi was lying besides Kyoya in their oversized bed, which was made up of lush silks and slippery satins. The pillows were plump with feathers and the mattress was yielding to their needs.
She pulled the thick comforter up around her naked chest, sighing with a smile on her face. After such a pleasant good-morning-turned-sexy romp, she was quite ready to drift back off into dreamland.
Kyoya's hair was damp from sweat and stuck to his forehead. She reached up and ran her fingers through it, since it was just too sexy to resist touching.
He captured her wrist in his hand and brought it down to his lips, where he gently kissed each fingertip. That was okay, it was when he started kissing her palm that she started to laugh and pull her hand away from his.
"That tickles," she said.
Kyoya, who still hadn't opened his eyes, just reached over and slipped a hand around her waist, sliding her closer across the slick sheets.
Snuggled up against him, she gave some opened-mouthed kisses to his chest. She trailed them up to his collarbone, licking the dip there. She moved up a little higher, nuzzling his jawline and kissing his chin.
She could feel his day-growth stubble rubbing against her nose like a cheese-grater.
Haruhi wasn't sure, but it felt like he had fallen asleep on her.
How rude, she thought. But it didn't stop her from tracing a hand up his side, feeling muscles and skin yield against her fingers. She could feel secret dimples and sensitive spots. Her hand trailed through the line of hair below his naval.
When she looked up to his face, she noticed that he had opened his eyes. Not very far, although, with all that drowsiness weighing them down.
Haruhi continued to run her hand up and down his stomach, getting low enough that the teasing was obvious, and high even that it appear that she was about to reach up and touch his face. Each movement was done in slow, sweeping motions.
She could feel him grow hard beside her. She could feel his sensitive belly jump each time her hand passed certain sections.
His sleep-drugged movements caused him to go slowly and deliberately, but he finally managed to situate himself above her. With the comforter removed between them, they were skin to skin.
They kissed like they were drugged, lost in the ethereal quality of their lovemaking.
Perhaps it was something with the early morning. The spring breeze. The scent of the rain from last night. The feel of the silk against skin, or fingers touching intimate places that only lovers are entrusted with.
No matter what it was, sometimes partners needed to remember that not everything had to be quick.