All Tied Up
WC: 388
U is for Urge
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There was something about the relinquished control of having your hands bound that Haruhi was not yet used to. She flexed her fingers. Her wrists were bound together with a silken sash and tied overhead to the bed frame.
Kyoya laid by her side, swishing a white feather up and down her midriff. He brushed each nipple with the stiff feather, tickling them until they were tight and aching. The feather drifted down her stomach, dipping into her naval, going lower still to get caught in the hair between her legs. She shuddered and brought her knees together, but she wasn't able to shy away from the attack. The feather was able to touch and agitate places that fingers had a hard time reaching.
The feather came all the way back up its trail, stopping at the dip of her throat… only to repeat the process again.
In its wake, the feather left little shadows of sensations. It wasn't the single motion that caused the feelings, but the multiple cross-tracking, sweeping, shuddering gestures that left her writhing and pulling at her bound hands.
Kyoya smoothed back her bangs from her face, since they had gotten patted down from the sweat on her forehead. He tossed the feather somewhere into the distance and straddled her waist. He kissed her throat, feeling the breath quivering there, and then dropped lower to her breast.
This time, he used his tongue to follow the feather's tracks.
Haruhi had started to make little mewls that she didn't know she could formulate. They were between a sigh of pleasure and the motion of a lost breath.
Kyoya lapped his tongue against the connection of her thigh and groin, which made her gasp and her hips bucked. The entanglement of her wrists and the frustration of being bound only enhanced the sensitivity.
He looked up at her, smiling at her miserable plight. "Is this the part where you start to beg?"
She moaned and twisted on the bed sheets. "Ngh."
"I'm sorry? What did you say?"
"Please, Kyoya, please stop teasing…"
In a lazy motion, he circled his fingers at the joint of her hip. He licked his lips. "You know, I like it when you follow up on these urges after books you've read," he said as he dropped his head between her legs.