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works/1897302.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Morinozuka_Takashi/Ootori_Kyouya
  Character:
      Morinozuka_Takashi, Ootori_Kyouya
  Additional Tags:
      Porn_with_Feelings, One_Shot, Tags_Are_Hard, Bottom!Mori, Top!Kyouya
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-04 Words: 2792
****** Don't Be Late ******
by koibito
Summary
     Takashi pushed himself up, weakly slipping on his clothes. Kyouya
     gave him a kiss and left, not saying I love you or I like you or
     anything except:
     "See you tomorrow. Don't be late."
     It wasn't until he had laid down to bed that night did he realize
     that Kyouya hadn't even taken off his pants during that whole ordeal.
Notes
     yeah man this is my first fic on here, so sorry if it's horribly ooc.
     i wrote it, like, a year or so ago, and just now i'm posting it on
     here.
     once again, i apologize if it sucks or if it's cliche!
Takashi's breath was steady, beads of perspiration sliding down his half-naked
form. His shirt was somewhere discarded off to the side of the practice area.
He was currently in the Kendo Club room. It was a bit late - school had been
let out over two hours ago. And yet, Takashi was still there.
He had come here immediately after his duties at the Host Club, ridiculous
shenanigans that had went on leaving him rather annoyed. And that was saying
something. Takashi was the "silent type," calm and mellow. But, the twins had
gone so far and they had made Honey cry, which was not on Takashi's schedule.
Honestly, when would they ever learn?
Of course, Takashi hadn't reacted that badly. He had held Honey protectively
and soothed his tears, and Kyouya scolded the gingers on their behavior.
Takashi couldn't help but feel a little touched at the notion.
The sun was setting. It was the middle of October, so the days were getting
shorter. Takashi had kept the windows open, so he could smell the scent of
nature and feel the cool breeze on his back. He felt natural light was better
than the fluorescent lights hanging overhead, anyway. He'd leave when the sun
disappeared behind the horizon of Japanese buildings.
Takashi ran a hand through his hair, shinai gripped firmly in his delicate, yet
powerful hands. A loud thwack! cut through the air, followed by another and
another. The eighteen year old grunted softly from exertion. His muscles
rippled under his skin, absorbing the kickback from the force of his strikes.
The wooden dummy was soon disarmed, and Takashi delivered the final blow to the
top of it's head. The dummy fell straight off it's post.
Takashi cursed softly. That was the second time--this week.
Takashi set up another dummy, beginning again. His thoughts drifted around to
nothing in particular. When he got home, he had to feed his tanuki and do his
homework. Right now, he was just letting out some pent-up stress. The test he
had coming up in Geography--one of his favorite subjects--was grinding on his
nerves as well. Takashi thought of Tamaki and Haruhi, and how they constantly
danced around their feelings. Why couldn't they just get together already?
Despite Tamaki's daddy fetish, he was a good match for Haruhi. He cared for
her, at least.
Takashi's train of thought swerved, and he found himself focusing on Kyouya.
There really wasn't much to say about him. He was cold and calculating, and he
was best friends with Tamaki. His family had its own police force. He and
Takashi didn't really speak much, though it wasn't because Takashi actually
didn't speak much. It was more because, well, they didn't have that much in
common. They didn't have much of a need to converse. Kyouya had asked them to
join the host club, and Honey thought it would be fun. Takashi really only
joined to watch over his cousin. It was interesting, to say the least; a bit
time consuming. He didn't get many customers, though Honey did and they were
considered a pair.
A low chuckle disturbed him around an hour later, and Takashi froze, standing
straight. His shinai was at the ready, if this stranger decided to attack.
The person stepped from the shadowed doorway, the hallway behind him
suspiciously dark. It was Kyouya. Takashi glanced out the window. The sun was
still up, albeit sinking slowly.
"Mori-senpai," Kyouya regarded Takashi with smirk. Takashi shifted the shinai
in his hands, making a soft sound of acknowledgment.
"Practicing, are we?" the younger boy purred, pushing up his glasses. They
glinted in the sunlight, a golden color, hiding the lust that was resting
there. Takashi relaxed, nodding briefly. He was never one for words. "And
Honey-senpai?"
"His mother is taking him shopping," Takashi replied, offhandedly. "Alone."
Kyouya's smirk only seemed to widen. "Yes, I see," he said, walking closer. The
ever-present black book in his hands wasn't there for once, which was
surprising. Takashi would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about what was
in it--everyone was.
Takashi moved over to the benches, sitting down heavily upon the wood. He swung
a towel over his shoulder and grabbed his water bottle, gulping down half of
it.
Kyouya was behind him suddenly, leaning down to whisper into his ear, "You
know, everyone else is gone. The janitors went home early, as well as the
teachers. We're the only two in this entire school."
Takashi nearly sputtered, not used to having anyone but Honey so close to him.
He held his composure, arching a brow.
"Yes, Mori-senpai. The only ones," Kyouya sensually licked the shell of his
upperclassmen's ear, hand groping down his chest.
Takashi felt the blush rising on his cheeks. If he was honest with himself,
Kyouya was sexy. Takashi had found out that side of him not too long ago, and
definitely wasn't against experimenting. Of course, if that was what Kyouya
wanted. Which was a stupid insecurity, because they were both teenage boys and
yes, they did want that. Takashi opened his mouth to say something, and Kyouya
placed a wet kiss on his neck. Takashi lost his train of thought. Was he going
to protest? Encourage Kyouya? Grunt, like he always did?
Another dark chuckle announced itself to Takashi's ears.
God, he wanted Kyouya.
More kisses travelled around his neck, near his collarbone and in the hollow of
it. When Takashi made no movement except for the slight relaxation of his
spine, the shorter boy moved upwards.
Right behind Takashi's ear was where Kyouya finally got a soft sound out of
him. He expected his senpai to be quiet throughout this whole ordeal, but the
little cringe and hushed gasp were all too alluring. Kyouya had succeeded in
getting Takashi's steel guard down. Such an achievement for him, but then
again, not so much.
Kyouya deposited the placement of this weakness in his mind, nipping a little
at it. Takashi's hands were clenched and shaking.
It was intense.
Kyouya was intense, the fast beat of Takashi's heart was intense. The feeling
of skilled, sly hands running all over his body, picking at him piece by piece
and taking him down. The way his stomach twitched when Kyouya felt a certain
place on his side, and his lower stomach was sensitive, his hips, and Kyouya
could see the goosebumps rise up over Takashi's skin.
Somehow they ended up on the floor; on the mat that the Kendo Club practiced on
daily.
Kyouya was in between Takashi's legs, bent over his larger form. It was amazing
how their roles were switched. Usually the taller, broader, older one would be
doing this, but no.
Had Takashi always been so submissive? That was the question swashing through
Kyouya's head.
Takashi didn't act arrogant. He always had his head down, looking out for
others and listening attentively. He was watching, taking care. Was he
worrying? Maybe. Honey was dominant in their relationship, forcing his cousin
to take him places and buy him sweets; over dramatic and rather clingy. Takashi
was loyal as ever. Something about it made Kyouya angry.
He wanted to know more of everything.
Kyouya got to work, using his mouth to dictate Takashi's body. The olive
skinned boy was getting more expressive as this went on, a little breathless, a
little louder. A blush found its way to the surface of Takashi's skin. His skin
tingled, and his breath was warm. Kyouya's tongue slithered over his hips.
Hands pulled down his pants, exposing more skin. His underwear left with it.
Kyouya smirked; Takashi was average. He hadn't expected it, but he was
pleasantly surprised--more so the fact that he could already tell he was a bit
bigger.
Kyouya decided to tease his lover a little, sliding down. Takashi had long,
lithe legs that were well defined and had fine hairs that didn't take away the
fact that he was very well a man--no, not at all. Takashi was very manly, but
he was also discreetly feminine. Not all men had dainty little toes or such
soft skin. Takashi had long fingers and fine nails and his hair was silky. His
eyelashes were long, and his hips were sharp; very manly, discreetly feminine.
No one had ever gotten close enough to Takashi to find these things out, except
maybe Honey, but no matter how loyal Takashi was, he probably wouldn't go that
far.
Kyouya was the only one in the world who knew the beauty of Takashi Morinozuka,
and he damn well wanted to keep it that way.
Kyouya left hickeys on his inside of Takashi's thighs, and oh, the way the
older boy's toes curled. Takashi got more and more sensitive the closer Kyouya
was to his manhood, barely audible moans tumbling from him. His body was
overwhelmed already, virginity not yet taken but yes, it was.
Kyouya leaned back, taking off his own shirt and reaching into his pocket. He
had come here with the intention of having sex with Takashi, and he was a
person who very strongly practiced safe everything--as he had said weeks
before; he was okay with anything as long as it didn't harm him.
And in that, Kyouya produced lubrication and a condom from his pockets. Takashi
gazed up at him, breathing a bit hard. He was trembling, his body teased and
flushed.
Kyouya didn't open the condom just yet, leaving it off to the side. He adjusted
Takashi's body, flipping him over and pulling his hips forward. With the
motion, he had exposed Takashi's backside. His entrance looked tight, but
Kyouya was sure he'd fit sooner or later.
Kyouya poured a generous amount of clear lube onto his fingers, using his right
hand to do so. Using that same hand, he grasped Takashi's cheek, sliding his
hand over the skin. Then he spread them, his first finger hesitating.
"Are you okay with this?" Kyouya asked.
Consent. It was an unspoken agreement before, when neither of them were sure
who'd be receiving, despite Kyouya being prepared. The entire time, neither of
them had spoken a word.
It wasn't unusual. After all, they never communicated outside of this.
The fact that Takashi hadn't made any move to stop his could be considered
consent. He could easily overpower Kyouya. He had the skill, the muscle, the
training. He could stop Kyouya if he wanted to. Yet he didn't. An unspoken
truth.
The reply from Takashi was a small nod, but Kyouya needed more than that.
He moved Takashi again, putting him onto his back, Kyouya's right hand dripping
with lube. He leaned over him, looking into the hazy eyes of Takashi. Kyouya's
own were hard and concerned.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked again, his tone more demanding.
"Y-Yes," Takashi stuttered, finally. Kyouya smirked again, his fingers finding
his partner's hole. His fingers were wet as they traced it, getting it slick
for him. Takashi muffled a moan, his body jolting. A new rush of tingles washed
over his body.
Kyouya leaned down a little more, his lips and Takashi's connecting. It wasn't
awkward; the both of them had had their first kiss--from past relationships.
How they managed to keep them while being in the Host Club was a mystery, but
where else had they gotten the practice?
Takashi's tongue slid easily against Kyouya's. He knew it was a distraction,
because the moment Takashi made himself fully relax, Kyouya breached him.
Barely to his first knuckle, Kyouya realized this was going to be a long
process.
And it was. By the time Kyouya could get most of his index finger inside
Takashi, he was slowly jerking him off, teasing and stroking with skill. By the
second finger, Takashi had groaned a little in pain, gasping.
It was soft and hot inside of Takashi, and Kyouya loved it.
And they were still kissing. Kyouya pulled out his fingers, adding a little
more lube onto them and diving back in, three this time. He started to scissor
Takashi's gently, fingers aching a little. It was fine. He'd get his reward in
the end.
Then Kyouya found something inside of Takashi. Something amazing. Once he
brushed against it Takashi had--for the first time in this grueling
preparation--ground back down against Kyouya's fingers. It was an action he
wasn't expecting. Kyouya searched again this time, before finding a bit of a
soft, cushiony spot. He pressed his fingers against it, and Takashi trembled,
gasping out loud. Kyouya teased at it more, getting better reactions out of
lover as he went on. Takashi's face was a mask of pleasured pain, his eyebrows
furrowed a little and his mouth open. Takashi was practically writhing on the
practice mat, shocks sending themselves up his spine. Kyouya still worked at
his entrance, rubbing his walls and scissoring, thrusting his fingers in and
out. Once the slighter boy decided Takashi had had enough, he jabbed at his
prostate once more before pulling back his hand.
Better well prepared than not, Kyouya flexed his sore fingers. He unbuttoned
his pants, pulling out his cock and picking up the condom. He ripped open the
packaging with his teeth, quickly taking out the rubber and slipping it over
his cock. Takashi caught his breath, and Kyouya let him, pouring lube over
himself. He gave his member a few good jerks, before leaning back over Takashi.
 He stared up at Kyouya, and the bespectacled boy planted a kiss on his lips.
It was without tongue, soft and gentle. Takashi's knees were pushed up and his
legs were bent. Kyouya lined himself up, waiting a beat before pushing in.
Takashi's back was arched again, and he let out a strangled moan. Kyouya
chuckled softly, moving his hips towards Takashi's until he was fully sheathed.
The older teen's breath was even more rough, his hips twitching.
"You're so tight... and hot..." Kyouya grunted, rocking gently inside. Takashi
was silky, and he clenched down on Kyouya with strength. Takashi only gave a
whimper in response.
Kyouya began thrusting slowly, setting a steady pace of pushing and pulling. He
aimed for Takashi's prostate as Takashi held onto him, grunting quietly. They
moved together as Takashi got used to it, before picking it up a little.
Kyouya sucked and bit at his neck, right on his soft spot. Takashi never grew
louder than his usual speaking voice, but his span of sounds were more than
Kyouya had ever heard in any pornography he had watched, and a dozen times more
satisfying.
Kyouya let one of Takashi's knees slip, jerk him off in between them. He felt
his stomach get tight, the heat from inside Takashi and the feeling of the
friction against hiim. Takashi was throbbing in his hand, head thrown back in
ecstasy and his body convulsing with every hard thrust onto his prostate. He
was on sensory overload, breathing shallow and body just a bundle of nerves.
His toes curled and his head spun and he felt Kyouya pushing into him hard and
fast and so, so good.
Takashi's arms locked around Kyouya's neck, and their tongues tangled in a
mantra of saliva and moist breath. He could stop shaking, his heart racing as
endorphins clogged his system. All Takashi felt was mind-shattering pleasure,
and he was sure Kyouya felt the same--at least, some version of it. They never
changed positions; Takashi's back pressed to the mat and Kyouya hovering over
him, one arm holding Takashi's knee up, and him up as well, and the other
pumping his dick in time with his thrusts. 
It was over all too quickly--Takashi releasing as his body locked up and his
cheeks and chest flushed. Kyouya followed suit, riding out his orgasm. Kyouya's
arm collapsed and he fell heavily onto Takashi, who only took in a sharp
breath. He was still utterly sensitive, staring up at the ceiling.
They laid there, panting out of exertion of the act they had just committed.
After several minutes, Kyouya got a hold of himself and pulled out of Takashi,
discarding the used condom. He cleaned both of them up, finding paper towel in
the bathroom located to the right of the club room.
Takashi pushed himself up, weakly slipping on his clothes. Kyouya gave him a
brief kiss and left, not saying I love you or I like you or anything except:
"See you tomorrow. Don't be late."
It wasn't until Takashi had lain down to bed that night did he realize that
Kyouya hadn't even taken off his pants during the whole ordeal.
Takashi wasn't sure what he felt about this relationship.
After all, they were just two curious boys.
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