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Something wasn't right. Kyoya's attitude changed ever since that night... Haruhi couldn't help but wonder what changed. He seems almost depressed, but more irritable and evasive. He won't make eye contact, he's quieter than usual with his customers, there's no longer a joking or sarcastic tone when he insults Tamaki- in fact, he seems the most irritable at the King more than even the twins or, for god sake, Renge.
What's worse is Tamaki is noticing the change too, and continues to pester her about what happened in the room that night.
"For christ sake, NOTHING happened. If it's bothering you that much, why don't you ask him what's wrong rather than leeching on me?" She hadn't meant to sound as rude as she did, but whatever shuts him up.
"But he won't answer me! I've tried, but every time he just calls me an idiot and walks away!" Tamaki almost sobbed on his last few words, the taletell glistening in his eyes, the slight breaking of his voice.
After a couple weeks of Tamaki doing the same pestering toward her, Haruhi finally caved. After club hours while everyone else left, it was just Kyoya and Haruhi tidying up after another outrageous themed scheme.
"What has you so pissed off lately, mom." The last word just drenched in sarcasm.
Kyoya looked up, somewhat questioningly, but still cool and collected.
"What could you possibly mean, Haruhi?" He said, a clearly false smile covered his silent fear. He couldn't tell her what was wrong, it'd ruin everything.
"You know what I mean Kyoya don't play coy with me. Why have you been so irritated since the... trip?" The mousy brunette questioned, not quite ready to give in.
Kyoya sighed, a look of annoyed weariness in his expression as he pushed his glasses up his nose habitually. He was trying to figure out a way to avoid telling her. Telling her about how he really felt when he was on top of her, hands clenched around her dainty wrists, eyes full of curiosity yet, a hint of fury. He couldn't tell her that he was using every ounce of his self control to keep his lips off of hers, that he wondered how she'd look without that breezy little dress, that he had wet dreams about it every night since, that even right now, her eyes burned holes into his, the passion slowly growing inside of him at her sudden interrogation. He wasn't expecting it, for once.
"Perhaps I'm just a little restless dealing with your expenses rising after that fiasco with those heathens." He said, accusation lacing his every word.
"Oh please, you've been dealing with crap like that before I even got roped into this, don't give be that." Haruhi snapped back, getting sick of his shit.
He had to admit, she was more observant and intelligent than she appeared. But that's expected from a scholarship awarded commoner. Though he supposed that was one of the things that's making him so attracted to her. He wanted to tell her, but he was afraid of what would happen after. The shadow king had never felt so transparent than at this moment.
At a loss of words, Kyoya could no longer stop himself from what he really wanted, no, needed. He smirked at the girl before him, she didn't budge. He finally spoke again.
"Your crab breath disgusted me, honestly" (lie) "but I suppose that's worn off..." he trails off, a moment of suspense and silence. Haruhi looked confused. He couldn't stall any longer. He took her by the shoulders and stared in her big eyes for a moment, then quickly closed any gap between the two. He captured her lips with feverish need. Haruhi was stunned, she didn't move, she only stared at him for a moment before pushing him away a little. Kyoya's eyes briefly filled with fear. Right before he ran off in embarrassment, Haruhi regained her consciousness and kissed him back. Her lips were soft and gentle, almost feather-like.
Now it was Kyoya's turn to be stunned, but only for a moment, before he kissed her again, now with more confidence accompanied by a fire inside of him. Haruhi noticed the heat of the moment, and once they broke, she had to ask.
"Is that what this was all about? That's all?" She said, a wee bit irritatably but more confused.
"I didn't know what you'd say or think. Also Tamaki wouldn't let me live this down if he ever found out." He replied, more calm but also exasperated from the energy and emotion he drowned Haruhi's kiss with.
"Well I'm obviously not against it. As for Tamaki, he has to grow up some time." She shrugged on the last sentence. It wasn't her fault that Tamaki was 5 years old in every way but physically.
A small glint appeared in Kyoya's eyes, easily seen through his glasses at Haruhi's short distance. Without word or warning, Kyoya put his right hand on Haruhi's waist, the left on her neck. He closed the gap once again. The two became lost in the moment. The only thing that mattered at that moment was that they didn't separate. In fact they held each other so closely, it's almost as though they melded together.
Kyoya drifted his hand from her waist down to Haruhi's ass. He gave it a firm grasp, which caught Haruhi off guard. She released a moan into Kyoya's tongue and gripped his shoulders tighter. Her moan went straight beneath Kyoya's stomach, as his pants grew tighter by the second. He needed her.
Kyoya lifted Haruhi by the legs, guiding her to surround his waist with her legs. He carried her into one of the close by rooms, usually used for private guests or costume changes. He quickly shut and locked the door, then placed Haruhi on the table, grinding his farther hardening member into her, his pants completely in his way.
Haruhi could feel it on her. She wasn't stupid. Just because she'd never done this before, doesn't mean she didn't know what that meant. Her hand found the bulge and began to gently rub it through his pants a bit. That is, until Kyoya took both her tiny wrists into his large hand and placed them above her head, while his other hand began to unbuttoned her suit coat. Damn, that thing was far from flattering. Though it helped keep the boys' hands off her a little. Kyoya smirked a little at that thought as his lips now traveled to her neck, licking and lightly sucking on her neck. This not only made her gasp but sent chills to her every nerve, she felt the goosebumps raise the hairs all over her. To which Kyoya smirked once again, and continued working at her neck, gradually growing in passion and force.
He got the coat off her swiftly, then the button up shirt. The amount of buttons he was encountering was beginning to irritate him, halfway down the shirt, he opted to rip the buttons off instead. He'd pay for it to be fixed.
Kyoya quickly started taking his coat and shirt off. Before he could start unbuttoning his shirt, Haruhi grabbed his tie and used it to push him closer into her, adding more to the kiss and making his pants all the more uncomfortable. He growled low in his throat, the waves vibrating into Haruhi's mouth, muffled by her tongue that was now figuring out how to do every trick that Kyoya's had done in her mouth, with her tongue.
This caught the young man by surprise. He hasn't expected her to play along, no less reciprocate as well as she was. Sure she was a little clumsy but her eagerness certainly made up for it. Kyoya shook off his surprise and started unbuttoning Haruhi's pants and sliding them down. His hand rubbed her pussy through the panties. He felt how hot and wet she was, and yet another smirk appeared momentarily.
"Seems like you want this pretty badly." Kyoya whispered into her ear in a seductive, low tone. He quickly ran his tongue along the outer shell of her ear. Haruhi closed her eyes and whimpered a little, the wetness on her ear going cold and feeling abandoned after his hot breath followed after his lick.
Kyoya couldn't help himself again. His dominating nature and need to be in control took over. He stopped groping and kissing for a moment.
"Tell me what you want, girl." He commanded almost sweetly. He needed to hear this from her.
"I want you to... touch me..." Haruhi almost whispered, redness and heat covering her face as she avoided eye contact bashfully.
"Look me in the eye, now." He chimed sweetly.
She moved her eyes to meet him. His eyes were clouded with lust, yet had a stern sense to them. They pierced her eyes that only exhibited need and affection. Her sweet eyes almost broke his demanding role. Almost.
He kept his eyes fixed to hers, looking for even the slightest expression as his hand slowly made it's way underneath her underwear. He teased her labia for a moment, not even opening them.
This drove Haruhi mad. She wanted nothing more than for him to take her right then and there, but Kyoya had to savor this. He'd dreamed of doing this since she became the "dog," running errands and such.
Carefully, his fingers separated both her outer and inner labia and found her clitoris. His middle finger gently rubbed it, as his lips met her breasts, sucking and biting little red and purple marks. Haruhi tried to keep quiet.
Kyoya's hot breath met her ear again. "Don't hold back, I want to hear your screams." He whispered yet again, this time leaving out the lick so as to keep her guessing. Haruhi lost it when he told her he wanted her noises. His name and a plethora of curses left her mouth with every flick and bite. The finger that was occupying her clit moved a little further, as he found the hole he was looking for. She would've had nervousness in her eyes if they weren't already shrouded in lust. The world was escaping her, all that existed were her and Kyoya.
Kyoya looked her in the eye, his role leaving him temporarily as his eyes had a questioning and concerned look.
"May I?" He asked, to be sure this is what she wanted. He couldn't possibly hurt her, he'd never forgive himself.
Haruhi sweetly smiled and kissed his cheek, she then nodded and awaited the incoming sensations. Kyoya slowly wriggled his long, slender finger deep inside of her. He curled the finger, searching for her g-spot, but to no avail. Not yet willing to be discouraged, he inserted another finger to help the other.
'Now we're getting somewhere.' He thought as he curled both fingers, and finally found what he was looking for. He saw her eyes close again, brows furrowed, biting back a loud moan.
"I told you not to hide your beautiful voice." He said, his fingers curling and prodding the spot. This made her almost yell out his name, throwing her head back at the sudden overwhelming sensation. Thus another smirk on his lips, accompanied by a small, cocky chuckle deep in his throat. He's won her obedience. And thank god for sound proofing. Haruhi, now definitely yelling, proved his point further.
Once the cruel shadow king felt her tightening around him, he quickly and abruptly took his hand away.
"Not yet." He said. Haruhi whimpered and begged for his contact. Kyoya almost felt bad. Nevertheless, he finally took off his pants and boxers. Haruhi took the hint and took her panties off quickly, aching for his touch again.
Kyoya took her by the hips and brought her closer. He began by kissing her, shoving his tongue in her mouth, then surprising her when he suddenly pushed his cock inside of her. He grew weak at her warmth, but quickly recovered, trying desperately to keep his cool. She was too enthralled in the new feeling to really notice his momentary break.
Kyoya quickly found his rhythm, starting carefully and gradually picking up pace and power, the tip digging into the already sensitive spot. Haruhi could no longer think straight. All she spoke was his name and gibberish in screams.
Every sound from Haruhi drove Kyoya further and further until he reached his limit. But he couldn't end it like this, he couldn't end it until she came first. One of his hands rubbed her clit again while he pumped into her g-spot, and just for good measure, he bit into her neck. This was the final blow, she could feel the tension coiling in her stomach and then suddenly released. Her vaginal fluids shot out of her like a fire hydrant.
The tightening pushed Kyoya off the edge as well. They both moaned the others' names, Kyoya's being the loudest name mentioned. Finally, sweet release.
The two stayed there, foreheads supported on each others' shoulders. Kyoya was the first to look up, then Haruhi looked up as well. Their eyes met, they felt nothing but love, sweetness, and connection between them. No words were spoken, just panting. Until Haruhi finally spoke up.
"I was wondering when you'd do that." She managed between pants. Kyoya looked at her stunned for a moment, but immediately changed to an expression of lovingness. He couldn't remove his gaze from her's. He was dumbfounded that it finally happened and didn't just blow up in his face. At least, not yet... He pushed that thought in the far back of his mind.
He finally pulled out of her, the sudden realization of his mistake. A heavy boulder fell into a deep, dark pit in his stomach. No condom, and he couldn't even bring himself to at least pull out. Looking at the mess he made, his expression was struck with fear and concern. Haruhi realized what was wrong after considering why for a second.
"Shh, shh no it's okay-" she patted his head to comfort him.
"I started birth control when my menstrual cramps became too much to bare." She said, a smile on her face. Kyoya felt such a relief, he might just come again.
"Oh thank sweet merciful god." he praised before kissing her gently, and helping her off the, now entirely wet, table. Once they dried and cleaned themselves off and re-dresssed, they sat on one of the many love seats in the room, his arm around her shoulder, her head resting on his chest. They sat there, enjoying each others' company until they both begrudgingly decided that they had to leave in order to keep up appearances. A kiss goodbye and a smack to Haruhi's ass for good measure, they went their separate ways, wondering what would happen tomorrow because of this, and just hoping it works out in their favor.