Kyoya Ootori lemon - Excuses and invitations

                “Come on come on! We have to wake Kyoya!” Tamaki was loud as he burst open the doors to his best friends room. The other hosts were gathered around him as they looked at the unmoving lump on the bed. Kyoya was completely hidden by his soft blue blankets, but his sleeping form was not enough to deter the eager Tamaki.

                “Interesting don’t you think Kyoya? “ Tamaki began, his usual large grin on his face. He had a new quest to begin, a new doorway to learn about the colourful life of ‘commoners’. “The impoverished commoners organise such expos from time to time so that they can heal their feeling of emptiness due to not being able to go travelling.” He held up a bright and busy flier advertising low prices on fish, buns and meats. “By obtaining products from many different places, they can enjoy the feeling of travelling to an extent. And thus, as a project, we will go and personally experience this commoner culture and better understand Haruhi’s feelings next semester. So, come on, let’s go! Let’s go now!” Tamaki exclaimed, his energetic aura only building in his determination to wake the sleeping shadow king. He moved closer to the still unmoving form of Kyoya.

“Also, on account of the purpose of this mission-” Tamaki continued, before the red haired twins moved up beside him and covered his mouth. He looked at them with wide, surprised eyes. They were just as excited about this mission as he was! They loved commoner culture! Why were they stopping him?

They raised their identical arms and pointed to a section of Kyoya’s pillow, their eyes as wide as Tamakis. Reaching out from under the covers was a curling lock of light brown hair. All of the hosts froze into a paralyzed silence. That wasn’t Kyoya’s hair. There was no doubt, but if there were they were erased a second later when a figure moved under the blanket and Kyoya’s spiky black hair was revealed.

Mori had his hands on Honey’s shoulders, ready to cover the judo masters eyes at any second. Said judo master however, remained blissfully ignorant to the current situation. The twins were torn, half of them wanted to rip the blankets off, but the other half wanted to run for the hills and escape the dangerous repercussions that Kyoya would force on them. Tamaki solved this dilemma for everyone.

“KYOYA! WHO IS THIS WOMAN IN YOUR BED!!!!???” With both hands he grabbed large fistfuls of the blue blanket and heaved it down so it pooled uselessly at the foot of the bed. Honeys eyes were covered by Mori’s large hands but thankfully it was unnecessary, both figures were clothed.

The girls body was on her side facing her bedmate, her long legs tangled with Kyoya’s, and her arms folded under her chest. Her eyes remained closed. Kyoya was lying mostly on his stomach, but his body tilted up as his left arm was carelessly outstretched and rested on the girls upper back across her shoulders. Slowly his eyes cracked open and he glared at the intruders to his bedroom. This didn’t seem to faze Tamaki at all who sat on the side of the bed and began to push as Kyoya’s shoulders.

“Come on come on! You think it’s ok to sleep until noon on the last day of summer vacation?” Kyoya brought his arm back from the girl and sat up.

“Let me make this clear; I slept at 5am. And who gave you permission to come into my bedroom?” His voice was gravelly, the voice of a person who had just woken up and was irritated from the moment he opened his eyes. His shaggy, just-woke-up hair hung in front of his eyes casting them into shadow, and his whole body seemed to shudder with an annoyed haze.

The host club backed away from the bed, and coward from the irritated teen. “Kyou-chan, you really wake up to bad tempers, huh?” Honey said in his childlike voice.

Kyoya looked up at the group, “Screw your commoner culture, I’m getting damn tired of this commoner gag of yours, you boring people what follow the same old pattern. You wanna go? Then, just go!” With that he snatched the blanket and collapsed back onto his pillow

“We can just go?” Tamaki said, mostly to himself. He blinked slowly as if this option had not occurred to him before. “All right! The low blood pressure evil lord has given his approval! Fellow subjects! Let’s dress up the evil lord-” They began to move towards the bed when the girl let out a low sigh and leaned up so she supported herself on one arm.

“Look, we were up late last night having a lot of-” she noticed Honey’s big eyes blinking owlishly at her and she cast a glance to the towering figure who stood behind him. Mori wrapped his hands around until they covered both Honey’s eyes and ears. “Having a lot of mind-blowingly hot sex. You want to dress him up and take him out to some commoners market with you? I’m gonna put my foot down here because I would much prefer him here, in this bed, with no clothes at all.”

The host club stared at her. Her light brown hair was mussed and her eyes hadn’t fully opened yet. Her tank top was wrinkled and she had imprints on her arms from the way she’d been laying. All that considered, this woman oozed confidence in a blasé, don’t-even-try-to-argue-way. She slowly blinked and dimples that seemed alarmingly out of place on her face with the way her eyes were flashing. Her words were smooth like honey and silk stretched over a table of iron.

“So unless you all plan on whipping down your pants and joining us in this heavenly bed for what I’m sure would be a memorable orgy, I suggest you leave.” She looked at them like a wildcat, sly and powerful. “What, no takers? I promise you, I’m good in bed. You’d enjoy yourselves.”

The host club couldn’t move, they were frozen to the spot. Each of their faces was redder than the last, with the exception of Honey who was humming to himself innocently and rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Oh I get it.” Her smirk grew even wider and the host club feared what she would come up with next. “You’re into watching! Why didn’t you say so? Kyoya, your friends want to watch us have sex, I think we should accommodate their wishes since they came all this way for you. And besides, when it’s over you can all go to the expo together.” She said it so brightly that is was as if she were suggesting that they sit and have breakfast together before the expo, she said it as if she was an option she thought would suit everyone, a perfect compromise.

Kyoya grunted but didn’t make a move, it was she who took action. Her hand trailed a path from where it was resting on her thigh, she made it to Kyoya’s bare shoulder and pushed him lightly so he fell onto his back, his eyes opened slightly as he felt her hot legs squeeze his waist as she straddled him. Still moving slowly she caught his hands in hers and placed them on the hips of the boxers she slept in. Unhurriedly, she moved his hands upwards until his hands were resting on the bare skin of her waist. Glancing back behind her she saw that the host club was gone, leaving no trace.     

“They’re gone?” Kyoya mused, slightly entertained that the host club was so scared of his bedmate.

She hummed in agreement before leaning down and capturing Kyoya’s lips with her own. They moved slowly, the kiss more of a morning hello than anything else, but she was ok with that. Kyoya was slow to arouse, especially in the morning. She didn’t mind, it just made the end so much better when he was burning with lust and-. She stopped herself from thinking, already she could feel herself heating up from the memories of the night before. He pulled on her lower lip, slowly sucking with light force. He knew what it did to her, he could feel it in the tightening of her thighs around his and the moan he knew she had bit back. She always tried to quiet her moans, tried to lessen the control he had over her, tried to take back some of the power he held over her. He like this little game she played, he liked her fighting him because then he got to put her in her place, and that place was underneath him as he took her. For now, he would let her stay on top, let her think that she was winning, but not for much longer.

Kyoya broke away and maneuvered her body so she no longer leaned down over him. His hands drifted up her body, taking her shirt with them. She raised her arms and allowed him to rid her of it, and then it was fluttering to the ground. His hands slowly made their way to her back and his fingers flicked to the clasp of her bra. They moved down her back, pressing on each bone of her spine making her arch for him. Kyoya looked up at her, her head was thrown back exposing her long pale neck. He could see the mark he had left last night, a dark bruise on her otherwise smooth skin. Her eyes were wide and staring, her full pink lips were parted and swollen from the attention he had given them. He sat up to meet her and gave her a fleeting kiss before ducking his head to her neck and attacking there.

His hands grasped her butt and ground her powerfully into him, growling at the sensation of her heat against his. He squeezed the flesh and did it again and again, rocking his hips up into hers as he forced hers down. She felt a shiver course throughout her, he was getting there, she could feel it, the growing hardness that pressed into her when their hips met. His lips wandered over her neck, sucking and biting, pulling on her skin and biting down where he felt her blood pulsing. He gave a light kiss to the bruise he had made last night, and continued his exploration of her body. Her hands were loosely wrapped around his neck, a grip that only tightened as he reached his destination. He had kissed his way down her chest, leaving a light bite on her collarbone, and then he was met with the lacy fabric that he had undone but had yet to remove. Swiftly he pushed his nose under the bottom of it, grinning to find it loose enough to force up over her breasts. He stopped and looked at her, knowing she hated when he did. He couldn’t help himself, she was beautiful like this. Hair mussed, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and lips swollen.

“Kyoya-agh” She began the complaint he knew was coming, and had timed a powerful thrust up against her to quell it. He watched the way her breasts bounced as he moved her, and saw the way her nipples hardened as she saw him watching her. He cast his eyes to hers and tantalizingly slowly bent his body to her breasts. Not breaking contact with her eyes, his tongue reached out and circled her right nipple. Her eyes darkened, made more prominent by the red excitement that flushed her cheeks. She watched as his mouth moved closer, closer, and latched onto her. He suckled her like a babe, pulling and stretching and biting. Her head threw back and her eyes closed in pleasure but she could still see him, his hips grinding up into her, his mouth latched around her nipple, his eyes looking up at her and the lust that ran through them. Her hands curled themselves into his hair as he sucked harder, faster. Her hips matched his sucks as they thrust themselves to his. She could feel him properly now, his hard shaft was prominent through the pajamas they both wore and it sent stars to her mind every time it forced against her.

She threw her head back with a cry and felt it coming, felt her body tightening she ground against him faster, harder, desperate for her release when everything stopped. Kyoya’s hands on her hips held her there, unable to move against him. He lightly fastened his teeth around her nipple and pulled back. Her angry gaze looked back to him as his eyes sparkled with a dark teasing laughter. With one last powerful suck he let her breast go and watched as it bounced back into position.

She groaned for him to continue but he didn’t move and she felt her tormentingly close release ebb away. He watched as the frustration in her eyes darkened into anger as her hand moved from his hair and slithered to palm him. He refused a groan that tried to pass his lips, but he knew she saw it. She grinned in her revenge and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants, curling around the erection that was straining against the fabric. At this, Kyoya could not restrain himself. He let out a low groan and buried his face against her neck, breathing heavier as she moved her hand around his cock. She palmed him, squeezed him, brushed her fingers over the tip. This was not her first time getting revenge on Kyoya, she was quite efficient at it. She could feel him pulsing in her hand and knew he was close, he growled against her and she knew he was warning her to stop. She kept moving, faster and faster, Kyoya’s hips were unconsciously matching her hand and she thought she had him, until he once again proved his self-control. He pulled on her hand to remove it from his clothes, and then he pulled himself out. She felt herself grow wetter at the sight of him and Kyoya knew he was back in control.

His fingers moved to press against her heat and grinned wickedly. “You’re quite wet.” He murmured against her jaw. He slowly but firmly pressed his fingers to her through the fabric, and then grinned to see that she was wearing a set of his boxers. He unbuttoned the crotch and slipped his fingers inside, dancing against her bare heat. His thumb pressed firmly against her clit as two fingers slipped inside her. He didn’t wait for long, briefly stretching her before removing his hand. He heard a disappointed groan at her emptiness, but it stopped when she saw him lining his length up to enter her.

He waited there, his tip pressing against her folds, teasing her. She struggled to move her hips but Kyoya once again had them in his iron grasp. She looked to see why he was waiting and followed his gaze to where they were barely united. Her fluids were dripping from her, and they dripped to his aching cock, leaving a warm trail as they trickled to his base.

The only warning he gave her was a squeeze of her ass before he pulled her down onto him and he forced up into her. She let out a cry which he muffled with his lips, kissing her messily as he thrust into her. A hand reached up to grasp her breast roughly, he felt her tighten around his cock as her nipple brushed against his palm.

He pushed her down and settled on top of her, lifting her hips to enter her deeper. She saw nothing but the man above her, felt nothing but him as he pounded her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and heard a low groan as she tightened her thighs.

“Ah-Kyoyaa” You whined, keeping her voice down lest his family find them in such a compromising position.

“I know.” He murmured against her lips, pounding harder and faster to reach their end. He could feel it ahead, and then his bed-mate arched her back and let out a cry that was muffled by his lips. Her walls tightened around his cock and he fell after her. They collapsed back onto his bed in a pile of sweaty limbs and laboured breathing.

“Are you gonna go to the expo?” She asked after a while, grinning at her lover. “I wouldn’t mind meeting your friends, I didn’t know you knew twins, imagine that experience.” He shot her a glare at the mention of inviting the Hitachiin twins to bed with her. She shot a coy smile back at him and then pulled the blanket back over them.

His arm slung over her and he closed his eyes feeling her warm body pressed against him, and let the slow ebb of sleep take him away.