Poor Haruhi

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Poor Haruhi

Ch. 4 Mori’s Turn
Mori’s hand lifted and his fingers drifted over Haruhi’s collarbone, easing toward her breast. She caught his large hand in her small one.

“No.” Haruhi said. “Wait.”

Mori’s eyebrows knitted. A small frown tugged at his lips as he realized he must have misunderstood her. “Sorry.” He said and began to pull away.

“Oh! No! “Haruhi grabbed his hand again and pulled him back. “I didn’t mean it like that.” A flush crept up her cheeks as she tried to explain. “I mean, I want it to be your turn. You know,” she waggled her eyebrows, “your turn. Because I had a turn.”

Mori stopped trying to pull away. Haruhi stumbled on, “If it’s ok with you. I…” she sighed. “I’m a dork.” Haruhi tucked her head to Mori’s chest, hiding her face, collecting her thoughts. “I’ve never heard you ask for anything for yourself. You are always there for Honey-senpai. And I know you look out for me too. “She lifted her face to meet his gaze. “I want to take care of you for a little bit. Will you let me?”

Mori looked a little embarrassed, but his nod of agreement came easily.

“OK.” Haruhi said. Her chill of earlier forgotten as she sat up. “I’ve never done this before. So, you have to let me know if I’m doing it wrong. We’ll need a signal.” She paused, thinking. “I’ve got it. You can tap me on the shoulder if you want me to do something a little different.” Haruhi idly tapped herself on the shoulder. Mori’s eyes had widened in shock at her scientific approach to her first attempt at… whatever she was talking about. He really wasn’t sure. She carried on, oblivious. “I want to do a good job. So, don’t just play along if you want something different. I’ll expect you to give me direction if I’m having trouble. You won’t hurt my feelings. I just want to do my best.” She nodded firmly and met his eyes. “Sound good?”

“Uh… alright.” He responded.

“Great!” She smiled eagerly. “Now help me get your pants off!” She blinked at him a moment. “Mori-senpai? Are you ok?” She looked concerned. “You need to breath, senpai!”

She patted him on the shoulder as he sucked in air. “Pants?” He seemed lost.

Haruhi wasn’t sure she’d ever heard Mori sound surprised before. “Yeah, will you help me? I’m not sure I can get them off you without putting weight on my foot. It’s ok. I’ll give it a try. I’ll bet I can get it.”

Haruhi bit her lower lip in concentration as she fiddled with the button on Mori’s fly. She muttered under her breath. “When it’s my own button it’s easy. Why is this so difficult? Wait… Got it!” She cried triumphantly.

There was a murmur and a shuffle from the cot near the bed. Mori and Haruhi froze.

“Mitsukuni.” Mori said quietly. They looked over at the angel-faced young man. He had settled after rolling over to face them, he seemed to be sleeping heavily again.

“He looks conked.” Haruhi said. “I’ll try to be quiet so we don’t wake him up.”

Mori thought for a moment and then nodded agreement.

Haruhi put a finger to her lips. “Where was I?” She wiggled closer to him, being careful of her foot. Her lips caressed his cheek. “Here?” She kissed him warmly. She couldn’t remember feeling so playful in a long time. She wanted to make Mori smile, then moan. “No.” She shook her head. “Lower, I think.” She nuzzled his neck as she tugged at the hem of his shirt. He got the hint and sat up, pulling the fabric over his head and dropping it next to the bed.

Haruhi sighed blissfully as she slid her cheek to his chest. He was so warm and solid. He draped an arm over her shoulders as she cuddled up. She felt small but safe when he held her like this. Any other time, she was sure she would push it away and think it to death. Now she just let herself be content. She allowed herself to lean on him and feel his strength. The feel of his muscles shifting as he lazily stroked her shoulder made things tighten low in her belly. Her breath came out in a sigh, blowing right over his nipple. She noticed what was in front of her when she felt him tense. She tentatively brought the tip of her tongue forward and gave his nipple a gentle flick. He was holding his breath again. That can’t be healthy, she thought, and gave his nipple another little flick. That got his breath moving again, it sounded rougher than it had before. He wasn’t doing any shoulder tapping, though, so she tried brushing her lips against it. She laid a small kiss there before opening her lips and laying them against the small nub. Her tongue ran over it and she felt his muscles tighten. But she wanted more.

“This isn’t right either. Must be lower.” She nibbled a spot over his ribs and watched the muscles tense and relax. She kissed his hard stomach and nuzzled his belly button. She scooted down till she was faced with the button that had tried to thwart her earlier. “Here we are. We meet again, button. I will triumph over you and your minion, zipper.”

The bed shuddered and Haruhi glanced up in surprise. Mori had a hand over his eyes and his chest was heaving. He had a grin on his face but wasn’t making a sound. Was Mori… laughing? He dropped his hand and revealed his amusement. Haruhi smiled too. Mori deserved to laugh. He was always so stoic. It was nice to see him happy. Haruhi thought she might be able to make him feel even better. Mori’s grin disappeared with the sound of a zipper being drawn. The fly fell open wide.

“You, uh,” Haruhi had to clear her suddenly dry throat, “you don’t wear boxers… or briefs. That’s… efficient.”

Her hand slowly crept forward. The object of her attention had sprung happily from its confines the moment the zipper fell. He was much longer than her hand. Her fingertip lightly brushed the tip of him. She jumped when it jerked in response. She regained her composure and gently touched him again. She dragged her fingertip from the tip, down the underside, to the base of him. Mori fought a groan. She glanced up. “Remember the shoulder tap.”She said seriously. He gave her a nod and she turned her attention back to where it had been.

There was a glistening drop at the tip of him. She touched it and spread it around the head. Mori sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. Haruhi cautiously wrapped her fingers around him. She couldn’t quite touch her middle finger and her thumb together when she held him like this. She slid her hand down, feeling the soft drag of skin on skin. Mori couldn’t swallow his moan now, but it wasn’t loud. Haruhi licked her lips, building up her courage. She leaned forward and laid a kiss on the tip of him. He rewarded her with another moan. Her eyes flitted to his face. His lids were shut tight and he had a small smile on his lips. That was all the encouragement she needed to open her lips and give his head a long sweep with her tongue. He seemed to like it, so she tried it again. Haruhi slid his tip past her lips into her warm mouth. She pushed him in a small amount then pulled back again. Mori’s breathing seemed to have sped up. She slowly sucked him in further, then back out again. It was hesitant and careful. When she noticed his hands had fisted in the sheets she was worried she’d hurt him. She turned so he slipped from her mouth and pressed against her cheek.

“I’m not hurting you?”

Mori blinked several times before he could answer. “No. Don’t worry so much.”

Haruhi looked unsure. “Maybe some feedback?”

Mori didn’t need to think long. “Faster. I’ll show you.”

Mori’s fingers threaded into her hair and nudged her lips back toward him. She went easily and slipped him past her lips again. He pushed down gently and she let him guide her. When he felt resistance in her mouth he stopped pushing and let her pull back on her own. Then they did it again. He wasn’t forcing her down on him, she could have pulled away easily. But there was something about feeling his fingers tugging at her hair and urging his hardness into her that made her nipples tighten and hot warmth gather between her legs. She moaned with him as their rhythm increased. Her tongue stroked him as he slid past her lips, she began to suck as he was pulling out. She felt his muscles tighten as his hips began to rise to meet her. She tried to take as much of him as she could, pushing him in and sucking him deep as she was able. She felt more force in the hand clenched in her hair now but she reveled in the hot desire it sparked in her as she moaned around him.

Mori growled Haruhi’s name as his fingers trembled against her scalp. His thighs were like stone as he thrust up to meet her mouth. Something hot hit Haruhi’s throat and she fought to swallow all of it. His muscles slowly relaxed and Haruhi let him slide from her mouth with a soft pop. His hand fell from her hair to lay boneless next to her. Haruhi pulled a deep breath and let it out in a satisfied sigh. She felt… smug. She grinned happily as she scootched up carefully to lay her head next to Mori’s on the pillow. Mori’s eyes fluttered open and he gave her a gentle kiss before settling his head back on the pillow.

“Mmmm.” They both sighed and closed their eyes, sated and sleepy.

On the cot, Honey cracked one eye open. He grinned and let the other open. He waited until Haruhi and Takashi seemed to be well and truly asleep before he dropped his ruse of sleep and carefully crept out of his cot. He tiptoed to the bed and carefully crawled in next to Haruhi. Honey pulled a big blanket over all of them and snuggled in, wrapping an arm around Haruhi like she was Usa-chan. Takashi’s eyes opened as the blanket shifted. He met Mitsukuni’s eyes and gave him a lopsided smile. The blonde dropped a heavy wink and smiled back. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed being wrapped around the young woman snoring softly between them.

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Robin: That was very fun, I hope you enjoyed it! Hopefully I didn’t misspell Mitsukuni anywhere. It’s Kyoya’s turn next… this should be interesting. Wish me luck!