Poor Haruhi

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Poor Haruhi

Ch. 6 Kyoya’s Night, Part 2

Kyoya’s fingertips caressed her knees. He wrapped his hands just below them and tugged, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Haruhi stiffened, trying to balance, perched with her legs hanging.

Kyoya steadied her. “Relax.” He laid a kiss on the inside of her knee. “I have you.”

Her grip on the counter loosened, but she was still tense. Kyoya slid a hand from her ankle to behind her knee. He exerted gentle pressure until she let him raise her leg and hook her calf over his shoulder.

“Now lean back a little.” He told her.

Haruhi felt the cold glass mirror on her shoulder blades as she slumped slowly backwards.

“Better?” He asked.

She nodded. She didn’t feel like she was fighting her balance with the glass behind her and his shoulder holding her lower half steady. Kyoya smiled as his gaze slid from her face down her body. Such a small lovely creature. He wondered what kinds of noises she would make.

Kyoya leaned his head to the side and nuzzled the calf balanced on his shoulder. Haruhi let out a soft sigh, trying to keep her eyes open to enjoy the sight of him kneeling before her. He laid a kiss on her skin then slowly leaned forward, keeping her leg in a comfortable position. He kissed just above her knee, his tongue leaving a cool spot behind. Further, he left the small sting of a nip with his kiss. He dragged his tongue up toward her slowly. She felt an ache pulse low in her belly. He gripped her thighs and pushed gently, encouraging her to shift to a more open position. Her free leg fell to the side. He shifted closer to her, leaving her calf as it was on his shoulder, bending her knee more. He could see her clearly.

Haruhi gasped as she felt his breath on her. Her eyes fluttered closed then flew wide as he laid his lips against her. He could feel her slick wetness already. He traced her with the tip of his tongue and felt her shudder. He dragged his teeth over her carefully and she moaned. Kyoya played with her with his tongue and teeth and lips, always avoiding that little aching nub. Haruhi’s fingers tangled in his hair. She wanted… Oh, she wanted. Kyoya’s long fingertips traced her opening and she cried out.

“Please!” Haruhi’s breaths came in hitching pants. “Please!”

Kyoya smiled against her and continued. His caresses were so close to where she wanted them. She squirmed, trying to catch his touch. Kyoya chuckled and dipped the tip of his finger inside her, not even to the first bend. Her nipples tightened to the point of pain. She tried to shove her hips up, to feel him further inside her. He moved with her, dragging her wetness from her opening up and around her clit. Then dipped in again, and repeated. As he slid back toward her wetness, he joined a second finger to his first and slid them just in her entrance and flexed them gently. He let his lips barely touch her nub.

Haruhi’s back arched. “Dammit, Kyoya!”

“Mmmm.” Kyoya brought his face back slightly so he could see hers. “Getting bored, Haruhi?”

His fingers fluttered over her. Her hands clenched on the towel.

“Or maybe…” Kyoya laid his tongue against her clit and gave it a flick as he drove two fingers inside her as far as he could.

Haruhi came screaming, writhing against him. Her muscles gripped him as he drew his fingers out and thrust them in again. His tongue swirled against her, keeping her on that pinnacle until she was afraid she might actually black out. She hadn’t even realized that was possible. Maybe it was because she couldn’t seem to get a real breath in around her gasps and moans.

His fingers and tongue finally slowed and pulled away. Haruhi didn’t think she could move if there was a fire or explosion. Kyoya would have to carry her, limp and boneless, to safety. Haruhi felt a tug on the towel under her as Kyoya used it to wipe the wetness from his hand. There was a rustle and the sound of a zipper slowly being dragged, then cloth being pushed down. She imagined Kyoya hurrying outside with her flung over his shoulder. A single rumpled towel all they had to cover themselves while she tried not to bump her foot on any door frames.

A giggle slipped past her lips as she heard the crinkle of thin plastic being torn. She felt Kyoya’s hands grip her hips after. Her eyes opened languidly and she smiled at the dark-haired young man.

“Focus, Haruhi.” With a smooth movement he flipped her onto her stomach. He helped her plant her good foot on the floor, for the other he hooked her knee onto the counter, spreading her wide, but keeping her injury safely up. He leaned over her back, pressing his chest to her warm skin. “We aren’t nearly done yet.”

She felt him hard at her slick entrance. She expected him to just slide inside her, but he paused. He nudged her gently, barely giving her a taste, and then retreating. He gripped his shaft and rubbed the head against her nub. She sucked in a breath and felt that delicious sensation coiling in her again. She wanted to rub herself against him, but she could hardly move in this position and his hand on her hip held her fast. He worked his length over and around but never fully inside, until he was covered with her wetness. He placed himself at her entrance again and pushed the head of himself inside. He released her hip to reach down and caress her clit. Haruhi could move a bit more without him holding her.

Haruhi planted her hands on the glass in front of her and shoved, she slid straight back onto Kyoya. His length slid inside her, giving her much more sensation than his fingers had. She felt him hit the end of her and send little sparks of pleasure through her. Kyoya grabbed Haruhi around the waist to keep her on the counter. Buried inside her he pushed with his hips until she was well on the stable surface again.

His fingers tangled in her hair then gripped tight, bending her head back. Her eyes opened and she saw him reflected in the mirror. He tipped his chin down and smiled at her. “Impatient, are we?” He slid back until he was nearly out of her. “Very well.”

Kyoya released her hair and grabbed her hips as he drove himself inside her. Haruhi cried out and grabbed the faucet with one hand and planted the other against the mirror to steady herself. He thrust forcefully and fast, leaving Haruhi gasping. She heard his hips smack against her behind with every thrust. She felt him strike her cervix with every stroke. Haruhi couldn’t hold back the little mewling sounds she was making as she coiled tighter and tighter. So close. He ground his hips into her and it sent her spiraling over the edge. Her knuckles went white on the faucet as she screamed again. The clenching spasms inside her were too much for Kyoya. He groaned and shoved hard into her once and then again. She felt him twitch inside her as he came.

He slumped over her as he fought to catch his breath. He laid a gentle kisses on her back. He rested his cheek there and ran light fingers down her arm to her fingers, prying them free of the sink one by one. Eventually, he straightened slowly. He held the base of his shaft to keep the condom in place as he slowly pulled himself free of her. She gave a shiver of pleasure and felt her muscles give one last clench before letting him go. Kyoya helped Haruhi roll back over to sit on the counter. She leaned quietly against the mirror as he stripped the condom, flushed it, and checked the bath. He added hot water and came back to her.

She found his hand and tugged him closer, wrapping her arms around him and laying her cheek on his chest. His hands brushed lightly down her back as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

She murmured happily and looked up at him. “Am I dirty enough now?” She asked.

He put an arm under her knees and carried her to the warm bath. “If I get you any dirtier, I’m afraid it will kill me. So this will just have to do.”

Haruhi laughed as he settled her gently into the water and stepped in behind her. He sat and let her scoot back to lean on his chest. She closed her eyes sleepily as Kyoya used a cup to wet her hair. She felt him shift as he reached for the shampoo and efficiently begin to lather her up. She sighed and felt her muscles relax as he carefully poured more water over her hair. She wished she could just sleep like this in the warm water with the warm man at her back. Haruhi didn’t protest as Kyoya began sliding soapy hands over her skin. It was strange to have Kyoya serving her like this. She had never even seen him carry a tea service himself, and here he was gently washing her elbow, and she didn’t think her breasts had ever been so clean. He was very meticulous with those.

Maybe it was ok this time… to let someone take care of her.