Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-31 10:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ootori kyouya, ouran host club, suoh tamaki |
[Ouran High School Host Club] Silhouette
Title: Silhouette
Author: trio
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Masturbation, exhibitionism, slash
Word Count: 315
Summary: Kyouya reflects on Tamaki's needs.
He's been doing this for almost a year now, not often, but often enough. I'm not quite sure why I so willingly accept it as part of his nature, or why I play along so readily. Perhaps it's simply him, that grace... that charisma that keeps the girls coming back for more despite how overblown his actions are. For me alone, he'll show his true face, his soul as naked as his body. For me alone, he'll fall to his knees, graceful folding that brings his hands to his center, his back arching and hair glittering in the sunset light.
It's always the same. His costume, whatever it is this time around, remains discarded near the door, his long-limbed body positioned before the window. We leave the lights off, and sometimes, depending on how quickly the sun goes down, he is backlit, a perfect silhouette of passion. I never touch myself when he offers me this. To do so would break the bond we share, would somehow destroy the innocence of this gift. Odd, how he can make something so intimate, so wanton seem somehow pure. I never touch myself, but I want to. I sit here, in the high-backed chair he so favors as 'king', and I watch him, schooling my face into dispassion. But my eyes are riveted on him, and if he'd ever bother to look, he'd see how ragged my breath can get as I maintain careful control.
Someday... someday I'll take him and I'll show him everything I want to do to him. For now, however, I know this offering is necessary, not for him but for me. He needs me, needs to see my eyes as he strokes himself, needs that tiny nod I give when I finally see that he's right on the edge. Tamaki is the Host Club's king... but for his passion, he answers to me.