Public(is) masturbation (Kasanoda/Haruhi)
Quick and dirty, much like Bossa-nova-cchi!
Kasanoda wasn't sure how, or why, it all began, really; on one of his occasional visits to the Host Club, he requested Fujioka as per usual and, in the middle of the conversation, started to feel the familiar tightening of an erection. She must have thought whatever he was doing was pretty strange, as he made every possible attempt to hide this from her, but she didn't seem to notice what had happened.
Eventually he made some lame excuse and fled the room; once in the safety of a stall, he jerked off with relative quickness. He felt guilt, shame that he would think of Fujioka in such a fashion, not to mention *do* something about it. But, he realized, what was done was done, and though the act would surely be a mark against his family for generations to come, there was nothing he could do but clean up and return to the club. He'd forget about the whole thing.
However, further visits proved just as problematic, to the point where he was rushing off to the bathroom nearly every time he saw her. It was no use, he knew; there had to be some solution, some way to get final relief. As the days lengthened, he began to devise a plan that, hopefully, would provide real release.
"Fujioka," he said one day, standing above her, blushing.
"Yes, Casanova-kun?" She was just too damn cute... too damn sexy.
"If... if it'd be all right with you, could I..."
His stammering trailed off. Be brave, Kasanoda! This is for your, and Fujioka's, sake!
Her big brown eyes gazed up at him innocently. "Hmm?"
"Could I... comeovertoyourhouseoneday?"
Everything crashed to a halt. The other hosts and guests all turned their eyes at this sudden request; Tamaki started gasping for air as Renge fumbled for a camcorder.
"I suppose so. Since it's the weekend, how about tonight? You could meet my dad and we could have dinner together."
Tamaki finally fainted, and dozens of fangirls squealed in unison.
Later that evening, as he entered her humble abode ("Dad's not here just yet, but please make yourself at home."), he took stock of the situation. He could smell some savory sort of meat cooking in the kitchen, and Fujioka herself was dressed simply in light blue dress.
So cute!
"Ah, Fujioka..." He cleared his throat. "Where's your bathroom at?"
"Just to your right there, through the first door." She began humming a tuneless melody, and he could see her tapping her foot as she stirred the pot on the stove.
He could feel the telltale signs and hastily made to the restroom, yet when there he did not fully close the door. In a matter of seconds he had shoved his pants down, grasping and pulling at his hard cock as he watched Fujioka cooking. Within a few minutes he came into his hand; as she continued to prepare the meal, Kasanoda knew he'd be able to function normally again.