Queening breathplay (Haruhi/Tamaki)
The room was dark, except for a couple of deliberately placed candles. Tamaki was alone in bed, quiet as he waited for Haruhi to come home.
When he heard her come home, he started to quiver, his thighs rubbing together.
Haruhi didn't look at him when she entered the room, just slowly undressed. But when her white cotton bra was tossed carelessly over her shoulder, Haruhi met his gaze and slowly smiled at Tamaki.
"I'm home," she whispered.
"Welcome home," Tamaki replied.
"I see you've already started without me, Tamaki," Haruhi murmured disapprovingly. Her mouth forming a moue of disappointment.
Tamaki ducked his head and nodded. He tried not to shiver when Haruhi crept up the bed and straddled him. Her knees were pressed against his temples.
Haruhi lowered herself on his face, her fingers seeking out his blond hair. Haruhi smelled sweet, tasted delicious. Tamaki licked, sucked, groaning when Haruhi moaned. Haruhi began to rock gently on his head.
Tamaki felt himself grow short on breath, Haruhi's thighs closed in and Tamaki gasped against Haruhi flesh. Her grip in his hair grew tight as her rocking sped up.
When she came, Haruhi sagged backwards and Tamaki was allowed to breathe.
"Good boy," Haruhi muttered, her hand drifting down to Tamaki's cock.