Fantasies (Tamaki/Haruhi)
When he licked his lips like that, it was so difficult to focus on her hosting. It was only once in a while, yes, but when he did it...She just couldn't regain control of her mind.
He took over.
He was there, holding her down, but letting her touch him too, pull on his hair. He wasn't be dominant, really, just, just, everywhere. All at once. His tongue, God, his tongue that slipped between his lips so gracefully, it was dragging along her skin. Tasting her like a long unsampled treat.
And imaginations fell to his fingers, and the way they curled around a coffee cup or up inside of her to caress her wet flesh until she was crying out in climax. And how, as she came, those fingers reached for his own arousal and worked his own completion off.
Outside, there was only pink cheeks to be seen. But inside, her body was quivering.