Fisting (Kyouya/Haruhi/Tamaki) part 1/3
"Haruhi," said Kyouya, as soon as he'd recovered from his orgasm enough to think coherently. His tone held a certain edge that tended to instill fear in those who knew him. At this point, however, Haruhi was too sated to notice, and Tamaki, the only one of the three still unsatisfied, was too aroused to care.
"Haruhi. Raise your hand, and make a fist, like this." Kyouya illustrated with his own fist, which he raised over Tamaki's midsection. "Tuck your thumb in. That's it." Haruhi mirrored his actions from Tamaki's other side. Both Haruhi and Tamaki focused all the attention they could muster on the two fists, but Kyouya did not -- instead, he watched Tamaki closely. Tamaki, who had been hinting lately that he needed something more. Tamaki, who'd left a certain book open to a certain page on Kyouya's desk -- proving that he wasn't as clueless as he sometimes seemed -- or at least that he was capable of learning by Kyouya's example.
Tamaki's eyes, which had been dark with lust for some time now, flicked between the two fists before coming to rest on Haruhi's. His breathing became a bit more irregular, his eyes another shade darker. Kyouya's lips twitched in satisfaction.
"Haruhi. I think that Tamaki would like to have your fist inside of him before he comes tonight." Tamaki shuddered at the words; Kyouya lowered his hand to Tamaki's stomach and began rubbing soothing circles under his belly button, staying well above his needy erection. Haruhi seemed to be blinking herself awake, processing what Kyouya had said. Her fist trembled slightly, but she kept it held high as she noticed Tamaki's gaze locked on it.
Kyouya enjoyed watching Haruhi gather her thoughts -- her face was so expressive in bed. Almost as much as Tamaki's.
"Is that... well, I can see where it might be possible, I guess, but... why?" asked Haruhi.
Kyouya rubbed his circles a little harder and hoped Tamaki wouldn't take offense, but he seemed not to have even heard. "It feels good to us, to be filled. You've seen us, you've witnessed that. Being filled with something even larger, with more control over motion, more deliberation -- it's an attractive thought, even to me. And you've seen how Tamaki likes to give himself over to us, to give up control."
Tamaki's hands reached up, approaching Haruhi's fist tentatively, bracing it in midair with the trembling fingertips of one hand while he traced Haruhi's wrist with the other.
Kyouya cleared his throat, lest his voice betray his emotion. "Also, while Tamaki has had the pleasure of being welcomed within you, he has never had the pleasure of welcoming you so deep inside himself."
Tamaki moaned a little, his fingertips now tracing lines across Haruhi's knuckles and the joints of her fingers. The fingertips of his other hand slid down her forearm as Kyouya gripped his cock and stroked it with maddening slowness.
"Will you do this for him?" Kyouya asked. "I'll be here to help, of course."