Fisting (Kyouya/Haruhi/Tamaki) part 2/3
Haruhi hesitated for a moment, watching Tamaki. "He really does want it, doesn't he?" she asked, but it was mostly rhetorical, and she might have been talking to herself.
"Yes," Kyouya answered anyway.
"All right," she said.
Their eyes met over Tamaki's body. Haruhi gently pulled her fist from Tamaki's fingers and moved between his legs, which splayed open for her. He felt his own arousal spike at the sight of the two of them, so beautiful like this. "What do I do?" she asked.
"Begin with lube, and fingers," Kyouya said. He maintained his grip on Tamaki's cock as he shifted upwards slightly to wrap his other arm around Tamaki, so that Tamaki's head rested on his shoulder.
Tamaki turned his face into Kyouya's neck and said, "Thank you," but the words hitched as two of Haruhi's fingers penetrated him.
"You're going to need to relax quite a bit for this to work," Kyouya murmured to him. Tamaki nodded and closed his eyes. He drew in a deep breath as Haruhi added a third finger, but Kyouya couldn't tell if it was pain or something else that he was feeling. "Open your legs a little wider," Kyouya said, and his cock twitched when Tamaki obeyed immediately. Theirs was a mutually beneficial arrangement on many fronts -- Tamaki liked to give up control, and Kyouya liked to have it.
"I should... all four?" Haruhi asked, a little breathlessly, color high on her face as her actions aroused herself as well as Tamaki. Aroused all three of them, Kyouya mentally amended. He gave Tamaki's cock another languid stroke, and Tamaki's head twisted and bumped his chin.
"Yes," Kyouya said. He was very nearly fully erect again as he watched Haruhi focus on her task. She was careful but firm as she pressed her fingers tightly together and into Tamaki, who trembled, and jolted each time she stroked his prostate.
"Breathe," advised Kyouya, and Tamaki did, with long and deep breaths. Haruhi's unoccupied hand massaged Tamaki's thigh and the crease where his leg met his hip. Her fingers brushed Kyouya's when they came close to Tamaki's erection, causing them both to smile.
"Ah!" shouted Tamaki suddenly, and Kyouya gripped his shoulders tighter as he convulsed. Kyouya looked to Haruhi in concern.
"My knuckles, they're... inside," Haruhi breathed, her soft voice full of wonder. Kyouya was unable to take his eyes off Haruhi's face for a moment, so full of wonder and accomplishment and determination. Her forearm began to rotate. He wanted to move so that he could see it, see what Haruhi was seeing, but he'd have to let go of Tamaki, and he wasn't willing to do that. He held Tamaki tightly and stroked his cock, which had softened slightly. Tamaki took more deep breaths in a concentrated effort to relax.
"When you're both ready, take your hand out and make a fist, like I showed you," Kyouya said, and Haruhi nodded. "Tamaki, look at me," he ordered. Again Tamaki obeyed, and their eyes locked, though Kyouya wasn't sure how much his eyes were seeing. He leaned his head in and captured Tamaki's slack lips with his own. He teased and enticed until Tamaki kissed back passionately, his attention now divided between Kyouya at his mouth and Haruhi still stretching him open.