Fisting (Kyouya/Haruhi/Tamaki) part 3/3
Then Tamaki whimpered and pulled away a little to thrash, and Kyouya guessed this meant Haruhi had withdrawn. He squeezed Tamaki's shoulders and cock tightly, and took control of the kiss, plunging his tongue deep into Tamaki's mouth. Tamaki opened further to welcome him, and then his body curled suddenly towards Kyouya, as he did the best he could to welcome Haruhi's fist. Kyouya ravished his mouth even more intensely, trying to distract him from what was now obviously pain. When Haruhi and Tamaki stopped moving, Kyouya let up too, until they were only brushing lips.
"Hurts," whispered Tamaki.
"I know," said Kyouya. He looked to Haruhi, who was looking panicked.
"Tamaki--" she began, but Kyouya interrupted.
"It's all right. It'll be all right. Just let him adjust for a moment," he said. She didn't look convinced, as she eyed Kyouya accusingly. "Tell her," Kyouya said resignedly, shrugging the shoulder Tamaki was resting on.
Tamaki opened his eyes to look at her, the pain fading from them and being replaced with something else. "It's good. Haruhi, it's so good I can't explain it. I want it so much. You feel so good, and you're inside of me -- there's so much more than pain. I can feel it when you move your wrist, and it's --" He closed his eyes and shook his head, and when he looked at Haruhi again, his gaze was so open and full of emotion that Kyouya trembled in spite of himself. "I feel... cradled in love, laying here like this, between both of you. Thank you, both of you," he said, and his eyes drifted shut again.
Kyouya shrugged his shoulder again. "Tell us what you want now," he instructed.
"Please," Tamaki swallowed and licked his lips before continuing, "Haruhi, please fuck me, I want it so much. I'm ready now. And Kyouya, please make me come, but not too fast, please let me feel Haruhi first." He looked at Kyouya imploringly. "Please."
"I did not ask you to beg," Kyouya said tenderly, offering a similarly tender kiss and resuming the slow strokes on Tamaki's cock that had no hope of bringing him to orgasm. In between strokes, he rolled Tamaki's balls between his fingers.
Haruhi looked dazed as she alternated her gaze between Tamaki, Kyouya, and what her hand was doing. Kyouya could see her draw her arm slowly back, and then press it forward just as slowly. Her next stroke was a little faster, and on the third one, Tamaki's head turned, and he pressed his forehead hard into Kyouya's neck. On the fourth thrust, his hands fisted themselves in the bed sheets, and his body moved to meet Haruhi and send her deeper within him. He moaned incoherently, although Kyouya thought he heard "so good," and Haruhi's name.
As Tamaki's moans grew more and more desperate, Kyouya decided it was time. He synced his thrusts on Tamaki's cock with Haruhi's movements, squeezing almost to the edge of pain. Tamaki howled, and lasted for only four of these thrusts before he stopped howling, bit Kyouya's neck, and came and came and came. Bursts of sticky white draped over himself and Kyouya, who shrugged again to dislodge Tamaki's teeth from his neck. Tamaki's body quivered with aftershocks for what felt like an eternity. Gradually, but still in sync, Kyouya and Haruhi slowed their thrusts. When Tamaki was completely spent and limp, Kyouya gripped Tamaki's cock hard again and nodded at Haruhi, who carefully withdrew her hand. Tamaki whimpered, but did not seem particularly conscious, so Kyouya laid him down carefully on the bed and took Haruhi in his arms instead.
She was shaking in the aftermath of their lovemaking, but she coordinated herself well enough to guide Kyouya's erection into her achingly aroused body. They had both been so near to orgasm that they came together almost immediately, and then moved as one back towards Tamaki, to sink with him into a sated oblivion.