Aphrodisiac semi-con (Hosts/Kyouya)
I'm rather proud of this one ._. Something a bit different. Enjoy!
down, down, slipping further into the flames, burning all around him, intensifying, licking him everywhere, everything melting, together, forever, slide over and under and to and fro, again and again and again
"He's burning up. Someone get him a cold compress, and take his jacket off, just in case."
who was that no matter nothing mattered wait wait haruhi
"Haruhi, there's no time for that," someone else murmured. "It's only going to get worse if we don't do something now."
hands everywhere touching pawing clawing drawing circles around him, where when how what?
"Nnng," came the faint groan.
me? no not me i'm good so good too good, please please please burning!
"Hold him down, we don't want him hurting himself. What the hell were you two thinking?"
thinking cold yes hot no, never no, slow slow down, hands here there everywhere where
"What..." His eyes slid open a fraction; he could barely make out the faint outlines of multiple figures looming around him. They were moving and speaking and touching him everywhere, but he could not say who or what or where for certain. Yet he knew--
He felt the cool presence of lips upon his temple, felt more than heard the whisper of "It'll be okay" as hands roamed freely, gently tugging away clothing. Something rippled over his body, the strange sensation of instinct coursing through him, telling him to flee.
"No... no!" He began curling up, trying weakly to hide away from the exposure of sights and sounds and touches and emotions crashing against him, wave after wave. Trembling, hands again smoothing against his body, his arms, his legs as they were slowly coaxed apart with gentle promises.
Hands to cup his cheeks. Hands to brush his hair. Why? His eyes fluttered open a moment more as those same hands beckoned him toward sweet release.
Let go, someone said. Hands and more hands. Faces surrounding him, loving him, loving him. He felt weak and frightened and protected as he came, again and again.
Hands to lift him. Hands to catch him. And there, in that tapestry of arms, he slept.