Aphrodisiac semi-con (Hosts/Kyouya)
Anonymous hopes anonymous likes. Another something that's a little different!
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You feel a blush start to creep up around your neck and ears; yes, you think to yourself, you'd seen Kyouya shirtless before, and you knew that he was only human too (mostly, anyway), with needs and desires just like the rest of them. But, you think, to see it like this...
He's burning up, you'd said. Cold compress, take off his jacket, you'd said. Kaoru, though, had known better and mentioned there wouldn't be time for that. Just like the twins to pull a stupid stunt like this!
But they did it anyway, and off the jacket went, as did the shirt, tie, and then, you saw, the pants.
And there it was, and is still. A bold, helpless erection standing for all of them to behold; you know this has everyone's attention, as you can hear so clearly no one's breathing except Kyouya's. And he's panting. Moaning. You feel embarrassed to be witnessing this, both for him and for yourself, but you can't take your eyes away.
"Hold him down, we don't want him hurting himself." Tamaki. "What the hell were you two thinking?" You hear the fear and worry rolling within his voice.
The twins, abashed but abiding, move to Kyouya's legs; Mori and Honey stay by his head, one cradling it gently as the other caresses his face, his shoulders, his chest. Kyouya stirs, his eyes fluttering. "What..." His voice is slurred and heavy, the effects of the drug apparent here too. And Tamaki is immediately there, kissing and whispering affection and assurance.
Then it hits you like an epiphany as you look at their faces and see it there. Love, completely unashamed, shines through, surrounding them, directed at Kyouya, at each other, at you. Your breath catches; is this what I've been looking for?
The last piece of clothing is off now, and Kyouya begins thrashing, resisting. He cries out and your heart goes out to him. This is it, you know with absolute certainty. And as Tamaki takes your hand and guides it down to Kyouya, as you slide it against the velvety heat of his skin, your fingers intertwined with Tamaki's, you know you have never felt more right about anything else.
You hear your voice now: let go. Let us help you. And he's relaxing, tensing, struggling with them and not against them. Does he know? you wonder. Does Kyouya know just how much we care for him? A gasp and a shudder are your only warnings as you feel sticky warmth flood into your hand.