Part 2
“In my pants,” said Tamaki, and Kyouya riffled through his pockets until he found a packet of slick.
“You had this with you,” Kyouya said, as he spilled some of the lube onto his hands and stroked Tamaki hard and blush-red beneath him. “When you were with all those girls, the whole time you were thinking about me. Did you imagine me on top of you like this when you were laid back so that Princess Jounouchi could play with your hair? Did you imagine my hands?” and he squeezed a little harder. Tamaki whined and thrust up into his grip.
“Kyouya, come on. Come on."
“Okay,” said Kyouya and shifted to straddle Tamaki’s hips. Tamaki’s hands came up to steady him.
“Do you need --" Tamaki’s hands slid around to slide a finger over his hole.
Kyouya shook his head. “I’ll be okay. I’ll just have to go slow.”
Gravity made it easy, and the fact that he wasn’t stretched meant Tamaki felt huge and sensitive inside him. Kyouya let himself go deep, couldn’t keep from circling his hips when they were pressed flush, grinding Tamaki subtly against all the really good places inside. Once he got used to the width he set a steady pace, bobbing up and down and letting his thighs take the strain of it.
Tamaki just came apart beneath him, tossing his head against the arm of the couch and whimpering. “Please, Kyouya please. God, you’re so good. Just, just squeeze down around me, make me come,” and Kyouya did, grabbing Tamaki’s wrists and slamming them above his head to stretch his arms up, letting the sudden, shocked pleasure in Tamaki’s eyes push him over the edge. Tamaki trembled wet-hot inside him and Kyouya threw his head back, tried to ride the sensation, let Tamaki’s orgasm push his own higher.
“Wow,” he said softly a few moments later, as Tamaki rearranged them both so that Kyouya lay stretched against his chest. Tamaki always liked to snuggle after sex, and this was no exception. He carded his fingers absently through Kyouya’s hair, and Kyouya reveled in the feeling of being petted.
“Did I hurt you?” Tamaki asked, angling for a kiss.
Kyouya shook his head against Tamaki’s lips. “ ’S good.”
Tamaki hummed acknowledgement. “It was those pants, you know. I think I like the idea of you in tight pants.” Kyouya snorted laughter from where his face was buried against Tamaki’s throat.
“In fact,” said Tamaki playfully, “I think I’d be depriving our esteemed customers if I didn’t keep you in tight pants as often as possible. Maybe next we’ll be a harem. I could see you in a loincloth.”
Kyouya raised his head and studied Tamaki through narrowed eyes. “I order the costumes, you know.”
“And?”
“Bikini briefs and gauzy see-through pants. Imagine how scandalized the girls would be if you got hard.”
Tamaki grinned. “Would you guard my virtue, Kyouya?”
“No,” Kyouya said, and snuggled back down. “I’d take pictures though.”