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Indulgence

"Is this okay?" Tamaki asks, voice low and breathy and Kyouya can't help but shiver. He trembles, his whole body, except for his wrists, shaking and he opens his mouth, breathing through it. He's going to suffocate otherwise.

He feels Tamaki touch his wrists, feels the soft, padded fingertips as they trailed down his thumb. He can't see. Tamaki has blindfolded him.

"Kyouya?" Tamaki questions. He sounds worried, concerned, and Kyouya almost laughs.

"Yes." He says, and pulls at his restraints. They held, just as Kyouya expects them to. The scarves are made of premium silk, strong and smooth and they won't leave any mark no matter how Kyouya pulls at them. They won't rip either. Kyouya has tried.

Tamaki touches the blindfold; black satin, cool and soft around his eyes. Kyouya can't see Tamaki smiling, but he can see it, just as he can feel Tamaki's gratitude and love that flows out of his every pore. Gratitude for handing him control like this, and love for everything else.

Kyouya smiles back, shaky, unsure for one of the very few times in his life. Tamaki kisses him, gently, plush, slightly chapped lips against his own, tongue delving into Kyouya's mouth. He gasps (or Tamaki does?) as he breathes in Tamaki's air and Tamaki's tongue tangles with his own.

Tamaki pulls away mid-kiss and begins kissing his way down Kyouya's chest, half-teasing. Kyouya holds back a moan before he remembers his promise not to, and lets go of it. The sound echoes around the room, and he can feel Tamaki's lips tremble against his own skin.

"Kyouya..." Tamaki says, one-two-three-four-five seconds before he swallows Kyouya whole, licking the underside. Kyouya moans and thrashes and hisses and gasps, the sounds bouncing off the almost-empty room, echoing back into his ears. He isn't usually so vocal, but Tamaki has asked him to shed his masks and restraint this time round, and Kyouya always indulges Tamaki.

He feels fingers entering him, two, scissoring and stretching him even as Tamaki sucks industriously. Kyouya stops trying to form coherent sounds or even thoughts, and decides to just /feel/. He feels Tamaki's hand on his hips, holding him down as he arches up. He feels the thick slickness of the lubricant; it's lotion, he half-guesses, before remembering his decision. He feels Tamaki's fingers in him, Tamaki's mouth around him, Tamaki in the air he breathes (musk and honey and spice), Tamaki in every sound he hears (Tamaki's hums in the background of his own voice, crying out), and Tamaki in the silk bounding his hands and the blindfold around his eyes.

/Tamaki Tamaki Tamaki/, he mouths, or perhaps he says, he doesn't know because Tamaki has three fingers in him now, deep inside and it isn't enough. Not by far.

"Tamaki..." he gasps, trying to arch up, towards the teasing fingers. "Please..."

He feels Tamaki's mouth leave him, and the shock of the sudden air makes him shiver convulsively. Tamaki kisses him, on the thigh, a loud smack and Kyouya has to smile even as Tamaki's fingers slip out of him, leaving him feeling oddly empty.

Kyouya raises his legs, and Tamaki grabs hold of them, settling them onto his hips. Kyouya smiles. He can almost see, even with the blindfold, the brilliance of Tamaki's nervous smile. He can almost see Tamaki biting his lip, head thrown back, eyes wide as he prepares himself.

Then Tamaki's entering him, stretching him, filling him until Kyouya is sure that it is too much. But Tamaki continues pushing, and Kyouya sees white sparks behind his eyes as the tip of Tamaki's cock presses against his prostate.

He thinks he moans.

Tamaki kisses him even as he begins to move, hands holding Kyouya's thighs to him. Kyouya kisses back hungrily, hurriedly, because he doesn't know how long he can last, like this. Tamaki surrounds him again, and this time the feeling is even more intense as he is inside him, moving, and Kyouya thinks his screams and moans and cries must have alerted the servants of what they are doing, but he doesn't care. Not right now.

Tamaki's calling his name, /Kyouya Kyouya Kyouya/, against his shoulder and into his right ear and into his mouth. Kyouya simply meets Tamaki's thrusts, pulling, Tamaki deeper, closer every time he calls his name. Tamaki moans, and Kyouya doesn't need his eyes to see his closed eyes and opened mouth, gasping Kyouya's name.

The blindfold and silk handcuffs aren't necessarily. Kyouya can see Tamaki, can touch him, even with them on. But Kyouya likes indulging Tamaki, and so he wears them and sheds his control when Tamaki asks, large violet eyes tearing and lips wobbling, him to. Kyouya always relents, and he knows perfectly well why.

Tamaki's right hand leaves his thigh and wraps around his cock, and Kyouya gives a choked half-scream as he comes, just because of that touch. Tamaki moans against his chest, and Kyouya feels heat entering his insides as he arches up, up, towards Tamaki, until they're pressed together, chest to chest. Tamaki's arms encircle him, and Kyouya almost wants to cry at the perfect fit. But he doesn't, because Ohtori Kyouya doesn't cry, not in any circumstances.

Tamaki's tears are soaking into his hair, and he's sobbing quietly. But these are joyful tears, Kyouya can tell even without seeing. He wraps his legs against Tamaki's waist, pulling him as close as the restrains will allow.

"Tamaki," he whispers, just loud enough to be heard by the two of them.

"Kyouya," Tamaki kisses his blindfold, kisses his arms even as he unties him. "Kyouya, I love you. I love you."

Kyouya smiles as Tamaki removes the blindfold. The satin's touch is rough when compared to Tamaki's hand on his cheek. His smile widens, softens at the edges, as the first thing he sees is Tamaki's wide, violet eyes.

"I know," he says, and that is all Tamaki needs to kiss him senseless again.

Kyouya indulges Tamaki because he loves him.

End