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Distractions
Kyouya is trying to concentrate, but Tamaki can be extremely distracting if he wishes to be. Prompt: sex in a car. Tamaki/Kyouya
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Distractions
Kyouya's hands tightened on the wheel as Tamaki's fingers trailed down his thigh, feather-light, and he hissed softly through his teeth. The red light turned to green, and only the insistent honking of the cars behind him made him press down on the gas.
"Kyouya..." Tamaki breathed into his neck, mouthing at his collarbone through his shirt. Kyouya didn't make a sound, biting down hard on his bottom lip.
"Tamaki, stop," he warned, keeping his voice level. It wasn't shaking, thankfully. Tamaki seemed to ignore him, hands trailing down further to draw circles on the insides of his thigh. Kyouya gritted his teeth. "Tamaki... I'm driving, and I'm driving because you can't. I don't want to get into an accident. Get your hands off me."
"But Kyouya," he could feel Tamaki's lips, plush and pouting against his neck, and he gave an involuntary shiver, "I'm sure that you can concentrate enough on the road while I do this..." his mouth travelled down Kyouya's chest, and Kyouya could hear the squeak of cotton against leather as Tamaki moved from his seat until he was half-lying, half-kneeling, facing Kyouya's crotch.
"Tamaki," he tried to warn, but the word came out in a hiss when Tamaki unbuttoned his shirt, slipping his hands underneath grey silk. Kyouya nearly missed a turn when he felt Tamaki's fingers tweaked at one of his nipples, and the Benz jerked sideways as it drove down the road.
The blond's hand were unbuttoning his trousers, and Kyouya bit his lip to hold back a gasp as Tamaki leaned down, blond hair hiding his eyes, and mouthed his cock through his briefs. His hands shook, and he tightened his grip on the wheel. The leather squeaked underneath his fingers, and Kyouya deepened his breaths, breathing through his mouth as Tamaki pulled down his briefs. The car's air-conditioner sent a cool breeze, and Kyouya could feel his erection harden further.
Tamaki hummed softly as he leaned in, and Kyouya squeezed his eyes shut before snapping them open, reminding himself just where they were. He pressed the brake as he saw the red light come on, and it was a harder effort than he would have liked; his leg was trapped underneath Tamaki's body, and he was sure that all of his blood had rushed away from it to his groin.
Kyouya chanced a glance downwards, and he couldn't help the moan that escaped from his lips when he saw Tamaki's blond hair pooled around his own thighs. Tamaki smirked, and Kyouya's foot slammed down on the accelerator involuntarily as Tamaki suddenly took the tip of his cock into his mouth. It was pure luck that, at that very moment, the light turned green.
The Benz shot forward, the sudden momentum throwing Tamaki forward. Kyouya felt himself being engulfed by the heat and Tamaki's mouth, and he breathed shakily from his mouth, head thrown back towards the headrest of the leather seat, eyes slitted, barely watching the road.
Tamaki started to hum, a jaunty tune that Kyouya was sure that he would be able to recognize if he could gather his wits for the moment. His fingernails dug into the leather covering the steering wheel, and he turned the car towards the corner, slamming down on the brakes at the same time. He had no desire of entering the highway in this state, so it was only a logical conclusion to /stop the car/.
Tamaki drew back, and Kyouya nearly whined as he saw his cock falling from those swollen, red lips. "Kyouya," Tamaki pouted, looking like a child who had his toy taken away from him, "why did you stop the car."
Kyouya barely restrained his impulse to buck his hips, wanting, /needing/, the friction and heat of Tamaki's mouth. "Because I don't want us to get hurt in an accident, Tamaki," he said levelly, breathing a sigh of relief inwardly. He still had his composure. Good.
Tamaki was still pouting even as he nodded. Kyouya almost missed the mischievous glint in his eyes as he ducked his head down again, a hand pressed on Kyouya's hips, and took Kyouya's flushed cock into his mouth. Kyouya groaned, trying to thrust upwards, towards that heat, towards Tamaki's tongue licking the underside of his cock, towards that pulling sensation as the blond swallowed, and he found that he couldn't
He glared downwards only to find Tamaki's eyes hidden from his by a shock of blond hair. Tamaki glanced upwards, catching his glare. The mischief in his eyes intensified, and Kyouya moaned, hands scrabbling slightly at the leather seat as Tamaki started to hum. It was a slow, classical tune this time, the small, rational and calm part of his brain said, and Kyouya shoved that voice away and concentrated on just /feeling/.
Tamaki's hand on his hip, drawing odd shapes that Kyouya didn't bother to decipher. Tamaki's other hand on his chest, stroking down the planes in insistent patterns, only pausing to pinch his nipples or rub them. Tamaki's hair brushing against his thighs, smooth and silky and erotic. Tamaki's mouth on his cock, the heat and the friction and Tamaki's voice, the soft hums, Tamaki's expressive eyes on gazing up towards him, Tamaki Tamaki /Tamaki/...
Kyouya's head smacked against the frosted glass window, but the pain was negligible compared to the pleasure that shot through his body from his groin. He arched upwards towards Tamaki as he came, and a hand clenched against the seat, fingers digging into the dark leather while the other slid into Tamaki's hair, pulling at the strands hard enough to hurt. Kyouya was aware of Tamaki swallowing, milking him, and he gasped, eyes sliding shut, at the sensations.
He panted, long, deep breaths as he fought to regain his composure. He was barely aware of Tamaki pulling away, of hands leaving his hips and his clothes being neatened. Opening his eyes to barely slits, Kyouya saw Tamaki lean in, and met the kiss, tasting himself in his boyfriend's mouth.
Tamaki pulled away after a while, a bright, pleased smile on his lips, which was swollen. Kyouya smiled and leaned forward, kissing him again, soft and sweet and Tamaki moaned, closing his eyes. His hands trailed down to cup the erection he knew was there, and, with some shifting, he pinned Tamaki down on the driver's seat. Tamaki gasped, eyes flying open, staring blankly at Kyouya pulled away, and slid down until he was kneeling in the space between the dashboard and the seat. Fortunately for him, the car was big enough for him to be comfortable.
He bit at the cloth covering Tamaki's cock even as he unbuttoned the khaki pants. Tamaki's hand dropped on his, stopping him, though the blond was already breathing hard, throat bared as he leaned back against the headrest.
"What are you doing?" Tamaki breathed, looking at Kyouya from underneath long lashes.
Kyouya smirked, lifting an eyebrow as he continued to unbutton Tamaki's pants, "Returning the favour, of course."
Tamaki's eyes widened just seconds before he smiled
End
Kyouya's hands tightened on the wheel as Tamaki's fingers trailed down his thigh, feather-light, and he hissed softly through his teeth. The red light turned to green, and only the insistent honking of the cars behind him made him press down on the gas.
"Kyouya..." Tamaki breathed into his neck, mouthing at his collarbone through his shirt. Kyouya didn't make a sound, biting down hard on his bottom lip.
"Tamaki, stop," he warned, keeping his voice level. It wasn't shaking, thankfully. Tamaki seemed to ignore him, hands trailing down further to draw circles on the insides of his thigh. Kyouya gritted his teeth. "Tamaki... I'm driving, and I'm driving because you can't. I don't want to get into an accident. Get your hands off me."
"But Kyouya," he could feel Tamaki's lips, plush and pouting against his neck, and he gave an involuntary shiver, "I'm sure that you can concentrate enough on the road while I do this..." his mouth travelled down Kyouya's chest, and Kyouya could hear the squeak of cotton against leather as Tamaki moved from his seat until he was half-lying, half-kneeling, facing Kyouya's crotch.
"Tamaki," he tried to warn, but the word came out in a hiss when Tamaki unbuttoned his shirt, slipping his hands underneath grey silk. Kyouya nearly missed a turn when he felt Tamaki's fingers tweaked at one of his nipples, and the Benz jerked sideways as it drove down the road.
The blond's hand were unbuttoning his trousers, and Kyouya bit his lip to hold back a gasp as Tamaki leaned down, blond hair hiding his eyes, and mouthed his cock through his briefs. His hands shook, and he tightened his grip on the wheel. The leather squeaked underneath his fingers, and Kyouya deepened his breaths, breathing through his mouth as Tamaki pulled down his briefs. The car's air-conditioner sent a cool breeze, and Kyouya could feel his erection harden further.
Tamaki hummed softly as he leaned in, and Kyouya squeezed his eyes shut before snapping them open, reminding himself just where they were. He pressed the brake as he saw the red light come on, and it was a harder effort than he would have liked; his leg was trapped underneath Tamaki's body, and he was sure that all of his blood had rushed away from it to his groin.
Kyouya chanced a glance downwards, and he couldn't help the moan that escaped from his lips when he saw Tamaki's blond hair pooled around his own thighs. Tamaki smirked, and Kyouya's foot slammed down on the accelerator involuntarily as Tamaki suddenly took the tip of his cock into his mouth. It was pure luck that, at that very moment, the light turned green.
The Benz shot forward, the sudden momentum throwing Tamaki forward. Kyouya felt himself being engulfed by the heat and Tamaki's mouth, and he breathed shakily from his mouth, head thrown back towards the headrest of the leather seat, eyes slitted, barely watching the road.
Tamaki started to hum, a jaunty tune that Kyouya was sure that he would be able to recognize if he could gather his wits for the moment. His fingernails dug into the leather covering the steering wheel, and he turned the car towards the corner, slamming down on the brakes at the same time. He had no desire of entering the highway in this state, so it was only a logical conclusion to /stop the car/.
Tamaki drew back, and Kyouya nearly whined as he saw his cock falling from those swollen, red lips. "Kyouya," Tamaki pouted, looking like a child who had his toy taken away from him, "why did you stop the car."
Kyouya barely restrained his impulse to buck his hips, wanting, /needing/, the friction and heat of Tamaki's mouth. "Because I don't want us to get hurt in an accident, Tamaki," he said levelly, breathing a sigh of relief inwardly. He still had his composure. Good.
Tamaki was still pouting even as he nodded. Kyouya almost missed the mischievous glint in his eyes as he ducked his head down again, a hand pressed on Kyouya's hips, and took Kyouya's flushed cock into his mouth. Kyouya groaned, trying to thrust upwards, towards that heat, towards Tamaki's tongue licking the underside of his cock, towards that pulling sensation as the blond swallowed, and he found that he couldn't
He glared downwards only to find Tamaki's eyes hidden from his by a shock of blond hair. Tamaki glanced upwards, catching his glare. The mischief in his eyes intensified, and Kyouya moaned, hands scrabbling slightly at the leather seat as Tamaki started to hum. It was a slow, classical tune this time, the small, rational and calm part of his brain said, and Kyouya shoved that voice away and concentrated on just /feeling/.
Tamaki's hand on his hip, drawing odd shapes that Kyouya didn't bother to decipher. Tamaki's other hand on his chest, stroking down the planes in insistent patterns, only pausing to pinch his nipples or rub them. Tamaki's hair brushing against his thighs, smooth and silky and erotic. Tamaki's mouth on his cock, the heat and the friction and Tamaki's voice, the soft hums, Tamaki's expressive eyes on gazing up towards him, Tamaki Tamaki /Tamaki/...
Kyouya's head smacked against the frosted glass window, but the pain was negligible compared to the pleasure that shot through his body from his groin. He arched upwards towards Tamaki as he came, and a hand clenched against the seat, fingers digging into the dark leather while the other slid into Tamaki's hair, pulling at the strands hard enough to hurt. Kyouya was aware of Tamaki swallowing, milking him, and he gasped, eyes sliding shut, at the sensations.
He panted, long, deep breaths as he fought to regain his composure. He was barely aware of Tamaki pulling away, of hands leaving his hips and his clothes being neatened. Opening his eyes to barely slits, Kyouya saw Tamaki lean in, and met the kiss, tasting himself in his boyfriend's mouth.
Tamaki pulled away after a while, a bright, pleased smile on his lips, which was swollen. Kyouya smiled and leaned forward, kissing him again, soft and sweet and Tamaki moaned, closing his eyes. His hands trailed down to cup the erection he knew was there, and, with some shifting, he pinned Tamaki down on the driver's seat. Tamaki gasped, eyes flying open, staring blankly at Kyouya pulled away, and slid down until he was kneeling in the space between the dashboard and the seat. Fortunately for him, the car was big enough for him to be comfortable.
He bit at the cloth covering Tamaki's cock even as he unbuttoned the khaki pants. Tamaki's hand dropped on his, stopping him, though the blond was already breathing hard, throat bared as he leaned back against the headrest.
"What are you doing?" Tamaki breathed, looking at Kyouya from underneath long lashes.
Kyouya smirked, lifting an eyebrow as he continued to unbutton Tamaki's pants, "Returning the favour, of course."
Tamaki's eyes widened just seconds before he smiled
End
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