Hey guys, this is the prequel to my KyoHaru fic “What Happens in the Dark” on Ao3. Go check it out! Warnings: smut
The cold spring air kissed Haruhi’s bare skin. The dress she had worn out tonight did little to shield her from the icy gusts of March wind. Goosebumps pimpled up on the exposed skin of her shoulders, a thin shawl was the only thing protecting her from the weather.
In one hand, she carried her long discarded heels, while in another she gripped the shawl together to bring about more coverage that did very little in terms of warmth. Her steps staggered as she walked along the empty sidewalk to her apartment. Although she was lucid enough to know where she was, the comforting embrace of alcohol had enveloped her, making her body feel light and airy, all rigidity fell away.
Haruhi was very conscious of the man walking beside her. His hand rested firmly on the small of her back as he led her towards the looming tower of apartments that she called home. She smiled to herself, thinking about the situation she had gotten into. She had been on a date, a rather dull one at that, when he miraculously appeared…it had been three years since she last saw him.
Now he was walking her home, offering a protection that she otherwise wouldn’t have walking alone. His facade of sobriety was quickly fading away the more he spoke. The normally stoic man was nothing but talk as they made their journey home.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to come with me.” Haruhi whispered. The man besides her moved his hand further up her back the more wobbly she got on her feet.
“I am a gentleman, Haruhi. I’m not letting any female walk home alone at night.” Was his reply. They walked in silence as they made their way up the stairs, both trying not to stumble down the steps.
At her door, Haruhi wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling her head into his chest. “I am happy to see you, Kyoya.” She slurred. Kyoya returned the hug, an uncommon action from him, but he too was ecstatic to see her after all the time.
Before they pulled away from each other, their lips met.
Kyoya wasn’t sure who initiated the kiss, whether it was him making a brash decision in his drunken stupor, or Haruhi on her own. Though, instead of pulling away, Kyoya wrapped his arms around the small female, deepening the kiss between them.
Haruhi wrapped her arms around Kyoya’s neck, pulling him into the dark apartment. He kicked the door closed with his foot, not daring to break away from the connection of their lips. With one hand around her waist, another became tangled in the brunette locks.
He pushed Haruhi against the nearest wall, caging her body with his own. He pressed into the kiss, harder, deeper until a quiet moan escaped from Haruhi’s lips. Kyoya broke away, he tried to catch the breath that had long escaped him.
Haruhi looked up to the taller man with big eyes. Her lips felt numb, tingling from the force of his. She examined him, taking in the vulnerable state of the youngest Ootori. His hair was disheveled, falling messily into his eyes. His glasses had somehow been lost during their messy dance into the apartment. With ruby lips, Kyoya eyed her carefully, unsure whether to continue or not.
Grabbing the loose tie around his neck, Haruhi pulled him back in, this time with more fervor than before. Her hands traveled from the tie to the edges of the pleated suit jacket around his shoulders. She attempted to push it off his shoulders with clumsy hands, but after moments of trying, Kyoya shrugged the jacket off and threw it across the room.
Kyoya was quick to return the sentiment, his hands snaking around her back as he blindly found the zipper to her dress. He had nearly been put on his knees the moment he saw her tonight. He had always been captivated by her beauty, but tonight felt like he was seeing her for the first time. Kyoya yanked the zipper down her back, letting the little green dress fall loosely around her body. Once he let go, the dress fell into a pile on the ground, leaving her exposed to him.
Kyoya’s lips moved from hers and to the base of her neck, earning another moan from Haruhi. The sound made his stomach curl with need. He sucked the skin of her neck softly, leaving gentle kisses along her collar bone.
All inhibitions escaped him, the need for the woman in his arms engulfed his entire being. Breaking away from her body, Kyoya let his fingertips ghost the skin below her ass. With a sudden movement, Kyoya lifted Haruhi into his arms, letting her legs wrap around his waist as he took her body into his grip.
Haruhi planted another kiss on his lips, taking in the mixed taste of bourbon and wine from their mouths. She wanted more.
Driven crazy from lust and alcohol, Kyoya led her to the nearest door that he assumed to be her bedroom. The back of his knees touched the edge of the bed. Not breaking their kiss, Kyoya slowly brought himself to the bed.
Haruhi straddled his hips, driving her own into them. With a satisfied grunt, Kyoya’s hands met the skin of her waist. He pressed her body into his quickly growing erection, groaning in pleasure when she gyrated into the fabric of his slacks.
Growing irritated by his lack of bared skin, Haruhi moved herself off of Kyoya, allowing the two of them a few moments to catch their breaths. She lowered herself to her knees as she fumbled with the belt of his pants. It took a moment, as uncoordinated as she was in this state, but she was able to slide his pants down his thighs.
Even through the fabric of his boxers, Haruhi could see the erection poking through the edge of his waistband. With a satisfied smile, Haruhi pulled the underwear down, throwing it to a pile in the middle of her room.
Taking his pulsing erection in her hand, Haruhi wet her lips. Rubbing her thumb over his head, Haruhi’s hand grew wet with the proof of his arousal. Bringing her mouth to the top, she hollowed her cheeks and lowered her mouth on to him.
Carnal moans erupted from Kyoya’s lips, his hands found the back of Haruhi’s head as he pushed her deeper onto his cock. Throwing his head back in pleasure, he let Haruhi take him.
It wasn’t long before his fingers found their way under her chin. Raising her from the ground by the touch of his hands, Kyoya brought her face to him. “You’re not going to be doing all the work.” He whispered into her ear. His sultry voice caused goosebumps to prickle against her skin.
His hand found its way to her own. Pulling her to the bed, Kyoya found his way on top. Much like old memories, Kyoya leaned over her, his hands pinning her to the surface of the bed.
“Do you want me?” Kyoya cooed. His knee was wedged between her heat as he applied enough pressure to make her jolt with need. Haruhi gulped, realizing that this was the final moment that she could back out.
With a steady nod, she met his dark eyes, “Yes,” She blurted.
Kyoya’s mouth upturned into a feral smile. He took a hand that was holding her down and replaced his knee with the tips of his fingers. Moving the fabric of her panties aside, Kyoya ran his fingers over her wet folds.
Melting into the bed, Haruhi squeezed her eyes shut, opening her legs wider to give him room. Plummeting his fingers into her, Haruhi arched her back. Moaning into a blanket, Haruhi’s body tensed with pleasure as his fingers rapidly moved in and out of her.
As an orgasm was building, Kyoya ripped his fingers out of her, denying her what she truly wanted. “Not yet,” He groaned. Using his wet hand, he pumped his erection, making himself as hard as possible.
“Do you want this?” Kyoya rubbed himself along her wet folds, teasing her to a point where her mind was hazy. Haruhi silently nodded her head, the words that should have been spoken were replaced with quiet mewls of pleasure.
“I want it, Kyoya.” Haruhi threw herself to her back, raising her legs to expose her opening to him. With a smile, Kyoya snapped his hips into her. Burning himself inside, Kyoya leaned forward, caging Haruhi into his arms once more.
“Good girl,” He whispered into her ear as he set a steady rhythm. Haruhi raked her nails against his back, not caring to save him from the inevitable marks in the morning.
“Fuck,” She groaned. Kyoya stretched her out, relieving the painful arousal that he caused. He ground into her body, letting himself get lost in the feeling of Haruhi around him.
His fingers came down to her clit, rubbing the surface of the bud as he rocked into her. His became erratic the closer he came to completion, plunging into her with intense desperation.
Writhing under his touch, Haruhi gripped the sheets of her bed. Like a bolt of electricity, her gut tightened around him, finally meeting the long needed climax.
With a couple last powerful thrusts, Kyoya released into her, her naming falling on his lips.
Falling onto her, Kyoya let his head rest upon her chest. With a shiver, Kyoya pulled out of her. He rolled over to be at her side, pulling her to his bare chest, Kyoya stroked the skin of her arm, peppering soft kisses to her shoulder.
“Thank you,” She whispered in a sleepy slur as she cuddled against his chest. Even now, despite the alcohol encapsulating him, Kyoya knew that this was something he always wanted.
Closing his eyes, he brought the small female closer to him. They would deal with the consequences in the morning….but for now, he was content being with her.
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