[FIC] "Under The Sky So Blue"
Title: Under The Sky So Blue
Author: WickedGame
Genre: PWP
Fandom: Ouran
Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhixTamaki
Warnings: lemon, lime, outdoor sex
Notes: Written for corazon_d_fuego, as a present for his 10 things for Xmas. Beta read by neuroelectric
Kyouya and Haruhi held hands as Tamaki walked in front of them; humming to himself as he switched their picnic basket from one hand to another.
“How much further to this spot of yours, Tamaki?” Haruhi asked as she stepped over a small log.
“It’s just ahead, Haruhi. You will love it!” Tamaki replied as he pushed a bush aside for his two lovers to step through.
Kyouya paused and looked around, taking in the small brook that was babbling happily and the large patch of green grass that was uninterrupted by even a single weed. “I will have to remember this place and find out who owns it.”
Haruhi only smiled gently. Only Kyouya would think to purchase a patch of land just for a babbling brook and some grass.
“Kyouya, you don’t need to buy it. You can ask permission to picnic here anytime you want, I’m sure,” Haruhi told him with a squeeze of the hand. They let go and started to spread out the blanket, while Tamaki opened the picnic basket.
“This blanket is very large, so Haruhi doesn’t have to sit on the grass,” Tamaki explained as Kyouya eyed the space they were occupying.
“I don’t need to be protected from a little grass,” Haruhi commented.
“Nonetheless, the bugs could be troublesome,” Kyouya told her. Haruhi sighed and took a seat on the blanket, watching as Tamaki and Kyouya set out the food and drinks they had brought with them in the overly large basket. Tamaki had insisted on a large, gourmet picnic and had nearly fainted when Haruhi suggested she just make them all some sandwiches.
Kyouya leaned back on his elbows and looked up into the sky. “Perfect weather today.”
Haruhi moved over next to him and smiled. “I used to love picnics with my mom when she was alive.”
Tamaki put an arm around Haruhi’s shoulders and drew her in close. “I know you miss her, but I hope finding us makes up for it in some way.”
Haruhi smiled and gave Tamaki a gentle kiss, her lips lingering on the corner of his mouth. “Finding the two of you makes up for a lot of things, but not my mom. It’s all right though, thank you.”
Tamaki’s hand trailed along Kyouya’s thigh and then went back to the basket, grabbing the bottle of red wine. He handed it to Kyouya, along with the glasses and a corkscrew. Kyouya sat up all the way and worked the cork free before pouring the rich, red wine into the glasses. Haruhi took hers with a small smile and sipped at it even though she preferred white.
The picnic was French in nature, with a large baguette and some creamy cheese to go on it. The fruit was ripe and sweet and the carved turkey breast was juicy and savory. Haruhi hadn’t been hungry when they started out but the short hike had stirred her appetite and so she ate, wanting to groan at the richness of the meal. She liked to keep things light and simple but she was also raised with the manners to know when to eat what she was served. Tamaki had wanted to do this especially for her and Kyouya and so she would eat and enjoy it so as to not hurt his feelings.
Tamaki removed a small, green basket filled with strawberries and held one out to Haruhi. “I know you don’t like sweets, but would you like a strawberry?”
Haruhi was about to open her mouth and tell him that she was absolutely stuffed, but then she saw the glint in his eye, the one he got when he was about to unbutton her shirt or shove his hand down Kyouya’s pants and she relented, opening her mouth to accept the red fruit.
She bit down, feeling the juice of the strawberry dribble down her chin just a little and experiencing the fruit bursting with flavor inside her mouth. She chewed lightly, rolling the fruit around in her mouth. Opening her eyes, she saw Tamaki not inches from her face, his mouth set in a predatory smirk. The scent of Kyouya’s cologne was right behind her, light and masculine.
“Tamaki? Kyouya?” Haruhi knew all of a sudden what they were planning and she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach she got whenever Tamaki’s fingers grazed her belly or when Kyouya leaned over and whispered in her ear. It was the same feeling she got whenever she slipped on a nightgown and looked at her reflection in the mirror: her hair, now long again and her skin, creamier than it had been even when she was a teenager. It was sex, and confidence, and passion for the two men she had elected to spend all her time with.
Kyouya’s mouth latched onto her neck even as Tamaki’s latched onto her mouth. Hands came around her front and worked the buttons on her cardigan, even as another set of hands unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Haruhi moaned as Kyouya’s teeth grazed across the skin on her shoulder and Tamaki’s hand slid inside her panties. Kyouya removed her cardigan and pulled her chemise over her head, tossing them to the side.
Haruhi moaned as Kyouya’s deft fingers gently tweaked her nipples and whimpered as Tamaki rubbed tiny circles over her clitoris. He knew just how to drive her mad with the slow, torturous caresses and then leave her wanting more.
“Someone might see,” she panted. Tamaki slid her shorts down her legs and tossed them aside, doing the same with the lacy panties she had bought just last week.
“No one is around for miles,” Kyouya insisted, exchanging a deep kiss with Tamaki over Haruhi’s shoulder. Haruhi watched them as their tongues intertwined and stroked inside of each other’s mouths. It never failed to make her feel breathless when they kissed like that and she once again was reminded of how much they loved each other, just as much as they loved her.
The breeze kicked up a little, the cold air tightening her nipples into buds. Haruhi shivered and glared a little at Tamaki.
“You have me here, naked, and I’m getting cold,” she complained.
His smile was wicked. “Turn over and we’ll make you warm, love.”
Haruhi turned over and got on her hands and knees, coming face-to-face with Kyouya. He kissed her mouth, sucking heavily on her lower lip and tongue. She felt Tamaki move in behind her, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants.
“Nice and warm,” Kyouya said quietly as Tamaki started to slide inside of Haruhi’s tight, slick sex.
Haruhi groaned as Tamaki slid in and out of her but still registered it when Kyouya unzipped and unbuttoned his pants in front of her. It wasn’t a new position for her to be in, or for any of them to be in really, so she opened her mouth to accept the head of Kyouya’s cock and sucked greedily on him as her body was rocked between the pair of men she loved more than life itself.
“Haruhi, you should see yourself! You’re so beautiful like this,” Tamaki said gently as he lazily thrust in and out of her.
Haruhi smiled gently around Kyouya’s cock, cherishing the feel of his fingers combing softly through her hair as she took her time sucking him, licking along the sides and bottom before taking him down deep into her throat. Kyouya’s moan made her eyes sparkle and she sucked fiercely on him before sliding up to his head and then going back down the shaft.
It took quite some time, not that any of them minded. Kyouya was the first to come, emptying his load deep inside Haruhi’s throat. She smiled as she swallowed it, licking her lips and laughing gently as Kyouya gave her a deep and passionate kiss.
Kyouya moved so that he was behind Tamaki, caressing his bare ass and fondling his balls as his thrusts into Haruhi quickened in pace.
“She is beautiful, our Haruhi,” Kyouya murmured into Tamaki’s ear as her moans sped up and became louder, indicating to them that she was coming closer to her own climax.
“Kiss me,” Tamaki ordered. Kyouya obeyed, sliding his tongue into Tamaki’s mouth for a short moment before breaking away and moving so that he could watch Haruhi’s face as she came.
Tamaki’s thrusts became suddenly erratic, as if he couldn’t control the movement of his hips, and then he cried out as he pushed inside as hard as he could. Kyouya watched as Haruhi climaxed with him, crying out his name and then Kyouya’s as her arms shook with the effort of holding herself up on the rumpled blanket.
They collapsed together on the blanket, the sun warm and the breeze cool as they lay naked in the sun. Their bodies were tangled up in one another and Haruhi could feel the semen drying on her thighs and taste the semen inside of her mouth. But she smiled, happily entwined with her two lovers under a blue, blue sky.
-The End-
Author: WickedGame
Genre: PWP
Fandom: Ouran
Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhixTamaki
Warnings: lemon, lime, outdoor sex
Notes: Written for corazon_d_fuego, as a present for his 10 things for Xmas. Beta read by neuroelectric
Kyouya and Haruhi held hands as Tamaki walked in front of them; humming to himself as he switched their picnic basket from one hand to another.
“How much further to this spot of yours, Tamaki?” Haruhi asked as she stepped over a small log.
“It’s just ahead, Haruhi. You will love it!” Tamaki replied as he pushed a bush aside for his two lovers to step through.
Kyouya paused and looked around, taking in the small brook that was babbling happily and the large patch of green grass that was uninterrupted by even a single weed. “I will have to remember this place and find out who owns it.”
Haruhi only smiled gently. Only Kyouya would think to purchase a patch of land just for a babbling brook and some grass.
“Kyouya, you don’t need to buy it. You can ask permission to picnic here anytime you want, I’m sure,” Haruhi told him with a squeeze of the hand. They let go and started to spread out the blanket, while Tamaki opened the picnic basket.
“This blanket is very large, so Haruhi doesn’t have to sit on the grass,” Tamaki explained as Kyouya eyed the space they were occupying.
“I don’t need to be protected from a little grass,” Haruhi commented.
“Nonetheless, the bugs could be troublesome,” Kyouya told her. Haruhi sighed and took a seat on the blanket, watching as Tamaki and Kyouya set out the food and drinks they had brought with them in the overly large basket. Tamaki had insisted on a large, gourmet picnic and had nearly fainted when Haruhi suggested she just make them all some sandwiches.
Kyouya leaned back on his elbows and looked up into the sky. “Perfect weather today.”
Haruhi moved over next to him and smiled. “I used to love picnics with my mom when she was alive.”
Tamaki put an arm around Haruhi’s shoulders and drew her in close. “I know you miss her, but I hope finding us makes up for it in some way.”
Haruhi smiled and gave Tamaki a gentle kiss, her lips lingering on the corner of his mouth. “Finding the two of you makes up for a lot of things, but not my mom. It’s all right though, thank you.”
Tamaki’s hand trailed along Kyouya’s thigh and then went back to the basket, grabbing the bottle of red wine. He handed it to Kyouya, along with the glasses and a corkscrew. Kyouya sat up all the way and worked the cork free before pouring the rich, red wine into the glasses. Haruhi took hers with a small smile and sipped at it even though she preferred white.
The picnic was French in nature, with a large baguette and some creamy cheese to go on it. The fruit was ripe and sweet and the carved turkey breast was juicy and savory. Haruhi hadn’t been hungry when they started out but the short hike had stirred her appetite and so she ate, wanting to groan at the richness of the meal. She liked to keep things light and simple but she was also raised with the manners to know when to eat what she was served. Tamaki had wanted to do this especially for her and Kyouya and so she would eat and enjoy it so as to not hurt his feelings.
Tamaki removed a small, green basket filled with strawberries and held one out to Haruhi. “I know you don’t like sweets, but would you like a strawberry?”
Haruhi was about to open her mouth and tell him that she was absolutely stuffed, but then she saw the glint in his eye, the one he got when he was about to unbutton her shirt or shove his hand down Kyouya’s pants and she relented, opening her mouth to accept the red fruit.
She bit down, feeling the juice of the strawberry dribble down her chin just a little and experiencing the fruit bursting with flavor inside her mouth. She chewed lightly, rolling the fruit around in her mouth. Opening her eyes, she saw Tamaki not inches from her face, his mouth set in a predatory smirk. The scent of Kyouya’s cologne was right behind her, light and masculine.
“Tamaki? Kyouya?” Haruhi knew all of a sudden what they were planning and she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach she got whenever Tamaki’s fingers grazed her belly or when Kyouya leaned over and whispered in her ear. It was the same feeling she got whenever she slipped on a nightgown and looked at her reflection in the mirror: her hair, now long again and her skin, creamier than it had been even when she was a teenager. It was sex, and confidence, and passion for the two men she had elected to spend all her time with.
Kyouya’s mouth latched onto her neck even as Tamaki’s latched onto her mouth. Hands came around her front and worked the buttons on her cardigan, even as another set of hands unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Haruhi moaned as Kyouya’s teeth grazed across the skin on her shoulder and Tamaki’s hand slid inside her panties. Kyouya removed her cardigan and pulled her chemise over her head, tossing them to the side.
Haruhi moaned as Kyouya’s deft fingers gently tweaked her nipples and whimpered as Tamaki rubbed tiny circles over her clitoris. He knew just how to drive her mad with the slow, torturous caresses and then leave her wanting more.
“Someone might see,” she panted. Tamaki slid her shorts down her legs and tossed them aside, doing the same with the lacy panties she had bought just last week.
“No one is around for miles,” Kyouya insisted, exchanging a deep kiss with Tamaki over Haruhi’s shoulder. Haruhi watched them as their tongues intertwined and stroked inside of each other’s mouths. It never failed to make her feel breathless when they kissed like that and she once again was reminded of how much they loved each other, just as much as they loved her.
The breeze kicked up a little, the cold air tightening her nipples into buds. Haruhi shivered and glared a little at Tamaki.
“You have me here, naked, and I’m getting cold,” she complained.
His smile was wicked. “Turn over and we’ll make you warm, love.”
Haruhi turned over and got on her hands and knees, coming face-to-face with Kyouya. He kissed her mouth, sucking heavily on her lower lip and tongue. She felt Tamaki move in behind her, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants.
“Nice and warm,” Kyouya said quietly as Tamaki started to slide inside of Haruhi’s tight, slick sex.
Haruhi groaned as Tamaki slid in and out of her but still registered it when Kyouya unzipped and unbuttoned his pants in front of her. It wasn’t a new position for her to be in, or for any of them to be in really, so she opened her mouth to accept the head of Kyouya’s cock and sucked greedily on him as her body was rocked between the pair of men she loved more than life itself.
“Haruhi, you should see yourself! You’re so beautiful like this,” Tamaki said gently as he lazily thrust in and out of her.
Haruhi smiled gently around Kyouya’s cock, cherishing the feel of his fingers combing softly through her hair as she took her time sucking him, licking along the sides and bottom before taking him down deep into her throat. Kyouya’s moan made her eyes sparkle and she sucked fiercely on him before sliding up to his head and then going back down the shaft.
It took quite some time, not that any of them minded. Kyouya was the first to come, emptying his load deep inside Haruhi’s throat. She smiled as she swallowed it, licking her lips and laughing gently as Kyouya gave her a deep and passionate kiss.
Kyouya moved so that he was behind Tamaki, caressing his bare ass and fondling his balls as his thrusts into Haruhi quickened in pace.
“She is beautiful, our Haruhi,” Kyouya murmured into Tamaki’s ear as her moans sped up and became louder, indicating to them that she was coming closer to her own climax.
“Kiss me,” Tamaki ordered. Kyouya obeyed, sliding his tongue into Tamaki’s mouth for a short moment before breaking away and moving so that he could watch Haruhi’s face as she came.
Tamaki’s thrusts became suddenly erratic, as if he couldn’t control the movement of his hips, and then he cried out as he pushed inside as hard as he could. Kyouya watched as Haruhi climaxed with him, crying out his name and then Kyouya’s as her arms shook with the effort of holding herself up on the rumpled blanket.
They collapsed together on the blanket, the sun warm and the breeze cool as they lay naked in the sun. Their bodies were tangled up in one another and Haruhi could feel the semen drying on her thighs and taste the semen inside of her mouth. But she smiled, happily entwined with her two lovers under a blue, blue sky.
-The End-