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Itsuki would grab him by his tie - the one article of clothing that he couldn't easily get out of - and would take him to some deserted place without comment. The back wall of the cafeteria was too risky, and so was a bathroom stall, so it frequently became the school roof or a hidden place on the after-school walk to the station.
The esper was rough because he was needy, and Kyon was sloppy because he didn't care, and their kisses and touches seemed to be all he looked forward to these days - even though he didn't look forward to them all that much.
He had no fear of Haruhi finding out. They were secretive enough and she would not even begin to guess, for two boys together was not exactly common. The girl probably had thought of fantasies of them at one point or another anyway, and it would be just like her to have some creepy shrine of photos of them on her bedroom wall. No, on second thought, she'd probably insist on taking photos of the two of them kissing to put on the Brigade website to increase traffic, just like she had done with the maid pictures of Asahina. He could picture it easily. "Two boys making out is very attractive to girls! We'll get tons of Email for paranormal happenings in no time!"
No matter how you look at it, none of her schemes have accomplished that goal. For the entire time that the club website has been set up, the Brigade hasn't received a single message.
It was true that he'd rather be with a girl, one with soft curves and a charming smile, like Asahina. Even Haruhi, on a good day. But as Itsuki said - being with Asahina would destroy the world and being with Suzumiya would just destroy himself. So he lets those deft hands pull him, the back of his tie itching uncomfortably along his neck until it is let go, because this is the best he can get. And the best isn't really that bad, not when he wants it as much as he does and when he knows nothing else to compare.
When Haruhi grabs him by this very same bit of clothing, yanking hard to make him obey her words without question, he wishes just a little that it were Koizumi doing this instead. Make no mistake, he enjoys the feeling of her breasts against his chest as she presses close to stare into his eyes the way she so oft does when confused about his behavior. But he wanted her to be a little more gentle. Because she was a girl - and because grabbing too hard made him remember desperate panting and teasing grins - and instead of listening to her demands he found himself focusing on a voice that was lower in pitch.
Itsuki's smile is strained, and Kyon knows the thoughts that are running through his head. I am the only one who can do that. Yes, he thinks that, but in the back of his mind he also knows that it's not true.
Because at this point, he'd do anything to get away from that esper, with his come-hither looks and knowing smirk and inconvenient hiding places, and Haruhi just might be the key after all.
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Written for a kink meme. Original prompt was:
Haruhi or Itsuki pulling Kyon around by his tie.
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Posted January Second, 2008
Posted January Second, 2008
Itsuki would grab him by his tie - the one article of clothing that he couldn't easily get out of - and would take him to some deserted place without comment. The back wall of the cafeteria was too risky, and so was a bathroom stall, so it frequently became the school roof or a hidden place on the after-school walk to the station.
The esper was rough because he was needy, and Kyon was sloppy because he didn't care, and their kisses and touches seemed to be all he looked forward to these days - even though he didn't look forward to them all that much.
He had no fear of Haruhi finding out. They were secretive enough and she would not even begin to guess, for two boys together was not exactly common. The girl probably had thought of fantasies of them at one point or another anyway, and it would be just like her to have some creepy shrine of photos of them on her bedroom wall. No, on second thought, she'd probably insist on taking photos of the two of them kissing to put on the Brigade website to increase traffic, just like she had done with the maid pictures of Asahina. He could picture it easily. "Two boys making out is very attractive to girls! We'll get tons of Email for paranormal happenings in no time!"
No matter how you look at it, none of her schemes have accomplished that goal. For the entire time that the club website has been set up, the Brigade hasn't received a single message.
It was true that he'd rather be with a girl, one with soft curves and a charming smile, like Asahina. Even Haruhi, on a good day. But as Itsuki said - being with Asahina would destroy the world and being with Suzumiya would just destroy himself. So he lets those deft hands pull him, the back of his tie itching uncomfortably along his neck until it is let go, because this is the best he can get. And the best isn't really that bad, not when he wants it as much as he does and when he knows nothing else to compare.
When Haruhi grabs him by this very same bit of clothing, yanking hard to make him obey her words without question, he wishes just a little that it were Koizumi doing this instead. Make no mistake, he enjoys the feeling of her breasts against his chest as she presses close to stare into his eyes the way she so oft does when confused about his behavior. But he wanted her to be a little more gentle. Because she was a girl - and because grabbing too hard made him remember desperate panting and teasing grins - and instead of listening to her demands he found himself focusing on a voice that was lower in pitch.
Itsuki's smile is strained, and Kyon knows the thoughts that are running through his head. I am the only one who can do that. Yes, he thinks that, but in the back of his mind he also knows that it's not true.
Because at this point, he'd do anything to get away from that esper, with his come-hither looks and knowing smirk and inconvenient hiding places, and Haruhi just might be the key after all.
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Written for a kink meme. Original prompt was:
Haruhi or Itsuki pulling Kyon around by his tie.
