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He's not jealous. Why would he be, the point of the host club is to attract customers with their good looks. So why would he be jealous as he watches girls drool over Mori. His blood runs hot through his body as he watches them, it hadn't bothered him until him and Mori started seeing each other.
The tropical theme he wanted meant slightly revealing clothing was expected, so it's no surprise Mori is wearing nothing to cover his chest besides a Lei. His ridiculously perfect body on display, strong chest and abs highlighted stunningly in the light.
“Tamaki are you okay?” He's brought out of his thoughts when he hears one of his frequent customers call his name “Your face is red, do you have a fever?” Suddenly girls are surrounding him checking in on him. He smiles charmingly at them and assures them everything is fine, he focuses his attention back to the girls around him and not the ones around Mori.
After an hour or so the host club ends, the girls leaving sadly, upset that they can't spend more time with them, they remind them that the host club will be open tomorrow and that lifts the girls spirits slightly. The hosts change out of their costumes, exchanging them for their uniforms, and part ways taking their respective routes home.
He catches up with Mori and Hani, calling out to them as they walk through the courtyard of the academy. Hani's on Mori's shoulders, Hani greets him cheerfully and Mori simply nods with a smile on his face. “Evening you two,” he pauses, feeling slightly embarrassed to be asking this in front of Hani “Mori, I was wondering if we could talk later? If you're not to busy of course.” his smile is slightly forced as he says it.
Mori checks his watch, “I should be able to talk at 6.” That's nearly two hours from now he wants to scream, instead he feels his eyebrow twitch in annoyance and he simply smiles and nods saying “That's perfect let's meet at my house.” and watches as they walk away.
Once he's home he changes into casual clothes, and sits on the edge of his bed, he checks the time on his phone. It's only 4:30. He groans, paces around his room a bit before deciding to try and do homework. By the time 5 o'clock hits he's barely finished half a page, he thought his emotions would fizzle out, the jealousy would be gone but it's the opposite, his brain keeps supplying him images of all those girls gawking at Mori.
His skin is crawling, his face hot with all the blood rushing to his cheeks as he thinks about those stupid girls, there's still thirty minutes until Mori shows up. He knows he's being ridiculous, he had just as many girls around him as Mori did, so why is he jealous. He flips through his homework for the hundredth time acting like he's going to do work before throwing it back down on the desk thinking about Mori's stupidly sculpted body.
6 o'clock finally rolls around and he's practically running circles around his room waiting for Mori to show up. He hears the doorbell ring a few minutes later, he tries to listen for any sign of mori but can't hear any voices, his room is too far away from the main door to hear. He jumps slightly when he hears a knock on his door.
He opens the door and makes sure it's Mori before grabbing him and all but yanking him into the room, pushing himself into Mori's space and kissing him roughly. He wraps his arms around Mori's neck, hanging off of him not even bothering to try and stand properly. He pulls away to look at Mori, enjoying how out of breath he made him, his lips shining from the kiss.
“I thought you wanted to talk.” Mori asks
“Take your shirt off.” He responds, pulling the hem of Mori's top up exposing his stomach, but Mori is quick to grab at his wrists locking them in place.
“Not until you tell me what you're doing.”
“Tell me the names of those girls.” He's not sure what he's trying to prove with this but he can't help himself.
“What girls?” Mori's face twisted with confusion at the statement.
“The girls who were staring at you during the host meeting.”
Now Mori is completely lost. “I don't know their names, why do you want to know their names?”
“What's my name?” He asks instead of answering.
“What are you talking about? Are you okay?” Mori's confusion has turned to concern.
“Please? Just say my name.” He responds.
“Tamaki. Now tell me what's wrong.”
“Say it again. Please.”
“Tamaki.”
“Again.”
“Tamaki.”
“Keep saying it.”
“Tamaki, Tamaki, Tamaki.” He repeats it until he crashes his lips into Mori's again, kissing him and pushing his tongue into the taller boy's mouth. He pulls away to gasp for breath, a smile on his face.
“I'm jealous.” He finally admits “I couldn't stand watching those girls stare at you today. I wanted to walk right in front of them and kiss you, touch you, show them you're mine.”
“I'm yours?” Mori asks with a smirk, he feels his face heat in embarrassment, not having realized what he just said. “You want to brand me? Burn your name into my body so everyone knows who I belong to?” Mori's insinuation makes his brain short-circuit.
Seeing how much the statement affected him, Mori continues “I didn't think you would be the possessive type,” with that he's pulling his shirt over his head, exposing himself to him “go ahead then, brand me.” He has to be dreaming, but he doesn't care, if it is a dream don't ever wake him up.
He kisses Mori again pushing him to the bed as he does so, he pushes him down on the bed, pulls his own shirt off quickly before crawling on top of him and latching his mouth around Mori's neck. He bites and sucks bruises into the tan skin, moving across his shoulders and littering marks across them.
He pulls away and stands up basking in the way Mori has to stare up at him when they're like this. “Take your pants off.” He watches as Mori quickly obeys him, pulling his pants down and kicking them off to the side “underwear too.” He insists Mori listens, his body on full display just for him to see.
He does the same, undresses completely, before he gets the two of them to move to the center of the bed, Mori propped up by his elbows and the pillows. He admires the sheen of sweat across Mori's body, the way his chest expands as he breathes.
He grabs Mori's hand, puts two of his fingers into his mouth, soaking them with his spit before bringing them to his hole. Mori gets the idea and begins working him open, he sinks onto the fingers easily, the initial stretch pleasantly familiar now. As he gets prodded open he brings his mouth back to Mori's body, leaving marks across his chest, he brings his mouth around Mori's nipple and bites around it.
The action sends a shockwave of pleasure through Mori's body, he bites his lip and lets out a deep groan, his head rolling back into the pillows. He does it again to the other nipple hoping to get a similar reaction and is rewarded with exactly that.
He leans up to purr into his ear “Sensitive aren't we?”
Mori lifts his head to glare at him, he simply smiles and kisses him lightly before returning to his chest, leaving small kisses as he goes. He feels Mori start to move his fingers again, adding a third one, his rhythm is uneven due to the attention on his nipples.
Once he feels opened enough he pulls off of Mori's fingers, and grabs ahold of his hard cock aligning it with his hole before slowly sinking himself down the length only stopping once it's all inside him. Mori's hands are on his hips, squeezing the pale flesh as he starts moving, slowly at first, before speeding up.
Once he gets the rhythm down he's leaning back down to Mori's chest, leaving more marks. He's left so many that they start to blend in with each other now, he continues sucking at the sensitive nipples, now puffy and red from the attention given to them.
“Tamaki, if you keep doing that,” He's cut off by a gasp as he sucks harder around the abused area. Mori is mostly limp with pleasure underneath him, his hips only twitching up from the overstimulation. His own cock is trapped between their bodies, the friction spreading his precome across both their stomachs.
He feels Mori twitch more and more inside of him, clearly on the brink of coming, he himself is just as close, his breathing getting heavier the closer he gets. He brings his hand to one of Mori's nipples, his mouth on the other, he twists one between his fingers and bites down on the other. Mori's hand flies to his mouth, biting back a shout as he comes inside of him, hips jerking up.
He pulls away, riding the member twitching inside him as he wraps a hand around his own cock. He bites his lip as he comes, shooting across Mori's stomach, he sits like that for a minute waiting for both of them to catch their breaths before pulling away, shivering at the feeling of Mori's cock and his come sliding out of him.
He lays beside him, groaning as he stretches out his legs. He feels Mori get up off the bed, he turns his head to watch him walk to the bathroom connected to his room, he hears him groan once he's in there. Mori comes out with a washcloth, and wipes the mess off his own stomach.
“how am I going to hide all these? You could've at least tried to keep them below the collar.” He says as he gets back in bed, using the washcloth to wipe him down before moving in between his legs to clean up the mess spilling out of his hole. He can't help but laugh at him and the predicament.
Mori gets back up to throw the now dirty rag into the hamper, as he's about to get back on the bed he stops him, rolling over to the nightstand and grabbing his phone. He snaps a quick picture of Mori's bruised neck and chest, “You look so good with them though.” He says as he shows him the photo. Mori rolls his eyes exasperated, before getting back in bed.
He puts his phone away, turning back to run his hands across the bruised mess that is now Mori's body, he smiles at Mori, who smiles back and kisses him gently before laying down.