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Running into him was absolutely by chance. You lived on separate floors, so there was no way that you would have heard him trotting down to the common level to get a snack. Now that you were here, though, you were feeling mighty brave; being cooped up in a dorm, your fingers could only satisfy you for so long. You dipped them into the ice cream once again, this time bringing them up to your face and making a show of letting it melt down your tongue and drip down your chin. “I do, don’t I? What can I say… you taste so good.”
Something broke inside of Tamaki. The relentless love he had for you in secret for years paired with the stress and boredom of being locked inside released something that he wasn’t expecting, or asking, to come out.
With surprising speed Tamaki pushed himself off the counter and slid himself between your legs, yanking the ice cream out of your grasp and letting it clatter onto the surface next to you. It was so cold against the bare skin of your thigh, but it was soon overshadowed by the sensation of a tentacle wrapping itself around your neck like a boa, with just the tiniest bit of pressure.
“Do you enjoy teasing me like that?” Tamaki breathed against your face, closer to you than he had ever been. His eyes were squinted, pupils racing back and forth between yours as if he was looking for an answer, one that you weren’t able to give with your oxygen sucked from your chest. “Watching me shake and stutter like everyone else? I didn’t realize you were dirty like that, bunny.”
The pet name made you choke against his limb, eyes rolling back into your head as the dizziness took over your body. Thankfully, he released you, slipping to the tossed aside ice cream to scoop up what he could on the tip of his tentacle. You yelped as he pressed it right against your chest, watching as it dripped between your breasts and down into your tank top.
Tamaki’s tongue darted out and he leaned forward to lick a flat stripe up your skin, catching what he could of the sweet treat and moving up your neck until he was biting into the soft surface of your earlobe.
When he spoke, his voice was strained, proving your theory correct about the amount of layers you had yet to see from him. He hid a groan against your neck, muffling it with a rough kiss to your shoulder. As you were nearly high on the adrenaline and intoxication of it all, you fought to keep yourself upright. “I want to see if all of you t-tastes that good.”
“You eat takoyaki even under quarantine?” You whispered, leaning your cheek against his as you relished in the tickle of his lips against you. There were feelings of lust, sure, but there was so much more coming out that you could see very clearly, as if a ball of wool was being unspun by the inch. The desire to have him on you sat warm in your belly, but the need to have him emotionally connect to you the entire time was strong enough to shake the planet.
The indigo-haired man leaned back to look at you, a sheepish frown crossing his face. “What if someone attacked the campus and I needed to protect you?”
“Are you saying I can’t protect myself, Tamaki?” The grin that you flashed him was playful, but you knew how seriously he took your safety. You had grown accustomed to him rolling his eyes in response to your words, and this was no exception.
