His skin was raw, hot water kept on creeping down his back, his chest, dripping down the drain.
A vapor curtain covered the usually see-through glass.
Water poured; a relief to the untainted cold. He heard the silent creak of the bathroom door opening.
Tamaki froze, the shower slide door opening, cold air dragging in.
He shivered as a pair of cool hands placed themselves on each side of his hips.
He jumped, the foreign body behind him was cold but his touch was burning his skin.
"Haven't you ever heard of closing the door?" Kyouya's voice purred into his right ear.
"You look quite…vulnerable." He continued, his lips cold, burning. His teeth sank in the pulse point, right between his neck and shoulder.
Tamaki's legs were feeling weaker by the minute.
Slowly, they felt the water covering both, their hearts pounding hard.
The raven haired boy still holding Tamaki in place, hands strong, firm, as they started moving.
His left hand going down, his right shooting upwards to stroke the blonde's chest.
Tamaki's mind raced, his breath quickened, he was starting to panic as his legs became two loose strings.
"Hold me." The blonde said.
Those wandering hands stopped, if only for a second.
"I would never let you fall. "
Suddenly a hand pinched Tamaki's nipple, a moan leaving his mouth, that gorgeous pink mouth of his, and Kyouya's left hand started tracing random patterns on his abdomen.
The blue eyed boy's head thrashed backwards, to rest on Kyouya's pale shoulder, moving even closer and he could feel the raven's hard erection touching his skin.
One stroke.
That was all that he needed, thoughts fading into incoherence, so…out of place, surreal, but perfect in every way.
A tingling sensation teased him, a second stroke. He couldn't help but groan.
The pale hand holding his cock released him, the water splashing was the only sound, accompanied only by a couple of deep, husky growls that left Kyouya's mouth.
The blonde shivered once more.
A hand turned him around and gray eyes looked at him.
A pair of dominating lips crushed his, kissing him, a demanding tongue parted his lips, not bothering to ask for entrance, and the blue eyed boy was utterly lost.
He moaned into that mouth, as his own hands tangled in black strands of wet hair.
Water poured on, for all he cared, the world could end right there and he wouldn't have even noticed…
"When did showering become so dirty?"
Kyouya just laughed and kissed him.