Who do think you are? Hahaha…Bless your soul. Do you really think you're in control?
Kyouya gasped as his back hit the wall forcefully. Every instinct he possessed was screaming at him to get away, to regain his ever present control—but he was trapped. Pale hands were splayed on either side of his head and he knew that any attempt to escape would be thwarted.
"You look at me like you own me, Kyouya. Am I just another pawn in your plan of world domination? Am I the pretty face to counterbalance your evil?" Tamaki's breath ghosted over Kyouya lips and he felt an involuntary shiver race down his spine.
"Or maybe you just enjoy controlling someone."
Kyouya tried to blank his eyes of any emotion but Tamaki reached up and snagged his glasses. Kyouya was dismayed to find without the protective shielding he was laid bare before his friend.
Tamaki smirked as he situated his thigh between Kyouya's and leaned his weight against it. Kyouya's eyes fell shut as the sensation and a flush started high on his cheeks. Tamaki pressed a bit harder and was rewarded with a breathy moan. Slowly the blonde leaned over and placed a long lick up Kyouya neck before stepping back.
The darker boy almost fell to the floor without Tamaki's support. With a bright smile the King placed Kyouya's glasses back on his nose and bowed before walking away.
The Shadow King watched him go while trying to calm his racing heart. Grudgingly he admitted, if only in his head, that he may not be in control of everything.