"Hold still, Tamaki." Kyouya commanded, drizzling the wax on his leg.
"But it's hot and it tickles!" Tamaki squirmed.
"If you want your legs to be smooth than you have to sit still."
Tamaki obediently halted his movements and watched as Kyouya put a cloth over the wax.
"This will hurt a little so I'm going to need to distract you." Kyouya thought for a second before an evil gleam entered his eyes. With a smirk he reached up under the towel Tamaki was wearing and grasped his cock.
Tamaki gasped and almost fell into the tub. With a soft moan he arched into the touch—forgetting all about the cloth on his leg. That is until Kyouya ripped it off.
"OUCH!" He cried, trying to pull his leg away.
Kyouya gripped his ankle in one hand and tightened the other around his erection. The effect was instantaneous. Then he began to awkwardly pour more wax on him without pausing his strokes. By the time he'd finished the first leg Tamaki was close—his head was thrown back and his hips jerked erratically on the lip of the tub. With a grin he leaned forward to fasten his mouth over the tip and Tamaki was lost. With a cry that may have been in French—or maybe just incoherent (Kyouya was never sure), he came.
Tamaki slumped back, his body slipping into the tub. Kyouya swallowed as he watched the blonde regain his breath. Suddenly he smiled mischievously.
"Give me a few minutes and we can start the other leg."