Rain falls in heavy torrents; thick, dense drops slams against beveled glass windows, tinkling a complicated melody against the panes as Kyoya groans every time Tamaki shifts in his arms.
It may still look like dusk outside, but in truth it's nearly ten in the morning. Tamaki has never been one to sleep in, no matter the weather, yet Kyoya would gladly sleep until two in the afternoon if allowed. He tries not to move much for fear of waking his grouchy Kyoya, but the blond has already been up for nearly three hours and finds himself getting antsy laying in bed all morning.
Still, even as he sleeps Kyoya keeps his arms around Tamaki, and his embrace is so warm and grounding, tender in ways he would never show outside this bedroom. How can Tamaki want to leave them?
He presses further back against the younger's firm chest, Kyoya grumbling once again at Tamaki to keep still. Tamaki swallows a chuckle; the only thing he likes teasing Kyoya about more than his being younger than the blond is how utterly grumpy and adorable he is in the mornings when he doesn't want to get in the bed. Of course, devious, scheming Kyoya hates being called anything less than absolutely wicked, but it isn't like Tamaki can help it! With his blinking against the sunlight and squinting without and all lazy and sleepy and cuddly, there's really no other word for Kyoya but cute!
Tamaki is squealing just thinking about it, trying not to roll around on the bed. Then a pillow is slammed on his face as Kyoya huffs, grabbing his glasses to glance at the clock. "I suppose I'm not sleeping in any later than this." he says pointedly at Tamaki.
The blond is decent enough to offer up an apologetic, if not slightly dejected, pout. "I'm sorry, Kyoya, I couldn't help it! I was just thinking about how absolutely adorable you are when you wake up!" His pitiful expression was gone in an instant as he threw his arms around Kyoya's shoulders, pressing a loud kiss to his cheek.
"I am nothing of the sort." Kyoya retorts as he adjusts his askew glasses, knocked by Tamaki all but flinging himself into his lap.
"You are!" he protests, "You are so cute! And cuddly, and enchanting, and smart, and you always smell so good! And-" Tamaki breaks off as he shifts, feeling a hardness press against his thigh. Only then does he realise how red Kyoya has gone, refusing to make eye contact with the man in his lap. Tamaki blinks. "You like that." he says, a slow grin coming to his face at having discovered something new about his boyfriend. "You like when I compliment you."
"What the hell are you talking about?" scoffs Kyoya as he rubs his hand over his cheeks as if that will make the deep blush go away; really, the scrubbing only makes his flush darker. "You must still be asleep, you're talking nonsense, idi-"
Tamaki shoves him back against the down stuffed pillows and presses their lips together, effectively silencing all of his protests. The kiss is tender, light and sweet, and when they part they keep close to each other, the tips of their noses touching as Tamaki's warm breath fogs the bottom of Kyoya's glasses.
"You really are," he murmurs, as fond and affectionate as the kiss. "You're so smart, Kyoya, it's incredible. You have a strategic mind like no one else I've ever met," His hand trails down his boyfriend's bare chest, Kyoya almost arching into the touch, before Tamaki get to his thin pajama pants, rubbing his straining erection through the cotton. "You are so clever, and deep down you're sweet too. No one else makes me feel as loved as you do." Kyoya lets out the softest breath of a moan as Tamaki rubs the clothed head of his cock, reverent words ringing with sincerity. "You're so determined and fearless, you see what you want and you get it without a problem. Because that's the kind of man you are, one who won't let anything stand in your way, and I love you so much for it."
It's with a loud squeal from the blonde that Kyoya pushes him back on the bed, attacking his neck with kisses and light bites. Tamaki gasps, a hand immediately gripping Kyoya's dark hair. "You're right, I do take what I want. And right now I want you." Kyoya probably doesn't mean it to come out as sultry and dark and hot as it does, but it does and Tamaki lets out a high, breathy moan in reply, nothing he can do but submit as Kyoya greedily claims and marks with dark hickeys what is rightfully his.