In a bathroom (Mori/Kyouya)
He grunts as the taller boy pushes him up against the wall, hands tugging at his belt and rising up to pull the tie off collar. Kyoya isn't used to the situation, is not used to the lack of dominance, yet he finds himself strangely giving into the hot tingling desire that spreads up from the pit of his stomach.
There are no sounds exchanged between the two -- which is, and always will be, typical and familiar -- as they stumble over the bathroom tub, and find themselves pressed up against each other, fingers touching and exploring, never trembling because that does not suit either of them at all.
Kyoya inhales sharply, because now there are skilled fingers dipping below his waist and leaving behind bright bruises he knows he will find the next day on his pale hips, and he bites sharply in the crook of Mori's neck, seeking some sort of response.
And he gets one.
There is a loud smashing noise and for a moment, the two of them do not notice it until there is a large gasp and a quick toss and fumbling of words.
"Kyoya! Mori-senpai! I-I didn't know you two would be here--I mean I should have knock--ah I guess the two of you are busy--I mean I just had a questi--"
"--Tamaki?"
"Y-yes, okaasan?"
Kyoya sighs and even in this situation, he finds his fingers raising up to his face to push up his glasses.
"I'm sure we can discuss your question later."
And almost immediately there is a change in the atmosphere, the expression on Tamaki's face reverts back to its default face of an exaggerated happiness and excitement, and it almost seemed like the blond boy did not even notice the lack of apparel on his best friends near naked body.
"You're going to love it, I already thought of the--"
There is a sigh and a trace of an exasperated smile.
"-Later, Tamaki."
The boy stops in mid-sentence once more, blinks, and as if for the first time, realizes the scene he had just walked into a few moments a ago.
"Ah! Later, that's right, at a more convenient time would be a much better idea considering the situation.."
He cannot stop himself from smiling once more, except this time there is a hint of teasing among the nervous energy, and he turns around quickly to leave the bathroom and its inhabitants, and makes his way down the hallway of Kyoyas large estate.
Mori and Kyoya share a look almost immediately and there is once again, no words said as the two of them wear and smooth their clothes, and walk out the bathroom door, one of them wondering what Tamakis brilliant idea was, and the other, silently wondering where his partner had purchased those strange white boxers decorated with miniature clipboards.