"Tyrone, Tyrone, Tyrone. <3 I couldn't quite catch that. . ." Kyle may be a skinny little twig, but he knew how to make what strength he had count in the bedroom. The grip on his wrist only served to give him that added rush of power, the feeling of control that he so rarely experienced but always craved. He couldn't be cold, though. Something in him always kept him from being the partner that took what he wanted but never gave back. This always worked out in Ty's favor, naturally, and presented itself this time as a free hand stroking up and down Ty's shaft.