Two shirtless boys stood in the bedroom, arms around each other. Daichi pressed his skin up against Kyoya, desperately wanting to move faster. The taller boy pulled his mouth away, chest rising and falling deeply with each panting breath.

"What do you want?" he asked in a husky voice.

Daichi, unwilling to wait, kissed Kyoya's lips again. "You," he mumbled.

Chuckling deeply, he threw his glasses to the side. "And what do you want me to do with you?" he asked, leaning his head up so the other couldn't reach.

"Whatever you want."

Daichi gasped in pleasant surprise when Kyoya backed him up against the bed until his knees bent and he was forced to sit. The older leaned over, toned body right in the boy's face. "Exactly what I wanted to hear."

Daichi let Kyoya get on top of him. He let him kiss all up and down his chest and sides, letting out little moans and groans. Every time, Kyoya smiled to himself.

"My pitiful puppy," he whispered. "Can't you keep it in?"

He kept going lower and lower, and Daichi kept whining more and more. When Kyoya's hand grazed over the bulge in his pants, he whimpered loudly and didn't stop.

Kyoya placed his lips on Daichi's ear, kissing it softly. "Color?" he whispered.

"Ah- Ah- G-Green!"

Nodding to himself, Kyoya grabbed him abruptly, earning a startled gasp. "You know what I love about the color green?" Kyoya said. "It lets me do all sorts of things to you."

That's why Daichi loved it so much too. He loved letting Kyoya do whatever he wanted. So he let him unzip his pants with his teeth, rip them off aggressively, and pull his boxers down with his teeth in a gentle way.

He let Kyoya touch every part of him, giving out moans of pleasure that made Kyoya's eyes roll back into his head. Then he took his own clothes off. Daichi tried to please him, to make the move, but Kyoya took his hands and pinned him to the bed.

"Does that have your name on it, puppy?" Kyoya scolded. He pulled Daichi up by his collar, locking their lips together. "I gave you the play time. I can take it away too."

"Y-yes, Kyoya."

So Daichi let him take hold of everything. He moved when Kyoya wanted. He sat still when he wanted, every second filled with blinding anticipation and that feeling just below his stomach of something wanting to get out. He loved letting Kyoya do everything, but he really loved when Kyoya let him let go.

Only Kyoya could play with him like that.