"Tamaki stop it!" Kyouya snapped-- slapping Tamaki's hands away from him waist.

"What's wrong Mom? Don't you like it when Daddy touches you?"

"Tamaki we are in study hall!" Kyouya hissed.

"I see you don't deny enjoying my caresses."

Kyouya rolled his eyes and tried to go back to his studying. The other students around them were all studying furiously for the upcoming exams—which Kyouya knew he'd pass easily. He was about to abandon his text book for his lap top when he felt a hand slither up his leg. Kyouya turned slowly so that the light caught on his glasses. Tamaki was unaffected by the glare and Kyouya decided turnabout was fair play.

Slowly Kyouya let his hand wander into Tamaki's lap. Deftly he unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped the fly. Tamaki didn't seem ruffled though; he just let his eyes droop to half mast and smirked. Kyouya grit his teeth and pulled Tamaki's cock from his pants. The only response the blond gave was a soft gasp.

"Trying to prove something, Mommy?" Tamaki breathed.

Kyouya fought the blush with all his might—but a soft pink hue spread across cheeks anyway. Gently Kyouya began to stroke his lover, trying to ignore the way his own body tingled in response. It was arousing on a whole new level. He was watching Tamaki thrust shallowly into his hand and receiving nothing in return. With a frustrated growl he snatched up Tamaki's other hand and tried to pressed it against his trousers but it wasn't enough.

"Do you need me now, Kyouya?" Tamaki whispered in his ear. Kyouya leaned into the sensation unsure of when they'd moved that close.

Kyouya nodded fervently and Tamaki grinned triumphantly. Within seconds he had Kyouyas pants open and his cock in his palm. It took only a few strokes before Kyouyas head hit the table—his fingers stuffed in his mouth to stop the wail that was lodged in his throat.

"I think I win that one. What do you think?" Tamaki chuckled, licking the spattered semen from his hand.

His only answer was the hand on his cock disappearing.