He regretted every stroke of his hand, every sound that came out of his mouth, and he was absolutely disgusted with himself when he moaned out his best friend's name involuntary. Fine gentlemen such as himself should not be doing things like this, having these thoughts about their vice presidents, or acting on their sexual urges.

Yet, here he was, doing just that. Tamaki Suoh couldn't help but feel dirty, and paranoid that someone would find out that he masturbated. Even if it he had only done it a handful of times. He was still inexperienced, and unsure of how to correctly please himself. His strokes had no set rhythm and the blond was always desperately trying to relieve himself in the quickest way possible.

But tonight was different, he really wanted to try to please himself this time, instead of thinking about how gross, and nauseating his actions seemed.

He pumped himself slowly, focusing on the tightening in his stomach as images of his best friend flashed through his mind. Tamaki shuddered against his sheets, his free hand clasping over his mouth to stifle his moans.

He remembered being repulsed by the fact that Kyoya Ootori was the only person who just so happened to be on his mind throughout his sessions. Not that he was repulsed by Kyoya himself, that wasn't the case. The third son had a lot of attractive qualities to him, and Tamaki was only beginning to notice the effect those qualities had on his seventeen year old body.

His orgasm was slowly building with each gentle stroke of his hand, his cock twitching every now and again. Tamaki swallowed thickly, his eyes shut tight as he began to pump faster. His breathing hitched, he was still trying to get used to pleasing himself, although it was very difficult when his thoughts would interrupt him to remind him of just how disgusting he looked right about now. The blond pushed those thoughts aside, desperately trying to remember any time Kyoya had been shirtless.

His vice president wasn't a very muscualr guy, but those lean and taut muscles did the job for him. There was also something about his gaze, those gun-metal grey eyes had a tendency to be very alluring. A louder moan slipped past his lips, followed by Tamaki murmuring, "Kyoya."

Soon, picturing Kyoya alone wasn't satisfying enough anymore, and Tamaki immediately began fantasizing about intimate moments between them, and what they would look like, feel like, and sound like.

Somehow, picturing Kyoya on top of him had been enough to start making Tamaki's breathing become jagged, and it wasn't long for him to begin panting, and moaning louder as his hips lifted from his mattress to meet his hand.

What would it feel like to kiss his best friend? To feel his lips press against the most sensitive parts of his body, feel his hands caress every inch of him… to be filled? Tamaki knew he was about to reach his peak, and he didn't try to stop himself.

He threw his head back against his pillow, his pace quickening just as he was about to climax. By now, it wasn't possible for him to stifle his moans, and he loudly called out Kyoya's name as his legs bent, feet pressing to the mattress and toes curling as ribbons of thick come landed onto his stomach, and chest.

Tamaki was panting afterwards, his face flushed crimson red. He was outright embarrassed with himself for being so goddamn loud. He waited until he came down to clean up and reflect on the disgusting act he had performed. The blond knew it was only going to be harder being around Kyoya now with his feelings blossoming, and if the shadow king had ever found out, he wouldn't know what to do.