Rated M Content Warning. Strictly sexual content. Skip this chapter if that's not your cuppa.

Walking through the halls of Ouran, Daichi was beginning to grow a bit worried. As it was the end of the day, many students had left. A good number of students in various clubs still remained but none of them were who Daichi needed. Tamaki had sent him to fetch Kyoya almost ten minutes ago. The boy hadn't seen his senpai since lunch, and he still couldn't find him.

Finally, a pair of reflective glasses nearly blinded him in the eye. Daichi whipped his head to meet the gaze of Kyoya across the empty hall.

"Senpai?" he asked. "Wh-what you do-oing?"

Approaching his partner, Daichi noticed the stony expression on Kyoya's face. "I just finished the most excruciating exam of my life. Now, I want to take you into the nearest closet and release some of this tension."

Daichi froze.

His mouth opened and closed a couple times.

Kyoya was never so forward.

More importantly, they'd never done it at school before.

Finally, Daichi nodded, reaching for his senpai's hand. The taller boy took it immediately, leading them to the nearest mostly-empty supply closet. Luckily, this one seemed mostly to be filled with papers and school supplies, not pungent chemicals or soaps.

Kyoya spotted a tissue box and couldn't help but snicker. Of course they weren't the first ones to use this closet. But he'd be damned if they weren't the best.

A small light from the ceiling cast shadows of their bodies onto the wall. Daichi's eyes were drawn to Kyoya's shadow as the boy leaned in and captured Daichi's lips.

Kyoya was many things. Tall. Skinny. Rich. Worked for the most obscure boss in the world. Too mysterious for his own good. Brown eyes you could get lost in.

Kyoya was all those and more. Yet, in this moment, Daichi didn't care about any of them. All he cared about was the scent of dark chocolate on Kyoya's lapel and the chills being sent straight from his tongue to his crotch.

Shifting his attention, Kyoya brought a hand to Daichi's chest, cupping and caressing the boy's pecs.  "Hmm, that new training program is working out so well," he hummed.

Daichi let out a small whine at the touch of Kyoya's hand.  Even though he was feeling him through the fabric of his blazer and shirt, he still shivered at the sensation.  Every little knead and grope sent another tingle down his body.

With swift fingers, Kyoya unbuttoned Daichi's blazer, letting it drop to the tile floor. The buttons on the white shirt were quick to follow. Then Kyoya's mouth went straight to his nipples.  Daichi let out a pleasured whine before biting his lip.

"Delicious," Kyoya said with a mouthful of Daichi's nipple. Biting down gently, he let his hands go south. With a grunt of effort, he picked Daichi up, pinning him between himself and the wall. With his hands supporting Daichi's ass, Kyoya began to massage the muscle through Daichi's slacks.

"Mm, 'yoya..." Each swipe of Kyoya's tongue brought another wave of pleasure, both to Daichi's mind and his cock, which was uncomfortably tucked away.

Taking the hint, Kyoya released Daichi's nipples and glanced down at his clothed erection. "Look who's tense now," teased Kyoya.

Kyoya let go of Daichi completely, allowing the boy to stand on the ground. Moving as quickly as he could, he undid Dash's pants and deftly pulled them down to his ankles. Kyoya let out a small gasp. "Your jockstrap. What did I do to deserve this?" Hooking his finger onto the fabric, Kyoya slowly pulled aside the black strap until Daichi's cock sprung from its confines, his balls dropping low.

The boy was a blushing, panting mess, and his eyes remained fixed just to the left of the light on the ceiling. "P-please."

Kyoya then lowered his frame completely, kneeling a few inches from Daichi's cock.  "Nothing would make me happier."

Opening his mouth, Kyoya let out a soft slow breath at the base of Daichi's dick. Placing his tongue just barely against the hot flesh, Kyoya let it trail a path from the base all the way to the tip, grazing against the precum that began to dribble forth.  Within a second, his mouth enveloped the boy's cock entirely. Daichi's hips instinctively bucked forward.

It was rare Kyoya pleasured him like this without demanding something in return. It was rare Daichi let Kyoya do what he wanted without being a complete brat.

They didn't start slow. Really, they never did. The fact that they were in a supply closet added a sense of urgency for which Daichi was incredibly grateful.

Kyoya's head bobbed up and down in time with Daichi's fast yet gentle thrusts. With his breath heavy and his mind wanting more, Daichi brought his hand to Kyoya's head, running his fingers through the man's black fringe.  In response, Kyoya let out a low grumble.

The noises that escaped Kyoya's mouth began to fill the closet and it was all that Daichi could focus on. The wet noises of his mouth sliding along his cock and the occasional loud gulp as Kyoya tried to keep his saliva inside. . .

Daichi's breath quickened, and he could feel nearly every nerve on his body tingle with excitement. Drops of sweat started to fall down his face as a warm feeling started to rush up to his head. "Ha-Ah, Ah—Yoya—S'gonna-"

Kyoya let go of Daichi's cock with a wet pop. "Do it, puppy."

Kyoya panted with his tongue held out, like a dog eagerly awaiting his treat.  It was everything Daichi needed to see. "Ah, yoya!"

As Daichi uttered these words his body shook as he finally released himself, his head thrown back in ecstasy.  Thick strands of cum shot out of his cock and found their target. The first spurt hit Kyoya's forehead, splashing into his hair.  The next landed on his cheeks contrasting nicely against neatly his reddened complexion. The rest of the cum found its way onto Kyoya's tongue, coating it with a salty sweetness.

Daichi dropped to his knees, his body squishing against Kyoya's. Their lips joined together, Daichi's cum swirling with their tongues.

Finally, Daichi let go and rested his head on Kyoya's shoulder. "Thank you, puppy. You did a great job," Kyoya complimented.

Daichi shook his head, covering Kyoya's shoulder in his sweat. "A-all you."