When Kid first started having sex with Crona, he had no idea what he was getting into.

They were always so shy and nervous. They were meek and quiet, face usually flushed, hands unsteady, eyes looking down when speaking. They usually stammered and mumbled, as if waiting to be shot down or screamed at. Even though they were tall, they slumped, body language screaming submissiveness and an overly obedient nature. These were the traits that Kid found cute, even if the reason why they were there tore at his heart.

So when Kid finally worked up the courage to ask him on a date and they had stammered out an affirmative sound, face the color of their hair and body trembling, he had no idea what Crona was capable of.

When the two finally did get around to getting more physical in nature (which, in Kid's opinion, took waaaaaaay too damn long), he expected Crona to practically be lifeless, eyes screaming to be touched but the rest of him stiff and still, too insecure to ever say exactly what they wanted. He expected them to climax in the matter of minutes, shuddering and melting in his grasp, screaming his name, face flushed in pleasure, dominated and conquered.

And Kid was right…kind of.

What he did not expect was that it would be Crona that would dominate Kid.

What he did not expect was for Crona to flip him onto his back, leave little pecks and nips all along his body, pin him down, smile almost sadistic as he ran his tongue all over Kid's beautiful body. He did not expect Crona to perch themselves on top of him and demand that Kid to beg for them- louder, louder, scream their name and then maybe he'll see mercy- to finally give in to Kid's whimpers and pleas. He did not expect Crona, Crona, of all people, to be so perfectly rough but just gentle enough as to make Kid tremble and shout, body warm and full of want. And he certainly did not expect Crona to be absolutely amazing in bed, especially not for their first time.

So when their session was over, Crona, face full of innocence as they slept, Kid couldn't stop thinking about it. He folded his arms behind his head, face flushed, eyes wide with confusion. Where the hell did that come from?! Since when did the child of Medusa, usually so accommodating and shy and shaky, become an expert in the art off seduction? Since when did they know how to make one's body writhe with pleasure and desire as their lips twitched in satisfaction? That was supposed to be Kid's job! Kid was supposed to be the one to make him buckle under his touch.

He figured it might have been because they spent 16 years under Medusa's abuse and finally went crazy once their repressed sexuality could be expressed. That would make the most sense. After spending so long being treated like a machine, finally being in control of something made them thirsty for so much more. He figured they might have had a taste of pleasuring others and ran with it. He figured that maybe they had all underestimated them.

As he felt an arm hesitantly place itself on his chest, he looked over to the pink-haired teen. He saw a shy, insecure person staring back at him, eyes down to sheets, face flushed. Kid smiled and pulled them into a deep kiss before Crona perched themselves on top, smiling wickedly. Kid gave him a lustful grin. If Crona wanted to dominate him, Kid would be happy to let him do so.