BIRTHDAY WISHES
Haaaaaappy Birthday raighne! <3
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Warnings: Hinting but nothing too terrible. X3
Kyouya knew better than to stare. Staring was something incredibly uncouth, reserved only for people who had no manners. Considering the Shadow King was the epitome of a mannered son (and a master of keeping his cool) staring shouldn't have even crossed Kyouya's mind. And normally, it wouldn't have, assuming Tamaki was no present. If anyone could force Kyouya to throw etiquette out the window it was the Host Club's self-appointed Lord. One would assume that Kyouya was used to Tamaki's antics by now, and Kyouya had thought so too. That was, of course, until Tamaki had showed up (uninvited) in his living room to ask his opinion of the Host Club's next costume. The blonde was dressed as a matador - he did get a thrill out of foreign costumes - the costume as authentic as if it had come straight from Spain. His white shirt was neatly pressed and fit his slender body perfectly. The frills that sat neatly on his shoulders had bright thread woven into them, reflecting Tamaki's personality to a tee. But it was not the shirt that caught Kyouya's attention. It was the white pants that Tamaki wore to match his shirt. They were so snug it ought to be a skin, accentuated Tamaki's every curve, especially when Tamaki bend down - oh crap. Kyouya could have sworn his eyes got larger than humanly possible when Tamaki bent down to pluck a rose off the pile of his clothes, which were on the floor. The Shadow King turned away momentarily to give a fake cough, trying to regain his cool. When he looked back he found Tamaki looking over his shoulder at him, rose tucked in his back pocket.
"So, what do you think Kyouya?"
Kyouya's eyebrow twitched. He would not do anything. He was calm. He was cool. He was collected. He'd stay perfectly still and -
"Kyouya..." Tamaki whined, wiggling impatiently. And that was the end of Kyouya's self control.
~
"So I take it you like the costumes?"
"Hn."
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Warnings: Hinting but nothing too terrible. X3
Kyouya knew better than to stare. Staring was something incredibly uncouth, reserved only for people who had no manners. Considering the Shadow King was the epitome of a mannered son (and a master of keeping his cool) staring shouldn't have even crossed Kyouya's mind. And normally, it wouldn't have, assuming Tamaki was no present. If anyone could force Kyouya to throw etiquette out the window it was the Host Club's self-appointed Lord. One would assume that Kyouya was used to Tamaki's antics by now, and Kyouya had thought so too. That was, of course, until Tamaki had showed up (uninvited) in his living room to ask his opinion of the Host Club's next costume. The blonde was dressed as a matador - he did get a thrill out of foreign costumes - the costume as authentic as if it had come straight from Spain. His white shirt was neatly pressed and fit his slender body perfectly. The frills that sat neatly on his shoulders had bright thread woven into them, reflecting Tamaki's personality to a tee. But it was not the shirt that caught Kyouya's attention. It was the white pants that Tamaki wore to match his shirt. They were so snug it ought to be a skin, accentuated Tamaki's every curve, especially when Tamaki bend down - oh crap. Kyouya could have sworn his eyes got larger than humanly possible when Tamaki bent down to pluck a rose off the pile of his clothes, which were on the floor. The Shadow King turned away momentarily to give a fake cough, trying to regain his cool. When he looked back he found Tamaki looking over his shoulder at him, rose tucked in his back pocket.
"So, what do you think Kyouya?"
Kyouya's eyebrow twitched. He would not do anything. He was calm. He was cool. He was collected. He'd stay perfectly still and -
"Kyouya..." Tamaki whined, wiggling impatiently. And that was the end of Kyouya's self control.
~
"So I take it you like the costumes?"
"Hn."