He wasnt really sure of what he was doing. Actually he was never exactly sure of what was happening whenever he was alone with Tamaki.
Not when Tamaki would remove his glasses, placing them gracefully in the tea table.
Not when the blond would begin to kiss him, making wonders with his tongue.
Not when his King would unbutton Kyoyas shirt, exposing his pale skin to his perfect lips.
Not when he would look at him in the eyes with those purple, beautiful orbs, like in this precise moment, and say those three words:
Waaaaaaii! I always thought Kyo-chan would be on top!
Those were definitely not the words.
And they were definitely not coming from the seventeen-year-old whose legs were entangled with his own and whose face had a look of utter shock.
When Kyoya turned to the door, he not only found Honey, but the rest of the Host Club. Haruhi and the twins seemed to have frozen at the sight. Mori was his normal self, not showing much emotion. Kyoya had a feelin