He wasn’t 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 Kyoya’s 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 feeling his senpais had known about this for a long time.

“Takashi, bring them inside!” Honey entered the room smiling like nothing had happened, while Mori somehow managed to pick up the three and drag them to another sofa.

Honey, in front of them, still holding his Usa-chan, started speaking:

“Well, Mommy and Daddy must’ve lost notion of time and didn’t notice the Club Activities would start soon.” He then turned to Kyoya and Tamaki. “So, making out in the Music Room is a no-no!”

“Hikaru, I think we should stop selling our brotherly love…”

“You’re right, Kaoru. I think they’re even better at this than us…”

Kyoya felt Tamaki falling from the couch and collapsing to the floor.

And when Kyoya got up, buttoned his shirt and put his glasses on, he made a mental note on how he would never let that happen again. The Devil’s smile was back in its place and when he looked at the twins, he was sure they’d never tell or even dare to make a joke about the situation.

Because, when he wasn’t alone with Tamaki, he was very sure of what he was doing.