"Hey Kyouya?"
"Mm?"
"I love you." Tamaki beamed.
"I know." Kyouya replied—never looking up from his laptop.
"Kyouya?"
"What Tamaki?" He growled, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"You're supposed to say you love me back." Tamaki sprawled out on the couch next to the dark haired boy and slowly shut the cover on his laptop.
Once shut Tamaki pushed the computer away and pulled himself into the other boys lap. Kyouya stared at him blankly for a bit—though he did allow his eyes to fall shut as their lips met. The kiss was soft—nothing was demanded and no dominance was asserted. They pulled back slowly as they heard voices nearing the room. Tamaki was just slipping out of his lap as the door opened.
Kyouya straightened his glasses and nonchalantly reopened his computer and resumed his typing. With a small smile he leaned towards Tamaki and leaned briefly against him.
"I love you back."
Tamaki blushed prettily and stole one more kiss before pulling his Host Club persona about him and flouncing off to charm and defeat.