MATTERS
Tamaki really cannot remember how it all started or when it began. But it was not like it mattered, really; matters did not matter when it meant answers to them could cause a meltdown. It would almost be like throwing bricks in a glass house--all the walls shattering and breaking down until nothing but the frame work was left to stand.
So he does not think about it, not even when Hikaru and Kaoru drop by the mansion to check up on their 'lord' and all three of them are taking up space in the blond's room. Thinking about it would do no good. He knew this (they knew this) so he did his best not to. Especially when the click of the lock reached his ears and a sudden push has him falling back onto the bed with a yelp.
The only thought to pass his mind was a fleeting oh god before there were hands skillfully working on his uniform--pushing the material away and off so fingers could brush against flesh. Almost teasing, that electric-feel caused a shiver to tremble through the blond, his eyes closing as his tilted back.
And this was all familiar even though it felt almost-different. Familiar in the sense of not knowing who was touching and which was kissing, almost-different in the sense that Tamaki knew who was who and their names correct whimpers in the quiet room.
Whimpers turned to gasps and gasps into quiet moans. Quiet, always always quiet. To make a loud sound would to give away everything. To make everything matter and be torn apart. So they were quiet in their touching and kissing, keeping their voices low as limbs tangled and hands explored well-known territories.
Bodies melding almost perfectly together.
Not even after all was done and the twins were curled against the blond's side did he let his mind wander to thoughts of matters and what ifs, should nots and could nots. Because thoughts often turned to vocalized words, and those words turned into questions and statements. Those come with answers and he--no they are afraid of those answers those thoughts could bring.
They did not want to shatter the house of their relationship and be forced to stare at too-sturdy remains that would never crumble. Because matters did not matter within the walls of their well-built house of glass.
After all, you only needed curtains to keep out the eyes of others.