Ouran High School Host Club Drabbles
Cloud
Kyouya was hard to catch, hard to hold. A glimmer of amusement behind his glasses was often all that revealed of his emotions. Rarely, preciously, Tamaki glimpsed a small smile, often sardonic.
Sometimes, sweetly, a genuine smile lit up Kyouya's features. Tamaki loved Kyouya when he smiled, pink lips stretching into a warm smile.
His movements may seem sedate, slow moving, but grasping Kyouya was difficult. He became elusive, quicksilver and cool. Some what like a cloud in the sky, visible but illusionary. Tamaki could see Kyouya, who he truly was behind the facades, was one of the few who could reach out - and Kyouya to stretch out as well.
Hand against hand, fingers sliding between each other, the smooth feeling of skin and flesh. The flash of his smile, true this time, shared just between the two of them. Tamaki laughed, carelessly pulling Kyouya into an embrace. Loving it, when Kyouya relaxed against him, giving up his pretences.
