Kyouya was the epitome of cool, calm and collected. Nothing ever seemed to ruffle his feathers; he might not have had feathers at all. Everyone who knew him thought he was static and cold, like a statue, hard to the touch.

Except for Tamaki. He reached out and found that he was soft, with warm blood pumping through his veins. And, as he found out later, he was anything but static.

It was first apparent one day when the two of them were sitting together on the couch, watching some vapid television show, almost cuddling. Tamaki had been getting restless. Before then, they had only kissed, and in his boredom, Tamaki decided to do something different – he leaned over and licked a long stripe up Kyouya's neck.

This immediately got a reaction: he had jumped, and color faintly shaded his cheeks, which was a rare sight. He had inched away from him, and at first glance he looked both pleased… and maybe a little ashamed. Tamaki didn't know for certain, for the emotions had quickly disappeared, and a reprimand followed. He had grinned cheekily, while keeping the unusual response in his mind.

Later, Kyouya had a stressful conversation with his father, and he was even colder than usual. The ever-concerned Tamaki wanted to do something to help his friend, and he didn't know what… until that fact rose in his mind again.

They were sitting on Kyouya's bed, and the door was locked, so he felt confident as he said, "I want to help you."

That took his attention away from the window, and Kyouya turned to raise an eyebrow at the blond. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Instead of replying with words, Tamaki kissed him, soft and slow, testing the waters. When Kyouya kissed back, kissing harder, he knew he was doing the right thing. He let the kiss linger, before taking a chance by breaking it and licking down from his mouth down his jaw and neck.

Kyouya gasped, his face reddening slightly, and then his body became completely tense. Tamaki frowned. "No," he whispered against his skin, "Don't fight it."

A multitude of emotions flashed across his face, in a blink of an eye. Tamaki was momentarily afraid that he made a mistake, but when he felt Kyouya slowly relaxing under him, he knew it was okay. Tamaki grinned at him before licking again, slowly. This time, he shuddered.

It was amazing to him. Every time that Tamaki licked him – on his neck, or on his chest, or elsewhere – Kyouya responded. He shuddered, he blushed, his breath hitched, he panted, he gasped, he moaned, he shivered. One thing he absolutely did not do, however, was think of his father. No, his mind was on this, on the pleasure he was giving him. He was the exact opposite of the cold persona he was moments ago.

Some people thought he was beautiful as a statue, all cold and static. But Tamaki found him then – all warm, passionate, moving – even more beautiful.