It was impossible to ignore the heat in his gaze. Tamaki would turn away from it, a blush high on his cheekbones, but he could not escape it. The warmth would start wherever Kyouya's eyes were resting—today on the dip of his collarbone, and spread lower until it engulfed his whole body. Tamaki knew that as soon as the music room emptied the darker boy would be a top him, licking at his collar and pinning him to the couch, but right now he would settle for staring at what was just outside his reach.