Crossdressing Transgendered (Kyouya/Tamaki/Haruhi)
"The opera awaits!" Tamaki cries out as he burst in, skirts swishing around his ankles, a daring slit only hinting at his knees and thighs.
Haruhi and Kyouya exchange glances. Kyouya leans away from Haruhi, one finger stroking her tie. He smiles, "Perfect, no?"
She places a hand on her tie, Kyouya's hand trapped under hers, fingertips resting where the fabric meets the skin. "I think there could be improvement," is all Haruhi says.
Tamaki pouts, "Are you starting without me?" He leans against the wall and Kyouya openly looks at Tamaki's long legs.
"Would we do that?" Kyouya murmurs. Haruhi watches as he stalks to where Tamaki is. Kyouya plays with a tendril of blond hair, pressing Tamaki against the wall, one knee inserted between Tamaki's thighs.
"Maybe," Tamaki whispers. "You're such a bad influence on - on Haruhi!"
"We had better go," Haruhi says, looking at her watch. Her suit has been excellently tailored, she looks quite dashing in it. "The opera starts at eight."
Both Tamaki and Kyouya prefer her without it.
The tie is put to good use. Kyouya knows his knots.