[ by the time nisaka drifted back into consciousness the following morning, sunlight had already begun to filter in through the window of kuroo's bedroom. a strip of it fell over where his arm had been, warming him enough to rouse him, to prompt him to shift backwards on the bed into the ever warmer, but far more inviting arms of his boyfriend. they were both still naked from the previous night's activities, just a little bit sticky from where they hadn't been so diligent in cleaning off. it's in nisaka's limbs, though, that he feels the true extent of their reunion, heavy and tired but in that wonderfully i've been thoroughly fucked by my boyfriend kind of way. the thought brings a shy smile to his lips, dragging him further out of his slumber. he might have complained, if it didn't leave his chest feeling so wonderfully full.
speaking of full...
he shifts some more, making just the slightest of faces when he feels the stickiness between his legs. it's hard to believe it's only been four months since they'd last seen each other; the way they went at it the other night, you would've thought they'd been separated for years.
carefully, he turns over, eyes fluttering open to the sight of his boyfriend, still fast asleep. his smile only grows watching the other breathe, looking so wonderfully spent. gingerly, so as not to wake him, nisaka leans up to press the lightest of kisses on his cheek, meaning to just leave it at that and slip off to shower... but the moment his lips touch skin, he feels a sudden tug in his chest, aching for more. he shouldn't, really... kuroo's been working hard all semester, he deserves to sleep in during his weekends... but the more he stares at the other, the more he just wants to touch, to taste—
a sudden thought strikes him. feeling a flutter of excitement in his gut, he gently plucks up the blankets haphazardly strewn around their waists. after carefully extracting himself from the other's arms, he shimmies down the length of kuroo's body and
[ Dreaming after a night like that is like wading through syrup, thick and slow, deep and lingering.. He's so used to waking up early that the morning light half wakes him, but curled up at his side is his soft, snoozing boyfriend.. which is more than enough to have him dozing again in moments.. He doesn't wake for some time, not until long after his mind has run away with him, half dreams and half daydreams about his aforementioned boyfriend.. How excited he'd been to see Nisaka sitting there waiting for him in that bar he'd previously been so disinterested in, how having his arm around his small waist was like coming back to a warm house after a cold walk, how he'd never thought he'd stop looking at him, touching him, feeling that thrumming excitement over him being really here, here, at last... and yet how sleep had come so easy, exhausted as they were when they'd finally finished.
And then his thoughts wander to that... to having Nisaka under him, mewling and red-mouthed, of pushing his hand into his hair and pulling back in a tight fist, of the steady smack of their hips together, of feeling wet between Nisaka's thighs and his own fingers--
Wet.
Kuroo blinks bleary eyes up at the ceiling of his bedroom, the light through the window almost blinding him for a second, dazzling him before his sensations can really take hold of whats happening. When they do, he redirects his attention downward, breath rattling out of him till his chest is empty, only for him to gasp his lungs full again. ]
Nisaka... fuck. [ He laughs, breathless, a hand sliding through his fringe as the top of his spine arches in trickling pleasure, and his head falls back. ] Last night wasn't enough for you?
[ the smaller boy's response is a lofty hum, syllables muffled around the thickening cock in his mouth. he'd felt kuroo stirring awake seconds before, but paid it no mind and only continues his relentless lapping, one hand curled possessively around the very base of his shaft to hold him aloft. his head moves steadily beneath the weight and pressure of kuroo's hand in his head, mapping out the outline of his dick, standing proudly now in full attention.
when he finally draws his head away enough to speak, the sound his lips and tongue make when parting from the heated skin is lewd and slick, but not nearly as lewd as the sound he makes when he licks his lips next.
in his eyes are still the faint vestiges of sleep, which only serve to make the sultry look he sends kuroo's way seem that much more surreal, ethereal. as if he were moving in a daze, possessed by something he had no chance of fighting back against. ]
We have four months to make up for, [ is what he finally, properly responds with. he shifts to prop up on his knees a little better, but the lifting of his ass is nothing but perfunctory. ] Try to keep up, old man.
[ Kuroo hisses as he opens an eye he wasn't aware he'd closed and watches Nisaka's progress along his cock. His mouth is wet and pliant, and that sinful little hum sent vibrations down the length of him that coil deep below his belly, making him breathless already. He's so hard, he's almost surprised by it, but then it's never exactly been difficult around Nisaka, especially not when he's as touch starved as he is.
It seems like Nisaka is playing it up, for sure; that gorgeous popping sound as his lips released him and left wet trails of saliva stringing between them, that wanton little sound, that slow burning fire tucked away behind his lidded eyes.... It's one of those rare times when Kuroo feels pinned by all these jabs to his most sensitive parts, to all the parts that make him desperate and weak... although his hand does tighten just a little in Nisaka's hair, tugging the strands both to chastise him for being sassy but also, subtly, to remind him of how Kuroo had overpowered him the night before. Light retribution, that's all. ]
Ah- Keep up...? [ He grins, but it's hard to make it as pinched and cool as it normally is when Nisaka's hand is clutching his base like he owns it, making Kuroo want to bend to his will whatever the request may be-- Kuroo stifles that thought with the hand in Nisaka's hair. He slides it up, closer to the crown of his head, then forces his boyfriends mouth down over the head and shaft of his cock. ] ..I'll do my best.
[ you would think after the year they've been together, nisaka would have known better than to tickle a sleeping tiger. then again, that's sort of the reaction he wanted, to see the man's eyes flare up in passion like they normally only would while on the court, despite the faint flutter of mourning in nisaka's chest as he's coaxed down, already missing the brief moment of dominance over the other.
his lips fold into a frown around kuroo's thick girth, but he complies without any other protest. sure, his brows furrow, and he's looking through his thick, long lashes up at the older man like a child deprived of a treat, but there's no arguing he isn't being sufficiently distracted with his new task. hand tightening into a firmer fist, he starts to bob his head up along the length of his boyfriend's dick, flattening his tongue only to curl it around the underside of that fat head.
he lets out another moan, this time low and appreciative, knowing how the sound will vibrate along kuroo's most sensitive nerves. just like the night before, he moves with a sense of urgency, a hunger, stroking and sucking and licking wherever he can to get his boyfriend's head tipping back in bliss once more. ]
[ Kuroo loves it when Nisaka is dominant too, of course, only willing to give up the position he's usually so comfortable in for him and him alone... but it's the fight he enjoys the most, the retaliations to Kuroo's pushes and pokes that gets him going. So that petulant look on Nisaka's face, the almost silent warning of exactly the relentless effort he's going to make to make Kuroo lose his mind.. that's what has him shuddering as Nisaka tightens his hand and works his dick with all the confidence he should have after all the time they've spent together. Four months hasn't made him lose his touch, but it has made Kuroo's cock over sensitive and quick to get going, so just moments of the combined feeling of Nisaka's mouth and hand has the smile knocked from his face, mouth opening instead on a shuddering gasp. ]
Nisaka-- [ He murmurs between those devilish laps of his boyfriend's little pink tongue, the one it drives him crazy to watch. He has to tip his head back then, has to let his eyes slide shut because if he watches his progress for even another second he might embarrass himself by coming early.. and the last thing he wants is to cut this short. ]
C'mon. [ He doesn't tilt his head up, but his other hand comes out to slide into Nisaka's hair alongside his first... but this one softly caresses his cheek, fingers tracing the shell of his ear where his lips might stray were he any closer to his mouth.. ] Hah... Let me touch you..
I was gonna save it, make it a big grand surprise, but...
[ But one thing led to another and he'd ended up kind of screaming this apartments existence in Nisaka's face when he'd appeared on the campus grounds and wandered into Kuroo's orientation group like it was the most natural thing he could have done. There had been lots of tears that day, lots of embarrassing questions he had to answer later on about harassing first years and had to promise in future to keep a professional air when representing the university... so he hopes that this will call for less tears. No promises, though.
He unlocks the door, then picks up the box at his feet and shoulders the door open. ]
It doesn't look like much now, because it's so bare, but it'll look good once we.. get everything in here.
[ Is Kuroo Tetsurou nervous? Is that anxiety matted in his features? It must be, because he's selling this place totally short. Sure, it doesn't have a fancy open plan living room or a large entrance-way, but the genkan is cosy, the hallway it leads into has wood flooring that shines, and opens into a decent sized living room with a small window showing a portion of the large kitchen (a must, when Kuroo was apartment hunting). There are another set of doors to the back of the apartment, close by the large window showing off the Tokyo cityscape, which house the bathroom and the laundry room, and a set of stairs in the corner that must lead to the bedroom. It's a nice apartment. Kuroo has worked hard these past few years, both in school and at his job and doing various promotional pieces for the volleyball leagues, and this is what it was all for. This, and the man standing next to him.
[ trust kuroo to one-up him again. and after nisaka had worked so hard to keep it all a secret — cramming for exams, applying to universities, waiting on said universities, keeping his acceptances to himself until he got that acceptance, and organizing his entire move all nary a peep to kuroo or his closest friends about it (barring his own mother and kenma, of course, because nisaka had to have some kind of help orchestrating all this).
it was so perfect, too. laying down all the foundation of is disinterest in university (which is still somewhat true, but he's found a new motivation to actually want to put in effort, if only so he can continue to keep up with kuroo and support him in his life), reading and listening to all of kuroo's sad, dismayed messages about it. making sure that kuroo would still commit to his responsibilities as a tour leader, timing it just so that he would fall into his group... the look of pure shock and joy at his boyfriend's face was worth every bump and hassle he'd come across in this journey, but then kuroo had to go and ruin it by being kuroo.
which in this case is everything amazing and good in the world.
nisaka still hasn't moved from his spot at the threshold, glancing around with wide, unblinking eyes. even now, standing here, seeing it for himself, he can't quite believe it's actually a thing. a beautiful apartment, just for the two of them.
eventually, he turns to the older man, throat dry. ]
[ Kuroo's skin is alight with nervous shivers, unable to even focus enough to put the box down where it belongs, instead just kind of standing there like a ball of energy ready to burst, eyes flicking from his boyfriend to the apartment and back again as if waiting for his approval. ]
...How? [ He blinks. ] You mean.. how did I get this? I.. saved. I got a job, that's why I couldn't see you as often. In the evenings I'd work. When I wasn't working I'd be practicing. When I had free time in class or between classes I'd catch up on studying I missed while at work, and those few advertisement campaigns I did photo shoots and interviews for helped. [ He drums his fingers on the box, his anxiety practically palpable now. ] And mom helped.
[ Little does Kuroo know that Kenma had let Nisaka's plan slip to her, and that she'd thrown in a little money to help with the deposit both to make her son happy and to ensure Nisaka didn't have to deal with the bitch basic apartment Kuroo had lived in during his first year.
[ it is, of course, only belatedly that nisaka actually notices the state kuroo is in. notices how tense he stands, body practically vibrating with anxious energy. how he looks at nisaka like he's got his whole heart in his hands, like any minute now it could shatter at just the slightest twitch of his fingers.
the sound he lets out is indescribable. like a laugh, or a scoff, but too watery to be air. ]
Of course..! Idiot... [ his head dips forward, caught by his hands that press against his eyes, shielding how his lips wobble, but not how his voice shakes. ] I didn't come all this way just to be apart from you again...!
[ he sounds mildly aggrieved, but that isn't it at all. kuroo had planned this. had worked hard for this, tirelessly, during all those times nisaka had gotten impudent about his lack of availability or his distraction. he wants to kick his past self for being so cruel, so selfish. he'd been so upset over the present, when all along kuroo had been working towards their future.
still... he hadn't thought it would be happening so soon. are they really allowed to be this happy...? ]
[ Kuroo almost drops the box in his hands at the sight of Nisaka pressing hands to his face, everything in him rocketing into mother hen mode, desperate to get his arms around his boyfriend to comfort him if he's about to cry. He's so distracted by it, so relieved at his admission, that he forgets all about his own worries. He carefully puts the box down on the floor (it's a moving-in present to them both from Kenma that he hasn't opened yet, and his life wouldn't be worth living if he broke it) and strides over to press Nisaka to his chest. ]
Sorry, sorry, I just- [ Don't cry, Kuroo, you overgrown baby, do not cry. ] I just had to check.
[ Nisaka does want to live with him. It sounds impossible but it's true. Him who meticulously pairs up his socks, him who has an expensive taste in garbage sportswear, him who rises early and makes smoothies loudly at 7am, who snores when he's drunk and sleeps with his head crammed between two pillows.. How did he get this lucky again? He tilts his head down, presses a kiss to the back of one of Nisaka's hands, and laughs a little.. a gentle push of air against his fingers. ]
Man, I've cried more in the past few days than I think I have my entire life.
[ the summer between their second and third year of high school had felt particularly long. the days leading up to the final few days before their last year of high school starts feel particularly sluggish, like nisaka in the wee hours of the morning when his body has yet to successfully recharge. it doesn't help that this last week promises to be the hottest of them all, which one hopes would have encouraged more people to stay out of the cafe that day, but that's the thing about people: they're all too ready to ignore that voice that tells them they should know better.
as the last few minutes of his shift winds down, nisaka can't help but watch the clock impatiently. he's always pretty eager to go home, of course, as any teenager who'd only taken up a part-time job in the summer to appease his parents' wishes to get out of the house more would. today he is especially antsy, for perhaps the very same reason the entire summer had felt especially long. empty. dull. today, in exactly two minutes and thirty-nine seconds, his best friend would be coming home after three entire months away at volleyball camp. nisaka had promised to meet him at the bus stop, if he can only get away—
there!
he whirls in his spot, quickly tugging off his apron and nametag. ]
Ayano-san, I'm leaving. [ he calls towards the backroom before rolling up his apron and shoving it into a backpack, moving out from behind the counter with more speed and haste than anyone who knows nisaka would think capable of possessing. he doesn't really have a second to waste, though.
[ Kuroo steps off the bus with a few other students from this area who'd attended the camp, shouting as the bus leaves to the friends he'd made there, some vague insult about not stinking out the bus and keeping their hands to themselves.. and then when the bus clears away it leaves Nisaka standing there and Kuroo grins in a way he hasn't since he left, an expression he saves for only his best friend. ]
You didn't come in your apron? I love a man in uniform. [ He teases, then reaches out and gives Nisaka a rough scrub of his hand through his hair, purposefully messing up that effortlessly perfect tousled 'do. ] You haven't grown much since I've been away, have you?
[ Kuroo has, just a few inches. His hair is a little wilder with the humidity and it's extra length, his proportions a little more levelled out thanks to his two months of intensive training, and his skin covered in a dark sun-given tan.. But it isn't like Nisaka hasn't changed. His hair is longer, and though he hasn't exactly gained any hulking muscles or gotten a sparkling tan, the sight of him looking so very Nisaka as he remembers is just as comforting. His pale skin shines, his big eyes are intense, and Kuroo is glad to see they're completely focused on him. Kuroo really can't look away. Two months felt like it had been two years. ]
[ he is still a little breathless by the time the bus arrives and pulls away, so he is caught catching it when the two of them finally meet halfway. there is a light flush on his cheeks, a wideness to his eyes that hints at excitement. but it settles as their feet come to a habitual stop, a little less than two feet away from each other. his nose wrinkles at the hair tussling, and he leans away from it as he usually does, though kuroo's arms have long since gotten to the point of being long enough to chase after him. by the time his hand falls away, nisaka's hair tumbles back over his face, an artful tousle that many have claimed far too perfect to be incidental. kuroo, of course, knows better.
two months isn't, factually, all that long. eight weeks come and go during a schoolyear in a blink of an eye, but a summer alone, a summer apart seems like forever... nisaka can't remember a time they'd been apart for longer than a weekend, if at all, so eight weeks is truly eternity...
and eternity has apparently been very, very kind to his best friend.
now kuroo has always been good looking. at least as far as nisaka is concerned; he's grown up with the guy, known every facet of him before the taller male even figured out he had facets to offer. he'd grown into a confidence even grown adults would kill for, and it carries him on a pedestal throughout his life. he speaks and moves with such magnetism that is such a carefully crafted ease, and nisaka's sure only kuroo could ever manage it. two months putting his body through intense training has... only made the best physical parts of him that much more painful to look at.
because it's all of him.
nisaka quickly falls into another habit: quickly tucking in the attraction that buzzes in his skin every time he so much as looks at his best friend. grasps at the mask he's gotten used to wearing.
he responds first with a hum, and then a very pointed look around kuroo's shoulder, going so far as to lean to the side, crane his neck. ]
Ah, I was hoping to catch Kiyomasa. He owes me twenty yen. [ he feigns disappointment, shoulders lifting in a shrug. the strap of his bag slips a little lower, but he doesn't pay it mind. ] Oh well. Maybe next time.
[ he lets his eyes sloooooowly shift back to kuroo then, and feigns surprise. ]
[ Kuroo's eyes narrow, but he can't bring himself to let the grin on his face drop for even a moment. The fact that Nisaka's face is flushed with effort and that his chest is still heaving from the run over here is all the evidence he needs, answering his question just as well if not better than an actual response might have. Nisaka missed him. Nisaka didn't run for just anyone.
He does, however, give his shoulder a smack for his sass. ]
Cheeky. I'm sleeping over tonight, remember? I can suffocate you with a pillow and make it look like an accident, don't tempt me.
[ He pushes him lightly on that same shoulder, in the direction going back into town, and he knows it's a bit much but.. he's missed being able to touch Nisaka so freely. Two months away at volleyball camp didn't exactly mean he had no physical contact of course, but physical contact isn't the same as contact with his best friend.. and Kuroo will shamelessly take any and all opportunity to do just that.
Which is why, as they start down the track back into town, Kuroo hitches his backpack over his shoulder better with one hand, and secures the other easily around Nisaka's shorter shoulders. ]
[ nisaka's got a pretty good pokerface about 98% of the time, so he's able to save some dignity in not flinching too much when kuroo suddenly smacks his arm. it's a typical gesture shared between them, but nisaka can definitely sense a lot more strength behind that smack this time around, and (before he can even help himself) his eyes slip down to follow the more-defined contours of those arms.
he turns half a second faster than kuroo's push, already stepping towards the quickest path to his house. the sleepover had been a point of concern for him for the better part of the week leading up to this, but with kuroo's mom out of town for the rest of the evening, it seemed a decent thing to suggest. it's not like it'd be the first time one of them slept over at the other's house.
just the first time in three years....... ]
Not really, [ he supplies. the arm around his shoulders is also nothing new, and he folds into the touch as he is wont to — stiff in that defiant way he maintains, but overall yielding because it really is futile to try and fight his best friend over certain things. this close, he can definitely notice the difference in height, the top of his head now settling somewhere closer to kuroo's chin than his eyes. and that arm again... is he flexing on purpose?
...
is he even flexing?? ]
I made Employee of the Month. [ from the tone of his voice, it's very obviously not a point of pride for him. he'd only been working at the cafe for the past two months, so perhaps it should be, but nisaka never really wanted to work in the first place... and there's also the fact that the title comes mostly from his sales, and the only reason his sales are so good is thanks to the repeat patronage of a good portion of the female population of the local high and middle schools... ]
[ Curse Kuroo for wearing fitted shirts, right? Curse him for waking up that morning and picking out an outfit that would best accentuate all the high-core toning he's done over the past two months. Curse him for doing that with Nisaka in mind, because the knowledge that after a short bus ride he'd be seeing him back in his hometown was the only thing he seemed able to focus on. Curse him for deciding that tight shirt and tight jeans were worth it if it meant Nisaka might notice, even if he had to sacrifice the comfort of his track pants and slouchy t-shirt for it.
Which is to say.. he's flexing a bit. Just a bit. ]
Oh. Wait, really?
[ Kuroo knows probably better than most just how deep Nisaka's laziness lies. He very rarely tries particularly hard at anything unless it means something to him - the running, for example - so he either made it by accident, or he apparently cares more about his part time job than he let on. ]
Good job. But then, you probably don't have to try all that hard to double a few figures, right? [ When he thinks about it, it makes more sense than it doesn't... what with the flock of girls that follow Nisaka around school and the fact that gossip, particularly when it's related to pretty boys, travels fast. He pokes at Nisaka's side with a finger, grin teasing. ] Next you'll be manager there, huh?
[ A deal is a deal, and when Kuroo makes promises he very rarely breaks them... even if said promises involve doing one of his least favourite things. Though it can't be all bad when he's graced with sights like these.
The water is hot and warm, steaming the room just enough that everything is slightly misted, but not so much that Kuroo can't watch his boyfriend stripping off his clothes in the corner of the room. He's leaning on the edge of the bath, chin propped up in his palm, looking like the sleaze he is but not allowing himself even a moment of pause to reconsider given that this angle is way too good.
He whistles, because of course he does. He got into the bath early, mostly because it took him a fair while to actually get in the thing in the first place, and while Nisaka promised to follow straight after he's clearly dawdled enough that it now feels like teasing. Just when the hot water was starting to warm through him.. now Nisaka is playing with a much bigger fire.
His long legs have to fold a little to fit in the bowl of the tub, but there's enough room for Nisaka to fit between them, which is clearly what he's hoping for when he stretches out his hand to him. ]
[ the whistle earns kuroo an emphatic roll of nisaka's eyes, but most of that might be lost to the moisture clinging to the air in the room. it hadn't been entirely intentional at first, but gradually his movements did become something of a tease. it didn't help that his body already feels naturally languid after the long day they'd had, drawing out his movements to the point where even the arch of his back seems too lewd to be casual.
each garment is peeled off idly, and each inch of skin revealed is like a map of their day: the hickeys left along his collar and shoulders, bruises at his hips, bite marks lingering along his thighs.
when he finishes, he steps towards kuroo's outstretched hand, but rather than step in and nestle against the other's chest like he might want, nisaka instead slips into the small space to face him. his own legs he draws up, together, tucked against his chest. their held hands resting along the lip of the tub as he looks on. ]
Did you enjoy your surprise? I'll probably never manage another one as good.
[ Kuroo pretty much doesn't believe it for a moment, because little does Nisaka know that he's still surprising him every day; the new things he laughs at, the faces he makes, the things he says, or the new positions they find themselves in, everything is a pleasant surprise that reassures Kuroo that every day with his boyfriend is bound to be an adventure.
Him appearing in the bar had been a surprise - one he should have seen coming, honestly, if the way his friends kept saying cryptic things and giggling amongst one another was anything to go by - and the sheer intensity with which Nisaka pushed them both toward the bed that evening had been pretty surprising, as well as what transpired that morning and.. the entire day they've just endured. All of it came together in a wonderful mess that could definitely be described as surprising.. Particularly the way Nisaka peels off his clothes like he's being paid to do it. Kuroo almost wants to see him dress again just so he can take it back off.
He's only a little disappointed that Nisaka doesn't sit against his chest, because he's had more than a few indulgent daydreams about trailing droplets of water across his skin like that, able to feel every shift of muscle from the man in his arms, able to kiss as much of his neck and shoulders as he likes since he'd have access to it all.. He wonders if Nisaka has a reason for sitting to face him.. or a plan, maybe. ]
Yeah, I wish every shitty day could end like that. [ He gives him a genuine and slightly bashful smile. ] I'm sure you'll figure out some other way to surprise me. It's easy when we're not together all the time. I can't catch you out as well.
[ kuroo keeps his eyes on him, but nisaka's drifts as is usual of their routine. he can never hold the other man's gaze for too long; they're so intense, so full of emotion that nisaka always feels so weak under it, though that's not necessarily a bad thing. kuroo has always been some level of overwhelming, but it's a refreshing feeling. like the wind in your face and hair.
he watches their joined hands, how his thumb idly traces over the mountain range of kuroo's knuckles, so much more defined than his. ]
We've never been together all the time, [ he points out. ever since they met, they'd always had to endure some kind of distance.
musingly, his head lolls to its side, tone turning wistful. ]
It wouldn't be bad, though... [ seeing more of kuroo. getting to wake up to him every day. falling asleep to him every night.
[ Kuroo is all too tempted to tease Nisaka for that almost compliment because its so much more typical for him to gently insult him, say that his insufferable personality might get more insufferable given prolonged exposure, but.. there's something soft in his eyes and voice and Kuroo can't bring himself to speak and ruin it just yet. Everything is warm and soft, and as though responding to his surroundings Nisaka has also gone warm and soft, watching their hands together like he's studying the way they link up. He can't help but smile.
It really would be nice to see Nisaka every day. Even if they didn't wake up in the same bed, just to have him closer would be enough. The extended distance between them is starting to feel longer every time they have to say goodbye.
His free hand ducks under the bubbles and through the water, surging forward until it finds the delicate slope of Nisaka's ankle. ]
No, we're not together all the time, but even on long weekends like this one I spend enough time around you to know when you're plotting something.
[ Like sitting facing him. What's the deal with that? ]
But it's becoming way harder to figure out what you're plotting. [ He squints his eyes a little, grin twisted in pride or satisfaction while his fingers start to softly caress the skin under them. ] You're getting good.
[ tuesday evening is an odd time to choose for a private tutoring session, but given his tutor's outrageous schedule, nisaka's actually surprised they managed to find the time to meet at all. (yet another item on his long list of why he stays away from extracurriculars.) still, an hour on a school night in the beginning of the week seems more than a little odd, already dampening the blandness of tuesday evenings in general. of course, nisaka wouldn't want to be here during any day of the week, if he could help it, but he supposes the whole point of this punishment — that's what it was, no matter how much the academic counsel wants to call it anything else — is that he isn't supposed to enjoy any of it.
sighing heavily, nisaka stares at a small spider that crawls along the shelf holding a number of old jars in the old potions classroom, idly tapping the tip of his quill against the worn wood of his desk. he's here early, only because the hufflepuff common room was close enough. he can already see the next six weeks of his life stretching out like a winding path in the horizon. two nights a week, one hour-long each, and a potions final to cap it all off that will determine whether or not he remains in school.
[ It's honestly a mystery how Kuroo was strong armed into this when his schedule is already so tight packed as it is, but... What can he say, the idea of a student tutor gig looking good on his record, alongside his pretty decent grades and his various extra curriculars, is a very tempting idea. Even if this thing doesn't go well and the guy he's tutoring doesn't get higher than a B, it's still a thing he's agreed to that will impress any future employer, so he really can't lose.
To most Kuroo appears to be the type of guy who only cares about sports and often finds himself took caught up in said sport to allow anything else to enter his head. But, so contrary to his appearance it almost seems purposeful, Kuroo has a great interest and knack for potions to the point where he's become something of a legend in the homework department. It makes sense that he's been asked to tutor since the subject comes so easily to him, but what doesn't make sense is that they're expecting an hour a week to make any difference to a guy who's failing miserably. He's expecting a total dunce, probably that big Gryffindor guy he sees in the classroom after hours on a Saturday, scratching his head so often Kuroo is surprised he doesn't draw blood.
With a sigh, he pushes open the door. He's still half in his uniform, his shirt and tie visible under a quiddich hoodie he's thrown on, but he's done his best to not make this feel like school. The idea of being a teacher, while enticing because of the power, is still a little daunting even for him.
What he sees, then, when his eyes alight to the only inhabited table, surprises him greatly. ]
Oh. [ He blinks. This kid does not look like a dunce.] ... Have I got the right room?
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surprise college visits, morning afters, & teasing in public
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And then his thoughts wander to that... to having Nisaka under him, mewling and red-mouthed, of pushing his hand into his hair and pulling back in a tight fist, of the steady smack of their hips together, of feeling wet between Nisaka's thighs and his own fingers--
Wet.
Kuroo blinks bleary eyes up at the ceiling of his bedroom, the light through the window almost blinding him for a second, dazzling him before his sensations can really take hold of whats happening. When they do, he redirects his attention downward, breath rattling out of him till his chest is empty, only for him to gasp his lungs full again. ]
Nisaka... fuck. [ He laughs, breathless, a hand sliding through his fringe as the top of his spine arches in trickling pleasure, and his head falls back. ] Last night wasn't enough for you?
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It seems like Nisaka is playing it up, for sure; that gorgeous popping sound as his lips released him and left wet trails of saliva stringing between them, that wanton little sound, that slow burning fire tucked away behind his lidded eyes.... It's one of those rare times when Kuroo feels pinned by all these jabs to his most sensitive parts, to all the parts that make him desperate and weak... although his hand does tighten just a little in Nisaka's hair, tugging the strands both to chastise him for being sassy but also, subtly, to remind him of how Kuroo had overpowered him the night before. Light retribution, that's all. ]
Ah- Keep up...? [ He grins, but it's hard to make it as pinched and cool as it normally is when Nisaka's hand is clutching his base like he owns it, making Kuroo want to bend to his will whatever the request may be-- Kuroo stifles that thought with the hand in Nisaka's hair. He slides it up, closer to the crown of his head, then forces his boyfriends mouth down over the head and shaft of his cock. ] ..I'll do my best.
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Nisaka-- [ He murmurs between those devilish laps of his boyfriend's little pink tongue, the one it drives him crazy to watch. He has to tip his head back then, has to let his eyes slide shut because if he watches his progress for even another second he might embarrass himself by coming early.. and the last thing he wants is to cut this short. ]
C'mon. [ He doesn't tilt his head up, but his other hand comes out to slide into Nisaka's hair alongside his first... but this one softly caresses his cheek, fingers tracing the shell of his ear where his lips might stray were he any closer to his mouth.. ] Hah... Let me touch you..
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fluff
i hope this is okay...!
[ But one thing led to another and he'd ended up kind of screaming this apartments existence in Nisaka's face when he'd appeared on the campus grounds and wandered into Kuroo's orientation group like it was the most natural thing he could have done. There had been lots of tears that day, lots of embarrassing questions he had to answer later on about harassing first years and had to promise in future to keep a professional air when representing the university... so he hopes that this will call for less tears. No promises, though.
He unlocks the door, then picks up the box at his feet and shoulders the door open. ]
It doesn't look like much now, because it's so bare, but it'll look good once we.. get everything in here.
[ Is Kuroo Tetsurou nervous? Is that anxiety matted in his features? It must be, because he's selling this place totally short. Sure, it doesn't have a fancy open plan living room or a large entrance-way, but the genkan is cosy, the hallway it leads into has wood flooring that shines, and opens into a decent sized living room with a small window showing a portion of the large kitchen (a must, when Kuroo was apartment hunting). There are another set of doors to the back of the apartment, close by the large window showing off the Tokyo cityscape, which house the bathroom and the laundry room, and a set of stairs in the corner that must lead to the bedroom. It's a nice apartment. Kuroo has worked hard these past few years, both in school and at his job and doing various promotional pieces for the volleyball leagues, and this is what it was all for. This, and the man standing next to him.
Shame he looks like he's about to throw up. ]
im dyyyyinggg
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...How? [ He blinks. ] You mean.. how did I get this? I.. saved. I got a job, that's why I couldn't see you as often. In the evenings I'd work. When I wasn't working I'd be practicing. When I had free time in class or between classes I'd catch up on studying I missed while at work, and those few advertisement campaigns I did photo shoots and interviews for helped. [ He drums his fingers on the box, his anxiety practically palpable now. ] And mom helped.
[ Little does Kuroo know that Kenma had let Nisaka's plan slip to her, and that she'd thrown in a little money to help with the deposit both to make her son happy and to ensure Nisaka didn't have to deal with the bitch basic apartment Kuroo had lived in during his first year.
Kuroo swallows. ]
You-- You do want to move in, right?
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the sound he lets out is indescribable. like a laugh, or a scoff, but too watery to be air. ]
Of course..! Idiot... [ his head dips forward, caught by his hands that press against his eyes, shielding how his lips wobble, but not how his voice shakes. ] I didn't come all this way just to be apart from you again...!
[ he sounds mildly aggrieved, but that isn't it at all. kuroo had planned this. had worked hard for this, tirelessly, during all those times nisaka had gotten impudent about his lack of availability or his distraction. he wants to kick his past self for being so cruel, so selfish. he'd been so upset over the present, when all along kuroo had been working towards their future.
still... he hadn't thought it would be happening so soon. are they really allowed to be this happy...? ]
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Sorry, sorry, I just- [ Don't cry, Kuroo, you overgrown baby, do not cry. ] I just had to check.
[ Nisaka does want to live with him. It sounds impossible but it's true. Him who meticulously pairs up his socks, him who has an expensive taste in garbage sportswear, him who rises early and makes smoothies loudly at 7am, who snores when he's drunk and sleeps with his head crammed between two pillows.. How did he get this lucky again? He tilts his head down, presses a kiss to the back of one of Nisaka's hands, and laughs a little.. a gentle push of air against his fingers. ]
Man, I've cried more in the past few days than I think I have my entire life.
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i went with the tropiest of tropes
as the last few minutes of his shift winds down, nisaka can't help but watch the clock impatiently. he's always pretty eager to go home, of course, as any teenager who'd only taken up a part-time job in the summer to appease his parents' wishes to get out of the house more would. today he is especially antsy, for perhaps the very same reason the entire summer had felt especially long. empty. dull. today, in exactly two minutes and thirty-nine seconds, his best friend would be coming home after three entire months away at volleyball camp. nisaka had promised to meet him at the bus stop, if he can only get away—
there!
he whirls in his spot, quickly tugging off his apron and nametag. ]
Ayano-san, I'm leaving. [ he calls towards the backroom before rolling up his apron and shoving it into a backpack, moving out from behind the counter with more speed and haste than anyone who knows nisaka would think capable of possessing. he doesn't really have a second to waste, though.
kuroo's waiting. ]
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You didn't come in your apron? I love a man in uniform. [ He teases, then reaches out and gives Nisaka a rough scrub of his hand through his hair, purposefully messing up that effortlessly perfect tousled 'do. ] You haven't grown much since I've been away, have you?
[ Kuroo has, just a few inches. His hair is a little wilder with the humidity and it's extra length, his proportions a little more levelled out thanks to his two months of intensive training, and his skin covered in a dark sun-given tan.. But it isn't like Nisaka hasn't changed. His hair is longer, and though he hasn't exactly gained any hulking muscles or gotten a sparkling tan, the sight of him looking so very Nisaka as he remembers is just as comforting. His pale skin shines, his big eyes are intense, and Kuroo is glad to see they're completely focused on him. Kuroo really can't look away. Two months felt like it had been two years. ]
Miss me?
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two months isn't, factually, all that long. eight weeks come and go during a schoolyear in a blink of an eye, but a summer alone, a summer apart seems like forever... nisaka can't remember a time they'd been apart for longer than a weekend, if at all, so eight weeks is truly eternity...
and eternity has apparently been very, very kind to his best friend.
now kuroo has always been good looking. at least as far as nisaka is concerned; he's grown up with the guy, known every facet of him before the taller male even figured out he had facets to offer. he'd grown into a confidence even grown adults would kill for, and it carries him on a pedestal throughout his life. he speaks and moves with such magnetism that is such a carefully crafted ease, and nisaka's sure only kuroo could ever manage it. two months putting his body through intense training has... only made the best physical parts of him that much more painful to look at.
because it's all of him.
nisaka quickly falls into another habit: quickly tucking in the attraction that buzzes in his skin every time he so much as looks at his best friend. grasps at the mask he's gotten used to wearing.
he responds first with a hum, and then a very pointed look around kuroo's shoulder, going so far as to lean to the side, crane his neck. ]
Ah, I was hoping to catch Kiyomasa. He owes me twenty yen. [ he feigns disappointment, shoulders lifting in a shrug. the strap of his bag slips a little lower, but he doesn't pay it mind. ] Oh well. Maybe next time.
[ he lets his eyes sloooooowly shift back to kuroo then, and feigns surprise. ]
Oh, Kuroo. You're here too.
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He does, however, give his shoulder a smack for his sass. ]
Cheeky. I'm sleeping over tonight, remember? I can suffocate you with a pillow and make it look like an accident, don't tempt me.
[ He pushes him lightly on that same shoulder, in the direction going back into town, and he knows it's a bit much but.. he's missed being able to touch Nisaka so freely. Two months away at volleyball camp didn't exactly mean he had no physical contact of course, but physical contact isn't the same as contact with his best friend.. and Kuroo will shamelessly take any and all opportunity to do just that.
Which is why, as they start down the track back into town, Kuroo hitches his backpack over his shoulder better with one hand, and secures the other easily around Nisaka's shorter shoulders. ]
So, what did I miss? Anything fun?
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he turns half a second faster than kuroo's push, already stepping towards the quickest path to his house. the sleepover had been a point of concern for him for the better part of the week leading up to this, but with kuroo's mom out of town for the rest of the evening, it seemed a decent thing to suggest. it's not like it'd be the first time one of them slept over at the other's house.
just the first time in three years....... ]
Not really, [ he supplies. the arm around his shoulders is also nothing new, and he folds into the touch as he is wont to — stiff in that defiant way he maintains, but overall yielding because it really is futile to try and fight his best friend over certain things. this close, he can definitely notice the difference in height, the top of his head now settling somewhere closer to kuroo's chin than his eyes. and that arm again... is he flexing on purpose?
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is he even flexing?? ]
I made Employee of the Month. [ from the tone of his voice, it's very obviously not a point of pride for him. he'd only been working at the cafe for the past two months, so perhaps it should be, but nisaka never really wanted to work in the first place... and there's also the fact that the title comes mostly from his sales, and the only reason his sales are so good is thanks to the repeat patronage of a good portion of the female population of the local high and middle schools... ]
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Which is to say.. he's flexing a bit. Just a bit. ]
Oh. Wait, really?
[ Kuroo knows probably better than most just how deep Nisaka's laziness lies. He very rarely tries particularly hard at anything unless it means something to him - the running, for example - so he either made it by accident, or he apparently cares more about his part time job than he let on. ]
Good job. But then, you probably don't have to try all that hard to double a few figures, right? [ When he thinks about it, it makes more sense than it doesn't... what with the flock of girls that follow Nisaka around school and the fact that gossip, particularly when it's related to pretty boys, travels fast. He pokes at Nisaka's side with a finger, grin teasing. ] Next you'll be manager there, huh?
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BATHTIME o9
The water is hot and warm, steaming the room just enough that everything is slightly misted, but not so much that Kuroo can't watch his boyfriend stripping off his clothes in the corner of the room. He's leaning on the edge of the bath, chin propped up in his palm, looking like the sleaze he is but not allowing himself even a moment of pause to reconsider given that this angle is way too good.
He whistles, because of course he does. He got into the bath early, mostly because it took him a fair while to actually get in the thing in the first place, and while Nisaka promised to follow straight after he's clearly dawdled enough that it now feels like teasing. Just when the hot water was starting to warm through him.. now Nisaka is playing with a much bigger fire.
His long legs have to fold a little to fit in the bowl of the tub, but there's enough room for Nisaka to fit between them, which is clearly what he's hoping for when he stretches out his hand to him. ]
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each garment is peeled off idly, and each inch of skin revealed is like a map of their day: the hickeys left along his collar and shoulders, bruises at his hips, bite marks lingering along his thighs.
when he finishes, he steps towards kuroo's outstretched hand, but rather than step in and nestle against the other's chest like he might want, nisaka instead slips into the small space to face him. his own legs he draws up, together, tucked against his chest. their held hands resting along the lip of the tub as he looks on. ]
Did you enjoy your surprise? I'll probably never manage another one as good.
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[ Kuroo pretty much doesn't believe it for a moment, because little does Nisaka know that he's still surprising him every day; the new things he laughs at, the faces he makes, the things he says, or the new positions they find themselves in, everything is a pleasant surprise that reassures Kuroo that every day with his boyfriend is bound to be an adventure.
Him appearing in the bar had been a surprise - one he should have seen coming, honestly, if the way his friends kept saying cryptic things and giggling amongst one another was anything to go by - and the sheer intensity with which Nisaka pushed them both toward the bed that evening had been pretty surprising, as well as what transpired that morning and.. the entire day they've just endured. All of it came together in a wonderful mess that could definitely be described as surprising.. Particularly the way Nisaka peels off his clothes like he's being paid to do it. Kuroo almost wants to see him dress again just so he can take it back off.
He's only a little disappointed that Nisaka doesn't sit against his chest, because he's had more than a few indulgent daydreams about trailing droplets of water across his skin like that, able to feel every shift of muscle from the man in his arms, able to kiss as much of his neck and shoulders as he likes since he'd have access to it all.. He wonders if Nisaka has a reason for sitting to face him.. or a plan, maybe. ]
Yeah, I wish every shitty day could end like that. [ He gives him a genuine and slightly bashful smile. ] I'm sure you'll figure out some other way to surprise me. It's easy when we're not together all the time. I can't catch you out as well.
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he watches their joined hands, how his thumb idly traces over the mountain range of kuroo's knuckles, so much more defined than his. ]
We've never been together all the time, [ he points out. ever since they met, they'd always had to endure some kind of distance.
musingly, his head lolls to its side, tone turning wistful. ]
It wouldn't be bad, though... [ seeing more of kuroo. getting to wake up to him every day. falling asleep to him every night.
mm. not bad at all. ]
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It really would be nice to see Nisaka every day. Even if they didn't wake up in the same bed, just to have him closer would be enough. The extended distance between them is starting to feel longer every time they have to say goodbye.
His free hand ducks under the bubbles and through the water, surging forward until it finds the delicate slope of Nisaka's ankle. ]
No, we're not together all the time, but even on long weekends like this one I spend enough time around you to know when you're plotting something.
[ Like sitting facing him. What's the deal with that? ]
But it's becoming way harder to figure out what you're plotting. [ He squints his eyes a little, grin twisted in pride or satisfaction while his fingers start to softly caress the skin under them. ] You're getting good.
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spoilers: no owls die in the end
sighing heavily, nisaka stares at a small spider that crawls along the shelf holding a number of old jars in the old potions classroom, idly tapping the tip of his quill against the worn wood of his desk. he's here early, only because the hufflepuff common room was close enough. he can already see the next six weeks of his life stretching out like a winding path in the horizon. two nights a week, one hour-long each, and a potions final to cap it all off that will determine whether or not he remains in school.
so: fun times all around, basically. ]
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To most Kuroo appears to be the type of guy who only cares about sports and often finds himself took caught up in said sport to allow anything else to enter his head. But, so contrary to his appearance it almost seems purposeful, Kuroo has a great interest and knack for potions to the point where he's become something of a legend in the homework department. It makes sense that he's been asked to tutor since the subject comes so easily to him, but what doesn't make sense is that they're expecting an hour a week to make any difference to a guy who's failing miserably. He's expecting a total dunce, probably that big Gryffindor guy he sees in the classroom after hours on a Saturday, scratching his head so often Kuroo is surprised he doesn't draw blood.
With a sigh, he pushes open the door. He's still half in his uniform, his shirt and tie visible under a quiddich hoodie he's thrown on, but he's done his best to not make this feel like school. The idea of being a teacher, while enticing because of the power, is still a little daunting even for him.
What he sees, then, when his eyes alight to the only inhabited table, surprises him greatly. ]
Oh. [ He blinks. This kid does not look like a dunce.] ... Have I got the right room?