[ 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.
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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.