[ 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 well. 🍆💦 ]