[ 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?
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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?