[ 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.
[ there is a strange sort of impatience that he feels bubbling up in his chest. not foreign, but up until now it had only just been simmering in the recesses of his chest. now he feels it's about to spill over, flood.
when kuroo touches his ankle, he twitches slightly, and has to fight off the urge to draw his foot away. kuroo's response isn't the one he'd been wanting to hear, despite having already heard that particular sentiment many times before, before he himself had gotten brave enough to say it outloud. it's strange to feel rebuked, when he knows that's the opposite of what the older man intends to do. ]
What makes you think I'm plotting something?
[ his expression is perfectly calm, perfectly neutral. storm-blue eyes remain steady on kuroo himself, obscured only slightly by wisps of soft, dark hair. ]
Because you're talking about wanting to be with me all the time while looking at my face, [ Kuroo murmurs with a muted smile, fingers following the curve of his ankle up his calf and back down again. The water moves slightly around them, but for the most part it keeps the movement hidden beneath the suds and steam. ] And yet you're sitting all the way over there.
[ It's kind of funny he'd phrase it like that when the bathtub is barely big enough for Kuroo's gangling limbs, let alone for them both to sit in, but it says something about Kuroo's weird perception of the situation. He wants his hands on his boyfriend, wants to touch him and enjoy being here with him, constantly. The distance between them now could be half what it is and it'd still feel like a mile. Just like the distance between their homes. Kuroo tries to tell himself he'd be happy with seeing Nisaka every evening or every morning before each of their daily duties, but he knows damn well he won't be truly content till he's sharing every part of his life with Nisaka, till he's the one he's coming home to after practice and the one he's waking up in a morning with kisses before heading out.
He tilts his head, hand coming up out of the water just a bit when it ventures a little further, fingers dancing across Nisaka's knee. ]
That's why I can't wait for the day when the only goodbyes we'll have are in the morning before classes or work or whatever. [ He goes quiet for a moment, then he lets out a small breath of laughter. ] Then I'll know what you're thinking even before you do.
[ he's heard it all before, of course. couples who get so close, they finish each other's sentences. fated, star-cross'd lovers and all that. nisaka had spent a good portion of his life thinking it was silly, because life never works out like that. people aren't two broken halves that fit perfectly into one another. that's children's tales.
that said...
just because people aren't missing pieces of each other, doesn't mean they aren't broken. it doesn't mean that they can't, together, find the tools and the strength to mend those shattered pieces back together, or fill the gaps in with something new and whole and stable. nisaka fancies himself a realist, but there are definitely times when he's with kuroo that he has to stop and wonder about the things he thought were real at all. ]
...Don't be so modest. Sometimes I think you already do.
[ the future isn't something they touch on much. nothing really further than a week's time, because the future indicates so much more than either of them have ever said out loud to each other. no matter how tightly they hold each other's hand right now.
slowly, he rises and rocks onto his knees. in the small space of the tub, the simple gesture easily closes the gap between them, so that his knees plant themselves mere centimeters from where kuroo is seated. his free hand cups some soapy water that he lifts up and carefully tips over one of kuroo's broad shoulders, watching the droplets travel down his skin. in a few hours' time, they'll have to say goodbye again. a part of him already misses kuroo's warmth. ]
[ He watches as his boyfriend comes closer, and the smile that spreads across his face is warm like the water around them. Every time he and Nisaka spend any amount of time together Kuroo feels like they were never apart. The lonely nights are so far away from where they are now that Kuroo couldn't recall how it feels to sleep alone even if he'd wanted to. Their inevitable parting will tear into him, as it always does, but it only makes him more determined to work hard so that one day.. one day they can be together the way they want to be. It wouldn't be bad, Nisaka had said. No, it definitely wouldn't.
He watches Nisaka's hand bring the water up, careful, watches as it tumbles across his skin.. it had been exactly what he'd wanted to do to Nisaka when he'd first suggested a bath, so it's almost amusing to watch his stoic boyfriend instinctively do it to him first. He never stops smiling, even when his hands slide up Nisaka's outer thighs, resting just before the fold of his body, and Kuroo settles his back against the curve of the tub. ]
What kind of place should we get? A mansion? A penthouse?
[ He's teasing, but it's soft, like there's something real in there too amidst all the hazing. ]
Oh, wherever we go we'll have to make sure they allow pets. I want a cat.
[ it's almost too much, to be honest. that kind of joking, too much, too soon, but where it taunts and stings a little, it also nourishes that small seed of hope in him, making his movements drag, grow unconscious. his eyes narrow, attempting to carry on the other's feint at teasing. ]
Anything too large would make you lonely, [ he counters. ] What happens if I'm in one wing, and you're in the other?
[ not to say that he wouldn't find the distance counter-productive either, but it's easier to poke and prod and kuroo when he puts himself on display like this. he takes to wetting the man's other shoulder. ]
[ Kuroo makes this face like he's been caught out, because Nisaka is exactly right; Kuroo has lived in small apartments and compact houses his entire life, has been surrounded by company his entire life, has grown kind of fond of having people to talk to to the point where even this tiny student apartment seems too large and gaping for one man not to go insane in, sometimes.. So anything larger, anywhere he could lose Nisaka's scent or not walk a few feet and be able to touch him or look at him.. wouldn't be a place he'd be content enough to live in.
Nisaka knowing and acknowledging that fact, though, is kind of nice. Kuroo smiles, lifting his hands up to drip beads of water across Nisaka's shoulders and chest, pressing warm palms against his ribs. ]
Mmhm. Only the best for my Princess.
[ He says that like it's going to be the cats name and.. honestly, it probably is. ]
[ nisaka can't even be surprised. kuroo is just the type of guy to name his pet "princess"; some days he still wonders how he ever fell in love with this ridiculous human being... probably because his ridiculousness just makes nisaka smile, which is what he does now, ducking his head a bit in a vain attempt to hide it.
he makes a soft, humming noise of acknowledgement before turning in his seat, finally sinking himself down to rest between the space of kuroo's spread legs, back to chest. he nestles there comfortably, despite all the hard muscles that make up kuroo's entire torso. tipping his head back, the crown of it rests comfortably over the bend of kuroo's shoulder. almost as if he were made to rest there.
lifting a hand, he lets the tip of a wet finger trace down the slope of his boyfriend's nose, ending on a light boop. ]
[ Kuroo can't help but be delighted at the sight of Nisaka smiling, and even more so at the fact that he barely has to try anymore, that encouraging those once so rare sights from Nisaka now comes almost naturally to him. There was a time where Kuroo saw it as a challenge, back when Nisaka tried his damnedness to reel in his reactions and only let slip mere glimpses of the truth he was capable of, but now Kuroo likes to think that Nisaka has come to terms with liking him enough to show him a little more without too much effort on the older man's end.
It's still cute, though, when he tries to hide it and even when he bends to Kuroo's wishes and sits in the space made for him, like he's not doing it so he doesn't have to see Kuroo grin and refuse to shy away from showering that small smile with all of his attention. ]
Aah.. [ Kuroo groans, harmlessly snapping at Nisaka's finger with his teeth. ] Don't act cute when you're being mean. Princess is a fine name. Better than Duchess.
[ Kuroo's logic is steadfast at the best of times, but even smart guys need to have their dumb moments. This is Kuroo's, it seems. Satisfied in his reasoning, he winds his arms around Nisaka's body, locking hands at the folds of his elbows, and presses a kiss to a not yet damp shoulder. ]
Alright then.. What would you call her? If I gave you the honor of naming her.
[ it's funny how it's the little signs that has kuroo's heart beating so wildly. that something as simple as smiling tells the older man more about nisaka's feelings than the gesture of coming all the way into the city for him, guarding the secret close for almost two weeks just to keep it all a surprise from him. love is funny like that, he supposes. relationships are funny like that.
or maybe it's just them. either answer wouldn't surprise him. ]
What makes you so sure it'll be a her, anyway?
[ ah, but he should be nice and actually answer instead of spending ten minutes deflecting or trying to be contrary. so he hums, letting his head tip back just enough that it rests against a broad shoulder, idly tracing the lines along kuroo's ceiling. ]
Food names are always safe winners aren't they? Like... Mustard.
[ Kuroo lets out this squawking kind of sound that turns out to be a laugh, one of those laughs that comes as a surprise, bursting out of his chest and so much unlike the hissing laughter and low chuckles that usually escape him that for a second it's unclear where the noise is actually coming from. It's a rare sound, but becoming less and less rare around Nisaka, because it's raw and more genuine and Kuroo is sure there's something to be said there about their relationship and the level of trust and comfort and a myriad of other mushy things but.. honestly he's too busy laughing at the possibility of a cat called Mustard. ]
Who calls a cat Mustard? It'd have to be a shitbag cat, since Mustard is an acquired taste.
[ Kuroo has just about stopped laughing and when he does he dips his head, lips pressing against the roundest part of Nisaka's shoulder for just a second before; ] Shit, now I really wanna call it Mustard. Fuck you for this, my Princess dreams are ruined. I've had that name in my head for like five years. [ He blows a raspberry on the skin under his lips as retribution. ]
[ nisaka should have expected that kind of reaction. kuroo hardly ever does anything half-assed, after all, so this kind of explosive response is just par for the course with him. after the initial flinch, nisaka relaxes back against his boyfriend's chest, only letting out a faint hum of acknowledgment when his shoulder is suddenly blown on. that kind of reaction feels pretty typical, too. ]
At least it's a much more gender-neutral name. You'll thank me later.
[ his own brand of retaliation comes much quieter, in the form of a dropped hand tickling a trail up the underside of the larger male's thigh. ]
[ He's about to say something about the gender of the cat not really mattering all that much since he's definitely not intending to stop at just one cat, but Nisaka's hand tickling his thigh distracts him thoroughly enough that the comment dies on his tongue only to be replaced by a second squawking sound, but this time more in surprise than in mirth. His leg flails and his muscles twitch like they can't decide whether to pull him closer or push him away. ]
Nisaka. [ He chastises with this almost mock parental tone in his voice, his hand slipping down and through the water to try and grab at Nisaka's wrist or at least smack it away from Kuroo's thighs. It's not that he's ticklish, it's just that he's particularly sensitive. That and he's trying to keep things PG, at least for now. ] Watch your hands. We can't get dirty before we get clean.
[ God, he's so cheesy, why does Nisaka stick around with him. ]
[ why indeed... a question nisaka himself would muse aloud, but only if kuroo were to voice it first himself, because who can resist an opening like that? similarly, he isn't even bothering to fight back the half-smug, half-impish smile twisting up his lips, fingers no longer tickling, but instead settling firmly around the thigh, where his hand refuses to budge despite the swatting. at least he isn't purposefully trying to wiggle his fingers this time... ]
I think it's a little too late for that, [ comes his dry remark. the day's events were not quite so long ago, after all. kuroo isn't the only one left sensitive, but it's a pleasant buzz that lingers along nisaka's skin, idle and warm. ]
[ Nisaka has a point. Kuroo is suddenly assaulted with a flood of recognition so vibrant its almost tactile and a shiver runs down his spine that's nothing to do with the temperature of the water or the easing of his muscles.. and everything to do with that hand firming on his thigh and the dull burn of the aggravated scratch lines cross-hatching his back. ]
Yeah, okay. Dirtier, then. [ He rephrases, but without any of his previous faux-chastising this time.
Instead, to distract from that horribly addictive and incredibly tempting feeling Kuroo leans down to press a soft-lipped kiss against the sliver of skin between the hair at the base of Nisaka's neck and the start of his jawline, pillowy and sweet. His hands move up through the water, reaching for a soap bottle and resolutely starting exactly what they came here to do. ]
You're distracting. [ He murmurs against pale skin while he lathers his hands in front of his boyfriend, his biceps pressed flush with both of Nisaka's shoulders in an accidentally kind of possessive pose. ] I dunno how I'm gonna get anything done when we're together all the time.
[ A pause, then a laugh. He doesn't need to explain the double entendre, Nisaka is probably already rolling his eyes. ]
[ maybe nisaka should have a little more mercy. a nice boyfriend would ease off, maybe, but then again their situation is a little special, isn't it? all this time spent apart... isn't he the one always going on about making up for lost time?
not that nisaka truly thinks kuroo is complaining. he recognizes the sincerity beneath the teasing tones every time he brings up being together more consecutively. living in the same zip code, for once. for all of nisaka's own teasing, the nervous anticipation is just as real. ]
The only thing you should worrying about getting done, [ he intones quietly, tipping his head to the side just enough to bare more of that pale column, though his eyes roll heavenward as if in thought, ] is me.
[ a pause, a purse of his lips before another faint smile. another playful squeeze of that muscled thigh. ]
That's what I should be saying after an opening like that, right?
[ Nisaka is going to kill him one day, he's sure of it. Just that slight shift of his head, stretching slowly like he's a lounging mouse and Kuroo a coiled snake, is enough to have him thanking whatever impossibility blessed him with their first meeting, their continued relationship, all of it. ]
[ Kuroo makes this weak kind of sighing sound, almost a whimper but much too rough to be called such, as he gives in and trails his mouth right up Nisaka's pulse line. ] You're the worst- [ His sudsy hands are left to waste as he brings them forward, against Nisaka's chest, fingers honing in to a familiar position on his nipples. ] -The worst. I'm trying to be good and give you time to relax, but you're teasing me and you know full well I can't resist.. [ His mouth is on Nisaka's ear now, teeth catching the lobe and biting down. It really is just too tempting to be this close. ]
I should be able to say something like-- like I'm making you wait till then. Or that if you're gonna be mean to me I'm gonna be mean back but.. shit, you're too much sometimes. [ He'll spare a second to think that really his reaction is pretty ridiculous since it's not exactly a long time since they last banged but.. a second is over pretty soon and then the hard pink of Nisaka's chest gets distracting. ]
[ nisaka can hardly imagine it's only been a little more than a year ago that he had been (frankly) something of a prude in regards to all this. admittedly, he had a number of issues and hang-ups regarding his sexuality in general, so it still surprises him sometimes just to see how far he's come along. whether kuroo had unleashed his inner depravity, or his attitudes and proclivities had managed to rub off on the younger man (among other things, heh) — whatever the reason, nisaka's certain the him of two years ago would not have been nearly so eager for the attention being paid currently to his chest.
he draws in a sharp breath in anticipation, biting on his lower lip. his body tenses once contact is made, and he leans languidly back into the other's broad chest with a soft sigh of content. maybe if he weren't so starved for kuroo all the time, he might afford a little more shame and embarrassment... ]
[ The sharp breath Nisaka sucks in encourages a similar reaction from Kuroo, because all those little reactions send blood pooling straight between his legs with none of the self-control he might have shown before he met Nisaka. It's a good thing he's never tried to get Kuroo going before practice or a dinner with his Grandma or something, a morbid part of Kuroo's mind considers suddenly, because there's very little he'd be able to do to resist, Nisaka really does get to him that easy.
His fingers pinch a little, rolling Nisaka's nipples between two fingers while Kuroo buries his nose in the hair behind his ear, pressing soft kisses to whatever skin he can find between speaking. ]
Even if you stopped, it wouldn't make a difference. You don't even have to do anything to turn me on, you just.. [ Kuroo slides a hand down then, down Nisaka's chest, his stomach, the fold of his hips and down his outer thigh as long as his arms will reach, and groans lowly as if that's enough of a description. It's a new feeling, being able to languidly touch Nisaka in this position. There have been times where they've been soft and slow, but it's never so... on show, like it is right now. And hey, they've never done it in the bath before. ]
Like watching you standing in the doorway earlier.. before you started taking off your clothes I wanted to drag you in here and fuck you over the edge of the tub.
[ his head tips forward to watch the slow, languid descent of kuroo's hand, biting back a curse when it rather blatantly trails past where he aches the most for him. after the wild day they'd had today, one would think he'd had enough... but after going so long without, nisaka is positive he can never truly meet that limit.
shamelessly, he shifts in his position, letting his thighs rub together his lower back brush up right against his boyfriend. by now, the sudsy water has grown tepid enough that there is only a milky haze making them decent.
not that they're all that concerned with decency right now. ]
You're not tired...? [ it's a last ditch attempt to be considerate. even as his breathing grows labored, body lighting up with heat all over. ] You still can.
[ That low voice Nisaka uses, the one Kuroo is almost entirely convinced he purposefully puts on, when he's saying things he knows will go straight to Kuroo's dick, has an instant and ridiculous effect on Kuroo. He shudders every time, like Nisaka's words are globs of honey dripping down his spine, and immediately he's tempted to forego all teasing and cease drawing out the pleasure in favour of fucking Nisaka as hard and fast as he can. This outcome in particular is mostly why Kuroo is sure Nisaka does it on purpose.
As it is, Kuroo's hands twitch - one still playing with an almost red nipple, the other sitting patiently on his outer thigh - and for a moment it's like they're about to move and take Nisaka by the shoulders to bring him back down onto Kuroo's half hard dick.. but somehow he manages to resist, although he does so through a hiss and through a bit back lower lip.
Instead both hands come to Nisaka's inner thighs, fingers pushing against soft skin so he can spread Nisaka's legs apart and keep them there with his own feet hooked around his ankles. ]
I said it already, didn't I? [ Kuroo murmurs, trailing the fingers of both hands down to Nisaka's knees, then back down, following and pressing into the line of purpling bite marks he'd left there only a few hours previously. ] You know I can't resist you.
[ Finally his hands find where Nisaka wants them most, cupping him between his legs, taking his cock in a loose fist while Kuroo kisses lasciviously at Nisaka's lower ear. ]
The only one who needs to worry about being tired is you. I've been nice to you so far today, now I think I'll let you show me how bad you want me.
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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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when kuroo touches his ankle, he twitches slightly, and has to fight off the urge to draw his foot away. kuroo's response isn't the one he'd been wanting to hear, despite having already heard that particular sentiment many times before, before he himself had gotten brave enough to say it outloud. it's strange to feel rebuked, when he knows that's the opposite of what the older man intends to do. ]
What makes you think I'm plotting something?
[ his expression is perfectly calm, perfectly neutral. storm-blue eyes remain steady on kuroo himself, obscured only slightly by wisps of soft, dark hair. ]
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[ It's kind of funny he'd phrase it like that when the bathtub is barely big enough for Kuroo's gangling limbs, let alone for them both to sit in, but it says something about Kuroo's weird perception of the situation. He wants his hands on his boyfriend, wants to touch him and enjoy being here with him, constantly. The distance between them now could be half what it is and it'd still feel like a mile. Just like the distance between their homes. Kuroo tries to tell himself he'd be happy with seeing Nisaka every evening or every morning before each of their daily duties, but he knows damn well he won't be truly content till he's sharing every part of his life with Nisaka, till he's the one he's coming home to after practice and the one he's waking up in a morning with kisses before heading out.
He tilts his head, hand coming up out of the water just a bit when it ventures a little further, fingers dancing across Nisaka's knee. ]
That's why I can't wait for the day when the only goodbyes we'll have are in the morning before classes or work or whatever. [ He goes quiet for a moment, then he lets out a small breath of laughter. ] Then I'll know what you're thinking even before you do.
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that said...
just because people aren't missing pieces of each other, doesn't mean they aren't broken. it doesn't mean that they can't, together, find the tools and the strength to mend those shattered pieces back together, or fill the gaps in with something new and whole and stable. nisaka fancies himself a realist, but there are definitely times when he's with kuroo that he has to stop and wonder about the things he thought were real at all. ]
...Don't be so modest. Sometimes I think you already do.
[ the future isn't something they touch on much. nothing really further than a week's time, because the future indicates so much more than either of them have ever said out loud to each other. no matter how tightly they hold each other's hand right now.
slowly, he rises and rocks onto his knees. in the small space of the tub, the simple gesture easily closes the gap between them, so that his knees plant themselves mere centimeters from where kuroo is seated. his free hand cups some soapy water that he lifts up and carefully tips over one of kuroo's broad shoulders, watching the droplets travel down his skin. in a few hours' time, they'll have to say goodbye again. a part of him already misses kuroo's warmth. ]
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He watches Nisaka's hand bring the water up, careful, watches as it tumbles across his skin.. it had been exactly what he'd wanted to do to Nisaka when he'd first suggested a bath, so it's almost amusing to watch his stoic boyfriend instinctively do it to him first. He never stops smiling, even when his hands slide up Nisaka's outer thighs, resting just before the fold of his body, and Kuroo settles his back against the curve of the tub. ]
What kind of place should we get? A mansion? A penthouse?
[ He's teasing, but it's soft, like there's something real in there too amidst all the hazing. ]
Oh, wherever we go we'll have to make sure they allow pets. I want a cat.
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Anything too large would make you lonely, [ he counters. ] What happens if I'm in one wing, and you're in the other?
[ not to say that he wouldn't find the distance counter-productive either, but it's easier to poke and prod and kuroo when he puts himself on display like this. he takes to wetting the man's other shoulder. ]
Will you put a little bell on it?
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[ Kuroo makes this face like he's been caught out, because Nisaka is exactly right; Kuroo has lived in small apartments and compact houses his entire life, has been surrounded by company his entire life, has grown kind of fond of having people to talk to to the point where even this tiny student apartment seems too large and gaping for one man not to go insane in, sometimes.. So anything larger, anywhere he could lose Nisaka's scent or not walk a few feet and be able to touch him or look at him.. wouldn't be a place he'd be content enough to live in.
Nisaka knowing and acknowledging that fact, though, is kind of nice. Kuroo smiles, lifting his hands up to drip beads of water across Nisaka's shoulders and chest, pressing warm palms against his ribs. ]
Mmhm. Only the best for my Princess.
[ He says that like it's going to be the cats name and.. honestly, it probably is. ]
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he makes a soft, humming noise of acknowledgement before turning in his seat, finally sinking himself down to rest between the space of kuroo's spread legs, back to chest. he nestles there comfortably, despite all the hard muscles that make up kuroo's entire torso. tipping his head back, the crown of it rests comfortably over the bend of kuroo's shoulder. almost as if he were made to rest there.
lifting a hand, he lets the tip of a wet finger trace down the slope of his boyfriend's nose, ending on a light boop. ]
Am I allowed to veto that name?
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It's still cute, though, when he tries to hide it and even when he bends to Kuroo's wishes and sits in the space made for him, like he's not doing it so he doesn't have to see Kuroo grin and refuse to shy away from showering that small smile with all of his attention. ]
Aah.. [ Kuroo groans, harmlessly snapping at Nisaka's finger with his teeth. ] Don't act cute when you're being mean. Princess is a fine name. Better than Duchess.
[ Kuroo's logic is steadfast at the best of times, but even smart guys need to have their dumb moments. This is Kuroo's, it seems. Satisfied in his reasoning, he winds his arms around Nisaka's body, locking hands at the folds of his elbows, and presses a kiss to a not yet damp shoulder. ]
Alright then.. What would you call her? If I gave you the honor of naming her.
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or maybe it's just them. either answer wouldn't surprise him. ]
What makes you so sure it'll be a her, anyway?
[ ah, but he should be nice and actually answer instead of spending ten minutes deflecting or trying to be contrary. so he hums, letting his head tip back just enough that it rests against a broad shoulder, idly tracing the lines along kuroo's ceiling. ]
Food names are always safe winners aren't they? Like... Mustard.
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Who calls a cat Mustard? It'd have to be a shitbag cat, since Mustard is an acquired taste.
[ Kuroo has just about stopped laughing and when he does he dips his head, lips pressing against the roundest part of Nisaka's shoulder for just a second before; ] Shit, now I really wanna call it Mustard. Fuck you for this, my Princess dreams are ruined. I've had that name in my head for like five years. [ He blows a raspberry on the skin under his lips as retribution. ]
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At least it's a much more gender-neutral name. You'll thank me later.
[ his own brand of retaliation comes much quieter, in the form of a dropped hand tickling a trail up the underside of the larger male's thigh. ]
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Nisaka. [ He chastises with this almost mock parental tone in his voice, his hand slipping down and through the water to try and grab at Nisaka's wrist or at least smack it away from Kuroo's thighs. It's not that he's ticklish, it's just that he's particularly sensitive. That and he's trying to keep things PG, at least for now. ] Watch your hands. We can't get dirty before we get clean.
[ God, he's so cheesy, why does Nisaka stick around with him. ]
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Yeah, okay. Dirtier, then. [ He rephrases, but without any of his previous faux-chastising this time.
Instead, to distract from that horribly addictive and incredibly tempting feeling Kuroo leans down to press a soft-lipped kiss against the sliver of skin between the hair at the base of Nisaka's neck and the start of his jawline, pillowy and sweet. His hands move up through the water, reaching for a soap bottle and resolutely starting exactly what they came here to do. ]
You're distracting. [ He murmurs against pale skin while he lathers his hands in front of his boyfriend, his biceps pressed flush with both of Nisaka's shoulders in an accidentally kind of possessive pose. ] I dunno how I'm gonna get anything done when we're together all the time.
[ A pause, then a laugh. He doesn't need to explain the double entendre, Nisaka is probably already rolling his eyes. ]
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[ Kuroo makes this weak kind of sighing sound, almost a whimper but much too rough to be called such, as he gives in and trails his mouth right up Nisaka's pulse line. ] You're the worst- [ His sudsy hands are left to waste as he brings them forward, against Nisaka's chest, fingers honing in to a familiar position on his nipples. ] -The worst. I'm trying to be good and give you time to relax, but you're teasing me and you know full well I can't resist.. [ His mouth is on Nisaka's ear now, teeth catching the lobe and biting down. It really is just too tempting to be this close. ]
I should be able to say something like-- like I'm making you wait till then. Or that if you're gonna be mean to me I'm gonna be mean back but.. shit, you're too much sometimes. [ He'll spare a second to think that really his reaction is pretty ridiculous since it's not exactly a long time since they last banged but.. a second is over pretty soon and then the hard pink of Nisaka's chest gets distracting. ]
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he draws in a sharp breath in anticipation, biting on his lower lip. his body tenses once contact is made, and he leans languidly back into the other's broad chest with a soft sigh of content. maybe if he weren't so starved for kuroo all the time, he might afford a little more shame and embarrassment... ]
I can always stop if you want.
[ it's almost a challenge. ]
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His fingers pinch a little, rolling Nisaka's nipples between two fingers while Kuroo buries his nose in the hair behind his ear, pressing soft kisses to whatever skin he can find between speaking. ]
Even if you stopped, it wouldn't make a difference. You don't even have to do anything to turn me on, you just.. [ Kuroo slides a hand down then, down Nisaka's chest, his stomach, the fold of his hips and down his outer thigh as long as his arms will reach, and groans lowly as if that's enough of a description. It's a new feeling, being able to languidly touch Nisaka in this position. There have been times where they've been soft and slow, but it's never so... on show, like it is right now. And hey, they've never done it in the bath before. ]
Like watching you standing in the doorway earlier.. before you started taking off your clothes I wanted to drag you in here and fuck you over the edge of the tub.
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shamelessly, he shifts in his position, letting his thighs rub together his lower back brush up right against his boyfriend. by now, the sudsy water has grown tepid enough that there is only a milky haze making them decent.
not that they're all that concerned with decency right now. ]
You're not tired...? [ it's a last ditch attempt to be considerate. even as his breathing grows labored, body lighting up with heat all over. ] You still can.
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As it is, Kuroo's hands twitch - one still playing with an almost red nipple, the other sitting patiently on his outer thigh - and for a moment it's like they're about to move and take Nisaka by the shoulders to bring him back down onto Kuroo's half hard dick.. but somehow he manages to resist, although he does so through a hiss and through a bit back lower lip.
Instead both hands come to Nisaka's inner thighs, fingers pushing against soft skin so he can spread Nisaka's legs apart and keep them there with his own feet hooked around his ankles. ]
I said it already, didn't I? [ Kuroo murmurs, trailing the fingers of both hands down to Nisaka's knees, then back down, following and pressing into the line of purpling bite marks he'd left there only a few hours previously. ] You know I can't resist you.
[ Finally his hands find where Nisaka wants them most, cupping him between his legs, taking his cock in a loose fist while Kuroo kisses lasciviously at Nisaka's lower ear. ]
The only one who needs to worry about being tired is you. I've been nice to you so far today, now I think I'll let you show me how bad you want me.
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