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Tsukishima was doomed. Hearts were falling. A lot of hearts were spilling from Tsukishima’s chest to pile up on the floor, and no one’s supposed to be able to see them. But, Kuroo could see them. He could see the piles of glass hearts cascading from Tsukishima like water, drowning out every sound in the room with the loud breaking sound of glass.

“Are you okay?” Kuroo called after Tsukishima as he turned to walk away. Run away. Hide.

Tsukishima remembered hearing about this from his parents before. That one day, his emotions would spill out and someone would be able to see it. Soul Mate. It’s something that’s become a thing of the past now, but few souls were still bound. In high school, Tsukishima became aware that he was one of the few when he experienced his first emotion crystallization. It was after a volleyball game some weeks ago when it happened. Something fell from his chest and crashed on the floor. A few more fell as he stared blankly at it, his heart weighing down heavily in his chest. The gym locker was loud, but all he could here was the sound of the glass until it disappeared into thin air. No one noticed.

Since then, it’d had continue, happening randomly every once in a while. Sometimes in small portions, sometimes a little crazier. But nothing like today. He wasn’t ready. Tsukishima needed more time to process.

“Hey.” Kuroo grabbed Tsukishima’s shoulder and stopped him. “You’re leaving a trail.”

Tsukishima turned around, looked Kuroo in the eye. “Why’d you come after me?”

Kuroo looked confused. “You were suffering. Why wouldn’t I?”

Tsukishima couldn’t find anything to fight back so he just crossed his arm and stood silently watching Kuroo, assessing him. This was the man the universe designed for him. This man was his Soul Mate.

The older man rubbed his neck and sighed. “Show me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Come on, Tsukki,” Kuroo reached out his hand. “Just show it me.”

Tsukishima frowned, but found that there shouldn’t be any harm in showing him his hand. He extended his hand to Kuroo, opening his palm to show the red marks on it. The older man took his hand and stared at it for a while before suddenly pulling him for a hug.

“What--”

“Shh.” Kuroo whispered into Tsukishima’s ears, getting his heart to pound furiously against his chest. He could feel his ears burning as Kuroo spoke again. “Just a few minutes.”

Tsukishima remained frozen in Kuroo’s arms, but felt the heaviness in his chest disappear. The harsh pounding of his heart calmed to a steady beat. The sound of the clinking glass was gone.

“I can’t believe I missed you 57 times,” Kuroo said, referring to the number of marks on Tsukishima’s palm. “Did you know it was me?” He tightened his hold on Tsukishima. “Did you not want it to be me?”

Tsukishima couldn’t find his voice. A lot of the time, Kuroo had been in the picture. Close enough for Tsukishima to see, but not near enough for Kuroo to notice him. But he didn’t know it was Kuroo until today. He wasn’t sure if he was just too wary of Kuroo’s presence.

“Did you not want it to be me?” Kuroo repeated, softer this time. The hurt was clear in his voice.

“No, I-I didn’t know,” Tsukishima stuttered.

“Oh…” Kuroo relaxed a bit. “Do you mind if it’s me?”

Tsukishima shook his head unconsciously before realizing and blushed when Kuroo’s face reddened. They stood shyly in front of each other like kids meeting for the first time. Tsukishima kept his eyes on the ground, watching as Kuroo made the first move, stepping closer. Tsukishima took Kuroo’s hand as it extended hesitantly toward him.

“Would you like to join me for dinner?”

Tsukishima glanced up, meeting Kuroo’s golden eyes. He didn’t know what he expected Kuroo to do, but he didn’t expect him to be this bashful. He studied as Kuroo bit on the inside of his mouth nervously waiting for Tsukishima to respond.

“Yeah, I would.”

The smile that meandered on Kuroo’s face made Tsukishima feel things, like all warm and fuzzy and…like he didn’t expect those feelings to come pouring out of him…literally. Warm and fuzzy hearts popping out of his chest before disappearing like bubbles. It only made Kuroo beam wider. Tsukishima was grateful that Kuroo wasn’t arrogant about it. He half expected the man to laugh and smugly hug him. Instead, Kuroo gestured to Tsukishima, wordlessly asking for permission to hold him. It was Tsukishima’s turn to bite the inside of his mouth as he nodded. The hug was unlike earlier. He felt like his body melted into Kuroo’s, the warm fuzziness pouring into Kuroo, who willingly welcomed it. Kuroo’s arms were wrapped gently around him, comforting hands on his back trying to appease the overwhelming outpour of emotions.

“It’s endless,” Tsukishima groaned into Kuroo’s shoulder, gripping his shirt to ease his growing anxiety.

“Yeah,” Kuroo agreed, making Tsukishima more anxious. The clinking glass were started to mix in with warm fuzziness. “But that’s because you’re holding back too much.” Kuroo pulled Tsukishima closer. “I’m here…” he whispered and planted a kiss on Tsukishima’s head, “so you can let it all out.”

Tsukishima felt warm where Kuroo kissed. He liked the feeling. He kinda hoped Kuroo would do it again. It made him feel at ease. It made him soft. He wanted Kuroo to do it again.

“Just like that,” Kuroo coaxed, planting another kiss on Tsukishima. “Just like that…”

Tsukishima’s face burned up, realizing that Kuroo could somehow understand what he was feeling. Like, if he wanted Kuroo to do anything to him, he’d know… How was he supposed to keep any feelings away from Kuroo? Tsukishima grew more embarrassed when Kuroo laughed and kissed him again. And again. And again.

“Want me to stop?” Kuroo asked after realizing that he may have teased Tsukishima too much.

Tsukishima shook his head and released his grip on his shirt to slowly place on Kuroo’s waist. “Mm-mm.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Kuroo. “Continue…”

Kuroo’s heart stalled, and just for a peep second, he felt a surge of electric from Kuroo. Just for a second, Tsukishima understood how happy Kuroo was. Tsukishima knew nothing about Kuroo, but how he wanted to get to know him.

“Tsukki,” Kuroo whispered, running his hand through Tsukishima’s hair as their heart beat steadily against each other. “We should get going…”

Kuroo was sitting on a brick wall with Tsukishima on his lap, still clinging tightly to him as their heart connected in their silent ways. “You should’ve wakened me up,” Tsukishima said when he realized he had fallen asleep. “What time is it?”

“Almost 11.”

Tsukishima looked at Kuroo, brushing his hair away from his face to look into those soft eyes. “Let’s go grab late dinner?” Tsukishima got off of Kuroo and pulled him up, holding his hands. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

Kuroo smiled. “Yeah.”

They walked back to Kuroo’s car, holding hands, talking about nothing and everything. They ended up getting drive thru instead of eating in.

“You wanna come to my place?” Kuroo asked as they ate at a park, looking up at the stars. “It’s close by.”

Tsukishima smacked Kuroo’s arm. “Is that what you ask on all first dates?”

Kuroo laughed. “But you’re my soul mate.” He nudged Tsukishima’s shoulder. “So? So?”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes and turn to Kuroo, shaking his head. He knew Kuroo was joking, though that’s not to say that he didn’t actually want it. So even though he wouldn’t go over to Kuroo’s tonight, or the next several nights, there was something he would do. Tsukishima grinned and dipped his head so quickly to peck Kuroo that the other man was left utterly confused by what just happened.

“Wait, I didn’t catch that,” Kuroo said, leaning closer to Tsukishima.

Tsukishima pecked Kuroo’s lips again, this time long enough to feel the electric sizzling. “Catch what?”

Kuroo grinned and pulled Tsukishima to him. “Do you do that on all first dates?”

“You’re my soul mate.”

On his third year of college, Kuroo Tetsurou never expected to encounter Tsukishima Kei again. The cheeky brat and his beautiful face that Kuroo didn’t realize how much he missed. Tsukki had never taken Kuroo seriously in his previous advances so Kuroo liking Tsukki was practically a secret, even though it was openly expressed on multiple occasions. Honestly, Kuroo was able to live with that as a third year high school student, especially when they lived 6 hours away from each other.

Kuroo knew that was all going to change here, in this room that they both now share.

The first few weeks were easy enough. They’d talked casually, catching up over lunch or dinner. Both Tsukki and Kuroo were really organized and clean so cleanliness was never really an issue.

Kuroo did notice that Tsukki was shyer in changing clothes. He never stripped in front of Kuroo, whereas Kuroo practically in his boxers most of the time. Tsukki also ate very little, just like back in high school. His portions were always ridiculously small that Kuroo can’t help but try to make him eat more when they ate together. Tsukki’s minimal consumption of food was probably the main cause of his fever, aside from stress and homesickness.

While they had two other roommates in the house, they were usually out so Kuroo was committed to taking care of Tsukki the whole time. In that time, Kuroo learned that Tsukki was a cuddler and a crybaby (a cute one) and liked being pampered. Tsukki also had a really weak stomach. Most of everything Kuroo fed him, he threw back out. It got so bad that Tsukki finally asked him to go get suppositories.

“Tsukki,” Kuroo gently shook Tsukki awake. “I went and got it…”

Tsukki barely had any strength to sit, let alone turn so Kuroo took the bullet pill from him.

“Um, sorry Tsukki…” Kuroo said as he helped Tsukki turn over and placed his hand on the waistline of his sweats. “I’ll do it.”

He could hear Tsukki mumbling resistance, reaching to weakly grab Kuroo’s hand. As much as he wanted to respect Tsukki’s wish, he couldn’t stand to just watch him hurt and struggle.

“Sorry, Tsukki.” Kuroo pulled Tsukki’s pants down, feeling his feeble attempts to stop him. “It’s ok, it’s ok,” Kuroo coaxed when Tsukki started crying. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he continued, planting a few kisses on Tsukki’s head. He waited until Tsukki calmed before continuing. Kuroo tried not to think about the smoothness of Tsukki’s backside or how the flesh feels when he spread the cheeks to find Tsukki’s entrance. He dipped the suppository with water before inserting it into Tsukki. “Relax a little, Tsukki.” One inch was the goal, but the suppository wasn’t going in as smoothly as intended and a little more force got Kuroo’s finger past the entrance just far enough to get a sound out of Tsukki, far enough to feel the inside of him, far enough to lose control, lose his cool and he wonder how the tightness would feel around his erection. Kuroo’s finger traveled just slightly deeper with his thoughts, body leaned close enough to trail his nose against the flesh, to take in the scent of Tsukishima Kei.

“No…Kuroo…” Tsukki’s whimper brought Kuroo back to his senses and he pulled his finger out, the sudden emptiness making Tsukki’s body tremble. Kuroo wiped his hands with a wet towel and fixed Tsukki’s pants back on, noticing a growing erection.

“Sorry, Tsukki,” Kuroo apologized as he leaned over to kiss Tsukki’s temple, getting a small nod from the younger man.

Kuroo wouldn’t say that they both forgot the night, but they never brought it back up. Every now and then, Kuroo would still think back to it and seek relief with cold showers. They were roommates and they tried to keep it at that.

The atmosphere between them must have started changing when they got a new housemate. She was a drinker, a party animal. She’s out of the house most of the time, but every weekend, she’d make it back to the house with someone to hook up with. Even with her room at the opposite end of the house, they’d hear her sometimes.

Kuroo’d be lying if he said that she hadn’t tried her luck with him. He’d manage to peel her off of him before she went down on him. That was several nights ago. Another night that his body remembered the feel of Tsukki’s body at his fingertips. She’d walked in on him and casually got between his legs.

“Wanna drink?” Tsukki asked suddenly after having attempted multiple times to resume his homework.

“Uh, sure.”

Tsukki went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of vodka.

“You’re not playing around at all, aren’t ya?” Kuroo laughed when Tsukki handed him a shot as they took a seat on the floor, their backs against Kuroo’s bed. Tsukki took several shots without responding. After his 4th shot, Kuroo stopped Tsukki. “I know we’re at home, but don’t overdo it.” Tsukki showed little resistance. He let Kuroo take the shot glass away. “Good boy.”

“Kuroo?” Tsukki started, gazing at Kuroo with his glassy eyes.

“Hm?”

Tsukki didn’t say anything as he lay down and rested his head on Kuroo’s lap. The sudden action made Kuroo’s stomach knot. He wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared for Tsukki to watch him. But it was a good thing that Tsukki was having a hard time focusing with the alcohol.

“Why didn’t you let her do it to you?” Tsukki asked. He lifted his hand to Kuroo’s face, getting him to look down and meet Tsukki’s eyes. “The other day.”

Kuroo chuckled lightly. “She’s not someone I want.” He ran a hand through Tsukki’s hair. “Did she go down on you?” Tsukki shook his head. “Did you want her to?”

Tsukki giggled at the question, but shook his head. He dragged his hand from Kuroo’s cheek down his neck to his chest. “I’m glad you didn’t let her.” His finger circled around Kuroo’s nipple through his t-shirt. “I hope you won’t let her.”

Kuroo knew Tsukki was drunk, that he wasn’t in his right mind, but his actions were inviting Kuroo to do things, his words were suggesting something that Kuroo didn’t think was possible. And maybe Kuroo was falling for those signs because he himself was drunk. Maybe he just wanted what Tsukki was saying to be what he hoped.

“Do you like me, Tsukki?” Kuroo dipped his head down so that his nose was touching Tsukki’s. “Do you like me more than a friend?”

“I don’t know.” Tsukki pulled Kuroo for a chaste kiss. “Maybe.” Their lips met again. And again. Soft, shy kisses.

“I do,” Kuroo breathed against Tsukki’s lips.

Tsukki giggled again. “I don’t believe you.”

Kuroo smiled and kissed him again. This time, he parted Tsukki’s lips with his, easing his tongue in to taste him. He could feel Tsukki smiling against him as their tongues danced.

“Believe me now?” Kuroo asked when their lips parted. Tsukki shook his head and sat up to climb on Kuroo’s lap for deeper kisses. The younger man was completely at the mercy of his desires and Kuroo was perfectly fine with that. How long had he waited for this moment? His head lolled when he felt Tsukki rub against. God. How long had he fantasized about this moment?

“You’re hard,” Tsukki breathed.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Tsukki’s hand was on Kuroo’s waistband, sliding it down until Kuroo was in his grasp. His fingers were gentle but nimble, and he had Kuroo completely under his spell, working his magic until Kuroo’s heart exploded.

The night would’ve continued, but the alcohol got to Tsukki before Kuroo did. Kuroo scooped Tsukki up to him, putting his arms around his neck so he can lift Tsukki off the floor. He carried Tsukki to his bed, changing his stained clothes, and lay in bed next to him, watching him.

In the morning, Kuroo could sense the shyness of Tsukki filling the room. He didn’t remember the last part of the night, but did remember them making out. Blushing, he’d asked for a kiss from Kuroo. Chaste pecks and a bit of skinship. Tsukki wasn’t ready for more and Kuroo was a patient man.

“Do you want to…?” Tsukki asked one night while watching a make out scene on Netflix. They finally had the house all to themselves for a week.

“Want to?” Kuroo repeated before sucking on Tsukki’s bottom lip. “Tonight?” He hovered over Tsukki on the living room couch. “Right here?”

Tsukki shook his head and wrapped his legs around Kuroo’s waist. “In my bed.”

Kuroo carried Tsukki to their room and drank in the sight of him undressing. Tsukki turned to face Kuroo with his clothes puddle on the floor, his erection as hard as Kuroo’s.

“What do you want to do?” he asked Kuroo, body glowing pink in embarrassment. There were really no words to answer that question. Kuroo walked to Tsukki and laid him on the bed to kiss him, his lips, his chin, his neck, his chest, his stomach, his thighs. “Kuroo,” Tsukki moaned when Kuroo took in his full length after having laved his whole body with kisses.

“You okay?” Kuroo breathed when the tears streamed down Tsukki’s cheeks. Tsukki gave a soft nod and guided Kuroo’s hand to his entrance. That was his way of saying that he was ready this time. He welcomed Kuroo inside him. It was okay.

The wetness dripping down to his entrance made it easy for Kuroo’s finger to slide in. He went ventured deeper, watching Tsukki squirm beneath him. Each moan that escaped his Tsukki’s mouth dampened Kuroo’s control a bit until he was throbbing so hard it hurt.

Tsukki reached up to Kuroo to kiss him as he took Kuroo’s hardness to his entrance. Finally. They both shuddered. Finally.

“Good morning, lovely,” Kuroo greeted when Tsukki opened his eyes.

No one really knows this, but Tsukki has a tongue piercing. Kuroo only saw a glimpse of it because he’s a provocation expert and has mastered the art of luring out the childish side of the younger man enough to make him stick out his tongue at him. It was a quick glimpse and from a distance, that is why Kuroo is on a mission to confirm the existence of the dark silver in Tsukki’s mouth.

“Hey Gorgeous,” Kuroo croons as soon as Tsukki walks into the locker. He watches as Tsukki rolls his eyes and walk past him. That’s probably the tenth time today he’s rolled his eyes. Kuroo doesn’t really blame him though. He’s been making comments all day at the younger man, trying to irk him enough to get another glimpse at the dark silver. Kuroo swears it’s dark silver. Akaashi says it might just be saliva.

“What,” Tsukki responds without looking at Kuroo. A grin pulls at Kuroo’s lips. Tsukki’s not as cheeky as he could have been, so Kuroo’s noting it as a good sign. Proceed with mission.

Kuroo walks over to Tsukki’s locker, leans his shoulder against the metal, and points at his mouth. “When’d you get it?”

Tsukki throws a quick glance at Kuroo, eyes on the finger pointing toward Kuroo’s tongue. He closes his locker and turns away from Kuroo. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kuroo grins at the challenge and pushes himself off the locker to follow the younger man to the showers. “That’s what you’d say when you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“So what of it?” Tsukki comments briefly before turning the water on the sink to wash his face. Kuroo watches him the whole time…maybe a little too intimately. His eyes follow the water running down Tsukki’s partially parted, rather plump, lips down to his chin. “What are you doing?”

Kuroo realizes that his finger is on Tsukki’s bottom lip. Unconsciously, he had reached out to touch it. “Trying to figure out why you got a tongue ring.” Tsukki stares up at Kuroo, holding his gaze as the water continues running. “Let me see it.” Tsukki doesn’t do anything as Kuroo drags his bottom lip down to reveal his teeth. Kuroo wonders what is going through the younger man’s head as he parts his teeth. It was unlike him to be so quiet, so docile.

Before Kuroo can see Tsukki’s tongue, the locker door swings open and a couple of men walk in. Tsukki turns off the water, pulling away from Kuroo’s touch. Kuroo doesn’t pursue him as he enters the shower stall. What was that all about? It seems like Tsukki was going to let him see. But that was so easy. Too easy, wasn’t it? So he could’ve just asked instead of going around annoying the hell out of him?

“Why are you still here?” Tsukki asks from behind the curtain.

“I don’t know…” Kuroo responds, walking closer to the stall. He leans against the wall and stares at the curtain as though he can see through it to Tsukki. “I guess because we aren’t quite done yet.”

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” Tsukki grumbles.

“You don’t know when to give in,” Kuroo retorts. “I just need confirmation.”

“Why?”

Kuroo thinks about it. He doesn’t know. Is it to satisfy his curiosity? What is he going to do with the knowledge? He isn’t going to tell anyone. “I guess I just want to know.” Yeah. That’s what it is. “A confirmation opens up a door that’ll show a completely different side of you.”

Behind the curtain, Kuroo can hear Tsukki turning on the water.  “Maybe I don’t want to open that door for you...”

“Now that’s a contradictory statement,” Kuroo chuckles and pushes himself off the wall to stand right in front of the curtain. He can see Tsukki’s feet. It is facing the curtain as well. Something rattles in his heart. Is it his curiosity again? Maybe. Kuroo reaches to touch the curtain. It’s not that he’s been just simply curious. Tsukki’s feet back away as Kuroo steps forward, hands moving toward the edge of the curtain. He’s been interested in Tsukki all these time.

Kuroo can’t turn away from Tsukki’s naked body as he listens to the sound of the water splattering on the floor. Tsukki doesn’t turn away either, letting Kuroo imprint his body in his mind.

“It is…” Tsukki says before pulling Kuroo for an open mouth kiss, grinning when their tongues locked. Kuroo hums approvingly, lips curving into a smile when his tongue swirls over the barbell. Before he can taste more of Tsukki, he is pushed away. Tsukki has a smile on his face as he bites down on his bottom lip. He averts his gaze away from Kuroo shyly. “Now you know…”

“Yeah…” Kuroo is dumbfounded. He reaches to touch Tsukki, but is stopped. Cooled from the heat of the moment, he can see that Tsukki is embarrassed with his body and heart naked in front of Kuroo. That kind of vulnerability makes him feel things. He reaches to turn off the water that’s gone cold, caging Tsukki between his arms. “I’d like to know more.” He leans down and kisses Tsukki’s forehead.

Kuroo walks out of the stall and waits behind the wall. The water is turned on again and he can hear Tsukki groaning. He is embarrassed. He is rattled. He is happy.

Every Saturday, Tsukishima wakes up to three things: bruises on his thighs, red marks on his chest, and soft kisses on his neck. He loves Saturdays.

Half a year ago, Tsukishima would have never thought Saturdays would come to be what it is now. It wasn’t that he hated Saturdays. Though considered a recovery day, the particular day just didn’t stand out anymore than the other days. Then, Kuroo Tetsurou came back into his life.

The last time Tsukishima saw Kuroo was back in high school. He’s always had fond memories of the older man, even after he graduated. Tsukishima learned a lot from him. To most, Tsukishima respected Kuroo for his volleyball skills and appreciated him for teaching him those skills. Then, there’s Akaashi and Yamaguchi who saw something else. More than respect and appreciation, Tsukishima Kei was in love with Kuroo Tetsurou. Having never fallen in love before, Tsukishima didn’t realize it himself at first. Kuroo’s absence became prominent. It was like the sky, spreading everywhere Tsukishima looked. He knew then that his feelings for Kuroo were more than just respect and appreciation.

A fateful day or maybe it’s better to say an Akaashi-orchestrated day, Tsukishima met Kuroo again. Unlike the dimly lit bar, his resurfacing high school feelings blazed like an uncontainable wildfire. He blames the alcohol for fueling the flame. He blames Akaashi for everything else.

It’s hard for Tsukishima to remember the details of the night, but two major things happened: he kissed Kuroo, and Kuroo went down on him that night.

“G’morning.” Kuroo rolls on top of Tsukishima and caresses his face, looking at him intimately before planting a kiss on his eyelid. This man does this every morning, gazing into Tsukishima’s eyes as though there’s a whole universe in them, as though he’s oblivious to the whole world. Tsukishima doesn’t mind though. Looking at this man, he too finds himself oblivious to the whole world around them. Tsukishima hums and runs his hands up Kuroo’s bare chest, feeling the nubs perk between his fingers. He pulls Kuroo to him so they’re skin to skin, smiling against his neck. He loves Kuroo’s scent.

“Morning,” Tsukishima says and averts from Kuroo’s gaze when the man pulls away to look at him.

Tsukishima can feel Kuroo’s gaze lingering on him as he spoke, “A little shy this morning?” Kuroo leans down to kiss his jaw. “What’re you thinking about?” He parts his lips lick a long swathe of his neck. “Last night?”

Last night. Tsukishima smiles at the thought. They didn’t drink too much, but Kuroo was rather…passionate last night. Tsukishima didn’t know oblivion until last night. He can’t say he fully remembers what happened…only that he felt really good. And when he says ‘really good’, he means ‘fucking out-of-this world’ good. It was unbearably good that he thought he’d die from such greatness.

“Don’t remember last night?” Kuroo asks when Tsukishima still doesn’t respond. He takes Tsukishima’s hands and cuffs them above his head. Tsukishima finally looks up at him, the shyness glowing around his cheeks as he remembers bits and pieces of last night. “Shall I…” Kuroo mouths one of Tsukishima’s perked buds, “help you remember?” The vibration and wetness sends a chill across Tsukishima’s body and a moan escapes his mouth.

Kuroo chuckles and wedges himself between Tsukishima’s legs, dragging his hands languidly down his thighs before pulling his hips to Kuroo’s lap. Tsukishima tilts his hips to Kuroo invitingly. Kuroo accepts the invite with a deep roll of his hips, the friction created by the thin fabrics of their boxer briefs causing an intense wave of pleasure to jolt through their bodies.

Tsukishima’s memories of last night mixes with the present as Kuroo trail his hot breath and tender kisses down his chest to his bruised thighs. He wants Kuroo to go down on him like he did last night, if not better. He wants Kuroo to thrust into him as deep and hard as last night, if not deeper and harder. He wants Kuroo to kiss him as passionately, he wants Kuroo to hold him as tightly, and he wants Kuroo to want him as desperately.

“Kei,” Kuroo grunts as he picks up the rhythm. Tsukishima opens his eyes and gazes into Kuroo’s gold ones, realizing that he’s been screaming everything out loud just as he did last night. Kuroo is gazing at him with such profound softness and his face is so filled with bliss and he looks so happy.

It’s not like Tsukishima has never seen Kuroo happy before, but the look on his face is a kind of happy that Tsukishima recognizes as a different kind of happy. Like a special kind of happy that only happens when you’re filled with so many emotions, so very many different shade of happy.

He told Kuroo he loved him last night. He just couldn’t remember if it was part of his dream or if he really told Kuroo. But looking at Kuroo now, he knows he told Kuroo. In the same way Tsukishima recognized the happiness on Kuroo’s face, Kuroo recognized that Tsukishima’s ‘I love you’ wasn’t the usual uttering in moments of pleasure, or great sex. It was an ‘I love you’ that Tsukishima hid deep in his heart. The ‘I love you’ that he never voiced, but always kept and thought about. Tsukishima Kei met Kuroo Tetsurou and unavoidably found him special. So he grew to love him.

Tsukishima’s heart bursts with sentiment for the man he loves so much. “Kuroo…” Tsukishima breathes as he pulls Kuroo to him again. “I love you.”

Kuroo caresses his face and kisses him tenderly. “I love you too,” he whispers before fucking Tsukishima to Oblivion, driving him to a senseless state as he fills him up, pushing him over the edge screaming, crying, gasping, and moaning for more and more.

When Tsukishima wakes up, Kuroo is holding his hand and gazing at him. “Good morning,” Tsukishima says, smiling shyly.

“Good morning.”