#kuroosuga

“If we get caught,” Kuroo breathes, “I’m - mm - blaming you.”

Suga giggles, which sounds partially like windchimes and fairies or whatever and partially like impending doom, if impending doom were muffled against the skin of Kuroo’s neck. Suga has to stand on his tiptoes to reach, and Kuroo’s bending down a little, but that doesn’t stop him from nibbling and sucking along Kuroo’s neck, drawing out surprised noises and groans as Kuroo gets worked up under his attentions. Finally, Kuroo’s frustrated enough to growl and claim Suga’s lips, kissing him hard. When he draws back, they’re both panting.

Making out in an empty storage closet like some shitty Harry Potter fanfiction. “Makes me feel young again,” Kuroo says aloud, hands sliding down Suga’s chest, hips, lower.

Suga snorts and thumps Kuroo’s shoulder hard enough to make him oof. “You’re eighteen.”

“I’m an old soul,” Kuroo is beginning to argue when Suga plants his hands on Kuroo’s shoulders and hops up lightly. On instinct, Kuroo catches him, and then they’re still for a moment before Kuroo grins down at him and takes two steps to the wall. Suga’s laughing lightly with exhilaration as his back hits the side of the closet, and even in the dim light, Kuroo can see the amused glint in his eyes.

Suga loops his arms around Kuroo’s neck, helping to hold himself up. Kuroo kisses him in earnest now - hands sliding up his t-shirt, tongue pressing in against his, Suga’s fingers wound tight and gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. When Suga shifts against him, Kuroo sucks in a shuddery breath, hips stuttering-

With a sudden creak, light from the doorway falls onto the pair of them. Kuroo freezes.

“Well, this is a surprise,” says Akaashi, so dry their voice practically crackles.

“What’s going on in there?” comes Daichi’s voice from somewhere nearby.

“There’s some bugs having sex on the floor,” says Akaashi. “I’ll get the broom later, it’s pretty disgusting.”

The door swings shut. One heartbeat passes, and then Suga is laughing, silently but so hard he’s shaking against Kuroo’s front. Kuroo slides down to the floor, groaning into his shoulder, and Suga laughs harder.

“It was Suga’s fault,” Kuroo later mutters to Bokuto, who is practically losing his shit every time he looks at him.