[It takes some maneuvering. The bed wasn't built for two people, especially one pushing 195 cm. When Tsukki finally gets a comfortable position, he's lying on his side. Long legs pressing against Suga's. Awkward, but not bad.
For a minute, he just lies there. Absorbing this new arrangement. Then reaches to brush a strand of hair from Suga's cheek, tucking it behind his ear.]
[Such a light touch, and yet its tenderness sends pleasant ripples of warmth all the way to Suga's toes. His eyelids flutter but don't quite slip shut, and he catches Tsukki's hand to pull that long arm around him, encouraging rather than insistent.]
Do you ever just... go back over how all this happened in your mind and wonder how on earth we missed so much for so long?
Nah, definitely not modest, at least not these days. He's feeling pretty smug.
[His smile slowly slipping from his face and a new intensity sparking in his eyes, Suga reaches for Tsukki's glasses. If there's no objection, he'll carefully lift them off Tsukki's face, fold them, and set them on his bedside table, then pull himself up higher in the embrace so that they're nose to nose, forehead to forehead.
No funny business, he said, but he's sneaking closer with every moment.]
[There really was a lot of breaking today, and yet Suga feels perfectly at peace lying here with Tsukki. He can put the pieces together as many times as it takes, and he knows Tsukki will be there to do the same for him in his own quiet, steady way.]
Don't worry, I won't shout it from the bleachers at your games next year or anything. It's just for you. [Suga rests his hand over Tsukki's.] Sweetheart.
[The sound of Suga's given name on Tsukki's lips pulls him out of the warm, honeyed haze that's been taking hold of him since they laid down together and launches him into the dizzy excitement so easily stirred up in the early days of a relationship.]
Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course! [Sure enough, Suga's sappiness is through the roof now.] Could you say it once more...? It sounds so nice...
[It is one thing to know Sug - Koushi - is attractive. Bright and pretty, zipping from one interaction to another. This version is so different. He's flustered. Tripping over his own words. There's only one word for the state.
[Immediately, Suga wants to hide his face in his hands - but he doesn't want to pull away even a fraction of a millimeter from Tsukki, so he has no choice but to marinate in the moment and let his dear, dear boyfriend watch him squirm with embarrassed, agonized delight.]
Aaaaaaagh no, not my own medicine! How could you turn it on me like this??
[There's only one thing he can do, and that's distract Tsukki with another kiss. For whatever reason, he doesn't feel inclined to ask if he can use the name Kei, at least not yet... the fact that he was given permission for Tsukki, unlike all the people who just claimed the nickname away from him and Yamaguchi, feels intimate enough.]
Determined not to lose, Tsukki returns the kiss. Giving as good as he gets. With the bed so small, one of them's probably going to end up on top of the other...]
[While Suga meets Tsukki's escalation with equal eagerness, tongue sliding into his mouth and one hand winding into his hair, he just hasn't got enough of an aggressive streak to push back when Tsukki starts to move into his space. Bit by bit, Suga capitulates until he finally lands on his back with Tsukki's body looming over him.
The fact that Tsukki's on top of him barely registers, though, because he's much too lost in the hot, wet tangle of their tongues.]
God, he hopes they weren't making noise, were they making noise?! He pushes up. Trying to roll off Koushi without hitting the floor. His limbs are both too light and too heavy, instincts thrown sideways by the chemicals rushing around.]
[Suga's kiss-drunk when Tsukki looks down at him with that startled expression, his own eyes heavy-lidded and his lips still a bit wet, so it takes him an absurdly long time to realize what must have spooked Tsukki so badly.
Of course. His entire family's in the house right now. Kenzo's probably lost in his own world with his top of the line headphones ensuring that he won't be distracted, but his parents could be reading or finishing up bits of work they brought home. Even if they've got the TV on, he'd be able to hear it if the volume was loud enough to drown out noise from upstairs.]
Oh wow - [He scrubs a hand over his face, then grabs onto Tsukki's shoulders to help ease him into a better position.] - kinda lost track of... everything for a sec there.
[Suga's propped up on an elbow by the time Tsukki looks back at him, and something about seeing Tsukki's face so expressive without his glasses... well, he certainly understands how they lost control. It's not even like Tsukki's glasses hide his good looks, but his already lovely eyes really do take Suga's breath away all lit up as they are.
Now that they seem to be in the clear, all Suga can do is laugh.]
Well... we'd better take that as a lesson, huh? Nothing but quick kisses when we're low on privacy.
[The glasses are part of Tsukki's entirety, the same as clothes, shoes, headphones. Putting pieces aside is a vulnerability.
It's telling, that he's still leaving them off right now.
He fills his lungs. Realizing how ragged his breathing is. As air comes back in, a sudden thought occurs. Immediately spilling over, because he can't help it!]
[Being asked so frankly, without a hint of shame, startles a laugh out of Suga that his parents will definitely be able to hear downstairs. It's almost a bellow of laughter, from the very bottom of his gut.]
Yes. One hundred percent. I can't speak as someone who's actually into him, but... no, you know what, I think even if I was into him, you'd be able to change my mind.
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I'm pretty lucky. Even if I complain sometimes, I know there are way, way worse families out there.
[Then he wriggles his way around to lie down properly on the bed and turns to face Tsukki, patting the space in front of him.]
C'mere? No funny business, I promise. I just... want you close right now.
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[It takes some maneuvering. The bed wasn't built for two people, especially one pushing 195 cm. When Tsukki finally gets a comfortable position, he's lying on his side. Long legs pressing against Suga's. Awkward, but not bad.
For a minute, he just lies there. Absorbing this new arrangement. Then reaches to brush a strand of hair from Suga's cheek, tucking it behind his ear.]
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Do you ever just... go back over how all this happened in your mind and wonder how on earth we missed so much for so long?
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Not really.
Someone told me to give my past self a break, remember?
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Good advice. They sound like a really smart, caring, sexy person.
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You forgot modest.
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[His smile slowly slipping from his face and a new intensity sparking in his eyes, Suga reaches for Tsukki's glasses. If there's no objection, he'll carefully lift them off Tsukki's face, fold them, and set them on his bedside table, then pull himself up higher in the embrace so that they're nose to nose, forehead to forehead.
No funny business, he said, but he's sneaking closer with every moment.]
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Tsukki wonders if this is something you get used to, being treated like you're important. Or like you'll break.
Well.
There was a lot of breaking today.]
Hey, Suga?
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[There really was a lot of breaking today, and yet Suga feels perfectly at peace lying here with Tsukki. He can put the pieces together as many times as it takes, and he knows Tsukki will be there to do the same for him in his own quiet, steady way.]
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[Another piece coming into place.]
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Tsukki will probably be able to feel the heat rise in Suga's face. "Sweetheart" is his dad's pet name for his mom.]
Oh... yeah, well... I'm open to feedback if that doesn't work for you...?
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[He reaches out. Tracing the mole on Suga's cheek.]
So... I'm fine with it.
Not with other people. Just with you.
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Don't worry, I won't shout it from the bleachers at your games next year or anything. It's just for you. [Suga rests his hand over Tsukki's.] Sweetheart.
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Then Tsukki closes the distance between their mouths. It's getting easier, the kissing. Especially with Suga being such a sap. Or...]
Can I use 'Koushi'?
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Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course! [Sure enough, Suga's sappiness is through the roof now.] Could you say it once more...? It sounds so nice...
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[It is one thing to know Sug - Koushi - is attractive. Bright and pretty, zipping from one interaction to another. This version is so different. He's flustered. Tripping over his own words. There's only one word for the state.
Tsukki smirks.]
You're really cute, Koushi.
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Aaaaaaagh no, not my own medicine! How could you turn it on me like this??
[There's only one thing he can do, and that's distract Tsukki with another kiss. For whatever reason, he doesn't feel inclined to ask if he can use the name Kei, at least not yet... the fact that he was given permission for Tsukki, unlike all the people who just claimed the nickname away from him and Yamaguchi, feels intimate enough.]
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[Further snark is derailed.
Determined not to lose, Tsukki returns the kiss. Giving as good as he gets. With the bed so small, one of them's probably going to end up on top of the other...]
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The fact that Tsukki's on top of him barely registers, though, because he's much too lost in the hot, wet tangle of their tongues.]
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[All at once, Tsukki breaks the kiss. Eyes wide.
Koushi's parents are right downstairs.
God, he hopes they weren't making noise, were they making noise?! He pushes up. Trying to roll off Koushi without hitting the floor. His limbs are both too light and too heavy, instincts thrown sideways by the chemicals rushing around.]
Sorry - Geeze - Sorry.
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Of course. His entire family's in the house right now. Kenzo's probably lost in his own world with his top of the line headphones ensuring that he won't be distracted, but his parents could be reading or finishing up bits of work they brought home. Even if they've got the TV on, he'd be able to hear it if the volume was loud enough to drown out noise from upstairs.]
Oh wow - [He scrubs a hand over his face, then grabs onto Tsukki's shoulders to help ease him into a better position.] - kinda lost track of... everything for a sec there.
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It stays shut.
Slowly, his shoulders creep back down. He peeks over at Suga. Gold eyes wide from the shock. How could they both lose control like that?!]
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Now that they seem to be in the clear, all Suga can do is laugh.]
Well... we'd better take that as a lesson, huh? Nothing but quick kisses when we're low on privacy.
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[The glasses are part of Tsukki's entirety, the same as clothes, shoes, headphones. Putting pieces aside is a vulnerability.
It's telling, that he's still leaving them off right now.
He fills his lungs. Realizing how ragged his breathing is. As air comes back in, a sudden thought occurs. Immediately spilling over, because he can't help it!]
So... Better than Kuroo?
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Yes. One hundred percent. I can't speak as someone who's actually into him, but... no, you know what, I think even if I was into him, you'd be able to change my mind.
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