Tsukishima was to Bokuto's apartment before; nicely decorated with modern furniture. Nothing ostentatious but all new and stylish.
So when Bokuto opens the door, he's in an unbuttoned white shirt, the said underwear from earlier, hair down and dim light coming from the living room, illuminating both of them.
His eyes fall briefly at the flowers and he grins, instantly leaning in to kiss him and pull him inside.
"Someone's decided to be romantic tonight," he says against blond's lips.
He doesn't have to manage patience anymore. He can do whatever he pleases.
Bokuto's lips part happily to accommodate deeper, hungrier kiss, letting Kei push him up against the wall. His boyfriend is more of a show rather than tell when it comes to feelings and Bokuto has no complaints about it.
"Bring you- next time-" he gasps in between the kisses, but not pulling away and instead just continuing with the kiss.
That's week's worth attention Bokuto has stored up in him and is ready to smother Tsukki with it, whether he wanted it or no.
The disengage is met with a grunt and grumbles and whine of complaint, his hands reluctantly letting go of his boyfriend, but not before he steals one more short kiss.
"Mmm, the vase is in the living room," and even though he had let go, he still clings to his side, chin on Kei's shoulder as they make their way (very slowly because clinging) towards the living room.
Kei feels his ears go pink. Unfair. You'd think he'd get used to the teasing. Or the compliments. But after a year, it still seems like the floor's gone sideways.
"Yeah?"
Brilliant comeback. As always!
Also sorry for wait on all the tags I moved countries xD
Pink suits him, Bokuto thinks. It fits so nicely with Kei's blond hair and pale skin. He knows... he knows so well how dark marks and red stains from kisses and fingers decorate that pale skin.
He confidently walks over to him - not showing off or making ridiculous expressions. Just a wide, confident smile of a predator that has his most prized possession in front of his eyes. They gleam, even in dull light of the living room.
"Yeah, very sexy," Bokuto confirms, hands coming to rest on Kei's waist. "It makes me want to devour you right here. However, I'm a gentleman and can't treat my beloved like a savage on my first day back..." he leans in, "...unless that's what my beloved wants me to do."
!!! I figured from time zones we're in different countries anyway, YIKES! Hope it went well!
This is both an annoyance, and... something of a turn on. What with how Kotarou gets about that subject. Eloquent with his hands and mouth, as well as the words. Leaving the story on Kei's skin.
There's a shudder as Kotarou crowds in.
"I think you should show me exactly how much you missed me."
Net is scarce for now that's the only complaint. Comes and goes. Fingers crossed for something stabl
Bouton becomes surprisingly smart when it comes to leaving marks on Kei's body. Some are left visible so others know he is taken, others left in places only to be known to Kei himself- on thighs, hips, waist. His lower back or just underneath his asscheeks.
He's never heard a complaint before to stop, only that they sting and then getting revenge bites back. It's wonderful, Kei is wonderful and so delightfully responsive to everything he does to him.
"As you wish, my love" and with a surprising ease, Bokuto grabs back of Kei's thighs and lifts him off the ground. Bokuto's step doesn't waver, his hands are secure and firm and he doesn't stumble under sudden height and weight in his hands.
"I'll have you shout tonight how much you missed me," he promises in low, lust-filled voice.
Kei always maps the bruises out after. Presses against them, to feel the ghost of lips, teeth. They are proof. Cannot just be brushed aside with a snort. Like he's about to do at 'My love.'
Except then there's the heft. That promise
And what comes out is a choked "Please." Probably startling them both.
It is a perfect sound if you ask Bokuto, the one he craved to hear for days. It sends shivers crawling underneath the skin and he hastily makes way towards the bedroom.
The door is knocked open with his food and Kei tossed (gently, playfully) on the soft bed, crawling on top of him. He shrugs off the shirt that is already unbuttoned and leans back down to hungrily leaves a hickey on that beautiful, long neck.
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Fine
I'll be over in about 40.
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I'll see you in 40 💖
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He's not sure what to make of it.
Anyway.
That exact amount of time later, he's knocking on Kotarou's door. Holding a bag, and some flowers.
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So when Bokuto opens the door, he's in an unbuttoned white shirt, the said underwear from earlier, hair down and dim light coming from the living room, illuminating both of them.
His eyes fall briefly at the flowers and he grins, instantly leaning in to kiss him and pull him inside.
"Someone's decided to be romantic tonight," he says against blond's lips.
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Tsukki sinks into the kiss. Arms drifting around Bokuto's neck. He feels amazing. Smells amazing. It's funny, how much you can miss without realizing.
"The trip went okay?"
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It would seem he wasn't the only one at the end of their rope with patience.
"Mmm, missed you. A lot," he mumbles against Kei's lips. "Facetiming's not the same, not enough."
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It does not mean he enjoys the process.
"No kidding," he agrees. Crowding Kotarou into a corner. Leveraging the height difference into a deeper kiss.
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Bokuto's lips part happily to accommodate deeper, hungrier kiss, letting Kei push him up against the wall. His boyfriend is more of a show rather than tell when it comes to feelings and Bokuto has no complaints about it.
"Bring you- next time-" he gasps in between the kisses, but not pulling away and instead just continuing with the kiss.
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That's it.
That's as much banter as Kei can manage.
It comes with fingers winding into Kotarou's hair, though. Worth a few extra points.
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And long fingers in his hair. And their tongues entwining hungrily after being apart for weeks.
Bokuto feels lucky to have Tsukki.
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Until the bouquet makes a bid for freedom.
Kei breaks off with a startled grunt. Fumbling at the roses, once, twice, until he manages to bat them to Bokuto instead. Smooth.
"Welcome home," he pants.
Exactly as planned!
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"It's good to be back," he says, and nuzzles his face into Kei's neck, giving it a few soft kisses and just indulging in the way he smells and feels.
"Missed you..."
Is he repeating himself? Maybe. But it's Bokuto.
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Kei's eyes drift closed. It's so good to just sink into this. Absorb the week's worth of attention they've missed out on.
With great effort, he manages to disengage.
"Come on, Kotarou. I didn't get you flowers just to let them die."
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The disengage is met with a grunt and grumbles and whine of complaint, his hands reluctantly letting go of his boyfriend, but not before he steals one more short kiss.
"Mmm, the vase is in the living room," and even though he had let go, he still clings to his side, chin on Kei's shoulder as they make their way (very slowly because clinging) towards the living room.
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Kei sounds much more fond than exasperated. Scooping up the vase, he shuffles them to the kitchen.
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He picks up the vase from the living room and makes a quick trip to the kitchen to fill it with water and then returns to take the flowers.
"I have the best boyfriend ever~"
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"Obviously."
He's secure in that status. But it's nice to hear anyway!
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"Obviously. Confidence is so sexy on you," Bokuto grins and goes back to the vase to put flowers in, licking his lips.
Teasing his boyfriend with kisses is fine, right?
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"Yeah?"
Brilliant comeback. As always!
Also sorry for wait on all the tags I moved countries xD
He confidently walks over to him - not showing off or making ridiculous expressions. Just a wide, confident smile of a predator that has his most prized possession in front of his eyes. They gleam, even in dull light of the living room.
"Yeah, very sexy," Bokuto confirms, hands coming to rest on Kei's waist. "It makes me want to devour you right here. However, I'm a gentleman and can't treat my beloved like a savage on my first day back..." he leans in, "...unless that's what my beloved wants me to do."
!!! I figured from time zones we're in different countries anyway, YIKES! Hope it went well!
This is both an annoyance, and... something of a turn on. What with how Kotarou gets about that subject. Eloquent with his hands and mouth, as well as the words. Leaving the story on Kei's skin.
There's a shudder as Kotarou crowds in.
"I think you should show me exactly how much you missed me."
Net is scarce for now that's the only complaint. Comes and goes. Fingers crossed for something stabl
He's never heard a complaint before to stop, only that they sting and then getting revenge bites back. It's wonderful, Kei is wonderful and so delightfully responsive to everything he does to him.
"As you wish, my love" and with a surprising ease, Bokuto grabs back of Kei's thighs and lifts him off the ground. Bokuto's step doesn't waver, his hands are secure and firm and he doesn't stumble under sudden height and weight in his hands.
"I'll have you shout tonight how much you missed me," he promises in low, lust-filled voice.
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Except then there's the heft. That promise
And what comes out is a choked "Please." Probably startling them both.
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The door is knocked open with his food and Kei tossed (gently, playfully) on the soft bed, crawling on top of him. He shrugs off the shirt that is already unbuttoned and leans back down to hungrily leaves a hickey on that beautiful, long neck.
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Especially pared with that sucking heat.
Kei hisses.
Nails digging deep into whatever skin he can reach.