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[13: kurotsuki] easy

Tsukishima smells trouble the moment Kuroo sits next to him, body leaning in just so. He pretends every nerve in his body isn’t tethered to every breath Kuroo takes and continues typing away at his laptop.

“Babe,” Kuroo begins, voice saccharine. “I would like to borrow your laptop for a bit.“

“The last time you borrowed it, I ended up with malware.”

“Correct,” Kuroo says, smile easy. “But I also cleaned it and then made your laptop faster.”

Tsukishima chews on the inside of his cheek, considering. “Okay, that’s true,” he admits.

“See.” Kuroo punctuates his tiny victory by pressing his forehead to Tsukishima’s shoulder and nuzzling. Like cats do when they want attention. Tsukishima resists the urge to run his hand through that messy hair.

“But you gotta do better than that, Tetsu.”

“I see.” Kuroo lifts his head, eyes brimming with mischief. “Bribery.”

Tsukishima hums noncommittally and goes back to the screen of his laptop. Then he feels lips touching the bare skin just below the hem of his sleeve.

“Mhm, cold,” he says. 

Second time, it’s a kiss pressing hard into the tip of his shoulder. The feel of it lingers.

“Cold,” he repeats.

Third time, it’s a chaste kiss to the collar-bones peeking out of his shirt. It comes with a tickle of unruly hair at Tsukishima’s nose.

“Getting warmer,” he encourages, tilting his head slightly. His hands slow their typing, no longer able to concentrate on the keys the way Tsukishima wants them to. 

Next, Kuroo’s mouth is on his neck, stubbornly sucking at a single sweet spot there. 

Tsukishima worries at his lip, barely manages to utter: “Warmer.”

Now, Kuroo’s mouth is a breath away from his, determined eyes pouring into Tsukishima’s. 

Tsukishima doesn’t look away when he says, “Hot.”

And Kuroo kisses him. His lips taste less like bribery and more like a game he’s won before he even sat down next to Tsukishima. In response, Tsukishima deepens the kiss, bunching his fist in Kuroo’s shirt and pulling him in. Because he wants to win. Because he wants– 

He lets go of the laptop with a defeated sigh. Kuroo pulls it off his lap moments before breaking the kiss. As he’s leaving, he kisses Tsukishima’s temple, his lips wet and taunting, the way Tsukishima’s made them.

“So easy, Tsukki,” he says, a little out of breath.

“No malware this time,” Tsukishima warns, though his words have no bite in them left.

“Promise!”

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