At the last second, Tsukki lurches forward. Burying his face in Bokuto's shoulder. Biting into the sweatshirt. Maybe the shoulder. Smothering the sounds as hips spasm out of control.]
It's always perfect. The bite into his shoulder doesn't hurt, he loves it, he loves it every time it happens, when Tsukishima tries his best to keep his composure but it shatters. He loves being the reason for it.
Bokuto doesn't pull all the way, doing what Tsukishima calls him sometimes gross for, but he promised not to make a mess. Besides, Tsukki is resting on top of him and he doesn't feel like moving him yet. He just pulls head back enough to let go of him, humming as he does so. His hands stop gripping onto Tsukki's hips, from where he was keeping him in place and just slide up under the shirt, thumbs making small circles on the skin.]
[Only sometimes gross. Because Tsukki doesn't want to do that particular job. Can't understand why someone would. But it makes Bokuto happy. More importantly, keeps him quiet.
Tsukki gasps for air. Staring at the door, sure it's going to fly open at any second...
...It seems like Akiteru's been satisfied with the answers.]
[Bokuto never asks him to do it, or anything else he's not comfortable with. He just likes to do it because it makes Tsukishima grumble, with a cute embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
When there are no interruptions and Tsukki does the predictable grumble, Bokuto grins and pulls back a bit, to turn his head and press lips against the blond's neck.]
[But that's the charm of it- the fact that they don't fit him! He's so cute like that, Bokuto already has dozens of pictures.]
Mmm, yeah. But-! We'll handle it. We made it this far!
[It's been rough but they are still together and Bokuto doesn't feel any less in love with his Tsukki. In fact, it feels as if it's stronger than before.]
Then we go together! You get your PhD, I get my Olympic medals, then we pick up our stuff and go.
[It sounds so easy when Bokuto says it like that, but he also means it when he says it. He reaches with his hand to brush some of the blond bangs and trail fingers over the high cheekbone and grins.]
And then! We get rich and travel the world! We get on cruises, sip champagne and eat strawberries while dipping our feet in the pool!
No thanks, cruise ships are disgusting. We can do the other things.
At the ocean.
[Why would they need a pool?
Maybe it's weird, discussing life plans right after everything they just did. Oh well. No time like the present, really. Tsukki settles back. Scratching through Bokuto's hair.]
Speaking of the Olympics... When do you find out about that?
They are? I've never been on one! I heard they can carry million of stores as if it's on land. We can go on a very expensive one that's not dirty?
...I guess we can buy a yacht of our own.
[If there's any other implication it flew over his head. But he tilts his head for those scratches like a cat or a bird. Tsukki's long fingers give best scratches- through his hair or on his back.]
They'll call me! They have a list and everything. I made it in the top ten suggested players, [he grins. He'd usually sulk he's not in the top five or three, but this is National level for Olympics so he can't complain.]
[Bokuto feels like tackling Tsukishima out of happiness. And you know what- he will! They are on the bed, it's fine!
It's a light tackle though, more like pull down to bury face in Tsukki's neck.]
Thank you Tsukki!! You'll watch me on TV I promise!
[Bokuto nods-]
Yep! And your previous teammate is there too! Kageyama, I think. And that Atsumu guy. They've been arguing a lot. [...] Or more like, Atsumu argues AT Kageyama. It's weird.
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[That ends in an undignified yelp.
"Kei? You all right?"]
Tea's - fine. We'll - let you know -
[If there's an answer?
Tsukki can't tell.
Because Bokuto is not stopping. Of course not.
At the last second, Tsukki lurches forward. Burying his face in Bokuto's shoulder. Biting into the sweatshirt. Maybe the shoulder. Smothering the sounds as hips spasm out of control.]
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It's always perfect. The bite into his shoulder doesn't hurt, he loves it, he loves it every time it happens, when Tsukishima tries his best to keep his composure but it shatters. He loves being the reason for it.
Bokuto doesn't pull all the way, doing what Tsukishima calls him sometimes gross for, but he promised not to make a mess. Besides, Tsukki is resting on top of him and he doesn't feel like moving him yet. He just pulls head back enough to let go of him, humming as he does so. His hands stop gripping onto Tsukki's hips, from where he was keeping him in place and just slide up under the shirt, thumbs making small circles on the skin.]
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Tsukki gasps for air. Staring at the door, sure it's going to fly open at any second...
...It seems like Akiteru's been satisfied with the answers.]
You - Asshole.
[Hissed low, but without any malice.]
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When there are no interruptions and Tsukki does the predictable grumble, Bokuto grins and pulls back a bit, to turn his head and press lips against the blond's neck.]
Mmm. But you loved it.
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Reluctantly, he pushes Bokuto off his neck.]
Quit. I'm not hiding hickeys all New Year's.
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But prying him off with such a lackluster push won't work. Tsukki just gets tackled to the bed with a grin, two strong arms wrapped around him.]
But I love leaving them. [He pouts for a second.] Fineee, I'll be nice.
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How did it come to this.]
Well someone took the only sweatshirt that hides them. Blame him.
[Smirk smirk smirk.]
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I promise to give it back! Or! You can use one of mine. I love it when you wear my clothes.
[And he pecks Tsukishima's cheek because his breath is probably really bad right now. Then snuggles up close to him.]
I really missed you. Really really.
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Tsukki can't say he minds it.]
Yeah. Hopefully Grad School will be closer to you.
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Mmm, yeah. But-! We'll handle it. We made it this far!
[It's been rough but they are still together and Bokuto doesn't feel any less in love with his Tsukki. In fact, it feels as if it's stronger than before.]
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Or you could just go play volleyball in Australia!
[This is... 90% a joke.]
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Australia!? I'd rather win some medals for Japan!
[He also wants to be close so Tsukki can praise him!]
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But - So does Japan.
Chuckling, Tsukki pokes Bokuto in the shoulder.]
All right, all right.
I won't inflict your English on Australia.
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Bring Tsukki with him.]
My English is not bad! [Bokuto grins.] It's not good but it can pass!
[He was somehow better at that than sciency subjects. Maths and chemistry are a nightmare.]
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[That gets a surprised blink. With how Bokuto struggled in school, Tsukki figured he'd want to spend his whole career in Japan.
Tsukki pushes up onto an elbow. Studying his boyfriend carefully.]
Australia and New Zealand have some of the most interesting research programs. I'd really like to work there. After I get my PhD.
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[It sounds so easy when Bokuto says it like that, but he also means it when he says it. He reaches with his hand to brush some of the blond bangs and trail fingers over the high cheekbone and grins.]
And then! We get rich and travel the world! We get on cruises, sip champagne and eat strawberries while dipping our feet in the pool!
[...someone watched way too many rap videos.]
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At the ocean.
[Why would they need a pool?
Maybe it's weird, discussing life plans right after everything they just did. Oh well. No time like the present, really. Tsukki settles back. Scratching through Bokuto's hair.]
Speaking of the Olympics... When do you find out about that?
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...I guess we can buy a yacht of our own.
[If there's any other implication it flew over his head. But he tilts his head for those scratches like a cat or a bird. Tsukki's long fingers give best scratches- through his hair or on his back.]
They'll call me! They have a list and everything. I made it in the top ten suggested players, [he grins. He'd usually sulk he's not in the top five or three, but this is National level for Olympics so he can't complain.]
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[It's not surprising Bokuto's on the very short list. But theory is one thing. This is actually starting now. ]
Are there tryouts?
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It's a light tackle though, more like pull down to bury face in Tsukki's neck.]
Thank you Tsukki!! You'll watch me on TV I promise!
[Bokuto nods-]
Yep! And your previous teammate is there too! Kageyama, I think. And that Atsumu guy. They've been arguing a lot. [...] Or more like, Atsumu argues AT Kageyama. It's weird.
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[Oh right - Tsukki's still a bit indecent. There's a moment to get things rearranged.]
Well, Kageyama is weird. Can't say I'm surprised.
How are things with Ushiwaka?
[The returning veteran, of course.]
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I think Miya tried to get under his skin. [But Kageyama is either unphased or good at masking what he thinks.]
Ushiwaka is Ushiwaka! I think he's the certain one that's making the team.
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[After all - That's how his entire relationship Hinata worked/works(?). (Who knows with those two.)]
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[No one knows. Which is why Bokuto doesn't spend more time thinking about it and finds a new spot on Tsukki's neck to tease and pepper with kisses.]