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Kuroo wakes up to ringing in his ears, and a pounding in his head. He lets out a loud groan, and swipes his hand over the side of his bed, looking for the perpetrator of the loud ringing. He keeps waving his hand looking for the bedside table, that is clearly not there, to answer his phone. Sluggishly, Kuroo leans up on his elbows, and blearily opens his eyes. The pounding in his head becomes ten times worse as he tries to reorient himself to stop the incessant ringing. He glares at the spot his bedside table should be, to realize there is no table at all. Kuroo decides he’ll solve that mystery at a different time, leaning over the edge of the bed, to find his phone flashing Bokuto’s caller ID. Kuroo takes a steady breath, hoping his roommate isn’t going to onslaught him with yelling at… What time is it?
“What.” Is Kuroo’s unenthusiastic answer.
“Oh thank GOD! I thought you were dead! You weren’t responding to my texts at all last night! Where are you?” Bokuto, clearly concerned, Kuroo can just picture his hair wilting with him in sadness. Where is Kuroo? Clearly not in his dorm, where he has a bedside table and a roommate scavenging for breakfast at 7am. Kuroo groans again, as he tries to sit up. It’s then he realizes that he is without all of his clothing and is extremely sore everywhere. What happened last night?
“I’m not dead Bokuto, feel like hell though, I might as well be.” Kuroo leans against the headboard, letting the blankets pool at his waist, when catches the sight of colour. He lifts the blankets up to see a smattering of dark purple and teeth marks all over his thighs. Even some light hand shaped bruises on his hips. “Oh God, I don’t know happened last night bro, or where the fuck I am.” Bokuto lets out a booming laugh, way too early, and hungover for this.
“I assumed you went home with someone, or hoped anyway that’s why you didn’t come home. You were doing shots with Daishou and Oikawa, then you told me you saw the hottest guy, something about nice thighs, and then left. I tried to find you before I left, texted you but I couldn’t find you. So I figured you went somewhere with him, but you usually say something when you’re not going to come back to the dorms. Then I was even more worried, because usually after your hook-ups, you’re back by 9 at the latest. BUT IT’S NOON! I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED!” Oh so that’s what time it is. Kuroo grimaces, he hates sticking around the next day.
The memories start to fade in and out from Bokuto’s rough summary of the night before. They were at someone’s house celebrating winter break starting, and it was super crowded. He must have been more drunk than he thought, because no way would he do shots with Daishou sober. He fucking hated that guy. They were in the same program, but for some reason he needed to make everything a competition. Oh, that does trigger a vague image of the snake challenging him to see who could do more shots. Physically, Kuroo feels like he didn’t win that one.
Obviously he had gotten some kind of action last night, at the very least since his lower half was painted and he had no clothes on. Kuroo looks down again at the bruises on his hips and suddenly it clicks into place. His sore body, that he was just writing off as being hungover, but if Kuroo focuses on where the pain is most central: His backside. Which could only mean, Kuroo went all the way and had sex, with apparently, the hottest guy, and bottomed.
Now Kuroo wasn’t necessarily put off, by being on the receiving end of things when it comes to sex. Kuroo thinks sex is sex, and sex is good so it doesn’t really matter to him. Oral, penetrative, he doesn’t care if he’s giving it or receiving it. At the end of the day, he’s still getting some, so Kuroo is still winning. But he's never been put in a situation yet where he’s had to bottom. Which, as he thinks about it, feels kinda jarring. His first time was his last year of high school, with an upperclassman from the year before. Even with his lack of experience, in the heat of the moment, he ended up topping.
So whoever this guy Kuroo got with last night, must really be something. He’s been in multiple situations in the past where he wouldn’t mind if his partner decided to wreck him. But it never happened. A wave of sympathy washes over him, if any of his previous trysts were even half as sore as Kuroo now, well they have his respect. If only he could chalk up the pain as really good sex, but he didn’t even know that because he couldn’t remember. Of course, such an event finally happens, and he was too drunk to remember.
“You know, I really can’t remember anything and everything hurts, could I share my location and you can use Akaashi’s car to come get me? I don’t even know who’s bed I’m sleeping in and I am usually at least coherent enough to remember that much. A name, face what weird thing they decided to call me.” Kuroo sighs, lounging back in the bed.
“Well, for your sake I hope you used protection.” Bokuto cackles. Still too early, even if it was noon. Kuroo is about to make a witty retort, when the door opens and all words die on this tongue. He could still hear Bokuto making more jabs at him, but they fell on silent ears. Kuroo hangs up the phone to shamelessly stare at whom he bedded last night. Or rather who bedded him.
The memories instantly come flooding back, as Kuroo stares at this Olympian of a man. The hot breaths against his neck, low whispers in his ears, the immense pleasure that Kuroo felt. The sounds that Kuroo didn’t even know he could make, and the chanting. More, more, more. Harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. So if Kuroo asked for it, and by looking at the bruises and the flashbacks, he got it. So he has no one to blame for the leftover pain but himself. But with the sudden flash of memories, he can understand why he’d take it for this man. Who wouldn’t?
The Olympian is slightly shorter than Kuroo, which is why he looks so much more built. A sturdy body that would no doubt be able to carry Kuroo’s tall ass. He’s only wearing briefs which leaves so much for Kuroo to gawk at. His muscles are all well defined, from his petrols, to his abs and that oh so lovely v-line, and his happy little trial down into his boxers. Which are pulled taunt against thick thighs, that could probably crush a watermelon. Drunk him was right, those thighs look so sexy. Kuroo guesses drunk him also took advantage of that too because his partner’s thighs are red and bruised. Suddenly his marks don’t look nearly as bad. Kuroo trails his eyes back his body, now realizing the marks around the man’s neck and collarbones. Who does Kuroo turn into when he’s drunk? A sex craved vampire? He can’t think of another time where Kuroo visibly left so many marks on a partner.
Kuroo locks eyes with this Olympian Sex God from last night, and he realizes that he’s smirking at Kuroo. Well, nothing to be too smug about, it isn’t like Kuroo doesn’t work out. Maybe not to the extent as others, being so obviously the man in front of him, but he still tries to keep a regular schedule.
“You done?” He asks, voice deep. Kuroo’s face reddens, as he only feels slightly embarrassed about checking him out. Can’t really blame Kuroo, he is only a man after all. “There’s water and painkillers on the bedside table, breakfast? Or I guess lunch now.” Kuroo feels like an idiot for not remembering this man's name. He’s a sweetheart the morning after too? Just who is he?
“Um, breakfast would be great actually. Thanks.” The Olympian smiles, and turns around to walk out of the room. That’s when Kuroo sees the scratch marks all down his back. Kuroo’s face heats up even more. He really wants a round two, to make up for what he can’t remember. Maybe not right now, because everything still hurts.
Kuroo leans over to the other side of the bed, reaching for the water and the medicine. He’s really gotta pull himself together. He never gets flustered, he’s the one that gets others flustered. He just openly stared at a guy he had sex with the night before like Kuroo was seeing him for the first time. Kuroo feels like such a dick. This is why he doesn’t stick around for the morning after. Well it is afternoon, but all the same. Kuroo groans, and flops back on the bed. It is too early for this.
After a little self reflection on his poor choices, Kuroo throws his legs over the side of the bed, and slowly stands, not to get a head rush. He stretches his arms above his head, realizing his mistake as it pulls his very sore muscles taut. Kuroo winces, and tries to find his clothes from the night before. He really doesn’t want to stay for breakfast and awkward small talk, and embarrass himself more than he already has, but at this point it would probably be more embarrassing if he just left now. Kuroo finds his clothes neatly folded on the dresser. Kuroo makes his way over and gets dressed completely, that way he can make a run for it after breakfast. He isn’t going to lie though, coffee sounds great. He grabs his phone, and does a double check to make sure he isn’t forgetting anything. Not that he would be mad to have another encounter.
He walks out of the room and follows the sound of sizzling and the smell of coffee. When Kuroo rounds the corner he is greeted with a sight that seems very domestic. Olympian Sex God’s back is to Kuroo, (still shirtless) and is finishing up frying bacon to add to the plates that already have eggs and toast. There is a fresh pot of coffee with two mugs beside it, and there is some quiet indie sounding music playing in the background. The man turns around to plate the bacon and catches Kuroo’s eye and smiles.
“Is coffee okay? I didn’t ask, I also have tea or juice if you prefer?” He asks as he lifts a plate and places it on the island bar. Kuroo isn’t sure if this is what he misses every time he sneaks out before the other wakes up but he highly doubts that. This man just keeps getting hotter. He’s considerate and a good lay? (From what Kuroo can remember anyway.)
“Actually coffee is perfect, I feel like death walking so coffee will definitely help.” He replies, and takes a seat in front of one of the plates. The Olympian chuckles, and goes to pour the coffee into the mugs and brings them over.
“Milk or sugar?”
“Milk would be great, thanks.” He turns back to get the milk and pours some into Kuroo’s cup. Kuroo takes a swig, not caring of the burning sensation going down.
“No problem, Tetsu.” He smiles and picks up his own mug to take a sip. Kuroo all but spits his drink at this man. Woah, ok. It is DEFINITELY too early for this hunk of a man to be calling him anything but his last name. The man seems to notice his non-subtle spit-take, and furrows his eyebrows. “I’m sorry is the coffee not good?” Clearly concerned for Kuroo. Kuroo holds out a finger, calms himself enough to swallow the coffee, burning all the way down his esophagus. Kuroo takes a breath, and lifts his head to look at the man.
“No, no the coffee is fine. I just uh-” He wanted to avoid confessing that he doesn’t remember his name or much from last night but he isn’t sure how else to ask why the heck they’re already on a first name biases. The Olympian Sex God awkwardly chuckles.
“I’m sorry, I don’t really- uh do these sorts of things. Um, you know…”
“One night stands?”
“Uh yeah, I guess. I was in a long term relationship up until a couple months ago. We've been together since highschool, and I really didn’t see it coming. In any case the party last night was the first time I even went out since the breakup. Then you approached me and one thing led to another, and um yeah now we’re here.” He smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck. “You probably didn’t ask to hear any of that but, I haven’t ever had a, uh… One night stand so, I don’t know the protocol for these things. So I hope I’ve done everything right so far, and I haven’t made you too uncomfortable.”
Either the universe hates Kuroo, or this guy can’t be real. Who would break up with this kind, not to mention very hot, man? The guilt is really being laid on thick. Kuroo just feels like an even bigger dick. Instead of telling the man the truth, or reassuring him that he’s done better than any of Kuroo’s previous one night stands, what he ends up blurting out is;
“Why did you guys break up?” The very last thing that should’ve left Kuroo’s unfiltered mouth. He immediately wants to take back those words, the man looks shocked but recovers quickly with a sad smile.
“She broke up with me, saying that I was too clingy and that was only when I was around. Since I’ve been spending the start of the new school year working toward my degree because it’s my last year. So I guess because I was putting more time into my studies, I neglected her.” He laughs awkwardly. Kuroo can tell the wound is still fresh. “I tried to make time for her, at least once a week for a proper date, and I then spent all my extra free time with her. Then I guess when we were together, I was too much? I don’t know if I crowded her too much when we spent time together? I was just trying my best with what short amounts of time we spent together, but I guess I was too clingy. In any case, she broke up with me and I can’t really blame her if it was my fault. I guess it would be very hot and cold, if I was just never around, and then when I was, I was very suffocating.”
Kuroo wants to give his man a hug. It is most definitely too early to be opening up about past relationship trauma. Kuroo takes a deep breath. He supposes he did ask. He looks up making direct eye contact with the man. He deserves some reassurance and definitely some honesty.
“Look, I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t remember much from last night. I got really shitfaced, and saw you, thought you were hot and decided to put the moves on you. I do this frequently enough. It’s just easier for me, hook-ups with no strings attached. I usually leave before the other guy even has a chance to wake up, to save myself from the whole morning after.” Kuroo pauses, gages the others reaction for anything negative, but he only seems to be intently listening to Kuroo, so he continues. “From what I can remember from last night, it was, to put it bluntly, fucking awesome. I’ve never actually been the one to bottom, believe it or not, it’s usually the other way around. But aside from a little pain that I kinda asked for, last night was hot.” The man produces a small smile at the compliment. “And the fact that I woke, and you made me breakfast? You didn’t kick me out, or wake me up to kick me out, I would say your ex is the unlucky one. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a partner, and the world is seriously missing out.”
He is smiling much bigger now, and the expression better suits him. Kuroo can’t help but smirk in return. He thinks that’s about as uplifting as he can get for it being so early. They continue to eat for a bit in silence, before the man speaks.
“Thanks, it means a lot, actually. I was really nervous when you asked me to take you back to my place. But I’m happy for the way things turned out in the end.” He’s looking down, shifting through his meal, Kuroo is still heartily digesting. Which is when he almost chokes a second time this afternoon when the man says;
“Last night was actually my first time with a guy, so I’m really glad to hear that you enjoyed yourself!”
The universe is really gotta warn Kuroo next time. He starts choking on a piece of toast, and the Olympian Sex God, is quick to get around the island and place a warm hand on his back, trying to get Kuroo to stand up so he can to help, but Kuroo just holds out a hand, and another to cover his mouth. He once again regains composure after, for the same time that morning, fails to do a basic human function. Kuroo clearly needs to go back to sleep. Kuroo turns swivels in his chair to look at the man, who still has a reassuring hand on his back, an expression that looks like he doesn’t trust Kuroo not to regurgitate his food again.
“You’re joking right?”
“No I am not. Why? Does it explain something? Did I do something wrong?” The man inquired. Suddenly, Kuroo starts laughing. The real nasty one that Kenma always made fun of him for sounding like a hyena. The man looks conflicted whether Kuroo is laughing at him, or with him. Once Kuroo calms down he looks up to the man and says;
“So last night, we both shared one of our firsts with each other.” The other man seems to also realize how ridiculous the situation is because then they both start laughing together. Kuroo braces himself on the counter as he continues to laugh, and the man’s hand moves up to rest on Kuroo’s shoulder, to better keep himself from falling over. They eventually calm down, and turn to look at each other. It’s then that Kuroo realizes the man has such warm eyes. The type of eyes that he could get lost and feel safe in. The Olympian Sex God holds out his hand.
“Let’s start from the beginning, I’m Sawamura Daichi. Just to clarify, you didn’t have sex with a straight man, I am very much bisexual, so don’t worry.” Daichi chuckles. Kuroo takes his hand and shakes it.
“Kuroo Tetsurou. I wasn’t too worried, but that’s good to know.” Kuroo lifts their hands and kisses the back of Daichi’s hand. Kuroo smirks up at Daichi. “I was going to ask what the chances were of getting a second night?” Daichi flushes a little, Kuroo really likes that expression on his face. He’s going to love teasing the shit out of this one. Daichi smiles.
“I would say very high.”