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When Tsukishima wakes up, he knows that he’s not in his own bed. The mattress is slightly firmer, for one, but the sheets and blankets also smell of a different detergent. It’s not a bad place to wake up in, just different, and he’s been getting more used to it over time anyway.
It’s the weekend, and too early to be awake, but his body has been primed by his weekdays working for so long that it’s hard for him not to wake up with the sunrise. It doesn’t mean that he’ll stay awake at least, but for now, he has to put up with the early morning grogginess despite his best wishes.
Next to him is Kageyama, his cheek pressed deeply into the down of his pillow. His hair is growing longer again, bangs falling messily across his forehead in a way that makes Tsukishima want to reach out and push them back so he can see Kageyama’s face more clearly.
Kageyama has little to no ego about his appearance, which makes it even more frustrating how attractive Tsukishima finds him sometimes. The long line of his nose, the sharpness of his brows, and the soft curve of his mouth are all alluring. With Kageyama still fast asleep, Tsukishima is able to look his fill without shyness or caution.
This is the seventh time they’ve spent the night together, and each time gets a little bit easier and more comfortable. They’re at Kageyama’s place tonight; Tsukishima had been in the neighborhood after a work dinner, and he had decided on a whim to drop by.
By the time Tsukishima had reached Kageyama’s apartment, he was a little tipsy, but in a warm and comfortable way. He was still himself, but looser and a bit more generous in his affections, as evidenced by the slow, leisurely kiss he greeted Kageyama with when he opened the door.
The rest of the night had been the same, passing in an almost syrup sweet, gentle sort of way. There was no hurry in either of their actions, no great burning passion tumbling them into Kageyama’s clean sheets. Instead of pressing Kageyama face down into the pillows and working him open on his cock, Tsukishima had just pulled Kageyama into his lap and held him close, wrapping his hand both of their erections and stroking them slowly, sweetly to completion. It was easy, simple, and more pleasurable than he might have expected.
In the aftermath, Tsukishima had pressed his forehead against Kageyama’s own, staring into the dark pools of his eyes and felt a wave of—something—pass over him, like the rippling spark of an electric current running through him. It sunk deep into his skin, his bones, and all Tsukishima wanted to do in that moment was swallow Kageyama whole, keep him close until all his warmth was Tsukishima’s own.
Instead, Tsukishima kissed him, letting his mouth coax Kageyama’s open with a sigh. His hands cupped Kageyama’s face, sweeping his sweaty hair out of his eyes, and for a moment, Tsukishima just let himself appreciate the softness of Kageyama’s skin, the jut of his cheekbones. He felt like melted sugar, any rough edge worn away into silky liquid.
In the dim morning darkness of Kageyama’s bedroom, Tsukishima feels that same something from the night before settle over him in a wave that is slowly beginning to grow familiar. If it were any other time of time or in any other place, perhaps he might have been unsettled or uncomfortable, but as it is, Tsukishima doesn’t let it bother him now.
Next to him, Kageyama begins to shift slightly, his body stirring with early signs of wakefulness. He’s a morning person, unlike Tsukishima, and it’s not so early that Kageyama wouldn’t just decide to get out of bed and start his day anyway. It’s a rarity for Tsukishima to even be awake before him and not wake up to Kageyama already changed and ready to go for a run instead.
Kageyama’s eyes open slowly, sleep still clinging heavily to his lashes. When he finally manages to keep them open for more than a moment or two, he just stares at Tsukishima blearily for a moment before recognition begins to sink in.
He doesn’t say anything, though, just sighs softly, before he moves a little closer, tucking himself more firmly into Tsukishima’s space. Without thinking, Tsukishima lifts his arm to better accommodate Kageyama, letting him fit snugly into the curve of his shoulder.
Kageyama’s breath is warm against Tsukishima’s bare skin, and without checking, Tsukishima knows that he’s already back asleep again. Ah, he thinks, realization chiming like a bell in his chest, I like this.
In this position, Tsukishima can drop his face on top of Kageyama’s head, and he takes the opportunity to just breathe him in, the scent of his skin, his hair. He smells a little bit of salt, sweat, and underneath all that, the too fancy shampoo he likes to use. It’s a familiar scent by now, and Tsukishima guesses he shouldn’t be surprised he recognizes it so easily.
Right now, it’s still early, and the bed is warm and comfortable, made more so by who Tsukishima is sharing it with. He’ll need to pull himself away and go back to his own life later on, but for now, he’s just going to allow himself to enjoy the moment and get a bit more rest.