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The chilly, quiet breeze rustles the leaves of trees, anchoring a hushing symphony for the people in the quaint, provincial area; a distant bird song trills in the wind, a distant farewell to the setting sun as the sky welcomes the stars for the night.
Moonshine filtered through the clouds peppering the sky, dimly lighting corners and nooks that electrical fixtures cannot reach; it casts a soft light in corridors, in rooms that house memories and history alike, in rooms that hold special moments such as this—
A confessed love of years accepted.
Tetsurou Kuroo, with fire in his heart, and dedication etched in his mind, traversed hours of distance between him and the man under him, to finally give in to a temptation he knew was not of a devil’s doing. It would never be, for those soft, brown eyes that held so much care and awe, and for that smile that expressed so much joy and love.
The bright, surprised, disbelieving visage of the subject of his heart as he appeared on his front steps—disheveled, a little bit hungry, but ready, oh so ready, filters through his thoughts once more. He splays his hand over the other man’s chest, just right onto where he feels the steady thump thump thump of his heart, and tries to hide the smile that settles on his lips.
Fingers dance on the man’s chest, eliciting a chuckle from the other—then, with a kiss on top of his head, breaking the small, niggling hesitation that he had for this man.
“Good evening,” Sawamura Daichi greets, hand carding through locks of hair, tender and minute, yet earth-shatteringly amazing. “You fell asleep, you tired, tired idiot.”
He tries to hide his pout, he does, but Daichi seems to have seen it because he laughs in a pleased, and still-awed tone. The suit and tie perched on the door, hung next to a uniform was a small reminder that he hadn’t wasted a second after getting promoted—that he had abandoned any kind of celebration of getting his dream job just to have the chance to be with the man he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
“Don’t insult me,” Tetsurou murmurs, shifting impossibly closer to the tanner man, burying his head on the other’s shoulder, breathing in deeply. “Sa’amura,” he whispers even quieter, irrevocably bewildered of how he had come to be in this man’s arms. The train ride that he had taken hours before had given him no perception of this beginning.
Daichi leans into him, turning his face a little to deliver a light kiss to the part of Kuroo’s head that he can reach. Even by the small gesture, Tetsurou could feel the happiness that held on Daichi’s every action with him; ever since he had offered the small covenant of feelings that he held secure in the chambers of his heart.
Half a decade unacknowledged, a quarter plagued with yearning, and only a month ago of not letting his fear control him anymore .
Now he’s here, enveloped in something— someone—he never thought he’d have.
“Kuroo,” Daichi’s deep—and concerned—voice rumbles through his body, and Tetsu holds on, not realizing that there were tremors wracking through his body. “Kuroo, are you alright?” He shifts a bit, to bring him on top of him, and Tetsurou doesn’t realize it till he meets gazes with brown, concerned eyes.
“Kuroo, you’re tearing up, what happened? Did you dream of something bad?”
The genuine worry in Daichi’s voice strikes a chord in him, a vulnerability in him that he thought was tamped down, buried under years of slogging, unforgiving workload. A muck of hardships that had mixed with his life that only became bearable because of him.
“No,” he confesses, and he dips down and puts his lips on the other man, who startles a bit in surprise. Tetsurou smiles against Daichi’s lips and pulls back, smiling. “I just woke up next to someone who I never thought I’d be with,” he grins contentedly, looking down briefly to catch Daichi’s hands and interlace it with his. “Ever since Nationals, remember?”
Daichi’s eyes light up in that endearing way of his, and Tetsurou doesn’t stop himself returning to his original position, as close as he could be to him.
“I spent the whole time wondering if it was real,” Daichi says in a low tone, just next to his ear, and Tetsurou only shivers as the sentiment reverberates through his soul. “Yet, you never left, and you’re still here.”
“Still here,” he repeats, because he is. There was nothing that could make him leave this.
Daichi cradles his head gently, and rolls them around, Tetsurou now underneath him.
Daichi’s arms, which settled next to him on both sides, with his broad, muscular frame hovering above him, seems to form a barrier to the outside world, a protective bubble to their own universe. The smile that rests on the other man’s lips was so utterly fond and in love— and terrifyingly, familiar, from all those times they’ve seen one another through the years — that he couldn’t ever believe that he had thought Daichi never loved him back.
“May I kiss you again?” Daichi asks, intent yet careful.
Tetsurou closes his eyes, thinks about how this was finally his reality—
And nods yes.
Like everything, it starts slow and careful.
Daichi descends upon him decisively, and kisses so tenderly that he has to remind himself to breathe and think, thank you, to any deity who was listening. Thank you for giving me this.
Every shift of movement, every rustle of cloth and bedsheet felt muted as they kissed, and it was a heady feeling that Tetsurou doesn’t even have the urge to open his eyes. He just wanted to savor this feeling of Daichi’s lips on his, of the feeling of his hands on Daichi’s sides, and sear it to his memory forever, one that he would play again and again and again.
He’s had his fair share of kisses—but they weren’t always serious. Nothing was, when you’re young and having puppy love with someone else. Everything seems fleeting and exciting and discovering something new was always part of his list, and if you didn’t like it, one goes to the next thing.
But Daichi’s shaky hands on him felt permanent, and it makes him keen in abject happiness that he wasn’t alone in this; that he wasn’t the only one worked up. The tremor told him that this man—this stalwart, steady rival of his, who grew into something more, something he cherished— wanted this as well, so much that he was shaking, and oh—
“Tetsu,” Daichi groans out as they separate, and when they do, a noise that he didn’t know he’d make—a heady, pitched whine—was pulled out from him, as if a protest to their separation. His eyes snap open in astonishment, and sees that Daichi himself was staring at him again, with an expression he couldn’t fully read.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, lips twitching up into an embarrassed grin. His face felt hot, and he had no doubt that it was. “Didn’t—my name on your lips is quite a delicacy, Sa’amura,” he riffs instead, just to bat away the heat that was rising to his face. “Caught me off-guard by how sweet it was.”
“What were you expecting?” Daichi turned his head away, snorting. “I wanted to kiss you. Call you Tetsu.” He looks down. “It’s… it’s still new.”
He looks adorable and Tetsurou knows for himself that he hasn’t smiled this much in years. “You’re cute, Dai,” he says, just to see that magnificent blush on his cheeks again, and was blessed with it once more. He hears a, that’s weird don’t say that, which only bolsters him to lean into his hold once more. “You should know that.”
Daichi tries to turn away in embarrassment, and Tetsurou tuts him, hooking his leg onto the other man’s back, locking them in place. “Come on, Dai,” he smiles, and hopes that the expression on his face would convey how much he actually just… wants to be with him, together with him. “Don’t go.”
“I’m not,” Daichi mumbles beneath a folded elbow, and he knows that he is gone for him.
Tetsurou kisses the bottom of his chin, then to near his lips, and then his nose, and to his cheeks—purposely avoiding his lips. Daichi laughs as he kisses his temple, then as he goes to his ear, bites his earlobe and nibbles intently.
“Tetsu,” Daichi whispers, hot breath on his neck, and his hands—broader than Tetsurou’s, heavier—tugs onto his clothes. The feeling of them spread on his sides felt electric, and he hoped that his hold on Daichi was as well.
Daichi lifted him a bit—leg hooked onto his back, after all—and all the air out of Tetsurou’s lungs whooshed out of him in one fell breath. “Daichi, holy shit,” he laughs, and Daichi looks at him in surprise reels back—he was so ready to make him feel comfortable , and Tetsu felt tears prickling his eyes again. The absolute dork.
“S-Sorry, I know I’m heavy—”
“Don’t you dare,” he protests, and clashes his lips against the bewildered man. He knows about Daichi’s worry about his weight. The dork made out of muscle was afraid of crushing him. “I love you, and you’re like a weighted blanket and it was amazing, so don’t say sorry.”
“Sexy,” Daichi nods seriously, “Always wanted to be called a weighted blanket in bed.”
“Would you have preferred my snuggy blankie?”
Laughter bubbles out of Daichi’s mouth, and Tetsu grins in success as he wraps his arms around Daichi’s neck, kissing the few chuckles that escape every few seconds or so. “Rest on me, planking isn’t fun for kissing.”
“Could be.”
“Daichi,” he regards him in the most serious way possible. “Come on, now. I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me and kiss the hell out of me, you know. I can take it.”
Daichi kisses him again, but now it’s a bit more persistent, the slight remnants of hesitation slowly disappearing. They separate again—as Tetsurou follows him upwards because how can he not —Daichi huffs out breathily, as if he had run a few kilometers. “You’re killing me,” he murmured, “Kuroo. Don’t. Don’t do that.”
“Hard not to,” he murmurs, and that was the only thing he was able to say before he was given everything with the next kiss.
Heat sears through the action, Daichi’s tongue sliding over his lips, a silent plea for entrance. His mouth opens pliantly, involuntarily, so comfortable in surrender, and Daichi leans into him fully, exploring his mouth insistently.
It’s easy to give in to the feeling, something so unfamiliar that he craves to be usual.
It’s synesthesia making itself known to him, as he closes his eyes to savor Daichi even more. Every time his name is uttered by those kiss-bitten lips, it feels like the world, clad in black beneath his eyelids, explodes in color; every time a desperate touch makes itself known, he hears the roar that coated every sound that Daichi groaned out.
“Ah, fuck , Tetsu,” Daichi grunts out, kissing a trail down from his neck, to his collarbones. He feels the other man’s hand touch his face, and he peeks out in narrowed eyes, lips curling as he breathes heavily.
“Surprising,” Tetsurou jibes, affectionately knowing Daichi’s penchant to avoid cursing until necessary, and the little fact makes him lean towards his hand. “I like that in a man. Maybe you will.”
Daichi groans out—in exasperation or arousal, he can’t distinguish—but the hot, aroused breath he fans across Tetsurou’s cheeks seemed to be the answer. “Not… not now.” He whispers to him. “Let… I want…”
“I know,” Tetsurou nods, because he knows. God , just kissing makes him feel tethered and alive and amazing; he doesn’t know what he’d feel when other things follow through. But tonight, all he wants—needs to do is to have Daichi’s lips on his. Slow and steady. No one knows what their relationship would go, and it’s better for the both of them to be slow and steady.
He licks inside Daichi’s mouth, wanting to reciprocate the intense feeling that was burning through every pore in his body, and entwines his tongue on the other man’s, relishing the way how Daichi had to catch himself from falling against his head as he lost control. He sucks his tongue, and slowly slides his hands down Daichi’s back.
He smiles as Daichi grunts an aborted sigh, and meets gazes with him—eyes widening as he witnesses Daichi’s pupils blown black out from pleasure.
“ Please,” he whispers, and they come together once more, with Daichi commandeering the kiss as he gets pinned down the mattress insistently. He must’ve uttered—or moaned out—a question, because Daichi was smiling softly again, the sight making Tetsurou’s heart stutter.
In a tone much more fitting for prayer, he bends down, ghosting his lips against his. “You don’t know how beautiful you look right now, Tetsu.” Daichi confesses, and Tetsurou’s breath hitches. “Too many times, I’ve found myself wanting to have a moment like this with you, even once, that maybe, just, maybe if I say it, say it to you, maybe you’d—”
“I know,” he holds the man’s hand, and squeezes. The fear of not knowing if the other person returns their feelings had befriended him in the past few months, amidst messages and video calls and meet-ups. “Trust me, I know.”
“No,” Daichi says insistently, steel in his voice that made Tetsurou pause. “You have to understand. I love you. I have spent—all the time we've had together—enjoying every moment.” With furrowed brows, focused and keen, he brings up Tetsurou’s hand, kissing it gently. “Now that I have you, I will spend every day, every passing hour and second to let you know that, and I’ll show it, show it one at a time.”
They stare at one another for a second, the quietness of the room feeling as if the world itself had stopped breathing to hear Tetsurou’s answer.
This is Sawamura Daichi, Tetsurou realizes as he surges up to kiss him deeper, rolling so that Daichi was beneath him, and Daichi wraps his arms around him in happiness. Sawamura Daichi wasn’t taking their relationship slowly in hesitance of what it could be—he was taking it all in, enjoying it.
He was enjoying his time with Kuroo Tetsurou.
With him.
“I love you too,” he says, and fully surrenders to the man that holds his heart as if it was his whole world. “I love you too.”
The stars were visible from Daichi’s window, a sight that Tetsurou isn’t intimately familiar with, being in the city. The trees rustling quietly outside calmed him in ways that he doesn’t really understand, as if they were quietly encouraging—or congratulating him—for being strong enough to traverse
Resting on top of the man who loves him—and whom he loves back—was new as well, but he’ll be familiar with it. In time.
“Unfair, Dai,” Tetsurou says after a few moments—hours must have passed now, ever since he woke up—and he feels exhausted, yet in the best way possible. His lips felt like they’ve been ravished heavily, appreciated in every way possible, and with Daichi, it was . “You couldn’t have let me say I love you first, huh?”
“ Hah,” the rumbling laugh that travelled through his body made him smile contentedly. Daichi grins childishly— proudly , and fuck, he loves this man. “—you took the first confession, it’s just fair that I get the serious one.”
“The serious one?” He spluttered, thumping his hand on the other man’s chest. The action just sets him to a round of laughter that he couldn’t even get embarrassed—or mad about. “You know how much it took for me to come here and say that I like you? I took the fastest train! Isn’t that serious? ”
“Uh, eight thousand yen?” Daichi pitches, shrugging. “I prefer the bus. Scenic route.”
“You would. And you’re missing… five thousand there,” Tetsurou says, poking him. “ Thirteen thousand yen.”
Daichi winces sympathetically at his wallet. “Should’ve taken the bus. Infinitely cheaper.”
“I wanted to meet you already,” Tetsurou reminds him, burrowing his face onto Daichi’s neck. To hell with pillows for now—nothing else would compare. “Money didn’t matter.”
Both of them became quiet, before a shaky hand cards through his hair again. “And you just got promoted to your dream job,” Daichi whispers softly, as gentle as the hum of the night that embraces them. “I’m so proud of you. You’ve waited so long and worked hard for it too.”
As Daichi presses a kiss to his temple, he thinks it’s not just the job he was referring to—and it makes him smile. Daichi’s breathing peters out to a soft, timid snore after that, a small sound that seems to mingle with the hushed lullaby of the atmosphere, blanketing him with a promise of a restful night.
The journey he had recklessly and impulsively made towards Miyagi would, no doubt, earn the ire of his family and friends, whom he had only informed of his unplanned trip as a second thought.
But even the universe seemed to have urged him on, as he set out for Miyagi. No delays in train schedule, no traffic, no meddlesome people. All throughout the trip, he was just reminded of Daichi, the man who had occupied every single thought in his mind for the past month; Daichi, who had sent him a congratulatory, enthusiastic text seconds after informing everyone that he cared about his promotion; Daichi, who had hesitantly opened his door when Tetsurou had planted himself upon his doorstep and exclaimed his love for him.
Just Daichi, who had said that he loves him back, with every word, with every breath, with every kiss.
The moon shines brightly behind the clouds, an iridescent halo across the window. A gentle reminder that he must sleep; that, once the sun peeks out of the mountains once again, it will bring more to come, just as how the moon brought him a new beginning.
Tetsurou settles into his dreams, and looks forward to the morning sunrise.