Terushima loved his tiny gamer boyfriend. He liked how the boy would sit on his lap, a console in his hands, and his back pressed to his torso. It was always a pleasure for him to snitch his own hands inside the pockets of Kenma's hoodie, hugging him tightly. They had a hard time with PDA at first, but now it was almost always an automatism. In every crowded place they attended, the light blond would hurry to sit on his knees and make himself comfortable. Tonight was the case, as they were in a college party Oikawa and Iwaizumi threw in their big apartment.

The former captain of Johzenji was in the middle of a conversation with the owners of the place and some others, making his fingers glide over Kozume's stomach through the fabric of the inside of his pocket. The boy shifted, his back pressing harder against Yuuji's chest. Understanding that he was asking him to lay complete against the couch's back, the latter let him do so. But that wasn't what he meant, guessing by how he kept wriggling.

"- You're okay, Kenma ? Daichi asked from his sit across of the couple. You're a bit red."

Leaning forward to take a look at his lover's face, Terushima tighten his grip on his waist. It was true, his little kitten was blushing, his breathing uneven, and his hands couldn't hold his DS properly anymore as they shook. A quick glance confirmed to the pierced man that he had lost his game. They locked eyes and the taller one saw how dilated the other's pupils were. Hurrying to stand up, he excused them both to their friends, saying that they were going to search for some water.

Instead, they ended up in the bathroom.

"- What is it, Kitten ? the spike-haired one smoothly asked, grinning.

- I-I…

- Come on, cat got your tongue ?"

He couldn't help but tease as he watched Kenma's ears turn red too. The smaller was biting his bottom lip, eyes never meeting his boyfriend's ones.

"- I… I liked what you did with your fingers." he confessed, head hanging down.

The other blond was slightly surprised, clearly not waiting for this answer. He quickly caught a hold of himself though, his grin turning mischievous. Slowly, he came closer to Kozume. With a finger under his chin, he tilted his head up again. His other hand found its way back to the blessed pocket.

"- Oya ? Is that so ? he hummed, his face only centimeters away from the other boy's one.

- Yuuji… We're-we're at a part-" the former setter of Nekoma tried to plead before a mouth crashed on his.

A whole body pressed against his own, maintaining him in place. He heard the sound of a lock and opened his eyes to see Terushima's hand recoiling from the door's handle.

"- See, nobody's gonna come in now. Not that you're too reluctant to do anything, huh."

He was right, of course. In that position he could perfectly feel Kenma's aroused crotch brushing against his inner thigh. Furthermore, the bleach blond couldn't deny the gasps escaping his lips with every stroke of his lover's digits.