( Kuroo clicks his tongue, clearly disappointed. ) Feh. Not even a shimmy? What a waste...

( sincere though his lament may be, it's a poor second to the way his eyes lid half-closed, like it'll help him narrow his focus on Sawamura on display between his legs. a shiver of tangible excitement throbs through him. he felt awkward before, giddy and unsure, but now-- well, Kuroo's generally pretty good at knowing what he wants. still, it's only fair to confirm the stakes on both sides before the match, right?

propping himself on one hand, he leans up and grips Daichi's chin gently, thumb pressed clumsily against his lower lip. )

You sure you still want to play, Sawamura? I won't stop until I win, you know.