amsterdamned | (open post: love shack)

If I was leching, you'd know. For example, my eyebrows would probably be waggling suggestively, ( like this, ) and I'd be doing a way better job of getting your pants off.

( possibly by spilling beer on them, like thi-- ok no, he's not that desperate. yet.

Kuroo lounges back with a shit-eating grin and nudges him with his knee. ) Any signals I'm missing?

[ despite his best effort to keep a straight face, his face falls into a disbelieving half smile, something that almost might be hopeful. he hadn't really thought about doing anything with kuroo-- no, that's not true, it's more like he cuts those fantasies off before they can get bad.

still though, this little rant begs a lot of questions, and daichi wants to ask them before they do anything that they are really, really going to regret come the morning. daichi doesn't leave until tomorrow night after all, and he'd rather not move that up. ]

Why don't you backtrack to the part where you admitted you invited me down here to get my pants off.

( Kuroo actually panics for second, replaying the last few minutes of conversation in his head. this is tricky, because he's well buzzed by now and that makes concentration very difficult, but he's still pretty sure that Sawamura is making shit up. )

I-- when did I say anything of the kind?! ( although, on the other hand-- ) Is that your wishful thinking speaking, Sawamura-kun?

( if so: fuckin' jackpot. Kenma wil never believe he pulled this off. )

[ if he were a kinder person, daichi would write off the momentary confusion and the hesitation all over kuroo's face as a side effect of all that beer. too bad daichi has no mercy at all, especially because of the beer. ]

I think you're the only one wishful thinking, otherwise you wouldn't've brought up getting into my pants at all, Kuroo-kun.

[ daichi easily matches kuroo's obnoxious fucking tone, dying to see how flustered kuroo can get. ]

( tch. he should've known Sawamura'd have a comeback at the ready.

Kuroo assumes his loftiest expression. )

It was an example of common lecherousnesses, Sawamura, an example. Or is showing a bit of ankle still considered flirting where you're from? ( his smirk widens, snide. ) If so, what should I make of you always turning up in shorts? What a harlot.

[ daichi holds the deadest stare, raising his eyebrow at kuroo. it's a pretty good try, but not ine daichi can't handle. ]

So do you, hell, you don't even wear kneepads. Bringing up all this lecher talk that makes you like... [ he airly waves a hand, trying to grasp the right word. ] the biggest harlot.

( kneepads? is this some kind of weird fetish, Sawamura-- because he can accommodate that.

he carefully catches Daichi's hand before it can smack him in the face, and that's gonna be his firm excuse about why he's holding it. )

Wow, so eloquent. You're almost as smart as me when you're drunk, huh? ( Kuroo snickers, and never mind that he's poking fun at himself here, too. ) Of course I'm a giant harlot. This is the big city; that's what it's for.

( u hick )

[ it just means he's showing off way more leg!!

daichi tries not to stare at kuroo holding his hand because really, it's totally not a big deal. just two dudes being friends. for sure. ]

I take that as an insult, you know. [ he huffs, annoyed ] If that's what the city's for, no wonder I don't live here.

( what hand. just forget it exists, Sawamura, and we never have to admit this ever happened. it's a win-win!

Kuroo presses his free hand over his heart and attempts to reel. it's slightly offset by the fact that he does actually start to fall and has to use his grip on this mysterious hand to right himself. what a suave guy. )

I'm so hurt! If I knew you were going to be hell-bent on breaking my heart, I would never've invited you down, you know. ( the jackal grin returns. ) Ahh-- but you'll be living here soon enough, won't you? Best get used to it sooner than later, Sawamura. You're already halfway to trollop-dom.

[ oh my god kuroo, if he wasn't gripping so tightly daichi would've let him drop instead of steadying him back up on the couch. ]

There's always time to change my mind before I let you corrupt me any further you know.

[ he's talking about college, really, no double meanings or things to look deeper into as daichi still holds onto kuroo's hand. ]

( rude?? )

At least give corruption a try before you run away from it. Where's the harm in that~?

( yeah this is totally a conversation about tertiary education and not about dudes holding hands on couches, drunk, and badly attempting to flirt. at all. )

Isn't the saying curiosity killed the cat? No thanks.

( oh, Sawamura, you sweet summer child, Kuroo thinks. and then, because he's more than a little tipsy, he actually says it out loud. )

Oh, Sawamura, you sweet summer child, ( he uses Daichi's own hand to pretend to wipe away these fake tears, ) don't you know how the rest of the saying goes??

( --actually, how does it go?? ah, that's right. Kuroo leans in, grinning. there are crocodiles who would be jealous of this expression. )

'Satisfaction brought it back~'

Excuse me?! [ who calls anyone a sweet summer child anymore, oh my god. daichi just gives kuroo a disbelieving look.

it would be too easy to lose that look too, especially when kuroo leans in so close, grinning like he does, but daichi holds his ground. he's stared down worse.

(though to be fair, none of those things made his heart pound like this.) ]

That's pretty boastful of you to assume all that.

( what, would you prefer he just call you a hot piece of ass???

this time Kuroo aims for innocent, which is such a foreign look on his face it's probably ridiculous, but still. a man must try. )

I assume nothing, merely stating the facts. Are you really getting flustered over an idiom, Sawamura?

[ at least then this situation would be more clear!! cause kuroo right now looks about as innocent as a cat who just threw up on his owner's pillow. it sets daichi on edge, not sure what to make of .... everything, especially after a few drinks. ]

...Was that really all it was?

( Kuroo wants to wince. there's a time and place for simple honesty, and he'd rather it not come up when he's trying to keep his heart off his sleeve.

well, if you can't kill a spike, you deflect it instead. that's how defence works - layers, complementing layers that keep the ball in play so it doesn't fall on your side of the court. he leans back; his fingers tug slightly where they're tangled with Sawamura's, ready to sweep up or give way at need. )

Why are you asking me? You started it.

[ daichi wants to snap back i didn't start anything, but he snaps his mouth shut. he keeps his hand in kuroo's. there's a time and place for defense, but attacking is the only way to win. if he doesn't push forward, he'll never see where this trail ends. ]

And you're the one who kept it going instead of letting it drop.

[ he searches kuroo's face for something to give him a hint, trying to figure the best place to push through. ]

( a fun little back-and-forth salvo is degenerating into something more complicated and uncomfortable by the second. Kuroo clicks his tongue and looks away; if Sawamura's asking him to behave, he's sure doing it in a roundabout fashion. well, whatever!!

he does his best to remain snidely neutral, but there's disappointment clear in his tone as he replies: ) I figured you knew me better than to think I would in the first place.

Hm, true.

[ he picks up the odd intent in kuroo's tone, trying to ignore how it makes his heart stop for a beat. this is all touching on way too sensitive nerves, and daichi really doesn't feel like fucking around on them.

he threads his fingers through kuroo's, thoughtful and slow. ] But I don't know you well enough to figure out exactly why you invited me here.

( Kuroo's attention shifts to the deliberate way Daichi increases contact, and he swallows hard. )

Would you believe it was out of the goodness of my heart? ( the question is obviously idle: Daichi's not stupid. he knows well enough by now that Kuroo can definitely be kind - benevolent, even. he should also know that Kuroo's efficient, and that any opportunity he gives away conceals an opportunity for himself. it's not about equal gain, it's about not wasting time.

well, he's been wasting a lot of time this evening, hasn't he?

Kuroo looks up from beneath the veil of his lashes, calculating. ) Or maybe, because I like your company? ( that's not a lie, but it's not exactly a confession, either, and when Sawamura's being so bold it's cowardly of him to keep up the smoke-and-mirrors act. Kuroo sighs, brnging their joined hands to his lips and kissing Daichi's knuckles experimentally. )

How far do I have'ta reach out before you meet me halfway?

[ each question has easy answers - of course kuroo is kind, even if does his best to keep it hidden behind a smug smile and twisted layers. of course kuroo likes his company, otherwise they wouldn't have spent so much time together at training camps, and so much time texting. the question is how much does it mean to kuroo, if it means the same thing as it does to daichi.

so when kuroo kisses his knuckles his eyes go wide, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. oh.

so it's like that, thank god. ]

Meet you halfway? [ daichi's face falls from disbelief to smiling to a sharp cut grin that would make kuroo proud, leaning in so their foreheads touch. it's heady, it's terrifying, and daichi squeezes kuroo's hand as he braces himself for the drop. ]

I came all the way down to see you didn't I?

( devious does look good on Sawamura, and Kuroo regrets that every time he has to witness the guy bending over in shorts. he bares his teeth in defense but it's pretty obvious he's fronting, tugging harder at Daichi now that he's so close. their foreheads clash but - more importantly - their mouths meet. Kuroo sighs against him. they both taste like cheap beer and youthful impetuousness. it's somewhat refreshing. )

That doesn't mean anything by itself, ( he points out, and kisses him again for heady good measure. ) I'm obviously Tokyo's best tour guide, after all.

[ it's a rough kiss, more of a bump of faces if he's honest, but it still lights up daichi's nerves and makes him grin. he can't believe his luck.

friends, he reminds himself, there are boundaries here that kuroo will probably need him respect come morning, but still, daichi lets himself lose that thought for now as he steals one more kiss. ]

I dunno about that, do good tour guides get people drunk in their house?

Only the best ones, obviously.

( it's like the brakes have come loose: Kuroo wrestles his hand free and grabs Daichi clumsily by the face and holds him at kissable range. there's probably more comfortable ways to do this - there are definitely more comfortable ways to do this - but Kuroo's damned if he'll let up long enough to move around. he's far too greedy for such expedience. )

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