Sleep With Me [Kuroken]

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A tangle of limbs, messy hair, the slight shift of the bedsheets as the sunlight poured through the bedroom window and pulled them out of slumber – they woke up like this every day.

The dark-haired boy let out a loud yawn, smiling when he heard the sound of fingers furiously tapping away on buttons.

"Morning, sunshine," Kuroo pulled the smaller boy into his arms where he fit comfortably. They were like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Kenma didn't reply, his mind focusing intently on the gaming console in front of him. Kuroo looked over Kenma's shoulder at the characters jumping around on the screen, much too fast for his eyes to keep up with.

"New game?" he murmured against Kenma's neck, finishing the question with a gentle kiss on the boy's bare skin.

"Mm."

Kuroo chuckled and planted another kiss, followed by another, and another, until they covered every visible inch of Kenma's neck. Kenma paused the game and glanced back at him in mild irritation, holding back a smile when Kuroo looked at him with eyes still half-closed.

"Kuro, stop trying to distract m-" He never got to the end of the sentence.

Their lips connected, soft and sweet, the faint taste of Tanqueray from last night lingering on Kuroo's mouth. Kuroo reached over and swiftly pulled the console out of Kenma's hands, earning a disgruntled groan from its player. Kenma didn't have time to protest – Kuroo had already managed to position himself on top of him, pushing his body into the soft mattress. Kuroo's arms were on either side of Kenma's head, his fingers playing with the strands of Kenma's long hair. Kenma could feel Kuroo's heartbeat against his palm, it accelerated with every kiss and touch. Kuroo's mouth moved from his lips to his jawline, giving Kenma a brief chance to breathe before it returned for a second round.

"Nngh... Kuro," Kenma panted, his lips red and swollen as he pulled away.

"Sorry, am I distracting you?" Kuroo raised an eyebrow, eyes twinkling with mischief. Kenma huffed and sat up, his hands instantly searching for his console hidden within the sheets. His mouth fell open when he saw that the game was still in play.

"You un-paused my game?" he shrieked, causing Kuroo to jump out of his skin.

"I... uh... I don't know what you're talking about..." Kuroo was digging his own grave. He gasped internally when he realized that his finger may have accidentally un-paused it when he set it aside. Kenma looked murderous, and Kuroo felt that if he didn't escape quickly, he would end up with handprints on his cheeks and possibly a missing limb. The chances of that occurring was particularly high considering that it was only eight in the morning and Kenma was definitely not a morning person. Anyone who has ever had to share rooms with him during training camp would know that waking Kenma even just a minute, even a second before 9 a.m. would result in them getting a pillow (or if you were unlucky, a foot) to the face followed by death glares for the rest of the week. There were those few days when Kenma would wake up earlier than the rest, but that didn't mean he was willing to get out of bed before that time.

Kuroo ran fast, alright. Bolted out of there like he was trying to win gold at the Olympics. Kenma was in hot pursuit, absolutely terrifying with the blanket still wrapped around him and over his head. They kept going until they both landed on the living room floor, Kenma struggling to crawl out from underneath the white material tightly hugging his body and Kuroo struggling to remove his ankle from Kenma's grasp.

"Oi, Kenma!" Kuroo yelled, frantically kicking at the air. He froze when he heard a peculiar sound originating from beneath the sheet. He cautiously bent down and pulled it back to find Kenma in a fit of giggles with his hand over his mouth. Kuroo felt his heart melt.