Unhealthy obsession (Haikyuu AU)

Chapter 3

Bokuto rolled over between the covers and slowly opened his eyes. A pair of hazel eyes stared back at him.

"Good morning," Kuroo whispered turning to face Bokuto's side.

"Mornin' babe," Bokuto replied hoarsely rubbing his eyes.

He approached Kuroo's body and snuggled up next to him, entangling his legs with his boyfriend's. The golden-eyed man wrapped his arms around Kuroo and hid his face on his chest. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.

Kuroo didn't reply right away. He stroked Bokuto's hairsprayless hair, soft and silky and scented with lemon, and tried to reassure himself with the touch but it was impossible.

"No, I haven't," he replied with a sigh.

Bokuto pulled away slightly from him so he could raise his head and look into his eyes with an innocent and concerned expression on his features. Kuroo caressed his cheek with his fingertips but didn't change his distant and tired expression.

"Why? Are you nervous?" Bokuto asked with a frown.

"A little," Kuroo muttered closing his eyes and dropping his hand on the bed.

"Is it because of the movie?" Bokuto said joining their foreheads in an affectionate gesture.

"Yeah..." Kuroo replied biting his lip. "It's just... Well..."

His attitude was completely different from his attitude the day before. Bokuto had never seen him lose his sleep due to the nerves of shooting a new film. He was always confident, maybe a little too confident on his skills and his presence in front of the camera. But Bokuto liked it, so seeing him nervous was something new.

"Tetsuro, you've recorded a lot of movies," Bokuto said closing his eyes as well but keeping their foreheads together. "You have nothing, nothing to be afraid about."

"This time is different," Kuroo replied with a slight shake of his head. "I've always been a fan of Oikawa, and I'm nervous because I wanna make a good impression. But also..."

Kuroo sighed and stayed quiet for a while, thoughts racing through his head at the speed of light. Bokuto caressed his bare chest while the black-haired man searched up for the right words to speak.

"He's one of the most desirable porn actors, not only in Japan, but all around the world. He's much more famous than I am, and his fans are very overprotective of him. I feel self-confident, I don't wanna think I'm not good enough. I don't know if I'll spoil everything under so much preassure," he said.

"Don't say that," Bokuto whispered.

The golden-eyed boy separated his forehead from Kuroo and hid his face in Kuroo's neck, leaving wet kisses along his tanned skin. Kuroo moaned slightly when he felt Bokuto's tongue stroking him, his teeth trying to bite him.

"No marks, Koutaro," Kuroo said in a shaky and needy voice.

His words said one thing but his body language and tone of voice, along with his hands dragging Bokuto closer to him, called for quite another.

"Fuck," Bokuto whispered a bit frustrated, pulling away from his neck. "I wanna leave your body full of hickeys, why don't you wear makeup in the studio when you record? I want them to see that you're mine," he said with a fiery look.

"It's not nice that lube, semen and sweat mix with makeup," Kuroo replied trying to regain his composure. "The body stays sticky and it doesn't look good on camera, it looks kinda disgusting."

Bokuto grunted. He understood that he couldn't leave marks on his man's body due to the nature of his job, but that didn't make him feel better. It frustrated him so much he felt he wanted to do it anyway.