Tsukishima is still languid - his entire body limp, a far cry from how tense and wound up he was before. His relaxed state is underpinned by a renewed, pronounced sense of want, though, even given how he's still a little sensitive from his first orgasm; his cunt and inner thighs still drenched in come. And it's all because of Bokuto - Bokuto brushing up against him like this and refusing to leave his space. It doesn't help that he can kind of smell his own scent on the other boy's breath.

"If you want to kiss me, just kiss me." His voice is more level, now, deadpan, but not without a hint of flirtatiousness. "You don't have to make up all of this coy nonsense about how I taste good or whatever. Everyone knows that come tastes bad."

(Not like Bokuto was actually trying to be considerate by asking, or that Tsukki knows better about this sort of thing than Bokuto does...)

He slides his hands up Bokuto's back, insinuating his fingers under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his muscles and pulling him a little closer when Bokuto rolls his hips. Bokuto's shorts rub against his nakedness, making his breath hitch, but he also feels a hint of the dampness and warmth underneath and he's suddenly curious. It's not like he's ever touched another bird like this before. He kind of wants to put his hands down Bokuto's pants, but the third year seems to be suggesting something else?

"What? Do I want to do what?" He pushes Bokuto's shirt up further. "Whatever it is, take your shirt off first. It's not fair that I'm the only one standing here half-naked."