He shuffles back onto the T-shirt, not lying down just yet but taking his hands off of Bokuto so he can lean back on them. He's irritated with himself for how much he wants Bokuto to just close the distance between them already so he can grind up against his knee - the entire point of all this messing around with questionable blankets is so that they can do something more involved than what they were doing earlier. Of course he can be be patient and wait for just a few more minutes to see what the owl boy has planned.

At his next words, though, Tsukishima can't hold back a snicker.

"Yes, I know what that is. Are you proposing that we do that? It sounds like you've been watching too many porn videos, Bokuto-san."

Because clearly this must just be like wall-fucking or having sex in odd gymnastic positions - it's supposed to sound hot but nobody actually does it. Right?