Poor kid. Tsukishima's eyes will adjust eventually, though, and in the meantime Bokuto doesn't mind seeing a bit of the first year unguarded like this. Even disadvantaged as he is in the dark, Tsukki hardly emotes at all -- so a delicate little twitch or flicker at his lips feels like some kind of perverse, private show Bokuto's not even sure he's paid the right admission for.
Yeah. This blond's a lot like Akaashi, he decides. But maybe not quite as resistant to being taken apart...
"Good," Bokuto hums, hands venturing around to give Tsukishima's backside a little grope. "Get more of your ass onto this shelf thing -- s'easier if you aren't holding yourself up."
Also easier if he can keep Tsukki's legs nice and spread, which Bokuto supposes ought to go without saying. Instead he lets his fingers trail back up to the elastic bands of the first year's shorts and starts easing them down his hips. Not all the way, just enough for Tsukishima's bare ass to meet the workbench ledge and leave things easier to slip off once he's seated.
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Yeah. This blond's a lot like Akaashi, he decides. But maybe not quite as resistant to being taken apart...
"Good," Bokuto hums, hands venturing around to give Tsukishima's backside a little grope. "Get more of your ass onto this shelf thing -- s'easier if you aren't holding yourself up."
Also easier if he can keep Tsukki's legs nice and spread, which Bokuto supposes ought to go without saying. Instead he lets his fingers trail back up to the elastic bands of the first year's shorts and starts easing them down his hips. Not all the way, just enough for Tsukishima's bare ass to meet the workbench ledge and leave things easier to slip off once he's seated.