The smug grin Bokuto offers in response is positively impish, nose and eyes scrunched up like a schoolchild who's just gotten away with something nasty. Which, Bokuto supposes, he has. Bird he might be, but he's feeling like the cat who got the cream right now.

He swipes his tongue over his lips again, flashing Tsukki another devious smile as he starts picking himself up off his knees. What a stroke of luck that he still had on his kneepads from practice.

"You're a real smartass, aren'tcha," he says, mainly for the sake of filling air, no bite behind his words at all. If anything, he sounds a little fond.

He's still standing in Tsukishima's personal space, between his spread legs so that the first year's crotch is practically brushing against his own, slick and swollen and burning against the fabric of his shorts. Which, Bokuto has to admit, are pretty damp in their own right. He runs his hands over the backs of Tsukki's thighs, nails no longer dragging into the skin, instead trying to create a little friction between their groins.

"Want a taste? You taste pretty good." He fully expects Tsukishima to say no, kissing after oral usually grosses people out the first time, but at the very least he's gotta tease a little. "Or do ya wanna--?"

Bokuto's not actually sure of the technical term for what he's suggesting, with the little roll of his hips. All he knows is it feels great, rubbing against another bird. Especially when they're both swollen up and wet like this~