Hello! Before you start reading here's a little warning:

This fic contains explicit sexual contents and light bondage/BDSM. Viewer discretion advised.

I wrote this fic because I need Tsukkiyama porn to keep me saneeeeeee. Don't worry, there will be porn in every chapters ;)

Chapter 1

Yamaguchi couldn't remember precisely when he started to keep his eyes on his boss. Even since the first day he was admitted, he knew there was this weird air going around the blonde, but he just keep looking anyway. From the way he stood while waiting for his coffee, the small movements of his fingers as he skimmed through documents and the way his golden eyelashes fluttered close when he was sleepy; Yamaguchi noticed all of it. Tsukishima Kei was the gem of their office. He was young and talented, and girls fret over him all the time—even though none of them seemed to catch his attention. Yamaguchi was jealous of him; of his life, his looks, and his achievements.

But lately, he realized, there was more to it than just a mere jealousy.

"What is it?" A pair of piercing golden eyes glared hole into his skull, questioning him silently.

He flinched slightly on his seat, nervously lacing his fingers together. "Oh—uh, n-nothing!"

"Hm," The blonde in front of him adjusted his glasses and brought his gaze back to the documents at his hand.

Yamaguchi bowed his head in resignation when an awkward silence hung in the air. For a while, there was no sound except for the occasional rustling of paper against paper and the ticking of clock that sounded like as if they affronted Yamaguchi. After a fleeting moment of despair, Yamaguchi brave himself to look up again, watching his supervisor discreetly.

He's… really hot.

"Alright," His supervisor said, raising his head and Yamaguchi looked down instantaneously, trying to hide his face. "This is good, but there are a few unnecessary things I'd like you to throw out."

"Ah…" Yamaguchi lifted his face. "I-I see."

The blonde angled his head to the side and lifted his chin. Yamaguchi felt so small under those sharp, intimidating eyes. "Come see me again after office hour."

"Eh?" Yamaguchi leaned back into the couch and stared at his boss wide-eyed.

Tsukishima placed the document on the corner of his desk and stood up. "Don't forget."

Yamaguchi excused himself not long after that.

"I'm so gonna get scolded," Yamaguchi heaved out a desperate sigh while waiting for the coffee machine to warm up. Standing next to him, a petite blonde girl with shoulder-length hair smiled sympathetically at him.

"Aww, but he did say you did good, right?" She patted his back soothingly. "It won't be that bad, don't worry about it, Yamaguchi."

"Yachi-san…" Yamaguchi easily let a smile slipped out his lips.

"But you know," Yachi brought her mug to her mouth. "Tsukishima-san isn't one to ask his subordinate for private meeting, so…" She trailed off, prying her gaze away.

"Ehh?!" Yamaguchi backed away in panic. "B-but—I—"

"A-ah sorry Yamaguchi!" the girl looked almost as frantic as he was as he tried to calm him down. "T-that's not what I meant at all! Y-you know maybe Tsukishima-san saw something… in you."

For some odd reasons, the statement made Yamaguchi blush. "O-okay." He stuttered.

"Ya-yamaguchi…?" Yachi peered up at him worriedly.

There was a ding from the coffee machine that startled the two of them. Yamaguchi reached for his steaming hot mug of thick, black liquid. "But… Tsukishima-san, he scares me… a little." He plunged three cubes of sugar inside of his mug. "At the same time… he's also really cool." He eyed his coffee and he could feel himself relax a little.

Yachi eased up as well. "Then it's all okay, right?" She beamed at him. "I'm so proud for you, Yamaguchi!"

"Yeah… Thanks, Yachi-san." Yamaguchi smiled back at her, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. They were walking back to their station when the main office room opened up and a tall dude with dark, chaotic hair walked outside, followed by an irritated-looking Tsukishima. Yamaguchi tensed up immediately, and he could feel Yachi twitching next to him.

"P-President. G-good afternoon." Yachi stammered tensely, and Yamaguchi followed suit, bowing his head.

The raven-haired man grinned at the two of them as he greeted them back. "Yo, I hope this dude here is takin' care of ya'll nicely." He sniggered, gesturing at Tsukishima, who only seemed to frown worse.

"What's that supposed to mean, Kuroo." He grumbled.

"Uh, don't address me like them in front of them," Kuroo groaned.

Yamaguchi took his time to steal secret glances at the blonde quietly. As if he could feel he was being watched, Tsukishima turned to look at him, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Yamaguchi looked away at the exact moment and bowed curtly before taking Yachi's arm and leave.

Aw man. I'm screwed.

Evening came faster that day, and Yamaguchi couldn't stop shaking on his chair. It's not that he had never received a scolding before, it just that somehow his dangerously attractive boss had found his way deep inside his mind, and the last thing he wanted was to be despised by him. All these corrupted thoughts contaminated his mind and he couldn't stop thinking about that the whole afternoon. His coworkers disappeared one by one and it got darker quicker than he'd expected.

After finishing his shift and tidying up his station, he straightened his suit and fixed his unruly hair in front of the bathroom mirror.

What am I doing?!

He's… he's just going to review my proposal, that's it, right?

He could feel his cheeks getting warmer, so he splashed water on his face.

Stay calm, Yamaguchi. He's your boss after all.

After a few minutes of calming himself down and assuring himself that it was going to be okay, he took a deep breath and stormed outside of the bathroom. He stopped in front of the door leading to Tsukishima's office room and knocked tentatively before opening up slowly. Inside he could see the blonde, seated up neatly on his desk, working on something with his computer.

Yamaguchi peeked from behind the door. "Ah, Um…"

"You sure take your time," Tsukishima said sharply, sending Yamaguchi to immediately straighten up. He stepped inside and slowly closed the door behind him. He stood idly by the door, looking at his feet and he could feel the way his heart was practically jumping up and down inside of his chest.

"M-my apologies," Yamaguchi muttered quietly.

Tsukishima looked up at him with a straight look on his face. He adjusted his glasses slightly. "Sit down."

Yamaguchi complied, making his way to the posh couch just in the middle of the room. Tsukishima spent quite a few minutes on his computer, ignoring Yamaguchi completely before turning it off and standing up. He raked his hand through his hair and loosened up his tie. Even when he looked worn-out and disorganized like that, Yamaguchi still found him hot and he couldn't help but stare. With a huff, the blonde collected the papers Yamaguchi had admitted and strode to the middle of the room. Upon his arrival, Yamaguchi cast his eyes downward, his hands clasped together nervously. Tsukishima seated himself on the couch across of him, leaning back on the cushion leisurely. He crossed his legs as he skimmed through the document before placing it down on the coffee table in front of them. Yamaguchi brought his attention back to his team manager and to the file.

"Th-thank you." He said quietly, taking the papers in hand. He examined carefully, noting the occasional crosses, circles and corrections written in red ink. They weren't that many, he noticed, and some of them were really small or just an alteration of unnecessary errors, but Yamaguchi couldn't help but to be in awe. Tsukishima's corrections were precise and thorough, and he even spotted every little small details. He was too perfect, in Yamaguchi's opinion. A human being shouldn't be this perfect. He let out a small, sheepish grin and stole a quick glance at the blonde—who was glaring daggers at him. Yamaguchi winced, bringing his gaze back to his papers as quickly as possible.

"You did well," Tsukishima supplied casually.

"Um… Thank you very much, Tsukishima-san." Yamaguchi bowed his head and stared at Tsukishima not-so-subtly. As always, Tsukishima's eyes were pretty as they were menacing, and Yamaguchi felt so small and weak under his eyes cold stare. Not like he minded.

Please keep those eyes on me forever Tsukishima-san…

Wait—what the hell am I thinking?!

Get yourself together Tadashi!

Yamaguchi grimaced. He ought to stop daydreaming when he wasn't completely alone these days.

"Yamaguchi." The way his name was voiced from those amazingly attractive lips sent shiver through his entire body. It was low, and refined, and arousing in the way Yamaguchi could never explain it. It was at that exact moment Yamaguchi knew he was fucked.

"Y-Yes!?" He answered a little too loud, startling the both of them. Tsukishima shot him a rather confounded look.

"…You've only started working here for like, five months, right?" Tsukishima asked.

"F-Five months and a half, actually!" Yamaguchi sputtered out of nervousness, in which he regretted almost immediately.

"…Right." Tsukishima raised an eyebrow at him. "So, how do you feel, these past five months? Do you like it here?" He queried. It sounded a little cold and forced, since Tsukishima wasn't exactly that much of a social kind of guy, Yamaguchi remarked.

He relaxed and melt into the couch slowly, the tension seeping outside of his bone. "I-I like it here…" He fiddled with his fingers, smiling unconsciously. "The coworkers… they're really nice, and um… very supportive."

"I see." Tsukishima regarded. "Then… what do you think about me?" He asked out of the blue, surprising Yamaguchi on his seat. The brunette ogled at him wide-eyed, his mouth opened and closed in search for words.

"Y—you're a good team manager," He tried to sound calm, it wasn't like his boss would find out his no-so-subtle admiration toward him, anyway, right? Right? "You're very capable and detailed, a-and it's an honor, to be… working for you."

Tsukishima cocked his head to the side, his expression icy cold as he let out a quiet hum. He didn't look like he was satisfied with that answer. Yamaguchi fidgeted more on his seat.

Oh my god

Oh my god, did I say something wrong?!

The silence grew on him, weighing his shoulders. He whacked his brain for some more intelligent answers when Tsukishima suddenly called on him, again.

"Yamaguchi," the blonde scoffed and tipped his chin in a conceited manner, leering at his underling with a dark expression on his face. Yamaguchi freeze immediately, finding himself unable to tear his gaze away. "Do you really think these past few months I wouldn't notice your longing eyes on me?"

And right at that exact moment, Yamaguchi wanted to die.

"You weren't really hiding it… or were you?" Tsukishima continued in a mocking tone. The twisted grin on his lips only served to grow wider when he saw Yamaguchi went paler and paler. He balled his fists tightly, his hands shaking on his laps and he could feel cold sweat trickling down his skin.

"Wh-what are you—"

"Don't make me laugh." Tsukishima cut him off sharply, the smile now long gone from his face, replaced by a look of superiority. "You weren't even trying to be subtle about it."

Yamaguchi's mouth hung open, and he found himself unable to form coherent words, or any words, in that matter.

I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm so fucking done.

"I—I'm s-sorr—" Yamaguchi nervously trailed off but he lost his words almost immediately, with the way his pulse quickened and resounding in his ears. What was he sorry for? Sorry for staring? Sorry you're so hot? Sorry for being gay? The thoughts jumbled on his head, raising his anxiety level.

Tsukishima shifted and sat straight, his hands clasped together in front of him with a playful smile ghosting on his lips. "Are you really, now?"

Yamaguchi bit back his tears.

In front of him, Tsukishima stood up from his seat, causing Yamaguchi to flinch. The blonde hopped across the table to Yamaguchi's side, and the brunette backed away, his back flat to the couch. He eyed his boss with a puzzled look written on his face. Fear crawling down his skin as the taller lad approached him, his golden eyes quietly judging him.

"Yamaguchi." Tsukishima reached out his arm and Yamaguchi shut his eyes close at the gesture. He was expecting Tsukishima to roughly pull at his collar or slap him at that point, but instead he felt cold fingers tracing patterns on the skin of his neck. His eyes snapped open, and he could see Tsukishima's face just a few inches from his, the blonde was leaning down to his level, a grin adorning his face.

But there wasn't a tiny bit trace of kindness on his eyes.

"Yamaguchi," Tsukishima opened his mouth to say his name again, and Yamaguchi found it hard to not to look at the way his lips moved. "You like me, don't you?"

Yamaguchi swallowed thickly. He blinked repeatedly, his throat suddenly very dry.

Tsukishima observed him, lifting his face. "I thought as much," He muttered as he climbed onto the couch with his knees between Yamaguchi's legs. He crawled to the brunette's laps, his other hand finding its way to his freckled cheek. "Well, you're not that bad."

"Tsu-Tsukishima-san what are you—"Tsukishima thumbed on Yamaguchi's lips, prying it open as he closed the distance between them with a messy, languid kiss. Yamaguchi kept his eyes wide open; his head was unable to register the event surrounding him. Tsukishima's insistent fingers kept his mouth uncluttered as he hungrily slipped his tongue inside Yamaguchi's mouth, lapping on his tongue. Yamaguchi tried to pull away but the grip Tsukishima had on him was strong, and the way their mouth fit each other's perfectly weakened him. He couldn't suppress the moan forming at the back of his throat. The inside of Tsukishima's mouth was warm and taste a little like alcohol. Yamaguchi gave up on resisting.

When Tsukishima pulled back, a tint of red was visible on his pale skin, and spit dribbled down his chin. It was everything Yamaguchi saw in his midnight fantasies and more.

Yamaguchi's eyes were blurry with desire and it was hard to focus with how fast his heartbeat resonating inside his head. He stared at Tsukishima in wonder, his parted lips red and swollen and moist. "Tsukishima-san…" He breathed out.

Tsukishima leered at him in dominance and slid his thumb inside of Yamaguchi's mouth, caressing the flat of his tongue, making his digits slick with spit. "Don't call me that, it's turning me off." He clicked his tongue.

Yamaguchi sucked and licked on the blonde's fingers indolently, burying the taste deep inside his head. "S-So..rry," He choked on his words. "Tsu—Tsukki,"

"Hm? What's that?" Tsukishima drew his fingers back, pressing his body forward until they're flushed together.

Yamaguchi was unable to say anything at that point, so he let out a small, pathetic groan as a sign of his neediness. He could feel the pressure building up at his groin and the way the inside of his stomach twirl with pleasure. "Tsukki," He urged, his voice thick with arousal.

"Is that my new pet name?" Tsukishima tilted his head.

"N—no! I—"Yamaguchi snapped out of his daze and shook his head frantically, but Tsukishima caressed his cheek soothingly.

"Somehow, I'm okay with that," Tsukishima whispered with a smile that melt Yamaguchi's heart. "Tell me what you want, Yamaguchi," he continued in a low, seductive tone that sent Yamaguchi's groin to the edge.

Yamaguchi looked up at Tsukishima's dark, hungry eyes, desire finding its way to his core. He gulped, swallowing the lump in his throat as he braced himself. "Um… K-Kiss me…?"

Tsukishima obliged immediately, not wasting even a single second. The blonde brought their lips together in a soft, chaste kiss, completely different from before, but as Tsukishima brought his hand to Yamaguchi's hair, he began to pull it rather roughly, his teeth grazing on Yamaguchi's lips.

Yamaguchi tasted blood. He didn't care.

Not when Tsukishima was eating on his face like it was the only thing that mattered.

His skull hurt a little from where Tsukishima was hauling on his hair, and he was rendered breathless with the way the blonde sealed their mouth locked. The pain felt like bliss to him, making him shudder underneath the touch. Yamaguchi raised his arms, his hands finding their way to Tsukishima's back, but then the blonde stopped. He stopped kissing him and drew his face back.

Yamaguchi looked up, confusion written all over his face.

"Your hands," Tsukishima hissed; his expression darkened. "Keep your hands down." He ordered, and with a yelp, Yamaguchi did as told. "Good," Tsukishima said at his obedience and gently caressed Yamaguchi's flushed cheek. He leaned it again, licking the blood away from the brunette's lips.

Yamaguchi could feel the tightness building inside his pants, and it hurt more than it should. He lurched forward, grinding his hips against Tsukishima's.

"Ah. Already?" Tsukishima sneered and seated himself on top of Yamaguchi. He palmed the brunette's crotch and moved his hand in a slow, steady motion.

Yamaguchi threw his head back and whined weakly, his strength gradually leaving his body. "Tsu—Tsukishima-san,"

Tsukishima's hand stopped altogether, and his face soured once again. Yamaguchi brought his hands to his mouth apologetically. "Tsukki," He sighed.

"That's it," Tsukishima whispered to his ear, his breath was warm against his skin, giving Yamaguchi Goosebumps. The blonde nipped at the skin on Yamaguchi's neck, biting and sucking at a spot. Yamaguchi wailed in pleasure, curling his toes.

As Tsukishima pulled back, he unbuckled his belt hurriedly and lifted Yamaguchi's hips in one fluid motion. He placed the freckled man's legs on either side of his shoulders as he struggled to unbutton his subordinate's pants.

Realizing what he was about to do, Yamaguchi panicked immediately. "W-wait Tsuki—we're—are we really going to…" He trailed off, his voice stuck on his throat.

"Yeah, we are." Tsukishima stated simply, not taking a no for an answer, it seemed.

"B-but—"Tsukishima silenced Yamaguchi with a glare that pierced through his soul—or his cock to be completely honest. Yamaguchi closed his lips into a thin line and pried his gaze away anxiously. It wasn't that he'd never fuck a guy before, it just that none of them were ever as hot as his boss—who he thought he would never have any chance with—but now there he was, nestled under the blonde's arms, his legs wide open. God, nothing in the world could compare to this.

"Okay," Yamaguchi said quietly.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Tsukishima's lips. He pulled on his tie, letting it loose and held it with one of his hands. "Then, can you do me favor?"

"Eh?" Yamaguchi looked up. "Uh, Alright..?"

"Place you wrists together in front of you." Tsukishima commanded. Yamaguchi innocently did as told without any questioning; his thoughts were already hazy and indistinct with urges.

Using his coal black necktie, Tsukishima tied Yamaguchi's wrists together in a rather complicated looking knot skillfully, and it took a while before Yamaguchi was able to register what was happening.

By then, his hands were long bonded together firmly. "W—wait what… why are you doing this?" he struggled to move his wrists, but his movements were limited.

"Get used to it," Tsukishima said after pulling the end of the tie with his teeth for one last measurement.

Yamaguchi pityingly looked down at his bonded hands, but Tsukishima raised his chin and indulged him with another messy, open-mouthed kiss. It was wet and raw, and damn Tsukishima could kiss damn well. When Tsukishima palmed him through his boxer, he let his moan to be swallowed by the blonde, his tied up hands finding their way to the front of Tsukishima's button-up shirt, clutching at it slightly in desperation. "Mm,"

"It's really leaking," Tsukishima murmured against his lips, pulling Yamaguchi's boxer down. As a result, the cold air found its way to his throbbing cock, causing him to shudder.

"A-ah," Yamaguchi let out a shaky breath, screwing his eyes shut when Tsukishima touched at the base lightly. Tsukishima swiped his thumb at the head, wiping away the precum.

"You got excited over a kiss?" Tsukishima asked in a sardonic manner, seizing the base with his hand as he began to stroke up and down.

Yamaguchi's hands faltered and he sighed, "B-because," he gasped when Tsukishima flicked his wrist expertly. "Because… it's you,"

"Because, you're a little bitch," Tsukishima corrected with a smile. "That's why."

Yamaguchi opened his eyes, his mouth hanging open as he looked at Tsukishima in stunned silence. He was brought whining once again when Tsukishima tightened his clench on the guy's dick.

"This is a rather uncomfortable position." Tsukishima commented quietly and drew his body back, shifting Yamaguchi to lay flat on his back at the couch, his head resting on the armrest. Yamaguchi just went with it silently, his eyes following every movement Tsukishima made.

Tsukishima hovered above him, the blonde's hands and knees confined him. Their faces were almost touching, and he could feel Tsukishima's warm and steady breath on his ear. His wrists are starting to sting from the pain, but he didn't care, not the slightest.

"Raise your hips," Tsukishima ordered, and he did just as so, bringing his legs to rest his broad shoulders just like the previous position.

"Suck it." Tsukishima thumbed on his mouth, pressing his digits in, and Yamaguchi took his fingers gradually, licking and sucking at the members.

He could feel Tsukishima's hard-on from behind the cloth and it got him excited, somewhat.

Tsukishima pulled his fingers out, leaving trails of spit dribbling down from Yamaguchi's mouth. He lowered his own pants, and Yamaguchi could feel his dick from behind the fabric of his boxer pressing on his crotch, making him tremble at the sensation.

Tsukishima's fingers reached his entrance, causing him to flinch. He circled his digit around the red, swollen hole before pressing one in.

"Hya—" Yamaguchi squeaked and shut his mouth shut almost immediately, but it didn't take long before he let out another breathless groan. "Mmh—Tsukki—It's,"

"It got in pretty fast." Tsukishima mused while working another finger in. He bent his fingers against Yamaguchi's walls, and the brunette moaned. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

Yamaguchi could feel his face heat up in shame. Why did he choose to be embarrassed now, of all times? "Y-yes, I'm sorry, ah—Tsukishima-san,"

Tsukishima scissored his fingers to loosen Yamaguchi up before adding one more. Yamaguchi squirmed, his mouth gaping open.

Tsukishima's fingers were cold and slick inside of him, moving so languorously, driving Yamaguchi to the edge. "That's enough I'm—"

"You don't get to make demand." Tsukishima hissed, pulling on Yamaguchi's hair with his other hand. "If you need something, beg like you mean it."

Yamaguchi's jaws slacked. He gawked at Tsukishima in tremor before avoiding his eyes. Screwing his eyes shut, he could feel the weight of Tsukishima's gaze on him. "P-please," He murmured softly, feeling his face burn.

"Hm?"Tsukishima hummed, leaning in until their lips brushed.

"Please put it inside me, Tsu-Tsukishima-san," He whined weakly, his hips started to ache terribly.

Tsukishima sighed and scowled. "That's wrong, Yamaguchi." The blond pulled his fingers out, causing Yamaguchi to whimper at the loss of touch. "But, this is your first time, anyway," he then proceed to pull on the knot around Yamaguchi's wrists, making the poor boy cry in pain.

"Fine then, I'll give you what you want." Tsukishima pulled his fingers out and hauled down his underwear swiftly, but before Yamaguchi was able to take a good look at the sight, the blonde slammed his cock inside of Yamaguchi roughly. Yamaguchi rasped in pain, curling his toes and grinding his teeth.

"Ts—Tsukki," He wailed, pulling on his boss' shirt. Tsukishima clicked his tongue and brought Yamaguchi's hands above his head, keeping them there.

Tsukishima started to move his hips, earning a breathless moan from the guy beneath him. Yamaguchi's voice was sweet and satisfying, like music to Tsukishima's ears. He bowed down, pressing his lips to the freckled man's neck and started biting on the skin there. Yamaguchi eyes shoot open and his whole body shuddered as he came all over his shirt.

The two of them froze.

Yamaguchi, aware of what just happened, began stammering words in tremor. "I—I'm so, sorry I—" He felt his humiliation crawling down his back.

"Huh," Tsukishima lifted his head with the same blank expression, now with sweat prickling down his temple and cheeks glowing red. "So you're the kind of guy who came from behind,"

Yamaguchi melted under his gaze. "Yes,"

Tsukishima wasted no time as he unexpectedly slammed his hips against Yamaguchi's, sending the freckled man trembling. "But I'm still hard, see?" He jeered.

"Yes," Yamaguchi repeated in a choked moan when Tsukishima continued his act. "Yes, Tsukki." Yamaguchi steadily rocked his hips back until they found the perfect rhythm.

"Tsukki, f-faster," Yamaguchi sighed, but Tsukishima only tightened the grip on Yamaguchi's wrist.

"Don't tell me… what to do." He murmured out of breath, screwing his eyes shut. Just from one look Yamaguchi could tell that Tsukishima was close. The room was filled with their ragged breathing and sound of skin against skin, but Yamaguchi's mind was too occupied to care.

Tsukishima-san, Tsukishima-san…

Tsukishima came inside that day. Not long after, he hurriedly untied Yamaguchi's hands and threw the guy a box of tissue before pulling his pants back up.

Yamaguchi observed the red, throbbing marks on his wrists with mild amusement. It didn't hurt that much by then, but it still looked awfully raw.

"There's antiseptic inside the first aid kit box," Tsukishima supplied casually, buttoning up his shirt in front of a huge mirror next to his work desk. Yamaguchi stood up silently from the couch, his feet still a little wobbly and hips sore, but he managed to drag himself to the row of shelves at the corner of the room. He carefully placed the box down on the coffee table and treated himself. The wound stung and he hissed, almost dropping the bottle to the floor.

"You're an assistant manager in training, I believe?"

Yamaguchi looked up, meeting Tsukishima's eyes. "T-that's right!" They just had an extremely awkward—but amazing—sex and now his boss started talking about work. As expected of him.

"Then," Tsukishima fixed his sleeves, tearing his eyes away from Yamaguchi. "From now on you're a permanent staff. Effective immediately."

"Wh—what." Yamaguchi dropped the bottle and yelped in panic. "I—I mean! That's, great! Thank you very much!" He could hear the uneasiness in his own voice.

Tsukishima watched him with the same neutral expression on his face. "Can you go home by yourself?"

"Ah, well…" Yamaguchi looked up while rummaging through the floor for the antiseptic. "I usually take the train, but uh… I kind of missed the last one already so I guess I'll have to use a cab for the night." He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing his nape.

The annoyed look on Tsukishima's face clearly showed that he wasn't expecting that kind of answer, but he looked away, not wanting to drag the conversation further. Yamaguchi took that as a clue to dress up hurriedly, tidying himself and placing the box back to the shelf. They exited the room together in an awkward silence.

Their office was dark and awfully quiet at the dead of the night, and Yamaguchi couldn't exactly say he wasn't scared at all. He hurriedly caught up to Tsukishima's long legged pace and joined him inside the elevator. At least, the light was still on.

"Yamaguchi." Tsukishima broke the eerie silence suddenly, and Yamaguchi unconsciously jumped on his feet.

"Y-yes?!"

Tsukishima turned his face to look at him. "The safeword is penguin."

Yamaguchi cocked his head to the side, thoroughly confused. "Safe… word?" He knitted his brows.

The elevator dinged and the door slowly slid open on Tsukishima's floor. "Yes, safeword. Next time I won't go so easy."

"Next… time?!" Yamaguchi's eyes widen in surprise but Tsukishima was already walking outside to the parking lot, and when Yamaguchi could finally gather his thoughts together, the elevator door was already closed shut.

"You mean… this isn't over…?" He turned his palm and stared at his wrist. "A-And—why penguin?!"