"Sorry I'm late, my errands went longer than I expected." Kuroo rushed through the door of the Flower Shop to find it nearly vacated. "Tsukishima?"

"Oh, you're here." His voice echoed from the back office.

"Yeah, is everything alright?"

"It's fine, I just didn't get what I wanted done before you arrived."

"What are you working on?" He peeked his head into the office.

"Um, a bouquet."

"You're not doing it out on the usual counter?"

"No." Tsukishima shook his head and tied it off with a ribbon. "It was supposed to be more of a surprise."

"It's pretty."

"It's for you."

"But I didn't ask for another bouquet, I was actually considering giving up on the flowers."

"They're not for you to give to someone else." Tsukishima stumbled. "Well, if you give them away I guess they are, but I was giving the bouquet to you, from me."

"Why?" Kuroo examined the flowers and was surprised to find it full of Tulips, Orange Tulips, Globe Amaranth, and Ambrosia. "Wait, this is—"

"Please accept the gift."

"How did you know?" He reached out for the bouquet and lifted it out of the blonde's hands.

"I had a visit this morning from the person that I thought you were trying to get to like you."

"Oh?" Tetsurō's head tilted to the side. "And who would that be?"

"Your roommate, Kozume-san."

"Kenma? You thought I was trying to date Kenma?"

"It's a logical answer, you live together and he's smaller than you—plus you've known him forever." Tsukishima turned his gaze to the floor and pulled at his fingers. "I'm used to liking people that won't even look twice at me. I mean, I used to have a crush on Yamaguchi and he never saw me that way, then there were a few others."

Kuroo placed the flowers on the office desk and put his hands on Tsukishima's arms. He pulled his hands away from each other and lowered himself to the ground on one knee.

"What are you doing?"

"Tsukishima, I am in love with Kenma, I'm in love with you. I can't get you or your flower shop out of my head and I want to date you. I want everything that comes along with a relationship. Do you want that as well?"

"This is the worst proposal," the blond tried to cover up his embarrassment, but Kuroo kept a firm hold on his hands.

"Tsukki, I like you, do you like me as well."

"I already told you," Kei nodded to the flowers.

"Their meaning is beautiful," Tetsurō's lips found the other's knuckles, "but I want to hear it come from your lips."

Tsukishima's clenched his jaw and let out an annoyed sound before he mumbled a response. "I like you, romantically."

"Was that so hard?"

"You spent months buying flowers for no one because you were trying to get me to notice." Tsukishima pulled the man back up and lowered his face so they were only a couple inches apart.

"Touché." Kuroo closed the distance between them and their lips met in a soft, closed mouth kiss. He pulled away after only a few seconds and was pleased by the flustered red blush that spread across the blond's cheeks. In the next moment, Tsukishima chased after the shorter man's lips and entered them into a longer kiss.

"I've never had someone like me before." Kei admitted when he straightened to his full height.

"Well then, I'll have to show you how it works."

"Looking forward to it—as long as there are no more flowers. I have enough of them at work."

"No more flowers, what do you want instead?" Kuroo threaded his fingers between Tsukishima's.

"Strawberry Shortcake."

"Done, but we probably can't get any today, we still have to finish work."

"Yamaguchi is watching the shop." The blond turned his gaze away.

"What are we waiting for then?"

The semester came to a quiet close quicker than Tanaka expected. He finished his final exams and watched students file out of the class ahead of him. Kiyoko sat quietly at the desk working on something, possibly grading other tests, while she observed his class. Ryūnosuke tossed his pencil through the small opening on his backpack before he pushed back from the desk to get the inevitable over with.

"Tanaka-san," Shimizu whispered as he placed the test on top of the pile. "I want to speak with you after class regarding your final project, are you able to wait for me outside?"

"Yeah, I'll be in the study area."

Kiyoko nodded and waved the bald man off. Tanaka left the class and moved into the main atrium where there were cushy arm chairs situated around plain coffee tables. He settled into one of the chairs and pulled out flash cards for one of the upcoming tests.

He was on his second round through the flash cards when a new weight caused the chair next to him to creak. Tanaka looked up and found Kiyoko next to him.

"How do you think you did on the test?"

"Good, I had Noya help me study over the last few weeks."

"I'm glad, I don't like failing students." She kicked her feet up onto the coffee table.

"I can't imagine that feels good." Tanaka grabbed a rubber band from his backpack and wrapped it around the flash cards.

"Well, it is the end of the semester." Shimizu smiled and pulled a book from her own bag. "That means that I'm not technically your teacher anymore."

"Yeah, you're not." His brows furrowed as he leaned farther back into the chair and watched her softly. "I'm still waiting on my official grade, though."

"True." She leaned over and her left breast pushed up against her arm. Tanaka's eyes momentarily traced the movement, before they shot back up to her face. A soft smile rested across her lips.

Ryū swallowed hard and clenched his fists. "Kiyoko-san, after all the grades are posted, do you want to go on a date with me?"

"It would be my pleasure."

Kuroo's lips trailed up Tsukishima's neck as they sat on the floor in the latter's apartment above the flower shop. Kei had the shop's books in front of him to balance the intake and outtake, but he was distracted by his boyfriend on the floor behind him. The start of an erection pressed against the base of his spine.

"Kuroo, we're meeting everyone for drinks later." He whined softly.

"There's plenty of time to enjoy ourselves and take a nap." Tetsurō's tongue slipped from between his lips and licked a soft stripe up the blond's neck to his earlobe. He pulled the cartilage with his teeth and left a soft chuckle behind as he leaned back.

"You are an asshole."

"I am your asshole." Kuroo's fingers slipped under Kei's shirt and traced the skin there.

"We'll be late if you keep this up. I don't like being late."

"I'm sure they'll understand. We're in the honeymoon stage, can't keep our hands off each other." He leaned back into Tsukishima and placed an open mouthed kiss against the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Kuroo sucked on the skin and ran his teeth along the skin as he let go. A red mark remained. "Mmm, I think you could do with a few bite marks."

"And what about you?" Tsukishima threw all his weight back against the shorter male and tilted his head so he could press nips against the underside of his jaw. "What marks could you use?"

"All of them." Kuroo pushed his hands down under the waistband of Kei's pants so that his fingers ran against the V in his hips. "I want all that you have to give."

"Even if you are covered in so many it looks like one bruise?"

"Ooh, I definitely want that. Your lips on me, all over me. You're too much of a tease."

"You'd better undress me before I change my mind." Tsukishima learned something new about his boyfriend that day, He knew how to undress a man in under two minutes without ripping anything. "You are so fucking hot."

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you."

"Are we really doing this on the floor of my living room?"

"To be fair, I wanted to take you on your office desk when you gave me those flowers."

"Oh?" Tsukishima smirked. "The 'push everything off the desk' kind of sex?"

"You bet your firm ass." He paired his comment with a squeeze to the blond's ass.

"You know," Kei ran his hands up the other's torso and played with the buttons on his shirt. "I think it's a little unfair that I'm the only one naked here."

Kuroo bit his jaw and left behind a light smattering of teeth marks. "Convince me."

Tsukishima wiggled under him, pressed his mouth against Tetsurō's for a deep kiss, and pushed him back so he was on top of his boyfriend. He worked his way down the rooster head's body with kisses as he shirked him of clothes. When he finally reached his desired goal, his mouth landed on the tip of Kuroo's cock. The man groaned and gently pulled the blond off of him.

"No," he whispered hoarsely.

"No?"

"If you give me a blow job right now, we won't have enough time." Kuroo smiled. "Later."

"I don't have lubricant in the living room." Tsukishima's face flushed. The older man's eyebrow shot upward before he shoved three fingers into the younger's mouth.

"I'll have to rectify that in the future. For now, this will have to do."

Once Kuroo's fingers were sufficiently covered in saliva, he slid his hand down into the cleft of Tsukki's ass and pressed his fingers against the hole. Two slid in easily from their escapades earlier that week. Three was a stretch that drew out little pants from Kei. His face fell into Kuroo's neck and he left marks in his wake. His hands came up to the shorter man's shoulders and his nails left half-moons in the skin as he tried to hold himself steady. Tetsurō grabbed the blond's ear with his teeth and pulled.

"Missionary or Doggy?"

"Missionary, I don't want cum on my carpet."

"Fair enough. Can you reach my pants? There's a condom in my wallet."

"I like a man that's prepared."

"Yeah, well starting tomorrow I'll also be carrying around a travel size tube of lube."

"I like this form of dirty talk, it's straight to the point."

"Yeah?" Kuroo reached out for the condom and peeled the package open. "Well then, I'm telling you now that I plan to fuck you so hard so that when everyone sees you tonight, they know what we did."

"Who's getting the rug burn?"

"I'm more than willing if you want to ride me on top."

"I don't really like being on top that way." Tsukishima flushed red and perched himself toward the end of the coffee table. Kuroo sat up from putting on the condom and examined the room. He grabbed a blanket folded across the back of the couch and laid it on the floor. "Protection for the love of my life."

"You're way too dramatic." He watched Tetsurō rub his erection with his own spit. Kei laid back against the blanket and pulled his own thighs up to his chest.

"Fuck, you're the best."

Kuroo's cock fell against the other's skin and he pushed at the ring of muscle. Tsukishima screwed his eyes shut as there wasn't enough to fully ease the protrusion.

"Next time," he panted, "if we don't have lube I'm letting you sit with an erection all night in front of our friends."

"All the more reason for me to start carrying some with me." He provided a large grin. "Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah, just go slow."

Kuroo obeyed the request and pressed in millimeter by millimeter. He paid attention to every change on Tsukishima's face to make sure he kept the blond out of as much pain as he could. Once he was fully inside, he pulled Kei in for a long kiss, propped on his elbows above his body. The blond pulled out of the kiss and stared up at his boyfriend with half-lidded eyes.

"You can move."

Kuroo pushed his body up and slid his right arm around Tsukishima's left leg. His elbow met the underside of the younger's knee and helped to hold him in place as he pulled his hips back. In one motion he snapped back forward—the action drew out a guttural moan from Tetsurō and a soft whine of pleasure from Kei. He repeated the action several times before the pace changed. He quickened his thrusts and watched with lust filled eyes as Tsukishima threw his head back against the blanket and arched his back away from the floor.

"You are so sexy," Kuroo lowered his mouth to the other's neck and took his time to make a prominent hickey against the skin.

Tsukishima brought his hands up to his own cock and pulled at the skin. He pressed his thumb into the tip at the same time that Tetsurō pressed against his prostate and a new bout of pants and cries spilled from his lips.

"Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Yamaguchi is going to tease me all night about this." He let out a soft moan as he came. His hands trailed up to his boyfriend's face and pushed his hands through his sweat soaked hair.

"Why are we talking about your best friend while having sex?"

"Because you are insistent on leaving hickeys only in places where they'll be easily noticed by our friends."

"I'm staking my claim and letting everyone know who's giving you the good fucks."

"Good?" Kei's eyebrow twitched up as Kuroo came and collapsed most of his weight down.

"Are you saying it's not good?" A concerned expression and a pout were pronounced on the man's face as he lifted his hips to pull out.

"I was thinking more along the lines of fantastic."

"I'll be correcting the vocabulary repertoire immediately." He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Tsukishima's mouth. "Let it be known from this day out that Kuroo Tetsurō is the god of sex."

"That's quite the leap, fantastic to god."

"I'm merely stating the thoughts hidden in the back of your mind."

"Oh, now you can read my mind." He pushed at Kuroo's shoulders as an urge to get him to sit up.

"The privilege granted to me by being your boyfriend."

"You're an idiot." I love you.

"And we see that Tsukishima had some fun earlier today." Yamaguchi announced as soon as Kuroo and Kei joined them at the table.

"Godly amounts of fun."

"I'm breaking up with you."

"Tsukki, no," he whined and wrapped his arms around the other's middle.

"I'm glad that you both got your heads on straight." Kenma sipped from his glass as he slid into a chair next to them and controlled his game with his other hand.

"The last time I left a visible mark on Daichi he was yelled at by his boss at work. Now I leave them below the collar." Suga finished his drink and leaned back in his chair.

"That reminds me Suga-san, I still need to make good on winning that bet."

"Fuck you."

"Shit, I forgot about that." Yamaguchi pushed himself into Shimada's side and smiled faintly when the man's arm landed around his shoulder.

"I want my strawberry shortcake."

"You should've told me to bring one tonight. I made a fresh batch this afternoon." Kageyama leaned into their conversation—the chair next to him left empty.

"When are you making another batch?" Suga sighed.

"Tomorrow morning, three of them sold so I have to restock."

"I'll be over in the morning to buy one."

"What did you guys bet on?" Nishinoya bounced between the chairs with Asahi hot on his heels.

"I'd rather not relive my stupidity."

"You're not stupid, Suga." Tanaka inserted as he took his place next to Nishinoya.

"I bet against Tsukishima."

"Oh, yeah, no, you're stupid." Ennoshita threw himself into the chair with a beer in the bottle. "Never bet against Tsukishima."

"He's that good?" Oikawa joined them, Iwaizumi trailed close behind like an angry hedgehog, with his own fresh hickey.

"He's that good." Everyone from Tsukishima's group of friends answered as one.

"Sorry I'm late," Hinata dashed into view with Yachi and Kiyoko. As soon as he landed in the chair next to Kageyama, he pulled the baker in for a soft kiss. "Did you miss me?"

"Not at all."

"Rude."

"So the only one in our group that didn't end up with someone is, Kenma?" Daichi looked at the bleached blond over Suga's head.

"I'm asexual, I don't need a significant other to feel fulfilled in life."

"Kenma's in love with his job, he'll be fine." Kuroo pushed his hand through Kozume's hair and ruffled the strands. "I'll get him a cat if he ever decides to move out."

"If you get me a cat, you'll find it on your doorstep."

"Don't get him a cat," Tsukishima warned softly.

"What are you planning for your date, Ryū." Noya scooted in his chair so he could kneel.

Tanaka blushed, "it's a secret for now."

"Ooh, mysterious. Shimizu-senpai, you have a good one."

"Who said it was me?" A blush spread across her cheeks.

"Obvious much, Kiyoko-chan?" Oikawa teased with a short push to her shoulder. She blatantly ignored him.

"I'm getting another drink." Kei pushed himself away from the table.

"I'll join you." Tadashi jumped to his feet.

"Hey, Kageyama?" Hinata leaned into his boyfriend's shoulder and whispered softly against his ear.

"What?"

"We're all head over heels."

"Yeah."