Rating:

Teen

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Haikyuu!!

Relationship:

Oikawa/Sugawara

Tags:

established relationship, remix, sequel

Stats:

Posted on:

2015-10-11

Words:

843

The warmth pressing into Suga’s back wakes him up, like sleepy sunlight peeking through the windows. It’s not morning yet, though, so his eyes open to the still darkness of his room, silence broken only by his low breathing and the shuffling going on behind him. Suga smiles a little and curls more into himself, giving the other body more space to spoon behind him.

He’s ready to fall back asleep–more easily this time, now that Tooru’s with him, even though Suga had never thought he would be the type to do better at sleep with company. But after a few minutes of fluttering his eyelids closed, he hears another shift, feels a warmer press against him, and then lips against the shell of his ear.

“When I went jogging earlier,” whispers Tooru’s voice, “I saw a cat. It was cute and I pet it.” A hand is rubbing at Suga’s side. “I wish you would’ve seen it. You would’ve looked so cute with a cat. I would’ve liked to take a picture.”

Suga smiles despite himself. Sometimes Tooru takes so many selfies of the both of them that Daichi’s started complaining about seeing Suga’s face online more than in person. But Suga likes it, in all honesty; seeing himself and Tooru standing side by side, or kissing Tooru’s cheek while Tooru pretends to be embarrassed, it just makes him grin stupidly at his phone.

“I missed you this morning,” Tooru murmurs, drawing light circles on the low part of Suga’s spine. “I didn’t wake to wake you up for a shower. It’s a good thing we have a lecture together today.”

Suga exhales, still pretending to be asleep. He’s smiling with his eyes closed, wanting to turn around and kiss Tooru stupidly. But Tooru’s continues whispering to him.

“I love you,” Tooru says. “Idiot. I know you’re awake.” He slips his hand to Suga’s side to tickle him.

Suga is ticklish, though he has perfect control over it, so he presses back the sound threatening to escape from his mouth and purses his lips together. Tooru makes a content noise anyway and returns to holding him, maybe a little tighter, arm tucked around the front of Suga’s stomach and his thighs pressing into the back of Suga’s.

It sends Suga’s mind into naughty places, and he tells himself to go to sleep. But–well, he’s glad he’s the little spoon today. He shifts his legs a little, conjuring images of Daichi in a speedo or Kageyama kissing a volleyball to get rid of the problem. He keeps his breathing shallow like it always is, counting to one hundred until the problem is mostly gone away.

He could go to sleep like Tooru thinks he is, but then Suga has a better idea. Carefully, he arches his back a little–just a little–pressing his backside gently against Tooru’s front.

A sharp intake of breath. Suga smirks and bumps his backside against him again, circling his hips in a small motion that could be passed off as mindless movement. His ass is pressed against Tooru’s crotch, and–

Then it’s just cold air, from the angle of Suga’s back below all the way to his feet.

Suga tries to move as little as possible to get to the warmth again, but it’s gone. “Tooru?” he says sleepily, like he’d just woken up.

At least Tooru kisses the back of his neck. Suga wonders where the rest of him has gone. “Hi, Koushi.”

“Where’d you go,” Suga mumbles.

“Mm?”

Ah, there. Suga adjusts his legs so he can properly tangle them with Tooru’s, the front of Tooru’s body to press into him again. He tries not to giggle–Tooru’s breath hitches and he does his best to adjust himself. Suga slides down almost imperceptibly, just to create friction.

Tooru’s body disappears again.

“Why are you backing away from me?” Suga whines, his legs lonely and bumping together as Tooru slots them out from his own.

“I–oh,” he hears Tooru say. Suga presses a grin into his palm. “I didn’t notice.”

“You didn’t notice?” says Suga, fumbling a hand behind him absently. His fingers find Tooru’s shirt, a bit farther away than he would’ve expected. He tries to tug Tooru to him, and Tooru moves only a little, like he wants to and doesn’t want to at the same time.

“Koushi…” says Tooru, as Suga finally turns around properly to look at him. Well, there’s not much to look at in the dark room, but the outline of Tooru’s body is enough for Suga to know how much gap to close so he can press flush up against him.

“Yeah?” Suga says, nuzzling into his neck and slipping a hand below Tooru’s waist. Ah.

“Did you do this on purpose?” Tooru’s tone is teasing.

Suga bites at his jaw innocently, taking in Tooru’s smell. “Of course not,” he says with a grin.

“Persuasive argument,” says Tooru, and Suga giggles into his neck, both of them exhaling at the same time.

They don’t go to sleep for a while.