Notes

All the dates have gone amazingly. It's been really nice, and our connection is undeniable. Good chemistry. He's so handsome, Jesus," Bokuto relieved as if it had been on his chest ever since leaving the haunted parking lot.

By smiling at the memory, Bokuto didn't catch his external mimic. Kuroo raised his eyebrow and caught onto the known expression.

"There's more," Kuroo deadpanned as he knew damn well Bokuto was smirking just now. Kenma was stunned by how telepathically they could communicate. Nevertheless, Bokuto acted as if he were caught.

"We kissed last date," Bokuto revealed the final secret. Even Kuroo's jaw dropped. He was happy but also offended by not getting the information the second after it happened. However, he just needed the background this instant.

"So, we got to talk about puns. I roasted him slightly. The, he walked up to me," Bokuto began before Kuroo whistled lightly upon hearing that. Kenma rolled his eyes lightly before listening intently again.

"He put his finger on my chest, right. Accusing me of teaching him how to make bad puns. I just see him look at my lips, and back to my eyes. You know that's a sign. So I ask him, and it happens," Bokuto summarized and watched Kuroo exclaim in utter happiness. He took another sip of mere support and happiness and discreetly squeezed Kenma's hand under the blanket.

"Did you end up making out, going further?" Kuroo asked to measure how their relationship had evolved. Whether or not the dating has escalated to sex, which was very understandable and good for his best friend.

"Tetsu, it was at the damn haunted, cheap parking lot." Bokuto insinuated with a dumbfounded expression. Kuroo put his hand up in surrender, definitely not admitting defeat yet.

"Hey, there's no security camera there," Kuroo pointed out. Bokuto didn't bother arguing back but instead focused on continuing.

"That's the thing, but no. It didn't escalate. I did kiss him again before we parted. Something felt like a new type go attraction. I had another feeling of experiencing something new in a long time," Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows at the memory. He looked back at the memory to locate the moment he felt differently.

Kissing Akaashi, felt electrifying. While their lips were together, Bokuto initially felt the urge to almost use his tongue to tease Akaashi's lip. It would've been something to lean against the car for a second, and pull Akaashi into his own chest. Akaashi's larger hand could've covered parts of his chest, with the other covering his neck. His tongue could easily slip between Bokuto's lips with great consent, and he would've gradually enjoyed squeezing Akaashi's hips for a second. The exterior wouldn't matter, the echoes in such a parking lot would've made their make-out sound like a dream. Pulling away from him and looking at him after doing such, wouldn't result in awkward silence. Then, he wouldn't mind pulling Akaashi back in for another way of showing emotions without speech. Bokuto liked him a lot.

While Bokuto didn't feel that way at that second, he wouldn't mind if that kiss escalated. Nothing could make that kiss better. It was already perfect and intimate. However, intimacy had categories. Bokuto didn't need that intimacy at that moment. He would never escalate anything without making sure Akaashi was comfortable.

"Oi," Kuroo disturbed Bokuto's pleasure-filled thoughts. Suddenly, Bokuto heaved a sigh with the guilt he felt. He didn't mean to even think about Akaashi with animalistic instincts. Though, he was ever so handsome and good at heart.

"Fuck. Akaashi's hot too," Bokuto pinched the bridge of his nose. He was on the brink of starting to get the mildest of tipsy. Kuroo raised his eyebrows at the slightest lip bite Bokuto did.

"Oh," Kuroo simply let out in realization. He looked at Kenma who almost seemed repulsed, but he looked empathetic. Bokuto hadn't had sex in, fifty years probably. No, the cravings made a lot of sense.

"Touch starved," Kenma sounded as if he pulled a diagnosis. Bokuto nodded in agreement, quietly taking another long sip to finish his glass.