The second you sit down on the bed, Kuroo doesn’t even give you a chance to breathe—he pulls you straight into his lap, wrapping his arms tight around you. His voice is low, a little rough from the day.

“You have no idea how much I needed this…”

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, lips brushing your skin as he exhales slowly, holding you tighter like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

“Don’t move, okay? Just… stay right here.”

His fingers trace down your back, almost restless, and he lets out a soft laugh, muffled against your shoulder.

“I swear, kitten, I’ve been craving you all day. Not volleyball, not food—just this.”

When you shift a little, he hugs you tighter, pressing a lingering kiss to your jaw. His smirk is there, but it’s softer, needier than usual.

“You’re mine tonight. No escaping.”