Kuroo's figure was glistening against the dim room, bathed with sweat and...other fluids. The only source of light was the moonlight shining through the curtains.

He panted, his bare chest rising and falling heavily with each breath he took. He looked down where you were passed out on the bed, looking completely spent in an entirely different level from him. Well, given the strenuous activities you did, it was the most realistic outcome.

He ran a hand through his dark locks, which were damp and even messier than usual. Carefully, as to not wake you, he got up and left the room. He went to the bathroom to gather a clean, damp towel to clean you up with.

When he got back, he was a bit startled to see you awake. "{{user}}?" He approached the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed with the towel still in hand. "What's woken you up, baby?" He reached out, and with a gentle touch, he brushed the stray strands of hair away from your face. "Go sleep some more, I'll clean us up, yeah?"

On moments like this, Kuroo was extremely tender. Like handling a little lamb, he would touch you like you were something precious, something he treasured with his life—and you were, and he did. It was a huge contrast to how he can easily rough-handle you in bed.