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Bokuto closes the door on them (not that he knows they're there in the first place) and it's no secret what's happening on the other side of the room, what with the noise of rustling clothes and soft moans. Being Bokuto's guardian devil for most of his life, he just has an inkling of how passionate he's going to be once it's directed onto someone he considers special.
The other guardians had taken their leave as soon as the lovers cemented their decision to be intimate and it reminds Daichi that he and Kuroo should take their leave soon as well. This is not within their scope of responsibility in terms of watching over Bokuto, and Kita, the angel of love assigned on this particular pair would just update the guardians about what went down.
Daichi turns to Kuroo to say goodbye only for his words to die on his tongue,
at the vision of a flushed and slightly panting Kuroo, staring at the bedroom door.
"Kuroo, are you alright?" Daichi asks, concerned. Before his partner can respond, a drawn-out moan echoed from the other side and Daichi sees the way Kuroo shivered upon hearing it.
Uh-oh... They need to leave.
While guardians are the ones to influence their human's behavior and decisions, the relationship isn't strictly one way. Their human can definitely affect them if they feel particularly strong about something. And Bokuto's passion maybe coming from a place of genuine goodness and love, instead of just selfish pleasure and lust (because then, Daichi would be the one greatly affected by it).
But, back to the matter at hand, he needs to take Kuroo as far away from their human as possible.
"Kuroo, hey," he says softly, "we have to go."
In attempt to make Kuroo look away from the door, Daichi brings a hand to cup his face, but it was probably not the right move because as soon as he touched a warm cheek, Kuroo gasped, and the sound sent shivers down Daichi's spine.
Daichi immediately takes his hand back with a sharp exhale and steps away from Kuroo. He loosens his tie in an effort to remain level-headed. It's true that he unabashedly makes advances on the angel and hadn't been subtle about his attraction towards him, but Kuroo's not completely in control of himself at the moment.
Guardian devils have morals still, contrary to belief. His capacity for 'evil' deed is equivalent to Bokuto's and Bokuto definitely does not and will never, do something like this.
Admittedly, he can't do this alone. He materializes a phone on his hand and is about to make a call upstairs and ask them to send someone to get Kuroo, but before he can do anything else, a large hand grips his forearm. He looks up to find Kuroo's hooded gaze directed at him and he gulps at the intensity of it.
"Sawamura, please, I need..." Kuroo says gravely, moving closer and making Daichi's breath hitch.
Kuroo's always been a temptation that's hard enough to resist on good days, Daichi doesn't know how long he can hold out when he's looking at him like this. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts.
"You can't stay here," he says while attempting to take his arm back from Kuroo's hold. "I just need to call someone to help you, okay?"
But Kuroo doesn't budge, grips him tighter instead. One moment they're space between them, then it's gone the next as Daichi finds himself wrapped in Kuroo's embrace, flushed against the soft material of the angel's hoodie. His hands are clawing on Daichi's back, pulling him even closer as if wanting to meld with him.
Unable to do much else and fueled by existential panic, Daichi teleports them away.
They reappear inside the housing unit Daichi's claimed for himself, located somewhere in the vast stretch of the limbo, a place aside from earth where guardian angels and devils can co-exist. He initially thought of himself presumptuous when he got this place for them, but now he's kind of grateful for his foresight. Though, he rather would have wanted to bring Kuroo here under more... controlled circumstances.
As it is, they land on the couch in the living room, Daichi straddling a still aroused Kuroo, whose arms are still wound around him. He makes a move to detach himself from the angel, but by doing so, he unintentionally brushes their hardness against each other, and he lets out a surprised groan at the sensation. Kuroo does as well but it's the devil's name he called out.
"Kuroo, wait," Daichi says breathless, bracing his arms against Kuroo's chest and lifts his hips to avoid contact, but Kuroo thrusts his own up and Daichi gasps as he feels Kuroo's erection again.
"Sawamura, please..." Kuroo whines with his eyes shut, clawing at him, wanting to keep him close.
Daichi manages to shift lower and seats himself on Kuroo's thighs and holds Kuroo's face between his hands.
"Kuroo, shh, you need to calm down," he urges him in a low, soothing voice.
"Sawamura, I need... I want- touch you, please," Kuroo pants, hands twisting the
material of his black button-up.
Daichi stops at that and swallows. He knows the attraction isn't one-sided. He knows that despite Kuroo's usual denial, he feels something for Daichi. But he's never said anything before and have only played along whenever Daichi teases him.
But Daichi needs to be certain.
"Open your eyes, angel, and look at me," he commands softly and waits until he opens his eyes and gazes up at him. He only speaks again when he's sure that Kuroo's focused and lucid enough to understand him.
"You want to touch me?" He asks, brushing a thumb against Kuroo's warm cheeks. He gets a nod in response.
"With words, please."
"Yes," Kuroo breathes, looking him straight in the eyes. "And kiss you and hold you...I want you, Daichi."
Daichi's eyes widen at the use of his given name. "Are you sure?" He studies him carefully.
Kuroo gently brushes his knuckle across Daichi's cheek, lips lifted in a small smile. "Yes. I'm sure."
Daichi breathes, then says "I'm all yours."
Kuroo doesn't hold back and pulls him down for a searing kiss.