How About Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi And “Maybe You Could Use That Mouth For More Than Just Talking

How about Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi and “Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.” I just SOOO want Tsukishima to interrupt Yams mid-ramble with that sentence.

hhh yeah 

Tadashi is rambling about the weather. It’s stupidly cliché, rambling on about the weather when there’s an awkward moment between people trying to avoid confrontation, and it’s annoying. It’s understandable why Tadashi, his stupid gay brain more than definitely malfunctioning with their thighs touching as they study together in Kei’s bed, would be so flustered but Kei is absolutely losing it. He’d been hinting at things for months. Subtly upping the casual touches. Flirting. Doting more on his friend, even if he’d grown far more independent over the years. 

Hell, he’d even said he’d date Yamaguchi if he had the chance- they were drunk, and Yamaguchi had laughed afterwards, even though he’d been telling the truth. Kei wonders, sometimes, how different things would be if Yamaguchi had taken him up on his offer that night. They’d been dancing around it for months now, and there’s no way Yamaguchi doesn’t know how Kei feels. How much he wants to kiss him right now. How he wants to kiss him all the time, actually. Among other things. 

“..nyway, I’m excited for cherry blossom season, even though that means graduation, because they’re always so pretty. But then again, my allergies always act u-” 

“Yamaguchi, you talk a lot.” 

Yamaguchi blinks, his mouth falling shut before it opens and closes, silent, a few times. “I- I mean, yeah. That’s kind of our whole deal, Tsukki.” 

“True.” Kei murmurs. He doesn’t know where he was going, interrupting Yamaguchi like that. He usually has some quip prepared, but really he’d just wanted to get Yamaguchi to shut up and that was the only way he could think of that didn’t involve pinning him down and making him. Which. Why didn’t he? It wouldn’t hurt. Could it? “...Maybe...” He trails off, losing his confidence the moment the word leaves his mouth. 

“Hm? Maybe what, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asks, and he’s looking at Kei with those absolutely killer doe eyes, remnants of day-old eyeliner smudged under them giving the illusion that his eye bags are worse than they are, and Kei almost groans. God, he’s too fucking hot. What the fuck. 

“... Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense. If you’re up to it.” 

Kei ducks his head, embarrassed that he’s being so brazen. He’s too busy looking anywhere but Yamaguchi to see his reaction, but he’s only able to assume it’s somewhere near horror or maybe even confusion. Maybe Kei had been too discreet trying to hint to Yamaguchi that he liked him. Maybe he’d gotten the wrong idea, and the ‘dancing around’ they’ve been doing has just been something called ‘friendship.’ Maybe- 

“...Tsukki, did you really just ask me to suck your dick while we’re working on our stats homework?” 

There’s laughter in Yamaguchi’s voice, and Kei makes a weak noise in the back of his throat, completely embarrassed. He’s such a fucking prick, holy shit. “I- Uh- Sorry. Sorry, I, uh- I’ve been thinking about it all day honestly, and- wait, no, that- that’s bad, uh. I. Uh.” 

Yamaguchi snorts, and he sets his textbook down, lifting Kei’s face with gentle hands on his cheeks. “Tsukki, that is honestly so fucking hot, but if I don’t pass stats I’m not getting into SU, and then we can’t go to uni together. So maybe, if you help me cheat on this take home test, I’ll suck your dick then. Deal?” 

Kei chokes. “No problem. I can do that easy.”