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As expected, their first time having sex was awkward, to say the least. It involved plenty of fumbling, blushing, and accidentally jutting elbows into stomachs, which resulted in a hasty, "Sorry, Tsukki!" until they were both laughing to forget it ever happened.
But it was also amazing. Feeling too warm and buzzing all over and getting to experience it all with someone he deeply, truly loves, and Tadashi truly did love every second of it. He had requested, mumbling to the air above Kei's shoulder as heat bloomed across his freckled cheeks, to be on the receiving end. And his very understanding but brimming with desire boyfriend Kei was more than happy to oblige.
Their first time had Tadashi on all fours, his heart racing with nerves and excitement and total openness to what was ahead. Even when he’s done enough research, he still honestly didn't know what to expect. He for sure didn't expect for his boyfriend to know how to open him up to three very lubed-up fingers, but it was a hundred times better than any how-to websites or porn could ever be.
Okay, Kei may have climaxed within two minutes, but he did reach under and jerked Tadashi off with his large hand until he felt the sweet, intense release. Kei softly kissed along his spine as he finishes before dropping beside him, spent and elated, amber eyes so wide and dark.
"Oh my god," Kei breathed out, and Tadashi laughed.
“Yeah,” Tadashi panted against his mouth as Kei turned and kissed him feverishly.
Tadashi liked this sex position, he decided to himself as he and Kei relaxed in a post-orgasm haze, sweat clinging to their skin as the truth hung like a banner in the air: Holy shit. Tsukki and I just had sex. Research told him it wouldn't hurt as much if he was prepped properly even if it was his first time, and they were right. Kei had been so gentle and considerate, asked him if he’s okay time and time again before adding one finger after another, up until the time for his cock to enter, and while he thrusted in the first few times. Even though Tadashi may not have had total control especially when Kei started fucking into him like an animal in heat, there had been enough leverage for him to not be totally vulnerable.
Plus, he was facing away from Kei when he orgasms.. which to the ‘too freckly, unsexy, red-faced’ Tadashi was a major relief.
However, now that they've done it once, they have full permission to do it again. And of course, Tadashi wanted to do it again. He would have sex with Kei a hundred more times within the day if it was physically possible.
But it has to be in the same position, he reminded himself.
It was Friday evening, and his parents went on an out-of-town trip. Volleyball training was over for the third years. Hence, the Yamaguchi household was completely empty, save for the two eighteen-year old boys kissing feverishly on top of Tadashi's once-made bed. The duvet crinkled under them as half of Tadashi's body laid over Kei's, gripping his shirt or hair or whatever near as he kissed and kissed and kissed him, drunk by the taste of his boyfriend's lips.
Kei's entire body writhed under Tadashi, twisting and jerking the best it could with the limited space he had. His hands seemed to be everywhere: cupping Tadashi's neck, wound in his hair, squeezing his hip and then trailing lower to his round ass. Tadashi wasn't certain if he was doing it on purpose, but there was definitely something hard grinding against his leg.
"Do you want to..?" Kei began to ask against Tadashi's mouth, eyeglasses foggy.
Tadashi nodded quickly before kissing him hard once more.
There were less nervous giggles when stripping each other of clothing. Tadashi unbuttoned Kei's uniform with steady fingers this time and Kei shucked it off with ease. Then Kei took the bottom of Tadashi's inner shirt and met his eyes for confirmation before lifting it over his head.
Tadashi couldn't help it, not when his gorgeous, hot, muscular, amazing boyfriend was sitting right in front of him half-naked on his bed. He surged forward, both his hands around Kei's face to kiss him fiercely. Kei made a noise in surprise and Tadashi felt their smiles press together.
"Um, where's the —?"
"Bottom drawer, underneath the socks.”
As Kei went on his mission, Tadashi shimmied out of his pants and tossed them to the floor, shivering as cool air hit his bare skin. His nerves were definitely more thrilled than anxious this time. No awkwardness stayed stagnant in the atmosphere like their first time, except only frenzied kisses and warm skin and absolute certainty.
Kei returned upright, dumping the supplies next to them before also stripping down to just his black briefs. He looked up and met Tadashi's eyes, a small grin stretching across his face, also filled with unadulterated excitement for what was sure to occur.
"Um, I guess I'll just — " Tadashi began to settle down to lay on his stomach like last time. It was comfortable and easy access for Kei to open him up.
“Tadashi." Kei stopped him with a hand on his arm. "I was wondering...could we try something else?"
Tadashi froze, like brakes on a train squealing to a halt. Something else? He was ready to jump to excuses: It's our second time, Tsukki. We don't need to try something else. Last time was great! Amazing! Perfect, even!
"Oh?" was all he could manage to say.
"Yeah. Um." His boyfriend’s forehead crinkled, looking off to the side before back at Tadashi. For a split second, Tadashi hoped Kei would say he wanted to switch, have Tadashi top this time. And Tadashi would be fine with that, honestly...as long as Kei would be on all fours and not watching him.
"Maybe you could lay on your back?" Kei suggested. "I.. really want to see you."
Tadashi parted his mouth, praying he at least appeared genuinely interested instead of having his features scream oh, fuck no. Those words were exactly what nightmares were made of. Obviously, Kei wasn't to blame. Only Tadashi knew his own face scrunched up and his cheeks burned as his mouth hung open like a gawking fish when he came. He just knows he’d look…very red and unsexy.
And Tadashi loved Kei with all his heart and trusted him with his everything but... no way. That's the last thing Tadashi needed: Kei witnessing the horror unleash and no doubt be completely turned off by his cumming face and never wanting to be intimate with Tadashi ever, ever again.
Kei was waiting expectantly for an answer, so Tadashi snapped his mouth shut before putting on a smile. "Wh-while you prep me?" he asked with only a faint crack in his voice. "Um.. Sure! That's new!"
Though Kei seemed a bit bewildered on this turn of events, Tadashi dropped down to his back probably faster than any relaxed person would, hearing his pulse in his ears. It was racing again like the first time, anxiety quickly overtaking the usual thrill.
Tadashi tried reasoning with himself, as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear to peel them away, that during this step he could at least control his facial features. Guilt twinged in his chest, thinking he'd have to force himself to remain calm around his boyfriend. But it was for the sake of both him and Kei. Far better than unknowingly letting go and having whatever his face did for Kei to see.
Kei held the bottle of lube in one hand and looked in Tadashi’s eyes, studying him for a moment before furrowing his eyebrows. "Are you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah! Of course."
"You look really tense," Kei muttered. He extended his free hand for Tadashi to take, and he did, being pulled up to sit as Kei set the lube aside to grab his other hand. Tadashi gulped.
"I'm not tense," he argued with a pout. Damn his observant boyfriend.
"I'm not tense," Kei mimicked, tilting his chin up and kissing the skin between his furrowed brows. "Yamaguchi." He shook his hands, making Tadashi's arms wiggle like loose noodles, and, okay, Tadashi had to laugh. "Remember that I was your best friend first, before your boyfriend. I know you."
Tadashi dissolved into giggles, worry disappearing from his chest for a moment. Really, how was he so lucky that this man was his boyfriend?
They calmed down eventually, and Kei took that opportunity to lean forward and kiss him, which Tadashi had no complaints about. It was sweet and chaste and still sent butterflies to the top of his chest like the first time.
However, Kei did use this to gently ease Tadashi to lie down again, and once his head hit the pillows even Tadashi noticed his own muscles stiffening once again.
Kei's once joyous expression dropped instantly to concern. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Tadashi said, his voice squeaking, damn it. “Nothing. Let’s just do it.”
Kei hovered above him, braced with his arms against the bed. Sure, they had made out like this plenty of times, but never naked and so close to having sex and...Tadashi's ears felt hot. Because it was pretty hot.
Until he remembered why he didn't want this position to happen in the first place.
"Do you..not want to anymore?" Kei seriously asked, evidently more worried than hurt.
Guilt poked and prodded relentlessly at Tadashi's heart, and he groaned, turning away from Kei's face as embarrassment crept into his veins. "No, no! It's not like that." He could feel his face begin to heat up.
"Then what's going on?" A gentle hand smoothed Tadashi's arm and then caressed his face. "Tadashi, talk to me."
Could people die from embarrassment? Was that a thing? "It's stupid," Tadashi mumbled.
"It’s never stupid if it’s something that bothers you."
"You don't even know what it is."
"Am I.. making you uncomfortable?"
"No."
"Am I... did I hurt you?"
"No! I mean...no. Tsukki, you're fine, you're absolutely fine."
A million spotlights could not make Tadashi feel so warm under his skin than he did right then. "I want to have sex with you like, really bad." At least he got a small smile to tug at Kei's lips again. "And I want to make you happy and everything, but...I can't."
"What?" Kei asked, genuinely confused. “Why?”
"Because," Tadashi groaned again, wishing with every fiber of his body he could sink into his bed and vanish last second, "I look stupid."
His words hung in the air as silence settled between them. Tadashi couldn't dare glance at Kei, but when he did there was obvious bewilderment covering his face.
"What?"
"Tsukki! I just.. look... stupid ! It's as simple as that!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"When I get off! When I orgasm, I make the most, oh my god, stupid, ugly face imaginable. I am like the opposite of a turn on."
Kei stared at him like he was preaching nonsense. "That's definitely not true. You are so sexy —"
“Well, maybe right now I am! When my face is a natural shade —”
"So what you're worrying about is," Kei said, smiling at Tadashi with amusement and adoration, "your face when I make you come is going to turn me off?"
Tadashi threw his hands up. "Yes!" Finally, he knows his boyfriend is very smart.
"Tadashi, listen to what I just said." Kei shuffled closer, brushing their bare chests together. Whispering lust edged in his voice, which had noticeably dropped a few notches. "You really believe," his lips inched near Tadashi's, breathing hot air against them, "that your face," they ghosted across his cheek, trailing to his ear, "when I make you come," Tadashi shivered, "is going to turn me off?" And Tadashi felt Kei's wide grin against his neck as he wetly kissed along his throat.
"It's…highly likely," Tadashi replied in barely a whisper.
"You're fucking crazy for even thinking that.”
"Kei.. I'm talking realistically."
"Baby," Kei lifted his head, meeting Tadashi's eyes. "It’s okay. We don't have to."
Tadashi blinked. "Huh?"
“You on your back? We don't have to," Kei assured, looking at him sweetly, the pad of his thumb absently rubbing circles on Tadashi's shoulder. "I never want to make you uncomfortable."
You could never , Tadashi wanted to say, yet the words stopped in his throat. Sex was supposed to be exciting and new and intimate and he had taken all those things away. He knew Kei meant what he said, and Tadashi loved him for that. He loves Kei so much that he trusted him with his naked self and naked soul, something Tadashi couldn't even fathom exposing a year ago.
It was Tadashi's turn to chew his bottom lip, the little voice that used to nag him with absurd anxieties now began reasoning with him. This position may mean Tadashi would be pressed against the mattress and Kei's weight above him, with Tadashi completely exposed and giving Kei total control. Yet, an important detail seemed to escape his thought process.
During their first time, Tadashi only heard Kei's broken moans and cries when he came inside him. Now, if they do it this way, Kei may be able to see Tadashi, but Tadashi would also be able to see him. Hot, sweaty, horny Tsukishima Kei moving on top of and inside him.
Oh, my god. That’s it. Heat squirmed deep in his belly. The image Tadashi conjured up was probably nothing compared to reality.
"Let's do it," he finally said.
Kei's head snapped up. "Do what?"
To answer, Tadashi shifted his legs and situated Kei to lay between them before kissing his mouth, excited nerves turning him on again. "Fuck me," he said, "just like this."
Kei's golden-hazel eyes were wide when he pulled back. "Like...this?" He glanced down to their current stance.
Tadashi nodded and smiled toothily, showing Kei he was so for it.
Kei stared at him, studying his face to check for any lies and discomfort, and when he sees none, his eyes softened and gave him a slow kiss.
The new way to arrange Tadashi’s limbs felt silly. They propped a pillow under his hips to allow access for Kei, and Tadashi didn't know if watching Kei's every movements as his hand slipped between his legs was a good or bad thing. He watched Kei eagerly take in the view of him completely bare, legs opened wide for him.
“You’re so sexy,” Kei whispered against his mouth as he dove in for another kiss. “Most gorgeous boy ever.”
Tadashi bit his bottom lip as Kei gently cupped his chest. His nipples were already a little hard, begging for more stimulation. He watched as Kei’s head went down, and he couldn’t help but let out a small whine.
“Keep your eyes on me, okay?” Kei whispered, his eyes looking so intense behind his glasses. “Want you to see every second of me worshipping you.” And then he wrapped his lips around Tadashi’s right nipple, carefully sucking and nipping at it. His nipples are light brown now, but Tadashi thought Kei would make sure they’d get darker later on. He does the same to his other nipple, and Tadashi let out tiny whimpers as he continued to suck and fondle his chest. Then, his lips trailed down to his abdomen, kissing every mole and freckle, back up to his neck.
Finally, Kei reached his soft lips, sucking on his plump lower lip. Tadashi met his lips hotly, already so pent up with all the stimulation. It’s wet and messy, drool dripping the sides of their mouths like they were both desperate, and Kei licked it all up.
Soon, they were far too horny to take it.
Tadashi felt slippery-cold fingers trail down his ass, Tadashi inhaled sharply despite knowing it would happen. Kei smiled, pleased that Tadashi's gasp was from pleasure, and teased his index finger against his hole.
"Kei," Tadashi breathed out, trying to tame his heaving chest the best he could.
"Yes, baby?" Kei asked sweetly.
Tadashi pouted, which resulted in a quick kiss, and then Kei exhaling against his plump lips, "Relax for me."
And he did, shoulders slumping and breathing slowing down,as Kei pushed in his first finger.
Even though Tadashi already experienced what the sensation felt like and what to expect, he still revelled in how incredible it felt. And this time, he wasn't gaping at a headboard, he was staring at his sexy boyfriend, who was concentrated with gently opening his hole up. Kei licked his lips before looking at Tadashi with hooded eyes.
The second finger was okay, and the third burned for a moment before Tadashi adjusted. It wasn't as nerve-wracking, mostly because he briefly forgot the big picture. It was just him and his Tsukki, giggling sheepishly now and then, kissing each other messily or throwing a witty one-liner and being completely at ease.
It was after Kei stilled his hand and asked, "Are you ready?" when Tadashi remembered.
Everything Tadashi worried over before seemed to exploded inside his head a hundred times worse. Ready? Ready to possibly be humiliated and judged and utterly exposed and vulnerable? And what if none of that happens but I don't like it? What if that happens, Tsukki? What if I'm the one who never wants to have sex again?
"Oi," Kei's soft voice brought him out of his spinning thoughts. A clean hand settled atop of his knee before running down his thigh, tickling the hairs. "Baby.. We can stop anytime, you know that, right?"
Nodding, Tadashi found his body growing less tense. It wasn't like he was trapped. He and Kei both knew they could voice their discomforts anytime.
Watching his boyfriend rid himself of his glasses and briefs and roll a condom on his beautiful cock was pretty fantastic, in Tadashi's opinion. He was almost so mesmerized with Kei’s throbbing cock, he only registered a few seconds later that Kei was already slicking more lube on himself and lining up between Tadashi's legs.
"Is this okay, baby?" Kei murmurs, holding the underside of Tadashi's thighs open with sweaty hands. At that moment, Tadashi supposed he never got the chance to see Kei nervous right before he pushed inside him during their first time. There was no doubt Kei would have been in a much worse state.
Tadashi nodded, heart rate steadying. His fingers gripped the bedsheets, toes curling in the air.
Kei nodded too, maybe to reassure himself, before slowly easing himself in.
Tadashi's fingers clutched the sheets so tight his knuckles surely turned white. Not out of pain, but from the breathtaking stretch which burned in just the right way. Last time, he was almost shocked, overwhelmed by the unfamiliarity. However, now, Tadashi's body accepted the intrusion, every nerve addicted to it.
"Are you okay, baby?" Kei asked again in a huff, like he'd been holding his breath, his eyes at where they’re connected, Tadashi’s hole dark and swollen, stretched obscenely around his thick cock.
Tadashi suddenly realized he wasn’t breathing too, and exhaled as he nodded, pleasure trickling into his system. Great, by now, he probably already looked red as a tomato. There's no telling what shade he'd be once they reached —
Kei continued easing his length further until he’s completely inside, his balls snug against Tadashi's ass. He craned his head down to kiss Tadashi and - wow, this was hot. Both literally and figuratively. Their body heat radiated off one another, forbidding any cool breeze from entering. They were incredibly close this way, and no words could describe the way your boyfriend moved his tongue inside your mouth expertly while shifting his hips and starting to thrust —
Tadashi tore away from Kei's mouth to gasp with a groan, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
It wasn't as deep or fast as when Kei entered behind him, but god, was it intoxicating. Addictive. Tadashi's legs were bent and locked around Kei's sides as they trembled. And Tadashi, he didn't know what else to do but hang his mouth open, blush inching up his neck.
..the neck Kei started mouthing, low moans loud next to Tadashi's ear. One arm snaked under Tadashi's torso, holding him tighter against him as he continued rolling his hips. "Is this good?" Kei asked him, voice quiet and husky.
"God ," Tadashi breathed. “It feels so - so good, Kei.. So full..”
Kei groaned as Tadashi's hand fumbled upwards to grasp his hair, the other holding his bicep like an anchor. Kei just continued pressing kiss after kiss on Tadashi's neck, sucking tiny bruises and focusing on a few spots that made Tadashi bite his lip to stifle a whimper.
There wasn't much skin-slapping sounds echoing off the walls, but more so Kei’s hot body moving heavily on top of him in a way that was both delicious and torturous, the head of Tadashi's wet cock trapped between them against their bellies, throbbing and wanting to be touched desperately.
Tadashi took a few controlled breaths before releasing Kei's arm to reach between them to stroke his own length. Just then, Kei shifted his body, spreading Tadashi’s thighs as they both watched his thick cock sink in and pull out in a steady rhythm. Tadashi looked so dazed, half out-of-his-mind, as he watched his tight ass get filled up. Kei pulled his hips back only to thrust them in a bit harder this time.
"Oh fuck - Kei - yes -"
Stuttering, sparks jolting through Tadashi’s veins as his stomach contracted and heaved, and he couldn’t help but let out a series of whining, airy ‘fucks' as his eyes rolled back.
Kei went obviously more turned on by this, purposely hitting his prostate again and Tadashi loudly moaned. Flat out moaned like in the movies, with no planning or thought process. Tadashi couldn't even calculate what his face must've looked like when he did: eyebrows furrowed, eyes screwed tight, mouth gaping, face sweaty and hot, but whatever happened Kei caught it and was thrown off rhythm for a split second.
"Fuck , Tadashi - baby - fuck -“ was all Tadashi hears before desperate wet lips were pressed so hard to his, Kei’s tongue wildly fighting his way in.
Through the frenzy and burning pleasure and unattainable desire to just grab each other, tugging and kissing and doing whatever means possible to be close, as if wanting to possess each other, Tadashi unbelievably conjured up an idea; he wouldn't be too embarrassed of what he’d look like if he saw Kei coming first. It was simple logic: Tadashi wouldn't miss Kei's orgasm face and his boyfriend might be too focused on his own ecstasy to focus on Tadashi's crimson and sweaty face.
So he reacted on instinct: he grabbed the back of Kei’s head, licked his mouth, and ground his hips to meet his hard thrusts as he clenched around his cock. And Kei moaned brokenly, just like last time before he crashed over the edge. He pistoned his hips into his warm hole, and Tadashi could feel his cock swell harder inside him as his orgasm neared. Kei looked so lost in pure pleasure as he stared at Tadashi’s face, sweat dripping down his forehead.
"I love you, Tadashi," Kei groaned out, eyes locked into his. "I love you - I love you - I love you so much, fuck -" then his moans went silent as he finally let go and came.
"I love you, too," Tadashi panted against his mouth, and then silently cursing his own dick for aching like there was no tomorrow. Fuck. Did his cock not get the memo his boyfriend needed to be the first one here?
Yet, his boyfriend didn’t stop moving his cock inside him, eyes still focused on Tadashi’s face, as he shakily snuck a hand beneath him and wrapped a fist around Tadashi's length, jerking it with his thrusts, going faster and faster and then —
Tadashi's back arched off the bed as his jaw hung open, a high-pitched moan rolling from the chest all the way to his mouth. His skin felt like it was vibrating and on fire. The muscles on his thighs twitched uncontrollably as his cock released white spurts, lining his heaving chest. The pleasure was so intense, he didn't even know if he was breathing.
Maybe it was only a few seconds or a few hours, but Tadashi's vision came back into focus. His ears were ringing and his lungs were working again, gulping in air. Kei's face was only a few inches from him, and Tadashi realized his boyfriend was still going, still rocking in and out like before. If not faster, even more wild.
"Oh my god - Tadashi," he heard Kei say somewhere in his gasp, and suddenly Tadashi was being kissed again. Messy, wet and off-center, a lot of teeth and slippery lips. “Fuck - you’re so —” then Kei dug his cock deeper into him and halted, and before Tadashi knew it, he was staring at his boyfriend as Kei came again, his eyes clenched tight this time with a very long, loud groan. His lips were parted and trembling. His forehead pinched. He seemed to take in little gasps, his face incredibly pink. Sweat shined off his forehead. His arms tightened around Tadashi.
And Tadashi had never seen anything that hot in his life.
The world around them eventually stopped spinning. Kei was sucking in air before breaking out in breathless chuckles, and Tadashi soon joined in. Then Tadashi kissed his jaw and Kei hummed, smiling drowsily down at him.
He lifted Tadashi's legs once more to slowly ease out of him, and a trickle of warm cum came out of his entrance.
“Shit, baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll clean you up,” Kei fumbled tying up the leaking condom before wrapping it in a wad of tissue. He hurriedly went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and wiped him down.
Tadashi felt sweaty and gross, and as he tiredly removed the sweaty hair stuck on his forehead, his previous insecurities snuck up on him, reminding him of what just happened and what Kei must have seen -
"You are so fucking hot, I just came inside you twice," Kei carelessly threw the rug off the floor before surprising Tadashi with a kiss, rough and passionate and definitely not drowsy.
Tadashi blushed again, if that was possible. His cheeks already felt like they were made of fire. His ears had to be giving off steam. So if Kei meant 'hot' in that manner, he wasn't wrong.
"I'm serious," Kei continued, settling down next to Tadashi. He laid on his side, cheek pressed into the pillow. He pulled Tadashi nearer to him with a huge sigh, as if he couldn’t handle the minute space between them, and Tadashi felt adoration squeeze his heart. "We’re so lucky you can’t get pregnant because I think I broke the condom. Your face looked so hot, I couldn’t even stop to pull out."
"Yeah, um, that was very ‘irresponsible sex’ of you, Tsukki," Tadashi joked, feeling like anything else he did would be dumb.
Kei shook his head in his 'I can't believe you ' way. "That may have been the sexiest thing I have ever seen."
"My come face?!" Tadashi asked, incredulous.
Nodding, Kei grinned close-mouthed and with crinkled eyes. Tadashi still can’t believe he could make him look like this. Happy, satisfied, in love and fucked out.
Tadashi stared at him for five whole seconds. "You're just saying that."
"Look me dead in the eyes," Kei moved up to his elbows,staring intensely at Tadashi. "When I saw you come, my mind just went - that was it. There’s no way I could pull out, I just have to finish inside you. ”
"Oh god," Tadashi groaned, hiding his face and smile behind his hands. Even though his chest fluttered pleasantly (though he'd never admit it). “You really would’ve gotten me pregnant.”
Kei laughed, planting a kiss to his forehead. "You’re so sexy. I love you."
"Oh, you think what I did was sexy?" Tadashi piped up, now bearing a look of mischief. "Let's discuss your face when you came."
Kei's smile fell, and for a moment Tadashi saw what he had felt for so long: the self-consciousness, the embarrassment, how he doubted his boyfriend would ever find him desirable. "Was it bad?" Kei asked, voice wavering in caution.
He walked his fingers up Kei's arm and to his shoulder until he reached his neck. Then Tadashi cupped his hand around it and pulled himself up to lock his lips with Kei's. It wasn't anything near erotic, but it was pure. Impeccable slotting, as if their mouths were made for each other.
"You were absolutely perfect," Tadashi whispered when they separated.
Yes, everything still felt sticky and they needed to shower and change the sheets. His thighs were sore as was his ass, but his words held truth. He enjoyed it more than he expected, and knowing Kei had too, had actually come when seeing Tadashi's face, just made it all the better. "Thank you, baby."
"For what?" Kei asked, though in his eyes Tadashi knew he already had that answer.
So, instead Tadashi kissed him again, because he could. Because they could be procrastinators on clean-up and were allowed to trade lazy, sweet kisses.
They could just be the two of them.