You Make Me Wanna Fly

His paws slipped in the mud as he watched Sverre lean down into a play bow. With one brow raised out of curiosity and a nervous chuckle leaving his pale lips, he was ultimately going to be too slow. Feeling the squelch of mud between his toes as he turned to turn and stand to get out of the way, he was suddenly covered by a heavy lump of wet warmth. Letting out a loud OOF as he began to fall over, there was nowhere for him to go. Sverre had successfully wrapped his long legs around him in a bear hug as they went crashing to the ground.

Feeling his body collide with the muddy grass, Kuroo closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Wiggling until he was facing Sverre better, he squinted up at the blue-coated man. Even as Sverre's warm alcohol-laden breath washed over him, he gave his head a shake. "Now what do you suppose we are going to do from here?" He teased with a smirk as he continued to try and wiggle out of Sverre's grasp. Feeling his heartbeat rise while he stared up at those fiery eyes, he felt a stir in his belly. What in the world were these feelings?

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