There's a deep sigh and held back moan once their tongues entangle. The heat that was slowly rising to his cheeks had skipped several levels and just fully painted his face red. He wraps both of his hands around Kuroo's neck, slipping fingers in hair on back of his head. Compared to Kuroo, Tsukishima's not that brave, but that much embarrassed to keep his eyes open (because what he said before pulling Kuroo in for a kiss was cheesy and embarrassing).