He wants those pants off as much as Kuroo wants to take them off. But allowing him outright like this? Naah. He shifts his leg to press it up against Kuroo's groin, moving it very slowly. He wants to recompose himself a bit, to not let his mind go completely blank (even if it's tempting to do so) and slides his hands underneath Kuroo's shirt.

"A-Already? You didn't even take off my shirt. I don't know i-if I should let you," Tsukishima smirks, despite the flush and stutter in his voice.