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Bokuto’s pretty sure that if anyone were to look at them they wouldn’t think that Sawamura would be the one to start, well, pretty much everything that gets started between the group as a whole. Kuroo’s the crafty one. Oikawa’s the challenging one. Terushima’s the playful one. Bokuto himself is energy personified. Ushiwaka and Futakuchi are such opposites, Ushiwaka being so reserved and calm while Futakuchi is easy going and provocative, so you also wouldn’t think that anything that interests one would appeal to the other.
But here they all are.
Heaped together in a writhing pile of limbs.
All because of Sawamura Daichi.
When Daichi had brought it up Bokuto was surprised. Mostly because of how innocent it was. Most of their interactions as an entire group (outside of volleyball) tend to involve less clothing and more groaning. What probably shocked him the most was hearing the phrase “cuddle puddle” fall from Daichi’s smiling lips without Daichi even flinching at the words.
He was all for a full group cuddle session, napping included if possible. He was just surprised when everyone else, every single other person who lived in the house, started filing into the main bedroom and flopping onto the bed.
Kuroo was, unsurprisingly, the first one to join Bokuto on the bed.
“So ‘cuddle puddle’ huh?”
“I know,” Bokuto snorted as Kuroo nuzzled against Bokuto’s throat and made himself comfortable. “It surprised me too.”
“Who the fuck says ‘cuddle puddle’ anyway?”
“Apparently Sawamura does.” Ushiwaka said from the doorway as he eyed the bed. “Where would be the best place for me to be?” Bokuto pulled himself up just a little and surveyed the area around them - they had pushed two king sized beds together to accommodate them as well as possible when they had all moved in - but before he could answer Oikawa’s voice floated in from the hallway.
“A different room, perhaps?” He huffed. “Out of my way so I can reach the bed.”
“Oikawa,” Kuroo chided, nose still pressed against Bokuto’s throat. “Play nice.” Then he rolled them over so Bokuto’s back was facing the doorway. “Ushijima should be in the middle since he’s the biggest of us all.” Oikawa snickered from the doorway before sliding past Ushiwaka and delicately elbowing his way in between Kuroo and Bokuto until he was the one nuzzling against Bokuto’s throat and Kuroo just sighed at the move.
As soon as Ushiwaka settled himself across the center of the mattresses Kuroo clambered over them and draped himself across Ushiwaka’s chest with a content hum when an arm wrapped around his waist and secured him down.
“Traitor,” Oikawa mumbled, but it was lost against the skin of Bokuto’s throat and he laughed at the tickling sensation.
“Oh yes! Cuddles. I am here for this.” Terushima’s eyes lit up as soon as he spotted them already in bed and he wasted no time in pulling off his sweatshirt and dropping onto the bed on the opposite side of Ushiwaka and curling his back against Ushiwaka’s side. A few minutes later Futakuchi and Daichi joined them and after some grumbles and grunts and elbows to ribs they finally situate themselves comfortably.
And here they are now.
Futakichi is on the outiside, half sprawled on Daichi who has Oikawa curled between himself and Bokuto. Bokuto is pressed against Ushiwaka’s side with one of Kuroo’s hands tangled in his shirt. Kuroo is lying mostly on Ushiwaka and Terushima, who has his back pressed against Ushiwaka’s side and Kuroo’s other hand tangled in his shirt.
It’s a giant mess of limbs and body heat and Bokuto is glad he was only wearing a thin shirt and shorts to begin with. Ushiwaka is probably melting under all that heat but he doesn’t seem to be inclined to complain about it. In fact Bokuto’s pretty sure he lets out a content hum when Kuroo shifts and settles himself even more fully over Ushiwaka’s chest.
Bokuto’s actually about to doze off when Kuroo’s muffled voice reaches him.
“Seriously, Daichi? ‘Cuddle puddle’?”
“Hey,” Daichi says immediately, “it worked.”