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[Much better, Kenma decides immediately. Now it's easier for him to touch Kuroo as well, from his face to his ridiculous hair to his muscular neck and shoulders.

Kenma has known since about his second year of middle school that Kuroo is attractive - or rather, that was when Kenma noticed that Kuroo had grown into an attractive boy - but his view of attractiveness has always been clinical and objective, comparing people to idols or actors or star athletes. Kuroo's height, sharp features, and lean muscle tone made him stand out as particularly attractive for a high school student, but Kenma judges Akaashi to be more attractive because he could fit in on a TV drama or in a pop group.

Now the ground is getting slipperier under his feet. To like the way that Kuroo's body feels under his palms, or crave the strength of Kuroo's arms around his comparatively small frame, isn't an objective judgment. Nor is his admiration of the high color in Kuroo's cheeks and redness of his kiss-swollen lips.

Kenma's back in his thoughts again. Thankfully, Kuroo kisses them away with the same ease as the first time and Kenma soon finds himself wishing that Kuroo's big hands would venture somewhere other than his face. He breaks the kiss for just long enough to whisper this reassurance, his tone unintentionally coy:]

You can touch me too, Kuro.

[ Transforming from a shy, awkward kid into a handsome, charismatic teenager has been an interesting journey, to say the least. As far as most people can tell Kuroo has always been confident, but Kenma knows him better than anyone, and he was there to witness that change firsthand. It's part of the reason Kuroo doesn't mind when Kenma teases him; it's comforting, and it's kept him level-headed when he otherwise might have become overconfident.

Getting attention from his peers has long since become the norm, and sleeping around developed into a habit he genuinely enjoyed - but, beneath all of that, his thoughts were always with Kenma. The younger boy was the one person who never seemed to care that Kuroo was suddenly the hottest guy in class, that rumours of his skills in the bedroom kept popping up everywhere, that he got voted school heartthrob three years in a row. Kenma always treated him exactly the same as usual, and that simultaneously cemented Kuroo's love for him while turning the tall boy inside out with frustration.

Yet, somehow, they're here in his bed, making out. It's beyond just kissing by this point, with the way Kenma seems hungry for it, not once pulling back or rejecting Kuroo in any capacity. Just as they're settling into it, just as Kuroo is starting to think he should ask what Kenma wants next, the blonde boy goes and does that thing he's quickly becoming quite good at: making Kuroo's entire body freeze from a combination of shock and arousal.

You can touch me too, Kuro.

He's pretty sure he's gonna come in his pants at this rate. ]

Oh, [ he says intelligently, blinking, mouth suddenly going dry. His hands move away from Kenma's face but he isn't sure what to do with them, suddenly, so they end up settling on thin shoulders somewhat awkwardly. ]

I -- [ get it together, dumbass! ] -- how - where?

[And true to that complete lack of interest in Kuroo's rizz, Kenma holds back absolutely none of the scorn in his expression when Kuroo sputters that question at him.]

You're the expert, aren't you?

[Why has he been so strange about this? Even if there is some big difference related to having sex with a childhood friend as opposed to someone he's only known for a handful of years at most, Kenma still can't see why Kuroo's moods and reactions should keep veering around so wildly if he really is confident in his skills. It's not like there's any chance that he's been lying about his prolific conquests - Kenma's heard about them from several other sources, and at least two were firsthand accounts. So what's going on?

Kenma leans back a little to get a fuller view of the boy sitting in front of him, as if that might offer some hidden insight he simply hasn't noticed - and that's when he sees just how arousing his friend has found their kissing lesson. He's not exactly in a position to judge whether it's normal for a few kisses to have that strong of an effect, but he can at least guess that being so fired up might blunt Kuroo's cognitive processes.

More importantly though - Kuroo is hard.]

Whoa. Uh. [That's all Kenma can say. Suddenly he's not thinking too clearly, either.]

[ Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!!

Kuroo watches as Kenma's eyes flick down, then as realization dawns on that pretty face, and the red in his cheeks is no longer just from arousal. His hands suddenly have a use as he presses them to his crotch, feeling every bit as embarrassed as the first time he realized he had a hard-on in the middle of class. Only this is worse, because back then he could at least laugh it off, but now Kenma's staring at him, judging him, and Kuroo's lost all of his usual bravado. ]

Sorry-!

[ He looks away, doing his best to keep his breathing under control, but he's so close to losing himself that he genuinely doesn't know what to do. Kenma must think he's the biggest idiot in the world - but that's better than him realizing how Kuroo really feels, right? ]

You're just -- [ he squeezes his eyes shut, then clears his throat, before continuing in what he wants to be an assertive tone but really comes out in more of a mumble: ]

-- you're really fuckin' cute, and it's turning me on. Like, a lot.

Edited (wording!) 2024-07-01 03:29 (UTC)

[Another weird reaction. Kenma's surprised, yes, and what they're doing feels a lot more... weighty when he's actually staring down the barrel of his best friend's erection, but isn't this what they're here for? Why is Kuroo so embarrassed?]

Kuro. Calm down.

[Kenma's familiarly soft, placid tone isn't at all forced. He's not struggling to put on a composed face. In fact, knowing and understanding that he's the entire cause of Kuroo's arousal - not just the acts he's performing with Kuroo, but something anchored in his unique self - takes him beyond feeling at ease to actively interested.

More than that, he's becoming aware of a sudden, heady sense of power that nothing about his appearance or physical form has ever given him before.]

I want to see it. Can I?

[ If this is all it takes to give Kenma that feeling of power, then Kuroo's in for a rough time. He's already totally powerless, each soft question that slips past Kenma's lips so innocent and curious that Kuroo knows he can't possibly be teasing, and yet...!

But he tries his best to stay calm. If not for his own sake, then for Kenma's - although he doesn't seem to need it, considering how naturally he's speaking. Kuroo can't figure out when the dynamic shifted between them, when this little exercise went from him being the leader to Kenma taking the reins from him, but at this point it's pretty obvious who's in charge.

Some part of his soul dies when Kenma asks to see it and he has to suck in a long, slow breath before forcing himself to look back at the other boy. There's something in Kuroo's expression now that wasn't there before, some kind of frightened hope, and no matter how hard he tries he can't hide it.

Maybe... if he tells Kenma, maybe he won't get freaked out. Maybe he won't run away. Maybe he won't say no. ]

Um. Y-yeah.

[ Shit, is he actually stuttering?! Fuck his whole life. He tries to ignore it by looking down at where his hands are still doing an awful job of concealing the tent in his sweats; after a second he swallows, thinks fuck it, and shifts his hips so he can tug the fabric down.

Their position makes it so he can't get them off all the way, but manages to get his pants pushed down far enough for his dick to come free, red and swollen and pretty sizeable already even though he isn't fully hard yet. He very pointedly does not look at Kenma, just waiting to hear what he says, trying to steel himself for whatever's about to happen. ]

[Not looking at Kenma is a mistake.

Because Kenma's curiosity isn't just innocent, it's eager. He's affected by their kisses too - maybe not enough to stir anything between his legs, at least not yet, but more than enough to plant the seeds of an intense fascination with the new Kuroo sitting in front of him. This Kuroo is attracted to Kenma, aroused by his appearance and behavior; this Kuroo lights up Kenma's body with his lips, awakens questions in Kenma's mind about what other sensations might be possible; this Kuroo is as alluring as other people have always insisted.

Or is he a new Kenma?

Kuroo's dick is much bigger than his, which isn't exactly surprising given the stark difference in things like their shoe sizes. Kenma looks at it for a moment, silent and inscrutable, then - and this is why Kuroo should've kept an eye on him - reaches out and wraps one eagerly curious hand around its length.]

[ Here's the thing: Kuroo thinks about Kenma a lot.

Like, an absolutely ridiculous amount. Sexual stuff, obviously, when he wants to get off or in the shower or late at night, but also just throughout the day: whenever they're not together he wonders how Kenma is doing, if anything's bothering him, if he's lonely. No matter how unlikely the worry, Kuroo can't restrain himself, though he's become an expert at hiding those worries.

So combining both his normal thoughts with the more lustful one he's indulged in results in a very intense emotional state, and that's the reason he's sticking to for what happens when Kenma reaches out to touch his cock. ]

Hey-!

[ As soon as those fingers wrap around him Kuroo's head whips back around, eyes impossibly wide as they take in the sight of Kenma's fingers on his skin, his own erection swollen to an almost painful extent, and Kenma's face - oh, god, Kenma's face --

It's all too much. The buildup, the pressure, the desires he's been hiding for fucking decades all come loose and his hips jerk almost violently as he comes without warning, surprising both himself as well as Kenma, no doubt. There's a lot, too, and it's embarrassing; his spunk shoots out in thick ropes before coming to land on Kenma's fingers and wrist, the scent quickly filling the air between them as Kuroo goes silent, chest heaving with heavy breaths. ]

["Surprised" is an understatement.

Kenma stills but doesn't release Kuroo's cock from his hand when he lets out that exclamation, and what happens next startles him so completely that he goes full deer-in-headlights. It's so sudden, the shift from Kuroo at rest to Kuroo shuddering and thrusting and expelling massive amounts of cum all over himself - and all over Kenma as well, or at least his hand and part of his forearm.

It's the first orgasm he's seen that isn't his own, and he's never had one that was anything like that. He jerks himself off when his body insists that it's time and thinks of nothing but the sensation so it'll be over quicker, and the climax usually amounts to a sticky puddle in his palm and a warm, pleasant sense of relief. Kuroo looks like he just ran a marathon or fought his way through a whole gang of criminals or something, so shaky and short of breath.]

That... [Kenma stares down at his soiled hand. Looks up into Kuroo's flushed face. Back down at his hand.] ... I didn't mean to... make that... happen...

[He feels hotter than ever. His clothes feel like they're woven of lead. His skin feels too tight for his body.

For perhaps the first time in his life, Kenma is horny.]

((STOP HAVING EMOTIONAL TFLNS YOU TWO))

[... is this real? This feels like something that would happen in a romance - the handsome hero tells his nervous, shy love interest that all the other girls were just ways to forget that he couldn't have her - except they're in some weirdly sappy BL version and Kenma's chest suddenly feels tight.

All this time. All this time. Kuroo's been hurting himself in so many ways over Kenma. He can't change any of that, but he can make things right now that he knows better.

His eyes bright, Kenma turns toward Kuroo and slings a leg over his lap, settling down onto his legs and draping both arms over his shoulders. One corner of his mouth twitches upward as he brushes Kuroo's messy fringe out of the way to see his entire face.]

So now all of that attention is mine. [Yep, definite greedy side here.]

[ For Kuroo, loving Kenma has just become part of his life, the same way school and volleyball are. He loves Kenma in the same way he breathes, without thinking. That's not to say it hasn't hurt him at times, but he's never going to blame Kenma or guilt-trip him for not noticing Kuroo's feelings. No, this is a burden Kuroo has always been happy to bear by himself.

He'd been prepared to bear it forever, too - but now Kenma's here in front of him, accepting him, climbing into his lap wait what holy shit--

Kuroo blinks owlishly at the boy suddenly sitting on top of him, cheeks gone scarlet as he feels Kenma's weight settle against his thighs. It's Kuroo's turn to compare this to some BL novel as Kenma's fingers brush away his fringe, his normally passive voice suddenly dipping into a tone typically reserved for video games. ]

...Yeah, [ he breathes out, overpowered by Kenma's sudden advance. Shit, he's so weak for this guy. ] All yours, Kenma. For as long as you want it.

Edited 2024-07-08 14:54 (UTC)

[Kuroo's flustered, overwhelmed retreat always feeds the rare flashes of courage that bring on gestures like this from Kenma, leading to a surprisingly compatible dynamic in their fledgling sexual relationship. Even if Kenma had planned to climb up here and just cuddle for awhile, seeing the colour rise in Kuroo's cheeks and hearing the tremor in his voice would inevitably make him crave more of those reactions - and he didn't plan to keep things innocent in the first place.]

I want you to touch me now. [Just like they discussed earlier - Kenma in his lap, the two of them kissing, Kuroo's hands all over him. He even picks up Kuroo's hands and sets them on either side of his waist, an endearing little sign of frustration at Kuroo's nervous reticence.

He does take the lead with kissing this time, though, since he's making so many demands. After the first time, when he surged forward so eagerly that their teeth banged together, Kenma knows to approach more cautiously and make sure his mouth is soft and pliant when it presses against Kuroo's - and just like that first time, every part of him goes warm and pleasantly tingly at the moment of contact.

Kenma thinks he's going to become a very big fan of kissing, against all odds.]

[ Kuroo will never not react like this to Kenma. After so many years spent thinking that they'd never have a physical relationship, seeing the younger boy push forward and just take what he wants is the biggest turn-on ever. For all Kuroo's typical confidence in the bedroom, this is the one thing that leaves him weak-kneed and wide-eyed, feeling like a virgin all over again.

Thankfully, Kenma's pretty clear about what he wants, and that makes it easier for Kuroo's brain to kickstart itself back into action. His hands quickly find their way beneath the edge of Kenma's shirt, calloused fingertips brushing over smooth skin, and when Kenma kisses him it feels even better than it did the first time.

He's a quick learner, Kuroo thinks absently, as he takes his time just kissing Kenma like that, a soft sound rising in his throat. After all the tense emotion of earlier, it's nice to fall into this: simple, easy, like they've done it a million times before. Kenma fits against him perfectly; his broad palms slide up to wrap around the other's waist, almost big enough to fit all the way around him.

His tongue darts out to press against the seal of Kenma's mouth, seeking entry, another - more eager - sound rising in his chest now. ]

[It may just be his imagination, but Kenma thinks that Kuroo's a bit more... settled this time. Those little noises spilling out from between their joined mouths don't sound as frantic, and the fact that his hands go straight for bare skin seems like a positive sign.

Not just a positive for Kuroo, either. His hands are so warm, his palms so broad and his fingers so long, Kenma swears that Kuroo could span the narrowest part of his back with a single splayed hand. The fact that he nearly encircles Kenma's waist with both makes him shiver deeply, gasping just in time to open his mouth to Kuroo's hot, probing tongue.

Without even noticing, Kenma starts to shuffle his body closer to Kuroo's in tiny increments until their pelvises are pressed together - on some subconscious level, his body craves the sensation that Kuroo denied him last time.]

[ This is definitely easier now that Kenma knows how Kuroo feels about him. Last time the older boy had been so worried - worried that he'd mess up, worried that Kenma wouldn't like it, worried that he'd blurt out his feelings at the worst possible time. In the end, he still wasn't very proud of how fast he ended up coming, not to mention the fact that he'd rushed off and left Kenma hanging.

This time, he's going to do things properly. ]

Kenma -- [ he murmurs between kisses, voice low and hot. He doesn't need to say anything in particular but he just likes how it feels to say the other's name like this, when they're making out. It's his turn to gasp when he feels the press of Kenma's crotch against him, closer than it's ever been before, and this time there's absolutely no way to hide the interested little twitch his dick gives beneath his sweats.

This time, though, Kuroo doesn't shrink back. Kenma knows what Kuroo wants; moreover, Kenma seems to want it in return. So Kuroo rolls his hips up once, twice, grip firm around Kenma's waist to make sure he can feel exactly what effect he's having on Kuroo. ]

[Oh, his name sounds good like that. Kuroo's so often trying to tear Kenma's attention away from something else that there's often a slight drawn-out whine at the end of his name - KenmaaAAA - but this time it hits like a white-hot punch to the gut.

As does the slow swell of Kuroo's cock against his body as he grinds upward again and again, the hard column of his arousal a bit bigger every time. Kenma knows that his own is filling out as well but the first time they rub together properly, his hips jerk forward of their own accord and he has to break the kiss just to catch his breath.]

Oh - [Startled and breathless, Kenma buries his face in Kuroo's hair to try and gather his wits again.] That's - so good.

[ It's impossible not to chuckle at Kenma's response, though it comes out sounding a lot more breathless than usual thanks to the fact that Kuroo can feel Kenma's dick now, too. Neither of them is completely hard yet but it still feels amazing, and Kuroo suddenly find himself imagining what it'll feel like to rub together like this without any clothes getting in the way, just hot skin against hot skin --

He clamps down on that thought quickly, though, because he's pretty sure ruminating on it will make him spill way too early again. He's doing pretty well compared to last time, and he doesn't want to fuck it up - especially considering the promise he'd made to Kenma. ]

Yeah?

[ He turns to nose at the nape of Kenma's neck, inhaling deeply. He smells warm, a bit like brown sugar, but below that there's an unmistakable musk.

Kuroo rolls his hips again, not bothering to hide the groan that falls from his lips as they grind together. ]

Wanna make you feel good, Kenma, [ he murmurs. ] Wanna make you come just like I said I would.

[Turns out that Kenma's mind is headed in the same direction, though maybe for more practical reasons - he's just remembered Kuroo's massive load from the first time and assuming Kuroo stays here tonight, Kenma won't have anything clean for him to wear if he gets his clothes dirty.]

Should - nnh - we - take off - our clothes? [Every roll of Kuroo's hips makes Kenma gasp.] Could be - messy -

[Luckily his face is still hidden in Kuroo's dark hair, so Kuroo won't have to see his face heat up at his own suggestion.]

[ Kenma's mind is way further ahead than Kuroo's - but that's just par for the course at this point, isn't it? After all, Kenma's always been the smarter one between the two of them, better at analysis and strategy in every single way. Kuroo just never expected that to apply in the bedroom as well as on the court.

So the suggestion causes his hips to stutter, breath hitching in his throat and hands going tight around Kenma's waist. He might not be able to see the other boy's face but his skin is hot to the touch and the prospect of being able to see it - all of it - is too good to reject. ]

Good idea, [ he breathes out, fingers already grasping the hem of Kenma's shirt to tug it upwards. He's not going to force it off, but it's pretty clear that he's more than ready for it. ]

[That reaction, though. Every little thing Kenma does brings on such strong reactions from Kuroo, and the power is utterly dizzying - if rather impotent when Kenma still knows so little about sex or even foreplay. Still, his awareness that Kuroo effectively lives in the palm of his hand when they're like this just keeps building and building, and those reactions always feed the simmering heat in his own belly.

Kenma sits up and raises his arms to let Kuroo strip him of his shirt, revealing the deep flush that colours his skin all the way down to his collarbones. His hair is mussed, the usual sharpness of his gaze is blunted; Kuroo has already made quite a debauched mess of Kenma, and they're just getting started.

He won't get too long to admire the sight, though, before Kenma's tugging at Kuroo's shirt in the same way.]

[ Honestly? It's embarrassing, how easily Kenma can control Kuroo when they're like this. Up until now they've always been on a more-or-less even keel, the give and take nature of their relationship coming to them easily despite Kuroo's hidden feelings. Now, though, there's no way Kuroo can pretend he won't do whatever Kenma asks of him. His heart's laid out on the table, and no matter what Kenma chooses to do with it, Kuroo isn't going to regret a single thing.

There's nothing to regret yet, though, and as Kenma's pale skin is revealed all thoughts swiftly leave Kuroo's mind, replaced by a simple holy shit. They've been naked around each other before - playing sports together means it's inevitable - but this totally different. Now Kuroo can look, can touch, can take his time admiring each plane and ridge of Kenma's lightly-muscled body. He isn't built the way some guys are but Kuroo prefers it, enjoying the way his hands can smooth themselves over miles and miles of Kenma's slim body.

Soon enough, though, Kenma's tugging at his shirt,and Kuroo is more than happy to tug the offending garment over his head, tossing it aside without looking before leaning back in to steal a deep, messy kiss. Kenma might want to look at him, too, but Kuroo's hungry for it now, instincts driving him forward without stopping. ]

[Kuroo also looks entirely different with his shirt off now that they're in the position they are, though the shock is more muted in Kenma's sake. He's slowly realizing that a part of his mind must have just partitioned away the development of Kuroo's good looks and strong body as they got older, both to protect himself and so that he could take on the role of deflating Kuroo's head when he got a bit too drunk on the praise and attention from others. Now that he, too, has given himself permission to look and admire...

... he'll have to process the sight later, as Kuroo's tongue is now deep in his mouth.]

Mmph - ! [Kenma only manages a muffled noise of complaint before giving in to Kuroo's ravenous kiss with a shiver. If he can't look, his hands will just have to take up the task instead - he slides his hands from the small of Kuroo's back up to his impressive shoulders, then back down and around to feel out the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Good lord, Kenma can actually feel his dick swelling to full hardness just from the feel of Kuroo's muscles under his palm.

That's something he would never live down if Kuroo wasn't so lost in sensation. Gotta be thankful for that.]

[ Fuck, Kenma's hands feel so good - Kuroo doesn't know how it's possible, but they feel better than anyone else's hands ever have, despite their inexperience. Maybe he can somehow subconsciously tell that Kenma's trying to map him out like this, without seeing him.

There's also a not-so-small part of Kuroo that feels proud, boastful even, of his own body. He knows he's handsome, but he's also worked hard to develop himself into an athlete capable of competing at the highest level possible, which means his body isn't just attractive but useful, powerful. His muscles flex and pull taut under Kenma's fingers and an appreciative hum rises in his throat as he licks his way into Kenma's mouth once more, a hand coming up to run through the other boy's soft, silky hair.

His other hand slides downwards, thumb catching on a nipple briefly before continuing, and soon enough he's got his fingers under the waistband of Kenma's pants. He gives them a playful little tug, lips turning up into a smirk against Kenma's mouth. ]

You really gonna let me see you?

[It's funny, how Kenma hasn't felt remotely self-conscious until the moment Kuroo asks that question. He knows that Kuroo likes his looks and that's been enough to make them unimportant to him, but now he's newly aware that Kuroo's wanted this for a very long time. He's undoubtedly built up certain... if not expectations, at least preconceived ideas about what Kenma's got to work with.

Now he's self-conscious, and it shows in the way he holds his head as he leans back to wiggle out of his pants (no underwear with his pyjamas), tilted downward so that his hair curtains his face as fully as possible. Eventually he realizes that he can't avoid climbing off Kuroo's lap if they're both stripping completely naked, and so he sidles backward off the bed to finish the job.

What Kenma doesn't realize yet is that everything about him is already perfect to Kuroo, so he could be smooth as a Ken doll under his pants and Kuroo would find a way to accept and love that aspect of him. He's not, of course, but he's also not that impressively endowed even when fully hard, and he finally gets why some guys freak out so much about their size.

And so he just stands there, head tilted down, fully naked with his hands fidgeting nervously in front of him.]

[ Kuroo's been with enough people to have seen all sorts of body types - and that includes a pretty wide array of dick shapes and sizes, too. He's long since come to the realization that the details of a person's body aren't nearly as important as the way he can make them feel and vice-versa; he's been with guys who were awful despite being blessed downstairs, and guys who were incredible in spite of their looks making them seem less so.

Not that any of that matters when it comes to Kenma, because Kuroo loves him too much to allow something as shallow as his looks to bother him, but it helps as he watches the younger boy suddenly shrink back into himself, clearly less confident than he was a moment ago. ]

Kenma, [ he calls quietly, voice warm and stable, reaching out to take the other's hand in his own. It's Kuroo's turn to lean in and attempts to catch Kenma's eyes, smile gone soft and full of affection. The fact that Kenma is trusting him with his body is a big deal, and Kuroo wants to make sure that Kenma knows he appreciates it. ]

I don't think you know just how beautiful you are.

smoochin with kuroo (sumashu)

you're the best (also that title 😂😘)

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post-confession feels (sumashu)

i love them your honor 🥲❤️

❤️!!!

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