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[Kenma knows full well now that he could never do something like this with anyone but Kuroo. Maybe much later in his life, but certainly not in high school and it's hard to imagine himself being confident enough even as an adult. It's so intimate, so primal, and the constant exchange of power would be terrifying with anyone else. This is an experience he could conceivably have talked himself out of for his entire life.

How can he possibly express so much to Kuroo? Saying that it was good, amazing, incredible, that's only a sliver of the truth. He gives Kuroo a long look through heavy lids as he struggles with the right response to that question, but what eventually slips from his lips does so with no pre-filtering at all:]

Thank you.

[Not for the single orgasm. Obviously. But he's sure Kuroo will know what he means: thank you for waiting, for keeping up faith all this time, for taking the chance that led them here before Kenma had any idea what he felt, for dealing with a massive single-color 3D puzzle like Kenma for so long in the first place...

Maybe orgasms make people sentimental, he doesn't know, but right now Kenma can't begin to imagine who he'd be if Kuroo had never come into his life. Maybe this actually is the kind of feeling that inspires people to enter into relationships. Maybe Kenma's in love.]

Edited 2024-07-10 23:04 (UTC)

[ Kuroo doesn't rush Kenma, doesn't push for a response the way some less-confident partners might. They've been friends long enough that even now, doing something so incredibly new and terrifying, Kuroo still somehow instinctively knows what to do. Being able to bring Kenma to orgasm has sated a lot of his initial fear, and seeing that heavy-lidded look on the other boy's face sends a wave of pride rushing through his body.

When Kenma thanks him Kuroo feels his heart do a funny little thing in his chest; for a second he has to fight off the sudden urge to cry, though he isn't sure what brings it on. He knows exactly how much weight those simple little words carry, and he isn't about to let them go without acknowledging them somehow.

So, swallowing hard, he leans back in and presses his lips to Kenma's in a long, meaningful kiss. When he finally pulls away he keeps their faces close, resting their foreheads against one another, his smile small and perhaps just a little watery. ]

I should be the one saying that, [ he mumbles, the words filled with vulnerability, the same way he'd sounded when he first came over tonight. ] Thank you, Kenma. Thank you for... trying. With me.

[Well, if Kenma is getting sentimental, at least he's not the only one and is far from the most sentimental. That wobbly smile makes Kenma let out a quiet breath of laughter, exasperated and fond, before he tilts his head to press their lips back together.

There's no need for anyone to cry, from happiness or sadness or anything else. They understand each other well enough that they don't have to say any more.

The strength is slowly returning to Kenma's body now so he takes the initiative and teases Kuroo's lips with his tongue, resting a hand on one solid thigh and winding the other into Kuroo's hair. All his movements are still relaxed and languid but there's desire simmering under the surface; Kenma's eager to find out what happens next.]

[ That soft little laugh does things to Kuroo that he can't explain, but there's no time for him to think about it before Kenma's kissing him again. His entire body feels light, as if he's walking on air; even after so many years of fantasizing, this is a million times better than he ever imagined it could be.

And that's before he feels Kenma's tongue against his lips, before that delicate-yet-powerful hand slips through Kuroo's thick black hair, before his other hand presses against Kuroo's thigh close enough to his groin that he can feel the heat emanating from it. As relaxed as Kenma's body feels Kuroo can tell he's bouncing back already; even if he wasn't, the older boy's body is responding, his cock - which had gone slightly soft from the sudden wave of emotion - coming back to life and steadily filling out once more.

He hums quietly against Kenma's mouth, parting his lips to let the other in, curious to see what Kenma will do if he's given the chance to take charge. He was clearly pretty good at it before; Kuroo's excited to discover where his instincts lead him next. ]

[Kenma's really coming to love the feel of Kuroo's muscles already, and his clever little hands, as Kuroo inwardly dubbed them, are almost constantly in motion as a result. He can't help but slide that hand down and back up Kuroo's thigh, around to the outside and back in, fascinated and excited by how much firmer it is than his own. Then it's up to his abdominal muscles, hard outward ridges totally unlike the scooped-out concave plane beneath Kenma's ribs that he can never seem to fill out.

Usually Kenma doesn't like to get too free with his praise when it comes to Kuroo - he gets more than enough of that from everyone else, and Kenma's determined to keep at least one of his feet on the ground - but this is different, right? Talking about what they like, what turns them on, makes things better. And besides, Kuroo's too mushy over Kenma right now to get properly arrogant about anything he says.]

... I like your body. [There's absolutely no guile in Kenma's delivery of the words he murmurs against Kuroo's mouth.] I like how it feels.

[ Kenma's hands feel amazing. No matter how often Kuroo's imagined this exact scenario, his fantasies don't even come close to matching how it actually feels to have Kenma touching him like this. Once again it's as though the setter is mapping Kuroo out, discovering every inch of him like he's a hidden dungeon in one of Kenma's games. It doesn't even matter that his dick is being ignored in favour of the rest of his body; Kuroo's just glad to be under examination in the first place.

And if Kenma's worried about inflating Kuroo's ego, well - that honestly isn't possible. No matter what kind of praise he offers up, Kuroo will cherish it like water in the desert, something far more precious than the shallow flattery he usually receives. Beneath everything Kenma says is the chance he might be joking; beyond each soft smile is that smug little look of his, the one that says he's just playing around.

Maybe it makes Kuroo a masochist, but... he likes that. He likes knowing Kenma can give and take away the thing he wants most at any given time: Kenma's wholly-devoted attention.

Which is why he shivers pleasantly when the younger boy says what he's thinking, one broad hand squeezing tight where it rests against Kenma's hip. Between them his erection twitches pitifully, almost begging for attention at this point. ]

Yeah?

[ The hint of relief in Kuroo's voice is a dead giveaway that Kenma isn't anywhere close to praising him too much. ]

What parts do you like best? [ he asks, trying to sound confident but clearly seeking out more of that delicious, all-consuming praise. ]

Hmm...

[Speaking of that sharp, smug grin - Kenma licks his lips as they quirk upward, and his eyes brighten with the knowledge that the power has shifted back in his direction. He backs up a little and gives Kuroo a long once-over, as if he hasn't already gotten a good eyeful and felt out most of Kuroo's body at this point.]

I still like your back and shoulders. And your hands. But your legs are pretty good too. [He lowers both hands back to Kuroo's thighs, giving them a solid squeeze right at the apex where his legs meet his torso. This time, he even knows to watch Kuroo's surprisingly expressive cock to see how it responds. Ah, it's getting pretty bad for Kuroo, huh?]

This is probably my new favorite. It's really entertaining.

[Finally, Kenma takes pity on Kuroo by wrapping a hand back around his cock - and this time he bends low to give it a tentative lick, right where the underside of the shaft meets the head. If that's not enough to cause another premature eruption, he'll continue with light strokes and flicks of his tongue here and there, still too uncertain to commit to taking the whole thing in his mouth.]

[ It's a little ridiculous, honestly, just how tightly Kenma has Kuroo wound around his finger. The older boy would never admit to it in public, but when they're being intimate like this, it's impossible not to feel as though Kenma's got him on a leash, ready and willing to do whatever he wants. That little smile, combined with the glint in Kenma's golden eyes, send yet another rush of blood to Kuroo's groin; when Kenma puts his hands on his upper thighs and squeezes, Kuroo doesn't even attempt to bite back the groan that rises in his throat.

And then, fuck, Kenma decides to torture him even more by leaning in and licking at his cock and shit, it takes every ounce of willpower in the older boy's body to keep himself from coming on the spot. One hand shoots out behind him to take his weight as he leans back, the other curling against the back of Kenma's skull and grasping his hair perhaps just a little too tightly. He's shaking; it would be embarrassing if he wasn't too turned on to think about anything else. ]

Fuck, Kenma-!

[ It doesn't matter that Kenma's mouth is barely on him; even this is so good, too good. His pretty blonde head looks perfect down there and Kuroo can't keep from staring, openmouthed. ]

[Ah, hair pulling. Kuroo mentioned that before. Turns out it just sort of stings - it's not super great but not nearly painful enough to make Kenma object, so he just keeps his attention on Kuroo's cock.]

I'm not putting the whole thing in my mouth yet.

[Something about that tight grip on his hair does make Kenma want to be perfectly clear on that point. He may trust Kuroo implicitly, but Kenma himself doesn't have a great sense of what arousal does to people yet; it'd just be irresponsible to leave any doors open that he's not yet ready to step through, and Kenma doesn't want Kuroo making a false assumption and then hating himself for it.

So. With that established, Kenma does part his lips around the tip of Kuroo's cock in a sort of deep kiss, circling his open mouth and dragging his tongue over it while he tightens his grip on the shaft and strokes it a bit faster. This is no strain at all - it's great, in fact, that so little can make Kuroo tremble as if he's about to shatter.

Jeez. Kenma's already starting to squirm as that warm, too-tight feeling spreads over the surface of his skin again. He's not going to be in the driver's seat forever, he thinks... and the thought gives him a thrill.]

[ The thing is, Kuroo isn't really trying to pull Kenma's hair - at least, not on purpose. He's just so overcome by both the sight and sensation of what's happening that he can't help himself. If anything, his subconscious is trying to hold Kenma back, rather than push him forward, because it knows Kuroo would come immediately otherwise.

Still, he can't blame Kenma for wanting to make it clear that he isn't about to just take it all. Kuroo would be shocked if he did, and not because he has any puffed-up notions about being too big for Kenma's little mouth - no, that's just not how the younger boy operates, is all. He's strategic, methodical, and does things in his own time.

That being said, though... ]

Kenma --

[ Kuroo swallows hard, tension skittering across his face, his toes curling as he feels hot breath ghost over his length. His voice is deeper now, but there's a note of alarm in it as he continues: ]

I'm really close... if you keep going I don't think - nnh - I'll be able to hold back --

[This is so much more fun when Kenma has more time to appreciate the slow build-up of tension in Kuroo's body. The shivers, the twitching muscles, the minute shifts in his voice - they're signposts guiding Kenma to the best possible technique, yes, but they're also his own private show and this one has his heart pumping pure heat and adrenaline through his veins. He can't stop now. All this energy will tear him to pieces if he doesn't get a resolution.

So when Kuroo gives him that warning, probably to avoid shooting a load into Kenma's mouth or face when the other boy isn't prepared, Kenma just takes it as encouragement. He seals his mouth even more tightly over the tip of Kuroo's cock, then wraps his free hand around the other to grip Kuroo's length as tight as possible and finish him off with hard, fast strokes.

He'll be fine. Even if it's another big load, he knows how it tastes now and he can swallow it all down.]

[ Yet again, Kenma does exactly the opposite of what Kuroo expects. He's so predictable sometimes that Kuroo tends to forget how capable he is of catching people completely off guard - it's a great asset to have on the team, and it's surely going to be fucking amazing in bed, but it's too much of a shock in this moment for Kuroo to appreciate it properly. ]

Kenma-!!

[ His cry of warning falls on deaf ears, because Kenma just keeps going, clearly not caring that Kuroo's right about to fall over the edge. In fact, it's quickly becoming clear that Kenma wants it to happen - based on the way his hand's jerking Kuroo and the tight seal of his lips over the head of his cock, Kenma wants Kuroo to come in his mouth.

That singular thought is what does it; no matter how intense the physical feelings are,the knowledge that Kenma isn't simply allowing this but actively seeking it out is the trigger that makes Kuroo cry out sharply, doubling over as his release shoots itself over Kenma's tongue in thick, almost violent pulses. ]

Kenma Kenma fuck fuck fuckkk --- !!

[ Kuroo's eyes clench shut as waves upon waves of indescribable pleasure crash over him. Unlike last time, when he came so fast he could barely feel anything beyond white-hot intensity, this time he can feel everything: the hot, wet cavern of Kenma's mouth, the soft strands of hair he's got grasped between his long fingers, the quiver of his abs as his entire body tenses up.

It feels as though it lasts forever. ]

[Kenma doesn't know why he's so surprised by how hot Kuroo's spunk feels in his mouth. He's already felt it on his hand, and besides, it's coming from inside Kuroo's body so of course it's hot. There's just something different about the way each thick jet hits his cheeks, his tongue, even the back of his throat, that feels like it should leave a burn all the way down his esophagus.

Which doesn't sound like a good thing, but it is. The taste may just be palatable, but Kenma likes the sensation. Kuroo might even catch a little moan sneaking past Kenma's lips right before he disengages them from Kuroo's dick and indicates, with a light tug on the arm keeping Kuroo's hand so tight in Kenma's hair, that he'd like to sit up now.]

There's so much. Is there always that much?

[There's actually a bit that Kenma didn't catch dribbled out one side of his mouth, but he hasn't noticed yet.]

[ Later, when he's level-headed enough to think back on this, Kuroo will realize that he completely missed that tiny moan thanks to the post-orgasm buzz ringing in his ears. As it is he barely registers Kenma's voice; the first thing to snap him out of his haze is that pull on his arm, and even then it's mostly instinct that makes him finally release Kenma from his grasp.

He tries to say something, but the words die on his tongue when he looks at Kenma's face and immediately spots that shiny trail of cum. His eyes go wide all over again, his already-heated cheeks darkening even further, and his spent cock twitches pathetically as the last dregs of his orgasm leave him. ]

...you're seriously gonna kill me, [ is all he manages to breathe out, one shaky hand reaching out so he can brush a thumb over that wetness, catching on Kenma's now-swollen lower lip before dropping back down. ]

[... ah, Kuroo's cute like this. He looks so helpless in a sweet way, like a child that needs to be shuffled off to bed but keeps insisting that they're not tired. Feeling unusually warm and indulgent, Kenma kisses Kuroo's cheek with the same mouth that just sucked the cum right out of him and slides gentle fingers through his hair.]

You need a nap, Kuro. [Never mind that it's probably long past when Kuroo would usually be asleep - Kenma gets the feeling that neither of them will sleep tonight, too energized by each other and the endless possibilities their new bond allows them to explore.] C'mon, lie down.

[Kenma stretches out on top of his bedding - he's still hot all over from everything they've done, much too hot to be under the covers - and holds a hand out to Kuroo. Whether they doze, cuddle, or launch right into another round, Kenma wants to feel Kuroo's embrace from this position for awhile.]

[ Kenma's sweet side is a rare sight, and Kuroo instantly softens beneath the attention, eager to take full advantage of it while he can. A sound that's practically a purr leaves him as he feels those fingers in his hair, and his entire body feels loose and relaxed as he follows Kenma's instructions, his own tall frame gradually sinking down against the mattress. ]

Don't wanna sleep, [ he mumbles, before reaching out to curl his long arms around Kenma and bring him in close. It may be too warm to get under the blanket, but Kuroo doesn't mind having Kenma's heat pressed right up against him like this. His chin finds a spot to rest atop the other's forehead and he nuzzles in, clearly content with their new position. ]

You're amazing. [ His voice is quiet, but sincere. ] Like, really, really amazing.

[This really is nice...

Kenma sighs and snuggles in close, draping an arm around Kuroo's waist and letting his eyes slip shut. Again he's struck by how masculine Kuroo has grown up to be - his natural musky scent, solid chest, strong arms, prominent Adam's apple, the cords of muscle visible in his neck, even the rich resonance of his deep voice. It's so strange now to remember how similar they looked as kids, all messy hair and huge peering eyes atop tiny, hunched frames. Who would have guessed that they'd turn out this different?

Not that Kenma feels lesser than Kuroo because of his own slight stature, soft voice and features, and comparatively slender body. His admiration stems not from envy but from attraction, and he's almost certain now that his mind has stubbornly refused to see Kuroo's changes for so long because he couldn't cope with the reality of being attracted to him.

You're amazing, Kuroo says, and Kenma thinks, so are you. Sorry it took me so long to see.

What he says aloud is closer to his thoughts than usual, just a bit filtered:]

You too.

[ The difference in their body types has always been one of Kuroo's favourite things, though he's rarely said as much out loud. Kenma's smaller form is no less beautiful for its size, at least to him, and the captain sometimes finds himself wondering how different the world must look when seen from Kenma's eyes.

He's also fantasized about those differences plenty of times, imagining the broad span of his hands around Kenma's waist, the way he'd fit perfectly in Kuroo's lap, the fact that he'd be light enough to toss around a little...

He can't help but laugh quietly as he realizes some of those fantasies have already come true tonight, and even more will probably happen in the near future - as long as Kenma says it's okay, of course.

For now, it's more than enough to be here, holding the smaller boy in his arms and inhaling the scent of him, feeling their bare skin touching closer than it ever has before. ]

Ahh, I like you so much, Kenma.

[ The admission expels itself from his throat in a relieved, breathless manner, and Kuroo feels himself relax fully for the first time since they'd started messing around together. ]

I kinda can't believe you're letting me hold you like this. [ He laughs again, pressing a kiss to the top of that little pudding head. ] I figured you'd hate this sort of stuff.

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