hellnokitty | OPEN POST

[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.

OPEN POST

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject