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[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.

[Beautiful...?

Kenma takes Kuroo's hand and steps in closer to him again, and there's a hint of a smile on his lips when he finally lifts his head and shakes his hair out of his eyes. Beautiful. Whether or not that's an overstatement, Kenma thinks he likes Kuroo thinking of him that way.

He'll probably never be a rugged, handsome type, but he can see himself maybe becoming beautiful.]

Your turn, [he reminds Kuroo, one corner of his mouth lifting a bit higher.]

[ It's small, almost imperceptible, but Kuroo can see it: Kenma's smile. Oh, just that tiny shift in his expression sends Kuroo's heart pounding in his chest, and for a moment all he can do is sit there are stare, so totally overwhelmed by this love and his new ability to show it that he can't tear his eyes away.

Kenma, though, is always the pragmatist, and his reminder makes Kuroo dip his head and chuckle. Before he moves to undress he brings Kenma's hand to his mouth, pressing his lips gently against those pale knuckles and looking up at the other boy from beneath his fringe, eyes warm with a mixture of adoration and lust.

Then, finally, he pulls his hand back in order to hook his thumbs in the waistband on his sweats, wriggling slightly as he tugs them down and off. After kicking them away he's left seated, completely nude, erection standing up proudly against his belly as his eyes return to Kenma's face. ]

Come here? [ he says, less of a command and more an invitation, reaching out again with both hands to beckon Kenma back into his lap. ]

[Ah... as much as Kenma would like to be embarrassed by the lavish romance of Kuroo's gestures, he just can't find a single drop of cynicism in his heart. He's utterly swept away, his cheeks pleasantly warm and an almost effervescent feeling in his chest.

But Kuroo's naked body, and the casual way he puts it on display sitting there on Kenma's bed, completely changes the mood. Kenma swallows hard as he rakes his eyes over Kuroo's entire form, a pulsing core of heat awakening inside him and throbbing even hotter and hotter when Kuroo invites him back. He's never wanted anything the way he wants Kuroo right now.

Even Kenma's posture is different as he climbs back into Kuroo's lap; there's something primal about his movements when both his unlikely grace and his anxious awkwardness are stripped away. He glances down between their bodies and lets out a harsh breath when he sees just how close their cocks are to each other. The intensity of the moment is almost unbearable.]

Can... I touch you?

[He's less asking for permission and more asking if Kuroo can handle it - with absolutely no judgment, mind you, because he's not sure how much he can handle now that they're skin to skin like this.]

[ The romance might be too much, but to Kuroo, it's barely enough to scratch the surface of his feelings. He doesn't want to scare Kenma away by being too forward - they've only just agreed to go out, after all - but he's so happy and excited to finally be able to show the other boy how he feels that he honestly can't help it.

His confidence is higher now, too, even as Kenma climbs back up and all that smooth, warm skin brushes against Kuroo. He inhales sharply at the sensation but manages to keep his head this time around, though he does let out an embarrassed little laugh when Kenma asks to touch him. He's pretty sure they're both thinking about how easily Kuroo spilled himself the last time they did this.

Thankfully, he feels pretty good about controlling himself tonight. The fact that Kenma knows how he feels makes it easier, and besides - Kuroo is still just as determined as ever to make sure he focuses on Kenma's pleasure rather than his own. ]

Of course you can, [ he murmurs, one hand settling back on the dip of Kenma's waist, the other coming to cup his cheek gently. He leans in to steal a chaste kiss before allowing his lips to move downwards, along the line of Kenma's jaw, then closing his teeth around Kenma's earlobe and nibbling lightly before he adds in a whisper: ]

Don't worry about me.

[The skin-on-skin contact really is overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Kenma can't even shift his weight without becoming very aware of Kuroo's nude body under his, all taut muscle and soft skin with a slight rasp of body hair in certain spots that makes Kenma's skin prickle pleasantly. Kuroo is so present like this, and Kenma doesn't think he could bear having anyone else this close and all-encompassing without feeling like his own presence was being erased.

Kuroo's touch jolts Kenma out of his almost meditative daze and he lets out a shaky sigh, leaning into Kuroo's gentle hand as his much more insistent mouth sends shivers all through Kenma's body. Who knew that his ears were so sensitive? He almost closes his eyes to luxuriate in the sensation, but - right. There's something more important that he wants to do.

Even with Kuroo's reassurance, Kenma can't help but be more cautious when he wraps a hand around Kuroo's erection. He remembers the way it twitched and throbbed in his grip that first time and his heart skips a beat as he gives Kuroo a second, then another and another...

... before finally exhaling a breath he didn't realize he was holding and giving Kuroo's cock a light, squeezing stroke. The pad of his thumb follows the line of a thick vein pulsing up the length of the shaft, then feels out every detail of the head, mapping Kuroo the same way he did earlier with his back and chest.]

[ Having Kenma against him like this feels like heaven. Kuroo's thought about this, dreamed about it, for so long that it almost feels surreal - but he can feel how warm Kenma is, can hear his breathing, can taste the light salt on his skin whenever his tongue connects with it. He doesn't do much, just letting Kenma guide them, equal parts curious and cautious as the smaller boy's hand slips southward.

The first touch of those fingers against his length makes Kuroo gasp quietly, but he's a lot less tense this time, and rather than shooting his load immediately he actually feels like he could last for a respectable amount of time. Still, he buries his face in Kenma's hair and lets his eyes slide shut, inhaling the other's scent while he simply lets himself feel.

Oh, Kenma's hands are so clever; then again, did Kuroo ever expect anything less? Those dextrous little fingers move over him as though they're directing a joystick, figuring out which spots feel best, committing Kuroo's most intimate areas to memory. It's strangely romantic and Kuroo feels his chest go tight momentarily, a sound rising and fading in his throat before he allows it to escape. ]

Kenma, [ he murmurs, the syllables filled with a head mixture of emotions: love, affection, pleasure, desire, gratitude. ] Feels good...

[Watching Kuroo explode out of nowhere may have been arousing, but this is so, so much better. Kuroo's absolutely right - Kenma will remember every spot that makes him shiver, twitch, gasp, or otherwise give away that it's especially sensitive. He's cataloguing them in his mind even as he takes in Kuroo's little reactions on a more physical level and his breathing gets quick and shallow with excitement.]

This is fun... [The ultimate Kenma seal of approval, delivered with a new rasp in his voice that gives away just how much he's enjoying himself. On his next upward stroke, he dips a fingertip right into the slit out of pure curiosity and jumps when he's rewarded with a little bead of precum that clings to his finger when he pulls his hand away.

Well. This is a rather controlled way to introduce himself to the taste, right? If Kuroo lifts his head to look at Kenma, he'll get to watch the younger boy suck that bit of precum right off his finger with a thoughtful expression before declaring:]

Not that bad.

[ Kuroo can hear that change in Kenma's breathing; it's the same sound he's heard so often on the volleyball court when they're just about to win. Kenma might not speak as much as some people do, but subtle things like that say more than his mouth ever could.

Of course, that doesn't mean Kuroo doesn't like hearing him talk, and when those words float into the air between them Kuroo can't hide the full-body shudder that runs through him. He doesn't know why he never considered it before, but it makes sense that this would be like a game to Kenma, a puzzle to take apart, a challenge to solve. The way his voice has changed is new, though; he's never sounded quite like that before.

And then. And then, jesus. Kenma touches the slit of Kuroo's cock and that alone is enough to make his hips jump and his cock twitch, the ultra-sensitive spot not at all prepared for it. The touch doesn't linger, though, and Kuroo pulls back before he even realizes he's doing so, torn between begging for more and worrying if his reaction was too strong.

That, of course, means he's got a perfect view of Kenma sucking his precum off his finger.

Kuroo's heart stops. For a second he thinks he'll come, all self-restraint immediately gone in the wake of that single action. His hand tightens against Kenma's waist and he forces himself to bite down on his lip hard, the pain just enough to keep him from coming on the spot. ]

Jesus, Kenma. [ he's breathless now, expression morphed into something more akin to begging than pleasure, and a weak groan rises in his chest. ] You're gonna fuckin' kill me like this.

[Kenma just shakes his head, that touch of smugness back in his smile.

You're just getting too worked up again, Kuro.

[The intensity of Kuroo's reactions also happens to have Kenma worked up - he desperately wants to know how it feels now, what brings on those jerks and twitches and moans - so the moment feels right for him to back off a bit and make some demands instead.

He leans in first and kisses Kuroo's swollen lower lip, a warm little gesture of affection as a sort of apology - and, honestly, because it looks too tempting to resist.]

You should touch me now.

[ Kenma really is a quick learner - it seems almost as though he can read Kuroo's mind and knows that if he keeps going they'll wind up just like last time. The kiss is sweet, and Kuroo chases after it, lingering there for a moment longer than Kenma might want, just because it feels so good.

Touching him, kissing him... this is everything Kuroo's ever wanted. Kenma tells him what to do next but he doesn't really need to, because Kuroo's hands are already moving, his body shifting to reposition them. First he takes hold of Kenma's hips, grasping tight, then maneuvers himself out from under the other boy so he can back up on the mattress. In the end he's on his knees in front of Kenma, leaning forward and down, hands and mouth mapping out those plains of skin inch by inch as he heads towards Kenma's groin. ]

Bet I can make you come even faster than I did, [ he murmurs, eyes flicking upwards so he can fix Kenma with a blazing-hot stare, smirk back in place. As if to punctuate his point he suddenly wraps one big hand around Kenma's erection, squeezing lightly, thumb brushing over the head without warning. ]

Ah!

[All the smart talk gets knocked right out of Kenma's mouth the moment Kuroo's lips meet his skin - he hasn't felt them below his neck until now, and while it's not exactly a surprise that the kisses and licks feel hotter and hotter as they move down his body, he's not prepared for the way each flash of heat shoots right down to his groin.

And Kuroo's hands... the wildest ideas start to fill Kenma's head when he feels how easily Kuroo can move him around, lift him, manipulate his posture and limbs, always gentle and careful as Kenma's already coming to expect from him. Kuroo could have an entire marathon session if he wanted, just shifting Kenma around whenever he wanted a change in position, and all Kenma would have to do is soak up the pleasure. He'd be exhausted by the end but it wouldn't exactly be exertion, and that's -

- Kuroo's thumb brushes along the line of Kenma's hipbone and he snaps out of the fantasy with a gasp. All the rising heat was such a blur that he lost track of how close Kuroo came to his cock, but now he's tuned right in again. How did his body slip out of his own control so fast? The need pulsing through him is unbearable, flushing his skin so hot it feels scalded, squeezing harsh breaths from his lungs. Is he really going to come the same way Kuroo did?

Yes. Yes he is. Hands balled up so tight that his nails dig into his palms, eyes tightly clenched and mouth hanging open, hips bucking upward to fuck Kuroo's hand even after the last drop has been wrung from him, Kenma comes so goddamn hard that he can't do anything other than tip over and collapse once the orgasm's through with him.]

[ Kuroo's long been aware of how light Kenma is, and how easy it is to pick him up, move him around, have his way with him... it would be a lie if he said he hadn't experienced similar fantasies to the ones filling Kenma's pretty little head, spending nights fucking his own fist while imagining all the ways he could take him, leaving him exhausted and still going, over and over and over --

-- but right now Kuroo's much more interested in the way Kenma's reacting to him, to his lips and hands. It's so fucking cute, hearing how the younger boy gasps, and Kuroo chuckles darkly as he keeps going. It's endlessly exhilarating, this little game of theirs, where they constantly try to one-up each other; how could he ever have known that would come into play not just in their usual lives but in the bedroom, too?

He'd mostly been joking when he'd made that threat, but then he hears the way Kenma's breath starts to quicken, feels the way Kenma's body reacts seemingly without conscious thought, and Kuroo look back down just in time to see Kenma's load shoot out of him, fast and hot, covering his hand.

Kuroo's dick twitches almost violently as he watches it happen, but he's too in shock to do anything but look back up, face filled with awe as Kenma rides out what's probably the most powerful orgasm of his life. As he falls forward Kuroo catches him, a breathless laugh rising in his chest as he brings his clean hand up to stroke through the back of Kenma's hair. ]

Holy shit, Kenma...

[For what feels like hours or maybe years, Kenma just floats through his post-climax comedown with a faint humming in his ears and colors whirling behind his closed eyes. Kuroo's got him wrapped up in strong arms, cradled against a strong chest, the heady smells of sweat and sex cocoon both of them and Kenma thinks this just might be heaven.]

Kuro...

[There's nothing particular Kenma wants to say. Kuroo's just such a strong presence in this blissful haze that it seems right to address him. Eventually some of the strength returns to his body and he noses at Kuroo's neck, then leaves a trail of featherlight kisses along his clavicle.

As utterly earth-rocking as that orgasm may have been, it was only one small part of the awakening Kuroo has set off in Kenma's lithe little body. He's only sated until the next swell of arousal starts the cycle all over again.]

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