[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:]
[... 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.]
smoochin with kuroo (sumashu)
[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.
you're the best (also that title 😂😘)
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post-confession feels (sumashu)
[... 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.]
i love them your honor 🥲❤️
❤️!!!
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kENMA 😭❤️
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