[ 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. ]
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. ]
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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]