[ 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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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.]