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[ 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.]

[ Kuroo stays quiet too, just letting them both bask in the moment together. His hand thumbs through Kenma's hair affectionately; when he hears his name float through the air he hums softly in response, keeping Kenma close against him.

More than just wanting Kenma to get him off, Kuroo's main desired has been exactly this: experiencing pleasure together, helping Kenma understand why people like doing things like this, helping him feel all those amazing sensations without fear or worry. Up until now Kuroo's held a deep-seated fear that Kenma, ultimately, wouldn't enjoy it - so he's quietly ecstatic as he holds the other boy, knowing he was able to bring him that kind of pleasure after all.

The kisses draw Kuroo out of his reverie and he chuckles again, pulling back just enough to press a kiss to the top of Kenma's head. ]

How're you feeling? [ he asks, voice gentle. ]

[Kenma knows full well now that he could never do something like this with anyone but Kuroo. Maybe much later in his life, but certainly not in high school and it's hard to imagine himself being confident enough even as an adult. It's so intimate, so primal, and the constant exchange of power would be terrifying with anyone else. This is an experience he could conceivably have talked himself out of for his entire life.

How can he possibly express so much to Kuroo? Saying that it was good, amazing, incredible, that's only a sliver of the truth. He gives Kuroo a long look through heavy lids as he struggles with the right response to that question, but what eventually slips from his lips does so with no pre-filtering at all:]

Thank you.

[Not for the single orgasm. Obviously. But he's sure Kuroo will know what he means: thank you for waiting, for keeping up faith all this time, for taking the chance that led them here before Kenma had any idea what he felt, for dealing with a massive single-color 3D puzzle like Kenma for so long in the first place...

Maybe orgasms make people sentimental, he doesn't know, but right now Kenma can't begin to imagine who he'd be if Kuroo had never come into his life. Maybe this actually is the kind of feeling that inspires people to enter into relationships. Maybe Kenma's in love.]

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[ Kuroo doesn't rush Kenma, doesn't push for a response the way some less-confident partners might. They've been friends long enough that even now, doing something so incredibly new and terrifying, Kuroo still somehow instinctively knows what to do. Being able to bring Kenma to orgasm has sated a lot of his initial fear, and seeing that heavy-lidded look on the other boy's face sends a wave of pride rushing through his body.

When Kenma thanks him Kuroo feels his heart do a funny little thing in his chest; for a second he has to fight off the sudden urge to cry, though he isn't sure what brings it on. He knows exactly how much weight those simple little words carry, and he isn't about to let them go without acknowledging them somehow.

So, swallowing hard, he leans back in and presses his lips to Kenma's in a long, meaningful kiss. When he finally pulls away he keeps their faces close, resting their foreheads against one another, his smile small and perhaps just a little watery. ]

I should be the one saying that, [ he mumbles, the words filled with vulnerability, the same way he'd sounded when he first came over tonight. ] Thank you, Kenma. Thank you for... trying. With me.

[Well, if Kenma is getting sentimental, at least he's not the only one and is far from the most sentimental. That wobbly smile makes Kenma let out a quiet breath of laughter, exasperated and fond, before he tilts his head to press their lips back together.

There's no need for anyone to cry, from happiness or sadness or anything else. They understand each other well enough that they don't have to say any more.

The strength is slowly returning to Kenma's body now so he takes the initiative and teases Kuroo's lips with his tongue, resting a hand on one solid thigh and winding the other into Kuroo's hair. All his movements are still relaxed and languid but there's desire simmering under the surface; Kenma's eager to find out what happens next.]

[ That soft little laugh does things to Kuroo that he can't explain, but there's no time for him to think about it before Kenma's kissing him again. His entire body feels light, as if he's walking on air; even after so many years of fantasizing, this is a million times better than he ever imagined it could be.

And that's before he feels Kenma's tongue against his lips, before that delicate-yet-powerful hand slips through Kuroo's thick black hair, before his other hand presses against Kuroo's thigh close enough to his groin that he can feel the heat emanating from it. As relaxed as Kenma's body feels Kuroo can tell he's bouncing back already; even if he wasn't, the older boy's body is responding, his cock - which had gone slightly soft from the sudden wave of emotion - coming back to life and steadily filling out once more.

He hums quietly against Kenma's mouth, parting his lips to let the other in, curious to see what Kenma will do if he's given the chance to take charge. He was clearly pretty good at it before; Kuroo's excited to discover where his instincts lead him next. ]

[Kenma's really coming to love the feel of Kuroo's muscles already, and his clever little hands, as Kuroo inwardly dubbed them, are almost constantly in motion as a result. He can't help but slide that hand down and back up Kuroo's thigh, around to the outside and back in, fascinated and excited by how much firmer it is than his own. Then it's up to his abdominal muscles, hard outward ridges totally unlike the scooped-out concave plane beneath Kenma's ribs that he can never seem to fill out.

Usually Kenma doesn't like to get too free with his praise when it comes to Kuroo - he gets more than enough of that from everyone else, and Kenma's determined to keep at least one of his feet on the ground - but this is different, right? Talking about what they like, what turns them on, makes things better. And besides, Kuroo's too mushy over Kenma right now to get properly arrogant about anything he says.]

... I like your body. [There's absolutely no guile in Kenma's delivery of the words he murmurs against Kuroo's mouth.] I like how it feels.

[ Kenma's hands feel amazing. No matter how often Kuroo's imagined this exact scenario, his fantasies don't even come close to matching how it actually feels to have Kenma touching him like this. Once again it's as though the setter is mapping Kuroo out, discovering every inch of him like he's a hidden dungeon in one of Kenma's games. It doesn't even matter that his dick is being ignored in favour of the rest of his body; Kuroo's just glad to be under examination in the first place.

And if Kenma's worried about inflating Kuroo's ego, well - that honestly isn't possible. No matter what kind of praise he offers up, Kuroo will cherish it like water in the desert, something far more precious than the shallow flattery he usually receives. Beneath everything Kenma says is the chance he might be joking; beyond each soft smile is that smug little look of his, the one that says he's just playing around.

Maybe it makes Kuroo a masochist, but... he likes that. He likes knowing Kenma can give and take away the thing he wants most at any given time: Kenma's wholly-devoted attention.

Which is why he shivers pleasantly when the younger boy says what he's thinking, one broad hand squeezing tight where it rests against Kenma's hip. Between them his erection twitches pitifully, almost begging for attention at this point. ]

Yeah?

[ The hint of relief in Kuroo's voice is a dead giveaway that Kenma isn't anywhere close to praising him too much. ]

What parts do you like best? [ he asks, trying to sound confident but clearly seeking out more of that delicious, all-consuming praise. ]

Hmm...

[Speaking of that sharp, smug grin - Kenma licks his lips as they quirk upward, and his eyes brighten with the knowledge that the power has shifted back in his direction. He backs up a little and gives Kuroo a long once-over, as if he hasn't already gotten a good eyeful and felt out most of Kuroo's body at this point.]

I still like your back and shoulders. And your hands. But your legs are pretty good too. [He lowers both hands back to Kuroo's thighs, giving them a solid squeeze right at the apex where his legs meet his torso. This time, he even knows to watch Kuroo's surprisingly expressive cock to see how it responds. Ah, it's getting pretty bad for Kuroo, huh?]

This is probably my new favorite. It's really entertaining.

[Finally, Kenma takes pity on Kuroo by wrapping a hand back around his cock - and this time he bends low to give it a tentative lick, right where the underside of the shaft meets the head. If that's not enough to cause another premature eruption, he'll continue with light strokes and flicks of his tongue here and there, still too uncertain to commit to taking the whole thing in his mouth.]

[ It's a little ridiculous, honestly, just how tightly Kenma has Kuroo wound around his finger. The older boy would never admit to it in public, but when they're being intimate like this, it's impossible not to feel as though Kenma's got him on a leash, ready and willing to do whatever he wants. That little smile, combined with the glint in Kenma's golden eyes, send yet another rush of blood to Kuroo's groin; when Kenma puts his hands on his upper thighs and squeezes, Kuroo doesn't even attempt to bite back the groan that rises in his throat.

And then, fuck, Kenma decides to torture him even more by leaning in and licking at his cock and shit, it takes every ounce of willpower in the older boy's body to keep himself from coming on the spot. One hand shoots out behind him to take his weight as he leans back, the other curling against the back of Kenma's skull and grasping his hair perhaps just a little too tightly. He's shaking; it would be embarrassing if he wasn't too turned on to think about anything else. ]

Fuck, Kenma-!

[ It doesn't matter that Kenma's mouth is barely on him; even this is so good, too good. His pretty blonde head looks perfect down there and Kuroo can't keep from staring, openmouthed. ]

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