[ nisaka feels it first — that pivotal moment when kuroo's entire body seems to go ramrod straight, like the finally tightening of a rubber band right before it snaps in half. he leans back, watching in mute fascination as the man's powerful body gives into his impulses and desires, as something he does makes him become some utterly undone.
by the end of it, nisaka feels his throat has gone dry. he's reminded of his own thirst, what was once an absent nagging in the back of his mind now an insistent tug in the pool of his gut. he makes a soft, comforting sound — almost like a coo — and gives kuroo's hand a gentle squeeze as his other hand finally slips away. with that hand free, he is able to reach down between his own legs, finally fold a palm around himself. sucking in a breath, he holds it until he's climbed up onto his knees, and moved to straddle with to other. he grants the man a full, front-row view as he begins to hastily stroke himself, already so close after hearing all the pleasure the other has gone through. ]
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by the end of it, nisaka feels his throat has gone dry. he's reminded of his own thirst, what was once an absent nagging in the back of his mind now an insistent tug in the pool of his gut. he makes a soft, comforting sound — almost like a coo — and gives kuroo's hand a gentle squeeze as his other hand finally slips away. with that hand free, he is able to reach down between his own legs, finally fold a palm around himself. sucking in a breath, he holds it until he's climbed up onto his knees, and moved to straddle with to other. he grants the man a full, front-row view as he begins to hastily stroke himself, already so close after hearing all the pleasure the other has gone through. ]