[ Like a whip-crack Kuroo is wrestling himself out of the over shirt and t-shirt he'd so carefully dressed himself in this morning so that he looked nice for the unveiling of their home, and tosses them aside like they mean absolutely nothing because... well, when he's under the intense gaze of Nisaka's attention, there's little to him that does matter besides the small space between them.
He kicks his jeans away too, expectant for all of a few moments that soon his underwear will follow and then those soft but dangerous hands will be wrapping around his cock and-- but then.. oh god. ] Oh god.
[ Did that just come from his mouth? ]
Oh my god...! [ It's such a slight touch, such a simple thing in the grand scheme of all Nisaka can do and has done to him, but right now.. Nisaka has told him what to do, has graced him with heat and sensation against somewhere physically aching for him, and the experience makes him shudder, hands sliding down to slip almost automatically into the soft trails of his hair. ]
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He kicks his jeans away too, expectant for all of a few moments that soon his underwear will follow and then those soft but dangerous hands will be wrapping around his cock and-- but then.. oh god. ] Oh god.
[ Did that just come from his mouth? ]
Oh my god...! [ It's such a slight touch, such a simple thing in the grand scheme of all Nisaka can do and has done to him, but right now.. Nisaka has told him what to do, has graced him with heat and sensation against somewhere physically aching for him, and the experience makes him shudder, hands sliding down to slip almost automatically into the soft trails of his hair. ]