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[ it's all about picking your battles, knowing the right time to push or pull... they haven't been together for very long (or is a year really the pleasant eternity it's felt like?), so sometimes there's missteps, but in learning how to dance with each other, they get better, too, at knowing just how to make the other sing. so when he feels the tender touches along his jaw, hears the strain creeping into kuroo's voice — he finds his opening

his lips slide off of kuroo's dick with another lewd pop!, lips red and swollen from his enthusiasm. ]

No, [ he answers plainly, shimmying a little further down, further out of kuroo's reach. with his free hand he plucks both of his boyfriend's hands from his hair, settling each one down on either side of kuroo's spread legs. his head dips back down again, but rather than take him in again, nisaka drags his wet tongue down the entire underside of kuroo's shaft... and further still, tickling at soft, sensitive skin. ]

Earn it.

[ The movement of Nisaka retracting his mouth - that pop, the shift backwards - though arousing are so shocking to Kuroo that his eyes snap open and he moves to prop himself up to stare down at Nisaka better... Although immediately the winding coil in his belly makes him wish he hadn't.

There's something horribly, disgustingly arousing about Nisaka denying him what he wants, at being told where to put his hands and how to behave. Though he's bigger and could easily overpower Nisaka if he wanted to (which, honestly, he kind of always does) he obediently keeps his hands where Nisaka left them, though not without restraint, hands flexing into fists like they've suddenly been strapped down by invisible cuffs. A product of that torturous tongue trailing further south, surely.

He bites at his lip to keep in a particularly desperate sound bubbling up in his throat, eyebrows tensing just a little from the effort it's taking to maintain his cool. Nisaka had told him to earn it, and earn it he very much intends to do, but he'd rather have it wrenched from him by Nisaka's tongue, fingers, anything, rather than go overboard just to get what he wants.

Though, he has to admit, Nisaka is already doing a wonderful job of getting him there. ]

[ it so rarely happens that when it does, when nisaka actually gets the upper hand, it's a rush for them both. exciting in its novelty, thrilling in its tenuous nature, how he could lose his gaining at any second.

and thus he endeavors never to let a second waste.

he takes special care to pay attention to kuroo's sounds, his breathing. keeps a hand wrapped tight around his thick cock, gently pumping to keep the stimulation constant as his tongue traces idle patterns along his skin, leaving wet trails wherever he goes.

curiously, he goes even lower, the very tip of his pink tongue tentatively wiggling over a puckered hole, ears keen for any sign of discomfort or refusal... ]

[ Kuroo's breathing is uneven, haggard, permeated by whimpers that get caught in his throat, threatening to escape with every flicker of Nisaka's tongue. It's almost teasing it's so slight, so wet and so very much not a hard or constant touch of pressure like Kuroo is used to when he touches himself. Sure, he knows what he likes, but Nisaka knows how to wind him up slowly, how to draw it out and open his eyes to all the possibilities that turn him on... though, Kuroo is almost certain that these touches would be more frustrating than arousing were Nisaka not here to perform them.

He presses his lips together at the final destination of his boyfriend's tongue, because if he didn't he'd definitely be making an enemy of his neighbour. The moan that threatens to rip from him surges in his chest with each movement against him, body suddenly molten hot and yearning for more, more, more-- ]

More.

[ He doesn't even realise he's spoken till it's too late, till he's gasping as Nisaka's tongue flicks over somewhere sensitive again, and he nods helplessly. ] More. Please.

[ nisaka feels a dizzying wave of arousal sweep over him, kuroo sounding so wrecked, begging for it. he tries not to get too distracted, tries to push away the throbbing pulse of need coming from his own cock, so impossibly hard against the sheets. eagerly, he presses on, letting his tongue grow bolder, switching from gentle laps to insistent presses, working kuroo open like the other man has done to himself many times before.

he free hand shifts, curling lightly along kuroo's hard, muscled thigh. his fingers tracing closer to where his legs meet.

panting, he lifts his head from his work just so he can look up at the other, thumb creeping close enough to rub small circles over that sensitive spot. ]

Tell me what you want.

Edited 2018-02-02 23:35 (UTC)

[ Nisaka really hadn't been kidding when he'd told him to keep up. He hadn't expected to be woken up by his boyfriends lips on his cock, but even more so he definitely hadn't expected it to escalate to Nisaka's tongue fucking him open. He supposes he wasn't the only one with a dirty mind driven mad by their four months apart.

The hand on his thigh moves soft, its touch registering almost gentle or affectionate with Kuroo and encouraging a warm sensation to blossom in his chest... but then he feels the unmistakable sensation of a digit circling his entrance and all the warmth takes a nosedive toward lust, pooling in his hips. ]

Fuck-- [ Well, it's not far from the truth, but he knows that's not what Nisaka wants to hear. His ears are ringing with the sound of his boyfriend being demanding, so Kuroo knows he can't disappoint now.

He leans his head up again to meet Nisaka's gaze, eyes full of an unmistakable firey want, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open as he pants.. then, half a plea and half a demand: ] I want you to fuck me open. Please.

[ his breath shudders in his chest, caught there over the sight and sound of his boyfriend. a little more than a year, and still kuroo somehow manages to steal his breath with just a look, just a word. nisaka doesn't know if he'll ever get used to it; or if he'll ever grow tired of it.

tenderly, he presses a kiss to the sensitive part of kuroo's inner thigh. this would be a first, and nisaka is well aware of what it means to have this kind of trust placed in his hands. he's determined to ensure kuroo not regret his choice.

after all, doesn't he owe the man for all the other times he's made him feel so good? ]

I'll take care of you, [ he promises, voice so soft it may not have even been said at all.

next second he's dipping his head low again, swiping his tongue across that puckered entrance, getting it nice and wet for his slender thumb to worm and wriggle itself in. just as the digit presses past that initial resistance, he slides his lips down low over the length of the other man's cock, assaulting him from all angles. ]

[ God, it's too much. He marvells in the wake of Nisaka's words, mind only vaguely able to consider how their approaches differ - while Kuroo's words during times like this are as dirty and lewd as he can possibly make them in order to achieve maximum arousal both in him and his partner, the words that fall from Nisaka's mouth are full of emotion and a tenderness Kuroo hadn't been expecting, and yet they gain a similar if not heightened level of arousal in Kuroo... one that he's almost embarrassed by, going from a solid 3 to at least an 8 on the arousal scale all from five little words.

Kuroo's brain and heart are caught between muddled emotions. The kiss had been so delicate and affectionate, matching Nisaka's sweet murmured words but then shattered by the sensation of an eager tongue, careful fingers at his entrance and a wet mouth on his cock. Kuroo is weak to all of it, softened and then ruined, he can't do a single thing to quiet the groan-turned-moan that rips out of his chest at the feeling. His hands, still obediently at either side of his hips, spread wide to ball fists in the sheet beneath them, knuckles white and toes curling at the entirely foreign sensation Nisaka is offering him.

Kuroo is quite experienced with himself, has explored nearly every avenue there is to explore when it comes to his own body, but this.. Nisaka's tongue against him and then his mouth on him while fingers pry him open is, of course, something he can't do alone, and the alien nature of it all is probably the most staggering thing about it. ]

..F-Feels good-- [ He manages to say, body twitching slightly, shaking with the want for something, anything, even if it's just more of this. ]

[ in contrast, nisaka has never done this to another before, fingers only ever knowing the intimate spots of his own insides, usually during a particularly lonely night, or whenever he's feeling a little frisky, forcing kuroo to watch as he pleasured himself. he knows what he likes, of course, but he's careful to pay attention to even the slightest hint of what the other would, digit curiously probing, working itself in deeper as he draws more and more of the other man's cock into his mouth.

as if he'd planned it, he gets his finger buried to the knuckle just as the fat tip of kuroo's length bumps against the very back of his throat. he hums, then swallows, working a little more in as he can. there's still room left for his other hand to stroke along the base of him, but eventually that hand slips away, smoothing over to kuroo's other thigh to gently caress the soft skin there, the gestures a stark contrast to the purposeful curving and coiling of the finger buried deep within. ]

[ The feeling of the head of his cock bumping the back of Nisaka's throat is enough to have Kuroo whining, but the gentle hand tracing across his thigh makes his heart swell and hammer frantically against his ribs, torn between hiding his face and flushing or tipping his head back and moaning so loud his neighbours will definitely have no doubt that his boyfriend has come to visit... If they don't already know that after the previous night.

Nisaka is definitely doing it on purpose; juxtaposing the deliciously disgusting things his mouth and fingers are doing to Kuroo against the soft and tender progress of his other hand against Kuroo's skin, producing goose flesh and making him shiver with want and emotion and a host of other things he doesn't have the brain power currently to name. Kuroo is certain of it, and that only makes it all the more appealing, to know that Nisaka has his number so succinctly that he's caught on to what these soft touches do to him, and now can use them to his advantage whenever the whim takes him.

Kuroo's head tips back, hands practically clawing at the sheets by this point. Nisaka is so close to where Kuroo would hook his finger forwards inside himself to find that spot, so nearly there and yet miles away, and Kuroo is so desperate that words seem to have failed him-- he keens, mewling like an overgrown kitten instead of a very aroused fully grown man, thighs tensing under Nisaka's tender touch and the assault on his libido. ]

..re-- [ He groans through biting his lip, gritting his teeth, panting through his nose. ] ...More.

[ he's so close, nisaka realizes. from the way kuroo is reacting, he has to be. deep in his own veins he feels a similar tug, aching for the same sensation kuroo's shifting hips and whining voice are chasing after. his fingers push deeper, curl and press, trying his best, hoping he remembers right, trying to recall the way it feels whenever the other man does it.

his lips pop off of kuroo's cock once more, the lewd, wet sound accompanied by a sharp gasp. his lungs burn, raw-red lips parted open in shallow, desperate pants. he drags his tongue along the entire length of him, not wanting to leave his cock unattended for long, letting his tongue trace where he knows his boyfriend to be his most sensitive.

eventually, his hand slips from kuroo's thigh, but only so it can slide across the bunched sheets and worm its way to threading fingers through the other's, wanting to feel the restraint and strain his boyfriend is going through. he gives a light squeeze of comfort, affectionate and reassuring. ]

[ The beckoning sensation of Nisaka's fingers pushed up deep and precise inside him is so perfect, so close to being exactly where he needs it that Kuroo loses all control over everything but the motion of his hips and the quivering of his muscles as his body tries to drink Nisaka in deeper.

When Nisaka takes his hand he squeezes back, able to recognise the reassuring comfort but unable to take it in as desperation clouds everything, making the tensing of his fingers more a plea than a response. He looks up, intending to reinforce that with the heated look in his eyes... but the shift that looking up requires pushes Nisaka's in a slightly different angle, just slightly to the left, and it sends sparks flying behind Kuroo's eyes. Nisaka is flushed, open mouthed, wet and watching him.. and Kuroo bucks his hips against the pressure of that finger pressed right up where he likes it- thinner fingers than his own making the sensation more concentrated, more intense.... ]

Fuck--! [ His body tenses and then shudders violently as his spine arches back, hips rising up in a perfect grind against Nisaka's hand. He comes fast and hard, white strings streaking up his stomach and chest, though he can't bring himself to care much. It feels too good to have Nisaka inside him like this, to feel their hands wrapped together, to know he's watching every inch of what he's done to Kuroo with a desperate strain between his own legs... ] Nisaka...!

[ 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. ]

[ Kuroo's afterglow sets in like syrup again, heavy and warm on his chest, dragging his eyelids down as he waits for his pulse to settle and for his breathing to come down... But Nisaka isn't giving him time to let it rest fully, because he slides his fingers out and soon after there are soft thighs across him, Nisaka's weight on him.. He swallows, then opens his eyes.

...Nisaka's hair is falling in his eyes, his cheeks hot and red, his mouth wet and open and god, it's an assault to have his boyfriend look so good, be so hot and so perfect and focused entirely on him.... ]

Yeah.. [ Kuroo says, voice breathless and hoarse, eyes trained on Nisaka's face. He can see the movement of his palm in his periphery. He doesn't need to watch that, he wants to watch what touching Kuroo has done to him, he wants to see Nisaka fall apart here, for him. His free hand goes to Nisaka's thigh, large hand squeezing his pale skin. ] Like that.. You look so good...

[ nisaka's whimper is sharp, tapering softly into a keening moan. the simple touch on his thigh has his hips jerking into the tight circle of his fist, movements erratic and desperate. ]

Kuroo, [ he pants, ] c-close...

[ he'd already been close earlier, since the older man had encouraged him to bury a finger deep inside. it doesn't take much more than a couple more thrusts, a few quick strokes—

and soon enough he's coming all over kuroo's chest, his own hand, some thick streams splattering over his lower stomach as his head falls back and his mouth falls open on a silent scream. ]

[ Never once does Kuroo look at Nisaka's hand, just his face, his eyes, watching the heat in them as he gets closer and closer.. Then finally as he comes beautifully, arching like something out of a dream and Kuroo can't help but touch him. He slides the hand on Nisaka's thigh upwards, thumb pressing into his hip bone, mouth dropping open in a gasp as he watches, unable to look away.]

Mm, fuck.. Yeah. [ He's wiped and it shows, expression turning softer as he watches Nisaka succumb to feeling, watches orgasm take him and leave him till he's left soft and malleable in Kuroo's hands.

He chuckles, but it's an affectionate sound. ]

Good morning...

[ it feels like it takes him a decade before he finally feels his body stop thrumming, vibrating like a piece of wire that'd been plucked. with a nearly violent shudder, he slumps back down to stretch out over kuroo's front. his head finds its place tucked against the slope of a broad shoulder, face turned inward so he can puff soft breaths over the older man's collarbone. ]

Mm, [ he echoes, voice feeling thick, like molasses. ] G'night...

[ unlike the athlete beneath him, nisaka is only more than happy to sleep in till noon, maybe even well into the afternoon, especially considering how wonderfully spent he feels now. his bones feel like they could rest for years. ]

[ Kuroo watches his boyfriend go weak, sluggish, fall face first like there's no energy left in him.. and he can't help but let out another affectionate chuckle. ]

Nisaka.. gross, I'm a mess, don't-- [ Is he already asleep? Kuroo is reluctant to move him, if only because Nisaka curled up on his chest and breathing steady against his neck is a particular favourite of his, one that makes his heart feel like it's quivering in place with overflowing emotion... But he knows he probably should, or they're going to wake up to a bigger mess later on.

He swipes his fingers up the concave of Nisaka's spine, up between his shoulder blades and further, into his hair. ]

C'mon, let me at least clean you up, hm?

[ a low murmur meets kuroo's question, and some idle snuggling closer. ]

Mm, later.

[ cleaning up, while practical, seems like way too much effort right now. especially not when kuroo's body is so warm and inviting. it's been four months; nisaka has been deprived of his favorite pillow. ]

[ Kuroo exhales a sigh at that, hand coming to stop kind of cupping the crown of Nisaka's head. While can appreciate the want to stay in bed and snuggle all weekend, he's painfully aware of the fact that Nisaka is visiting, which means he eventually has to go home. ]

When are you leaving? [ He murmurs, head tipping down to kiss whatever bit of Nisaka's face he can reach, as if doing so will wake him up a bit. He's just conscious of the limited time they have together, that's all. But it's Saturday morning, so he figures he has until at least Sunday night. He just wants to be sure. ]

[ nisaka stirs more at the kiss than he does the question, but even then only just barely. his arms curl tighter around kuroo where he holds him, snuggling in even deeper. ]

Tomorrow night, [ he eventually answers, which sounds so much closer now that he's voiced it. three nights hardly seems like enough time, not when they've got entire months to make up for. ]

[ Fuck, yeah, that really sucks. Kuroo feels something in his chest physically shift at Nisaka's answer, slipping slightly, falling downwards or at the very least out of place enough to cause discomfort. The arms he has around Nisaka squeeze him closer, just for a moment or two, soaking up the feeling of him like it might slow time. ]

We should go out, then. There's so much I wanna show you.

[ People he wants to show him off to, also, but he won't say that. It should go unsaid by this point, he thinks. He gives Nisaka another encouraging kiss. ]

There's the bakery I told you about. [ He kisses him again. ] The campus... [ Again. ] The shopping district..~ [ He kisses him once more, lingering a little this time, his expression forming into a playful grin. ]

[ nisaka's face turns up towards every kiss, like a flower leaning towards the sun, but his brow crinkles in faint protest, the idea of being anywhere but in kuroo's arms none too enticing. ]

Why would I want to put more clothes on you?

[ enjoy this moment, kuroo. it isn't often his petulance extends to their racier moments.

still, as much as he'd rather stay in and sink further into the heat of his boyfriend's arms... he's here for more than just his own wants and needs, and so eventually he picks himself up, long fringe falling over his eyes as he looks down at the other. ]

You don't really intend to do all of those, do you?

[ he draws the line at two! not everyone has boundless energy like you, sir. ]

[ Kuroo grins, all teeth and a pinched expression, eyes creasing till they're half closed, clearly and genuinely amused by Nisaka's childish response. Of course he finds it painfully endearing. How could he not? And he leans up to kiss that mouth he'd encouraged out of hiding. ]

I'll wear the tightest shirt I have.

[ He's probably not even kidding, either. He likes knowing Nisaka is looking. As for his second query... Kuroo definitely doesn't want to overwhelm Nisaka or exhaust him to the point where he falls asleep through most of the evening and into the morning, wasting more of their time thanks to Kuroo's eagerness-- so he relents. ]

And alright, fine. We'll just go hang out with my classmates. Get something to eat and come back. You'll just have to come visit more often so we can do the rest, right?

nisaka lifts a hand to fit over one of kuroo's pecs, hand gently molding into the firm, defined muscle. he looks at his hand as if he were observing something for class, casual and even a little aloof, but slowly he drags that hand up to trail up a bare neck, then slowly fits it along the angles of the other man's jaw. he hums, an acquiescing sound. ]

I guess I'll live.

[ his hand slips down again, finger pressing lightly to the dark red-purple mark he'd left along kuroo's neck. on a spot that would be clearly visible over any of kuroo's tight shirts. ]

Is that why you begged me to mark you last night?