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[ 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?

[ Kuroo watches quietly as Nisaka examines him, and it's so intent that he almost loses his steady breathing for something a little more tentative, softer. Maybe it's the fact that he hasn't been touched like this for so many months, or maybe it's just the fact that even after being in this relationship as long as they have, Kuroo still finds himself surprised when Nisaka looks at him for no other reason than wanting to, and touches him because it comforts him, because he enjoys doing so. Kuroo isn't stupid, he knows he's an attractive guy, but Nisaka touches him and gazes at him like he's the only person in the world, like nothing could ever compare to him... and that's what makes Kuroo's chest flood with warmth.

He's torn away from his sentimental reverie, though, when Nisaka pushes fingers into a sore spot on Kuroo's neck, making him gasp out a sharp noise of surprise and pain and possibly something else-- A wave of memory assaults his senses then, reminding him of exactly the circumstances that led to Nisaka's mouth opening against him and sucking dark marks into his throat and under his ribs. They had all been for him, really, but now that he considers it... ]

I didn't beg.. [ He guffaws even though he aaabsolutely did, then grins. ] But yeah, maybe.

[ the roll of nisaka's eyes is incredibly fond, punctuated by the faint uplifted corners of his lips. with a heavy sigh, he finally peels himself off and away from the larger man — but not before pressing a light kiss to his other, neglected pec. ]

Nobody likes a show-off, Kuroo, [ he teases, slipping off the bed to begin moving towards the bathroom. on his feet, it's easier to see his equally marked-up state, though many of his own hickeys are located lower, along his thighs. luckily he won't be wearing any shorts.

from the bathroom he starts up the water, reaching a hand in to check for temperature. ]

Ah...

[ This is so domestic, so easy and so comfortable - even Nisaka standing up and walking away, gloriously naked and apparently not bashful at all of that fact, giving Kuroo ample opportunity to admire his figure and the dark bruising teeth, bite, nail and mouth marks across his skin - that Kuroo is, for a moment, blissfully ignorant of the fact that this isn't his life every morning, and rolls onto his side to watch Nisaka (namely his ass, if he's being honest) disappear around the corner and into the bathroom. ]

You obviously do.

[ He retorts once he's anchored himself up off of his bed and has padded toward the bathroom, kind of like a clingy cat, face peering around the doorframe to judge exactly what it is Nisaka is planning-- Is he going to shower? That'd take time, waste it even.. Kuroo isn't sure he's down with that. ]

I plead temporary insanity, [ comes nisaka's voice, filtering amidst the sound of the water spraying down. he turns just in time to see kuroo enter behind him, pausing with a hand still held out towards the shower. he blinks a few times, then frowns. ]

Don't you have hot water?

[ of course he's going to shower. how else does one clean up after all they've done??? ]

[ Kuroo makes a face like a child being told they're not allowed to play on the swing-set one more time because it's time to go home. He might even tantrum, if tempted. ]

Yeah. I have to turn the heater on. [ He lives alone for college, dude, do you really think he has a shower fancy enough that it doesn't require some asinine ritual in order for it to work? ] Are you gonna take forever...?

[ Which of them is older, again? Kuroo only showers after matches - between them he just washes his body at the basin, since his hair is much too fine and much too thick to be able to withstand repeated rinses. Sometimes he'll wear a shower cap, but he'd rather die than wear it in front of Nisaka, and he's still conscious of the time. He also hasn't made a move for the heater, wondering if his reluctance might put Nisaka off the idea. ]

[ what the hell. what's the point of dating a hot older man if he can't even provide you with hot water and any time you want??

but it's actually kuroo's whining that gets nisaka arching a brow in turn, expression dry. he folds his arms over his chest, shifting to lean his weight on a foot, hip cocked. ]

I thought an even decade would be good enough.

[ he lets his flat tone sort of hang for a second... before his expression sharpens, giving kuroo a pointed look. ]

You know you came in me twice, right?

[ how! is he supposed to clean off! ]

[ He'll hook you up as soon as he graduates, Nisaka, give the man some time to hone his craft; all he's for right now is blocking volleyballs.

At Nisaka's answer, Kuroo's expression drops into an equally flat looking one, but it doesn't last long as it's almost immediately replaced by a sleazy grin. ]

Yup. [ He sounds proud, isn't that awful? ] Fine, fine. [ He turns away, definitely not offering to join him (despite all the potential innuendos just sitting there waiting for him), but at the very least willing to make sure he doesn't freeze to death under the cold spray. He'll probably use wipes to clean himself down enough to put on a shirt. He'll wash himself once Nisaka's done pampering. ]

I'll go make you breakfast while you shower.

[ ugh. nisaka actually makes a face over that grin. once upon a time his bluntness threw people off, now kuroo just ate it up like nothing. how far he's fallen...

anyway, he's just waving the older man off, moving to step into the shower once the temperature is warm enough. he won't take too long, less than ten minutes, really! despite his looks, he isn't as high maintenance as one would think. which is probably even more infuriating.

but guess who's coming out of the shower wearing one of your old volleyball jerseys, kuroo? and only that jersey. this guy right here, that's who. ]

[ Kuroo spends the entire ten minutes marvelling over how far his cute little boyfriend has come in their time together. He remembers a time when Nisaka struggled to talk about his desires at all, could barely look at Kuroo's cock let alone touch it.. but now he's talking about the nasty things Kuroo has done to him like it's a conversation about the weather. When did Kuroo get so lucky~?

Dreamily, and kind of embarrassingly, he hums and kind of floats around his little kitchenette, reheating miso and steaming a small serving of rice which he tops with an egg. He's so engrossed in this domestic bliss that he almost misses Nisaka padding into the kitchen wearing---

He freezes exactly where he is, egg box in hand ready to be placed back in the cupboard, eyes lighting up and focusing on the way the Nekoma insignia rests against the curve of Nisaka's chest due to his smaller size. The sleeves look huge on him too, the hem at the bottom covering him like a short dress. Kuroo practically feels his mouth water. ]

Now now, [ he murmurs, still not drawing his eyes away from the pale skin on Nisaka's thighs and the love bites across them, peeking out from under his jersey. ] You just got clean, don't tempt me.

[ a year (and some change) is a long time for a young couple in a relationship. it's the longest nisaka has had, and the only one he has put any sort of real effort in, so even nisaka himself would often marvel at all that he does and has done. he blames it all entirely on kuroo, of course. nobody else would have gotten him to try nearly as hard. (or want to.)

he pauses by the little table at the kitchenette, still far enough away that kuroo maintains a good view of him. it's completely deliberate, made especially clear when his innocently impassive expression slowly shifts into something sneakier, punctuated by the faint glint in his eyes. ]

Don't be so easily tempted, then.

[ and there it is. the first move made, the thing that will set the tone for the rest of the day. kuroo wanted them to get out and socialize? fine. but that doesn't mean nisaka isn't going to make things as hard for him as possible. pun definitely intended.

he moves to take a seat at the table, lips curving innocently at his boyfriend. ]

[ His eyes flicker up to meet Nisaka's, and the way he pulls his lip back into his mouth silently says you little shit because Kuroo knows exactly what's going on here. It would be so easy for him to snap, to drag Nisaka up by the wrist and push him across that table he's sitting at so innocently, shove the jersey up and push his legs apart and--- Kuroo stops himself before he gives in to exactly what Nisaka wants, to rile him up, to frustrate him... Ah, but it's hard to not be tempted when your boyfriend looks like Nisaka does. ]

That's easy for you to say..

[ He turns to the breakfast again, brings it over and places it in front of Nisaka. His domestic bliss is ruined, just a little, by the fact that he can't stop thinking about Nisaka's bare lower half against the seat he's sat on. He swallows. He's starting to regret the dark fitted jeans and the comfortable baseball shirt he threw on. He's starting to wish he'd stayed naked and handsy in bed.

He sits across from him, eyes unable to help themselves from wandering across the collar of his jacket, the way it rolls slightly under Nisaka's chin, the way the shoulders droop and the way the zipper lets him see almost nothing. Torture. There's something claiming, primal, about seeing Nisaka in a jersey that's been with Kuroo, belonged to him, for so long. And that, unfortunately, only turns him on more. ]

Enjoy.. [ Kuroo honestly doesn't think he can focus enough to even lift his spoon to his mouth. ]