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[ Kuroo hisses a breath in through his teeth, eyes squinting just a little as he watches Nisaka's little pink tongue lap kitten-licks across the surface of the spoon. He's unable to think of anything but how that tongue had woken him this morning, how much he wishes they had just one more day, another night, even a few more hours so that he could cancel all their plans, so that he could have fucked him in the shower, so he could spend the entire day pulling Nisaka open and apart and--

This whole hanging out and not giving into temptation thing is going to be hard. His hands still haven't made a move to take up his spoon, are still balled in fists on the table. ]

Ichiei and Gaku from my class. Kenma was going to come too, but he had to reschedule. [ Kenma likes Nisaka, but a five person group where two of said group are people he doesn't know is exactly what Kenma doesn't like, so it's no surprise he ducked out at the last. But Kuroo barely seems to be paying any attention to what he's saying other than to move his mouth and make the words come out. He's much too distracted by everything that Nisaka is doing to him. ] They thought we could go to the movies, or get lunch at a new place that's opened near to campus. [ Kuroo licks his lips. Is being in a dark movie theater with Nisaka a good idea, he wonders? ]

They wanted to go drinking, too, but... [ His eyes trace down Nisaka's chest. It's probably also a bad idea to put alcohol in Kuroo's system when he's struggling to resist jumping his boyfriend stone sober. ]

[ perhaps if kuroo had chosen a kinder boyfriend, he wouldn't be in this mess in the first place...

but that's what he gets for being a masochist, tbh. though eventually nisaka does relent. at least enough to set his own spoon down, at least enough to notice kuroo still hasn't taken even one bite of his own breakfast.

beneath the table, he nudges kuroo's foot with his own, toes lightly trailing along the skin above the other man's ankle. ]

Eat, [ he instructs, almost gruffly. don't make him worry about you, huffhuff.... ] If you pass out while we're out, I can't carry you back home.

[ as far as plans go, nisaka has no real feelings on what they do. he's here to spend time with kuroo, after all, and while he would have preferred to spend said time alone... if kuroo wants to spend time with his friend, he won't prevent or begrudge him of that.

besides. they'll have plenty of time to visit later, he supposes. ]

[ Kuroo snaps to attention like he's been spanked for not being obedient, quickly dipping his chin and dragging his eyes away from Nisaka so he can lift his bowl to his mouth and drink down the now lukewarm soup in a few gulps. He shovels rice into his mouth, too, still without looking up.

Kuroo made tentative plans to see his classmates before Nisaka had surprised him with this visit, and he's a respectable guy who doesn't like the idea of cancelling last minute... that, and he's desperate to show Nisaka off to the friends who probably hear about him the most, to prove to them that he's as pretty as he looks in photos if not more so, and that he belongs entirely to Kuroo.

To do that, though, he needs to shift away from those wandering toes before they beckon him back into bed. He wafts his other hand, and speaks with his mouth full. ]

Go get dressed, I'll finish up here.

[ alright alright... nisaka is actually starting to feel a little bad here, so he will endeavor not to torture his boyfriend as much as he originally set out to do. it's entirely his fault for surprising the other, after all; it isn't really fair of him to expect his boyfriend to drop everything just for him.

and so he finishes up and wanders back into the room, letting his hand trail along kuroo's arm, his shoulders as he passes.

he doesn't take too long; contrary to how he looks, he doesn't actually give much thought to what he wears or how his appearance is. he still walks back in loking like he stepped out of a magazine, though, in clothes fitted much better to his body. ]

[ When Nisaka gets back the bowls are washed, Kuroo has ducked into the bathroom to wash and change his shirt, and is checking his phone standing beside the fridge. He looks up, expression visibly morphing to quiet, impressed shock as his eyes register how effortlessly handsome Nisaka is. It's no wonder Kuroo was in deep right from the first time they met.

He smiles, head tilting. ]

You look hot. [ Even when he's genuine he still seems like he's teasing, and he makes it even worse with the way his grin spreads to show teeth, even as he reaches out to take Nisaka's hand in his and pulls him toward the door and out into the street.

Kuroo's 'acceptable' little apartment is pretty close to campus - what it lacks in amenities and luxuries it makes up for in convenience - so it doesn't take them long to walk into the student district, to the signpost by which Kuroo's friends are waiting, and for Kuroo to smack both of them on the shoulder and introduce Nisaka with something like pride on his face. Ichiei is something of an airhead (which is probably why Kuroo gets on so well with him, he's easy to tease) and outright comments about how pretty Nisaka is, to which Kuroo responds by putting his arm around Nisaka's waist and pulling him a little closer.

After dropping by the cinema to score tickets for an evening performance of whatever was showing, Kuroo's friends drag them to the arcade first, because Ichiei wants a hot dog and apparently the hot dog ones are the best. As they talk animatedly over the food stand, Kuroo glances down at his boyfriend. ]

You okay?

[ His eyebrow is raised, but his smile is softer than usual. His friends can be.. a lot. ]

[ kuroo's friends were "a lot" in the same sense kuroo himself is — filled with a boundless sort of energy, always seemingly on all the time. it is overwhelming, to be sure, but not something nisaka isn't already used to, given his own friends. in a way, it's sometimes preferable. most of the time, people like that are more than happy to carry on a conversation themselves, and with three of them at a time, it's easy enough for nisaka to fade into the background like he tends to prefer, resurfacing every now and then to add a comment or two that his friends (ichiei especially) always seem to enjoy laughing at. mostly because it comes at kuroo's expense, but always in a fond way, of course.

still, the day is quite young, and they are meant to spend almost the entirety of it in each other's company. nisaka can feel himself beginning to wear thin, but he rallies well enough, even to the point of giving his boyfriend a faint smile at his question. ]

Only if you're treating, [ he murmurs, shifting just enough in his place that the back of his hand brushes against the other's, fingers lightly lacing before shying away. he still isn't as forward or as quick to the PDA as kuroo himself is, but he's getting there... in his own subtle ways.

it's an encouraging gesture that, any other time, kuroo would have likely been more than happy to pursue, but they're soon interrupted by ichiei's happy exclamation, brandishing the hot dog he'd just procured. then it's time for them to step up and order, and while nisaka had been ready to partake in the hot dog festivities just a moment ago, another item on the menu catches his eye... and he absolutely cannot help himself. (maybe kuroo has rubbed off on him more than he'd like to admit.) ]

I'll have a corndog, please, [ he announces innocently, but after a moment flicks his eyes over towards the older male. ] With mayonnaise.

Edited 2018-02-09 17:23 (UTC)

[ Not for the first time in his life, Kuroo is entirely tempted to throttle Ichiei by his own scarf. He'd been just about to retaliate to Nisaka's soft little brush by making a grab for his hand, pulling him closer and kissing him.. Maybe not on the mouth, maybe the jaw, where there are lines from Kuroo's teeth still slightly raised on his skin... But the idiot brandishes his hot dog right between them and Kuroo has to stop himself from smacking it out of his hand. He shoots him a glare, though, as Nisaka steps up to order.

When Nisaka looks at him Kuroo is thoroughly confused for a moment as to why he'd be looking at him like that - he's already made it clear he'll pay, is in fact already holding the neccessary notes in his hand... And then he looks at Nisaka's order being prepared, watches as the stand owner squirts mayonnaise over the top of the corndog and it oozes slowly down the sides in a way that's downright erotic. Kuroo's eyes squint, and he directs that squint back over to Nisaka. Surely he's not........ ]

[ surely not. nisaka isn't nearly so bold, so brazen... except he had chosen to wake up his boyfriend by stuffing his dick in his mouth, so maybe one shouldn't underestimate how much distance and time can get to a young man's heart.

then again, that had been alone, in the bedroom, in the privacy of kuroo's apartment. right here, right now, they're out in public, in front of people they know and everything. nisaka may have grown a lot in his comfort in this relationship, but it's still asking quite a lot for him to be so shameless in a situation like this.

and yet? when the newly fried treat is handed to him, he takes it delicately into his hands and thanks the server with an incline of his head. and then he's glancing aside, back towards where kuroo's two friends have gathered to wait for them. a very obvious check-in... and then he's looking back at his boyfriend, making sure to capture his eyes as his tongue darts out to catch a stray droplet of condiment up the length of his corndog. that tongue slips back into the confines of his mouth, where teeth lightly bite down on his lower lip before releasing, plump and red. ]

[ Kuroo knows exactly what's about to happen, and if he really had such a problem with getting half hard in the middle of an arcade then he should have looked away. But he doesn't, and he doesn't. He watches, not for the first time today, as Nisaka's tongue makes a pretty innocent action something lewd and sultry, something that makes Kuroo's body unsure of whether it should prioritise sending blood to his face or between his legs.

As it turns out, he manages both, flushing high in the apples of his cheeks as he feels his cock twitch in his underwear. They're in public, and Nisaka knows that the fact they're in public won't stop Kuroo if he's teased enough... The idea that that might be what Nisaka is after only makes this whole situation more arousing.

He hisses, just a bit, tilting his head so the bite mark on his jugular becomes a bit more visible, stretches against his skin, brushing against his collar. He exhales a heated breath, one that's heavy and seems to rattle from him as he takes a step closer to his boyfriend, one hand coming up to rest heavy fingers against his stomach. ]

Nisaka... [ He murmurs, almost like he's warning him, completely ignoring Ichiei as he waves and calls to them. ]

[ the low purr of kuroo's warning sends vibrations all throughout nisaka's body, making his pulse jump even more than the touch to his stomach had. he swallows thickly, knowing by now that he's definitely playing with fire here, and while a part of his mind is blaring at him in warning, the other part is... frankly intrigued. wondering just how far he can push his boyfriend before he breaks. (or, perhaps more accurately, to see who might break first.) he's sorry to say he's still quite selfish, and after four months spent apart, that selfishness is only exacerbated. the flash of that bite mark is only further proof of that, really.

instead of answering, he instead lifts the corndog between them, fitting his mouth prettily over the tip. it doesn't stretch his mouth or cheeks out nearly as much as kuroo does, but the message is definitely made. slowly, he drag his lips down over the length of the corndog, fitting as much of it into his mouth as he can before sliding his lips back up. with a cheeky smile, he bites the tip off, just enough to make a cheek bulge, and then he's whipping around, facing kuroo's friends again with a smile that is far too cheerful to be genuine to anyone who might have known him better.

he waves at them in turn, crossing the short distance and squeezing past other arcade-goers to meet them where they wait. ]

Edited 2018-02-09 18:40 (UTC)

[ God. Damn.

The minute Nisaka's lips close over the tip of the corndog and start to creep downwards Kuroo takes an instinctive step forwards, like he's trying to shroud Nisaka from sight.. not because he's concerned someone might see him practically deep throating his corndog, but because Kuroo's eyes have taken on that possessive fire, intense and hot, searing as they watch Nisaka's progress down the length of it. He wants to be the only one to see this, wants to block out the world so it's just him and Nisaka and that mouth and--

And then he's gone, turned away and left Kuroo hot in the face and wanting. He exhales, long and hard, trying to calm himself with it but doing an awful job as his eyes flicker down to watch Nisaka's ass as he walks away. He has very little shame.

Though, he does feel a little shame when Gaku, the more perceptive of his two closest friends, gives him a look that's not dissimilar to the look he gives Kuroo when he catches his eye across the lecture hall, when Kuroo has been sending particularly and increasingly dirty messages to his boyfriend instead of taking notes. It's like Gaku can see right through him, can tell exactly when he's at his most foul. Kuroo avoids his gaze as he comes over. When Ichiei asks him why he didn't get anything, he answers that nothing at the stand looked all that appetising, and that he'll find something to eat later. And he puts his hand, so softly it's almost innocent, on Nisaka's ass. ]

[ it's definitely a dangerous game that nisaka is playing. not only is he risking unleashing the true extent of his boyfriend's shamelessness, but he could very well reveal himself too. hell, he's already feeling a little warm around the collar by the time he's rejoined the rest of the group. at ichiei's innocent question, and kuroo's less-than-innocent answer, and then the faint pressure on his ass—

he chokes on the piece of corndog in his mouth, causing him to hastily turn away and cough into his hand. his cheeks flare red in both arousal and embarrassment, and when kuroo's friends turn to give him a concerned look, he just shoots kuroo a quick glare in turn. he waves a hand, trying to wave off their worry, but, if he didn't know any better, he could have sworn there was a certain glint in gaku's eyes...

he endeavors to shake it off, uncharacteristically bringing up the arcade to hopefully refocus their attention. the other two boys seem amenable enough to the shift in topic, and he hangs back with kuroo as ichiei and gaku lead the way. ]

[ Kuroo's hand shifts into a shameless little squeeze as his boyfriend chokes, looking down at him with a pleased expression which, to anyone who didn't understand the unspoken things going on between them, would think Kuroo was a sadist and was enjoying Nisaka's discomfort. He is, of course, but not in that way.

He watches as his friends move away, waves innocently as Gaku turns to give him another look, and slips the fingers of the hand that's on Nisaka's ass into his waistband, feeling the hot skin under the fabric. ]

I'm gonna make you scream for that. [ He starts, voice dangerous, but lightening as his eyes scan their surroundings. ] You're asking for trouble, you know...

[ He's fucked him in a closet at Nisaka's school, a school Kuroo was at that point almost too old to even have attended, so he's clearly not shy in the face of risque things... but this environment is a step up from that. The closet, while public, had been tucked away on a temporarily uninhabited floor and here they'll be lucky to find somewhere without at least a few people occupying it; every space seems to be taken up with students or couples. ]

[ nisaka definitely knows the kind of fire he's playing with here, but that's part of what makes this all so exciting. all the other times they'd been risque, it had been different. they were still somewhat alone, still in their own little world. but here, they've two of kuroo's own friends to attend to, not to mention an entire community that belongs to kuroo, in a way. here, nisaka is a stranger, allowing him a little more room to be brave, be brazen, but it is still very much a world that they've situated themselves into, that will be just a little bit harder to remove themselves from once things get heated enough.

or maybe that wouldn't matter at all. it's sort of up in the air, and the uncertainty of it is thrilling. ]

You said that last night, [ he responds, the tone of his voice light and casual despite the quietness of it. just a conversation meant for the two of them, even as the crowds bustle around, drowning them out anyway. ] But I still have my voice, so obviously you didn't make me scream enough.

[ it's definitely a challenge, stoking the fire and tickling the dragon. he'd felt bad for it before, for teasing when kuroo had just been trying to be a good friend, but after seeing the fire in the man's eyes, after feeling his fingers dip beneath the waistband of his underwear... he knows kuroo is enjoying this just as much. and it's all the encouragement he needs. ]

Last night you weren't making me want to bend you over the nearest surface and-- [ A pause. ] Well, you were, but..

[ THE POINT IS that he's really, really aroused right now, and as his eyes watch their friends disappearing into the throng of people mulling around the arcade games, watching Ichiei as he excitedly stops before a claw machine that should keep him busy for.. a while.. he's also looking for an opportunity, even mentally scanning his surroundings, for anywhere he can drag Nisaka and get his hands on more of that pale skin, spread him open again, make him scream so loud he loses his voice..

He pushes himself closer to Nisaka, other hand coming to join his first so that to anyone looking at them it just looks like Kuroo is holding him about his lower back, the true location of his hands disguised by the folds of his jacket. His hands push a little further under his clothes, fingertips starting to feel the curve of his backside, pressing into the soft surface with a hum of appreciation for it's shape. ]

Fuck.. [ He practically whispers, nudging his hips closer again, so that Nisaka can feel the hardness starting between his legs. ] I want you.

[ there is a bit of mayonnaise on the corner of nisaka's lips that he licks at distractedly, feeling his heartrate pick up at an alarming speed. kuroo is suddenly too close, but he wants him even closer, the shift of hips and the pressure at his rear too tempting for someone as weak-willed as him in the first place. a hand settles along kuroo's arm, fingers curling delicately around a hard bicep. he hadn't been paying attention to their surroundings nearly as much as the other, but he racks his brain for all that an arcade usually entails and— ]

Photobooth, [ he says in a sudden rush, breathless. corndog in other hand long forgotten, he leans up as if to give the man a hug, but in reality it's so he can brush his lips against kuroo's ear, prime for a whisper: ] I want to ride you.

[ Kuroo gasps, both at the intelligent idea and at the disgusting little whisper that curls into his ear, wraps tight around his brain and almost has him instinctively picking Nisaka up off the ground and carrying him to the photo booth like that-- He doesn't, though, he resists long enough to let a shudder rip through him, to push his hand down enough that he can give Nisaka's ass a proper, parting squeeze before retracting completely, and then he grabs his hand and starts to stride toward the photo booth that he'd seen the last time he'd come here. It's tucked away against a wall, almost in a corner by itself, but close enough to the gatcha machines and the motorbike ride that it doesn't go completely ignored.

He practically pushes his boyfriend inside, following and looming over him for all of a few moments until he can angle his head downwards and press their lips together in a heated, deep kiss that doesn't leave even a fraction of his lust unacknowledged. ]

[ there is a curtain hiding most of them, but nisaka is dimly aware that people would still be able to see their feet. but that would require people to care enough, and worrying would require nisaka to care enough, when right now all he wants to focus on is how bereft he feels now that kuroo isn't pressing against his hips anymore. though he's only more than happy to receive that kiss, barely stifling a moan in the back of his throat when their lips meet.

he cants his head at an angle, allowing him enough room to maneuver his tongue into the other's mouth, tasting him. his arms slip up (where did his corndog go? oops) and lock around kuroo's neck, dragging him even closer. one leg slides up along his boyfriend's side, because the time for dawdling is definitely not now. ]

[ Kuroo responds to each shift of Nisaka's body and mouth with a well practised ease, like together they're one body who's systems work in complete synchronicity, pushing and pulling with the same amount of give and the same amount of pressure.

When Nisaka's leg slides up his thigh, Kuroo's hand dips down to follow it's slender curve right to just below Nisaka's backside, and uses both hands to anchor him upwards, lifting him till he can push him up onto the little adjustable seat in the booth. It's been raised to so perfect a level that Kuroo is convinced it must be some sort of sign, because when he moves forward to press their hips together they meet at just the right angle. Kuroo is hard by now, not even his fitted jeans can hide that, and he grinds that hardness right between Nisaka's legs, fingers digging into his hipbones. ]

[ at that grind, nisaka's lips part on a low, sultry moan. it is luckily swallowed up by kuroo's own hungry mouth, fervently licking and sucking where nisaka needs him to. but once settled, stable, his hands drift down to immediately begin tugging on the fastenings of kuroo's pants, no shred of patience or coyness to be found here. if they had more time, if the need wasn't so frantic, and the situation so tenuous, he might have dared to tease his boyfriend a little more. but frankly, all his prior teasing has worked himself up just as much as the other, so it's with another soft sound of appreciation when his slim hand slips beneath some waistbands, palming around the hard heat of his boyfriend's cock. even his faint strokes (more like tugs, really) are impatient. give it to me. ]

[ The low, gravelly haah sound that escapes Kuroo as Nisaka gets his hand on him is unabashed, completely ignorant of and not able to care about anything outside of the small space in this photo booth, of anything besides his boyfriend's bold and precise hands and the pleasure warming through him to fuel the fire already searing his insides. Luckily for them, though the curtain might be flimsy there's a particularly loud ride outside and a DDR machine to their other side, and the blaring music from both does a pretty good job of masking these first few moans and grunts.. but probably won't do much if they don't exercise caution soon.

Caution, however, means that Kuroo wouldn't be able to get his own hands on Nisaka's pants, barely bothering to unfasten them past the buttons before he's sliding a hand up over Nisaka's regretfully clothed stomach and chest, up his neck and over his chin to where their mouths meet.. He pulls back, just a little, just so that their lips part but not that Nisaka won't be able to feel Kuroo's breath against his already swollen lips. Then, he pushes that finger into Nisaka's mouth. It won't take much to make him ready after last night, which is good because Kuroo doesn't have the patience to be thorough right now, but he needs something to make the slide easier and is not wasting any time. ]

[ the other sounds of the arcade are a distant thing to nisaka. with nothing more than that flimsy curtain separating them from the rest of the world, yet it still feels like they're in their own little, everything else muted and grey.

when kuroo leans away from their kiss, he whines, bereft. the press of the finger between his pouting lips has him changing his tune, though, literally, his voice pitching into a soft moan. full lips press around that digit, but not before giving kuroo a flash of pink tongue, swirling all around like it had just hours ago in bed. he sucks on that finger with ten times the wanton intent he had toyed with that corndog earlier, keeping his eyes on kuroo the entire time. in his hand, he curls his fingers tight around a throbbing cock, stroking slowly. ]

[ Kuroo's breaths are low and rumbling, rattling through his chest like a purr or a constant gasp as each twist and squeeze of Nisaka's palm tight around him has his pleasure levels creeping steadily higher.. The sight of Nisaka's tongue lapping at his finger, though, and the feeling of those reddened lips closing around it... It makes him hiss, the feeling and visual stimulation almost too much for him.

He has to reach down, gritting his teeth just slightly as the fingers of his free hand wrap around Nisaka's wrist, tugging his hand away from his cock like it's the most painful thing he's ever done. ]

If you keep that up.. I'm not gonna last long. [ And he desperately, desperately wants to be inside his boyfriend before that happens. His eyebrows pull together, either apologetic or desperate for that feeling now, and pushes his finger a little deeper into that hot, wet mouth while his other hand works on getting Nisaka's pants down around his thighs at the very least. ]

[ there is the faintest of glowers delivered at the tug of his hand, deprived of a treat he had been aching for for so long. it pushes him to lap at kuroo's tongue with more vigor. at least the freed hand allows him to help his boyfriend along with his other task, hips shifting up off of the adjustable chair so they can both drag his pants and underwear down.

his lips drag away from kuroo's finger with a sloppy, wet sound, and nisaka manages to pant out his next command while pinning kuroo down with his eyes. ]

Sit down. Switch places with me.

[ Kuroo's hand was just about creeping toward Nisaka's reaching, drooling cock, desperate to get a hand on it and show him some of that white hot pleasure he'd been torturing Kuroo's restraint with.. but then Nisaka gives him that heavy stare, through thick eyelashes and his eyes more intense than he's ever seen them before.. It's like the look he'd given him while he had his mouth on Kuroo's cock that morning, when Kuroo had begged to touch him and Nisaka had refused. It makes him shudder. Just the tone of his voice is enough to send his willpower to jelly, and he nods kind of dazedly. ]

O-Okay.

[ God, did he just stutter? Blushing furiously he slides his hands under Nisaka's thighs instead, lifting him up against his chest so he can turn, sit back, and let Nisaka come down to sit in his lap. He props his foot up against the wall of the photo-booth to make the position an easier one for what's to come. ]