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[ 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. ]

[ had they had more time, nisaka would have loved to enjoy that look on his boyfriend's face a little longer. would have loved to hear him stutter some more, trip over his dragging tongue. but time is a luxury when you're trying to have a quickie in a crowded arcade, so instead he lets himself get carried into a position more suitable for his purposes. he works to settle a little more on his knees on either side of kuroo's waist, and once done he reaches for that hand again, drawing that finger back into his mouth. he doesn't linger this time, quickly slathering the digit with as much spit as possible without being too messy about it, and then he's leading that hand down and around him, coaxing the digit to press between his cheeks, seek out his waiting hole.

in this position, he's the one looming over kuroo now, though admittedly not by much, but certainly by enough, and he finds he rather likes looking down at the other man, especially as he works to sit himself down over that finger, working himself open once more. ]

[ Nisaka taking control of his hand like that, pulling it where he sees fit and guiding it to where he needs it, is more arousing than Kuroo could have ever hoped to imagine. There's something about Nisaka like this, sitting above him, looking down at him as he pushes himself back, sinking onto the slick intrusion of Kuroo's finger, that has Kuroo feeling small and trapped in the best kind of way. His eyes are blown wide, watching Nisaka for every sound, every gasp that falls from him, but also for his next instruction.

He's still wet from that morning, still loose enough for Kuroo's finger to slide inside upto his second knuckle without too much effort. He curls it downwards, letting the pressure of Nisaka's insides draw him deeper, opening his mouth in a hot gasp when he feels that delicious response. ]

Edited 2018-02-11 19:42 (UTC)

[ kuroo's gasp is matched by a soft whimper from nisaka, tumbling out of his mouth as his body sinks to take kuroo's finger in even deeper, as deep as he can. the movement makes his hips buck, the desperation bubbling in his gut. he's closed his eyes now, too caught up in the sensation of being filled, even though his body remembers the feeling of being stuffed. a greedy hand falls from around kuroo's own, reaching further down still to fuss with the waistband of underwear, tugging aside so he can curl fingers around his boyfriend's hard heat again, purring lowly when he finds it to be just as hard and throbbing as before.

he finds himself so desperate for the sensation again that he's already begun to aim the very tip of kuroo's cock towards his entrance, despite the man's finger still in there. he hardly cares, attempting to nudge both in just so he can feel him again. he's rewarded for his impatience with the feeling of being stretched farther than he's ever felt before, prompting his head to fall back on a silent scream, mouth parting around choked sounds stuck in his throat. ]

[ As Nisaka closes his eyes, Kuroo watches as he moves with a precise kind of abandon, clearly focusing in on every sensation that having Kuroo ready and malleable under his hands can offer him. Whatever he wants, Kuroo finds himself repeating, he can have it.

When a hand reaches down to take hold of his cock he almost moves to stop it, to beg Nisaka not to tease him until he can be inside him, but his boyfriend starts shifting, moving forwards and lining him up, sinking down with Kuroo's finger still curled inside him, deeper and deeper with every rock of Nisaka's hips... All of a sudden there's a wave of pleasure as Nisaka drops, as Kuroo's cock pushes him open with a ruthless and constant pressure, and he watches as Nisaka's spine seems to roll with the feeling, his head rolling backwards on his shoulders in what has to be the most beautiful display of pleasure Kuroo has ever seen... but then, to Kuroo, every time is more beautiful than the last. ]

Fuck, Nisaka..!

[ Kuroo can't waste a second of time being careful about the noises he's making, his boyfriend looks and feels and is too good for him to care about being quiet, about what other people might see or think.. all he cares about is making Nisaka feel good, so he braces his foot a little higher against the booth so he can grind his hips upwards as Nisaka sinks down, pushing his cock just that extra fraction more inside of him. ]

[ he has, by now, bitten down so hard on his lower lip that he will surely draw blood soon. so perhaps it's fortunate that kuroo cries out as loud as he does, prompting nisaka to let out a sharp hiss, which may have probably been meant to be a shushing sound that got lost along the way. his head falls back forward again, coming to rest on a broad shoulder. his other hand has curled so tightly around the other side that he's certain there will be bruises to keep his bite mark company later, but for right now he focuses on slowly lowering his hips another inch further to take in even more.

he gets about halfway until his legs suddenly quiver, too weak too continue, too overwhelmed with sensation for the final drop, and he's whimpering again, turning his face towards the warmth of his boyfriend's neck. ]

Kuroo — Kuroo, please—

[ Ah.. as much as he likes the dark look in Nisaka's eyes and the firey way in which he orders Kuroo around, tells him what to do with that sharp and no-nonsense tone in his voice... This Nisaka; the Nisaka who curls against him, who practically begs with only his body to be held by him, who whines for him, bucks his hips and tightens around him, for him... This Nisaka is his favourite.

Like this he can hold his smaller boyfriend close, hold him tight and constant, keep him still while Kuroo lifts his other foot, hooks the toe of his shoe into the receptacle at the bottom of the screen where customers collect their photos from, and uses the angle given to him by the raised height of both feet to buck his hips upward, fucking up into Nisaka with the power he knows he's desperate for, with an intensity concentrated enough to make him scream. ]

[ and he does scream, his entire body going taut as it is practically wrenched right out of him, raw in his throat. by the grace of whatever deity happened to be listening, that exact moment is joined by the happy shouts of arcade-goers all around, presumably over some exciting win or somesort.

but finally, finally, nisaka gets what he wants. so wonderfully filled he is almost in tears for it. and while he would have loved to indulge in the feeling a little while longer, he knows time is not on their side right now, and more than that, neither is patience. kuroo had driven up into him so hard, with so much force, it racked his entire body, left his nerves singing, and he's determined to get the other man feeling the exact same way.

and so he leans back hands tight on kuroo's shoulders, meeting his eyes. his mouth has parted open on every shallow pant of his, chest rising and falling to the erratic beat of his heart. steeling himself, he begins to rock over his boyfriend, gradually building up a pace so that he can ride along the length of him, the sounds of their hips meeting lewd and loud. ]

[ God, he's gorgeous. He's so gorgeous that it takes Kuroo's breath, takes his everything and offers it all up for Nisaka to take from him with the suffocating squeeze of his body- He can't look away from his eyes, wants to draw it out and make it last, but he's so desperate to see him come like this, to see his beautiful face crack in overwhelming pleasure as climax takes him.. There's a tightening in his stomach, his mouth falling open as the heat gets hotter and his limbs start to shake..

Kuroo's finger is still buried inside him, leaving one of his arms clamped against his ass like a lever, leaving his other free to do as it pleases... and as it turns out, what he pleases, is to wrap a hot palm tight around his boyfriends weeping cock, wrist twisting round on each upwards stroke in perfect time with the grind of Nisaka's hips against him. ]

—Nnn!

[ nisaka hadn't been prepared for that. he'd been so caught up in everything else, he pretty much forgot the other part of him that demanded attention too, and as good as he feels at the pressure there, all around, a part of him almost resists it for how good it is. how much it brings him that much closer to the end, when all he wants to do is bask in this moment till the sun comes back up again.

with his grip on kuroo's shoulders, he leans back, enough that he can lift and drop himself onto kuroo's dick with better leverage, that in rising he can thrust his hips up into the circle of kuroo's hand, edging closer and closer still.

just outside, a shuffle of feet comes closer, and excited chatter fills up the space there. nisaka's eyes widen in suspense, lips parted on a silent gasp. he stills almost immediately, half of kuroo's cock still left buried inside him. ]

[ The rolling motion of Nisaka's hips as he alternates between fucking himself on Kuroo's cock and thrusting up into the tight pressure of his hand is mesmerising, so enticing in how attractive it is and how good it feels that for a long moment Kuroo doesn't really clock on to the reason Nisaka stops, only whining at the lack of sensation and lack of visual stimulus--- then he hears the feet and the chattering, looks up to Nisaka's face to see that deer-in-headlights look on his face... and finds himself caught.

There are two options: go still and wait for the feet to move on despite the prickling heat flooding his body and the way his hips are positively shaking from the effort it's taking not to grind up the rest of the way inside his boyfriend, or give in to that pleasure and fuck him hard enough that no-one could mistake what's going on in here.

That second option, while the most delectable, could go horrifically wrong in that they could become some kind of peep show, which has the possibility of turning Nisaka off ever doing disgusting things like this in public ever again... and also infuriates the part of Kuroo that is always desperate to dig his claws into Nisaka and never let him go, keep him for his mouth only, his touch only, his eyes only.

Kuroo's conclusion is this: he shifts forward a little till Nisaka's shoulders push up against the screen of the booth, awakening the automated welcome message so that it loudly explains the function of the machine they're desecrating. The sound is enough to make the crowd outside stop, apparently realising the machine is in use, which is all the encouragement Kuroo needs to continue, to almost stand a little awkwardly but enough that he can roll his hips forwards and upwards, grinding the length of his cock against his own finger and Nisaka's insides, shining golden eyes trained on his boyfriends face as his hand tightens, quickens it's pace, desperate to see release take him and fully intending to watch every moment of it. ]

[ there had been a wild moment wherein nisaka had been so sure kuroo would have exposed them. it was a panicky, fleeting thing, but one that made the heat in his gut stir restlessly, excitedly, though he was quick to remind his body that, unlike him, kuroo actually lived here, and so it isn't as if they were entirely anonymous.

in any case, the moment was a brief one, and soon enough kuroo's true intentions come to light. the new position isn't the most comfortable — the cold screen presses up right against his shoulder-blades, and his lower back strains at both the force of his boyfriend's thrusts, and his own frantic rocking to try and meet each and every one of them.

still, he can hardly complain, especially when kuroo looks at him like that, like he could devour him whole with just his eyes alone. he moans pitifully, and only manages to stifle the last of it with a hand slapped right over his mouth. he struggles to keep quiet, even as the feet outside of the curtain begin to disperse, even as kuroo's hand and cock wind him further and further and further until he finally snaps—

he comes with a choked cry, buried against his palm, mingling with the cartoonish music coming from the photobooth animatics. hot cum splashes against kuroo's hand, staining his lower torso and thighs, but fortunately (blessedly) not any of their clothing. ]

[ Kuroo can feel it coming, the delicious tightness that Nisaka clamps down around him, the hiccup of his breath and the rigid freeze of his body... Kuroo almost licks his lips as he watches, vision threatening to go hazy with the pleasure thrumming through him with each push of his hips.. but even that he pushes to one side, focusing instead on Nisaka and Nisaka only.

It's only when that vice like pressure finally suffocates Kuroo's cock, when he sees Nisaka's spine shudder in a curve and feels that hot, thick wetness against his hand that he seems to remember his own libido and gasps a loud almost surprised sound that soon devolves into a moan, his finger slipping out of Nisaka so that he can grip both hands hard around Nisaka's hipbones, driving him down onto his cock in one final brutal grind that has Kuroo keening into a dazzling orgasm so intense it almost threatens to have him passing out slumped against Nisaka's shoulder. His skin prickles with the aftermath, his legs and arms shuddering as he tries to breathe through the waves like electric shocks.. ]

[ nisaka can feel it coming too, but he is less prepared. he tries to, tries to steel himself for the flood that comes (both literally and figuratively), but he has barely gotten his breath back and already kuroo is stealing it again.

his own moan is strangled, pathetic in comparison to the older man's sounds, barely a whimper in the face of an onslaught of sensation after sensation. his legs quiver on either side of his boyfriend's hips, barely held up by the pressure of his shoulders on the screen, the leverage kuroo affords him at his waist. he can feel the man's cum leaking out from his hole, aided by the pulsing deep under his skin. he can barely see through the thick mess of fringe matted to his forehead, the tiny photobooth suddenly too stuffy despite nothing more than a piece of cloth separating them from the outside world. ]

P-Put me down, [ he whispers, as the rest of the arcade's sounds begin to filter back in. actually, he decides he wants a kiss first, grasping a fistful of kuroo's shirt, tugging him forward to clumsily mash lips and tongue together as another shudder runs through him. ]

[ Put me down, he says, then kisses Kuroo with his hands balled in his shirt, with his tongue forcefully in his mouth, shuddering in his lap... How could Kuroo agree to that? Put me down sounds like don't put me down to Kuroo's mind, and syrupy thoughts leak in through the rose tinted haze that confirm putting Nisaka down is the absolute last thing he should do; that leaning backward again and taking his boyfriend with him, knocking his knees out from where they're locked to allow him to shift against Kuroo, so that all his weight sinks helplessly and heavily into his lap, is a much better idea.

Kuroo does so, groaning quietly when Nisaka's full weight hits him, the feeling of hot liquid cum leaking from him and oozing down Kuroo's cock at the extra half inch or so of depth.. He hums, then pushes his hips in a slow arc forwards and upwards. It's more like a grind than a thrust, since Nisaka's weight is on him so heavily that there's little to no room between their hips.. but the movement is enough to keep Kuroo half hard inside him, to make his oversensitive nerves set alight once more, to make his breaths which are already heavy leave him in guttural gasps that don't seem to have an inch of self control to them. ]

[ guttural gasps mingling with breathless pants, and suddenly nisaka is leaning against kuroo once more, a tangled mess of sweat and limbs and cum. insatiable, he thinks in mild exasperation, but then again he's the one who pulled for that kiss, he's the one still trying to kiss even now, through each rough gasp for breath.

how long has it been?? a year? two? time seems to stop and stutter in this little photobooth, and surely by now some other young couple on their first date is rueing the person hogging all the time, depriving them from creating shared memories. ]

Kuroo, [ he finally thinks to say, meaning to reprimand, but it tapers off into a soft moan, feeling the lingering stiffness inside him shift.

he curls his hands tight around the other man's shoulders, squeezing emphatically. ]

Your friends...

[ surely they're wondering where they've run off to by now... ]