[ 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... ]
[ Kuroo slides both hands down, each taking a handful of Nisaka's ass so that when he rolls his hips again he can kind of lift his boyfriend the slightest amount to meet each shift of his body, both of them working in a wonderful tandem that makes his breath stutter and his dick swell back into life. ]
Can wait. [ He answers, grunting into Nisaka's mouth as he struggles to devote enough brainpower to actually make coherent sentences. ] Want you.
[ Nisaka is still so tight, even when he's well fucked, and it makes Kuroo's stomach drop in a delicious moment of free-fall, hips grinding up again until he bottoms out and his breath catches in a surprised hiccup of sound... The coil in his stomach that wound tighter and tighter as he approached climax has started to coil again, faster this time, and now it's shuddering against the pressure, along with Kuroo's entire body which seems to shake with the effort its taking to control himself. ]
Nisaka.... [ He's definitely not being quiet, so saying Nisaka's name so wantonly is probably the most dangerous thing he could do in this situation. But he does it anyway. Again, and again and again. ]
[ it's hard to argue with that kind of logic, which is to say — despite his own attempts, nisaka isn't in any more shape than kuroo is to be making many coherent thoughts at the moment. not when he can feel kuroo's dick thickening inside him, pushing against the walls so ready to swallow him back whole once more. he whimpers pitifully, head lolling back as his spine arches, the push and pull of his boyfriend's hips and hands tugging him into a ride his body is eagerly stumbling along into, despite his better judgment...
which, again, is fading fast. his own hips rut and do their best, but every movement is more autopilot at this point, second nature that is chasing off after something much more basic than even eating. one particular grind has his boyfriend's cock rubbing right against that sweet spot inside him, prompting a soft cry, but even then he doesn't get nearly as loud as kuroo does, and with his own name, at that.
it hits him after the second time, and his eyes snap open as panic grips his throat. he rocks forward, pressing a hand firm against the other's. ]
S-shh!
[ he rolls forward slightly, knees finding purchase on the chair once more so he can begin bouncing along the other's dick. as if getting him off sooner rather than later will somehow make their noises that less blatant. ]
[ Kuroo's voice catches in his throat, but not from the command or any other brush of contact besides Nisaka's knees firming and his hips starting up a punishing push-and-pull of tight pressure up and down the length of his cock. Kuroo can't form any words anymore, any sounds apart from heavy haaahs as he pants and gasps for air, for encouragement, desperately begging Nisaka not to stop, to keep moving, right there, he's so close---
The spring feels almost ready to snap, and then in a moment that rushes by him like wind off of a bullet train, he comes again still buried right to the base inside his boyfriend. The squeeze gets tighter as he floods Nisaka, feeling his intrusion go slippery and white hot as every roll of his orgasm leaving him milks more out of him and pushes more out of Nisaka. He's sure they've made a mess of the seat, or the floor, or something, but he can't bring himself to care as he shifts his arms through a contact-shiver that racks his whole body, bringing his arms up to Nisaka's waist as he buries his head in his shoulder with a satisfied sound. ]
[ they've made a mess of each other, nisaka is positive, because there's no way they couldn't have. rather vividly, he's taken back to the previous night, the situation and positions entirely different, but the outcome entirely the same: the both of them, exhausted, breathless and boneless, kuroo buried hilt-deep amidst a flood of his own come leaking out of him.
nisaka can feel heat coming off of his body like steam, each breath adding to the thickness in the air around him. they need to move, to clean up somehow, to do something other than soak up the remnants of their own debauchery.
after a handful of breaths, nisaka sighs. quiet. resolved. he had the advantage of only having to recover from one orgasm, and so he recovers much more quickly. it allows him the time to dig around in his pants pocket, bunched up along his thighs. he pulls out an arcade token, which is deposited into the slot after a mild stretch. once again, the booth lights up in sound and colors.
carefully, he lifts up, just enough that half of kuroo's cock slides out of him. he glances over his shoulder just in time for a round of pictures to be snapped.
might want to pluck the finished product up from outside before too long... ]
[ Kuroo is only dimly aware of Nisaka moving around; he's much more distracted by the rosy haze of a delicious afterglow that creeps into his bones like warmth in winter, has his eyes closing as he presses close to a soft and comforting body that's moving away from him. He complains at the sound from the booth, at the chipper voice, at the bloops of sound indicating a countdown...
He peers up over Nisaka's shoulder with a bleary look, eyes blinking confused at the screen reflecting his and Nisaka's flushed faces back at them. It's only when the screen flashes, informs them of their success, that Kuroo seems to come to enough to figure out what's been done. Ahh.. Now he wishes he'd showered. The idea of it makes him grin, having something to look back on and remember this sordid moment, but his hair is sticking to his face, looks even more ridiculous than normal, and after coming twice underneath his boyfriend he's more than a little.. warm. It's kind of impressive that he's done it twice in as many days, but that just goes to show how attractive Nisaka is, how easily he can get him going.
He smacks him on the ass as he sits up a little more. ]
My friends will be waiting. [ He's blatantly parroting what Nisaka said with that sly grin, acting the one who got roped into this, like he isn't just as guilty. ] C'mon. We better clean up.
[ nisaka grunts softly at the smack, gently wiggling his hips so he can coax the rest of kuroo to slip out from under him. his bones feel heavy, and his legs can barely hold his own weight up, but past his exhaustion and haze of lingering arousal, he knows kuroo's got a point...
especially because it's the very same one he made just moments earlier, hey!
with a faint pout, he's moving to get back up on his feet, swaying just a bit to find some steadier ground. he looks down at himself, at the mess slowly streaming down his legs. he makes a face. ]
[ Kuroo's eyes watch it too, the thick and sinful gloop of his own pleasure leaking down the soft insides of his boyfriends thighs. His blood kind of shudders, warmth flooding his stomach again. God, he really is insatiable. ]
Mmm. I am, aren't I? You better try harder to keep me satisfied then, huh?
[ He's all too aware of the fact that Nisaka has only come once, that surely the effort of fucking himself on Kuroo's cock must have kept his libido at least a little interested.. he almost looks disappointed with their situation as he straightens up, gingerly tucking himself back in. ]
You started it, though. So if anything.. [ His hands creep forwards, catching Nisaka's waist, pulling him in. ] .. You're more dangerous. A bad influence, even, on someone as impressionable as me.
[ he is half-hard, but blessedly hidden beneath the folds of his shirt, and also, blessedly, a lot easier to calm than his boyfriend, far too warm-blooded for his own good. he turns his head when he's drawn in, no longer resisting where he once had, so many months ago. he rests his cheek against kuroo's chest, listening to his heart calm. ]
I didn't hear you complaining, [ he sniffs. ] Quite the opposite, in fact.
[ but as much as he'd like to stay there in kuroo's arms for the rest of the day, he draws back with a sigh. there are some napkins from the food booth tucked into his pants pocket that he uses to clean himself off, or as best as he can, anyway. ]
[ Kuroo kind of just watches as Nisaka cleans himself up, tidies everything away so that he looks almost exactly like he had before he'd been pushed into this booth by his ruffian of a boyfriend... He watches with hungry eyes or something like pride, until he's standing there as plain as anything, mind apparently toying with the idea of tugging him back down until he speaks up. ]
Oh. [ He's genuinely surprised, eyes losing a little of their heat as his eyebrows raise. If he had a tail it'd be wagging. ] Dinner. Wh-.. What's happening at dinner?
[ Did Nisaka intend to molest him under the dinner table? Did he have plans to have Kuroo fuck him against the bathroom door in the restroom??? ]
[ Kuroo can't even be put out by Nisaka's denial - because by now, honestly, he's used to it, and half the time he knows that Nisaka denying him is more reason to expect what he's after. He's only proved right (another reason for him to bristle with pride) when he spots that little smirk and hears those delicious words.. Ah, his libido is helpless to resist. ]
And if it's not? [ He asks, running a clean(ish) hand through his hair and nudging the curtain open without even an inkling of care. ] What then?
[ He leans down to pluck the photos out of the slot in perfect timing, just as they land. ]
[ similarly, nisaka has exactly one second to run a hand over his own hair before the curtain is drawn back and he's forced to step out. there are still traces of a flush lingering on his cheeks, but otherwise they look pretty presentable, all things considering. glancing around, he almost immediately catches the eye of ichiei who'd been craning his neck this way and that, presumably to look for them. absently, he lifts a hand, indicating that they've been seen. ]
If it's not, [ he says in a quiet voice, ] you'll suck me off in a bathroom stall.
[ the last part he says in a rush, because no sooner after he'd finished that, kuroo's friends show up, excitedly chattering about all the tickets they'd won so far. ]
[ He's thoroughly admiring the look on Nisaka's face in the picture, that kind of half-lidded stare over his shoulder that's both alluring and utterly devastating in the power it holds. To anyone else it might look a little strange in its staged sort of pose, but the secret hiding in such plain sight - that his boyfriend had half his dick inside of him when the shutter closed - is what makes it, for Kuroo.
He blinks kind of half dazed when Nisaka says that, eyes and ears perking up to the possibility, unable to respond as Ichiei races over to them demanding to know where they were, informing them of how they missed out on hotdogs and how hungry it had made him, how they should hurry and find somewhere to go for dinner. Kuroo grins sleazily at his boyfriend and the convenient opportunity of the situation. ]
Hungry, Nisaka? Or are you already full?
[ Yikes... Cutting it a bit close to the wire there, Kuroo. Good thing Ichiei is an airhead or they might be in danger. ]
[ bless ichiei's ignorance, tbh. gaku on the other hand...
nisaka doesn't bother to look over at kuroo, knowing even just the slightest glance will have him turning pinker than he already is. but in avoiding his boyfriend's eye, he catches gaku's, and the knowing look he sends them both is enough to make nisaka just a little bit nervous.
he clears his throat, tipping his chin up a little. as if daring the other to say something. ]
[ Ichiei smacks Nisaka on the shoulder and compliments him on being such a good sport, and Kuroo is almost tempted to do the same, bristling with a mixture of pride and excitement in the wake of his boyfriends response and the incredulous look on Gaku's face. They'd have to be incredibly stealthy to pass under his radar, so the fact that they didn't is no real surprise... plus, now that he's onto them, there's less necessity to hide it as completely.
Ichiei asks Gaku where he'd like to eat and his steely expression falls to something a little more endeared when he answers that wherever Ichiei wants to eat is fine, Kuroo teases him about his soft spot, the circle is complete and things are almost back to normal.. except Kuroo's mind can't really leave the tactile memory of Nisaka's half hard dick peeking up under the tails of his shirt, so when Ichiei gives him the deciding vote between the two restaurants, he picks one he's been to before, the ones where the bathrooms have a hip level sink bay, where the cubicles aren't too big, where the doors have a hit-and-miss locking system.
He grins as he uses the hand he has posessively around Nisaka's waist to push him inside. ]
[ is nisaka surprised by these turn of events? no, not really. still, he hadn't thought it would work out quite this well, though he supposes he greatly underestimated kuroo's determination and resolve, and now he's paying for it.
not that he's complaining, mind, especially because this is a pretty nice restaurant, meaning the bathrooms are pretty clean. they make little noise as they shuffle in, their orders already placed and gaku patiently fielding ichiei's concerns about their friends' bowel movements. the bathroom is empty, because god loves them today, and nisaka whirls around to grab a hold of the front of kuroo's shirt, tugging him down enough that he needn't have to stretch too far just to steal a kiss. apparently, kuroo isn't the only insatiable one in this relationship, and he didn't really help his own impatience, when all throughout being informed about the specials, he'd drawn lazy circles up the path of kuroo's leg. ]
[ It's probably a good thing that Gaku is content with Ichiei's company alone, and that their friends' company is enforcing at least a little control because otherwise Kuroo might have ordered for the both of them with his boyfriend between his legs under the table... His hand had been distracting, so very almost enough that it was bordering on infuriating, and now in the safe(ish) confines of the bathroom he can let all that frustration out on the source of all his distraction..
The kiss that Nisaka steals is returned by another from Kuroo, then a deeper one, then one that lingers, all the while his hands creep downwards, fingers hooking in the waistband of his pants to act as an anchor so he can turn and push him against the counter of sinks bracketing the wall. He's grinning, because of course he is, as Nisaka's hips bump the surface and Kuroo presses him into it with his own, clearly intent on not wasting any time as his fingers meander toward the fastenings of his pants. ]
[ it's all too easy to get swept up in these moments. it's a fatal flaw, as far as nisaka is concerned, because he swears he's usually a much more sensible guy than this. all too quickly, he blames the four-month drought they'd both been suffering through, and the looming inevitability of another coming all too soon. it's why he clings as hard as he does to kuroo's shoulders, why his hips rock up with that insistent press.
it's really only when he feels the tug on his pants that some semblance of common sense filters into his mind, and he pulls back from a kiss with a lewd, wet sound. ]
[ Kuroo is point blank refusing to think about the the fact that this day is the last full day they'll have to spend together, that tomorrow Nisaka will be packing up his clothes and removing them from Kuroo's life for another handful of months, that time will feel slow and sluggish and grey without him once he's gone, that Kuroo who loves and breathes every moment of his hobbies and his studies will sometimes wonder if there's a point to them if he's not coming home to the man he loves...
He's not thinking about that. He's thinking about Nisaka's nails in his shoulders, his tongue in his boyfriends mouth, his fingers working the zipper of Nisaka's pants down for the second time today---
He raises his eyebrows in dumb shock when Nisaka pushes him back, blinking as though through a haze, struggling to decipher the resistance for what it is. Then, of course, he grins again. ]
Are you getting shy on me, kitten?~ We just fucked in a photo booth with only a curtain between us and the entire arcade floor, you know.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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... ]
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Can wait. [ He answers, grunting into Nisaka's mouth as he struggles to devote enough brainpower to actually make coherent sentences. ] Want you.
[ Nisaka is still so tight, even when he's well fucked, and it makes Kuroo's stomach drop in a delicious moment of free-fall, hips grinding up again until he bottoms out and his breath catches in a surprised hiccup of sound... The coil in his stomach that wound tighter and tighter as he approached climax has started to coil again, faster this time, and now it's shuddering against the pressure, along with Kuroo's entire body which seems to shake with the effort its taking to control himself. ]
Nisaka.... [ He's definitely not being quiet, so saying Nisaka's name so wantonly is probably the most dangerous thing he could do in this situation. But he does it anyway. Again, and again and again. ]
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which, again, is fading fast. his own hips rut and do their best, but every movement is more autopilot at this point, second nature that is chasing off after something much more basic than even eating. one particular grind has his boyfriend's cock rubbing right against that sweet spot inside him, prompting a soft cry, but even then he doesn't get nearly as loud as kuroo does, and with his own name, at that.
it hits him after the second time, and his eyes snap open as panic grips his throat. he rocks forward, pressing a hand firm against the other's. ]
S-shh!
[ he rolls forward slightly, knees finding purchase on the chair once more so he can begin bouncing along the other's dick. as if getting him off sooner rather than later will somehow make their noises that less blatant. ]
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The spring feels almost ready to snap, and then in a moment that rushes by him like wind off of a bullet train, he comes again still buried right to the base inside his boyfriend. The squeeze gets tighter as he floods Nisaka, feeling his intrusion go slippery and white hot as every roll of his orgasm leaving him milks more out of him and pushes more out of Nisaka. He's sure they've made a mess of the seat, or the floor, or something, but he can't bring himself to care as he shifts his arms through a contact-shiver that racks his whole body, bringing his arms up to Nisaka's waist as he buries his head in his shoulder with a satisfied sound. ]
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nisaka can feel heat coming off of his body like steam, each breath adding to the thickness in the air around him. they need to move, to clean up somehow, to do something other than soak up the remnants of their own debauchery.
after a handful of breaths, nisaka sighs. quiet. resolved. he had the advantage of only having to recover from one orgasm, and so he recovers much more quickly. it allows him the time to dig around in his pants pocket, bunched up along his thighs. he pulls out an arcade token, which is deposited into the slot after a mild stretch. once again, the booth lights up in sound and colors.
carefully, he lifts up, just enough that half of kuroo's cock slides out of him. he glances over his shoulder just in time for a round of pictures to be snapped.
might want to pluck the finished product up from outside before too long... ]
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He peers up over Nisaka's shoulder with a bleary look, eyes blinking confused at the screen reflecting his and Nisaka's flushed faces back at them. It's only when the screen flashes, informs them of their success, that Kuroo seems to come to enough to figure out what's been done. Ahh.. Now he wishes he'd showered. The idea of it makes him grin, having something to look back on and remember this sordid moment, but his hair is sticking to his face, looks even more ridiculous than normal, and after coming twice underneath his boyfriend he's more than a little.. warm. It's kind of impressive that he's done it twice in as many days, but that just goes to show how attractive Nisaka is, how easily he can get him going.
He smacks him on the ass as he sits up a little more. ]
My friends will be waiting. [ He's blatantly parroting what Nisaka said with that sly grin, acting the one who got roped into this, like he isn't just as guilty. ] C'mon. We better clean up.
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Mmm. I am, aren't I? You better try harder to keep me satisfied then, huh?
[ He's all too aware of the fact that Nisaka has only come once, that surely the effort of fucking himself on Kuroo's cock must have kept his libido at least a little interested.. he almost looks disappointed with their situation as he straightens up, gingerly tucking himself back in. ]
You started it, though. So if anything.. [ His hands creep forwards, catching Nisaka's waist, pulling him in. ] .. You're more dangerous. A bad influence, even, on someone as impressionable as me.
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I didn't hear you complaining, [ he sniffs. ] Quite the opposite, in fact.
[ but as much as he'd like to stay there in kuroo's arms for the rest of the day, he draws back with a sigh. there are some napkins from the food booth tucked into his pants pocket that he uses to clean himself off, or as best as he can, anyway. ]
Let's just hope dinner is a lot more crowded.
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Oh. [ He's genuinely surprised, eyes losing a little of their heat as his eyebrows raise. If he had a tail it'd be wagging. ] Dinner. Wh-.. What's happening at dinner?
[ Did Nisaka intend to molest him under the dinner table? Did he have plans to have Kuroo fuck him against the bathroom door in the restroom??? ]
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before flattening into something exasperated. ]
Nothing, [ he sighs, eyes rolling. focus, kuroo!
there is a pause, though. a glance towards his boyfriend, lips quirking faintly. ]
...If it's too crowded.
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And if it's not? [ He asks, running a clean(ish) hand through his hair and nudging the curtain open without even an inkling of care. ] What then?
[ He leans down to pluck the photos out of the slot in perfect timing, just as they land. ]
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If it's not, [ he says in a quiet voice, ] you'll suck me off in a bathroom stall.
[ the last part he says in a rush, because no sooner after he'd finished that, kuroo's friends show up, excitedly chattering about all the tickets they'd won so far. ]
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He blinks kind of half dazed when Nisaka says that, eyes and ears perking up to the possibility, unable to respond as Ichiei races over to them demanding to know where they were, informing them of how they missed out on hotdogs and how hungry it had made him, how they should hurry and find somewhere to go for dinner. Kuroo grins sleazily at his boyfriend and the convenient opportunity of the situation. ]
Hungry, Nisaka? Or are you already full?
[ Yikes... Cutting it a bit close to the wire there, Kuroo. Good thing Ichiei is an airhead or they might be in danger. ]
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nisaka doesn't bother to look over at kuroo, knowing even just the slightest glance will have him turning pinker than he already is. but in avoiding his boyfriend's eye, he catches gaku's, and the knowing look he sends them both is enough to make nisaka just a little bit nervous.
he clears his throat, tipping his chin up a little. as if daring the other to say something. ]
Nope... I always have room for more.
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Ichiei asks Gaku where he'd like to eat and his steely expression falls to something a little more endeared when he answers that wherever Ichiei wants to eat is fine, Kuroo teases him about his soft spot, the circle is complete and things are almost back to normal.. except Kuroo's mind can't really leave the tactile memory of Nisaka's half hard dick peeking up under the tails of his shirt, so when Ichiei gives him the deciding vote between the two restaurants, he picks one he's been to before, the ones where the bathrooms have a hip level sink bay, where the cubicles aren't too big, where the doors have a hit-and-miss locking system.
He grins as he uses the hand he has posessively around Nisaka's waist to push him inside. ]
omg i ship ichiei and gaku now thanks
not that he's complaining, mind, especially because this is a pretty nice restaurant, meaning the bathrooms are pretty clean. they make little noise as they shuffle in, their orders already placed and gaku patiently fielding ichiei's concerns about their friends' bowel movements. the bathroom is empty, because god loves them today, and nisaka whirls around to grab a hold of the front of kuroo's shirt, tugging him down enough that he needn't have to stretch too far just to steal a kiss. apparently, kuroo isn't the only insatiable one in this relationship, and he didn't really help his own impatience, when all throughout being informed about the specials, he'd drawn lazy circles up the path of kuroo's leg. ]
theyre the real otp here
The kiss that Nisaka steals is returned by another from Kuroo, then a deeper one, then one that lingers, all the while his hands creep downwards, fingers hooking in the waistband of his pants to act as an anchor so he can turn and push him against the counter of sinks bracketing the wall. He's grinning, because of course he is, as Nisaka's hips bump the surface and Kuroo presses him into it with his own, clearly intent on not wasting any time as his fingers meander toward the fastenings of his pants. ]
i love them
it's really only when he feels the tug on his pants that some semblance of common sense filters into his mind, and he pulls back from a kiss with a lewd, wet sound. ]
H-Hang on — shouldn't we get in a stall?
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He's not thinking about that. He's thinking about Nisaka's nails in his shoulders, his tongue in his boyfriends mouth, his fingers working the zipper of Nisaka's pants down for the second time today---
He raises his eyebrows in dumb shock when Nisaka pushes him back, blinking as though through a haze, struggling to decipher the resistance for what it is. Then, of course, he grins again. ]
Are you getting shy on me, kitten?~ We just fucked in a photo booth with only a curtain between us and the entire arcade floor, you know.
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