[ he hums in the back of his throat, something soft and thoughtful. the sunlight filtering in catches on kuroo too, and from nisaka's vantage point he looks even more striking than usual — all sharp angles and contrasting shadows, emphasizing the hazy look in his eyes, the flecks of gold in each iris.
his hand shifts, moving to fit around the curve of a jaw instead, the pad of his thumb delicately tracing along the line of it, drifting further and further still towards the fold of that smile. as surprised as he can often be with his own happiness, every now and then he will feel more of a shock to realize he can make someone else this happy in turn. his hands were only ever used to holding something precious and temporary. precious in their temporary. ]
[ He loves it when Nisaka cups his face like this, like he's a rare treasure, something to be protected and cherished.. Kuroo hasn't been a stranger to people caring about him, but the way Nisaka looks at him in tender moments like this still takes his breath away no matter how many times he sees it. He doesn't need to hear that Nisaka loves him when he's looking to those eyes like this, because he can see it for himself.. He just hopes the way he looks back at him is even half as beautiful and meaningful a sight to see. ]
I don't need it to. [ Kuroo turns his head just a little so that he can press another kiss against the pad of Nisaka's finger. ] I'm right where I want to be.
[ His free hand trails up, running patterns across Nisaka's pale stomach - wide loops, swirls, soft pawing motions with all four fingers.. He wants to follow with his mouth, right up to Nisaka's collar bones and his jaw and then his mouth, but looking at him under him like this is so appealing that he's genuinely quite torn between what he wants more... ]
Sometimes I still can't believe this is real.. that you're real. Sometimes I manage to convince myself this has all been some elaborate hallucination and I'll wake up one morning and it'll have all been a dream. [ Fingers pass over the base of his ribs, pressing in just a little before slipping down to pet at his sides. His eyes are downcast, watching the progress of his hands on his boyfriend, and his voice is low pitched and slow, similar to how it gets when he's sleepy and honest. ] That's why I can never stop looking at you.. I can't stop thinking about how lucky I am.
[ every word kuroo says feels like a little seed burying deep into his chest, already ready to flower and blossom into a whole new reason to try, into further proof that the decisions he made to get here are the right ones. by the time kuroo finishes, nisaka feels warm and light and full, but wonderfully weightless when he sits up, aching to be even closer. ]
You did this, you know. [ voice soft but honest, eyes wide so that his boyfriend can see every fleck of truth and sincerity in them. ] All of this is because of you. Because you never gave up on me, on us. Because you taught me how to do the same.
That's why... please never stop looking at me.
[ he leans in, gently pressing a kiss to the corner of kuroo's lips. ]
[ Kuroo has never seen himself as anything like what Nisaka paints him as, but it's hard to be modest in the face of someone gazing at you like you're the only thing keeping them alive. He does fluster though, of course, a light pink color touching his cheeks as he looks helplessly back into Nisaka's eyes.
When he finishes speaking, its all Kuroo can do to press forward, to get his hands up onto Nisaka's shoulders to push him back, get closer and closer still, to crawl under his clothes, his skin and stay there basking in how this man makes him feel... how small, how delicate, and yet how unbeatable and brave.. When Nisaka's back hits the bed again Kuroo kind of curls up against him, tangling their legs together right to their ankles and toes, tucking his head in next to his, nose against the hair in front of his ear, lips brushing the shell. ]
You're the one who did it. You were brave enough to listen to me, really listen to me, instead of just chalking me up to be the idiot I act like. [ Thank you, his tone says, desperately. Thank you. ] I'm glad you didn't give up either.
[ the sunlight filtering into the room has begun to fall over where they lay now, leaving a thick strip of heat along their bodies. it is not quite as warm as kuroo himself, which nisaka finds to be incredibly fitting, as the man has become, more than once, the sun in his sky when it comes to a number of things in his life. but this back-and-forth can carry on for a while, he knows, so he will only leave it off with a soft sigh, both in exasperation and resignation.
one hand crawls up to curl around thick tufts of dark hair at kuroo's crown, lightly tugging. ]
You are an idiot, [ he murmurs, but not unkindly. ] Most people just say "thank you" when they're given a compliment, you know...
[ he smiles faintly, turning to lightly bop his nose against his boyfriend's. ]
[ Kuroo winces at the tug, but it's mostly dramatised because, ah.. Kuroo is weak to Nisaka showing that kind of physical comfort around him; it makes his insides soft, his heart burn warm, his blood surge as it struggles to decide which way to flood. He loves it, because it's something he would have never imagined possible from the tentative, bitter and scared boy Nisaka was before they became one.. one body, one heart, one pair of lungs that share breaths, share life-- Ah... ]
Yeah, I am. All yours. [ Kuroo leans forward to kiss that smile, then turns his chin up to kiss his nose. ] I've never been good at being polite, though. You should know that by now.
[ He pauses then, just for a second, before he tips his mouth down once more, pressing a lazy kiss against the pulse under Nisaka's ear. ]
You better watch your hands, though. You pull my hair like that again and I'll be the one making you say thank you..
[ it's a pulse that jumps under his kiss and stutters in response to his words. just like that, nisaka is flooded with a heady kind of warmth, dangerous in how intoxicating it can be. rather quickly, he runs through what he can of their day in his head, trying to make sure there wouldn't be anything important they'll be missing if they were to get a little, ah. distracted.
not too subtly, his hand combs through kuroo's hair some more. and while he doesn't quite tug just yet, his fingers play with strands to tease that he can, and at any time he wanted. ]
Ah, [ he sounds, casually thoughtful. ] Then should I make you say "please"?
[ Kuroo's tongue comes out like a snake, licking at his own lips before he trails it up that skipping pulse under hot skin.. He loves watching how easily he can light Nisaka up like this, make his hands cling and his blood surge.. He moves back, eyes fiery, watching Nisaka's face for those telltale signs of his resolve crumbling.
He doesn't have a single drawback about wasting a day away were they to spend an hour or two rolling around in their bed.. He'd mentioned christening every room, after all, and this one is already furnished, already waiting for them. Might as well start as you mean to go on.. ]
You can try. I already told you didn't I, kitten? [ His voice has dipped, his smile gone sharp. ] I've never been good at being polite.
[ it's a smile that goes straight to nisaka's dick, and he hates how obviously his body shudders in response. they'd barely done anything, and his body already warms, tingly in anticipation. ]
Your twenties is as good a time as any to learn some manners, I guess...
[ his hand creeps up between their bodies, fingers lightly tracing the edge of kuroo's waistband.
hm. they should have probably spared a bit more time opening and setting up kenma's gift. ]
[ The physical reactions of Nisaka's body are always what turns Kuroo on the most, the quickest, the most severely.. Nisaka has always been a little coy, quick to deny and even quicker to shy away from Kuroo's wandering hands - he's gotten better in recent years of course, but his body has always been something he's been unable to deny. No matter how much he claims otherwise, turns away or bites his lip, he's never been able to stop the arch of his back, the buck of his hips, or the flush of his skin that blossoms under Kuroo's touch.. Every shudder is like the truth Nisaka denied, and even now he's stopped denying it the pleasure Kuroo gets from it has only increased.
His breath hitches too, though it always does around his boyfriend, and his lip pulls back between his teeth, hips curving up to encourage Nisaka's hand onward.
... Though he doesn't think it's going to be that easy. ]
when kuroo's hips arch forward, nisaka's fingers dance away, always staying just barely within reach, the patterns he traces along his boyfriend's skin featherlight, teasing. his nails are just long enough, too, that when he does draw his hand further down, lightly dragging the blunt edge of one against the seam of kuroo's jeans creates enough of a friction that kuroo would be able to feel the faint reverberations... but only just barely.
as much as nisaka's body betrays him, kuroo's hides even less. ]
[ Kuroo is already well on his way to half hard, has been since Nisaka spoke about making him say please, and the application of tidy nails dragging across the ridged fabric of his jeans creates such a sensation that Kuroo is almost made breathless by it... That and the fact that Nisaka is shying away from touching him. It reminds him of their first time, of Nisaka struggling with his own want battling against his fears, tentative but desperate for more of Kuroo. It sets every one of his nerves on fire. ]
Nisaka.. [ He says, like he's warning him of something, but his dignity isn't afraid of a little beating. ] C'mon. Please.
[ nisaka knows it's impossible, but he swears he could feel the heat emanating from kuroo's cock, though he's willing to bet it's just his own thirst projecting. his breathing has certainly grown shallower upon hearing kuroo's throaty plea, and though his own cock begins to strain against his underwear in response, he resolves to resist, willing to risk it all for more. ]
Please what...? [ perhaps he is a little drunk off the power, too,the way he can get this mountain of a man to bend to his will. he turns his head slightly, just enough that he can drag the flat of his tongue along the inside of kuroo's wrist, nestled right beside his head. ]
[ The flicker of Nisaka's tongue lapping at the round of his wrist assaults him so vividly with vibrant memories of all the times he's seen that little tongue flickering over the soft skin of his thighs or his cock or his fingers, that he almost stalls himself out of answering, eyes trained on its progress, tempted to chase-- ]
Ah.. Please.. [ He says again, breaths becoming heavier while his chin creeps closer to Nisaka's mouth, lips parted as though about to bite down on something. ] Touch me.
[ How he makes it sound both like a plea and a demand goes unsaid. Just one of his many talents, apparently. ]
[ there is a moment where nisaka just watches kuroo, considering. frankly, he isn't patient enough to wait either, but there's something about the tone in kuroo's voice that he doesn't like...
or rather — he likes it too much, and that's how he knows he's losing the upperhand here somehow.
he frowns faintly, leaning close again to close his teeth around that sensitive skin this time, biting just hard enough to leave little indents in his wake. ]
Be more specific, [ he commands. ] Tell me in detail.
[ He's so used to Nisaka giving in that the response kind of catches him off guard, enough so that when teeth bite down into his skin his mouth is already open and readily lets out a hot, wet gasp of pleasure. By now Nisaka should know how badly stuff like that turns Kuroo on, but this might be one of those rare times that it becomes evident that it's not just Kuroo sinking his proverbial claws into Nisaka that gets him going... but that it's effective the other way round too. ]
Nnn, that's not fair... [ He whines lowly, hissing slightly as he looks at his wrist and sees reddened teeth-marks in his skin, sees the petulant and insistent look in Nisaka's eyes.. He can tell what he's trying to do, and he really has no problem with it at all. It really shouldn't be as hot as Kuroo finds it, but the press of his jeans is now becoming a painful problem. ] I want you to unzip my pants and use your hands on me. Make me moan for you.
[ Damn it, he still sounds demanding. He's clearly not used to this. ]
[ clearly not. and truthfully, everything he's saying sends a jolt of electricity straight down to nisaka's groin, but it's still not exactly what he wants, and he's just stubborn enough to ignore the throbbing desire in his pants to push for more. ]
That doesn't really sound like begging, [ he hums, slowly trailing the inside of his leg up along kuroo's thigh, his hip. but he doesn't touch him any more than that. ]
Maybe I should touch myself first... Will that make you want it more?
[ The constant friction of Nisaka's leg against his thigh is almost as electric as the lap of his tongue against his wrist; it burns the same kind of fire deep inside his chest and stomach, makes his mouth water with how bad he craves that tumbling, fumbling heat as their pleasure builds together--
He loves it when Nisaka lays himself out and spreads himself open for him, but the tightness of his pants is so intense that he honestly doesn't think he's going to be able to wait that long without pouncing. ]
Nisaka.. [ He whines again, head starting to hang a little on his shoulders, eyebrows pulling together. ] ... Please. [ Ah, there it is, that high pitched voice that has everything else drop away. ] Touch me.. [ This must be what Nisaka is looking for, right? ]
[ it's not a sound he hears often — or rather, not one kuroo ever makes on purpose. deep in the throes of their passion is when it usually comes out, when the older man is too mindless to even notice.
it sounds sweet now, knowing it's deliberate, knowing he caused it. his lips fold into a soft smile, almost proud. with kuroo's head bowed, nisaka's hand creeps up to curl around that exposed part of his neck, where the hair is growing to be a little too long. he curls them around his fingers, tugs lightly. ]
Good, [ he soothes. his other hand travels low, curling around the large bulge straining against those jeans and squeezing — but only just enough. ] Good boy.
[ Kuroo's thighs actually shudder at that, though whether it's the fault of the contact at last or the words that fell from Nisaka's mouth, dirty praise said by such a vicious little mouth, remains unclear. Either way, Kuroo's steadfast core is definitely shaken by it, and he whines with some combination of a desperate plea for more and frustration at how almost perfect the squeeze is. ]
Please, Nisaka.. [ He whimpers again, because now he's started he apparently can't bring himself to stop. ] More. I need you.. [ He dips his head, lips grazing his boyfriends cheek, dipping down his jaw and across his ear. ] You make me feel so good, I want it so bad..
[ frankly, it's incredibly unfair that even with the cards in his favor, kuroo can still so very easily render him speechless by just a hot breath against his ear. he shivers too, just barely muffling a whimper behind a bitten lower lip. he tries not to seem too eager, but there's a definite haste in both his hands suddenly working at the fastening of the other's jeans, the room quiet save for their heavy breathing and the pull of a zipper.
at that point nisaka need only slip a hand beneath the waistband of kuroo's underwear, and soon his palm burns against the heat of a throbbing cock, already so swollen it hardly needs prompting before popping out from its confines completely. slender fingers curl around his girth, pumping loosely a few times before nisaka chokes out: ]
Get on your back.
[ touching him, but not being able to see all of him is just pure torture. ]
[ Kuroo rolls his lip between his teeth, scraping at it like the pain will distract him from allowing the moan bubbling up in his throat to tear raw from his throat... It doesn't, and he moans loud and freely, breath heavy with relief as cold air against his aching hard on and Nisaka's soft hands do their level best to drive him slowly mad.
It might have been a choked command, but it sends a ripple of electricity down Kuroo's body that makes his hips buck, his legs almost giving way beneath him as the weight of it makes him feel weak. Needless to say he rolls over like an obedient dog, eagerness evident in how quickly he moves, and the searching look he gives Nisaka once he's settled.. like he's waiting for his next instruction. ]
[ he follows along with the movement, although he is not nearly as graceful. too eager, too hungry, he half-stumbles over kuroo's long limbs in an attempt to get onto his knees. he happens to meet the other's eyes just as they both settle, and for a moment nisaka just basks in it. this waiting, this yearning... he drinks it in and lets it envelope him...
until the pulse within his own jeans becomes too insistent to ignore. ]
Take off your shirt, [ he commands next. his hands are already reaching for the waistband of those undone jeans, tugging roughly, peeling them off of muscled thighs and down onto his ankles so he can kick them off. despite his eagerness to see the other in all his naked glory, he'd left the underwear on. it's an afterthought he doesn't regret, treated to the tantalizing sight of his boyfriend's dick straining against the thin material of his underwear. he forgets in that instance anything he had previously planned to do, overcome instead by the urge to lean over and press his lips over the tallest part of that bulge, breathing hot and wet through cotton. ]
[ Like a whip-crack Kuroo is wrestling himself out of the over shirt and t-shirt he'd so carefully dressed himself in this morning so that he looked nice for the unveiling of their home, and tosses them aside like they mean absolutely nothing because... well, when he's under the intense gaze of Nisaka's attention, there's little to him that does matter besides the small space between them.
He kicks his jeans away too, expectant for all of a few moments that soon his underwear will follow and then those soft but dangerous hands will be wrapping around his cock and-- but then.. oh god. ] Oh god.
[ Did that just come from his mouth? ]
Oh my god...! [ It's such a slight touch, such a simple thing in the grand scheme of all Nisaka can do and has done to him, but right now.. Nisaka has told him what to do, has graced him with heat and sensation against somewhere physically aching for him, and the experience makes him shudder, hands sliding down to slip almost automatically into the soft trails of his hair. ]
[ truth be told, he wasn't sure how well such a gesture would go over. given both their impatience, he wouldn't have been surprised if kuroo would have protested, insisted on more contact or friction. instead he gets the lovely sound of kuroo's surprise, made thick by his rising arousal. nisaka watches him from where he rests, remaining closeby to continue mouthing over the shape of him. kuroo's underwear will be a sopping mess by the end of this, but neither boy seem to care in the moment. nisaka himself is focused far too much on the hands in his hair, urging him on. ]
Mm, Kuroo... You sound so good...
[ he can hear the thickness in his own voice, a soft rumbling that he's sure kuroo can feel. feeling emboldened, he opens his mouth a little wider, but rather than purse his lips over the shape of his boyfriend's cock, he draws the edges of his teeth against it instead — lightly of course, but hard enough to be a definite presence, much like his fingernail had been along the fabric of his jeans earlier. ]
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I don't need it to. [ Kuroo turns his head just a little so that he can press another kiss against the pad of Nisaka's finger. ] I'm right where I want to be.
[ His free hand trails up, running patterns across Nisaka's pale stomach - wide loops, swirls, soft pawing motions with all four fingers.. He wants to follow with his mouth, right up to Nisaka's collar bones and his jaw and then his mouth, but looking at him under him like this is so appealing that he's genuinely quite torn between what he wants more... ]
Sometimes I still can't believe this is real.. that you're real. Sometimes I manage to convince myself this has all been some elaborate hallucination and I'll wake up one morning and it'll have all been a dream. [ Fingers pass over the base of his ribs, pressing in just a little before slipping down to pet at his sides. His eyes are downcast, watching the progress of his hands on his boyfriend, and his voice is low pitched and slow, similar to how it gets when he's sleepy and honest. ] That's why I can never stop looking at you.. I can't stop thinking about how lucky I am.
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You did this, you know. [ voice soft but honest, eyes wide so that his boyfriend can see every fleck of truth and sincerity in them. ] All of this is because of you. Because you never gave up on me, on us. Because you taught me how to do the same.
That's why... please never stop looking at me.
[ he leans in, gently pressing a kiss to the corner of kuroo's lips. ]
I want you to see all the good you've done.
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When he finishes speaking, its all Kuroo can do to press forward, to get his hands up onto Nisaka's shoulders to push him back, get closer and closer still, to crawl under his clothes, his skin and stay there basking in how this man makes him feel... how small, how delicate, and yet how unbeatable and brave.. When Nisaka's back hits the bed again Kuroo kind of curls up against him, tangling their legs together right to their ankles and toes, tucking his head in next to his, nose against the hair in front of his ear, lips brushing the shell. ]
You're the one who did it. You were brave enough to listen to me, really listen to me, instead of just chalking me up to be the idiot I act like. [ Thank you, his tone says, desperately. Thank you. ] I'm glad you didn't give up either.
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one hand crawls up to curl around thick tufts of dark hair at kuroo's crown, lightly tugging. ]
You are an idiot, [ he murmurs, but not unkindly. ] Most people just say "thank you" when they're given a compliment, you know...
[ he smiles faintly, turning to lightly bop his nose against his boyfriend's. ]
You're my idiot, though.
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Yeah, I am. All yours. [ Kuroo leans forward to kiss that smile, then turns his chin up to kiss his nose. ] I've never been good at being polite, though. You should know that by now.
[ He pauses then, just for a second, before he tips his mouth down once more, pressing a lazy kiss against the pulse under Nisaka's ear. ]
You better watch your hands, though. You pull my hair like that again and I'll be the one making you say thank you..
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He doesn't have a single drawback about wasting a day away were they to spend an hour or two rolling around in their bed.. He'd mentioned christening every room, after all, and this one is already furnished, already waiting for them. Might as well start as you mean to go on.. ]
You can try. I already told you didn't I, kitten? [ His voice has dipped, his smile gone sharp. ] I've never been good at being polite.
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Your twenties is as good a time as any to learn some manners, I guess...
[ his hand creeps up between their bodies, fingers lightly tracing the edge of kuroo's waistband.
hm. they should have probably spared a bit more time opening and setting up kenma's gift. ]
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[ The physical reactions of Nisaka's body are always what turns Kuroo on the most, the quickest, the most severely.. Nisaka has always been a little coy, quick to deny and even quicker to shy away from Kuroo's wandering hands - he's gotten better in recent years of course, but his body has always been something he's been unable to deny. No matter how much he claims otherwise, turns away or bites his lip, he's never been able to stop the arch of his back, the buck of his hips, or the flush of his skin that blossoms under Kuroo's touch.. Every shudder is like the truth Nisaka denied, and even now he's stopped denying it the pleasure Kuroo gets from it has only increased.
His breath hitches too, though it always does around his boyfriend, and his lip pulls back between his teeth, hips curving up to encourage Nisaka's hand onward.
... Though he doesn't think it's going to be that easy. ]
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when kuroo's hips arch forward, nisaka's fingers dance away, always staying just barely within reach, the patterns he traces along his boyfriend's skin featherlight, teasing. his nails are just long enough, too, that when he does draw his hand further down, lightly dragging the blunt edge of one against the seam of kuroo's jeans creates enough of a friction that kuroo would be able to feel the faint reverberations... but only just barely.
as much as nisaka's body betrays him, kuroo's hides even less. ]
Beg for it.
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Nisaka.. [ He says, like he's warning him of something, but his dignity isn't afraid of a little beating. ] C'mon. Please.
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Please what...? [ perhaps he is a little drunk off the power, too,the way he can get this mountain of a man to bend to his will. he turns his head slightly, just enough that he can drag the flat of his tongue along the inside of kuroo's wrist, nestled right beside his head. ]
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Ah.. Please.. [ He says again, breaths becoming heavier while his chin creeps closer to Nisaka's mouth, lips parted as though about to bite down on something. ] Touch me.
[ How he makes it sound both like a plea and a demand goes unsaid. Just one of his many talents, apparently. ]
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or rather — he likes it too much, and that's how he knows he's losing the upperhand here somehow.
he frowns faintly, leaning close again to close his teeth around that sensitive skin this time, biting just hard enough to leave little indents in his wake. ]
Be more specific, [ he commands. ] Tell me in detail.
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Nnn, that's not fair... [ He whines lowly, hissing slightly as he looks at his wrist and sees reddened teeth-marks in his skin, sees the petulant and insistent look in Nisaka's eyes.. He can tell what he's trying to do, and he really has no problem with it at all. It really shouldn't be as hot as Kuroo finds it, but the press of his jeans is now becoming a painful problem. ] I want you to unzip my pants and use your hands on me. Make me moan for you.
[ Damn it, he still sounds demanding. He's clearly not used to this. ]
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That doesn't really sound like begging, [ he hums, slowly trailing the inside of his leg up along kuroo's thigh, his hip. but he doesn't touch him any more than that. ]
Maybe I should touch myself first... Will that make you want it more?
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He loves it when Nisaka lays himself out and spreads himself open for him, but the tightness of his pants is so intense that he honestly doesn't think he's going to be able to wait that long without pouncing. ]
Nisaka.. [ He whines again, head starting to hang a little on his shoulders, eyebrows pulling together. ] ... Please. [ Ah, there it is, that high pitched voice that has everything else drop away. ] Touch me.. [ This must be what Nisaka is looking for, right? ]
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it sounds sweet now, knowing it's deliberate, knowing he caused it. his lips fold into a soft smile, almost proud. with kuroo's head bowed, nisaka's hand creeps up to curl around that exposed part of his neck, where the hair is growing to be a little too long. he curls them around his fingers, tugs lightly. ]
Good, [ he soothes. his other hand travels low, curling around the large bulge straining against those jeans and squeezing — but only just enough. ] Good boy.
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Please, Nisaka.. [ He whimpers again, because now he's started he apparently can't bring himself to stop. ] More. I need you.. [ He dips his head, lips grazing his boyfriends cheek, dipping down his jaw and across his ear. ] You make me feel so good, I want it so bad..
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at that point nisaka need only slip a hand beneath the waistband of kuroo's underwear, and soon his palm burns against the heat of a throbbing cock, already so swollen it hardly needs prompting before popping out from its confines completely. slender fingers curl around his girth, pumping loosely a few times before nisaka chokes out: ]
Get on your back.
[ touching him, but not being able to see all of him is just pure torture. ]
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It might have been a choked command, but it sends a ripple of electricity down Kuroo's body that makes his hips buck, his legs almost giving way beneath him as the weight of it makes him feel weak. Needless to say he rolls over like an obedient dog, eagerness evident in how quickly he moves, and the searching look he gives Nisaka once he's settled.. like he's waiting for his next instruction. ]
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until the pulse within his own jeans becomes too insistent to ignore. ]
Take off your shirt, [ he commands next. his hands are already reaching for the waistband of those undone jeans, tugging roughly, peeling them off of muscled thighs and down onto his ankles so he can kick them off. despite his eagerness to see the other in all his naked glory, he'd left the underwear on. it's an afterthought he doesn't regret, treated to the tantalizing sight of his boyfriend's dick straining against the thin material of his underwear. he forgets in that instance anything he had previously planned to do, overcome instead by the urge to lean over and press his lips over the tallest part of that bulge, breathing hot and wet through cotton. ]
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He kicks his jeans away too, expectant for all of a few moments that soon his underwear will follow and then those soft but dangerous hands will be wrapping around his cock and-- but then.. oh god. ] Oh god.
[ Did that just come from his mouth? ]
Oh my god...! [ It's such a slight touch, such a simple thing in the grand scheme of all Nisaka can do and has done to him, but right now.. Nisaka has told him what to do, has graced him with heat and sensation against somewhere physically aching for him, and the experience makes him shudder, hands sliding down to slip almost automatically into the soft trails of his hair. ]
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Mm, Kuroo... You sound so good...
[ he can hear the thickness in his own voice, a soft rumbling that he's sure kuroo can feel. feeling emboldened, he opens his mouth a little wider, but rather than purse his lips over the shape of his boyfriend's cock, he draws the edges of his teeth against it instead — lightly of course, but hard enough to be a definite presence, much like his fingernail had been along the fabric of his jeans earlier. ]
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