[ 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.
[ the teasing in that grin makes the healthy flush on his cheeks darken in a strange mixture of embarrassment and defiance. he stiffens slightly (both in spine, and in dick), ducking his head as if to shy further away, but the pout in his tone seems stubborn. ]
That was different... People weren't as likely to try walking into those things.
[ slowly, his hands slip down the broad slope of his boyfriend's shoulders, fingers absently skirting over every contour and dip. re-memorizing the shape of him. ]
They'll soon walk back out again once they hear you screaming...
[ Kuroo reasons, finally getting the zipper all the way down and sliding his fingers beneath that and the fabric of Nisaka's underwear to press up insistently against hot skin. He squeezes and massages with his fingers to encourage his half hard cock back into full attention, eyes never once leaving that flushed and sullen face. ]
I'll stop if I hear the door open. I'll lean over your lap, keep your dignity intact, but I'm not sucking you off over a toilet bowl. I have some class.
[ He gets his fingers around Nisaka's base, squeezing and twisting as if doing so will encourage the other into agreeing to his terms, tempting him to give in. ]
The longer we sit here and talk about it, the more chance there is that someone will come in...
I only scream when you fuck me, [ the shorter man is quick to correct, as if this were some point of pride. in his defense, kuroo gives great head, so the fact he manages to contain himself even that much is worth noting.
still, there's no denying how turned on he is, despite all his griping. kuroo barely needs to touch him for more than a few seconds before he's back to full hardness, and gripping desperately at his shirt sleeves.
his eyes keep flicking between kuroo and the door, bottom lip drawn in as he readies himself to make another risky mistake. ]
[ Even now, as far down the line of their relationship as they are, Nisaka's pretty little mouth saying dirty words like fuck me still makes a molten heat drop low in Kuroo's stomach, setting his blood alight as his libido surges, making him helpless to resist touching and tasting more of him... Kuroo might appear to be a driving force in most of their escapades and many areas of their relationship, but Nisaka really does have more control over him than even he knows.
He moves aside the fabric of Nisaka's underwear and pants with one hand, while his eyes flick up to the mirror above the sink that helpfully supplies him with a view of the door behind them, and is large enough that he'll still probably be able to see even when he's on his knees. It's strange having his boyfriend look so almost dressed in the face of what he's about to do - since normally he'll do all he can to get his hands and mouth and eyes on as much of Nisaka's pale, naked skin as he can... but he supposes that these circumstances require just a few more safety precautions. He kneels down, his height as useful as ever in that he can perfectly lean into Nisaka's lap with his head, and has enough room to comfortably get his hands on those delicate hip bones he loves to touch so much.. ]
Mmm, fair point. [ But it sounds like a challenge. ] Though it depends how long I keep you from coming..
[ He practically purrs before he opens his mouth and runs the flat of his tongue in a painfully slow, hot swipe up the slick, reaching length of Nisaka's cock. ]
[ nisaka can feel the cool press of the sink even through his jeans, so they practically burn into his palms when he suddenly leans back, attempting to steady himself. seeing kuroo lower down to his knees is always such an intoxicating sight, and not for the first time nisaka indulges in the fact he's positioned a little higher than the other. threading his fingers through thick hair, careful not to disturb the meticulous styling of it too much... it's unintentional, but his boyfriend's teasing only has that hold tightening in response, teeth grit where he tries to keep his sounds quiet. ]
That requires time we don't have, [ he stresses, meaning to hiss but it only comes out as a whine in his ears. his hips arch, and simultaneously the hold around kuroo's hair tugs him ever closer. truly, it had been his folly — he should have known better than to pose a challenge like that in the heat of the moment, however indirectly it might have been. ]
I already said please. [ he gasps, cock twitching as its teased. ] What more do you want..?
I want... [ Kuroo hums, trailing off as he presses a slow line of chaste kisses from Nisaka's base right up to his head, the last one finishing with a sliver of his tongue running a devastatingly quick circle around his leaking tip. With a hand he holds his boyfriends cock upright, turning his head almost as if to nuzzle it. ]
I want to turn you on so much that you forget to be worried about whether or not anyone is going to walk through that door. [ He says, eyes suddenly full of heat, voice low and teetering on the edge between sultry and dangerous. ] I want you to focus on me, nothing but me, and how good I make you feel.
[ And then he opens his mouth and sinks down his boyfriend until he bumps the back of his throat-- and then he keeps going, till his nose is against his tummy and his throat squeezes him as he swallows. ]
[ by now, his boyfriend's greediness when it comes to his attention is nothing new to nisaka. it had been an alarming thing to experience at first, after spending so much of his life being used to blending into the shadows, attempting to avoid attention himself; kuroo's need for his own had confused him, and he had a difficult time adjusting to the idea that someone would care for his thoughts and opinions and affections so much. but over a year later, now he's come to bask in it, to let that need reach deep down into him and curl around his heart.
it makes him moan now, a sound that only echoes in the small room. he thinks to worry about it, about how loud he's being, but only for a moment. a moment later he's tugging at thick strands of hair, arching his hips towards the depths of kuroo's throat until one of them can't take it. ]
K-Kuroo, [ he chokes out, the sound tapering off into a sharp whimper. he's helpless to the way his hips buck under the larger man's hands, how quickly his feels his insides churn and burn again towards his peak. ]
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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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That was different... People weren't as likely to try walking into those things.
[ slowly, his hands slip down the broad slope of his boyfriend's shoulders, fingers absently skirting over every contour and dip. re-memorizing the shape of him. ]
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[ Kuroo reasons, finally getting the zipper all the way down and sliding his fingers beneath that and the fabric of Nisaka's underwear to press up insistently against hot skin. He squeezes and massages with his fingers to encourage his half hard cock back into full attention, eyes never once leaving that flushed and sullen face. ]
I'll stop if I hear the door open. I'll lean over your lap, keep your dignity intact, but I'm not sucking you off over a toilet bowl. I have some class.
[ He gets his fingers around Nisaka's base, squeezing and twisting as if doing so will encourage the other into agreeing to his terms, tempting him to give in. ]
The longer we sit here and talk about it, the more chance there is that someone will come in...
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still, there's no denying how turned on he is, despite all his griping. kuroo barely needs to touch him for more than a few seconds before he's back to full hardness, and gripping desperately at his shirt sleeves.
his eyes keep flicking between kuroo and the door, bottom lip drawn in as he readies himself to make another risky mistake. ]
Just — hurry then. Do it, please—
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He moves aside the fabric of Nisaka's underwear and pants with one hand, while his eyes flick up to the mirror above the sink that helpfully supplies him with a view of the door behind them, and is large enough that he'll still probably be able to see even when he's on his knees. It's strange having his boyfriend look so almost dressed in the face of what he's about to do - since normally he'll do all he can to get his hands and mouth and eyes on as much of Nisaka's pale, naked skin as he can... but he supposes that these circumstances require just a few more safety precautions. He kneels down, his height as useful as ever in that he can perfectly lean into Nisaka's lap with his head, and has enough room to comfortably get his hands on those delicate hip bones he loves to touch so much.. ]
Mmm, fair point. [ But it sounds like a challenge. ] Though it depends how long I keep you from coming..
[ He practically purrs before he opens his mouth and runs the flat of his tongue in a painfully slow, hot swipe up the slick, reaching length of Nisaka's cock. ]
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That requires time we don't have, [ he stresses, meaning to hiss but it only comes out as a whine in his ears. his hips arch, and simultaneously the hold around kuroo's hair tugs him ever closer. truly, it had been his folly — he should have known better than to pose a challenge like that in the heat of the moment, however indirectly it might have been. ]
I already said please. [ he gasps, cock twitching as its teased. ] What more do you want..?
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I want to turn you on so much that you forget to be worried about whether or not anyone is going to walk through that door. [ He says, eyes suddenly full of heat, voice low and teetering on the edge between sultry and dangerous. ] I want you to focus on me, nothing but me, and how good I make you feel.
[ And then he opens his mouth and sinks down his boyfriend until he bumps the back of his throat-- and then he keeps going, till his nose is against his tummy and his throat squeezes him as he swallows. ]
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it makes him moan now, a sound that only echoes in the small room. he thinks to worry about it, about how loud he's being, but only for a moment. a moment later he's tugging at thick strands of hair, arching his hips towards the depths of kuroo's throat until one of them can't take it. ]
K-Kuroo, [ he chokes out, the sound tapering off into a sharp whimper. he's helpless to the way his hips buck under the larger man's hands, how quickly his feels his insides churn and burn again towards his peak. ]
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