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. ]
[ Kuroo's mouth hangs open, eyes struggling to keep open enough to maintain eye contact, because it feels so good that all he wants to do is let his head fall back, his eyes close, give in entirely to how Nisaka is making him feel... but he has to hold on, just a little longer...
The feeling of his teeth and his low murmur, though, puts a halt in Kuroo's resistance as his stomach tightens at the same time his fists do, dragging tight into Nisaka's hair like he's not sure if he wants to pull him closer or push him away more. The feeling is so intense and yet not nearly enough that it's maddening. ]
Nisaka.. You feel amazing. Please. [ He relaxes, slides his fingers through to his scalp, thumbs tracing almost tenderly across his forehead. ] Yuusuke.. Please.
[ nisaka isn't sure what does him in more: the tender touch to his forehead, or the sound of his given name falling so desperately from the other's lips. perhaps it's the combination of both that has him shuddering so viscerally, a fully-body quake that gets him moaning around the very heat of him.
he draws away a moment later, reaching nimble fingers around a waistband, tugging hard to expose him. kuroo's desire practically springs forth, standing tall and proud in his arousal, and nisaka actually licks his lips at the sight of him. reaching a hand he curls it around the base as if to claim for himself, letting the feel of that hard heat melt into his palm before leaning in further.
too impatient, he doesn't bother with any further preamble. his lips slip over and past the head of his cock without warning, sinking further still to take in as much of him as he can. the heavy weight against his tongue is a welcome one, making him moan in quiet victory — a kitten getting its cream. ]
[ The hiss that leaves Kuroo's chest as his spine rolls into the hot heat of Nisaka's mouth is like air leaving a tire, his chest rising and then falling, then leaving him shuddering under the heavy control of that precise hand and mouth locked around him.
He'd thought about this while making the bed that morning-- well, not this exactly.. He of course keeps fantasies about Nisaka pushing him down and telling him exactly what he's going to do to him without letting him sleaze his way into getting what he wants so easily, but they're pushed to the outskirts of his thoughts, kept in a hiding place to emerge when he's particularly lonely or in the mood... But he had thought about he and Nisaka on this bed, particularly of him pressing Nisaka's face down into the pillows, his ass up in the air, surrounding him from behind so he can muffle his moans into this mattress instead of his own back at home.
He's not complaining, though. Definitely not. In fact it's the complete opposite, as his mouth falls open in a hot gasp of air as Nisaka's moan sends another reverberation of pleasure down his length, and the hand that had been so sweetly petting his forehead tenses and tugs at his hair. ]
[ it isn't a typical occurrence that sees nisaka with he dominant hand during their intimacy. not for any sort of relationship imbalance, but it is simply how it goes most times — their usual personalities shining through even in the bedroom. though infrequent, they're not exactly rare, and nisaka himself often delights in the opportunity to reduce his boyfriend to a writhing mess. indeed these moments are made all the more pleasurable because they are so infrequent, and while that really should make for a better incentive to maintain the role reversal...
there are times nisaka himself cannot take it, and his own selfishness wins out.
case in point, this moment: where the need to feel his boyfriend all around him, inside grows too heady and desperate. he whimpers sharply around kuroo's thick girth, shifting so he straddles one of the man's thighs. shameless, he rocks his hips down against the limb, chasing a friction to relieve the throbbing need in his pants. the hand he's got at kuroo's base tightens desperately, twisting just as the tip of him nudges along his throat. ]
[ Their relationship really is a well oiled machine. Though both of them can be messy and make mistakes, together they ebb and flow like blood through veins, perfectly timed and with just the right amount of pressure and intensity for any given situation. It's been a long time coming, building themselves up and softening their edges enough so that they fit together as perfectly as they do now, but when Kuroo looks down at Nisaka's hand latched around him and his head confidently moving further and further down his length, he thanks whatever diety is watching over them that it gave them the strength to persevere. Not only does he have an amazing boyfriend who makes him happier than even his favourite sport makes him, but he's also got one hell of a talented mouth.
Oh, fuck. And his boyfriend is apparently full of surprises that, even now, leave Kuroo's libido reeling. Nisaka's hips are probably Kuroo's favourite part of him, seconded by the angle of his spine, then his legs-- the list goes on. But when Nisaka shifts his hips and straddles Kuroo's leg, Kuroo is surprised by just how much it turns him on. So when he starts grinding shamelessly up against the leg between his, Kuroo almost whites out right there. His hand tightens in Nisaka's hair, his previous submissiveness forgotten as he watches Nisaka's body writhe against his. ]
That's it, kitten, just like that-- [ He encourages, urged onwards by the hot feeling of his cock bumping the back of Nisaka's throat as he shifts his leg upward under his boyfriend, meeting each of his grinds. ] Make yourself feel good.
[ he isn't quite sure how they got to this. how he came to realize this part of himself. for a long time, nisaka had been convinced he would never have this kind of life, this kind of love, and admittedly there are still days, even now, when he will wake up convinced the last year or so had just been a wild fever dream thought up by a desperate and lonely heart.
but it is only a dream in the sense that it is far more than he thinks he deserves, but in every other ways it is as real as kuroo himself. as real as the hand in his hair, the voice in his ear, the cock in his mouth pulsing encouragingly against his tongue. he moans, too turned on to be shy about what a wanton image he must be painting. he's sucking his boyfriend off on their new bed, in their new home, after all the trials and tribulations they put themselves through, and if that isn't reason enough to throw inhibitions to the wind, he doesn't know what is.
his lips slide off kuroo's cock with a loud pop! but his hand is quick to double its efforts in stroking as he pauses for a breath and a request. ]
How many times can you last? [ count on nisaka to be blunt even in the throes of passion tbh ] I want you in me too...
[ That low question steals his breath away and Kuroo watches as Nisaka's swollen and stained lips, glistening with his efforts, hang slightly open like they're some decadent treat hidden behind a pane of glass.. He wants exactly what Nisaka is describing, badly, and the way he blindly nods should make that clear enough. ]
All I need to do is look at you and I'm ready to go again.
[ It sounds cheesy but he's not grinning or waggling his eyebrows; he's looking at his boyfriend straight faced and honest. Then he's moving, reluctantly releasing Nisaka's hair so he can slide the fingertips of both hands down Nisaka's body, catching on the band of his pants and dipping a little lower. It feels good to have Nisaka's mouth on him, his hand around him like he owns him, but he can forego his selfishness for Nisaka's sake in situations like these. ]
Let me take these off, huh? [ A small smile. ] Before we go any further. I want you to feel good too.
[ it's cheesy, but it's kuroo, and nisaka can just tell from his look and his tone that he means every word of it. his lips press firm, swallowing roughly around the sudden embarrassment that blossoms in his chest. it's the same sort of embarrassment he gets at every compliment, and apparently it hardly matters how far into their passions they might be, he'd still feel just as flustered. ]
That's never a question...
[ like some kind of magician, his boyfriend always knows how to make him feel good. both inside and out.
when kuroo sits up, he follows without thinking of it. now it's his turn to nod blindly, leaning towards the man's lips like gravity. he keeps one hand wrapped firm around kuroo at the base, his anchor, the other creeping up behind his boyfriend's neck to hold him close as he works to deepen that kiss. vaguely, he's aware of tugging at his jeans, but he doesn't know much else more than that. ]
[ Kissing Nisaka is something Kuroo is certain he could do for hours; the push of their lips and brush of their tongues is addictive, like getting drunk. Kuroo doesn't need to pull away for breath, instead he drags gasps of air in between their lips, mingling hot breaths with Nisaka's and letting every moment of it add to how badly he wants this, him, and how good it feels. His hand keeps moving down, finding fastenings and pushing fabric down and away with practised ease. He'd enjoyed Nisaka teasing him, being firm with him, had definitely secured the demanding tone his voice had taken on in his memories for later consideration, but there comes a certain point where Kuroo can't resist, and almost like he wants to reward Nisaka for his efforts because even though they hadn't lasted all that long they'd made Kuroo feel impossibly good and now he just wants to return the favor.
When Nisaka moves against him once more Kuroo digs both hands into his hipbones to drag him closer, up into Kuroo's lap and only stopping when Nisaka's reaching cock bumps up against his. There's things he wants, to get his mouth on Nisaka's chest, thighs, to run it down the join between his body and legs, to swallow his cock down his throat and fuck him open with his tongue.. but the friction of their bare skin sliding together is like a match on sandpaper, and Kuroo's fingers dig in as he bucks his hips up beneath him to feel his weight, to grind up against his boyfriend. It rattles a breath from him that in turn pushes against Nisaka's lips, so Kuroo gives in to temptation and bites his lower one, tipping his head backward so it scrapes against his teeth before releasing. ]
I want you to ride me like this. [ He wants to take him standing up too, so his thighs shake knowing he'd fall face first onto the bed if he didn't have Kuroo holding him up.. or maybe pressed up against the glass of the large window downstairs, but.. Those things can wait. They have the rest of their lives here, after all. ]
[ already nisaka's lips feel raw from their endeavors, so that when teeth finally bite down on the sensitive flesh the sound he makes is more syllable than air, low and whining. his cock twitches in response to the gesture, precome already leaking eagerly with each pull and push of kuroo's body against his. he almost doesn't hear his boyfriend's request; he has to blink back the haze in his eyes, his mind, register how the words aren't that much of a question... but rather more a statement. a command.
his hands land on kuroo's shoulder, pushing the other back just enough to break apart their lips. it would be so easy to give in, and god knows his body craves it... but he refuses to concede so quickly. there is time enough to do all that they'd like. ]
No.
[ a swallow, and carefully (regretfully) he begins to draw his hips away. ]
Not yet...
[ his body aches to be taken, to feel his boyfriend pushing into him, filling him while his larger body hovers from behind, or trembles beneath his thighs—
but not now, not now. he's wiggling himself down into the space between kuroo's legs, getting back onto his knees. the hem of his shirt slips down as he settles low, pooling along his ribs to expose his lower back and beyond. his hand finds home around kuroo's cock once more, wet tongue returning to lick a long line along the length of him.
glancing up, he meets kuroo's eyes just as his lips pause over the very tip of him. when he speaks, it's more air than sound, a heated puff of a command: ]
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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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The feeling of his teeth and his low murmur, though, puts a halt in Kuroo's resistance as his stomach tightens at the same time his fists do, dragging tight into Nisaka's hair like he's not sure if he wants to pull him closer or push him away more. The feeling is so intense and yet not nearly enough that it's maddening. ]
Nisaka.. You feel amazing. Please. [ He relaxes, slides his fingers through to his scalp, thumbs tracing almost tenderly across his forehead. ] Yuusuke.. Please.
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he draws away a moment later, reaching nimble fingers around a waistband, tugging hard to expose him. kuroo's desire practically springs forth, standing tall and proud in his arousal, and nisaka actually licks his lips at the sight of him. reaching a hand he curls it around the base as if to claim for himself, letting the feel of that hard heat melt into his palm before leaning in further.
too impatient, he doesn't bother with any further preamble. his lips slip over and past the head of his cock without warning, sinking further still to take in as much of him as he can. the heavy weight against his tongue is a welcome one, making him moan in quiet victory — a kitten getting its cream. ]
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He'd thought about this while making the bed that morning-- well, not this exactly.. He of course keeps fantasies about Nisaka pushing him down and telling him exactly what he's going to do to him without letting him sleaze his way into getting what he wants so easily, but they're pushed to the outskirts of his thoughts, kept in a hiding place to emerge when he's particularly lonely or in the mood... But he had thought about he and Nisaka on this bed, particularly of him pressing Nisaka's face down into the pillows, his ass up in the air, surrounding him from behind so he can muffle his moans into this mattress instead of his own back at home.
He's not complaining, though. Definitely not. In fact it's the complete opposite, as his mouth falls open in a hot gasp of air as Nisaka's moan sends another reverberation of pleasure down his length, and the hand that had been so sweetly petting his forehead tenses and tugs at his hair. ]
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there are times nisaka himself cannot take it, and his own selfishness wins out.
case in point, this moment: where the need to feel his boyfriend all around him, inside grows too heady and desperate. he whimpers sharply around kuroo's thick girth, shifting so he straddles one of the man's thighs. shameless, he rocks his hips down against the limb, chasing a friction to relieve the throbbing need in his pants. the hand he's got at kuroo's base tightens desperately, twisting just as the tip of him nudges along his throat. ]
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Oh, fuck. And his boyfriend is apparently full of surprises that, even now, leave Kuroo's libido reeling. Nisaka's hips are probably Kuroo's favourite part of him, seconded by the angle of his spine, then his legs-- the list goes on. But when Nisaka shifts his hips and straddles Kuroo's leg, Kuroo is surprised by just how much it turns him on. So when he starts grinding shamelessly up against the leg between his, Kuroo almost whites out right there. His hand tightens in Nisaka's hair, his previous submissiveness forgotten as he watches Nisaka's body writhe against his. ]
That's it, kitten, just like that-- [ He encourages, urged onwards by the hot feeling of his cock bumping the back of Nisaka's throat as he shifts his leg upward under his boyfriend, meeting each of his grinds. ] Make yourself feel good.
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but it is only a dream in the sense that it is far more than he thinks he deserves, but in every other ways it is as real as kuroo himself. as real as the hand in his hair, the voice in his ear, the cock in his mouth pulsing encouragingly against his tongue. he moans, too turned on to be shy about what a wanton image he must be painting. he's sucking his boyfriend off on their new bed, in their new home, after all the trials and tribulations they put themselves through, and if that isn't reason enough to throw inhibitions to the wind, he doesn't know what is.
his lips slide off kuroo's cock with a loud pop! but his hand is quick to double its efforts in stroking as he pauses for a breath and a request. ]
How many times can you last? [ count on nisaka to be blunt even in the throes of passion tbh ] I want you in me too...
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All I need to do is look at you and I'm ready to go again.
[ It sounds cheesy but he's not grinning or waggling his eyebrows; he's looking at his boyfriend straight faced and honest. Then he's moving, reluctantly releasing Nisaka's hair so he can slide the fingertips of both hands down Nisaka's body, catching on the band of his pants and dipping a little lower. It feels good to have Nisaka's mouth on him, his hand around him like he owns him, but he can forego his selfishness for Nisaka's sake in situations like these. ]
Let me take these off, huh? [ A small smile. ] Before we go any further. I want you to feel good too.
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That's never a question...
[ like some kind of magician, his boyfriend always knows how to make him feel good. both inside and out.
when kuroo sits up, he follows without thinking of it. now it's his turn to nod blindly, leaning towards the man's lips like gravity. he keeps one hand wrapped firm around kuroo at the base, his anchor, the other creeping up behind his boyfriend's neck to hold him close as he works to deepen that kiss. vaguely, he's aware of tugging at his jeans, but he doesn't know much else more than that. ]
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When Nisaka moves against him once more Kuroo digs both hands into his hipbones to drag him closer, up into Kuroo's lap and only stopping when Nisaka's reaching cock bumps up against his. There's things he wants, to get his mouth on Nisaka's chest, thighs, to run it down the join between his body and legs, to swallow his cock down his throat and fuck him open with his tongue.. but the friction of their bare skin sliding together is like a match on sandpaper, and Kuroo's fingers dig in as he bucks his hips up beneath him to feel his weight, to grind up against his boyfriend. It rattles a breath from him that in turn pushes against Nisaka's lips, so Kuroo gives in to temptation and bites his lower one, tipping his head backward so it scrapes against his teeth before releasing. ]
I want you to ride me like this. [ He wants to take him standing up too, so his thighs shake knowing he'd fall face first onto the bed if he didn't have Kuroo holding him up.. or maybe pressed up against the glass of the large window downstairs, but.. Those things can wait. They have the rest of their lives here, after all. ]
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his hands land on kuroo's shoulder, pushing the other back just enough to break apart their lips. it would be so easy to give in, and god knows his body craves it... but he refuses to concede so quickly. there is time enough to do all that they'd like. ]
No.
[ a swallow, and carefully (regretfully) he begins to draw his hips away. ]
Not yet...
[ his body aches to be taken, to feel his boyfriend pushing into him, filling him while his larger body hovers from behind, or trembles beneath his thighs—
but not now, not now. he's wiggling himself down into the space between kuroo's legs, getting back onto his knees. the hem of his shirt slips down as he settles low, pooling along his ribs to expose his lower back and beyond. his hand finds home around kuroo's cock once more, wet tongue returning to lick a long line along the length of him.
glancing up, he meets kuroo's eyes just as his lips pause over the very tip of him. when he speaks, it's more air than sound, a heated puff of a command: ]
Beg.
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