[ 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. ]
[ It's no secret, especially not by now, that Kuroo has always found Nisaka ridiculously attractive. A person would have to be blind not to think that, because Nisaka is the textbook definition of an attractive young man (or so Kuroo thinks) so it's needless to say that Kuroo's favourite part of their, uh, bonding sessions are the looks and expressions Nisaka makes.
When Nisaka looks down at him with his head tilted slightly up like that, steely eyes turned dangerous, commanding, like he's enjoying being above Kuroo... it has the older boy's heart racing, his libido spiking with interest as he finds himself completely incapable of taking his eyes off of his boyfriend. They flutter when his hands ball in his hair, when Nisaka lifts his hips and very nearly makes him choke, but he's a trooper and is determined to work through it, determined to never let their eye contact break. He wants Nisaka to marvel in this, the way Kuroo can focus on him so intently, can care about nothing but him and making him feel good, like he has so many times before.
As he starts to bob his head - devilishly slow at first but gradually picking up speed as even he can't bear to deny himself the sounds that he knows Nisaka will make as he gets closer and closer - his hand circles Nisaka's base, squeezing the section that slips out of his mouth as he raises his head. He'd worry about over-stimulation if they were at home, if he had hours to waste, if he wasn't intent on getting Nisaka almost there as quickly as possible so that the denial would ache the worst... ]
[ there is something about the structure of a restroom — any restroom — that makes for the perfect acoustics to highlight the indecency of their act. every pant, every gasp, every slick sound of kuroo's cheeks hollowing out around his dick — the sound echoes and vibrates between his ears, making his skin feel tingly and electric. he knows he won't last for too long, which is a blessing in this case, considering all they've got stacked against them, yet there is still a selfish part of nisaka that wishes he could capture and bask in this moment for even longer.
his body, unfortunately, is not nearly as resilient as his mind, and one particularly languid swipe of kuroo's tongue along the underswide of his crown as him shuddering against the sink, his fingers gripping tight at thick locks of hair. his heavy breathing pitches into a sharp moan, nearly coming right then and there. ]
C-Close, [ he whimpers, a warning and a promise. be kuroo's head, his legs have begun to shake, just barely keeping him upright now.
their luck, however, seems to be on the cusp of running out, as from behind the door some chatter picks up — a man and a woman, happening to meet as he's about to enter, and she leave. cordial conversation strikes up, the man's attention diverted for the time being just as nisaka's hips snap up, bucking once, twice into kuroo's mouth. a low, keening sound signals his third, quickly dovetailed by the rush of his release. behind the door, the man and woman laugh, sharing their good-byes for now... ]
[ Kuroo can half hear the wet sounds of his mouth working his boyfriend to his peak, is only dimly aware of how dirty it sounds and how impossible to mask it would be should anyone enter, but Nisaka swiftly sweeps any other consideration from his mind as he balls his hands tight in Kuroo's hair and god, there's nowhere else Kuroo would rather be than under those small, precise hands.
He wants to hold off, wants to make Nisaka over sensitive and desperate and struggle to choose whether he wants to beg Kuroo to stop or beg for more, but before he really has any time to, Nisaka is bucking up into his mouth, pushing down his throat without any resistance or time to pull away, and flooding his mouth, thick and hot and fast. Kuroo doesn't even have time to register and analyse how aroused he is by being used like that before the sound of the door twitching open has him swiftly in damage control mode. He straightens up, large frame blocking most of his boyfriend (but specifically his lap) from sight as he completes their tableaux by running a handas casually as he can through his hair.
The stranger enters, barely looking up for a moment at the two of them canoodling seemingly innocent on the sinks, and enters a stall.
Kuroo looks pointedly from the stall, to Nisaka's lap, and up to his face.... then he swallows, and grins. ]
[ had nisaka any energy or strength in him at all, he would have at the very least made a face at kuroo's shit-eating grin. but he can barely stand as it is, propped upright only by the sink at his back and the desperate grip he has on kuroo's shirt once the man had finally risen up to his full height.
he watches his boyfriend's adam's apple bob around that big swallow, and he moans softly, head flopping forward to rest against the other's chest. his body feels a strange mix of alert, tingly, and numb all over. heated yet cooled, fuzzy yet dull. he shifts slightly, nuzzling his face further against the hard planes of kuroo's chest, but it is comforting in its scent, how much that blankets over him with every deep, calming breath.
dimly, he can hear the man unbuckle his belt and settle into the stall. his weak grip along kuroo's shirt tugs once, twice. they should go... please carry him out... ]
[ While teasing his boyfriend is almost second nature by this point, there are still certain circumstances in which Kuroo finds himself folding like a stack of cards; when Nisaka tells him to, when he's teased to the point that Nisaka refuses to speak to him, and moments like this when Nisaka is soft, pliant, sleepy and affectionate. It's a rare delicacy to have him doing so in public - or as public as a bathroom can be - so Kuroo doesn't dare even attempting to tease him.
His libido forgotten he worms his hands down and helps to tidy his boyfriend up, fastening his pants (possibly for the first time in their entire relationship) and straightening his shirt while he waits for the stranger behind them to finish up. In the mean time, he lets Nisaka rest against him, pressing sweet but slow and silent kisses against his temple, his forehead, the crown of his head. Nisaka like this is addictive, and honestly Kuroo is considering ditching their definitely-not-a-double-date and taking Nisaka home to curl up around him all evening....
The man behind them exits the stall and washes his hands in the sink beside them. He seems a little... flustered, and at first Kuroo thinks he must have heard Nisaka's mewl and Kuroo's soft kisses... before he realises that being in such a small space probably means that they both reek of sex. It makes him laugh, just a bit, as he stares into the mirror to watch the stranger leave with his attention fixed determinedly downwards. ]
He's gone. C'mon. If I carry you out there you'll just get embarrassed. [ A pause. ] But I'll do it if you really want me to.
[ the idea of moving seems so incredibly ridiculous to him in this moment. downright blasphemous. all he wants is to melt into his boyfriend's embrace, feeling the same sticky-sweet lethargy settle over his bones that he'd felt that morning, when he first appealed for the other to stay in bed with him all day. truth be told, they would have probably gotten up to the same amount of intimacy that they already accomplished, but at least if they'd stayed home, they wouldn't have to worry about absurd things like walking.
fortunately for nisaka, he'd missed the other man's reaction. truly, to anyone else, he would have just looked like an unfortunate victim of the bar two blocks down, but given the flushed looks on both their faces... the lingering and heavy smell of sex... well. it's not as if they'll see that man again. and fortunately for them both, he seems much more inclined to be embarrassed about it than anything else.
with another soft sound, he buries his face even more against kuroo's chest, clinging just a little more petulantly. ]
I don't think I trust either of us with my legs around your waist...
[ and so he sighs, forcing himself to gather some kind of strength. at least enough to draw away, blink owlishly back up at the other. ]
[ In all honesty Nisaka still looks good enough to eat despite what they'd just done. He's all soft in that thoroughly well-satisfied way, and with every sleepy blink Kuroo is finding less and less reason to go back out there and sit with his friends while they eat, when all he'll be thinking about is wanting to take Nisaka home, strip him carefully out of all of his clothes and doze off wrapped up with him.
Though, he supposes, if he can survive in public thinking about want to bang him then he'll probably be able to survive thinking about wanting to snuggle him or whatever... But libido is slightly easier to ignore than these soft feelings that make his heart feel ten times bigger in his chest. ]
Cute.
[ He comments unhelpfully and grins as he lifts a hand to brush through Nisaka's fringe, straightening the few places it's gotten a little mussed, watching as it falls easily back into that perfect effortlessness. ]
[ his lashes, already heavy from his growing fatigue, flutter shut at the gentle touch along his brow. his head turns towards kuroo's hand, seeking the heat from his body even in just that simple touch. if his boyfriend lets him, he'd lean his face into that hand, maybe even doz off like that...
ah, yes. dinner. hygiene. ]
I told you you should've showered with me...
[ he sits up a little straighter, even going as far as to stand back on his own two feet. look at him go! ]
In my defence, when I made the decision to not shower with you I didn't think we'd be spending most of our day out fucking in a photo booth and sucking dick in a restaurant bathroom.
[ He says, deadpan. If only someone were to walk in right now, wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake? His flat expression is soon replaced by a smile, though, as Kuroo worms his arms around Nisaka's hips to pull him a little toward the doorway as he walks back. ]
Maybe we can share a bath or something tonight~
[ It would be nice, he thinks, to wash the events of today off but still keep them close as he holds Nisaka to his chest in the tub.. He doesn't know where all these romantic thoughts are coming from, but he's not complaining. ]
Oh...? It's not like you to willingly douse yourself in water.
[ though maybe the fact his hair keeps mostly out of said water is a bonus.
he curls his hands a little tighter around the front of kuroo's shirt as he's all but penguin-waddled towards the door, and while he trusts his boyfriend to have better senses and sharper reflexes than he'll ever have, he still takes care to keep an eye on the doorway itself as it nears, just in case another person walks in or, even more unlikely, kuroo walks them both into a wall. ]
It's a deal.
[ he leans up, snagging one quick last kiss from the other before drawing away, just in time to coax kuroo to turn towards the door and exit it properly. he passes one last hand down the front of his attire, hoping it doesn't look nearly as rumpled as he feels. ]
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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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When Nisaka looks down at him with his head tilted slightly up like that, steely eyes turned dangerous, commanding, like he's enjoying being above Kuroo... it has the older boy's heart racing, his libido spiking with interest as he finds himself completely incapable of taking his eyes off of his boyfriend. They flutter when his hands ball in his hair, when Nisaka lifts his hips and very nearly makes him choke, but he's a trooper and is determined to work through it, determined to never let their eye contact break. He wants Nisaka to marvel in this, the way Kuroo can focus on him so intently, can care about nothing but him and making him feel good, like he has so many times before.
As he starts to bob his head - devilishly slow at first but gradually picking up speed as even he can't bear to deny himself the sounds that he knows Nisaka will make as he gets closer and closer - his hand circles Nisaka's base, squeezing the section that slips out of his mouth as he raises his head. He'd worry about over-stimulation if they were at home, if he had hours to waste, if he wasn't intent on getting Nisaka almost there as quickly as possible so that the denial would ache the worst... ]
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his body, unfortunately, is not nearly as resilient as his mind, and one particularly languid swipe of kuroo's tongue along the underswide of his crown as him shuddering against the sink, his fingers gripping tight at thick locks of hair. his heavy breathing pitches into a sharp moan, nearly coming right then and there. ]
C-Close, [ he whimpers, a warning and a promise. be kuroo's head, his legs have begun to shake, just barely keeping him upright now.
their luck, however, seems to be on the cusp of running out, as from behind the door some chatter picks up — a man and a woman, happening to meet as he's about to enter, and she leave. cordial conversation strikes up, the man's attention diverted for the time being just as nisaka's hips snap up, bucking once, twice into kuroo's mouth. a low, keening sound signals his third, quickly dovetailed by the rush of his release. behind the door, the man and woman laugh, sharing their good-byes for now... ]
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He wants to hold off, wants to make Nisaka over sensitive and desperate and struggle to choose whether he wants to beg Kuroo to stop or beg for more, but before he really has any time to, Nisaka is bucking up into his mouth, pushing down his throat without any resistance or time to pull away, and flooding his mouth, thick and hot and fast. Kuroo doesn't even have time to register and analyse how aroused he is by being used like that before the sound of the door twitching open has him swiftly in damage control mode. He straightens up, large frame blocking most of his boyfriend (but specifically his lap) from sight as he completes their tableaux by running a handas casually as he can through his hair.
The stranger enters, barely looking up for a moment at the two of them canoodling seemingly innocent on the sinks, and enters a stall.
Kuroo looks pointedly from the stall, to Nisaka's lap, and up to his face.... then he swallows, and grins. ]
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he watches his boyfriend's adam's apple bob around that big swallow, and he moans softly, head flopping forward to rest against the other's chest. his body feels a strange mix of alert, tingly, and numb all over. heated yet cooled, fuzzy yet dull. he shifts slightly, nuzzling his face further against the hard planes of kuroo's chest, but it is comforting in its scent, how much that blankets over him with every deep, calming breath.
dimly, he can hear the man unbuckle his belt and settle into the stall. his weak grip along kuroo's shirt tugs once, twice. they should go... please carry him out... ]
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His libido forgotten he worms his hands down and helps to tidy his boyfriend up, fastening his pants (possibly for the first time in their entire relationship) and straightening his shirt while he waits for the stranger behind them to finish up. In the mean time, he lets Nisaka rest against him, pressing sweet but slow and silent kisses against his temple, his forehead, the crown of his head. Nisaka like this is addictive, and honestly Kuroo is considering ditching their definitely-not-a-double-date and taking Nisaka home to curl up around him all evening....
The man behind them exits the stall and washes his hands in the sink beside them. He seems a little... flustered, and at first Kuroo thinks he must have heard Nisaka's mewl and Kuroo's soft kisses... before he realises that being in such a small space probably means that they both reek of sex. It makes him laugh, just a bit, as he stares into the mirror to watch the stranger leave with his attention fixed determinedly downwards. ]
He's gone. C'mon. If I carry you out there you'll just get embarrassed. [ A pause. ] But I'll do it if you really want me to.
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fortunately for nisaka, he'd missed the other man's reaction. truly, to anyone else, he would have just looked like an unfortunate victim of the bar two blocks down, but given the flushed looks on both their faces... the lingering and heavy smell of sex... well. it's not as if they'll see that man again. and fortunately for them both, he seems much more inclined to be embarrassed about it than anything else.
with another soft sound, he buries his face even more against kuroo's chest, clinging just a little more petulantly. ]
I don't think I trust either of us with my legs around your waist...
[ and so he sighs, forcing himself to gather some kind of strength. at least enough to draw away, blink owlishly back up at the other. ]
How do I look...
[ not too sexed up, he hopes. ]
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Though, he supposes, if he can survive in public thinking about want to bang him then he'll probably be able to survive thinking about wanting to snuggle him or whatever... But libido is slightly easier to ignore than these soft feelings that make his heart feel ten times bigger in his chest. ]
Cute.
[ He comments unhelpfully and grins as he lifts a hand to brush through Nisaka's fringe, straightening the few places it's gotten a little mussed, watching as it falls easily back into that perfect effortlessness. ]
Though I'm pretty sure we both stink.
[ He didn't shower this morning, after all. ]
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ah, yes. dinner. hygiene. ]
I told you you should've showered with me...
[ he sits up a little straighter, even going as far as to stand back on his own two feet. look at him go! ]
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[ He says, deadpan. If only someone were to walk in right now, wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake? His flat expression is soon replaced by a smile, though, as Kuroo worms his arms around Nisaka's hips to pull him a little toward the doorway as he walks back. ]
Maybe we can share a bath or something tonight~
[ It would be nice, he thinks, to wash the events of today off but still keep them close as he holds Nisaka to his chest in the tub.. He doesn't know where all these romantic thoughts are coming from, but he's not complaining. ]
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[ though maybe the fact his hair keeps mostly out of said water is a bonus.
he curls his hands a little tighter around the front of kuroo's shirt as he's all but penguin-waddled towards the door, and while he trusts his boyfriend to have better senses and sharper reflexes than he'll ever have, he still takes care to keep an eye on the doorway itself as it nears, just in case another person walks in or, even more unlikely, kuroo walks them both into a wall. ]
It's a deal.
[ he leans up, snagging one quick last kiss from the other before drawing away, just in time to coax kuroo to turn towards the door and exit it properly. he passes one last hand down the front of his attire, hoping it doesn't look nearly as rumpled as he feels. ]