[ 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: ]
[ This again.. Kuroo feels a heavy drop of desperate disappointment pool low in his stomach, but it soon turns to arousal as his body betrays him and his cock twitches with interest. That look in Nisaka's eyes, that perfectly managed intensity, it makes Kuroo's body feel tight and hot and small and he really has no choice but to give in to everything Nisaka wants of him. ]
Nisaka..
[ He whines, the muscles in his legs flexing, desperate to squeeze tight together so his boyfriend will come back up and kiss him again, let Kuroo's fingers slide against his skin and slip inside him.. He misses the friction like an ache and though the hot lap of Nisaka's tongue feels good it's clearly not enough even if he can feel his peak ebbing closer. He bites his jaw together firm, hissing in long and low breaths of air as he tries to calm the pulsing of his blood and his libido, but watching Nisaka's raw lips pressed delicately over the head of his cock is proving difficult to look away from and it makes his heart hammer against his ribs. ]
Please.
[ He needs something, anything, whatever Nisaka is willing to give him, he wants it. ]
Please. I need it so bad. Touch me. [ His breath rattles from him, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets below them without Nisaka to grab onto. ] Make me come.
[ truthfully, nisaka was already two seconds away from giving him everything even before the words began to fall from his lips. too wired, too turned on, his lips plunge around the thick length of him without any further prompting. years of experience now ha given him the ability to swallow expertly around that thick girth, though tears still prick around his eyes when that first bit of air circulation gets cut off. but he swallows around it, literally, before suddenly popping his lips off with a sharp gasp of breath. not about to let the other man breathe for too long, his hand quickly squeezes and strokes around the newly-lubricated length in earnest, settling on a pace so frenzied that nisaka's own desires at this point are definitely clear as day.
trailing his lips lower, he returns his attention to the sensitive flesh hanging beneath that cock. he takes special care to drag his tongue over the soft skin, swirling around with just enough pressure to tease, before slipping even further to tongue at the small stretch of skin leading to that tight ring of muscle. it isn't often he gets to eat his boyfriend out, often too busy being on the receiving end of it himself, but when he gets the chance, he takes full advantage of it, always determined to try and coax the same embarrassing sounds he makes out of kuroo instead. ]
[ Kuroo's senses are turned up to eleven, every nerve in his body heightened and reactive to each move Nisaka makes. He's so sensitive, in fact, that the muscles in his thighs have gone tight and start to quiver, shuddering as Kuroo watches the crown of Nisaka's head dip lower, wander further from his cock and closer to a place that pulls Kuroo's breath down into his gut and has his blood roaring in his ears. It doesn't happen often, and it's that rarity that makes it all the more enticing when it does, so Kuroo grits his teeth and reaches down, only able to encourage Nisaka with the faint swipe of fingertips through his hair.
Though Kuroo tells himself he's sure he'll come if Nisaka so much as looks up at him like this, there's something else lingering around the edges of his arousal. Almost petulantly his libido climbs but never comes close to the peak as though it's waiting for something, and desperately Kuroo keens this embarrassingly high pitched sound, half frustration and half pleasure, as Nisaka's tongue flickers suggestively. ]
Nisaka-- [ Kuroo pants, actually finding it difficult to talk through his gasps and moans. Maybe it's the setting, or maybe he thinks this every time they come together like this, but he could swear he's never felt this good before. ] Nisaka.. Fuck me.
[ ...Equally rare, just as enticing, Kuroo's heart races as the words leave his lips. Breath comes to him slowly, limited, leaving him dizzied as he looks through his lidded eyes, open mouthed and red faced, at his boyfriend. ]
Please. [ Again, and this time his voice comes out hoarse, like it's taking everything he has to form words. ] I want you to fuck me.
[ very little could draw nisaka's attention enough away from his current task that he would actually full-on stop, but trust his boyfriend to always find a way to surprise him. silence is what kuroo gets in response at first, punctuated by the sudden lack of attention to his skin. nisaka's head draws up ever so slightly from between kuroo's trembling legs, his large eyes blown wide and dark from both arousal and surprise. it's rare enough that he gets to tongue his boyfriend like this, so rarer still that they'd managed to last long enough for nisaka to try a finger or two, but this...
the slighter boy swallows roughly, the gesture embarrassingly audible in the silence he's left in the space between them. when his lips part on his doubt, ready to express his uncertainty in being able to perform to the standards he wants kuroo to receive, the sudden throbbing of his own cock against their new sheets has him groaning out loud instead. his eyes squeeze shut, but the images are already there: kuroo spread wide beneath him, calling his name. he turns to press his mouth to the other's thigh, lips pulling back for a quick but sharp bite there. it's a gesture kuroo has done many times himself, and now nisaka can truly understand why.
he draws back, just enough to climb back onto his knees. he's got a hand raised up to his mouth soon enough, dragging his tongue lewdly along the first two digits of his fingers. those soon disappear between kuroo's thighs, his index finger's curious and cautious probing coming soon after. ]
[ Every inch of Kuroo's skin is on fire, prickling with heat and anticipation to the point where he's not sure if he'll ever be able to uncurl his toes again. The muscles in his thighs are shaking too, which is going to be a problem if proceedings continue the way they're going and he ends up getting a cramp, so his brain is trying to wade through shorting every one of it's fuses enough to relax but.. it's impossible. Kuroo honestly never thought that being on the receiving end of this would be an issue but then it's not exactly like he gets a lot of practice, even when he's alone he often finds himself too lazy.. but it's not like he hasn't fantasised, hasn't wondered, doesn't want this more right now than he thinks he's ever wanted anything in his life.
Not for a moment does he think Nisaka will refuse him, perhaps draw back to murmur something about being uncertain or stammer around a question, but its only when he feels the sharp nip of teeth in his flesh that he realises any other response than yes is impossible. It's real. It's happening. That bite means Nisaka is feeling how Kuroo does when he's sitting between Nisaka's pale thighs, watching him quiver in desperation and feeling equally desperate, unable to do anything with all the pent up hunger other than to bite, dig nails in, give him what he wants...
He's wrapt by the sight of Nisaka's tongue trailing across his fingers. It's usually a sight he sees before Nisaka stretches himself out, before Kuroo stretches him out - Kuroo has a picture of Nisaka with his fingers in his mouth stored in his phone which he looks at more than he'd be willing to admit - but in a movement that surprises Kuroo with how attractive he finds it, Nisaka instead directs his attention down, between his boyfriend's legs and lower. When he makes contact Kuroo gasps, hand flying down between his legs to grip in a tight ring around the base of his cock, a vain attempt to stave off the throbbing climb of his libido just a little longer. He can barely keep his eyes open, but he has to. He has to watch every moment of this and burn it into his brain.
Looking dazed, eyelids fluttering slightly with effort, Kuroo lets his mouth hang open to pant out hot, wet breaths. ] Yeah.. [ He nods, encouraging or desperate or both, struggling to resist driving his hips down onto that tentative intrusion. ] Like that.
[ the sudden movement has nisaka nearly pulling back, worried he'd hurt kuroo somehow. as eager as he'd been to do this, he's just as eager to drop it at the slightest hint of discomfort, wanting nothing to ruin this moment, any moment they ever share together.
but his fears are quickly abated, replaced instead by something hot and carnal pooling at the pit of his gut. he watches his boyfriend work hard to stave off an orgasm — already — and he's quickly reminded of the impatient pulse of his own libido. ]
Good, Kuroo, good... you're doing so well...
[ he moans softly, leaning down to press a hasty handful of kisses along kuroo's torso. he doesn't even know where they land, just that he wants to kiss everywhere he can reach and then some. his back bows in his attempts to keep still so as not to jostle kuroo's lower half, but lower and lower he kisses, right up until he can press a wet kiss to the very tip of kuroo's cock. he mouths at the head just as he presses his finger in another knuckle deeper, and then deeper still. his tongue lavishes attention there, along the underside, right where he knows the man to be the most sensitive. a second finger rubs around that tight ring, keeping in mind all the little gestures kuroo himself makes to make the process as easy and comforting for him as possible. ]
[ Kuroo has never felt more targeted in his life, and his brain considers if this is what Nisaka feels every time Kuroo overwhelms his senses and teases him till he can't stand it.. and why Nisaka is so addicted to that feeling. It's maddening, enticing, hot and exciting and excruciating in how almost enough it is. He wants more, he needs more, and he's about to tell Nisaka just how badly when-- when he speaks, and Kuroo's voice disappears to leave him with nothing but a hiccup of breath and a low rolling of his spine, as though pushing his hips onto Nisaka's finger is an appropriate response to the praise he's given.
He's sure he almost blacks out when Nisaka curls himself downward to lap at his cock like Kuroo isn't already struggling with holding back, and yet again finds himself cursing his lack of practice with this stuff; Nisaka stretches out so much faster than him... His free hand goes to Nisaka's hair and delves a fist in his locks and pulls. ]
M'gonna-- I'm gonna come if you do that. [ He pants for breaths he hadn't realised were running short. When he looks at his boyfriend he can already see the response forming, so he quickly elaborates. ] ... I don't wanna come till you're inside me.
[ A shudder, and he presses himself down onto Nisaka's fingers again. A suggestion as well as encouragement. ]
[ nisaka's mouth had just finished fitting around the swollen tip of kuroo's cock when he feels the the sharp tug at his scalp. his lips come off with a soft, wet pop!, trails of spit coating his chin and lower lip, cheeks bright pink in both catching himself getting carried away, and at the very blunt words thrown his way at the same time. he swallows thickly, straightening back up till he's kneeling between his boyfriend's legs again. ]
You say that like I'll last any longer.
[ his own words come out in nothing more than rough little pants, his free hand coming up to rest on a knee to steady himself. his other hand busies itself with finally slipping in that other digit, then unceremoniously scissoring to stretch the other man out because — apparently — neither of them were all that interested in waiting much longer.
he takes care to watch the movements of his boyfriend's features, to every wince and twitch to make sure he isn't doing more than what kuroo can absolutely handle. sure he's attentive, but he's nervous too, wanting so desperately to make sure he can be as good for kuroo as kuroo always is to him.
some spit in his hand, a few fervent strokes along his length. then he's positioning himself just as his fingers slowly slip out, but before kuroo has any chance to mourn the loss of those digits, he's pushing in with a slow and steady thrust of his hips. his head bows low on a strangled sound ripped out of his lips, hands tight and white-knuckled on kuroo's knees. ]
[ Not for the first time Kuroo feels strangely removed from what's going on between them as Nisaka looks at him like that, with his face and lips pink from effort and wet, his eyes glassy.. Kuroo forgets everything, how to breathe or speak or do anything except marvel at how good Nisaka looks, how unreal it is that he exists and is Kuroo's to ravish-- or be ravished by, as the case may be today.
He's jerked out of that particular reverie by the fingers that quickly start to stretch him out with more vigor; it hurts, of course, but it's nothing Kuroo can't handle. Being as aroused as he is he barely has enough time to dwell in the ache amidst the throb of blood between his legs, and his noises turn into helpless gasps of desperate frustration and pleasure.
It gets to the point where Kuroo is so frustrated by the lack of stimulation that his cock doesn't feel as sensitive to the touch anymore and so he uses that hand to grasp at Nisaka's upper arm in a silent plea-- but it's mere moments before Nisaka replaces his fingers with a bigger intrusion and Kuroo's spine rolls, his head falling backwards as he unabashedly keens at the feeling of Nisaka pushing into him. It's hot and tight, he feels bigger than he thought, he can feel every beat of his boyfriend's pulse where they meet, every twitch, and it's so intense that Kuroo can't breathe.
The hand on Nisaka's arm is tight enough to bruise and he tries to slacken it off, but he's wound so tight that he can't bring himself to relax into it even a little. All he can do is gasp and groan and press his eyes closed as he focuses in on the feeling of Nisaka filling him. ]
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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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Nisaka..
[ He whines, the muscles in his legs flexing, desperate to squeeze tight together so his boyfriend will come back up and kiss him again, let Kuroo's fingers slide against his skin and slip inside him.. He misses the friction like an ache and though the hot lap of Nisaka's tongue feels good it's clearly not enough even if he can feel his peak ebbing closer. He bites his jaw together firm, hissing in long and low breaths of air as he tries to calm the pulsing of his blood and his libido, but watching Nisaka's raw lips pressed delicately over the head of his cock is proving difficult to look away from and it makes his heart hammer against his ribs. ]
Please.
[ He needs something, anything, whatever Nisaka is willing to give him, he wants it. ]
Please. I need it so bad. Touch me. [ His breath rattles from him, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets below them without Nisaka to grab onto. ] Make me come.
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trailing his lips lower, he returns his attention to the sensitive flesh hanging beneath that cock. he takes special care to drag his tongue over the soft skin, swirling around with just enough pressure to tease, before slipping even further to tongue at the small stretch of skin leading to that tight ring of muscle. it isn't often he gets to eat his boyfriend out, often too busy being on the receiving end of it himself, but when he gets the chance, he takes full advantage of it, always determined to try and coax the same embarrassing sounds he makes out of kuroo instead. ]
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Though Kuroo tells himself he's sure he'll come if Nisaka so much as looks up at him like this, there's something else lingering around the edges of his arousal. Almost petulantly his libido climbs but never comes close to the peak as though it's waiting for something, and desperately Kuroo keens this embarrassingly high pitched sound, half frustration and half pleasure, as Nisaka's tongue flickers suggestively. ]
Nisaka-- [ Kuroo pants, actually finding it difficult to talk through his gasps and moans. Maybe it's the setting, or maybe he thinks this every time they come together like this, but he could swear he's never felt this good before. ] Nisaka.. Fuck me.
[ ...Equally rare, just as enticing, Kuroo's heart races as the words leave his lips. Breath comes to him slowly, limited, leaving him dizzied as he looks through his lidded eyes, open mouthed and red faced, at his boyfriend. ]
Please. [ Again, and this time his voice comes out hoarse, like it's taking everything he has to form words. ] I want you to fuck me.
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the slighter boy swallows roughly, the gesture embarrassingly audible in the silence he's left in the space between them. when his lips part on his doubt, ready to express his uncertainty in being able to perform to the standards he wants kuroo to receive, the sudden throbbing of his own cock against their new sheets has him groaning out loud instead. his eyes squeeze shut, but the images are already there: kuroo spread wide beneath him, calling his name. he turns to press his mouth to the other's thigh, lips pulling back for a quick but sharp bite there. it's a gesture kuroo has done many times himself, and now nisaka can truly understand why.
he draws back, just enough to climb back onto his knees. he's got a hand raised up to his mouth soon enough, dragging his tongue lewdly along the first two digits of his fingers. those soon disappear between kuroo's thighs, his index finger's curious and cautious probing coming soon after. ]
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Not for a moment does he think Nisaka will refuse him, perhaps draw back to murmur something about being uncertain or stammer around a question, but its only when he feels the sharp nip of teeth in his flesh that he realises any other response than yes is impossible. It's real. It's happening. That bite means Nisaka is feeling how Kuroo does when he's sitting between Nisaka's pale thighs, watching him quiver in desperation and feeling equally desperate, unable to do anything with all the pent up hunger other than to bite, dig nails in, give him what he wants...
He's wrapt by the sight of Nisaka's tongue trailing across his fingers. It's usually a sight he sees before Nisaka stretches himself out, before Kuroo stretches him out - Kuroo has a picture of Nisaka with his fingers in his mouth stored in his phone which he looks at more than he'd be willing to admit - but in a movement that surprises Kuroo with how attractive he finds it, Nisaka instead directs his attention down, between his boyfriend's legs and lower. When he makes contact Kuroo gasps, hand flying down between his legs to grip in a tight ring around the base of his cock, a vain attempt to stave off the throbbing climb of his libido just a little longer. He can barely keep his eyes open, but he has to. He has to watch every moment of this and burn it into his brain.
Looking dazed, eyelids fluttering slightly with effort, Kuroo lets his mouth hang open to pant out hot, wet breaths. ] Yeah.. [ He nods, encouraging or desperate or both, struggling to resist driving his hips down onto that tentative intrusion. ] Like that.
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He's sure he almost blacks out when Nisaka curls himself downward to lap at his cock like Kuroo isn't already struggling with holding back, and yet again finds himself cursing his lack of practice with this stuff; Nisaka stretches out so much faster than him... His free hand goes to Nisaka's hair and delves a fist in his locks and pulls. ]
M'gonna-- I'm gonna come if you do that. [ He pants for breaths he hadn't realised were running short. When he looks at his boyfriend he can already see the response forming, so he quickly elaborates. ] ... I don't wanna come till you're inside me.
[ A shudder, and he presses himself down onto Nisaka's fingers again. A suggestion as well as encouragement. ]
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You say that like I'll last any longer.
[ his own words come out in nothing more than rough little pants, his free hand coming up to rest on a knee to steady himself. his other hand busies itself with finally slipping in that other digit, then unceremoniously scissoring to stretch the other man out because — apparently — neither of them were all that interested in waiting much longer.
he takes care to watch the movements of his boyfriend's features, to every wince and twitch to make sure he isn't doing more than what kuroo can absolutely handle. sure he's attentive, but he's nervous too, wanting so desperately to make sure he can be as good for kuroo as kuroo always is to him.
some spit in his hand, a few fervent strokes along his length. then he's positioning himself just as his fingers slowly slip out, but before kuroo has any chance to mourn the loss of those digits, he's pushing in with a slow and steady thrust of his hips. his head bows low on a strangled sound ripped out of his lips, hands tight and white-knuckled on kuroo's knees. ]
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He's jerked out of that particular reverie by the fingers that quickly start to stretch him out with more vigor; it hurts, of course, but it's nothing Kuroo can't handle. Being as aroused as he is he barely has enough time to dwell in the ache amidst the throb of blood between his legs, and his noises turn into helpless gasps of desperate frustration and pleasure.
It gets to the point where Kuroo is so frustrated by the lack of stimulation that his cock doesn't feel as sensitive to the touch anymore and so he uses that hand to grasp at Nisaka's upper arm in a silent plea-- but it's mere moments before Nisaka replaces his fingers with a bigger intrusion and Kuroo's spine rolls, his head falling backwards as he unabashedly keens at the feeling of Nisaka pushing into him. It's hot and tight, he feels bigger than he thought, he can feel every beat of his boyfriend's pulse where they meet, every twitch, and it's so intense that Kuroo can't breathe.
The hand on Nisaka's arm is tight enough to bruise and he tries to slacken it off, but he's wound so tight that he can't bring himself to relax into it even a little. All he can do is gasp and groan and press his eyes closed as he focuses in on the feeling of Nisaka filling him. ]