[ 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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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. ]