[ He's about to say something about the gender of the cat not really mattering all that much since he's definitely not intending to stop at just one cat, but Nisaka's hand tickling his thigh distracts him thoroughly enough that the comment dies on his tongue only to be replaced by a second squawking sound, but this time more in surprise than in mirth. His leg flails and his muscles twitch like they can't decide whether to pull him closer or push him away. ]
Nisaka. [ He chastises with this almost mock parental tone in his voice, his hand slipping down and through the water to try and grab at Nisaka's wrist or at least smack it away from Kuroo's thighs. It's not that he's ticklish, it's just that he's particularly sensitive. That and he's trying to keep things PG, at least for now. ] Watch your hands. We can't get dirty before we get clean.
[ God, he's so cheesy, why does Nisaka stick around with him. ]
[ why indeed... a question nisaka himself would muse aloud, but only if kuroo were to voice it first himself, because who can resist an opening like that? similarly, he isn't even bothering to fight back the half-smug, half-impish smile twisting up his lips, fingers no longer tickling, but instead settling firmly around the thigh, where his hand refuses to budge despite the swatting. at least he isn't purposefully trying to wiggle his fingers this time... ]
I think it's a little too late for that, [ comes his dry remark. the day's events were not quite so long ago, after all. kuroo isn't the only one left sensitive, but it's a pleasant buzz that lingers along nisaka's skin, idle and warm. ]
[ Nisaka has a point. Kuroo is suddenly assaulted with a flood of recognition so vibrant its almost tactile and a shiver runs down his spine that's nothing to do with the temperature of the water or the easing of his muscles.. and everything to do with that hand firming on his thigh and the dull burn of the aggravated scratch lines cross-hatching his back. ]
Yeah, okay. Dirtier, then. [ He rephrases, but without any of his previous faux-chastising this time.
Instead, to distract from that horribly addictive and incredibly tempting feeling Kuroo leans down to press a soft-lipped kiss against the sliver of skin between the hair at the base of Nisaka's neck and the start of his jawline, pillowy and sweet. His hands move up through the water, reaching for a soap bottle and resolutely starting exactly what they came here to do. ]
You're distracting. [ He murmurs against pale skin while he lathers his hands in front of his boyfriend, his biceps pressed flush with both of Nisaka's shoulders in an accidentally kind of possessive pose. ] I dunno how I'm gonna get anything done when we're together all the time.
[ A pause, then a laugh. He doesn't need to explain the double entendre, Nisaka is probably already rolling his eyes. ]
[ maybe nisaka should have a little more mercy. a nice boyfriend would ease off, maybe, but then again their situation is a little special, isn't it? all this time spent apart... isn't he the one always going on about making up for lost time?
not that nisaka truly thinks kuroo is complaining. he recognizes the sincerity beneath the teasing tones every time he brings up being together more consecutively. living in the same zip code, for once. for all of nisaka's own teasing, the nervous anticipation is just as real. ]
The only thing you should worrying about getting done, [ he intones quietly, tipping his head to the side just enough to bare more of that pale column, though his eyes roll heavenward as if in thought, ] is me.
[ a pause, a purse of his lips before another faint smile. another playful squeeze of that muscled thigh. ]
That's what I should be saying after an opening like that, right?
[ Nisaka is going to kill him one day, he's sure of it. Just that slight shift of his head, stretching slowly like he's a lounging mouse and Kuroo a coiled snake, is enough to have him thanking whatever impossibility blessed him with their first meeting, their continued relationship, all of it. ]
[ Kuroo makes this weak kind of sighing sound, almost a whimper but much too rough to be called such, as he gives in and trails his mouth right up Nisaka's pulse line. ] You're the worst- [ His sudsy hands are left to waste as he brings them forward, against Nisaka's chest, fingers honing in to a familiar position on his nipples. ] -The worst. I'm trying to be good and give you time to relax, but you're teasing me and you know full well I can't resist.. [ His mouth is on Nisaka's ear now, teeth catching the lobe and biting down. It really is just too tempting to be this close. ]
I should be able to say something like-- like I'm making you wait till then. Or that if you're gonna be mean to me I'm gonna be mean back but.. shit, you're too much sometimes. [ He'll spare a second to think that really his reaction is pretty ridiculous since it's not exactly a long time since they last banged but.. a second is over pretty soon and then the hard pink of Nisaka's chest gets distracting. ]
[ nisaka can hardly imagine it's only been a little more than a year ago that he had been (frankly) something of a prude in regards to all this. admittedly, he had a number of issues and hang-ups regarding his sexuality in general, so it still surprises him sometimes just to see how far he's come along. whether kuroo had unleashed his inner depravity, or his attitudes and proclivities had managed to rub off on the younger man (among other things, heh) — whatever the reason, nisaka's certain the him of two years ago would not have been nearly so eager for the attention being paid currently to his chest.
he draws in a sharp breath in anticipation, biting on his lower lip. his body tenses once contact is made, and he leans languidly back into the other's broad chest with a soft sigh of content. maybe if he weren't so starved for kuroo all the time, he might afford a little more shame and embarrassment... ]
[ The sharp breath Nisaka sucks in encourages a similar reaction from Kuroo, because all those little reactions send blood pooling straight between his legs with none of the self-control he might have shown before he met Nisaka. It's a good thing he's never tried to get Kuroo going before practice or a dinner with his Grandma or something, a morbid part of Kuroo's mind considers suddenly, because there's very little he'd be able to do to resist, Nisaka really does get to him that easy.
His fingers pinch a little, rolling Nisaka's nipples between two fingers while Kuroo buries his nose in the hair behind his ear, pressing soft kisses to whatever skin he can find between speaking. ]
Even if you stopped, it wouldn't make a difference. You don't even have to do anything to turn me on, you just.. [ Kuroo slides a hand down then, down Nisaka's chest, his stomach, the fold of his hips and down his outer thigh as long as his arms will reach, and groans lowly as if that's enough of a description. It's a new feeling, being able to languidly touch Nisaka in this position. There have been times where they've been soft and slow, but it's never so... on show, like it is right now. And hey, they've never done it in the bath before. ]
Like watching you standing in the doorway earlier.. before you started taking off your clothes I wanted to drag you in here and fuck you over the edge of the tub.
[ his head tips forward to watch the slow, languid descent of kuroo's hand, biting back a curse when it rather blatantly trails past where he aches the most for him. after the wild day they'd had today, one would think he'd had enough... but after going so long without, nisaka is positive he can never truly meet that limit.
shamelessly, he shifts in his position, letting his thighs rub together his lower back brush up right against his boyfriend. by now, the sudsy water has grown tepid enough that there is only a milky haze making them decent.
not that they're all that concerned with decency right now. ]
You're not tired...? [ it's a last ditch attempt to be considerate. even as his breathing grows labored, body lighting up with heat all over. ] You still can.
[ That low voice Nisaka uses, the one Kuroo is almost entirely convinced he purposefully puts on, when he's saying things he knows will go straight to Kuroo's dick, has an instant and ridiculous effect on Kuroo. He shudders every time, like Nisaka's words are globs of honey dripping down his spine, and immediately he's tempted to forego all teasing and cease drawing out the pleasure in favour of fucking Nisaka as hard and fast as he can. This outcome in particular is mostly why Kuroo is sure Nisaka does it on purpose.
As it is, Kuroo's hands twitch - one still playing with an almost red nipple, the other sitting patiently on his outer thigh - and for a moment it's like they're about to move and take Nisaka by the shoulders to bring him back down onto Kuroo's half hard dick.. but somehow he manages to resist, although he does so through a hiss and through a bit back lower lip.
Instead both hands come to Nisaka's inner thighs, fingers pushing against soft skin so he can spread Nisaka's legs apart and keep them there with his own feet hooked around his ankles. ]
I said it already, didn't I? [ Kuroo murmurs, trailing the fingers of both hands down to Nisaka's knees, then back down, following and pressing into the line of purpling bite marks he'd left there only a few hours previously. ] You know I can't resist you.
[ Finally his hands find where Nisaka wants them most, cupping him between his legs, taking his cock in a loose fist while Kuroo kisses lasciviously at Nisaka's lower ear. ]
The only one who needs to worry about being tired is you. I've been nice to you so far today, now I think I'll let you show me how bad you want me.
[ the breath nisaka draws in in response is shuddering and stilted, seeming to catch along every single one of his ribs on the way down. his back arches in a way that can only be described as obscene, wanting to chase after the hand that leaves his chest to trail down between his legs instead. his hands have found purchase along the edges of the tub, holding himself steady and grounded, but in his attempts water sloshes messily over the edge, though obviously neatness is the last thing on either of their minds right now. ]
You would tease me? [ he's both breathless and slightly indignant. if he weren't so busy panting, he'd be pouting right now. ] After a day like today?
[ he squirms under his boyfriend's touch, already more than half-hard and ready. if he had more strength, he's got half the nerve right now to just sit himself on kuroo, surely that will show him, but as it is, his legs are still a little weak from all their... ambitious endeavors that day.
and while, usually, he's much too bashful to readily admit such things: a certain amount of hormones tends to make one loose-lipped and, more often than not, his bluntness is used as a weapon as much as his silence can be. ]
I want you so much I could probably come without. All I'd have to do is think of you.
[ The hand that isn't working Nisaka in lazy pumps of his wrist, like he's got all the time in the world, like he can't feel how Nisaka is burning for him through his skin, trails down lower, fingertips meandering between the base of his cock and lower, lower still to his overworked entrance, aside to his thighs and back again.. It's as though Kuroo can't decide what he wants more; to let Nisaka come like this, or to make him want to be fucked again and only give him his wish when he begs. ]
After a day like today is the perfect time to tease you. I can't always give you what you want, or you'll get spoiled.
[ He squeezes just a little tighter, watching as the water sloshes over his arm as he lifts it out of the water and drops it back in. ]
Just a thought of me, huh? Like when you turn your webcam on for me and you're sitting there in one of my shirts telling me how much you miss me? [ Kuroo asks, lips wandering to the edge of Nisaka's jaw, teeth grazing him as he lets his mouth open to breathe hot against his pulse. ] Do you want me that badly? So badly you'll put on a show for me?
You should have thought about that before you decided to date me, [ the smaller of the two says around a huff. ] Every moment with you is what I want.
[ it's a far more sentimental statement than he's used to making, entirely because of his own tsundere nature, but given the torture he's currently being put through, it's really no surprise to find he's a little more loose-lipped than usual.
speaking of — a soft whine escapes him, hips arching up into the pumping fist, those teasing touches. he feels raw and red on every inch of his skin, body crying out for some reprieve, please. but his spirit is more than willing, hungry for the attention kuroo lavishes on him, greedy to keep as much of it to himself as he can.
it's a little funny, actually, how far along they've come in their debauchery together, and yet still how much further they have to go. kuroo has fucked him in his own school's janitor closet, yet not once have they indulged in the simple act of cybersex. maybe it would have been too close to the real thing to be more torturous than fun. nisaka had always been curious, but never been brave enough to try.
at least... not implicitly. ]
I see you touch yourself sometimes, [ he accuses around a gasp, so soft it sounds like a whisper. ] Beneath the screen. [ he turns his head slightly, just enough to chase after those wandering lips with his own. ]
[ Kuroo has encouraged and done so many filthy things to Nisaka that by this point a little dirty talk really shouldn't have him groaning through gritted teeth.. yet here he is, hissing his inhale and finding his hands gripping instinctively harder at his boyfriend's twitching cock. The comment about being what he wants threatened to shake Kuroo's hold on the upper ground for a moment or two back there, but luckily the visual stimulus and the way Nisaka's body responds to every brush of Kuroo's fingers, the way he turns to kiss him and look at him and confess he knows exactly what Kuroo was trying (not so hard) to hide on those few occasions where missing one another became a little too much to handle alone.
It was never a thing, because Kuroo worried that making it a thing without being there to overwhelm Nisaka enough that he stopped caring would result in the both of them getting too embarrassed to continue... or maybe Kuroo just liked the uncertainty more, the tease of it all, suspecting but never seeing, saving that for the times they're together. To know that those breathy sounds he'd heard and wondered about, the ones that swim into his dreams when he's least expecting them, were in fact what he hoped they were... Nisaka will certainly be able to feel what effect that has on Kuroo by now. ]
Shit.. [ It falls out of his mouth like a prayer before he can do anything to stop it. ] How could I not touch myself when you look the way you do, huh?
[ Kuroo's hand twists at Nisaka's head, then leaves him entirely without stimulation for a few seconds while he brings both hands down, running his fingertips insistently down the insides of Nisaka's thighs, brushing down and down and further still. He groans like he's the one being touched when he reaches far enough that he can squeeze at Nisaka's ass and thighs with his palms, needling like some kind of insistent horny cat. ]
I swear sometimes you make me feel like a masochist.. Not being able to touch you sucks, but it makes me so hard.
[ there's a sharp gasp to punctuate the twist of kuroo's hands, but his hips buck up into nothing, leaving him frustrated and over-sensitive. he grits his teeth, tucking his chin against his chest in an attempt to keep some semblance of calm and cool while kuroo's hands wander away from where he aches them to be the most in that moment.
speaking of hard... ]
None of that is on purpose.
[ at least... not initially. video conversations are just that — attempts to keep in contact and to remind each other how they look, how they sound, how they move. curious as he was, he never went into those calls expecting anything... but he's not enough of a sucker not to take advantage of certain opportunities when they present themselves.
for instance: the handful of calls they'd have right as kuroo steps out of the shower, rare as they are. nisaka has definitely squeezed himself to the sight of his shirtless boyfriend, droplets of water running down the strong curve of his jaw, his muscles.
he makes another low sound, squirming to the teasing touches along his ass. in the end his dignity loses to his impatience, and his hand slips down into the water to grab a wrist and try to draw that hand back towards his neglected cock. ]
Show me, [ he puffs, cheeks bright red, ] show me how you touch yourself.
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Nisaka. [ He chastises with this almost mock parental tone in his voice, his hand slipping down and through the water to try and grab at Nisaka's wrist or at least smack it away from Kuroo's thighs. It's not that he's ticklish, it's just that he's particularly sensitive. That and he's trying to keep things PG, at least for now. ] Watch your hands. We can't get dirty before we get clean.
[ God, he's so cheesy, why does Nisaka stick around with him. ]
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Yeah, okay. Dirtier, then. [ He rephrases, but without any of his previous faux-chastising this time.
Instead, to distract from that horribly addictive and incredibly tempting feeling Kuroo leans down to press a soft-lipped kiss against the sliver of skin between the hair at the base of Nisaka's neck and the start of his jawline, pillowy and sweet. His hands move up through the water, reaching for a soap bottle and resolutely starting exactly what they came here to do. ]
You're distracting. [ He murmurs against pale skin while he lathers his hands in front of his boyfriend, his biceps pressed flush with both of Nisaka's shoulders in an accidentally kind of possessive pose. ] I dunno how I'm gonna get anything done when we're together all the time.
[ A pause, then a laugh. He doesn't need to explain the double entendre, Nisaka is probably already rolling his eyes. ]
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[ Kuroo makes this weak kind of sighing sound, almost a whimper but much too rough to be called such, as he gives in and trails his mouth right up Nisaka's pulse line. ] You're the worst- [ His sudsy hands are left to waste as he brings them forward, against Nisaka's chest, fingers honing in to a familiar position on his nipples. ] -The worst. I'm trying to be good and give you time to relax, but you're teasing me and you know full well I can't resist.. [ His mouth is on Nisaka's ear now, teeth catching the lobe and biting down. It really is just too tempting to be this close. ]
I should be able to say something like-- like I'm making you wait till then. Or that if you're gonna be mean to me I'm gonna be mean back but.. shit, you're too much sometimes. [ He'll spare a second to think that really his reaction is pretty ridiculous since it's not exactly a long time since they last banged but.. a second is over pretty soon and then the hard pink of Nisaka's chest gets distracting. ]
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he draws in a sharp breath in anticipation, biting on his lower lip. his body tenses once contact is made, and he leans languidly back into the other's broad chest with a soft sigh of content. maybe if he weren't so starved for kuroo all the time, he might afford a little more shame and embarrassment... ]
I can always stop if you want.
[ it's almost a challenge. ]
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His fingers pinch a little, rolling Nisaka's nipples between two fingers while Kuroo buries his nose in the hair behind his ear, pressing soft kisses to whatever skin he can find between speaking. ]
Even if you stopped, it wouldn't make a difference. You don't even have to do anything to turn me on, you just.. [ Kuroo slides a hand down then, down Nisaka's chest, his stomach, the fold of his hips and down his outer thigh as long as his arms will reach, and groans lowly as if that's enough of a description. It's a new feeling, being able to languidly touch Nisaka in this position. There have been times where they've been soft and slow, but it's never so... on show, like it is right now. And hey, they've never done it in the bath before. ]
Like watching you standing in the doorway earlier.. before you started taking off your clothes I wanted to drag you in here and fuck you over the edge of the tub.
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shamelessly, he shifts in his position, letting his thighs rub together his lower back brush up right against his boyfriend. by now, the sudsy water has grown tepid enough that there is only a milky haze making them decent.
not that they're all that concerned with decency right now. ]
You're not tired...? [ it's a last ditch attempt to be considerate. even as his breathing grows labored, body lighting up with heat all over. ] You still can.
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As it is, Kuroo's hands twitch - one still playing with an almost red nipple, the other sitting patiently on his outer thigh - and for a moment it's like they're about to move and take Nisaka by the shoulders to bring him back down onto Kuroo's half hard dick.. but somehow he manages to resist, although he does so through a hiss and through a bit back lower lip.
Instead both hands come to Nisaka's inner thighs, fingers pushing against soft skin so he can spread Nisaka's legs apart and keep them there with his own feet hooked around his ankles. ]
I said it already, didn't I? [ Kuroo murmurs, trailing the fingers of both hands down to Nisaka's knees, then back down, following and pressing into the line of purpling bite marks he'd left there only a few hours previously. ] You know I can't resist you.
[ Finally his hands find where Nisaka wants them most, cupping him between his legs, taking his cock in a loose fist while Kuroo kisses lasciviously at Nisaka's lower ear. ]
The only one who needs to worry about being tired is you. I've been nice to you so far today, now I think I'll let you show me how bad you want me.
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After a day like today is the perfect time to tease you. I can't always give you what you want, or you'll get spoiled.
[ He squeezes just a little tighter, watching as the water sloshes over his arm as he lifts it out of the water and drops it back in. ]
Just a thought of me, huh? Like when you turn your webcam on for me and you're sitting there in one of my shirts telling me how much you miss me? [ Kuroo asks, lips wandering to the edge of Nisaka's jaw, teeth grazing him as he lets his mouth open to breathe hot against his pulse. ] Do you want me that badly? So badly you'll put on a show for me?
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[ it's a far more sentimental statement than he's used to making, entirely because of his own tsundere nature, but given the torture he's currently being put through, it's really no surprise to find he's a little more loose-lipped than usual.
speaking of — a soft whine escapes him, hips arching up into the pumping fist, those teasing touches. he feels raw and red on every inch of his skin, body crying out for some reprieve, please. but his spirit is more than willing, hungry for the attention kuroo lavishes on him, greedy to keep as much of it to himself as he can.
it's a little funny, actually, how far along they've come in their debauchery together, and yet still how much further they have to go. kuroo has fucked him in his own school's janitor closet, yet not once have they indulged in the simple act of cybersex. maybe it would have been too close to the real thing to be more torturous than fun. nisaka had always been curious, but never been brave enough to try.
at least... not implicitly. ]
I see you touch yourself sometimes, [ he accuses around a gasp, so soft it sounds like a whisper. ] Beneath the screen. [ he turns his head slightly, just enough to chase after those wandering lips with his own. ]
I touch myself too.
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It was never a thing, because Kuroo worried that making it a thing without being there to overwhelm Nisaka enough that he stopped caring would result in the both of them getting too embarrassed to continue... or maybe Kuroo just liked the uncertainty more, the tease of it all, suspecting but never seeing, saving that for the times they're together. To know that those breathy sounds he'd heard and wondered about, the ones that swim into his dreams when he's least expecting them, were in fact what he hoped they were... Nisaka will certainly be able to feel what effect that has on Kuroo by now. ]
Shit.. [ It falls out of his mouth like a prayer before he can do anything to stop it. ] How could I not touch myself when you look the way you do, huh?
[ Kuroo's hand twists at Nisaka's head, then leaves him entirely without stimulation for a few seconds while he brings both hands down, running his fingertips insistently down the insides of Nisaka's thighs, brushing down and down and further still. He groans like he's the one being touched when he reaches far enough that he can squeeze at Nisaka's ass and thighs with his palms, needling like some kind of insistent horny cat. ]
I swear sometimes you make me feel like a masochist.. Not being able to touch you sucks, but it makes me so hard.
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speaking of hard... ]
None of that is on purpose.
[ at least... not initially. video conversations are just that — attempts to keep in contact and to remind each other how they look, how they sound, how they move. curious as he was, he never went into those calls expecting anything... but he's not enough of a sucker not to take advantage of certain opportunities when they present themselves.
for instance: the handful of calls they'd have right as kuroo steps out of the shower, rare as they are. nisaka has definitely squeezed himself to the sight of his shirtless boyfriend, droplets of water running down the strong curve of his jaw, his muscles.
he makes another low sound, squirming to the teasing touches along his ass. in the end his dignity loses to his impatience, and his hand slips down into the water to grab a wrist and try to draw that hand back towards his neglected cock. ]
Show me, [ he puffs, cheeks bright red, ] show me how you touch yourself.