[ it's a lot to process, and maybe the respectful thing to do is allow himself time to process it all. think it through, give each confession more than a moment to marinate in his mind, and formulate a response that he can be proud of later.
but he can't really help the way his teenage mind stumbles on that very last bit, tripping right into the gutter. on what kuroo says without really saying. it can't be wishful thinking at this point, right? it can't be.
his entire expression blanks, gaze almost faraway. dazed. ]
...Are you telling me you got a boner while sleeping next to me?
[ Kuroo winces, but really Nisaka's reaction is on the better side of all the possibilities.. so he supposes he can't be that upset with it. Nevertheless it's still absolutely mortifying, even if there isn't really a response to this situation that isn't; he is after all admitting to exactly what Nisaka is estimating. ]
Look, I've already told you I like you, and you looked so much different than you did when you left, and you changed in front of me, and what you were wearing-- [ He sounds like he's trying to blame Nisaka for his boner now which... isn't exactly false but also isn't what he's trying to do here. ]
Yeah, okay? I just don't want you to think I'm.. coming onto you or whatever, or that I'm in this to get something back. Trust me, I've gone this long with my right hand, I don't need to fuck up a chance like this for the sake of something more.
[ He's got the good grace to look embarrassed now; there's a flush creeping round his face, burning his ears red and tinting his cheeks. Even his shoulders are blushing. He also can't meet Nisaka's gaze. ]
So if you wanna sleepover more, like we used to before I stopped offering because it.. because I got weird... then you're welcome to.
[ and throughout it all, all nisaka can do is watch. open-mouthed, stunned, hearing the words but not really processing them, or processing them but not really absorbing it. because he gets it, it's pretty straight(haha)-forward, but at the same time he just cannot fathom it, how blind he's been, how blind they've both been, that all along in their suffering, the object of their affection had been suffering similarly. there's some kind of cruel poetry to that, he's sure, but for the moment he cannot think much past what he's hearing, like a tidal wave has overtaken him and he hasn't yet gotten it in his mind to try swimming back up to the surface.
for more than a handful of seconds, he tries to summon up some kind of response. his vision blurs and clears like stepping out of a fog, but it's only when he notices how kuroo avoids his eye that he finds the words. the very same words he'd had to swallow back not that long ago, back in the park. ]
...I kissed you.
[ it's a quiet thing, said in such a tiny voice, yet somehow it echoes in the room like they're in some kind of canyon or cave. he can hear his breathing rattling against his chest. ]
The weekend before you left for camp, when you slept over? [ it was their last hurrah before the split; kuroo had to catch the monday morning's earliest bus, and his mother had insisted on spending the last night with her son. they'd spent that saturday staying up as late as they could, watching b-movies, getting sick on sour gummies and popcorn. ]
You were asleep, and I kissed you.
[ nisaka can still remember the way a sliver of moonlight fell across kuroo's face that evening, like it was highlight his lips, gently parted on deep, slumbering breaths. he had spent twenty whole minutes just staring, battling with his common sense and his deepest desires. the kiss itself wasn't anything special, a mere pressing of their mouths, but his lips had burned all night since, and still tingled in the morning when he woke. ]
If anyone has to apologize here, it's me. [ his lips twist into something of a wry smile, just as he reaches out to touch his fingertips to kuroo's wrist. ]
[ That night had been one of the best in Kuroo's memory for a long while. He and Nisaka had watched some frankly terrible cinema, eaten more than their fill of junk food and fallen asleep starfished on the floor the way they used to when they were small. Kuroo's only regret had been that he couldn't stay awake any longer than he had, and now he feels that sentiment tenfold, though makes him feel a little better, honestly, for the few times he's woken up early for his morning run and guiltily considered doing the exact same to Nisaka. What if he'd faked sleep, like he had the other night, and felt Nisaka brush his lips in a tense moment of weakness.. would he have been able to go to camp? Would he have been able to continue pretending to sleep? Would he have felt good, bad, angry, frustrated?
One of Kuroo's hands goes to his mouth, fingers against his lips like he can feel Nisaka's lips there still, wide eyes staring at him in disbelief... because no matter how shell shocking the confession, Kuroo's heart still stumbles over believing that this is real and happening to him.
When Nisaka touches his wrist Kuroo lifts his hand on impulse, fingers tracing against the other boys palm, a helpless smile blossoming on his face. ]
It's okay. [ He lets out a breathless little laugh, because really there's no need to apologise nor any need to forgive. Kuroo messed up what has turned out to be their second one, after all. ] Looks like we've got a problem with mutual kisses, huh?
[ nisaka feels his feet anchor when kuroo returns the gesture with his hand, their fingers brushing and ghosting in a silent dance parodying a hand-hold. such a simple touch, and already he feels grounded, finds it a lot easier to breathe and push past that particular guilt he'd been carrying inside him for so long. kuroo doesn't mind. kuroo still likes him. this is all still happening, and so very, very real.
it's enough to make him a little dizzy with delirium. lightheaded like after you step off a roller-coaster, and you can't quite make out which is up and down for the first few seconds. nisaka feels happy and warm and... just a little bit more brave. ]
Guess so...
[ he takes another step forward, closing the distance between them to less than a foot now. this close, he can look up and notice the finger lines in kuroo's face. how much angular he's become, and broader where it counts. he's gorgeous, just like he's always been. but this time, he doesn't seem quite so out of reach. ]
[ The response knocks the breath from Kuroo's lungs, because not only is Nisaka ridiculously attractive in this moment as he always is - longer bangs curling around his cheeks, large eyes practically shimmering with everything he's feeling, his lips, his jawline, his soft skin - but his words.. Holy shit. It's something Kuroo's fantasised about, daydreamt about in those idle but impossible moments, and to have it lingering in the air and in Nisaka's expression, real and so tangible Kuroo can taste how bad he wants to kiss him.... It's unreal. It's irresistible.
So he stops resisting. He takes hold of that hand he's toying with, laces their fingers and pulls Nisaka that last step forward with it. Their lips come together again in a movement that's soft and measured, not denying an inch of how badly Kuroo wants this but with none of the messy haste he'd shown before; he wants to make that romantic fantasy a reality, raises his hand to Nisaka's cheek and cups it, willing him to understand and feel how much this means. ]
[ the wild thing is, nisaka has had this very fantasy before. it's nearly uncanny, from the setting, the atmosphere, even the placement of kuroo's hands — the main difference now is that this is real. and because it's real, nisaka is privy to all the little details even his thirsty, over-active imagination couldn't think of before: like how kuroo's natural scent is easily masked by the lingering scent of sugar from the cake; how his ridiculous hair is long enough to tickle nisaka's cheeks when he leans up on his tip-toes; how their tongues easily fall into the same push-and-pull of their banter. and just like their banter, nisaka wants to win as much as he wants to give in. either option would be just fine, because it's kuroo — safe, reliable, but wildly unpredictable kuroo, who is now his to openly drool over because, god, did he mention how much hotter his best friend's become since the beginning of summer?
he sighs happily into the kiss, even though it's quickly swallowed up by the lewd sounds of their lips and tongue meeting, again and again. in his chest he feels light and airy, like every dark and stormy thing he'd been clinging onto has released. it's already so easy to fall into this and forget everything else; he doesn't hear the footsteps that come up the stairs, doesn't notice the other presence just ten feet away until he hears a sharp knock on the closed door. purposefully louder than kuroo's mother has ever made one before.
he rips away from kuroo with an obscene, wet sound, his face flushed, lips bright red and raw. he's swallowing his gasps for air, trying to mute himself while he listens to the woman's muffled message.
apparently his mother has called, wanting to know if he intends to stay the night. ]
[ For the first time in maybe his entire life, Kuroo stops thinking. He stops considering the possibilities, the best course of action, what he should do with his hands or his mouth, his brain switches off, his heart soars deliriously, and he lets instinct take over. Nisaka's mouth is hot and warm and better than before and better than Kuroo had imagined, so good and all his to kiss whenever and as often as he'd like. They could have been here hours, Kuroo doesn't know or care and will happily stay here hours more doing exactly this.
Or at least until Nisaka draws away with that sound that stalls Kuroo's reactions from firing back up and gives his brain pause enough in it's start up that he's torn between focusing on the reason why Nisaka pulled away or focusing on the blood rushing south of him and his sudden desperation to repair their kiss.
His mothers voice does a pretty stellar job of setting his priorities in order though. Like he's been struck by an electric current Kuroo is suddenly opening the door just enough to peek through, doing his best to look normal despite his flushed face and glossy lips - it's cold outside, he tells his mother, which is hard to believe considering it's still late summer, but Kuroo points out that the grass banks let a lot of wind through and that wind is still cold. She asks if everything is okay, Kuroo nods in what he seems to think is a casual way, then repeats her question. Kuroo looks at Nisaka but essentially answers yes for him. Once she's gone, Kuroo shuts the door and leans against it with a relieved expression. What he's relieved about is unclear since he might as well have just given her an account of their activities in written form, but....
He looks at Nisaka after a moment of pause, able to feel the tension palpably in the air and suddenly concerned about it getting weird, so he does what he does best and diffuses it. ]
Oh, I forgot to tell you. We're in a teen coming of age series. The whole mom-almost-walks-in thing is a classic. That was all scripted.
[ nisaka's mind blurs somewhere between greeting and departure. he is vaguely aware of the exchange happening before him, of wandering eyes attempting to peek in through the crack in the door kuroo has allowed. it's a strange out of body experience where he can see all that's happening, and he's certainly aware of it, but his mind feels miles and miles away, floating weightlessly on clouds that smell like sunshine and gumdrops.
it's all very disgusting, really.
by the time kuroo's closing the door again and leaning himself on the door, nisaka has exactly two seconds to think, oh, i've had that fantasy too, before he's prompted for some sort of response. ]
I guess I should just be happy it happened while we're still clothed.
[ if he had any inclination to feel embarrassed or ashamed about that particular comment (and the implications therein) he makes no indication of it. or rather, his face is still so red, lips still parting around breaths he's struggling to regulate. the anxious fiddling he'd been doing while kuroo managed to maintain that brief conversation with his mother still persists in the way he tugs on the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric down across his chest.
he looks around again, as if kuroo's dirty gym bag might somehow have the answer for what he's supposed to do or say next. ]
[ Kuroo isn't often caught at a loss for words, usually so quick witted and sharp tongued that he himself is often the reason for others being tongue tied, but there's something about the combination of Nisaka's ravished expression and the words that usually Kuroo would find amusing in their teasing but now can't help but be horrifically turned on by, that leaves him stalling on how to react. He should say something funny, right? Or catch Nisaka off guard in return, say something like well, the night is still young or gasp dramatically, scandalised by Nisaka's brashness so early into their exploration of one another.. but all he can do is stare, watch Nisaka's fingers fiddling with his shirt as he tugs at it, making Kuroo seem more like a large cat watching a mouse than anything else.
The soft compliment snaps him out of it, and in breakneck speed Kuroo goes from a predator to a teenage boy, bashful over a compliment and brimming over with eagerness to show off his skills even more. He raises a hand to scratch his cheek, something he hasn't done for literal years but he's too busy being flustered to be embarrassed about it. ]
I do? You think so?
[ He smiles kind of goofily, and can't meet Nisaka's gaze, so he ends up fixing his eyes instead on the untucked corner of his bed sheets. ]
[ he speaks before he can help it, something inside him spurred by that bashful look on kuroo's face. ]
I could probably do with some practice.
[ there is a moment's pause after he says what he says, in which nisaka actually takes a moment to consider all that he says, and suddenly he's laughing, so hard he has to turn away and cover his mouth with the back of his hand, because in that moment he can't think of anything more ridiculous than the fact he's just tried a come on with his best friend, the same best friend he's known since childhood, the same best friend he's had a crush on for nearly just as long.
it's crazy, all of this, but in that deliriously happy kind of way, in that oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-this-is-finally-actually-happening kind of way.
by the time his laughter fades, so has most of that "ravished" look. but then he's turning back to kuroo with a glimmer to his eyes, feeling like absolutely anything in possible for once. ]
Some p--? [ Kuroo starts, and then Nisaka's laughter seems to trigger the same drop of realisation in him, and then he's laughing too. His mirth, however, is a little stunted by how distracting Nisaka looks when he's smiling.
He's seen his best friend laugh and smile before, obviously, when they've watched comedy shows or told each other ridiculous stories or bantered in that ridiculous way close friends do when their conversation is more stupid noises and voices than anything with actual substance... but this is the first time that Kuroo has felt allowed to let his gaze linger, has felt like he can watch without feeling guilty afterwards. He's forgotten his overeager teenage hormones, has forgotten the confused directions his blood is pooling in, and when he meets Nisaka's gaze again he looks like he's lost in some sort of dream. So lost, in fact, that he doesn't even bother to reel it in any. ]
We could practice some more. [ He says without a missing a beat, because it's clearly what they both want. ] Uh, away from the door.
[ He puts his hand on the doorknob, pushing the button on it inwards to lock it. The click seems extremely loud for some reason, but Kuroo doesn't care. ]
[ something changes in nisaka's expression then. softens into something almost intangible, like hope personified, because here he had just been, thinking of his luck in finally getting all he's ever wanted, and then kuroo comes back in to reassure him there's still so much more he hadn't ever considered.
he swallows down the apprehension in his gut, that knee-jerk reaction of this is too good to be true, so of course something has to fuck it all up. instead he is biting down on a lip to ward off another shy smile, turning away just so he can walk on over to the bed and perch along the edge of it. away from the door, kuroo had said, and he'd caught the boy looking at the bed earlier so — why not? why not?
he sits there expectantly, staring up at the other with wide, hopeful eyes. he settles a hand on the spot beside him, but says no more than that, waiting to see if kuroo thinks he's overstepped in any way. ]
[ The bed, huh? Kuroo supposes it's only natural to want to make out on a bed, given that the only other surfaces in Kuroo's room are the floor and a desk, but somehow he'd never even dared to imagine that Nisaka would just walk on up there and sit so expectantly, waiting for him. It's a fantasy come true, really, and Kuroo does an absolutely piss poor job at disguising how quickly he scurries over to sit beside him. ]
You're gonna have to.. tell me if you wanna stop. [ This is both Kuroo confessing to the fact that he's not sure he's going to be able to ever stop kissing Nisaka once he stops, and also that he'll have no idea how to read his best friend once they're actually kissing. He's confessing to this with bright red ears and a pink face, which is making the serious warning seem more like a flustered confession from an emotionally overwhelmed goober, but.. Nisaka probably doesn't mind, right? ] Uncle won't work so, uh. Punch me in the arm or push me away or something, okay?
[ Before he's given Nisaka chance to respond and even before gets his ass on the bed he's kissing Nisaka again, locking their lips together then prying his open, tongue delving into his mouth and drinking in the taste and feel of his best friends mouth with a fair amount more awareness than last time, but also a great deal more ease as now there's no chance of uninvited interruptions of any kind to stop them and their.. ahem.. practising. ]
[ kuroo's word of warning is... necessary. practical, really. but it still draws a small sound from nisaka, something strangled between a gasp and a grunt. his lips part, his eyes widen, and his cheeks glow a pink similar to the other's, but unlike the other he is kept mute throughout it all, far too horrified at the heavy pulse of blood in his veins to even put a voice to it.
what makes you think i'll want to stop? is what he doesn't get to say, thankfully, because how embarrassing is that, how desperate is that, which is a strange thing to worry about after all that's been said and done.
not that he has much time to worry about it. soon enough, kuroo's kissing him again, and there's a tongue in his mouth, mapping out the lines of his teeth, and he has to fight now to keep other equally embarrassing sounds from escaping. he leans up into it as eagerly as it came to him, shifting a bit on the bed so he's facing his friend more easily. their legs bump awkwardly, and his hand winds up falling just a little above kuroo's knee for steadiness, and then he's sucking on his best friend's lower lip with way less reservation than he had before. ]
[ If Kuroo had been using his brain for anything other than selfish gain then he might have had the foresight to perhaps switch on the TV or play some kind of music to muffle the almost obscene noises their mouths make together.. but he didn't and so they echo in the room and rattle around Kuroo's head and basically act as some kind of torture device directed specifically at all those soft feelings he'd been having over getting to kiss his best friend, driving him instead straight toward all those teenage hormones again. How do people do it, he wonders. How in the world do people who are attracted to one another manage to withstand these kinds of feelings long enough to wait for an appropriate time, to not come off as totally seedy???
The noises coming from Nisaka and the lips closing around his don't help any, because the combination assaults Kuroo's senses with mental images of Nisaka's little pink tongue and his flushed face, of the faint line of his collar bone through his thin sleep shirt and those hands tugging at the hem, pulling it down across his lap... Phew. He feels like he needs another walk outside at this rate.
He doesn't even realise he's been making noises until he draws away from Nisaka for air and interrupts a gasp coming from his own mouth with a low groan of frustration at his own capacity. Had those moaning sounds been coming from him? Had they been loud? Shit. Sorry mom.
He licks his lips, looking over Nisaka's face for a moment as though looking for a green light, and then sealing their kiss again moments later. He feels like he should explain himself, explain what he's experiencing.. but that would require both him to be aware of what it is, exactly, that he's experiencing and also enough willpower not to continue to kiss him. Kuroo is weak to the latter of course. ]
[ when kuroo becomes the first to draw away, nisaka is both disappointed and relieved. so much of this is still tentative, that he had literally been holding his breath and ready to die like that just to avoid having to draw away prematurely, or doing anything else prematurely. all the movies and tv shows just kind of — show it happening. from one kiss to another, to suddenly clothes off and mutual writhing on the bed.
it's an attractive thought, but real life is so very often unlike what media will have you believe (discounting the last few days of his life, thanks) and, okay, frankly nisaka is just terrified of fucking up, even now, even after the scariest part is, supposedly, over. should he say something? should he not? he can kind of tell from the eager way kuroo kisses him back that if he were to make any kind of moves towards that particular path, he would more than readily follow.
but is that fair to kuroo? is that what he really wants, or is he just going along with it because it's what nisaka himself wants?
all these thoughts clouding up his mind, he forgets to try and hold his breath again, and this time he's the one to draw away with a sharp gasp, breathing heavily against kiss-red lips. ]
Do you care? [ he winces at how it sounds almost as soon as it comes out of his mouth. his hands curl around the front of kuroo's shirt as if half afraid his fumbling would drive the other boy away. ] About h-how it... happens...
[ god. god. he grimaces again but this time out of pure agony and embarrassment. he can feel his entire face burning, just trying to broach this topic that maybe? they should have considered before all this? before nisaka found himself getting addicted to the way kuroo's tongue feels stuffed down his throat, and thoughts of other things going down there flooding up his mind as well. what if he's being too presumptuous? is that a sign of conceit? of his own depravity? he's floundering here, wanting to clear the air because he wants to do this right, but at the same time he finds himself already missing the taste of his best friend on his tongue. ]
[ Well. Kuroo goes from being concerned about coming off as seedy, to tripping and falling straight into not giving a single shit. Nisaka kissing him back is enough confirmation that he wants this, that much is clear... but how much he wants, if he wants what Kuroo wants and in what way is a different question that has been burning like a brand on Kuroo's tongue as he pushes it into Nisaka's mouth. Thankfully, as somehow always seems to be the case, Nisaka takes all those worries away with a look and a few words. Only this time his look is heated and overwhelmed, and the words go straight to Kuroo's dick. ]
Shit. [ Kuroo breathes out accidentally, just because this is a lot and it's so good and Kuroo is terrified of saying what's on his mind - no, I don't care, I just want it now, whatever it is - but is also terrified of holding back for fear that it'll get to a point where he can't.
He closes his eyes, licks his lips (which doesn't really help because all he can taste there is Nisaka), and exhales a forcibly slow breath before looking at his... at Nisaka again. ]
I feel like I should take you on a date or something first, you know? I feel kind of bad I'm not.. doing this properly, but.. [ His eyes flick down, landing somewhere around Nisaka's waist before flitting back up again. ] But I.. [ His gaze has landed on Nisaka's mouth, his glistening lips and his worried expression, and Kuroo exhales again like it's the only way he's maintaining self composure. ]
[ nisaka isn't sure when his face started heating up to the point of nuclear, but he's definitely well aware of it by the time kuroo stops speaking. ]
Don't say such embarrassing things, [ he grouses, but he doesn't bother to clarify what "thing" he considers embarrassing. (all of it. the answer is all of it.) the simple tees kuroo has such an affinity for provide no easy source of anchorage for nisaka to properly hoist himself, but he makes do with what fabric he can grab a hold of anyway, twisting on a knee on the bed so that in the next (clumsy) second, he's effectively straddled his best friend's lap.
he takes care to perch low enough on kuroo's lap not to be completely reckless, but there's definitely no misreading his intent with this particular move. he may or may not have dared himself to do it; to be sure, he wants this too, but he knows it would have taken him another decade to get anywhere if he didn't force himself to take initiative like this now.
[ Kuroo doesn't realize he's said anything for a long moment, the words just coming out with an exhale, because his head is reeling with the oh-shit-ness of it all. Nisaka just slung a leg over his lap and is now sitting in his lap, looking down at him with kiss bruised lips that are practically begging to be kissed again, with mussed up hair and hot eyes and the unmistakable signs of a person who would like very much to get in some way hot and heavy with his best friend.
Kuroo isn't sure if he should pinch himself or put his hand to his nose to check for bleeding. It's then that he seems to realize he's spoken, and his hands come up to anchor on either side of Nisaka's hips as he nods an affirmative. ] Yeah.
[ He doesn't know how far this is going to go, exactly, or even if it will actually go anywhere past a bit of clumsy grinding given how much of a hair-trigger Kuroo feels right now.. but he's ready for it, whatever it is.
He leans up to kiss Nisaka again, struck suddenly by how their size difference - both in height and width - feels so much less when they are kissing, when Kuroo's eyes are closed and all he has to focus on is the feeling of the warm skin of Nisaka's back through his shirt. ]
[ he feels a flare of regret the second it hits them both just how drastic and bold nisaka's gesture had been. the urge to crawl into the darkest hole and die there is strong, but before he can even think to move away and take it all back, a pair of strong hands made rougher from a summer's worth of intensive sports training's got him weighted down. he's keenly aware of the fact his hips are just a few inches short of being flush with kuroo's, and he's a little dizzy from how much his mind oscillates between the desire to scoot closer and discover if there's something to find there, or slide back until he's falling on the ground and can blame a broken hip on his sudden inability to process anything properly.
they're kissing again, and nisaka is left to wonder why they had waited so long to do this. kissing is definitely amazing and kuroo knows what he's doing. nisaka's positive all he's doing is stumbling along, attempting to catch up, but he hopes his sloppiness and inexperience is made up for by his enthusiasm, hands slipping up over broad shoulders before finally burying into those thick tufts of wild hair he can never make sense of. he quickly finds his new favorite thing to do is suck on that pouty lower lip of kuroo's only to leave delicate little marks with his teeth. kuroo's skin flushes so easily there, and it leaves nisaka wondering where else in kuroo's body he gets so pink and swollen and
oh fuck it. he can feel his thighs clench and seize up from his meager restraint; he's gone this far, what's a few more inches? the shuffling itself seems louder than he would have liked it to be, all bedsheets and jeans disagreeing with each other. but soon enough he has nothing else to think of but the fact he's sitting on kuroo, he's sitting on kuroo, he's sitting on kuroo, he's sitting on kuroo. the faint pressure and friction between them is enough to draw out a startled moan from his lips, too sharp to have any hope of being buried between their lips. he guesses this is how he dies. oh well. he lived a good life, he supposes. rip. ]
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but he can't really help the way his teenage mind stumbles on that very last bit, tripping right into the gutter. on what kuroo says without really saying. it can't be wishful thinking at this point, right? it can't be.
his entire expression blanks, gaze almost faraway. dazed. ]
...Are you telling me you got a boner while sleeping next to me?
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Look, I've already told you I like you, and you looked so much different than you did when you left, and you changed in front of me, and what you were wearing-- [ He sounds like he's trying to blame Nisaka for his boner now which... isn't exactly false but also isn't what he's trying to do here. ]
Yeah, okay? I just don't want you to think I'm.. coming onto you or whatever, or that I'm in this to get something back. Trust me, I've gone this long with my right hand, I don't need to fuck up a chance like this for the sake of something more.
[ He's got the good grace to look embarrassed now; there's a flush creeping round his face, burning his ears red and tinting his cheeks. Even his shoulders are blushing. He also can't meet Nisaka's gaze. ]
So if you wanna sleepover more, like we used to before I stopped offering because it.. because I got weird... then you're welcome to.
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for more than a handful of seconds, he tries to summon up some kind of response. his vision blurs and clears like stepping out of a fog, but it's only when he notices how kuroo avoids his eye that he finds the words. the very same words he'd had to swallow back not that long ago, back in the park. ]
...I kissed you.
[ it's a quiet thing, said in such a tiny voice, yet somehow it echoes in the room like they're in some kind of canyon or cave. he can hear his breathing rattling against his chest. ]
The weekend before you left for camp, when you slept over? [ it was their last hurrah before the split; kuroo had to catch the monday morning's earliest bus, and his mother had insisted on spending the last night with her son. they'd spent that saturday staying up as late as they could, watching b-movies, getting sick on sour gummies and popcorn. ]
You were asleep, and I kissed you.
[ nisaka can still remember the way a sliver of moonlight fell across kuroo's face that evening, like it was highlight his lips, gently parted on deep, slumbering breaths. he had spent twenty whole minutes just staring, battling with his common sense and his deepest desires. the kiss itself wasn't anything special, a mere pressing of their mouths, but his lips had burned all night since, and still tingled in the morning when he woke. ]
If anyone has to apologize here, it's me. [ his lips twist into something of a wry smile, just as he reaches out to touch his fingertips to kuroo's wrist. ]
I'm sorry for ruining our first kiss.
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One of Kuroo's hands goes to his mouth, fingers against his lips like he can feel Nisaka's lips there still, wide eyes staring at him in disbelief... because no matter how shell shocking the confession, Kuroo's heart still stumbles over believing that this is real and happening to him.
When Nisaka touches his wrist Kuroo lifts his hand on impulse, fingers tracing against the other boys palm, a helpless smile blossoming on his face. ]
It's okay. [ He lets out a breathless little laugh, because really there's no need to apologise nor any need to forgive. Kuroo messed up what has turned out to be their second one, after all. ] Looks like we've got a problem with mutual kisses, huh?
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it's enough to make him a little dizzy with delirium. lightheaded like after you step off a roller-coaster, and you can't quite make out which is up and down for the first few seconds. nisaka feels happy and warm and... just a little bit more brave. ]
Guess so...
[ he takes another step forward, closing the distance between them to less than a foot now. this close, he can look up and notice the finger lines in kuroo's face. how much angular he's become, and broader where it counts. he's gorgeous, just like he's always been. but this time, he doesn't seem quite so out of reach. ]
What do you want to do about it?
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So he stops resisting. He takes hold of that hand he's toying with, laces their fingers and pulls Nisaka that last step forward with it. Their lips come together again in a movement that's soft and measured, not denying an inch of how badly Kuroo wants this but with none of the messy haste he'd shown before; he wants to make that romantic fantasy a reality, raises his hand to Nisaka's cheek and cups it, willing him to understand and feel how much this means. ]
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he sighs happily into the kiss, even though it's quickly swallowed up by the lewd sounds of their lips and tongue meeting, again and again. in his chest he feels light and airy, like every dark and stormy thing he'd been clinging onto has released. it's already so easy to fall into this and forget everything else; he doesn't hear the footsteps that come up the stairs, doesn't notice the other presence just ten feet away until he hears a sharp knock on the closed door. purposefully louder than kuroo's mother has ever made one before.
he rips away from kuroo with an obscene, wet sound, his face flushed, lips bright red and raw. he's swallowing his gasps for air, trying to mute himself while he listens to the woman's muffled message.
apparently his mother has called, wanting to know if he intends to stay the night. ]
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Or at least until Nisaka draws away with that sound that stalls Kuroo's reactions from firing back up and gives his brain pause enough in it's start up that he's torn between focusing on the reason why Nisaka pulled away or focusing on the blood rushing south of him and his sudden desperation to repair their kiss.
His mothers voice does a pretty stellar job of setting his priorities in order though. Like he's been struck by an electric current Kuroo is suddenly opening the door just enough to peek through, doing his best to look normal despite his flushed face and glossy lips - it's cold outside, he tells his mother, which is hard to believe considering it's still late summer, but Kuroo points out that the grass banks let a lot of wind through and that wind is still cold. She asks if everything is okay, Kuroo nods in what he seems to think is a casual way, then repeats her question. Kuroo looks at Nisaka but essentially answers yes for him. Once she's gone, Kuroo shuts the door and leans against it with a relieved expression. What he's relieved about is unclear since he might as well have just given her an account of their activities in written form, but....
He looks at Nisaka after a moment of pause, able to feel the tension palpably in the air and suddenly concerned about it getting weird, so he does what he does best and diffuses it. ]
Oh, I forgot to tell you. We're in a teen coming of age series. The whole mom-almost-walks-in thing is a classic. That was all scripted.
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it's all very disgusting, really.
by the time kuroo's closing the door again and leaning himself on the door, nisaka has exactly two seconds to think, oh, i've had that fantasy too, before he's prompted for some sort of response. ]
I guess I should just be happy it happened while we're still clothed.
[ if he had any inclination to feel embarrassed or ashamed about that particular comment (and the implications therein) he makes no indication of it. or rather, his face is still so red, lips still parting around breaths he's struggling to regulate. the anxious fiddling he'd been doing while kuroo managed to maintain that brief conversation with his mother still persists in the way he tugs on the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric down across his chest.
he looks around again, as if kuroo's dirty gym bag might somehow have the answer for what he's supposed to do or say next. ]
You kiss really well.
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The soft compliment snaps him out of it, and in breakneck speed Kuroo goes from a predator to a teenage boy, bashful over a compliment and brimming over with eagerness to show off his skills even more. He raises a hand to scratch his cheek, something he hasn't done for literal years but he's too busy being flustered to be embarrassed about it. ]
I do? You think so?
[ He smiles kind of goofily, and can't meet Nisaka's gaze, so he ends up fixing his eyes instead on the untucked corner of his bed sheets. ]
I mean. You do too. So that probably helped.
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He's seen his best friend laugh and smile before, obviously, when they've watched comedy shows or told each other ridiculous stories or bantered in that ridiculous way close friends do when their conversation is more stupid noises and voices than anything with actual substance... but this is the first time that Kuroo has felt allowed to let his gaze linger, has felt like he can watch without feeling guilty afterwards. He's forgotten his overeager teenage hormones, has forgotten the confused directions his blood is pooling in, and when he meets Nisaka's gaze again he looks like he's lost in some sort of dream. So lost, in fact, that he doesn't even bother to reel it in any. ]
We could practice some more. [ He says without a missing a beat, because it's clearly what they both want. ] Uh, away from the door.
[ He puts his hand on the doorknob, pushing the button on it inwards to lock it. The click seems extremely loud for some reason, but Kuroo doesn't care. ]
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You're gonna have to.. tell me if you wanna stop. [ This is both Kuroo confessing to the fact that he's not sure he's going to be able to ever stop kissing Nisaka once he stops, and also that he'll have no idea how to read his best friend once they're actually kissing. He's confessing to this with bright red ears and a pink face, which is making the serious warning seem more like a flustered confession from an emotionally overwhelmed goober, but.. Nisaka probably doesn't mind, right? ] Uncle won't work so, uh. Punch me in the arm or push me away or something, okay?
[ Before he's given Nisaka chance to respond and even before gets his ass on the bed he's kissing Nisaka again, locking their lips together then prying his open, tongue delving into his mouth and drinking in the taste and feel of his best friends mouth with a fair amount more awareness than last time, but also a great deal more ease as now there's no chance of uninvited interruptions of any kind to stop them and their.. ahem.. practising. ]
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The noises coming from Nisaka and the lips closing around his don't help any, because the combination assaults Kuroo's senses with mental images of Nisaka's little pink tongue and his flushed face, of the faint line of his collar bone through his thin sleep shirt and those hands tugging at the hem, pulling it down across his lap... Phew. He feels like he needs another walk outside at this rate.
He doesn't even realise he's been making noises until he draws away from Nisaka for air and interrupts a gasp coming from his own mouth with a low groan of frustration at his own capacity. Had those moaning sounds been coming from him? Had they been loud? Shit. Sorry mom.
He licks his lips, looking over Nisaka's face for a moment as though looking for a green light, and then sealing their kiss again moments later. He feels like he should explain himself, explain what he's experiencing.. but that would require both him to be aware of what it is, exactly, that he's experiencing and also enough willpower not to continue to kiss him. Kuroo is weak to the latter of course. ]
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Shit. [ Kuroo breathes out accidentally, just because this is a lot and it's so good and Kuroo is terrified of saying what's on his mind - no, I don't care, I just want it now, whatever it is - but is also terrified of holding back for fear that it'll get to a point where he can't.
He closes his eyes, licks his lips (which doesn't really help because all he can taste there is Nisaka), and exhales a forcibly slow breath before looking at his... at Nisaka again. ]
I feel like I should take you on a date or something first, you know? I feel kind of bad I'm not.. doing this properly, but.. [ His eyes flick down, landing somewhere around Nisaka's waist before flitting back up again. ] But I.. [ His gaze has landed on Nisaka's mouth, his glistening lips and his worried expression, and Kuroo exhales again like it's the only way he's maintaining self composure. ]
But I don't think I can wait that long.
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[ Kuroo doesn't realize he's said anything for a long moment, the words just coming out with an exhale, because his head is reeling with the oh-shit-ness of it all. Nisaka just slung a leg over his lap and is now sitting in his lap, looking down at him with kiss bruised lips that are practically begging to be kissed again, with mussed up hair and hot eyes and the unmistakable signs of a person who would like very much to get in some way hot and heavy with his best friend.
Kuroo isn't sure if he should pinch himself or put his hand to his nose to check for bleeding. It's then that he seems to realize he's spoken, and his hands come up to anchor on either side of Nisaka's hips as he nods an affirmative. ] Yeah.
[ He doesn't know how far this is going to go, exactly, or even if it will actually go anywhere past a bit of clumsy grinding given how much of a hair-trigger Kuroo feels right now.. but he's ready for it, whatever it is.
He leans up to kiss Nisaka again, struck suddenly by how their size difference - both in height and width - feels so much less when they are kissing, when Kuroo's eyes are closed and all he has to focus on is the feeling of the warm skin of Nisaka's back through his shirt. ]
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they're kissing again, and nisaka is left to wonder why they had waited so long to do this. kissing is definitely amazing and kuroo knows what he's doing. nisaka's positive all he's doing is stumbling along, attempting to catch up, but he hopes his sloppiness and inexperience is made up for by his enthusiasm, hands slipping up over broad shoulders before finally burying into those thick tufts of wild hair he can never make sense of. he quickly finds his new favorite thing to do is suck on that pouty lower lip of kuroo's only to leave delicate little marks with his teeth. kuroo's skin flushes so easily there, and it leaves nisaka wondering where else in kuroo's body he gets so pink and swollen and
oh fuck it. he can feel his thighs clench and seize up from his meager restraint; he's gone this far, what's a few more inches? the shuffling itself seems louder than he would have liked it to be, all bedsheets and jeans disagreeing with each other. but soon enough he has nothing else to think of but the fact he's sitting on kuroo, he's sitting on kuroo, he's sitting on kuroo, he's sitting on kuroo. the faint pressure and friction between them is enough to draw out a startled moan from his lips, too sharp to have any hope of being buried between their lips. he guesses this is how he dies. oh well. he lived a good life, he supposes. rip. ]