[ 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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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. ]