[ 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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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. ]