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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[ 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.