[ 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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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.