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[ by the time nisaka drifted back into consciousness the following morning, sunlight had already begun to filter in through the window of kuroo's bedroom. a strip of it fell over where his arm had been, warming him enough to rouse him, to prompt him to shift backwards on the bed into the ever warmer, but far more inviting arms of his boyfriend. they were both still naked from the previous night's activities, just a little bit sticky from where they hadn't been so diligent in cleaning off. it's in nisaka's limbs, though, that he feels the true extent of their reunion, heavy and tired but in that wonderfully i've been thoroughly fucked by my boyfriend kind of way. the thought brings a shy smile to his lips, dragging him further out of his slumber. he might have complained, if it didn't leave his chest feeling so wonderfully full.

speaking of full...

he shifts some more, making just the slightest of faces when he feels the stickiness between his legs. it's hard to believe it's only been four months since they'd last seen each other; the way they went at it the other night, you would've thought they'd been separated for years.

carefully, he turns over, eyes fluttering open to the sight of his boyfriend, still fast asleep. his smile only grows watching the other breathe, looking so wonderfully spent. gingerly, so as not to wake him, nisaka leans up to press the lightest of kisses on his cheek, meaning to just leave it at that and slip off to shower... but the moment his lips touch skin, he feels a sudden tug in his chest, aching for more. he shouldn't, really... kuroo's been working hard all semester, he deserves to sleep in during his weekends... but the more he stares at the other, the more he just wants to touch, to taste—

a sudden thought strikes him. feeling a flutter of excitement in his gut, he gently plucks up the blankets haphazardly strewn around their waists. after carefully extracting himself from the other's arms, he shimmies down the length of kuroo's body and

well.

🍆💦 ]

[ Dreaming after a night like that is like wading through syrup, thick and slow, deep and lingering.. He's so used to waking up early that the morning light half wakes him, but curled up at his side is his soft, snoozing boyfriend.. which is more than enough to have him dozing again in moments.. He doesn't wake for some time, not until long after his mind has run away with him, half dreams and half daydreams about his aforementioned boyfriend.. How excited he'd been to see Nisaka sitting there waiting for him in that bar he'd previously been so disinterested in, how having his arm around his small waist was like coming back to a warm house after a cold walk, how he'd never thought he'd stop looking at him, touching him, feeling that thrumming excitement over him being really here, here, at last... and yet how sleep had come so easy, exhausted as they were when they'd finally finished.

And then his thoughts wander to that... to having Nisaka under him, mewling and red-mouthed, of pushing his hand into his hair and pulling back in a tight fist, of the steady smack of their hips together, of feeling wet between Nisaka's thighs and his own fingers--

Wet.

Kuroo blinks bleary eyes up at the ceiling of his bedroom, the light through the window almost blinding him for a second, dazzling him before his sensations can really take hold of whats happening. When they do, he redirects his attention downward, breath rattling out of him till his chest is empty, only for him to gasp his lungs full again. ]

Nisaka... fuck. [ He laughs, breathless, a hand sliding through his fringe as the top of his spine arches in trickling pleasure, and his head falls back. ] Last night wasn't enough for you?

[ the smaller boy's response is a lofty hum, syllables muffled around the thickening cock in his mouth. he'd felt kuroo stirring awake seconds before, but paid it no mind and only continues his relentless lapping, one hand curled possessively around the very base of his shaft to hold him aloft. his head moves steadily beneath the weight and pressure of kuroo's hand in his head, mapping out the outline of his dick, standing proudly now in full attention.

when he finally draws his head away enough to speak, the sound his lips and tongue make when parting from the heated skin is lewd and slick, but not nearly as lewd as the sound he makes when he licks his lips next.

in his eyes are still the faint vestiges of sleep, which only serve to make the sultry look he sends kuroo's way seem that much more surreal, ethereal. as if he were moving in a daze, possessed by something he had no chance of fighting back against. ]

We have four months to make up for, [ is what he finally, properly responds with. he shifts to prop up on his knees a little better, but the lifting of his ass is nothing but perfunctory. ] Try to keep up, old man.

[ Kuroo hisses as he opens an eye he wasn't aware he'd closed and watches Nisaka's progress along his cock. His mouth is wet and pliant, and that sinful little hum sent vibrations down the length of him that coil deep below his belly, making him breathless already. He's so hard, he's almost surprised by it, but then it's never exactly been difficult around Nisaka, especially not when he's as touch starved as he is.

It seems like Nisaka is playing it up, for sure; that gorgeous popping sound as his lips released him and left wet trails of saliva stringing between them, that wanton little sound, that slow burning fire tucked away behind his lidded eyes.... It's one of those rare times when Kuroo feels pinned by all these jabs to his most sensitive parts, to all the parts that make him desperate and weak... although his hand does tighten just a little in Nisaka's hair, tugging the strands both to chastise him for being sassy but also, subtly, to remind him of how Kuroo had overpowered him the night before. Light retribution, that's all. ]

Ah- Keep up...? [ He grins, but it's hard to make it as pinched and cool as it normally is when Nisaka's hand is clutching his base like he owns it, making Kuroo want to bend to his will whatever the request may be-- Kuroo stifles that thought with the hand in Nisaka's hair. He slides it up, closer to the crown of his head, then forces his boyfriends mouth down over the head and shaft of his cock. ] ..I'll do my best.

[ you would think after the year they've been together, nisaka would have known better than to tickle a sleeping tiger. then again, that's sort of the reaction he wanted, to see the man's eyes flare up in passion like they normally only would while on the court, despite the faint flutter of mourning in nisaka's chest as he's coaxed down, already missing the brief moment of dominance over the other.

his lips fold into a frown around kuroo's thick girth, but he complies without any other protest. sure, his brows furrow, and he's looking through his thick, long lashes up at the older man like a child deprived of a treat, but there's no arguing he isn't being sufficiently distracted with his new task. hand tightening into a firmer fist, he starts to bob his head up along the length of his boyfriend's dick, flattening his tongue only to curl it around the underside of that fat head.

he lets out another moan, this time low and appreciative, knowing how the sound will vibrate along kuroo's most sensitive nerves. just like the night before, he moves with a sense of urgency, a hunger, stroking and sucking and licking wherever he can to get his boyfriend's head tipping back in bliss once more. ]

[ Kuroo loves it when Nisaka is dominant too, of course, only willing to give up the position he's usually so comfortable in for him and him alone... but it's the fight he enjoys the most, the retaliations to Kuroo's pushes and pokes that gets him going. So that petulant look on Nisaka's face, the almost silent warning of exactly the relentless effort he's going to make to make Kuroo lose his mind.. that's what has him shuddering as Nisaka tightens his hand and works his dick with all the confidence he should have after all the time they've spent together. Four months hasn't made him lose his touch, but it has made Kuroo's cock over sensitive and quick to get going, so just moments of the combined feeling of Nisaka's mouth and hand has the smile knocked from his face, mouth opening instead on a shuddering gasp. ]

Nisaka-- [ He murmurs between those devilish laps of his boyfriend's little pink tongue, the one it drives him crazy to watch. He has to tip his head back then, has to let his eyes slide shut because if he watches his progress for even another second he might embarrass himself by coming early.. and the last thing he wants is to cut this short. ]

C'mon. [ He doesn't tilt his head up, but his other hand comes out to slide into Nisaka's hair alongside his first... but this one softly caresses his cheek, fingers tracing the shell of his ear where his lips might stray were he any closer to his mouth.. ] Hah... Let me touch you..

[ it's all about picking your battles, knowing the right time to push or pull... they haven't been together for very long (or is a year really the pleasant eternity it's felt like?), so sometimes there's missteps, but in learning how to dance with each other, they get better, too, at knowing just how to make the other sing. so when he feels the tender touches along his jaw, hears the strain creeping into kuroo's voice — he finds his opening

his lips slide off of kuroo's dick with another lewd pop!, lips red and swollen from his enthusiasm. ]

No, [ he answers plainly, shimmying a little further down, further out of kuroo's reach. with his free hand he plucks both of his boyfriend's hands from his hair, settling each one down on either side of kuroo's spread legs. his head dips back down again, but rather than take him in again, nisaka drags his wet tongue down the entire underside of kuroo's shaft... and further still, tickling at soft, sensitive skin. ]

Earn it.

[ The movement of Nisaka retracting his mouth - that pop, the shift backwards - though arousing are so shocking to Kuroo that his eyes snap open and he moves to prop himself up to stare down at Nisaka better... Although immediately the winding coil in his belly makes him wish he hadn't.

There's something horribly, disgustingly arousing about Nisaka denying him what he wants, at being told where to put his hands and how to behave. Though he's bigger and could easily overpower Nisaka if he wanted to (which, honestly, he kind of always does) he obediently keeps his hands where Nisaka left them, though not without restraint, hands flexing into fists like they've suddenly been strapped down by invisible cuffs. A product of that torturous tongue trailing further south, surely.

He bites at his lip to keep in a particularly desperate sound bubbling up in his throat, eyebrows tensing just a little from the effort it's taking to maintain his cool. Nisaka had told him to earn it, and earn it he very much intends to do, but he'd rather have it wrenched from him by Nisaka's tongue, fingers, anything, rather than go overboard just to get what he wants.

Though, he has to admit, Nisaka is already doing a wonderful job of getting him there. ]

[ it so rarely happens that when it does, when nisaka actually gets the upper hand, it's a rush for them both. exciting in its novelty, thrilling in its tenuous nature, how he could lose his gaining at any second.

and thus he endeavors never to let a second waste.

he takes special care to pay attention to kuroo's sounds, his breathing. keeps a hand wrapped tight around his thick cock, gently pumping to keep the stimulation constant as his tongue traces idle patterns along his skin, leaving wet trails wherever he goes.

curiously, he goes even lower, the very tip of his pink tongue tentatively wiggling over a puckered hole, ears keen for any sign of discomfort or refusal... ]

[ Kuroo's breathing is uneven, haggard, permeated by whimpers that get caught in his throat, threatening to escape with every flicker of Nisaka's tongue. It's almost teasing it's so slight, so wet and so very much not a hard or constant touch of pressure like Kuroo is used to when he touches himself. Sure, he knows what he likes, but Nisaka knows how to wind him up slowly, how to draw it out and open his eyes to all the possibilities that turn him on... though, Kuroo is almost certain that these touches would be more frustrating than arousing were Nisaka not here to perform them.

He presses his lips together at the final destination of his boyfriend's tongue, because if he didn't he'd definitely be making an enemy of his neighbour. The moan that threatens to rip from him surges in his chest with each movement against him, body suddenly molten hot and yearning for more, more, more-- ]

More.

[ He doesn't even realise he's spoken till it's too late, till he's gasping as Nisaka's tongue flicks over somewhere sensitive again, and he nods helplessly. ] More. Please.

[ nisaka feels a dizzying wave of arousal sweep over him, kuroo sounding so wrecked, begging for it. he tries not to get too distracted, tries to push away the throbbing pulse of need coming from his own cock, so impossibly hard against the sheets. eagerly, he presses on, letting his tongue grow bolder, switching from gentle laps to insistent presses, working kuroo open like the other man has done to himself many times before.

he free hand shifts, curling lightly along kuroo's hard, muscled thigh. his fingers tracing closer to where his legs meet.

panting, he lifts his head from his work just so he can look up at the other, thumb creeping close enough to rub small circles over that sensitive spot. ]

Tell me what you want.

Edited 2018-02-02 23:35 (UTC)

[ Nisaka really hadn't been kidding when he'd told him to keep up. He hadn't expected to be woken up by his boyfriends lips on his cock, but even more so he definitely hadn't expected it to escalate to Nisaka's tongue fucking him open. He supposes he wasn't the only one with a dirty mind driven mad by their four months apart.

The hand on his thigh moves soft, its touch registering almost gentle or affectionate with Kuroo and encouraging a warm sensation to blossom in his chest... but then he feels the unmistakable sensation of a digit circling his entrance and all the warmth takes a nosedive toward lust, pooling in his hips. ]

Fuck-- [ Well, it's not far from the truth, but he knows that's not what Nisaka wants to hear. His ears are ringing with the sound of his boyfriend being demanding, so Kuroo knows he can't disappoint now.

He leans his head up again to meet Nisaka's gaze, eyes full of an unmistakable firey want, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open as he pants.. then, half a plea and half a demand: ] I want you to fuck me open. Please.

[ his breath shudders in his chest, caught there over the sight and sound of his boyfriend. a little more than a year, and still kuroo somehow manages to steal his breath with just a look, just a word. nisaka doesn't know if he'll ever get used to it; or if he'll ever grow tired of it.

tenderly, he presses a kiss to the sensitive part of kuroo's inner thigh. this would be a first, and nisaka is well aware of what it means to have this kind of trust placed in his hands. he's determined to ensure kuroo not regret his choice.

after all, doesn't he owe the man for all the other times he's made him feel so good? ]

I'll take care of you, [ he promises, voice so soft it may not have even been said at all.

next second he's dipping his head low again, swiping his tongue across that puckered entrance, getting it nice and wet for his slender thumb to worm and wriggle itself in. just as the digit presses past that initial resistance, he slides his lips down low over the length of the other man's cock, assaulting him from all angles. ]

[ God, it's too much. He marvells in the wake of Nisaka's words, mind only vaguely able to consider how their approaches differ - while Kuroo's words during times like this are as dirty and lewd as he can possibly make them in order to achieve maximum arousal both in him and his partner, the words that fall from Nisaka's mouth are full of emotion and a tenderness Kuroo hadn't been expecting, and yet they gain a similar if not heightened level of arousal in Kuroo... one that he's almost embarrassed by, going from a solid 3 to at least an 8 on the arousal scale all from five little words.

Kuroo's brain and heart are caught between muddled emotions. The kiss had been so delicate and affectionate, matching Nisaka's sweet murmured words but then shattered by the sensation of an eager tongue, careful fingers at his entrance and a wet mouth on his cock. Kuroo is weak to all of it, softened and then ruined, he can't do a single thing to quiet the groan-turned-moan that rips out of his chest at the feeling. His hands, still obediently at either side of his hips, spread wide to ball fists in the sheet beneath them, knuckles white and toes curling at the entirely foreign sensation Nisaka is offering him.

Kuroo is quite experienced with himself, has explored nearly every avenue there is to explore when it comes to his own body, but this.. Nisaka's tongue against him and then his mouth on him while fingers pry him open is, of course, something he can't do alone, and the alien nature of it all is probably the most staggering thing about it. ]

..F-Feels good-- [ He manages to say, body twitching slightly, shaking with the want for something, anything, even if it's just more of this. ]

[ in contrast, nisaka has never done this to another before, fingers only ever knowing the intimate spots of his own insides, usually during a particularly lonely night, or whenever he's feeling a little frisky, forcing kuroo to watch as he pleasured himself. he knows what he likes, of course, but he's careful to pay attention to even the slightest hint of what the other would, digit curiously probing, working itself in deeper as he draws more and more of the other man's cock into his mouth.

as if he'd planned it, he gets his finger buried to the knuckle just as the fat tip of kuroo's length bumps against the very back of his throat. he hums, then swallows, working a little more in as he can. there's still room left for his other hand to stroke along the base of him, but eventually that hand slips away, smoothing over to kuroo's other thigh to gently caress the soft skin there, the gestures a stark contrast to the purposeful curving and coiling of the finger buried deep within. ]

[ The feeling of the head of his cock bumping the back of Nisaka's throat is enough to have Kuroo whining, but the gentle hand tracing across his thigh makes his heart swell and hammer frantically against his ribs, torn between hiding his face and flushing or tipping his head back and moaning so loud his neighbours will definitely have no doubt that his boyfriend has come to visit... If they don't already know that after the previous night.

Nisaka is definitely doing it on purpose; juxtaposing the deliciously disgusting things his mouth and fingers are doing to Kuroo against the soft and tender progress of his other hand against Kuroo's skin, producing goose flesh and making him shiver with want and emotion and a host of other things he doesn't have the brain power currently to name. Kuroo is certain of it, and that only makes it all the more appealing, to know that Nisaka has his number so succinctly that he's caught on to what these soft touches do to him, and now can use them to his advantage whenever the whim takes him.

Kuroo's head tips back, hands practically clawing at the sheets by this point. Nisaka is so close to where Kuroo would hook his finger forwards inside himself to find that spot, so nearly there and yet miles away, and Kuroo is so desperate that words seem to have failed him-- he keens, mewling like an overgrown kitten instead of a very aroused fully grown man, thighs tensing under Nisaka's tender touch and the assault on his libido. ]

..re-- [ He groans through biting his lip, gritting his teeth, panting through his nose. ] ...More.

[ he's so close, nisaka realizes. from the way kuroo is reacting, he has to be. deep in his own veins he feels a similar tug, aching for the same sensation kuroo's shifting hips and whining voice are chasing after. his fingers push deeper, curl and press, trying his best, hoping he remembers right, trying to recall the way it feels whenever the other man does it.

his lips pop off of kuroo's cock once more, the lewd, wet sound accompanied by a sharp gasp. his lungs burn, raw-red lips parted open in shallow, desperate pants. he drags his tongue along the entire length of him, not wanting to leave his cock unattended for long, letting his tongue trace where he knows his boyfriend to be his most sensitive.

eventually, his hand slips from kuroo's thigh, but only so it can slide across the bunched sheets and worm its way to threading fingers through the other's, wanting to feel the restraint and strain his boyfriend is going through. he gives a light squeeze of comfort, affectionate and reassuring. ]

[ The beckoning sensation of Nisaka's fingers pushed up deep and precise inside him is so perfect, so close to being exactly where he needs it that Kuroo loses all control over everything but the motion of his hips and the quivering of his muscles as his body tries to drink Nisaka in deeper.

When Nisaka takes his hand he squeezes back, able to recognise the reassuring comfort but unable to take it in as desperation clouds everything, making the tensing of his fingers more a plea than a response. He looks up, intending to reinforce that with the heated look in his eyes... but the shift that looking up requires pushes Nisaka's in a slightly different angle, just slightly to the left, and it sends sparks flying behind Kuroo's eyes. Nisaka is flushed, open mouthed, wet and watching him.. and Kuroo bucks his hips against the pressure of that finger pressed right up where he likes it- thinner fingers than his own making the sensation more concentrated, more intense.... ]

Fuck--! [ His body tenses and then shudders violently as his spine arches back, hips rising up in a perfect grind against Nisaka's hand. He comes fast and hard, white strings streaking up his stomach and chest, though he can't bring himself to care much. It feels too good to have Nisaka inside him like this, to feel their hands wrapped together, to know he's watching every inch of what he's done to Kuroo with a desperate strain between his own legs... ] Nisaka...!

[ nisaka feels it first — that pivotal moment when kuroo's entire body seems to go ramrod straight, like the finally tightening of a rubber band right before it snaps in half. he leans back, watching in mute fascination as the man's powerful body gives into his impulses and desires, as something he does makes him become some utterly undone.

by the end of it, nisaka feels his throat has gone dry. he's reminded of his own thirst, what was once an absent nagging in the back of his mind now an insistent tug in the pool of his gut. he makes a soft, comforting sound — almost like a coo — and gives kuroo's hand a gentle squeeze as his other hand finally slips away. with that hand free, he is able to reach down between his own legs, finally fold a palm around himself. sucking in a breath, he holds it until he's climbed up onto his knees, and moved to straddle with to other. he grants the man a full, front-row view as he begins to hastily stroke himself, already so close after hearing all the pleasure the other has gone through. ]

[ Kuroo's afterglow sets in like syrup again, heavy and warm on his chest, dragging his eyelids down as he waits for his pulse to settle and for his breathing to come down... But Nisaka isn't giving him time to let it rest fully, because he slides his fingers out and soon after there are soft thighs across him, Nisaka's weight on him.. He swallows, then opens his eyes.

...Nisaka's hair is falling in his eyes, his cheeks hot and red, his mouth wet and open and god, it's an assault to have his boyfriend look so good, be so hot and so perfect and focused entirely on him.... ]

Yeah.. [ Kuroo says, voice breathless and hoarse, eyes trained on Nisaka's face. He can see the movement of his palm in his periphery. He doesn't need to watch that, he wants to watch what touching Kuroo has done to him, he wants to see Nisaka fall apart here, for him. His free hand goes to Nisaka's thigh, large hand squeezing his pale skin. ] Like that.. You look so good...

[ nisaka's whimper is sharp, tapering softly into a keening moan. the simple touch on his thigh has his hips jerking into the tight circle of his fist, movements erratic and desperate. ]

Kuroo, [ he pants, ] c-close...

[ he'd already been close earlier, since the older man had encouraged him to bury a finger deep inside. it doesn't take much more than a couple more thrusts, a few quick strokes—

and soon enough he's coming all over kuroo's chest, his own hand, some thick streams splattering over his lower stomach as his head falls back and his mouth falls open on a silent scream. ]

[ Never once does Kuroo look at Nisaka's hand, just his face, his eyes, watching the heat in them as he gets closer and closer.. Then finally as he comes beautifully, arching like something out of a dream and Kuroo can't help but touch him. He slides the hand on Nisaka's thigh upwards, thumb pressing into his hip bone, mouth dropping open in a gasp as he watches, unable to look away.]

Mm, fuck.. Yeah. [ He's wiped and it shows, expression turning softer as he watches Nisaka succumb to feeling, watches orgasm take him and leave him till he's left soft and malleable in Kuroo's hands.

He chuckles, but it's an affectionate sound. ]

Good morning...

[ it feels like it takes him a decade before he finally feels his body stop thrumming, vibrating like a piece of wire that'd been plucked. with a nearly violent shudder, he slumps back down to stretch out over kuroo's front. his head finds its place tucked against the slope of a broad shoulder, face turned inward so he can puff soft breaths over the older man's collarbone. ]

Mm, [ he echoes, voice feeling thick, like molasses. ] G'night...

[ unlike the athlete beneath him, nisaka is only more than happy to sleep in till noon, maybe even well into the afternoon, especially considering how wonderfully spent he feels now. his bones feel like they could rest for years. ]

[ Kuroo watches his boyfriend go weak, sluggish, fall face first like there's no energy left in him.. and he can't help but let out another affectionate chuckle. ]

Nisaka.. gross, I'm a mess, don't-- [ Is he already asleep? Kuroo is reluctant to move him, if only because Nisaka curled up on his chest and breathing steady against his neck is a particular favourite of his, one that makes his heart feel like it's quivering in place with overflowing emotion... But he knows he probably should, or they're going to wake up to a bigger mess later on.

He swipes his fingers up the concave of Nisaka's spine, up between his shoulder blades and further, into his hair. ]

C'mon, let me at least clean you up, hm?

[ a low murmur meets kuroo's question, and some idle snuggling closer. ]

Mm, later.

[ cleaning up, while practical, seems like way too much effort right now. especially not when kuroo's body is so warm and inviting. it's been four months; nisaka has been deprived of his favorite pillow. ]

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