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Please let me go, please hold me
Please let me go, please hold me, ah
My body burns because of you
My heart is thirsty because of you, like a fever...
Even if I push you away, my insides are burning
Even when it becomes ash, it burns again...
I want to suffer from you...
Don't stop.
Kenma didn't want to be at practice right now. Like- he really didn't wanna be there. He was about ten minutes away from smacking the shit out of Tora who was currently talking his fucking ear off while they took a water break. Luckily, he only had to be in this goddamn gym for seven more minutes.
He didn't want to get out of bed this morning, he didn't want to eat breakfast, he certainly did not want to go to his classes, and he has never wanted to die more in his entire life.
Did he add that he didn't want to come to school today? But of course, his sadistic, annoying, beautiful, and shitty boyfriend had to drag him to school. At least he didn't have to do anything in morning practice.
He really didn't wanna be here.
Kenma was about to fucking lose it. Why couldn't Yamamoto just stay quiet? It wasn't that hard. All he had to do was not talk
Kenma could feel the frustration and anger pilling up and all it would take was a little more for him to finally snap-
Between one breath and the other, Kenma had slapped Tora's right cheek, effectively shutting him up. Like he wanted
The force of the slap made his face turn the other way and when Tora turned his head back, his mouth was hanging open
"Wha- wha... Kyanma! What was that for?!"
Kenma just shrugged and continued to drink as if he had done nothing at all
On the other side of the gym, Kuroo and Yaku watched the encounter
"Do you know what's wrong with your boyfriend today? He's being so..."
"Aggressive? Angry? Annoying?" Kuroo narrowed his eyes before rolling them, "He's been acting like that since this morning."
Yaku sighed and started rolling the volleyball in his hand around, leaning against the wall, "Well, make him stop, it's pissing me off."
"I've been trying to do that all day, do you think he listens to me or something?"
The dirty blonde snorted, tossing the ball in the bin with the rest of them, "Fair point, fair point."
Both of them looked up when the coach announced that practice was officially over and ordered them to go home, flicking Inuoka and Teshiro both on the forehead for asking to practice for a little longer, shoving them out the door.
Ah yes, the chaos smells so lovely today
One would think after getting his shit rocked, Yamamoto would move on and bother Kai or something, but no. He seemed hell-bent on pissing Kenma off specifically. And he appeared to be succeeding
They had both finished changing and were sat down on the bench and Yamamoto decided to wrap Lev up in his mission once he was done but Lev was more preoccupied watching Yaku having a whispered conversation with Kuroo. Kenma would've just gone home but walking home would take longer than driving and his stupid boyfriend was taking his sweet old time.
Currently, Yamamoto was getting just a tad too close to Kenma, his arm wrapped loosely around him and his head on Kenma's shoulder and the feeling of Yamamoto's hot breath right against his neck was enough to make Kenma turn around and punch him, square in the nose. It wasn't hard, Tora was just a cry baby
Yamamoto screamed, Lev screamed, Shibayama gasped, Fukunaga laughed and Teshiro whacked him over the head
"..and it's like-" Kuroo looked over his shoulder at all the noise and turned back around to take a big breath
Yaku winced, "Oh boy..."
Okay, so maybe Kenma had punched him really hard and his nose was bleeding really really bad, but he deserved it and Kenma didn't feel the tiniest bit sorry for him.
Yaku got up and walked over to look at Yamamoto's bleeding nose, telling the latter to stop crying and that he was fine. He walked Yamamoto to his locker, he had a first aid kit in his backpack because these kids were idiots
Kenma rolled his eyes and folded his arms, leaning back against the wall. Kuroo doesn't even bother moving from his spot on the floor, burying his face in his palms. Reprimanding Kenma right now would just be unnecessarily draining and counterproductive so he doesn't bother.
This kid is going to cause him premature graying
Kuroo sighed heavily as he pulled Kenma into their apartment. He didn't react much to Kenma dropping his entire weight onto the floor and looking up at him, sulking dramatically.
"Have you finished throwing your little tantrum yet?"
Kenma huffed, "You're such an asshole..."
"I didn't tell you to punch Tora, did I?"
His only response was pouting somehow more exaggeratively and shoving his face in Kuroo's knee.
Kuroo grabbed a section of Kenma's blonde fading hair down to the root, tilting his head upwards to make eye contact with him, "Did I?"
He didn't have to do anything intimidating with his voice or face, the deathly grip he had on Kenma's hair was enough to spark something unnerving in the younger adult. Also, the fact that Kenma was a pain in the ass all day and Kuroo wasn't known for being immensely patient with him so he had to have been planning something
It wasn't going to stop Kenma from being annoying or anything though
Kenma whined quietly and reached up to hold onto Kuroo's forearm, attempting to pull it off, "Let go, let go..!"
"Answer my question."
Kenma goes limp and pouty again, "No.."
Kuroo hums and lets him go, "Right. You made your choice, you face the consequences."
"You didn't have to spank me in the car, though!"
"Do you want me to compensate by spanking you again here then?"
Kenma lightly kicks at his boyfriend's shins, "Of course, not you idiot- ah!" Kenma cuts himself off with a gasp as Kuroo grabbed his hair again, tugging it just a little harder
His facial expression is still neutral but it holds more anger and irritation than before, "I don't understand what your problem is today, I get that sometimes you wake up with the urge to be pissy but that's not an excuse to hit, bite, and kick people." he pulls the grip on Kenma's hair impossibly harder
Kenma pushes back the cry that has the balls to crawl up his throat and covers his glossy eyes with a glare, "Don't tell me what to do, I'm an adult-"
"Please comprehend that I am above you, physically and otherwise. So I make the rules and lowlife people like you follow them." he smiles deceivingly and Kenma almost melts
But instead, he just starts squirming and whining obnoxiously loud, "Kuro! Idiot, let me go! Ah- you're hurting me, asshole!"
"That's the point, Ken-Ken, but if you want a higher dose..." Kuroo pulled Kenma up by his hair and before he could ask, Kuroo had him turned around and landed twelve consecutive hits to Kenma's still singing red ass
And Kenma stopped breathing, didn't make a sound until after Kuroo dropped him back on the hardwood floor, only managing a small whimper
Watching him try to catch his breath, Kuroo smirked, "Kenma.."
Kenma reluctantly meets his light hazel eyes, attempting to blink away the small tears pooling behind his eyes
Kuroo bends down to Kenma's eye level and pouts mockingly, "Mm, did I hit you too hard?"
No doubt, Kuroo was asking to play with Kenma's head and tease him a little, but Kenma could tell his boyfriend was also asking to make sure he was okay
And Kenma whimpers again, muttering "I..- hate you..." under his panting
Kuroo nods patronizingly and strokes Kenma's cheek, cooing, "Aww, don't cry, angel."
"I'm not your fucking angel, I'll kill you, you dickwad-" he once again gets cut off with the air getting shot out of his lungs because of, yet again, Kuroo pulling on his hair
Kuroo only tilts his head as if he hadn't pulled Kenma's head completely backwards by his hair, "Gonna finish what you were saying, Kenma?"
"Kuro-"
"No 'Kuro', swear at me one more time, see what happens."
Kenma takes a shuddery breath and tries to hang his head, failing at it, but Kuroo lets him go soon enough with a click of his tongue
He hums smugly and presses a contrastingly soft kiss to Kenma's forehead and threads his fingers through his hair
Kenma relishes in it for a moment with his eyes closed before he grimaces and kicks his legs again, "Get away from me."
Kuroo sighs as he stands and starts walking elsewhere, "Come find me when you're done being a menace."
"God, I hate you."
"I hate you so much, you're such a fuck-ing ah..!"
Kuroo only hums, fingers still rubbing on top of Kenma's still underwear-covered (that underwear being Kuroo's) clit, "Of course, you do angel."
"Do not fucking call me that- shit!" Kenma whines loudly, his back arched and his legs shaking, "Oh my fucking- Tetsurō-"
Kuroo grinned widely, "'Tetsurō' huh?" he slapped his thigh three times, "Stop moving."
A moan drags out of Kenma's throat but he stills for a second
Kuroo basks in the pride of having Kenma laying on his stomach across his lap with Kuroo's fingers on his sex. The pride he feels from making Kenma swallow his words even if it's just for a couple seconds before he's back to being a quick-witted brat. The pride of eventually putting that brat in his place permanently
Kenma groaning loudly into the mattress of their bed pulls Kuroo out of his thoughts
"Fucking hell- Kuro!"
Kuroo huffs out a small laugh, "What happened to 'Tetsurō?'"
"Stop it!" Kenma's legs kick out and he attempts to squirm out of Kuroo's lap, "Fuck you. You're such a shitbag, quit touching me!"
Sighing, Kuroo subtly rolls his eyes and lets his hand fall from his boyfriend, "You're so vulgar. It's not cute, y'know?"
Kenma lifts himself off of Kuroo's lap and bit back the wince, a wince that Kuroo didn't miss, one that he smirks at, that came from his burning behind making contact with the soft sheets of their bed, he doesn't bother swinging his legs off Kuroo's lap
"I wasn't cute in the first place."
"I beg to differ."
Kenma closes his eyes and inhales sharply, "I feel like you're fucking with me on purpose."
"Yeah?" Kuroo feigns the most realistic, fake sympathetic smile he can, "What are you gonna do about it, Kenma?"
Kenma bit his lip at the way Kuroo said his name, his breathing visibly getting shorter
Asshole, he knows what he's doing
"Kuro-"
"Hm?" Kuroo tilted his head innocently, "What is it, pretty?"
Kenma knew the sweet sweet saccharine tone was misleading and the only thing that would come out of it was hell. He did. He knew that. But it was so hard to keep his arousal at bay.
Getting so lost in his own head, Kuroo managed to slip his fingers between his legs and back against Kenma's crotch, not moving them and still smiling as if he hadn't a care in the world. Well, to be fair, most of this did only affect Kenma so.
"Why are you glaring at me? Quit acting like you didn't willingly bring this upon yourself." Kuroo gently trailed his fingers up and down the younger's back with his other hand.
Kenma gasped and gripped the fabric of Kuroo's volleyball shorts that he still hadn't changed out of, "Tetsurō- amph..- asshole, stop.."
Kenma goes ignored for the sake of Kuroo burying his face in his shoulder
"And punching one of your teammates for no reason makes you the not-asshole?" He nips and licks at Kenma's pale skin lightly, causing him to squirm and gasp louder.
Eventually, Kuroo's fingers on Kenma's sex start moving ever so slightly but it's enough for Kenma's eyes to widen a fraction before they flutter closed and he beats lightly at Kuroo's chest.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.."
"Aww, is poor little Kenma all hot and bothered because of me?"
Kenma laughs breathily, "Hah- you fucking wish.."
The smile on his face drops slowly into something more and Kenma senses he's fucked up. He's already too deep in to avoid the karma that is coming for him so, what's the point in holding back?
"I could replace you with anyone I wanted like that." Kuroo only bit his tongue and internalized the want to wipe that smug look off his face, Kenma was trying to provoke him to get what he wanted faster and if he doesn't give it to him, he'll just shut the fuck up
At least, he hopes
And Kenma just keeps talking,
"People always say I'm way- ah, out of your league. That I'm too hot and pretty for you. I could pull anyone I want and you're just stuck-" he closes his mouth right before a whine can leave his throat as Kuroo's fingers start moving faster. Kuroo presses his lips together in a small grin.
"You were saying?"
Of course, Kenma takes it as a challenge and goes at it, "That if you don't fuck me right now, I'll call Keiji and let him fuck me because you're so fucki-" Kenma gets cut off by his breath forcing its way out of his lungs as Kuroo throws him against the (absurd amount of) pillows on their bed, wrapping his hand around Kenma's neck and squeezing lightly enough that Kenma could still breath okay but tightly enough to pose a threat.
"Keiji, huh?" Kuroo leans down to nip at Kenma's ear as if he wasn't choking the shit out of him, "You'd let Keiji fuck you?"
Of course, the arrogance won't leave Kenma's body until he's been broken down on every single level possible- which is exactly what he wants. Kuroo doesn't wish to indulge in him so soon.
Kenma coughs and sounds more like a whine, "I- ah..- yeah, at least he'd be a better fuck buddy than you- ngh-"
The grip on Kenma's neck grew tighter and suddenly he can't breathe. Kuroo has an air of aggression peering over him as they meet eyes
"Keep it up and I'll spank you so hard and fast 'till your fucking gagging for it. Then I'll just make you beg for it like your life depends on it before I even think about fucking you." his boyfriend snarls and Kenma feels like his head is going to explode with arousal (and being lightheaded)
"Or I could just not let you cum at all anyway and let you cry about it." Kenma whimpers the best he can. The idea is one Kuroo brings up a lot during their small rendezvous but he's only followed through with it a handful of times. Times Kenma's behaviour was so bad Yaku had smacked him. He didn't enjoy being edged, hated it even, but the threat accompanied by his airway being blocked had him dizzy.
That could also have something to with the limited oxygen reaching his lungs
He's brought back to reality by a harsh tug on the skin of his neck and Kuroo's knee is pressing on his crotch lightly. Somehow, someway, he manages a strangled cry and Kuroo smiles again, "Yeah, you want that?" Kuroo whispers directly against his neck and it burns. His resolve is fading and fading fast.
Kuroo feels him shake his head more than he sees it, "No?" Kenma feels a slap on his thigh and Kuroo licking over the bite mark now beaming red on Kenma's skin, breathing right on his ear
And then he can't hold back anymore. Both of his smaller hands come up to grab Kuroo's wrist hard. A euphoric whine blended between a sob makes its way past Kenma's throat and his whole body is racked with a shudder he can't push away. Kuroo's hand moved from his neck to over his mouth at the same time that his knee pressed unbearably harder on his groin and Kenma borderline screams as he comes
Although there is nothing restricting his throat anymore, Kenma doesn't breathe until he's completely off the ride that was his orgasm. He takes in a huge breath and immediately lets it out over and over, small moans leaving him occasionally
Kuroo takes a second to admire the scene he'd helped create; Kenma's chest rising and falling rapidly, panting, his legs shaking as he squeezed them together hard, his dazed and cloudy eyes, his (Kuroo's) soaked and dripping underwear, and the way the back of his hand comes up to cover his mouth
After a while, Kenma's eyes are focused enough for him to meet Kuroo's eyes. He's pretty, so so pretty. The embodiment of everything soft and pink and Kuroo's so in love with the pain in the ass that is his boyfriend
Kuroo reaches over to brush Kenma's sweaty hair out of his eyes, "You okay, angel?"
It was a genuine question, Kenma could tell, he could see the small glint of concern in his eyes. But because his boyfriend was the way he was, he could also see lust and mockery
"Sh-shut u-"
Kenma's words are cut off by himself, a drawn-out whine as Kuroo squeezed the sides of his neck again, warning, "Mn, I'd watch your words, slut. You're the one who came from being choked out,"
Kenma's cheeks flush and Kuroo lets go of him, still hovering over him. They stare at each other for a split second before closing the small gap between their faces, lips melting together like it was their one and only purpose. Kenma's hand moved up to card through Kuroo's hair.
Kuroo pulls away to lick and bite and suck Kenma's neck and Kenma throws his head back, gently hitting the headboard. He doesn't notice Kuroo's hand travelling downwards until he feels his fingers under the fabric of his (Kuroo's) boxers and rubbing directly atop his sex.
He doesn't react much, eyes only sliding closed for a second, but then his fingers start moving faster, faster than Kenma could possibly ever handle
His mouth falls open with a gasp, "K-Kuro.."
Kuroo only hums against his neck and the vibration only makes him hotter.
Not even a minute of biting and kissing and rubbing his clit, Kenma's coming again on Kuroo's hand.
"Fuck..." Kenma whispers shakily after his high dies down. Kuroo kisses him one last time before retracting his (literally) dripping fingers from his groin. As if on instinct, Kenma's mouth drops open and Kuroo puts his fingers on his tongue. He sucks on them until all his fluids are down his throat and Kuroo removes them.
Kenma sighs and slumps further down into the sheets, somehow still not content. Kuroo huffs and blows his hair out of his eyes only for it to fall back into place a few seconds later
"Wanna come again?"
Kenma sluggishly, wordlessly, and foolishly nods
Kuroo smirks again
Kenma coughs and it sounds more like a sob
"Kuro..! I don't- can't- fuck- ah!"
Kuroo makes a noise in the back of his throat before slapping Kenma's clit again
Kenma's back arches as his gasping breaths come in faster than before uninterrupted.
Kuroo reaches over to his phone and presses the button that is programmed to turn the vibrations Kenma off. Kenma throws his head back against the headboard and whimpers, eyes looking back to meet his boyfriend's, "Kuro, please..."
"I thought you couldn't come anymore?"
Kenma's already flushed face somehow burns brighter than before and he turns away. Kuroo shakes his head, small smile playing on his face as he turned Kenma's chin back to face him
"What do you want, Kenma?"
Kenma has to take a few deep breaths before he's able to form a coherent sentence, "P-please I- I want to come again please let me- let me come again, please-"
Kuroo breaths out a laugh and reaches for his phone again, "So difficult~"
The quiet hum returns to the room and Kenma releases a shaky sigh, fingers gripping the sheets below him as he comes for the (n)th time
Kuroo turns the vibrator off and Kenma swallows, trying to find his coherence again.
When he does he lifts his arms to reach for Kuroo, "Kiss me."
Kuroo smiles at him and leans down so their lips meet in a contrastingly slow kiss
Kuroo pulls back a little to ask, "Again?"
Kenma shakes his head slightly, pushing up to kiss him again, "Can't..."
Kuroo nods as he pulls away to kiss down Kenma's chest and stomach. Kenma shifts a little as Kuroo's lips go further and further down
"Kuro..." he whimpers, hands moving down to weave his fingers through Kuroo's hair
Kuroo shushes him and Kenma shivers, "You have a safe word, hm?"
"Mhmm.. ah-" Kenma inhales sharply as Kuroo's tongue starts moving just above where he really wants. Kenma bites his lip, throwing his head back, "Fuckfuckfuck... Kuro-! I-"
Kuroo seems to take Kenma's voice elevating a few octaves as an opportunity to go all in, sucking, licking, and lapping of all sorts, relishing in Kenma's reactions. He'd registered that Kenma's had already come after barely thirty seconds, overstimulation does that to a person, but he had no intention of stopping now
After what must have been the third orgasm (in regards to the time Kuroo had been eating him out), Kuroo finally came up. He wiped his mouth and chin on a nearby towel while Kenma laid there trying to recuperate. Kuroo kissing his neck definitely didn't seem to help but he didn't seem like he was going to stop anytime soon
And eventually, Kenma had the strength in him to sit up and kiss Kuroo on the lips. They only pull back for air and Kenma rests his head on Kuroo's shoulder, breathing finally seeming to even out
Kuroo smiled like a lovesick puppy, kissing Kenma's forehead and mumbling in his ear, "You're a pain in the ass.."
Kenma hummed, not looking up or opening his eyes, "Will you fuck the shit out of me now then?"
Kuroo laughed almost silently, "Yeah, I'll fuck the shit out of you now."