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"Nnngh--Nngh-ah!" Kenma's sweat streaked down his body, making it difficult for him to keep his purchase on Kuroo.
"Aw, is my precious kitten having some trouble? Does he want to cum?" Kuroo pushed his hips up high, hitting that spot inside Kenma that made the smaller boy see lights.
"I'mmmm n-not your f-fucking cat, K-Kuroo--shit!" If it hadn't been for Kuroo's quick reflexes, Kenma would have fallen face-first into the mirror in front of them.
"Oh, I think you are, and you're being such a sassy little kitty tonight." Kuroo's voice was deep and saturated in lust. He nipped at Kenma's sensitive ear. Despite how much he hated to admit it, Kuroo was doing a good job riling him up.
Kenma had always been a little bratty, something that Kuroo could handle and something Kenma would never change.
"I-I am not...Fuck!" His strength of holding out was wavering.
They had made a bet. If Kenma could go the whole scene without begging for release, then Kuroo would pre-order the new game Kenma has been craving since the first trailer came out.
He needed it.
And as of right now, Kuroo had the money to finance the purchase.
Kenma would not cave.
Plus, if Kenma does beg for release, then Kuroo would make Kenma cum as many times as Kuroo wanted. (His record of making Kenma cum his brains out? 4 times. In a row. No pauses. No breaks.)
"Oh yes you are, you little liar," Kuroo purred. "Just look at you, kitten. Look and see how desperate you are. Does that look like the face of a composed young man to you?"
No. No it most certainly did not.
His bangs were plastered to his forehead. His skin glistened from the soft, yellow light from the small lamp Kuroo decided to leave on. Kenma's bottom lip was swollen beyond belief after all of his nibbling to prevent himself from moaning too much.
Kuroo's hand was buried in his thick, wet locks, knuckles rearing their heads from the tight grip the man had on Kenma's roots. He wanted Kenma to take in every twitch his tiny body made.
Kemna continued to hastily scan his panting reflection. His cock just bobbed there, flapping against his stomach with Kuroo's free arm curled around his chest like a seatbelt, keeping him rooted on the older man's obnoxiously thick dick.
Forcing Kenma to see what an absolute wreck he was definitely didn't help the matter. There was a little part of Kenma that had always been curious to see what Kuroo saw when he was a debauched mess...and now he knew.
"Mmmngh--gah--ah!" Kenma squeezed his eyes shut. If he stared to look, he would knew he would fall into that perfect malleable mindset Kuroo loved so much.
There were times when Kenma liked that space. He liked just doing whatever Kuroo ordered, and he would comply and get rewarded for his valiant efforts.
...But tonight, Kenma had the goal of staying as bratty and stubborn as ever.
He NEEDED that game.
He could hold out...
...Maybe...
"No, no, no, little kitty," Kuroo tightened his grip on Kenma's hair and cracked it back ever so slightly.
"NGH!" Kenma didn't have a choice but to open his eyes.
Fuck he really was a mess.
"Yeahhhh, keep those eyes on us," Kuroo's golden eyes stared straight back at him with this heavy knowing gaze...It was unnerving and frustrating.
Kenma groaned as he tried to be fussy about it. "I-I'm f-fine!"
Oh that statement was not convincing at all.
It got a chuckle out of Kuroo, who now decided to still his hips. "Oh you think so?" His boyfriend took a sizzling lick up the side of Kenma's neck and sucked on his earlobe.
A hot shiver rolled down Kenmna's spine as a whine left him without his permission, body wriggling on Kuroo's cock as the stimulation in his ass stopped.
"I don't believe you," Kuroo growled against the shell of Kenma's ear. "I bet I can get you begging for release in the next five minutes."
Kenma moaned as the hand in his hair moved down his neck and wrapped its fingers around his jaw. "Does my little kitten want to protest that?"
Kenma was about to tell him to fuck off, but then Kuroo snapped his hips up.
Hard.
“AHHH!" Kenma threw his head back as he kept his eyes on their reflection. He looked more pathetic by the second. Sweat streaked down his body. It really was getting difficult staying put on Kuroo had it not been for the man's strong arm.
"Heh," Kuroo smirked in the mirror before taking another lick at Kenma's ear. "Ohhhh that got you shivering again, I could really feel that one," his breath tickled the damp skin in the crook of Kenma's neck. "Shiver for me again, kitten, I love it when you shiver for me..."
Kenma whined as Kuroo continued to lap at his ear. It was warm and slimy, and it made every hair on his body stand erect. He wanted to stop the shiver, he wanted to stop his body from responding to Kuroo's ministrations, but it didn't work.
Another moan escaped between his lips as his head tilted itself to the side to give Kuroo access to the stretch of his neck.
"Ha," Kuroo purred. "Does my little kitty want his master to give him attention there?"
Kenma rolled his eyes with a groan. "You're not my master-r-rrrr, fuck, Kuroo!" His eyes snapped back to Kuroo in the mirror. He watched as Kuroo's thick muscular thighs clenched the same moment he gave a sharp thrust into Kenma's ass. Kuroo chomped down on the meaty section of Kenma's flesh where neck meets shoulder. He sucked and sucked.
There will definitely be a mark there later.
But Kenma felt himself slipping. Both literally and figuratively.
"My sweet, sweet kitten," Kuroo maintained eye contact with Kenma, switching to peppering gentle kisses up and down the back of Kenma's shoulder. "Of course I'm your master in this situation."
"Nnngh!" Kenma dug his nails into Kuroo's thighs.
"Mmmm, that felt good, didn't it, kitten?" Kuroo blew cool air onto Kenma's neck. "You're going to crack."
There was the shift.
There was the drop.
When Kuroo's voice shifted to this all-powering, dominating tone...
Kenma was a goner.
He had to be strong...
"AHHH! AH-AH! K-KurOO!" Kenma hooked his neck over Kuroo's shoulder and reached down to jerk himself off.
Kuroo was thrusting inside him at an absolutely brutal pace.
His body looked like a limp doll just bouncing up and down on Kuroo's lap.
He could feel tears starting to sting the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring as Kuroo slapped Kenma's hand off of him.
"No, pet," Kuroo nearly growled. "If you want to touch yourself, you have to beg. If you want to cum, you have to beg. If you want to get the sweet, sweet release that only I can give you..."
Harsh thrust. "You."
Two harsh thrusts. "Have."
Three harsh thrusts in quick succession. "To."
Kuroo uncoiled his arms from Kenma to take a bruising grip on the smaller man's hips. He pulled him halfway up his cock before slamming him straight back down, making Kenma scream. "BEG!"
That was it.
The voice combined with the brutal punch of Kuroo's tip to Kenma's prostate did it.
Kenma broke.
In less than five minutes.
"I WANNA CUM!" Kenma whined desperately. His legs flailed as he tried to get back some form of control, but Kuroo's grip on him was too strong. "Kuroo, PLEASE! Stop teasing me!"
But that only made Kuroo tut his tongue. "Surely my little kitten doesn't think I'll count that as begging, does he?"
Kenma moaned when Kuroo brought one hand over his hip to give the lightest stroke to Kenma's cock, paradoxical to the aggressive fucking that was happening in his ass.
"P-P-Please, Kuroo!" Kenma wriggled. "I-I wanna cum so bad!" His hips sputtered forward. "PLEASE!"
Again, more tuts from Kuroo. "You can do better than that, kitty," Kuroo began panting. "If you don't beg good enough for me, maybe I'll just forget about our little wager and leave you hard as a fucking rock, hm? I cum inside you and you just have to lay there with your hands useless."
Kenma shook his head and turned to look at Kuroo's face. "No! Kuroo-please-don't--!"
"Eyes on the mirror!" Without warning, Kuroo planted his large hand in between Kenma's shoulder blades and pushed him down to the carpet floor.
"Ahhh!" Kenma gasped at the surprise. "What the--NNGH!"
Kuroo brought Kenma up on all fours before tearing his hand through Kenma's hair, taking a white-knuckle grip at the roots and craning his neck up and pressing his face against the mirror.
Kenma's shuttering, uneven panting fogged up the mirror, painting erotic pictures of what he wished Kuroo would do to him. "Kuroo-PLEEEEEEASE!" It was hard to speak but he had to beg. He couldn't help it anymore.
"Ha, come on, kitten," Kuroo took his time realigning himself with Kenma's hole. "You can do better than that." He sheathed himself inside Kenma again, harder than all the other times before, smooshing Kenma's cheek against the glass of the mirror. "Say it."
Kenma almost sobbed he felt so hard. "Fine-Fine-Fine!" He hiccupped. "Please, make me cum, MASTER!"
Kuroo released a loud, dark chuckle of triumph into Kenma's ear. "Excellent job, kitten," he purred low. "Get ready now..."
Without letting more than three seconds pass, Kuroo snatched Kenma off the mirror while still forcing his eyes to look at their reflection. "You're going to see your orgasm-face, my bratty kitty," Kuroo moaned with satisfaction. "Touch yourself, go on and do it while I fuck your ass to kingdom come!"
Kenma didn't need to be told twice. A hiss-moan hybrid trembled out of his throat the moment his palm met his throbbing hot cock. Oh it felt so good to be touched. He needed this.
The game was long forgotten at this point.
All he wanted now was to cum.
All he needed now was to cum.
And he knew Kuroo would take pleasure in making that happen.
Kuroo ramped up his ass-fucking speed. "Keep looking, kitten," he ordered. "Don't even fucking blink." Kuroo snarled the faster he fucked. "You're about to see the sexiest fucking face in the whole damn world."
That hot sensation in Kenma's stomach was like molten lava. Bubble and guzzling until he couldn't help it anymore.
He tried to jerk himself in time with Kuroo's thrusts, but it wasn't working. He was going to cum all over his hand and their carpet.
"MASTER!"
Kenma's face was flushed red. The veins in his neck grew thick with blood as he watched in awe and horror the way his body looked having the orgasm. Tears trickled from the corner of his eyes while sweat licked every inch of his body. It looked like his skeleton was going to vibrate out of his body as wave after orgasmic wave washed over him, all the while Kuroo's thick cock still fucking him into oblivion.
He couldn't take it anymore.
His eyes fluttered shut as screams of pleasure crawled their way out of Kenma's lungs. Fuuuuck it felt so good.
Kuroo was dorky as fuck.
But when he embraced this role?
Shit. He was a hot sex incarnate.
Cum seeped into the threads of the carpet. Another stain in the making.
But Kenma didn't care.
It felt so so so good, and now he was relieved.
...But he knew that relief wouldn't last long.
"FUCK you're so hot, Kenma!" Kuroo's hips stuttered as he poured his balls out into Kenma's ass.
Even that felt amazing.
It wasn't fair.
Kuroo kept going until he had nothing left to give.
Then he slowly pulled out, hissing as his overly sensitive cock tapped the crack of Kenma's ass.
"You did so good, babe," Kuroo panted. He rolled over onto his side on the floor, just missing the puddle of cum from Kenma. "Come here..."
Kenma shook his head. "We're all gross. I don't wanna--ah!"
He should have known Kuroo wasn't asking. He was demanding.
The man turned into an overgrown koala bear after they had sex like this.
That dominant persona melted away into a soft, cuddling creature.
More like a puppy than a sex god.
But Kenma chose not to mind this time.
Instead, he let himself be molded into Kuroo's embrace, Kenma's kneecap swiping some of the excess cum off the carpet.
"I lost..." Kenma came to realize.
"Eh, not a bad loss." Kuroo smirked. He brought his hand up to Kenma's back and traced a line up and down his spine. "You held up longer than I thought you would."
"Hmph..." Kenma buried his face into Kuroo's chest. "I don't get my new game...And you're going to make me cum my fucking brains out."
"Mmmmhm," Kuroo hummed. "Oooooor I could be a good master and take pity on my little kitty?"
Kenma groaned. "What is it with you and this ‘master’ kick?"
Kuroo responded with a genuine, entertained chuckle. "Honestly? I know it makes you flustered. And as you could tell from the mirror, you look very hot flustered."
Kenma pouted against Kuroo before pushing himself up into a sitting position. "Do you really mean it? You'll still buy me the game?"
Kuroo leaned up to match Kenma's posture. "Yes, Kenma, I was planning to buy it for you regardless...However..."
A second later Kenma was being scooped up and thrown onto the bed.
"Hey!" Kenma's tired body bounced on the mattress.
"I still get to make you cum as many times as I want." Kuroo had this smirk on his face that made all fight in Kenma falter.
His brattiness would get him nowhere now.
He just had to accept it.
"Okay..." Kenma laid down on his back and took a thick swallow. "How many times are we shooting for this time?"