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Kuroo Tetsurou, 25 years old, promotional director for the JVA, yawned wide as he filed into the conference room along with 15 or so of his colleagues for their biweekly revenue management meeting. He should have had another coffee at lunch, but he was trying to cut back. One of his coworkers gave him a knowing side eye and he grimaced. These meetings were notoriously long and dull. Being half asleep wasn’t going to make it go by any faster.
He snuck a quick glance at his phone as he took his seat. No messages.
It was just after one. Usually Kuroo’s partner of almost ten years, Kozume Kenma, 24, CEO of Bouncing Ball Corp, university student, professional twitch streamer, was just waking up around this time. He often sent Kuroo a good morning text when he made himself breakfast (bowl of cereal), but maybe he had overslept today.
Kuroo placed his phone back into his pocket just as his boss came into the conference room and directed everyone’s attention to a PowerPoint filled with pages of boring graphs and spreadsheets, his voice a monotonous drone of names and numbers that pushed Kuroo even deeper into a drowsy state.
Almost thirty minutes later and Kuroo had managed to keep his eyes open and hide his frequent yawning by resting his mouth against his fist as though he were deeply interested in the quarterly review statistics. He was a professional, after all.
The sudden buzz of his watch alerting him to an incoming text caught him by surprise. He shifted position and sat upright, wrist tilting to glance at the screen.
The notification was from Kenma (he must have finally woken up), and the message was a photo. It only showed up as an image file on the watch. If he wanted to see the picture he would have to check his phone—which he obviously wasn’t going to do in the middle of an important meeting.
Kuroo sat up and attempted to pay attention to the presentation in front of him. He was supposed to present a short summary of the monthly advertising revenue after the current speaker was finished, so he had better start concentrating.
It was probably just a photo of one of their cats being adorable. Kenma was always sending him photos of them because he knew it made Kuroo’s day go by faster.
A moment later another notification buzzed in. Kuroo should have just ignored it, but, alas, fell victim to the old expression:
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
And so he glanced at his watch again. The message read:
Kuroo frowned. It wasn’t like Kenma to bother him if he didn’t reply to a text right away, especially if he thought Kuroo was in an important meeting.
After a quick check to make sure no one would notice, Kuroo snuck his phone from his pocket and opened Kenma’s message to see what his boyfriend had sent him.
A shiver ran through the entire length of Kuroo’s body. He was suddenly very, very awake.
He locked the phone screen and shoved it back deep into his pocket, balling his hands into fists on his thighs.
The photo had not been of either Snowball or Luigi, though it certainly was a picture of a kitten.
It was a picture of Kenma.
In knee high, frilly white stockings, garter belt, and a pink schoolgirl skirt.
The photo hadn’t even shown Kenma’s face. It was cut off at the shoulders, but Kuroo could tell he was lying in their bed against the dozen pillows Kenma insisted on sleeping with.
One of Kenma’s hands was poised over the patch of skin between stockings and skirt, lifting up the edge of the pink fabric to expose just the very bottom of Kenma’s ass.
Kuroo processed all of this in the .3 seconds he had seen the photo, but it felt like the image was burned into his skull.
This wasn’t the first time he had seen Kenma in girls clothes. Kenma liked to play games, even in the bedroom, and Kuroo was usually all too eager to help with whatever erotic fantasy play Kenma cooked up for them that week. He had not, however, ever sent Kuroo lewd photos of himself while Kuroo was stuck at work for five more hours, at least.
Kuroo’s jaw clenched. He took a deep breath to regain control of his body.
His watch buzzed with another incoming message.
Bzzzt.
Ignore it, Tetsurou. Just ignore it.
Bzzzt.
Bzzzt.
He looked at his watch. Two new images and a text.
Kitten: I woke up thinking about u
Kuroo groaned silently… as he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone again.
He knew it was a bad idea. He just couldn’t help himself. Not knowing what Kenma was sending would only make it worse, right?
He made sure to hold the phone beneath the table, angled so the coworker sitting closest to him wouldn’t be able to see. God, did he need to buy one of those security screens for his phone now? Was this going to be a regular occurrence?
He unlocked the phone to reveal the second photo.
…Kenma was really going to kill him one of these days.
The second picture was similar to the first, but Kenma’s body was turned, exposing more of his ass to the camera. He was wearing black mesh panties. Kuroo was sweating. His mouth felt dangerously dry. He could see the bulge in the panties where Kenma’s thighs met. He was also wearing one of Kuroo’s old hoodies, but Kuroo had a bad feeling about what was underneath that hoodie.
Unlike the first photo this one showed a peek of Kenma’s face, cheek smushed up against a pillow, hair falling long and pretty on his shoulders, lips pulled up into a mischievous grin. That devious little face never failed to make Kuroo’s dick twitch in his pants, and this was no exception.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the third photo was just of Kenma’s lower half, stocking-covered legs stretched out on the sheets.
And then Kuroo noticed.
Kenma’s feet were resting beside several items decorating the end of the bed. His toes were touching a bottle of lube. Several vibrators and other toys lie nearby, haphazardly scattered as though inviting the question of which one would be used first.
Kuroo typed a message with one hand quickly under the table to avoid any notice, once again shoving his phone into his pocket after hitting ‘send’.
Tetsu: you are in so much trouble
He refused to look at his phone again, at least until his presentation was over, but couldn’t resist checking his watch when two texts came in just seconds after sending his.
Kitten: wat did I do?
And then,
Kitten: I’m just getting started
“Kuroo-San,” his supervisor leaned over in a whisper so as not to distract from the current presentation. “Are you ready to speak next? You read over the materials I sent you last night, right?”
Kuroo straightened in his seat and gave the man a confident smile and nod. In fact, he had spent the previous evening preparing for this meeting so well that he had ignored Kenma’s needs, and now he was paying the price. Another incoming message buzzed on his watch but he ignored it, stood to move to the front of the conference room and began going over his numbers.
When Kuroo finally left the conference room almost an hour later he had 27 unread messages, the majority of which were photos.
Things had progressed in his and Kenma’s bedroom while he had been occupied trying not to get more erect every time another incoming text buzzed his watch during his presentation.
He cheerfully thanked his coworkers as they all meandered back to their desks, but he instead headed towards the restrooms. The stall door slammed closed but he couldn’t be bothered to care, his hand groping into his pocket and nearly dropping his phone in his haste to see what Kenma had been doing.
“Fuck,” he said, scrolling from the most recent picture to the oldest. It was like a strip tease in reverse. He palmed himself through his pants as his eyes devoured the images. He’d never rubbed one out at work before, but there was a first time for everything, right?
Kuroo’s eyes stuck on one photo in particular halfway through the collection. Kenma was posed towards the camera, sitting up on his knees, skirt flaring at his hips. He had Kuroo’s sweatshirt lifted to reveal his chest, the bottom of the sweater held between his teeth—his hands were occupied.
There were small vibrators taped to both of his nipples, the control switch held in one hand as the other groped somewhere beneath the skirt. Kenma’s face and chest were flushed tantalizing pink. Kuroo knew how much he loved having his nipples played with. He undid his pants, reaching in with one hand to stroke at his rapidly hardening cock, scrolling through more pictures as he did.
The last one he’d received was of Kenma riding his own fingers, sweatshirt abandoned, skirt bunched up over his waist, panties pushed to one side so he could fuck himself on their bed. His cock was hard, visible through the mesh material of the underwear. His skin was glistening with sweat and lube, the bottle that had been teased earlier lie open and spilling on the sheets. Kuroo would have to wash them later, but he couldn’t have cared less.
Tetsu: you look so fuckin good kitten. Do you know what you do to me?
He texted with one hand, his other wrapped around his length and already stroking. He wasn’t going to last long.
And then someone came into the bathroom just as another text appeared in the chat.
Kitten: oh, ur done w ur meeting? How did it go?
Kuroo’s hand stilled, the bathroom silent beside the sound of a zipper and then splashing liquid. His heart was racing with adrenaline and arousal.
Tetsu: I was a little distracted
Tetsu: but I’m not now. Show me more.
The man finally exited the bathroom and Kuroo let out an embarrassing groan when his hand tightened on his cock.
Kitten: we’ve been busy too
Kuroo’s jaw clenched, vision going red.
And then another photo popped up, a closeup of Kenma’s face this time.
He was licking along the side of a big purple dildo, eyes hazy and lust filled, staring straight at the camera. Another picture followed immediately after. Kenma with the dildo shoved down his throat, saliva leaking from his bottom lip.
Kuroo’s hips gave an involuntary thrust as he slammed his head back against the stall wall. He wanted Kenma’s mouth on him immediately. His hand pumped desperately on his cock, now achingly hard.
Tetsu: fuck
Tetsu: you’re such a good little slut, kitten
Tetsu: that should be me
Kuroo saw three dots spring up immediately as Kenma typed a reply, and then,
Kitten: u aren’t jerking off r u?
Kitten: at work?
Kitten: pervert.
Kuroo blinked. His hand stilled on his dick.
Damn Kenma.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Tetsu: …you are such a little shit
Kuroo took a deep breath, muttered a quick “fuck,” and shoved himself back into his pants. He exited the stall and washed his hands, assessing himself in the mirror. He tucked in his shirt, fixed his hair, and then calmly exited the restroom and went back to his desk. He had a lot of work to finish if he wanted to leave on time today.
As he worked, he continued to get notifications on his watch of incoming texts. When he did, he would calmly take out his phone, open up the message, look at it for a few seconds, and then place his phone back in his pocket, expression neutral the entire time. Anyone in the office watching him would think he was checking work emails on his phone.
The pictures only escalated.
Kenma on his hands and knees, dildo buried in his ass.
Kenma pinching his nipples until they bruised.
Kenma using the vibrators on his cock, expression euphoric and debauched.
Kenma with the panties shoved in his mouth, riding a different dildo.
Kenma inserting a butt plug, stroking his cock as his stockings slid down his legs.
Kenma with cum on his chest, his fingers, in his mouth.
Every photo looked like it could belong in a porno magazine, and Kuroo made sure to look at each and every one of them. He needed to fuel the fire raging in his chest. He needed to know he could keep himself in control until he was finished with work.
By the time 5 o’clock rolled round he was a silent inferno, but no one would have been the wiser.
He packed up his briefcase, casually chatting and joking with coworkers nearby. On the outside he appeared unbothered; inside he was planning exactly what he was going to do to Kenma once he got to him.
His last hour of work he had stopped receiving texts. He had no idea what might await him when he reached his and Kenma’s home. When he pushed open the front door it was quiet and dark, the only noise coming from the hallway. Even the cats were fast asleep somewhere warm and cozy in the large house.
Kuroo dropped his briefcase on the kitchen table, tossing his jacket to the side and loosening his tie as he strode down the hallway.
But the noise wasn’t coming from their bedroom—it was coming from Kenma’s office, and as Kuroo pushed the office door open he heard Kenma’s monotonous voice,
“Thanks for the subscribe Spider-Fan1040. Yes, I’ll be streaming the usual time tomorrow, and I’ve got a youtube video coming out about the ESports league starting soon. Oh, that was close. Nice try—“
Kuroo stepped into the office. Kenma didn’t turn away from the computer monitors he was playing and streaming on, but his eyes cut to the side, locking onto Kuroo’s for the briefest moment before looking away. Kuroo watched as a small smile fell onto his face and he proceeded to act as though Kuroo weren’t there at all.
“Yeah,” he said, once again talking to the stream. “I’m streaming Fortnite for another hour. Tell me in the chat what game you want to see me play tomorrow.”
Beneath his desk, out of view of the camera, Kenma was still wearing that little pink skirt. He was fidgeting in his seat more than usual, but he looked perfectly normal. You would have never guessed that Kuroo’s phone was overflowing with the filthiest, sluttiest photos of him from barely two hours earlier.
Kuroo stayed in the doorframe staring for a moment. He should have seen this coming. Kenma knew just how to rile him up, and oh, how he liked it when Kuroo was riled up. Well, Kuroo could play his game.
There was a chair in the corner of the office, out of view of the camera. Kuroo took a seat and silently watched, for the whole hour, as Kenma continued his stream. Kenma never looked at him once after that single glance, but Kuroo knew he was aware of his gaze the entire time.
“Alright Kodzukittens, that’s all I’ve got for tonight. The new content is okay, not as good as the bending stuff. I’ll post a full review on YouTube tomorrow if I get the time. Ummm, player @pedronium1220, here’s a gift since you helped us get second in the last game. Later.”
He waved bye to the cameras and signed off. Kuroo tapped a rhythm on his thigh, thoroughly patient. The same way a dormant volcano is patient. Or a jungle cat stalking its prey.
Kenma slipped his headphones off and set them on his desk, sighing heavily, and giving his shoulders a theatrical stretch.
“That was exhausting,” he said through a yawn. Only then did he cast his eyes towards Kuroo, half over his shoulder, expression almost coy.
Oh, Kenma knew how to play so many games. And this was one of his favorites.
He looked away and pouted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
“Guess I’ll go to sleep early tonight…”
Kuroo twitched, but he saw the way Kenma was sitting in that cute little pink skirt. A little straighter than usual, shifting around in his seat uneasily.
Go to bed early. Yeah right. Kuroo played this game too.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how my day was, Kenma?”
“Mm,” Kenma said. “Wasn’t your presentation today? How did it go?”
Kuroo cleared his throat and stood, pacing slowly across the room to stand above his devious little fiancé. He took Kenma’s face in his hand, lifting his chin. He always committed to his role, Kuroo had to give him that. He looked as innocent as a baby deer.
“I think you know exactly how my presentation went.”
Kenma blinked those big eyes up at him. Kuroo ran his thumb along his bottom lip and he almost broke character, lips wanting nothing more than to twitch up in that wicked gremlin grin of his. Kuroo removed his hand, folding both fists into his pockets in an attempt to remain calm and composed like he was supposed to.
“Now,” he said. “I would suggest you be a good boy, take that little skirt, and walk yourself into our bedroom. You aren’t going to want me to have to bring you there myself, kitten.”
Kenma had to think about it and Kuroo recited production values and sales report numbers in his head to keep calm. But then to his surprise Kenma began to fold himself out of his gaming chair, standing on wobbly legs, hands grabbing to the front of Kuroo’s shirt to steady himself. Kuroo didn’t offer help. He was busy wondering what extra surprise would be waiting for him underneath that skirt once he got it off. Hmm, or maybe he would leave it on? It’s not like it would be in the way.
Kenma tiptoed from the office into the hall, Kuroo following after. Before they reached their bedroom he glanced behind, still insisting on a mild expression though partially compromised by the flush rising into his cheeks and ears.
“You didn’t like my pictures? I thought you’d thank me for spicing up your boring day.”
Kuroo grabbed his arm, stopping him at the foot of their bed.
“No day with you will ever be boring. Now, I’m going to sit here and you are gonna show me what you have under that skirt, Kenma. And then I’m going to fuck you better than any toy you have stashed away in this house, so that next time you’re home alone and horny you’ll have no choice to wait for my cock to come and satisfy you.”
And finally Kenma broke, face splitting into an eager grin, eyes narrowed and dangerous, pretense momentarily gone. Kuroo felt proud for a moment; he had won the battle, not the war. He sat on the edge of the bed and Kenma stepped back, gripping the bottom of the pink pleated skirt.
“Yes sir,” he said.
He teased the skirt up slowly and Kuroo allowed himself one gulp, refusing to give away more than that. He leaned back on the bed, watching as Kenma’s dick strained against silky fabric, the tip poking out over the lacy edge of panties.
“Hmm,” Kenma whimpered, biting his lip, face flushed bright red. Kuroo knew he wasn’t self conscious—but he played it well.
But there was no acting that could hide how turned on he actually was. Kuroo’s own cock was wide awake, reacting naturally to such erotic stimuli—particularly after being teased all day long. He wanted to palm himself through his pants but he held back. Kenma’s undoing would only come through continued self-restraint.
He had to take his time.
The longer he stared at Kenma the more he squirmed, rubbing his thighs together to get friction against his cock. Kuroo noticed extra slickness between those pretty thighs and he raised his finger, twirling it around lazily.
“Strip the panties and show me the back.”
Kenma pouted but did as he was told, putting on a show the whole way. He let the underwear fall to the floor and stepped out of them daintily. Then he turned around and posed his ass towards Kuroo, lifting the back of the skirt to show off one of Kuroo’s favorite features. Between Kenma’s pink and rosy cheeks was a small blue loop of silicone.
Kuroo clicked his tongue and shook his head, reaching forward to softly stroke one cheek with the back of his hand. Kenma’s skin was always so smooth. It never ceased to amaze him. He was rewarded with a deep shudder, watching as Kenma clenched around the mystery toy shoved inside him.
“What would your followers think if they knew their precious Kodzuken was streaming with this in his ass?”
He cupped one cheek, scraping nails across soft flesh to illicit another shiver.
“Hmm, personally, I think several of them would be overjoyed. I’ve seen some of those thirsty comments on your YouTube videos, you know. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Kenma? If your whole audience could see you like this?”
“Kuroo—“ Kenma gasped, arching his ass back into Kuroo’s hand.
“Spread,” Kuroo instructed, and slapped the cheek he’d just been caressing. It was just a light slap, testing the waters, but Kenma’s knees nearly buckled. Kuroo’s pants were feeling very tight as Kenma bent further and spread his ass apart so Kuroo could have a better look at the tight, lubed ring of muscle seizing around the toy.
Kuroo hooked a finger in the loop and gave an experimental tug.
Kenma moaned, a high keening sound that made Kuroo want to take him right then.
Instead, he released the loop and let one finger wander, slick with lube, from Kenma’s hole, along his taint, all the way to the front where he lightly grasped Kenma’s cock, wet with precum and twitching in response to Kuroo’s touch.
Kenma was panting, the hands spreading his ass trembling with effort.
Kuroo grinned. They were getting closer.
“Tetsuuu…” Kenma moaned.
“Alright,” Kuroo relented, gripping the loop of the toy again. “This has been in you long enough. It’s someone else’s turn.”
He pulled just slightly and met resistance, clicking his tongue once again.
“Come on now Kenma. How can I use this hole if it’s full up, huh? You’ll have to relax.”
“I—uuunng—it’s hard,” Kenma whimpered, shuddering when Kuroo gave another tug. “Oh!”
“There we go. Just like that…. Good boy.”
Kuroo wiggled the first bead free from Kenma’s ass. He toyed with the edges of Kenma’s hole as he worked to free another, and another. Each time Kenma made devilish sounds, his body shaking with effort, breath gasping, ringing in Kuroo’s ear.
“Just a few more,” he murmured, pulling Kenma closer, mouthing at the flesh of his ass and then sinking his teeth just deep enough to leave a mark as he pulled out another bead.
“Once these are out I can fuck you,” he said, tugging again, drowning in the sounds of Kenma’s pleasure. “Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes—!” Kenma cried.
Kuroo tugged the last bead free and as he did Kenma shuddered, crumbling to his knees, squeezing his cock tight to keep from cumming.
Kuroo steeled himself, hands clenched in fists to keep from touching his cock, and he smiled. Another battle was his.
Kenma looked up at him, twitching all over, eyes hazy and fluttering open and closed. He was panting, chest rising and falling with effort.
If it wouldn’t kill the mood, Kuroo would have liked to tell him that he was beautiful. He would tell him that when he was breathing heavily like that it reminded Kuroo of their high school volleyball days, when they were playing a long match and Kenma was near exhaustion.
Ah well. That was years ago. Kenma had much more stamina now.
For certain things, anyway.
“Up—“ Kuroo said, bending to pluck Kenma off the ground. They weren’t done yet. Kenma curled against him, mouthing desperate kisses along Kuroo’s jaw, nibbling eager bites into his throat, moaning his name, “—and down.”
He dumped Kenma unceremoniously onto the bed, eliciting a surprised gasp and wide eyes. He took a moment to uncuff his sleeves, rolling them up to his forearm, undoing several buttons at his neck and then the button and zipper of his pants. His cock bulged against his briefs, a thick silhouette. He watched as Kenma glanced down at it and quickly back up.
“Do you have anything to say,” Kuroo asked, the mattress dipping where he climbed onto it. “About your behavior today?”
Kenma inhaled when Kuroo grasped his hips, slotting himself between Kenma’s legs to rub himself against Kenma’s cock.
“I—I thought you would like the pictures,” Kenma stammered out.
Kuroo grinned darkly.
“Such a pain in the ass…” he said. But he thought about the photos, the dozens and dozens of poses and angles filling up his phone storage.
They didn’t do the real thing justice.
Kenma was spread out before him, face flushed, hair an artfully messy halo. He was still wearing his sweatshirt but it had crept up his chest exposing one nipple, still red from earlier abuse. The skirt was too short to cover much anyway but it was bunched up over his stomach so Kuroo got a perfect view of Kenma’s cock, strained and pointed up, begging to be touched. And the slick wet of his hole, begging to be fucked.
But there were more battles yet to be won.
“You want me to fuck you?” He pressed his cock into the slit of Kenma’s ass. “You want this to go in here?”
“Yes,” Kenma purred. “Tetsu—“
Kuroo relented, giving in to his own need. He freed his cock, reached deftly into the side table drawer for extra lube to slick himself better as Kenma writhed and panted beneath him.
“Hurry! P—please—“
“So impatient,” Kuroo scolded, grasping that thin waist to hold him steady. He had a private moment to feel proud of himself for holding back long enough to drive Kenma to the edge.
But when he finally pressed the tip of his cock against the tight heat of Kenma’s hole it became clear just how close he was, too. He swallowed, closing his eyes to center himself so it wouldn’t end so quickly. That just wouldn’t do.
He shifted his hips, sliding inside slowly as Kenma came apart beneath him.
Another deep breath once he was fully sheathed, fingers digging into Kenma’s side, hands trembling just enough to nearly give away the truth of how dangerous a precipice they were truly on.
And then he rocked his hips in rhythm, slow and steady, lazy motions like an easy listening song.
It had the desired effect—Kenma was putty in his hands.
It was so rare for him to have the upper hand against his conniving, shrewd childhood friend. It almost made the day-long torture all worth it to watch as tears pooled in those pretty eyes of his.
Without breaking his pace he reached into the pocket of his pants, still barely clinging to his hips, and pulled out his phone. Kenma only noticed when the flash went off.
“If you wanted to take pictures you could have just said so,” he grinned as shock flashed across that pretty pink face.
He took several more, emphasizing a thrust with the click of a camera shutter. The perfect opportunity came when he thrust deep, hitting Kenma’s prostate so he arched his back off the bed, gasping blindly.
*click*
“Ahhh,” Kuroo purred. “I think my photos are coming out nicer than yours. What do you think?”
He turned the screen around so Kenma could get a good look at himself, cock straining, desperate and untouched, arching beautifully with Kuroo buried deep inside.
“T—Tetsu—please,” Kenma clawed at the bedsheets. “Harder, please fuck me harder—“
“Eh? But I wanted to try a video next.” This was it. Just one more push. “Alright, if you want it harder why don’t you do it yourself?”
He slipped out, nearly came, but held strong. He was so close. He had Kenma exactly where he wanted him.
He flipped them easily, lying on his back as Kenma tried to steady himself on Kuroo’s lap.
He’d been saving his sleaziest grin for just the right moment and made sure to lock eyes with Kenma as it split his face.
“Ride 'em, cowgirl,” he said, bucking his hips.
Kenma hated being on top. He hated using that much energy and having to do all the work himself. He hated when Kuroo said cheesy shit like “ride em cowgirl.”
Kuroo knew all of this, which was exactly why he’d done it. How badly did Kenma need to cum? He sure looked desperate.
Oh, revenge was sweet.
“Mmmmmm,” Kenma groaned, eyebrows pickled into a frown. He bit his lip. Kuroo shuffled his hips, rubbing his cock along the back of Kenma’s ass.
That was all it took.
Kenma struggled to lift himself onto his knees, grabbing Kuroo’s cock (a little harder than necessary, Kuroo thought), and lined it up with his hole. A pitiful whimper (real or embellished? No way to tell) escaped his lips as he struggled to keep himself held up on lust shaken thighs. He eased the tip in, his small hands sliding teasingly down Kuroo’s length, slick with lube. He let Kuroo sink in quick and deep and Kuroo bit back a moan, head tossed against the pillows.
This may have been a mistake. Or a self inflicted instrument of his own undoing. His hips jumped reflexively, fucking up into that wet heat and Kenma rolled against him, bracing himself on Kuroo’s chest.
Kuroo’s resolve drained from him with every slap of skin on skin as Kenma rode him. His hands were clinging tight to Kenma’s thighs, digging deep. The sound of Kenma gasping for breath with every lift and drop of hips filled his ears. He wanted nothing more than to take control, sink his cock deep, and fill Kenma up.
But after everything Kenma put him through today? That just wouldn’t do.
He fished for his phone again, trying not to feel like an old man when he had to attempt twice to open the camera and make sure it was pointed towards Kenma. He used his other hand to grip Kenma’s thighs and keep him from falling off as he hit record and grinned up.
“Go on, kitten,” he said. “Why don’t you touch that little cock of yours and make yourself cum for the camera, huh?”
“Ahhhh—“ Kenma cried, but did as he was told, stroking himself as he bounced faster and faster on Kuroo’s cock.
Kuroo knew he was close. Just one more push—
“You look good like this, Kenma. Just wait til I show the guys at work this video tomorrow. They’re gonna love it.”
And just like that he pushed Kenma over the edge. He shuddered as he came, shooting onto Kuroo’s chest and face. His legs no longer had enough strength so Kuroo fucked him through it, unable to hold back his own moans as Kenma spasmed around him and then slumped over with exhaustion when he was finished.
With only one last battle to win, Kuroo slid out of Kenma. He knelt over him on the bed, illuminating Kenma’s wrecked form with the camera light. He took the time to grab Kenma’s face by the chin and tilt his head to a better angle, using his thumb to pry Kenma’s panting mouth open wider. He hit record as he stroked his cock and said,
“Don’t forget the money shot, Kenma. Mouth open, please—aaaahhh, yeah, just like that.”
He aimed perfectly for Kenma’s face and mouth, though if he were being honest he was a little too distracted to make sure he caught Kenma’s expressions on camera. Still, you couldn’t say he didn’t try.
And whether or not the camera caught it, Kuroo certainly enjoyed watching his cum land on Kenma’s absolutely ravaged face, cooling quickly and sliding down his cheeks and over the pink of his bruised lips and tongue.
All in all, not one of the worst orgasms of Kuroo’s life.
And certainly worth the wait.
“So you did like my photos after all.” Kenma said later as they sat in the bath together. He turned to glance behind him over his shoulder.
Kuroo reached around and squeezed Kenma’s balls, not gently.
“Ow! Kuroo!”
“You really are a brat, you know that?”
Kenma pouted and glared in Kuroo’s direction, but when he turned towards the front Kuroo didn’t miss the way his cheeks rose in the tell-tale sign of a smirk.
Kuroo let his hand drift from the edge of the bathtub to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind Kenma’s ear, and then he leaned forward and kissed the top of his head.
Kenma sighed, sinking into the water and relaxing his body against Kuroo’s.
“You’ll tell me if I ever start to actually annoy you, right?” Kenma asked out of the blue.
“What kind of question is that?” Kuroo replied, frowning. “Kenma, I’ve known how annoying you are since we were in middle school. If it really bothered me I would have kicked you to the curb ages ago.”
“Hmm,” Kenma replied.
“Hey,” Kuroo said. “If you start getting bored of me you’ll tell me, right?”
Kenma twisted around to face him. The slide of their wet bodies together made Kuroo wonder if he still had another round in him tonight.
Kenma wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s shoulders and kissed him, smiling that devilish little smile of his that told Kuroo he wasn’t the only one wondering about another round.
“Don’t worry,” he said between nibbled kisses. “I won’t let you get boring.”
Somehow that sentence filled Kuroo with exactly equal amounts of comfort and dread.
He wondered what surprises tomorrow would bring.