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“Thank you for coming,” Kuroo tries to keep his voice even, to not spook the already skittish Kenma. It had taken him a month to convince him to meet for drinks. Even longer to get him to just text him back. He thinks the last time they saw each other was…maybe early March, when the bite of Spring air was finally warming up. It’s the end of October now, when the Fall air is starting to become bitter. Much like their last time together….where they threw insults back and forth until the dam broke and their relationship ended. But that was then and this is now; Kuroo is just happy to see Kenma in person and not through a screen.
“Um…yeah,” Kenma mumbles, looking around the bar. But not at Kuroo; anywhere but Kuroo. It gives the taller man time to just stare, at least. To just take in how tired the younger boy looks, with grown out stringy hair and circles under his eyes. He must be suffering so much without someone to take care of him like Kuroo did…Like he will again; once he fixes the tatters left behind.
Kenma finally looks at him and Kuroo gives him a gentle smile, before gesturing for him to sit down, “I got our drinks already…I hope you still like the long islands here…,” He watches him hesitate before sitting down and grabbing the glass. Kuroo has to refrain from sighing in relief, bringing his own glass to his lips. Kenma takes a slow sip, considers the drink and then takes a bigger gulp. The way he"s always drunk his alcohol, which Kuroo is relieved about.
“How’s…uh…work been?,” the younger asks and Kuroo tries not to feel hurt by the idea of small talk. They were never the kind of people to do small talk, having grown up together and having dated for almost a decade but….He guesses this is just something that comes with a breakup. He hopes it won"t last for much longer, at least if tonight goes as planned.
“Good! Good,” Kuroo sets his glass down, watching Kenma’s anxious grip on his. The younger won"t put his drink down until he"s done with it, a deep-rooted nervousness that"s led to always chugging his alcohol. Something that will work in the older’s favor tonight. “I"m going to be traveling soon, I think. We want to put together a charity game with the monsters of the current leagues…like Oikawa and Kageyama and all…”
“That"s….fun,” Kenma replies, taking another big sip of the long island in his hand. He stays quiet, glancing towards the exit of the bar as he considers what more to say. It feels like he"s going to bolt at any moment…Kuroo just needs to keep him from doing that.
“For sure. What about you? How"s the streaming? The company?,” the older presses. Kuroo’s sure that Kenma is sick of talking about his career, but fair’s fair. If Kenma wants to talk small, that"s what he"ll provide.
“Everything’s going good…I did a charity stream a little bit ago…,” Kenma mutters before finishing off his drink. Kuroo sets his half full glass down at the same time that Kenma sets his empty glass down. It goes unnoticed, as the blond picks up on talking about his career. He always talks more when he genuinely likes something, which the older man knows. He knows Kenma like the back of his hand; the only reason he"s absolutely sure this night will work out like he wants it to.
The conversation carries on meaninglessly for another twenty minutes, most of it small talk and catching up from the time they"ve spent apart. Thankfully, neither of them have pursued anything else romantic in the past couple months. Kuroo is happy to know he"s still the only person who"s touched Kenma. He"s happy to know that this will remain the case when he sees a wave of nausea wash over the younger man"s face.
“I have to use the bathroom,” Kenma suddenly says, standing up and swaying so harshly he sits right back down. Kuroo stands up as well, walking over to the other side of the table. He offers a hand to the other with a kind smile.
“Need some help?,” he questions and Kenma stares at him with an unsure frown before taking his hand. Kuroo helps him up with ease. He lets him lean most of his body weight against him as he leads him towards the bathroom. No one tries to stop them as they walk, too in their own worlds to care enough. The room is a single person toilet and Kuroo ushers Kenma in before locking the door while he stumbles towards the sink.
“I feel weird,” Kenma says, gripping the edges of the sink as he tries to focus on Kuroo.
“In what way?,” Kuroo meanders over to Kenma, standing behind him and caging him in. The younger one tries to lean away but there"s not nearly enough space.
“What?”
“Do you really feel weird or do you just miss me?”
“I…I…Kuro did you…,” Kenma trails off, one hand letting go of the sink to try and stop Kuroo"s own hand from traveling down his pants. It"s no use really, Kuroo is stronger and bigger and Kenma can barely stay upright. It"s a weak grip on his forearm as he shoves his way past his waistbands to brush his fingers against the lips of his cunt. He"s delightfully wet, and sensitive if the confused whine has anything to say about it.
“Just a little something in your drink, nothing major,” Kuroo tells him. He pulls his hand away to push the younger man"s pants down. Then his own pants, just enough for his aching cock to spring free. He traces his fingers through the wetness again and strokes himself before guiding the head to Kenma’s hole.
The younger gasps before immediately trying to scramble away. But it"s no use, not with the drug in his system and not against someone like Kuroo. It just makes it easier for the older man to sink in in one thrust. What would have been a scream is quickly muffled against Kuroo’s big hand as he lets himself adjust. Kenma tries to pry the hand away, but he"s only met with a tighter hold on his face.
They make eye contact in the mirror, Kenma"s wide with unshed tears and Kuroo’s predatory. The older man smirks at him before pulling out and thrusting back in. He wraps his other arm around Kenma"s waist so that he can quicken his pace. The younger is forced to let go of Kuroo"s hand and instead hold onto the edge of the sink again, nothing but a ragdoll to the person who"s been in his life the longest.
Kuroo kisses the nape of Kenma"s neck as he fucks him, jarringly gentle compared to what"s currently happening. He keeps his pace but continues to place soft kisses before he rests his chin on the top of Kenma"s head. There"s a dreamy look in his eyes, like Kuroo is seeing something else in the moment.
“Gonna get you pregnant,” he says following a particularly hard thrust that presses against Kenma"s cervix. Fat tears fall from his eyes because of the pain and confusion of what"s going on, “We"re gonna have a family together. Didn"t you always want that?”
There"s an effort to shake his head no that goes ignored. They had broken up because Kenma didn"t want kids. Kuroo wasn"t going to let that stop him though. Because that was then and this is now. Now he has Kenma to himself, pliant in his grip as he abuses the younger man"s hole to chase his own release. He doesn"t announce that he"s cumming, just slams one more deep thrust in and tightens his hold on Kenma while he empties himself. The blond is limp, face defeated as Kuroo"s hand drops from his mouth. The older man grips his face, turning it towards him to kiss his lips as he softens inside him.
“Spend the night with me? My bed misses you,” Kuroo purrs, as if Kenma even has a choice in the matter.
“No,” Kenma whispers anyways and it"s swallowed by another kiss. Kuroo slips out of his cunt and then pulls both of their pants up, stuck in his own little world.
“I love you so much, Kitten,” he says as he leads Kenma out of the bathroom. Kenma still wants to leave, to never speak to the older man again, but he"s just not strong enough. “Thank you again for meeting me, I"m glad we could figure it all out, yeah?”