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“You can take it.” Kuroo’s voice was dark and low, the only thing Hinata could hear over the pounding of his own heart. He was panting raggedly, gasping for air, and blinking away the sweat dripping into his eyes. That was his second orgasm of the night, and with the way Kuroo was acting, it was far from the last.
“T-Tetsu, I-”
“Shh, I know you can take it,” he repeated, this time a bit softer. Hinata’s ankles were locked by a spreader bar to keep them open, feet still up in the air from where Kuroo was holding him. Kuroo had first taken him from behind, but after one orgasm, he’d flipped him on his back and forced his knees back to his shoulders. Being unable to close his legs was much more frustrating than he’d ever expected it to be, but Hinata doubted that the bar would be coming off anytime soon.
Kuroo’s cock was still nestled deep inside of him, short but harsh thrusts making Hinata’s stomach clench. He was so sensitive by now, whining and flinching away from where Kuroo’s dick occasionally brushed against his prostate. His hole was a little sore from being fucked so much tonight, the friction rubbing him raw. And to think he wasn’t even close to being done.
“How many more?” Hinata whimpered, toes curling as Kuroo finally pulled free. He was sporting a black cock ring, making his already flushed dick more red and even harder than normal. That’s how Hinata knew he was serious tonight - he was even holding back on his own pleasure to ensure Hinata felt the weight of what they were doing.
“As many as I say,” Kuroo replied, standing up from the large bed. He grabbed the bar with one hand to drag Hinata to the edge as well, making the ginger gasp. With rough guiding hands, Kuroo hauled him to his feet and turned him around. “Grab the bed,” he ordered.
Hinata’s legs were shaking as he leaned over, presenting his backside to the other man. A sudden slap to his ass made him yelp, fingers curling into the messy sheets in surprise.
“Keep your ass up,” he murmured, right as he slid back inside. Hinata’s head lowered as he focused on his breathing, trying to ignore the stimulation if only to settle back down.
In, out. He breathed with Kuroo’s thrusts, inhaling every time the taller man pulled out and exhaling whenever he pushed back inside. It wasn’t enough to settle his racing heart, but at least he could think a little clearer this way.
He whined when Kuroo angled his hips, hitting his prostate head-on. Hinata’s dick was limp and coated in his own cum, but it wouldn’t be long before Kuroo forced another erection out of him. He’d already done it once - he was most assuredly going to do it again.
Kuroo’s hands were tight on his hips, keeping him still and high enough to keep fucking him. Hinata squeezed his eyes shut at the pleasure-pain of being fucked so soon after an orgasm, toes curling in the carpet below.
He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or horrified when he felt his dick twitching, pulling a ragged moan from his throat as it started to harden for the third time that night.
“That’s right, baby,” Kuroo purred, slapping his ass again with one palm. “I knew you could do it.”
“Hurts- Tetsu…” Hinata dropped his chin to his chest, staring down between his own messy thighs at where his cock was steadily filling out again.
“Relax. Let it feel good again,” Kuroo soothed, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the small of Hinata’s back. Hinata could only nod in response, trying to relax as instructed.
Kuroo was grunting with every thrust, and each thrust burned. Not just because of Hinata’s sensitive rim, but from Kuroo’s hips hitting his ass so hard over and over. He didn’t ask him to slow down though. He was fully aware that nothing he could say would change Kuroo’s mind, not unless he said the magic word. And yet both of them knew he wouldn’t even be entertaining his safe word.
A hand met the back of his head and fingers curled into his hair to roughly yank his head back and expose his throat to the room.
“Tetsu!” Hinata moaned, back arching slightly as Kuroo kept tugging. He didn’t say a word in response, just kept pulling back until Hinata was standing up fully, hands reaching behind him for any purchase he could find.
The hand in his hair loosened only to find a new place around Hinata’s throat. The ginger’s eyes widened in surprise, though he didn’t fight it when slim fingers curled around his windpipe.
“You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?” Kuroo asked in his ear. He hadn’t stopped his relentless pace, brutal and harsh against Hinata’s ass.
Hinata merely nodded, eyes closing to let himself adjust to this new feeling.
“Touch your cock, baby,” Kuroo encouraged. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
With a choked whimper, Hinata did as told. He flinched away from his own hand at first, still overly sensitive. But he worked up the nerve to hold himself properly and stroke in time with Kuroo’s thrusts. Kuroo’s hand remained around his neck, squeezing and releasing every few seconds. Hinata was becoming numb to anything else except what Kuroo was doing to him, and with another soft cry, spilled across his fingers.
“That’s it. What’d I tell you?” Kuroo continued to fuck him through the orgasm and then fuck him after it, even when the pleasure turned into too-much. Hinata was leaning back on him for support, knowing that should Kuroo step away, he would fall flat on his ass. It was either fall or put up with Kuroo’s ruthless fucking, and Hinata decided it was better to put up with the torturous pain than make an embarrassment out of himself.
Kuroo eventually slowed again and then pulled free, gently nudging Hinata so that he flopped across the mattress. It was a few seconds of much needed reprieve as Kuroo knelt behind him to undo the spreader bar. Hinata felt the weight lift away from his ankles and heard the sound of it being dropped on the floor before Kuroo’s fingers massaged the sore area.
He was just relaxing under the gentle touch when he felt something pressing against his hole yet again. He groaned at the realization that his break was over, and then bucked forward into the bed when Kuroo’s tongue licked inside of his loosened hole.
“Tetsu!” he cried out, scrabbling at the sheets. Kuroo’s hands resumed their hold on his hips so that he couldn’t squirm too far, stuck with feeling that sinful tongue inside of him.
He was so loose around Kuroo’s tongue that it was almost mortifying, but the older man didn’t seem to mind much. He took his time in exploring, licking at Hinata’s balls and over his taint before returning to his hole.
It wasn’t long until his hand was coming up to jerk Hinata off, forcing his hips off the bed so that he could properly touch.
“Hurts, it hurts,” Hinata cried, tears in his eyes. Those tears were quick to slide down his cheeks the longer Kuroo went, but he wasn’t letting up. No matter what Hinata did or said, Kuroo was a man on a mission, tongue-fucking the ginger until he was seizing up in another orgasm.
This one was dry, absolutely nothing coming from his cock. Hinata doubted he had anything left to give. And yet Kuroo must’ve believed that he did, because when he pulled away, it was only to roll Hinata over and direct him on what to do next.
On his back yet again, Hinata groaned as Kuroo pulled one knee over his own shoulder, spreading and stretching Hinata to the point of almost too far. Without any preamble, Kuroo slid right back inside and went back to his hurried fucking.
Hinata merely held on for the ride, eyes closed while he gripped Kuroo’s arms as tightly as possible. He was crying steadily by now, tears running in rivers down his cheeks. The leg that wasn’t over Kuroo’s shoulder wrapped tightly around his waist seeing as there was nothing else to do. He jolted with every thrust, oversensitive and growing tired the longer they went on.
“How many more can you give me?” Kuroo whispered against his cheek.
“No more,” Hinata begged, letting his head fall back in the pillows. “T-There’s nothing left, Tetsu.”
“You’re lying.” Kuroo pushed back his sweaty hair for him and then sloppily kissed his bare forehead. “I’m taking at least one more.”
Hinata groaned, long and low, but he didn’t argue.
And Kuroo took that next orgasm a little too quickly, somehow managing to fuck it right out of Hinata so that he was coming water on his own stomach.
Hinata thought they were done when Kuroo pulled back, mind reeling and body trembling. He collapsed onto the sheets and shuddered at being abandoned there on the bed, even if only for a few seconds, trusting that Kuroo was going to properly provide his aftercare. How wrong he was.
Kuroo was knelt above him, and Hinata watched through blurry eyes and lidded eyelashes as he pulled off the black cock ring. His dick looked painfully hard by now, angry and red from where it bobbed up near his stomach. Hinata swallowed as he took it in, quickly realizing that he was going to have to take care of that one way or another - as he realized that they weren’t done.
It didn’t seem that he was getting a choice in how to get Kuroo off. The taller man flopped down in the bed beside him, laying on his back with his head propped by pillows. And with a raised eyebrow, he patted his thigh.
“Get on.”
Hinata stared at him with wide eyes. “Tetsu, you’re not serious.”
“I am. Come on.” Kuroo’s eyes were dark as he stared at him, so very serious.
“I-I can’t!” Hinata lifted a leg, revealing just how bad he was trembling. “There’s no way-”
“Oh, you’re going to.” Kuroo hauled him up and over his hips until Hinata was sitting on his stomach. “Get moving, or else I’ll be taking even more tonight.”
Hinata’s breath hitched at the threat, imagining a night filled with pleasure and pain. It was already so much, he didn’t think he could take anymore. He really wouldn’t be able to take anymore should he refuse and Kuroo decided he wanted another five orgasms from Hinata.
Inhaling shakily, Hinata forced himself to rise up on his knees. It was hard, fuck, it was hard. His legs hadn’t felt this bad for years, but Kuroo was pushing him to his breaking point. Hissing between his teeth, he sank down on Kuroo, allowing himself to sit fully with his dick inside.
He was still sensitive, but at least he could sit for a minute. He knew he’d need to get moving soon, but for a few seconds, he tried to center himself and find the energy required to finish this right. He needed to hurry though. He knew Kuroo wasn’t going to be patient with him tonight.
Small hands braced on the stomach before him while Hinata worked his hips forward and back, deciding to slowly work up the energy and strength that would be needed to properly ride the man below him. Kuroo’s hands lingered on his hips to keep him in place, incidentally guiding him as well.
“Fuck,” Hinata whispered, circling his hips despite the slight pain that came with it. He couldn’t come again, there was just no way. But that didn’t mean he could give up, he would just have to keep going through this pain. Kuroo needed to finish before Hinata would be allowed to feel confident in finally being done here. So he kept circling and rocking his hips, grinding down to punch his own breath from his lungs and please Kuroo.
“Fuck yourself properly, Hinata,” Kuroo suddenly growled. The sound of his voice spurred Hinata to act so that he immediately raised up on his knees before falling back down with a cry.
His vision watered at the feeling, but he kept going, up and then down to fuck himself as Kuroo had demanded. It hurt, it hurt so much, but there was also something deep inside that felt deliciously good as well.
He tightened his grip on Kuroo’s midsection, thrusts growing shorter and sloppier. He was merely bouncing along the other’s cock now, hard and fast despite his trembling legs. He couldn’t even make out what expression Kuroo wore with how many tears filled his eyes.
“Tetsu- Please,” he gasped, his short burst of momentum slowing. He was on the verge of collapsing, but still desperately trying to move. He was leaned over Kuroo completely, orange hair hanging in his face and nearly face-planting into Kuroo’s chest. It likely wouldn’t be much longer until he did collapse, and he whimpered as he imagined the punishment for that.
Kuroo finally grabbed ahold of his hips and slammed upwards, making Hinata’s vision white out completely.
He could feel the warmth spreading inside of him, proof of Kuroo finally coming. Hinata choked out a cry as he finally collapsed, face squished against a warm and sweaty chest while Kuroo shallowly kept fucking him to ride out his orgasm.
It felt like forever until Kuroo was done, and Hinata had a sneaking suspicion that he’d fucked himself into overstimulation as well based on how his chest hitched beneath Hinata’s face.
“Did you come?” Kuroo asked in a raspy voice when they were both still. Hinata slowly shook his head, squeezing his eyes tighter. “Can’t have that.”
With a grunt, he rolled Hinata back over onto the bed and leaned over him. His yellow eyes were calm and calculating in the wake of his orgasm, as if renewed with more energy. Hinata found himself praying that they wouldn’t go any further.
Long fingers slid into his hole where Hinata hadn’t been able to see, making his whole body stiffen in surprise.
“Tetsu- I can’t!” he shrieked, grabbing the blanket beneath him in his fists.
“You’re going to,” Kuroo said lazily, curling his fingers into his prostate. His other hand came down to wrap around his half-hard dick and jerked him off quickly. He was using Hinata’s cum as lube, as well as his own inside of him.
Hinata squirmed away from the feeling, crying and face pinching uncomfortably. And yet, when Kuroo whispered in his ear, ordering one more, Hinata somehow did it, arching up off the bed for a few seconds before immediately pulling away from the stimulation altogether.
Nothing came out again, absolutely every drop of cum already milked from his balls.
Messy and panting, Hinata curled up on the sheets, body buzzing with a familiar feeling of warmth. Kuroo laid down beside him and wrapped his own body around Hinata, clutching him close to let him drift off.
“You did so well,” he whispered, very gently rubbing at Hinata’s side. He continued to whisper praises and compliments into Hinata’s flushed skin, rubbing him down with promises of food and a bath as soon as Hinata was able to move and answer him again.
With a heavy sigh, Hinata reached down to catch Kuroo’s hand in his own for a few seconds. He still couldn’t find it within himself to answer just yet, but he squeezed lightly, as if to say thank you.
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” Kuroo whispered afterwards, making Hinata smile.