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1. playing video games
Kuroo groans from his position at Kenma’s desk. His cheek is pressed against the page of an open textbook. Clearly studying isn’t working out for him, with the way his tail can’t seem to stop swishing out of boredom. It’s not his fault really, senior year calculus isn't exactly something he looks forward to doing, but Kenma had said it was good to keep his options open for university, and Kenma isn’t called the brains of the team for nothing.
Kuroo chances a glance at Kenma. Usually, he tries not to look at the other while studying, god knows he’ll get caught up in staring at his best friend’s face, or his cute fluffy orange and white ears, or even his adorable tail, which seems to be thumping the floor currently. Kenma taps at the buttons on his PSP repeatedly. His homework is messily pushed to the side, even though he was the one to suggest Kuroo study over at his house, with big eyes and a tug to his sleeve saying how he wanted to spend time together. Kuroo smiles at the previous instance, maybe a short break wouldn't be so bad.
Kuroo slips from the desk to sit behind Kenma, and before he can chicken out, pulls the other boy in his lap. He hooks his chin over Kenma’s shoulder, watching him run around in his mage avatar. Kuroo had listened to him talk about his characters long enough for him to know about the stats of each one, even if he doesn’t fully understand it. Kenma, for the most part, doesn’t protest, just makes himself comfortable with the new adjustment as Kuroos’ arms circle his waist before returning his focus to his PSP.
“Aren’t you supposed to be studying?” Kenma mummers, fluffy ears twitching in annoyance at dying again. His tail thumps the floor twice before restarting the game. Kuroo watches his ears flick again. The small action makes Kuroo want to kiss the soft fur there, maybe even leave a bite. He vaguely remembers biting Kenma’s ears as a kid, but back then more out of childhood innocence and less, well, Kuroo doesn't exactly know what to call it now. It's not like he can place his feelings for Kenma in a box, his feelings are a jumbled mess far too complicated for labels.
He hums, taking a second to comprehend the question, “I'd rather watch you play,” he says, settling his chin further into the other’s shoulder.
Kuroo turns his eyes towards the screen, watching Kenma’s avatar run around in what seems like circles for a few moments, before the tickle of his ears twitching captures Kuroo’s attention instead. Kenma was just being so cute, Kuroo couldn't help but lick his ears, grooming the younger.
“Ah! Kuro, stop! We aren't kittens anymore!” Kenma protested, tail flicking up to smack Kuroo in the face. Kuroo laughs, before moving one of his arms to steady the calico’s tail, happily resuming his grooming. They used to spend entire mornings like this as kits, lazily cleaning each other before drifting off for cat naps under the sun.
“But how else will you clean your ears, hm?”
“In the shower like a normal person, you freak!” Kenma twists from his seat on Kuroo’s lap to push at his jaw with the palm of his hand. He drops his PSP in the ruckus, making Kuroo internally cheer in delight. Well, as much as one could cheer with his face being pushed at with a sharp palm. Christ this kid was boney.
Kuroo just laughs, one loud enough to carry downstairs and have Kenma’s parents probably ask what was so funny later during dinner. He watches Kenma give him the stink eye before the other boy starts to stand up. His tail flicking in annoyance.
“I’m leaving,” he only moves a few centimeters before Kuroo all but yanks him back into his lap. Kenma only struggles for a little bit, squirming on his lap before admitting defeat, and slumping back against Kuroo’s chest. Grumbling under his breath all the way.
“Kenmaaaaaaa,”
“What now?”
“Please let me groom your ears,” he squeezes the arms around the younger’s waist to empathize his point. “Besides, it's not like I can clean you at university,“ Kuroo says, licking a long stripe up the other’s ear.
‘‘Ugh, fine.“ Kenma agrees, with slight reluctance. He places his hands neatly in his lap, letting Kuroo lick and groom as he pleases. Kuroo knew Kenma well enough to know he wasn't actually peeved by Kuroo’s insistence. Besides, the way his tail swished back and forth in content was enough of an encouragement for Kuroo.
“You always act like you don’t like this,“ he said in between one lick that had Kenma purring and ears flickering.
“Hey!“ he weakly turns towards Kuroo, enough for the older one to see his little pout. “That's because I don't like it.”
Kuroo hums. Then licks one final strip on his ears. “yeah, sure Ken.” he urges Kenma to sit up. “Come on, I think your parents are done making dinner.“
Kuroo very kindly doesn’t point out how Kenma’s pout deepens when he has to sit up, nor how his ears twitch in displeasure.
2. cuddling
Much to Kuroo's delight, university had no detriments to his and Kenma's friendship like he worried it would. He remembers an embarrassing sleepover that ended in Kuroo bawling out his eyes crying about how he didn't want his and Kenma's friendship to be over. Kenma had batted at his chest at such an “insulting” comment, and then pulled the other into a bruising hug, one so close that Kenma’s ears tickled his adams apple.
“I’ll call you every day, Tetsurou, and text too, like we always do,” he said, head tucked under Kuroo’s chin, mumbling the words to the others' chest. Kuroo hopes Kenma can't hear the way his heart beats out of his chest. Kenma only calls him by his given name when he’s being serious, like when they were kids and Kenma made him promise that Kuroo wouldn't forget about him when he left for high school.
Kuroo rubs the space between Kenma’s ears and wraps his own black tail around Kenma’s fluffy spotted one. They used to do this as children, when they were nervous to go out together, the tails anchoring them together.
As it seems, Kenma’s promise was fulfilled to the max. The two made an effort to text and call daily, plans already set to have Kenma visit Kuroo’s dorm. To say he was giddy was an understatement, his tail had been vibrating for the past few days, even his classmates curious to know what all the excitement was for. Kuroo had spent the last hour “Kenma proofing“ his apartment. He had bought plenty of Kenma’s favourite snacks and had changed his bedsheets to the softest ones he had, remembering nights at training camps where Kenma had complained about the sheets, and how he would slip beside Kuroo’s own futon, saying how Kuroo’s shirts could limit the surface area of the awful sheets. Kenma had raided enough of Kuroo's pajama pants and shirts, even if they hung off his loose figure because the clothes “felt better.” Kuroo’s is still a little unsure how that's so, he’s felt the younger’s clothes before, and it feels almost the same. Not that Kuroo would ever deny Kenma of his thievery.
Kuroo remembered how cute Kenma had looked like on their previous night call, with his ears twitching nervously at the prospect of taking such a long train.
You don’t have to, you know? If you're that nervous we can always reschedule some other time.
Kuro, when have you known me to do something I didn't want to do? I want to see you, I miss you, dumbass.
Kenma peers up at him with his wide eyes, and oh god, Kuroo’s heart is absolutely going to combust because not only is Kenma standing at his doorstep, he’s wearing his sweater , the one Kenma had pulled out of Kuroo’s suitcase before he left, before slipping it over his own head and hugged himself in it. Kuroo had laughed and rubbed the space between his ears then, but seeing him in it now is sending his heart into overdrive.
“Kuro,” he says, fluffy tail flicking impatiently, “are you going to let me in?”
Kuroo stumbles back only catching himself slightly. By the time he steadies himself Kenma is standing so close to him, with their chests practically touching and, oh god Kenma is looking up at him with those eyes— the kind of eyes Kuroo may have fantasized about often, taking advantage of the fact he didn’t have to share a wall with his parents. How can he not, when those eyes are how imagines Kenma would look on his knees.
“Kuro,” he says softly, before stepping the final step closer until they’re standing chest to chest. Fuck, they’re so close he wonders if Kenma could see the blush evident on his face. Kuroo could move back if he wanted to (he wouldn't though, he wouldn't ever move back), “are you feeling okay?”
Gah. Kuroo's heart is about to explode with how adorable Kenma is. He feels his ears press against his bedhead and feels his cheeks flush an even deeper colour. Oh god. His best friend asking him if he’s okay isn't exactly the best time to get hard.
Goddammit, clean thoughts Tetsurou. He clears his throat, “yeah, I just, um.” Kenma raised a brow at his fumbling, “I just missed you a lot Kenma.” he finishes, clearing his throat.
It's a good answer, with the way Kenma’s ears perk up and his tail swishes back and forth. He moves the two steps into Kuroo's arm, slotting his head underneath Kuroo’s chin and purring contently. His nose is cold against Kuroo’s collarbone like it always has been and makes him jump a little. The vibrations against Kuroo's skin are equally familiar as they are calming as Kuroo smiles and wraps his tail with Kenmas. God, he hopes Kenma can't feel his half chub as they rock together in the genkan.
Waking up curled to another catboy is an out-of-the-world experience, Kuroo has decided. The soft light filters through the blinds, painting Kenma’s pretty face in a serene picture. Kuroo combs his hand through Kenma’s hair. His face is tucked into Kuroo’s chest, sleeping soundly. The twitching of his nose makes Kuroo want to reach his other hand out to trace his cheeks with patterns. Kenma’s ears press against his head, in an adorable way that Kuroo has deciphered to mean he’s cold, especially with the bite of autumn approaching. Kuroo can’t help but smile to himself before shuffling closer, wrapping his arm around the younger and slipping his tail back under the covers to rub his back in a steady motion; he smiles once he starts hearing the younger purr.
Kuroo remembers sleepovers as kittens, when the weather was particularly bad, and when Kenma used to be scared of the dark. Kuroo would intertwine his tail with the younger's own fluffy one, to steady it and to say don’t worry, I won't let anything happen to you. The action was enough to comfort the younger, and even in high school when Kenma’s tail stopped shaking at the sound of lighting he still curled himself in a ball into Kuroo’s chest.
It could be a reason for him to cuddle up with you, his brain unhelpfully supplies. Followed by a: shut up, Tetsurou. Kuroo decides to ignore the thought, pushing it away to focus on Kenma, at how he seems to be lost in a dream with his ears twitching and his lips slightly parted, murmuring softly in the pillow. Kuroo shifts closer, curious to hear what Kenma is saying in his sleep. He shuffles further into the sheets until he’s eye level with Kenma’s sleeping face, He leans closer, he still can’t make out what Kenma is saying, but he wonders if Kenma would mind if he pressed a kiss to his cheek. Kuroo is about to tuck a strand behind the other's ear when a stinging pain on his cheek pulls a yelp out from his chest.
“Ken?“ Kuroo rubs whatever sleepiness was still in his body out. Did—did Kenma just hit him with his tail? Kuroo pokes at Kenma's supposedly sleeping body. There was no way Kenma hit him in his sleep, right?
Kuroo pokes at Kenma’s cheek again, trying to not coo at the way his cheek indents around soft fat. Kenma weakly grumbles before shifting onto his back to let out a kitten-like yawn, causing Kuroo’s heart to seize at the movement. Kenma was just so adorable his heart couldn't handle it. He looked so small and peaceful like this, Kuroo just wanted to wrap him up in a hug and never let go.
Woah, where’d that thought come from? Kuroo doesn't consider himself a possessive person, much less over someone he’s not even dating but the thought of Kenma with another person makes Kuroo’s stomach twist.
Before he can ponder over his thoughts for too long, Kenma yawns again, this time stretching his arms up, almost hitting Kuroo in the face, if it weren't for his fast reflexes he probably would've been hit. Kuroo couldn't, however, dodge the tail that flicked at an even higher speed. Kuroo yelped before letting a stream of curses follow at the pain.
“Kuro?“ Kenma groaned, shifting his upper body up, clearly disturbed from his sleep. “What's wrong?” he yawns again, this time his tail sticking straight with the action.
Kuroo chuckles, dammit it seems like he can’t ever be mad at Kenma. “You hit me in the face, Kitty. That's what happened.“
Kenma’s eyes flash wide before he quickly gets up to straddle Kuroo's lap, cupping his face in his palms. Kuroo quickly adjusts, slipping his hands around the other's waist. He tries not to think about how Kenma’s sleep shirt has ridden up, and how his fingers graze bare skin, soft from sleep. He tries not to think how if he squeezed his fingers a little they could touch around the younger's waist.
“Where? With what? When?” he shoots off in rapid succession, smoothing his thumbs over Kuroo's cheekbones.
Kuroo can’t help but chuckle again, Kenma just looks so cute all worried, with his ears flat against his head, and his tail limp on the bedsheets. Kuroo wants to ruffle the boy's ears and kiss the concern off his face.
“Kuro?“
Oh shit. He said that last part out loud didn't he? Kuroo is about to release a slew of apologies when he realizes Kenma hasn’t moved from his position on Kuroo’s lap. Instead, he sits patiently, eyes all big and filled with excitement.
Kuroo jostles Kenma further up on his lap, before leaning forward, just until Kuroo can see the specks of gold in Kenma's eyes.
“Kenma,“ he breathes out, like they’re back in elementary school, sharing secrets in hallways and underneath trees. “Can I kiss you?“
Kenma’s ears and tail flick up so fast it's almost comical, he exhales softly before his small voice whispers, "please,"
Kuroo tentatively shifts closer, watching Kenma’s face for any changes that may indicate he doesn't want this, Kenma just stares back with his wide eyes staring back, mouth parted and his lips looking so kissable.
Kuroo slowly closes the gap, hearing the soft groan coming from Kenma’s lips is a whole delight in itself. He wonders if his lack of experience is showing—if Kenma can tell that he’s been waiting for this moment for practically his entire life. He gently sucks the bottom of Kenma’s lip, making Kenma gasp and clutch at the front of Kuroo’s shirt. Kenma doesn’t seem to have that much experience either, his movements are equally clumsy as they are endearing. Kuroo doesn’t care—this is them and it’s perfect. Kuroo slides a hand up Kenma's side, feeling his soft skin and the goosebumps rise under his fingertips. Kenma feels so fucking soft in his hands, with his hands pawing at Kuroo’s front, and his tail swaying so much Kuroo could feel the wind against his body. His own tail isn't doing much better, he's probably close to knocking over a cup on his nightstand soon. He doesn't know who breaks away first, only knowing the two are panting heavily.
“Kenma,“ Kuroo breathes out, he knows he sounds dreamy, but who wouldn't be, after kissing the boy of his dreams, the one who has been by his side continuously for the past ten or so years.
“Kuro,” Kenma whines, already pressing forward for another kiss, his eyelids half-lidded and his tail curling around one of Kuroo’s forearms. And really, who is Kuroo to deny what Kenma wants?
3. watching a movie
“Kuro, why are you up so early? ” Kenma whines, pulling the blanket above his head.
Kuroo chuckles before bending down to plant a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek, and then one of his fluffy ears, you know, just because he can. The fact always seems to amaze him a little, tugging at his heartstrings.
“Just going to the library, go back to bed, baby,“ he plants one final kiss on Kenma’s soft lips, always so lax for him. Kuroo is so lucky to wake up to the love of his life. “I'll be back for movie night, okay?”
Kuroo watches in amusement as Kenma burrows further into the bed. As if it was possible Kenma seemed to be sinking into the mattress. Kuroo couldn't help but coo at the sight, until Kenma pointedly reminded him he was going somewhere.
Kuroo only half pays attention to the movie, he’s too busy staring at Kenma’s cute face, his golden eyes tracked on the movie they've both seen multiple times. The routine of curling together on the couch until they eventually doze off is comforting, even more so since they've moved in together and don't have any nagging parents to pull them into bed. Kenma looks so peaceful, with his face tucked into Kuroo's chest and hands holding his own tail, absentmindedly smoothing the fine hairs. Kuroo's tail curls around the small of Kenma’s waist, rubbing soothing patterns on his skin. One particular stroke has Kenma squirming, letting out a small “eep!”.
“That tickles, Kuro,” Kenma says with a light bat of his sweater paw to Kuroo's chest.
Kuroo grins. He could apologize and keep watching the movie or he could be an asshole. Of course he’s going to be an asshole. He flicks the end of his tail again, until Kenma squirms again, his nose wrinkled and eyebrows drawn up in annoyance. Kuroo can't help but repeat his acts, until Kenma is trying to push Kuroo’s tail away, giggling at the feeling.
“Stoop,” he laughs, trying to shift away. Kuroo only yanks him closer, slipping his hands under his shirt to use deft fingers to make Kenma squirm and giggle. Their push and pull finds Kuroo’s face inches away from Kenma’s. His fingers still, too entranced at looking at Kenma’s flush cheeks, rosy from laughing.
“Kuro,“ Kenma says, his ears twitch for a second before he slowly presses forward until Kuroo finds soft lips moving against his. His hand finds itself tucking Kenma’s hair behind his ears, before cradling Kenma’s jaw; smoothing his thumb over the soft skin. Their kiss is practiced, soft and gentle from hours of kissing each other during summer break, back when they learned they could stay up just to kiss and innocently explore each other's bodies under the night sky, sleepy movements slow until fatigue lulled them into slumber. Kuroo knows Kenma likes it when he bites the bottom of his lip, and how he slips his tongue in too, coaxing Kenma’s lips further open until he can massage the boy's tongue with his own. He barely hears Kenma’s gasp alongside the rush of blood in his ears, before the younger is kissing harder, letting small whines slip in between kisses. Kuroo smiles into the kiss, his kitten could get so worked up sometimes, and the intensity always reminds him of the fact his boyfriend isn’t as fragile as he looks. Kenma pulls back, and Kuroo can’t help but be entranced by the line of spit connecting their mouths.
“Hey,” Kuroo grins, rubbing his thumb at the seam of Kenma’s lips.
Kenma glances to the side, and if making a split-second decision, swings a leg over Kuroo’s thigh, straddling the other's thick muscle. Kuroo steadies him with hands on tiny hips, sliding his tail to rest on soft thighs.
“Hey,” Kenma says shyly, before slowly grinding down, experimental with his movements as Kuroo watches him huff to find the best angle for friction.
Kuroo surges up to capture his lips in a kiss again. He can’t help it, Kenma looks so cute all worked up, so eager to chase his own pleasure he forgets his surroundings. Kenma gasps when Kuroo pushes his tongue past those plush lips. Always so responsive, and so, so, so good for him. Kenma’s whines climb higher and higher as he messily ruts his small hips against Kuroo's thigh, it doesn’t help Kuroo has his tail rubbing at the head of Kenma’s cock, teasing touches that Kuroo will know to have Kenma leaking. Kuroo groans as Kenma's knee brushes up against his dick. He tightens his grip to help Kenma chase his pleasure. Slipping his tail from his dick to hike Kenma’s sleep shorts higher up, exposing creamy thighs.
“Feels good, baby?“ Kuroo huffs out breathlessly after he pulls away from their kiss. Kenma looks so cute like this, all desperate for a cock to fill any of his holes. He shakes his head furiously, his hair shaking from where he tucked it behind his ears earlier.
“Not enough!“ his fists clench tighter at the front of Kuroo’s tee-shirt, tears falling prettily. All for him, Kuroo thinks, grinning wide.
“Hm? You want more, Kitty?“ Kuroo says, using a strong grip on the other boy to still his hips. Kenma cries out again, ears flat against his head and tail twitching erratically behind him. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes please, Kuro!“
Kuroo grins, the fact that he can reduce this strong-willed boy into a whiney mess will send his heart soaring. He plants a soft kiss to Kenma’s spit-soaked ones before slipping his hands underneath the younger’s thighs, relishing in the gasp Kenma lets out when he picks him up. The walk to their bedroom Kenma was obedient, keeping his hips still, however, he left little nibbles at the junction of Kuroo’s neck, the fluff of his ears tickling Kuroo.
Kuroo slips the bedroom door open with his tail before gently placing Kenma in the middle of the bed. He plants a slow kiss on Kenma’s lips, ignoring the hard-on in his pants because Kenma deserves to be kissed lovingly as much as he does filthy. He fondles and digs his fingers into the plushness of Kenma’s thighs, even though he had lost muscle due to not playing volleyball, they're soft and drive Kuroo crazy. He remembers days before they were fully ready to have sex he’d fuck the space between those thighs. Hm, that's a nice thought . It's been a while since they've done that.
“Please,“ Kenma whispers, between their lips.
“How do you want it, baby?“ he says, grinding his hip down, reveling in the high keen Kenma lets out. He loves reducing his baby to a mess then demanding him to use his words.
“Ah!“ his tail wraps around Kuroo’s bicep, and his hands clutch the bedsheets around him. “Anything! Please! I want your tongue, your cock, your hands! Anything, please!”
Kuroo grins, moving his hands to skate under Kenma’s loose shirt, exposing hard nipples adorned with silver barbells. Kuroo remembers the dreaded year-long recovery period, but the payoff was worth it, with the way Kenma moans all sweetly once Kuroo wraps his lips around a brown bud. Kenma threads his fingers through Kuroo’s bedhead tugging and whining at each flick of Kuroo’s tongue. Kuroo hums around the bud, the metal clinking in his teeth, he uses his free hand to twist and tug at the second one, feeling Kenma’s legs tighten around his waist.
“Ah—ah!”
Kuroo shifts his hands lower, spreading Kenma’s legs open before encouraging Kenma to lift his hips, pulling his shorts and underwear down in one go. Kuroo pulls back to watch his small cock bob against his stomach, already leaking at the tip.
“You too,” Kenma whines, pawing at Kuroo’s shirt as if to say off, off, off.
Kuroo grins, chuckling to himself as he pulls back, just enough to finish shuck the rest of Kenma's pants off—leaving kisses on his soft thighs as he does so. Kenma lets himself be smothered by attention, watching with rapid attention as Kuroo pulls his shirt over his head and sheds the rest of his clothing. His own cock is exposed, rock hard and red at the tip. Kenma makes grabby hands indicating for the other to step closer.
“You’re so pretty, Kenma,” Kuroo says, one knee on the bed, crawling over the other until his face was directly above the others. He could see Kenma's pupils blown out, all glassy and so far gone, from just a few kisses. He crawls a little closer until he can pull the half-used bottle of lube out from under the pillow, feeling Kenma’s soft fingers dance up his abs.
“You’re prettier, Kuro,” Kenma says, eyes fixated on the other's stomach, his fingers still shifting up, feeling each ridge of his stomach.
Kuroo clicks the bottle open, watching in amusement as Kenma’s ears twitch up, what a Pavlov's kitten, he thinks.
“You want me to finger you, Kitty?” Kuroo says, already warming up the lube in his fingers. Kenma nods feverishly, his fluffy ears twitching in anticipation. His arms had looped themselves around Kuroo’s shoulders, threading his fingers through black locks.
Kuroo hikes Kenma's thigh into the crook of his elbow, the other one slack on the bed. He has his index finger pressed against the younger’s hole, rubbing circles around it, without actually pushing in.
“Why don’t you use your words, hm?”
Kenma parts his mouth to beg, maybe even whine, Kuroo doesn't know; he pushes the single digit in, eliciting a high-pitched moan from Kenma’s slack lips and has his ears pressed further against his messy hair. Kuroo pumps the finger steadily, scanning his face for any displeasure. No matter how desperate he is, he doesn't ever want to hurt Kenma due to his irresponsibility.
“Kuro, more,'' Kenma gasps, his tail tugging Kuroo's arm at a faster pace, Kuroo chuckles, before leaning forward to plant a kiss at the corner of his lips. He’s such a brat, but Kuroo can’t deny him what he wants.
When Kuroo deems Kenma stretched enough, he's a panting mess, one that Kuroo loves so so much. Kuroo pushes Kenma into the mattress, until his chest is flush against the bed and his knees present his ass in the air. Kuroo digs his fingers into soft plushness, massaging and kneading the cheeks, hearing the way Kenma moans half-muffled by the pillow.
Kuroo brushes his thumb over Kenma's wet hole, hearing him gasp as Kenma's tail wraps around Kuroo's wrist, pushing the limb away.
“Ah! Kuro! Stop teasing and just put it in already!“ Kenma says, glaring at him while one hand bats Kuroo's hand away. Kuroo grins, Kenma could be so demanding sometimes, all pouty and cute, Kuroo couldn't help but lean over Kenma’s body, planting a chaste kiss to Kenma's pliant lips. He pulls his back a few inches, scanning Kenma’s wide eyes and parted mouth, letting his and Kenma's breath mingle.
“I love you, Kenma.“ he whispers, softly so that Kenma knows he means it, knows that he is all Kuroo will ever love.
“I love you too, Tetsurou.“ Kenma says softly, his ears pressing against his head in embarrassment. Kenma closes the gap again, pulling away after a few seconds. “Now please put your dick in me,“ he says, more firmly. Kuroo chuckles, pressing one last kiss to his lips, feeling Kenma's tail twitch where it's pressed between their bodies.
Kuroo grins, straightening his body before fishing around for the lube. Fucking his own lubed-up fist sent pleasure to his neglected dick. His mind is fuzzy by the time he starts to push into Kenma, oh god, the heat around his dick makes him tip his head back in pleasure. He bottoms out as Kenma moans into his arms.
Kuroo can't help his hips thrust a tiny bit, eliciting a small “ah!“ from Kenma. If he didn’t voice his surprise his tail gave it away already, with the way it went rigid then slack again.
“Shit, sorry baby,“ he stills his hips, even though the tightness is threatening to send him over the edge already. He wipes his dirty hand in the sheets before gripping Kenma's small waist tightly. Kenma nods slightly, signaling it was okay for him to move. Kuroo starts with gentle thrusts, ones that have Kenma whining for more. He picks the pace up until his thrusts are long and deep, Kenma’s whines climb higher and higher, his fluffy ears mused from the tossing around the bed. Kuroo bites his lip, experimentally thrusting more into Kenma until he hears the loudest moan yet,
“Is that it?“ he says with a grin, even though he knows Kenma’s body inside and out. He aims for that spot again, keeping his thrusts at a steady pace. Kenma can't do anything but lay there and take it, sobbing and half attempting to muffle his moans.
“‘s good,“ he hiccups, his tail flicking up wildly, quickly striking Kuroo's cheek. This little brat, this is why they don't fuck in this position often because Kenma’s tail is uncontrollable and wild. It seems like no matter how many times Kuroo has reprimanded him for it he can't stop. Kuroo grabs his tail and pushes it against his boyfriend's back, sliding his hand until his fingers wrap around the back of Kenma’s neck, still holding the tail steady. Kenma melws, trying to blabber out choked out apologies.
“You should, ah, “ he pants heavily, the burn in his thighs starting to become present, “behave if you want to come.“ he feels the tail twitch in his palm, fuck, he’s getting close. Kenma is getting close too, with the way he hasn't said coherent sentences in a while.
Kuroo pulls his hand back before sliding out of Kenma completely. The sharp gasp the other lets out almost makes Kuroo push back in immediately. Kenma turns his head back, and holy shit, he's beautiful with his eyes glassy and lips puffy.
“I'm sorry, Kuro!“ he hiccups, reaching back with one hand to try and claw at Kuroo's chest. Kuroo flips the boy to lay on his back, before shoving a spare pillow under his hips. Kenma gasps for a breath of air again, “I didn't mean to hit you! I swear!“
Kuroo hooks an elbow underneath Kenma's knee, leaning over to press a soft kiss, one filled with love, to show that no matter how much he throws the younger around he still cares.
“I know baby,“ he says, before leaning in to kiss each of Kenma’s cute twitchy ears, “I just wanted to see your face,“ he guides himself back into Kenma, watching the way his cock tugs at Kenma’s sensitive rim. Kenma’s fucked out voice chokes out another moan, and his hands reach out to paw at Kuroo’s chest.
“Love you,” he says, reaching down to pull at his own cock.
Kuroo bats his hand away, replacing it with his own as he pumps his hand in time with his thrusts. He bends forward, to press a quick kiss to the other’s lips, then shifts down, shifting Kenma’s shirt up to wrap his lips around an exposed bud.
“I’m gonna—” Kenma gasps, hands clutching and pulling at Kuroo's bedhead.
“ah shit, me too Ken,“ Kuroo says after he pulls away from the brown bud. He leans back, thrusting into Kenma at full power. The heat around his dick squeezed harder. God, Kenma just felt so amazing around him he could die like this.
“Stop that's—Ah!— that's embarrassing,“ he whines, covering his face with his hands. Huh, Kuroo guesses he must've said that out loud.
“It's true though—Fuck!” His tail slides up to pull Kenma’s hands away from his face, exposing his tear-tracked cheeks. “I could die a happy man inside you,” he says, jerking his hand faster, desperate to make Kenma feel good.
Kenma’s moans climb higher until their bedroom is filled with a symphony of their love, the sound of skin slapping filling Kuroo’s ears. Kenma comes with a silent gasp, throat raw and hands clawing at Kuroo’s chest for purchase. The additional tightness around Kuroo's dick makes his hips stutter before he joins him over the edge with a deep groan. Kuroo collapses over Kenma's body as the two struggle to catch their breath.
“Kuro,“ Kenma says softly, voice rough, “you're heavy,“
Kuroo nuzzles his face further into Kenma’s neck, licking a small sliver of skin. “you’re warm,” he said, pressing more fat kisses along his neck until Kenma burst into small giggles.
Kenma loops his arms around Kuroo's neck, before tilting his head back for Kuroo to leave more kisses. “I love you, Kuro.“
Kuroo nuzzles his face further into Kenma’s neck, feeling a deep purr from his chest, he can't help it—he’s just so happy to be here with Kenma at his side. “I love you too, Kenma,” he says, half-muffled against the other's neck. He can feel his tail swish happily, and he presses one last kiss to Kenma's neck. He pulls back, and very softly pulls out of him, he and Kenma both hiss, far too over-sensitive, but he watches with rapid attention as cum dribbles out onto already soiled bedsheets, covering the base of Kenma’s tail into a sticky mess.
He pushes forward to press a quick kiss to Kenma’s lips, one chaste and innocent despite all they did. “I'm going to start the bath, okay?'' Kuroo slips away to fill the tub and gather the towels.
Once they rise off in the shower Kenma leans back on Kuroo's chest, letting his hair be shampooed and head massaged. He even blushes when Kuroo circles his spotted tail with his own. Once Kuroo applies his conditioner he bends down to kiss at an exposed shoulder. “Was it good for you?“ he hums, circling arms around his thin waist. Kenma hums, he’s probably halfway asleep, as he always does after sex. He says it takes all the energy out of him and Kuroo has found himself brushing the other boy's teeth for him more than once when he was too tired to function.
“‘s always good Tetsurou,“ he slowly turns his head, allowing Kuroo to look into his half-lidded eyes, “was it good for you?'' Kuroo kisses his cheek and rubs a conditioner slimy ear.
“Of course it was good for me, Kitty.“ another kiss, “it’s always good with you.“
As the two are curled up under fresh sheets Kuroo tucks his head into Kenma's chest, wrapping his arms around the younger's waist. Kenma idly rubs at Kuroo’s ears and just like that Kuroo falls asleep next to his best friend and his boyfriend, he couldn't be anymore happier.