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Kenma feels sharp teeth sink into his skin but unable to break the flesh, only nibbling the surface enough for the blond to want to scratch it. Before he can reach over, however, a cool tongue is already swiping over the reddening teeth marks. Kenma tries to suppress the small moan threatening to escape his lips, having mastered the art of 'pretending not to care and focusing on my game' after years of being friends with a certain Kuroo Tetsurou.
The older of the two isn't always like this. He is always either asleep or quietly reading a book while the younger jabs his thumbs on his handheld device to defeat whatever he needs to in the virtual world. It's a good arrangement for their off days and free time. They vowed–after Kenma's insistence–not to talk too much volleyball whenever they're out of the gym and the school. The smaller boy wants to relax without the threat of a future match looming over him. Kuroo agrees. Nekoma's team captain who stresses out quite easily despite looking him not looking the part, doesn't bother arguing when he knows his best friend is right.
There are days though when Kuroo feels extra clingy, following Kenma everywhere he goes and making sure a part of him is touching the younger or is close enough to reach for the smaller one without hassle. The blond, over time, has learned what this means and there can be a bunch of reasons behind it but there are prominent ones. Kuroo is a graduating student which easily explains this behaviour. Someone just mentions the thought of graduation and moving to college and the taller boy is already by Kenma's side in an instant like the smaller one's inexplicably big shadow. But lately, the reason has been something else.
Jealousy.
After realizing that their feelings for each other are not one of friendship alone, Kenma and Tetsurou decided to up the level of their relationship and started dating at the end of last year's academic year. Kuroo doesn't seem like it, what with his easy-going personality, that jealousy is something that he feels as well. But then again, he is only human who has feelings, both rational and irrational.
With the first-years coming in, Kuroo became wary of how Kenma will be interacting with them especially when he goes away for college, leaving his boyfriend with new blood to rein and control on his own. He has always been proud of Kenma–the heart and brain of their team–parading his boyfriend around and introducing him to the fresh blood that will soon become regulars for their team. At first it was alright, they are friendly with Kenma and are amazed by the quiet boys volleyball skills despite his shy demeanour and lack in physicality. But as the time stretched and the new ones start becoming too friendly, Kuroo's boyfriend instincts kick in, abruptly pulling Kenma away from the crowd gathering around him with a lame excuse to go to the clinic or to fetch some drinks, only to come back with the smaller boy sporting a hickey on the side of his neck.
Kenma doesn't remember anyone mentioning about graduations and the upcoming matches being the senpais' last ones this year as a Nekoma player. So his boyfriend's clingy can only be drawn from the latter reasoning. Not that it matters to Kenma though because he sees nobody else but Kuroo and as much as he can he tries to show it to the elder every possible way he can.
"I'm hungry,"* Tetsurou mumbles against the exposed skin of Kenma's shoulder, the collar of his sweater which is two sizes bigger on him–because it's actually Kuroo's–is hanging off on one shoulder. The younger squirms in his seat, trying for the nth time to fend off the monster in his game with his boyfriend's lips on his skin, puffing hot air directly to it and not helping him focus on his game.
"Why don't you make yourself a sandwich?"* Kenma suggests, fingers moving quickly to restart the stage.
"Not that kind of hungry," the older of the two answers almost instantly, arms coming around the smaller one's waist before one of his hands slides down and caresses Kenma's thighs. Tetsurou glides his lips from where he's been perched on the younger's shoulder up to the back of Kenma's ear, kissing behind the cartilage before nipping at the outer shell of his boyfriend's ear.
"Kuro," the blond's fingers falter in their movements as he breathily calls out in warning to his boyfriend.
"Hmmm?" The elder hums, his chest vibrating against Kenma's back as he elongates it.
"But I'm not hungry." Kenma knows protesting will go nowhere especially when his boyfriend already started but he argues that one will never know unless he tries. And he really wants to finish this stage.
"That's okay," Tetsurou answers against the pale column of the younger's neck. His other hand comes down to cup the front of Kenma's crotch, not allowing his other hand to rest from stroking and fondling the supple skin of his boyfriend's thighs. The taller boy's next words has Kenma straightening up, cock stirring awake, "You can just feed me."
Kuroo lets out a pleased sound when he hears a small moan escape from his boyfriend's lips. His long pointer finger traces the slight bump forming in front of Kenma's boxers and the sound the younger produces next is prolonged, the blond's hands gripping his gadget tightly both in fear of it falling off his hands and to find some kind of purchase for his sweaty palms. The taller male stops from fondling his boyfriend's thighs to reach up and remove the handheld device from Kenma's hands. The other doesn't argue and loosens his grip, moving his hands to his sides where he can grip the blanket draped over his bed. Kuroo stands up and places the younger's PSP on the desk before kneeling in front of the smaller one, Kenma's eyes following every movement from the elder until one of his hands is taken. The taller boy gives it a kiss before leaning forward to capture the blond's lips between his. Kenma protests at first, telling the other that his mother is downstairs but Kuroo argues that they've done it so many times before with their parents in the same house so today shouldn't be any different. After a few more weak complaints, the younger finally kisses back and Kuroo interlaces their hands before placing it on the bed, his other hand roaming all over the smaller body in front of him.
"Don't worry," the raven-haired boy whispers against Kenma's lips, a string of saliva connecting their mouths as they breath in the other's exhales. "I told you," Kuroo lifts one hand to tap his fingertip on the younger's nose, "you just need to feed me." The same hand is then lowered to slip under the light fabric of the smaller one's sweater. Before Kenma can even register what his boyfriend is doing, his lips are engulfed by the elder's hungry kisses again, tongue dancing with Kuroo's as his chest is heated up by the captain's big, warm hand. A thumb and a pointer finger is then placed around his right nipple, pinching and twisting the sensitive nub to stimulate and harden it.
Kuroo swallows all of the lewd sounds leaving his boyfriend's mouth, making sure his body is given proper attention while he devours Kenma's lips. He can feel the younger's hand wrapping around his arm, long fingernails scratching his skin and marking his tanned flesh with crescents but not exactly stopping him from his movements. When he finally lets go of the smaller one's lips, a whine escapes his younger boyfriend's throat and he can't help but find that both erotic and adorable, something he thinks only his pudding head is capable of doing. Kuroo allows another quick kiss before he moves to the other's neck, reminding himself not to leave any visible marks that Kenma's parents will ask the poor boy of later. It's difficult feat but he manages not to bite and suck too hard, his work still able to extract wanton mewls from his boyfriend.
"Ssshhhh kitten," Kuroo whispers against the smaller one's exposed clavicles, "auntie might hear you." Kenma throws him a glance that clearly says 'And whose fault is it that I'm this noisy?' but the elder doesn't think too much into it. He just gives the blond a sleazy smile before lifting the sweater his boyfriend is wearing using only one hand, his lips slide down to leave kisses on Kenma's sternum before attacking one of his erect nipples, covering the rosy bud with his saliva. The younger's free hand flies to his own mouth in hopes of muffling the sounds coming out of it. This catches Kuroo's attention and with his boyfriend's nipples in a light bite between his teeth, the teasing boy says, "You like it that much?"
Kenma has no strength to argue with him so he just glares at the elder but it quickly softens when he sees Kuroo release his nipple to kiss his chest and give him a smile. The elder pushes himself up to steal a kiss from the younger's lips before resuming with his work, lifting the hem of the sweater and asking the smaller in his sickeningly sweet voice to bite on it to allow his other hand to be free to roam around his body. The blond throws his head back, thankful that he actually has something to do with his mouth so that he can avoid screaming out in pleasure when Kuroo's hand slips into his boxers to palm at his erection. He feels the hot lips leave his chest, trailing kisses down his abdominals, leaving a few hickeys behind before finally mouthing at the younger's clothed manhood. Kenma's head falls forward again, wanting to see his boyfriend. What see finds has him groaning and moving his hand to the crazy hair on top of boyfriend's head.
Kuroo finds a wet patch forming where he knows the younger's leaking tip is and decides to lick over the darkening part of the fabric. The reaction is instant. Fingers tighten on his hair, pushing his face closer as Kenma bucks his hips forward. He pulls away after a while, a grin plastered on his face when he sees how debauched his boyfriend is with so little direct skin to skin contact.
"We should get you out of this, don't you think?" Kuroo dips his thumb by the waistband of Kenma's boxers and the younger lets go of his hand to push himself up better on the mattress. The elder doesn't waste time and pulls the boxers down, the smaller one's cock springs to life, curving towards Kenma's stomach and all the taller male can do is lick his lips in anticipation. The small action pulls a groan from the blond and Kuroo can't help but smirk, dominant hand undoing his jeans while the other teases the skin on the other's inner thigh. He also releases his half-hard cock and starts stroking as he finally reaches the younger's dick, teasing it with his fingers before wrapping his hand by the base of Kenma's manhood. The little squeeze he gives it has the smaller one squeaking in surprise, legs unconsciously spreading wider.
"いただきます!" Kuroo says, eyes holding his boyfriend's gaze as he leans closer. He licks the underside of Kenma's cock and the younger hisses at the feel of Kuroo's cold tongue against the heated flesh. The elder makes sure every inch of the smaller one's cock is drenched in his saliva before focusing on the head, precum dribbling down from the slit. He laps at it, the mix of the salty and bitter taste lingering on his tongue as he spreads the fluid down the shaft. Kuroo swirls his tongue around the swollen tip before engulfing it with his mouth, sucking on it lightly then pushing his head down to swallow the rest of his boyfriend's length. His hand goes down to fondle Kenma's balls as he finally reaches the base, small curly hairs tickling his nose as he hums around the younger's length. He can feel the younger tremble, fingers gathering more of Kuroo's hair before pulling again so that the elder will release his length. He repeats all of this in a slow pace, keeping the motion of his hand around his cock the same so as not to cum earlier than his boyfriend. The tall boy needs to control himself well because the sounds coming from Kenma are enough to extract his release out of him.
Somewhere along the way, the pace increases and Kenma finds himself unable to lessen the volume of his moans. All the younger can hope for is that his mother is taking her afternoon nap so that she won't notice the sounds coming from the blond's room. He can even feel the taller one’s teeth scrape against his sensitive skin, nibbling lightly at the tip. When Kuroo releases his cock and takes it in his hand again, he feels a bit empty without the wet warmth around him but then his boyfriend's mouth is suddenly going lower, wrapping around his testicles and sucking on them one by one. Kenma cannot help the wave of pleasure from making him shudder, the calloused hand stroking him, the warmth around his balls and the sight of Kuroo touching himself always has him trembling with arousal.
"Kuro," the younger weakly calls out, arms almost giving out from keeping him upright.
"It's okay," Kuroo looks up, one of Kenma's balls still inside his mouth when he replies, "Cum if you want to."
The taller male wraps his mouth around his boyfriend's cock again, hand moving from Kenma's length to interlace with the smaller hand again. He releases the younger again, only to say, "You can move too, kitten."
Although weak, Kuroo can feel the younger bucking his hips up to meet the taller one, groaning whenever the tip of his cock rubs the back of his boyfriend's throat. The elder intensifies what Kenma can feel by humming whenever the head reaches his throat, the sound making his throat constrict and vibrate against the tip. When he looks up, Kenma's eyes are shut tight and his jaws are slackened, pleasure etched in every corner of his flushed face and body. Kuroo increases his pace, both of his mouth and hand, unable to hold back any longer.
Due to his boyfriend's fervor movements, Kenma senses his orgasm just around the corner but he didn't expect it to be so soon. Without warning his release shoots out of his cock and into his boyfriend's throat but he can't stop his hips from moving, making use of the elder's accommodating mouth. The euphoric bliss that takes over his body renders him unable to think rationally, arms weak and having no power to stop the elder from sucking him continuously. Somehow he is still able to feel the other groaning around his cock, the mouth around him not halting until he is empty.
The explosion of warmth in his mouth pushes Kuroo to the edge, his hand unconsciously going faster as his boyfriend empties in his mouth, panting and shuddering as the elder extracts the last drop. The raven-haired captain doesn't stop, even using his thumb to tease the slit of his cock until he feels the fluid rising from his tight balls to the tip of his manhood. White, hot and blinding. That is his orgasm. His release covers his hand, some even shooting to the wooden frame of his boyfriend's bed and down to the floor. His mouth is full of Kenma and it does nothing but spur him further, gulping when he senses that his mouth cannot hold so much fluid anymore. And then he himself is down to the last drop, cock becoming limp in his hands as he finally lets go of his boyfriend's.
"The fuck!" Kenma gasps when he sees through heavy lids that Kuroo's Adam's apple is bobbing, a mix of saliva and cum escaping at the corner of his boyfriend's lips. He frantically reaches for the tissue box, saying some things along the lines of, "Why did you swallow that? Stupid! Stupid Kuro!"
The elder accepts the tissues but he doesn't spit it out, he just uses it to clean his own cum off his hand. He uses the back of his other clean hand to wipe the saliva and cum from the corner of his lips before licking at it while making eye contact with Kenma, like the cat that he is. The younger's golden orbs are the size of saucers at the sight, something akin to lust tingling over his skin when he watches his boyfriend's tongue collect the last of his cum that has collected at the bottom of the elder's plump lower lip.
"As expected, Kitten." Kuroo throws the dirty tissue into the trash can when he finds himself already clean. Kenma's eyes are questioning, head tilted to the side as he waits for the other to continue. "You taste the best."
The blush returns to the apples of the younger's cheeks and he reaches for his pillow to throw at his boyfriend as he shouts, "You're gross!"