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Kenma doesn’t know how he’s gotten himself in this situation. Actually, he has a pretty good idea how—his boyfriend’s wandering fingers and his own inability to resist him at any point are pretty good reasons. Still, Kenma feels like at twenty-seven, he should have the brain and the means to stop himself from doing something so completely idiotic.
“Try not to make a sound, kitten,” he hears Kuroo’s voice low and hot, his lips sending goosebumps down Kenma’s skin when they brush against the shell of his ear. “Or I’ll have to stop.”
Kenma presses the backs of his knuckles against his own lips, biting into them to suppress even the smallest of whimpers from coming out. It’s hard when Kuroo’s fingers are squeezing his dick just right, moving at a tempo that’s just fast enough to make him lose his mind but also too slow that it makes him want to rut against him, desperately begging for more.
He keeps his eyes closed because if he opens them, he will see Tora’s sleeping face, unsuspecting of his friend’s and his beloved senpai’s obscene behavior.
There’s a rustle somewhere in the room that makes Kuroo’s hand pause. If anyone wakes up right now and looks over, it’s not hard to see what Kenma and Kuroo are up to. And Kenma would rather die than let that happen.
Yet…yet here he is. Logic and reasons be damned.
The rain outside continues to beat down against the roof of the house, and the occasional thunder shakes the ground beneath them. It’s just enough to conceal Kenma’s ragged breath from waking every Nekoma member in the room. When he deems that the coast is clear again, Kuroo presses a kiss behind Kenma’s ear and resumes his movements. His other hand finds its way between Kenma’s ass cheeks.
Oh god. Kenma’s barely able to hold in the moan when he feels one of Kuroo’s saliva-coated fingers slip inside his entrance.
Seriously, how did he get here?
~
It’s a terrible weekend for them to be going to a beach house. It’s cold and it’s rainy and Kenma’s 80% sure that there’s a storm coming if this isn’t it already.
His complaints, however, fall into deaf ears as everyone vehemently disagrees with him in the group chat. Tora sends several crying emojis begging him to reconsider. In the end, Kuroo convinces him to go. Not that he has much of a choice. Kuroo knows Kenma wouldn’t stay home if he went, and Kuroo wouldn’t miss this reunion even if there was a blizzard and a zombie apocalypse outside. Kenma only has his codependency on Kuroo to blame.
“It’s hard to get everyone on the same schedule, Kenma,” Kuroo tells him from the driver’s seat. The windshield wipers are working too hard for Kenma’s liking, but Kuroo seems to be ignoring the fact that they can barely see in front of them. “And canceling our rental last minute like this is nonrefundable.”
Kenma sighs. The house they’ve rented for the occasion is a nice one. He can afford to lose out on the money and can probably cover for everyone else, but Kuroo’s not wrong about the fact that they won’t get to see these guys for another year if they keep waiting for all their schedules to align again. He can’t remember the last time he was in the same room with Lev or Yaku. It’s lucky that they’ve caught them now during Yaku’s off-season from Russia. Maybe they will be stuck inside all weekend, but they would make something out of it.
“I know. It’ll be good to see everyone.” He says finally.
Kuroo grins as a flash of lightning strikes through the sky. The booming sound of thunder follows just seconds after. Kenma’s stomach churns uneasily as he feels the car shake, but he stays quiet and trusts that Kuroo will get them there in one piece.
~
It’s dark by the time they get to the rental house. They’re the second to last to arrive, just minutes before Kai pulls up in his own Toyota, all three of them drenched by the time they make it to the front door like three wet cats.
Kenma would’ve complained harder if Fukunaga wasn’t ready with a plate of paellas to shove in front of him the minute he’s all dried off. It must’ve shown on his face somewhat because not even Lev tries to hug him even though Kenma can see his hands twitching to do so down by his sides.
He gets a laugh from seeing Kuroo’s hair pressed against his forehead, so unlike his normal messy bedhead.
The three of them are ushered inside for the feast. After the food and the endless rounds after rounds of drinks and card games, many stories being traded about the old days and new ones being shared, Kenma’s stomach is full and warm. He almost forgets about the raging storm outside.
That is, until the lights go out.
“Is that supposed to happen?” Lev’s the first one to comment as they all plunge into darkness. A yelp from him proves that Yaku has appropriately dealt with him.
“Let me check the circuit breaker.” Kuroo says besides Kenma, his phone lighting up his face. “Though I think the power might have just gone out.”
“I’ll go with you.” Kai volunteers, standing up too.
Kenma feels better knowing that someone who knows what they’re doing is going with Kuroo. He would hate to lose him here of all places.
“Should we tell scary stories?” Fukunaga suggests after a minute of silence. “NO!” Tora replies, a little too fast and too loud.
“Yes.” Kenma grins. “But only when Kuro comes back.”
Despite his bravado, Kuroo doesn’t do well with horror stories. He’s lost count of how many times Kuroo snuck into his bed after they watch a scary movie when they were young.
Not long after, Kuroo and Kai return to the group with the updates.
“Good news, our circuit breaker is fine.” Kuroo announces, hands on his hips. “Bad news, the power is still completely out. It’s most likely due to the storm, but it’s going to be hard to say when we will get power again.”
“You’re not allowed to deliver news anymore.” Yaku tsks disapprovingly. Kenma can imagine the annoyed look on his face perfectly even in the darkness.
“We should probably look for candles or some sources of light. Try to reserve our phone batteries for flashlight and such.” Kai says, staring at his phone screen, probably to check how much charge he has left.
With all of them there, it won’t be too bad if one person’s phone goes dead, but it will be annoying regardless.
Kenma is thankful that he never goes anywhere without his power banks. And worst comes to worst, they can drive into town tomorrow to investigate and recharge if the power doesn’t come back in the morning. He was looking forward to playing his game in bed, though, but now that’s out of the question if he wants to have some entertainment tomorrow.
“It’s not too cold right now, but for tonight, we should probably all sleep in the same room to conserve heat. And close all the doors too, so we don’t have more areas to cover than necessary.” Kuroo’s voice has taken on that authoritative captain tone again. It’s easy how he slips back into that role, but then again, he has always been a natural-born leader.
Kenma groans internally. Even though he knows it makes sense, he was really looking forward to sleeping with Kuroo in their private room and sleeping in the living room with everyone isn’t really his first choice. It’s not even on the list. He doesn’t feel all that comfortable spooning Kuroo in a room full of their friends.
“Alright, we should go gather all the blankets and futons then.” Yaku sighs again, standing up too with his phone’s flashlight in hand.
Next to him, Lev exclaims excitedly, “It’s a real sleepover! Just like our training camp days! Yahoo!” Despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, it’s nice to see that some things haven’t changed.
~
It is as Lev says, it’s just like their training camp days. Kuroo’s futon is next to Kenma’s, but it’s still too far for Kenma’s comfort. He usually sleeps with Kuroo pressed against his back, only their layers of clothes separating them—and sometimes, nothing at all. He’s used to his presence now and is intimately aware of the distance between them today.
He sincerely hopes the power is back tomorrow because he doesn’t know how he’s going to survive two nights in a row like this.
Kenma’s resolved to one night of bad sleep, forcing his eyes closed, when he feels movement behind him. A cool breeze brushes against the nape of his neck as his blanket is lifted up and then down, delivering another warm body next to his.
“Awake, kitten?” He hears Kuroo’s whisper in his ear.
“You know I can’t sleep well without you.”
“Same here.” Kuroo admits.
He should’ve known it wouldn’t just end there, with a cuddle and a kiss at the back of his neck. He feels Kuroo’s bulge presses against his ass and instinctively grinds against it.
Oh. Maybe it was him who started it.
So that’s how they get here, with Kuroo’s stretching Kenma out with three of his long, thick fingers, Kenma almost tasting the iron in his mouth from biting his fingers too hard to muffle his moans every time Kuroo brushes against his prostate. Under the blanket, the waistband of his pajamas is around his legs as Kuroo pushes his hard dick in between his thighs, trying to get release of his own.
“B-bathroom.” Kenma manages to whimper. One of his hands clutches at Kuroo’s wrist, stopping his movement.
“Huh?” Kuroo sounds dazed, barely able to hear Kenma.
“We should do this somewhere else. You’re good, but I don’t think I can cum with Tora so close to my face.” He still hasn’t opened his eyes because truthfully, he’s a little more than turned on and scared at how his body is reacting to it.
“Kitten,” Kuroo whines, removing his fingers slowly. “Not you saying another man’s name when I’m three fingers inside of you.”
“And whose fault is that?” Kenma scoffs. He feels the emptiness already and wants to resume their activities immediately, even though his legs feel too unsteady to stand.
Kuroo chuckles. He helps Kenma pull his pants up over his ass. He gives him a gentle tap, nudging him up. “Come on. Let’s go. I need to fuck you properly anyways.”
For once, Kenma is grateful for the loud thunder outside.
~
Kuroo sets Kenma on the sink counter as soon as the bathroom door locks behind them, their lips connecting like magnets. They don’t need lights when they already have each other’s bodies memorized. Kenma feels as though he can probably point to all the moles on Kuroo’s skin with his eyes closed. Maybe one day they can try this…make it into a game…
Kuroo nips at Kenma’s ear, pulling it in between his teeth. “You’re such a tease, kitten.”
Kenma wraps his legs around Kuroo’s waist and links his ankles behind his back to trap him there, pressing their bodies close together.
“Me? You were the one that crawled into my futon.” He lets his hands roam Kuroo’s broad back, gripping at his shirt and yanking it over his shoulders.
“For a cuddle.” Kuroo chuckles. He removes Kenma’s shirt as well. As soon as it’s gone, his lips make contact with Kenma’s neck and his chest and nipples and—Oh.
A moan escapes Kenma’s lips as he grips Kuroo’s hair. His nose is buried in his head, inhaling his sweet shampoo.
“Yeah right.” Kenma says through ragged breaths. His right nipple is played by Kuroo’s tongue and teeth, and his left is rolled between Kuroo’s fingers. “As if you weren’t already hard before that.”
“Hm.” Kuroo’s lips leave his skin with a wet smack. He grins devilishly, too proud of himself. “Call it even?”
“Only if you make me cum soon.” His dick is already so hard it hurts. He can see that Kuroo’s is leaking pre-cum over his navel. If he doesn’t want to be fucked so badly right now, Kenma would be kneeling on the ground and taking it in his mouth.
“Deal.”
Kuroo doesn’t waste any time lining up his dick with Kenma’s entrance. Unfortunately, the sink counter is too high for him to properly push in. He moves Kenma off the counter gently but easily with his hands then turns him around so that his ass is facing him.
Kenma braces his elbows against the surface as his cheeks are spread from behind. His heart is beating so loudly he can barely hear the rain outside. When Kuroo’s dick breaches him, he lets out a content sigh, feeling the delicious glide of his entire length against his walls.
“Fuck,” Kuroo murmurs, his lips by Kenma’s ear now. He’s still gripping Kenma’s waist with his hands, but now one of them snakes its way up Kenma’s body and sits at the front of his throat. His hips sit squarely against Kenma’s ass, and he holds their bodies there, connected, his dick filling Kenma so perfectly. “You feel so good, Kenma. How do you always feel so good?”
Kenma doesn’t know what’s getting into his head more, the praises or the way Kuroo is finally moving in and out of him at a torturously slow pace, yet sinking deep and hard every time.
Kenma is saying something. Probably. He doesn’t know what, but his lips are babbling and Kuroo is shushing him, muttering more sweet nothings into his ear.
Kuroo’s fingers on his throat trail up so that his thumb is hooked inside Kenma’s mouth, filling him there too. His body drapes over Kenma’s as he pounds into him from behind, faster and faster with every thrust.
Kenma feels the size difference between them starkly with this position and loves it. Loves the way he’s completely encased by him, surrounded by him. Loves the way Kuroo makes him feel fire with every movement of his hips and his hands and his words.
When thunder strikes, Kenma opens his eyes briefly for a moment to see the flashes of them in the mirror, to see the way he’s bent over for him as Kuroo fucks into him.
“S-so close,” Kenma breathes out. He’s grateful that Kuroo’s grip is tight on his waist because he’s pretty sure his legs will give out any minute now. His dick is still so so hard and his own hand on it isn’t enough.
Fortunately, Kuroo is eager to help him out.
“Lick.” He commands him as he puts a few more fingers into his mouth.
Kenma pictures his dick instead, remembering what he wanted to do earlier.
“Jesus, Kenma.” Kuroo moans, reluctantly taking his fingers out even though he’s sucking them so enthusiastically. He uses this hand to take over for Kenma, wrapping it around his dick.
God, Kuroo’s fingers are so warm and so big. They squeeze and stroke his dick so expertly, knowing just the right pressure and pace, timing with his thrusts.
Kuroo’s getting close too with the way he’s losing his rhythm. It’s a chase for both of their orgasms as he batters against Kenma’s prostate. Kenma bites on his arm to muffle his cries and prays that the slaps of their skin will not be heard over the relentless downpour outside. But he can’t care that much, not when it feels so fucking good to have Kuroo ram into him again and again.
When Kenma finally comes, his dick pulses in Kuroo’s hand, shooting cum up into his stomach, getting some against the cabinet. He feels his hole contracting and squeezing and hears Kuroo’s choked cry as he comes too.
It’s his favorite part—hearing Kuroo’s soft grunts in his ears as his pleasure takes over, feeling his dick throbbing inside of him as he rides it out, still stuffing himself into Kenma like he never wants to leave.
“Ugh,” Kenma says after a minute, feeling the weight of Kuroo over him against the sink for too long now to be comfortable. Also this, “We forgot to use a condom.”
“Good thing we’re already in a bathroom.” Kuroo laughs quietly, planting soft kisses on his back and his neck.
“I hope the water works.”
Kuroo stills. Clearly, they haven’t thought this through.
With one shaky hand, Kenma reaches for the faucet. Relief floods through him as he sees the flow of water into the sink.
“See? Nothing to worry about.” Kuroo’s most definitely grinning now, too proud of himself.
“If I get a stomachache later, I’m blaming you.” Kenma pouts. Though he loves it when Kuroo comes inside him, they don’t do it often because it’s too messy and well, safety reasons. But they’re on vacation, right? Might as well indulge themselves.
Kuroo just laughs. He rummages around for a towel to dampen under the water and begins the process of cleaning them up. Kenma likes this part too, likes that Kuroo always takes care of him afterwards.
When they’re properly all put together, pajamas on, Kenma steals a kiss before heading back out to the living room. The two of them barely have time to cover themselves with their blankets before feeling the weight of pillows hurled towards their faces and bodies.
“Seriously? Can’t control yourselves for one night?” Yaku yells, most definitely the loudest dissenting voice.
Everyone else is a mixture of disgust and,
“Unbelievable!”
“Kenma, I expected better from you.”
“Don’t you dare try anything, Lev!”
“But whyyyy—”
“Look what you’ve done!”
There’s a wolf whistle from somewhere too, and Kenma bets anything it was Fukunaga. He meets Kuroo’s eyes next to him, and they both share a laugh.
Oops.
He should be more embarrassed, but he’s so loose and happy now that he finds he doesn’t care. Kenma takes this commotion as an opportunity to sneak into Kuroo’s futon.
He sees Kuroo smile at him smugly when he crawls under his blanket.
“What?” He mumbles, feeling Kuroo’s arms instinctively around his waist, the heat of his body enveloping him better than any blanket ever could. “They all know now anyways. No need to pretend we can sleep on separate mattresses.”
He hears Kuroo’s chuckle as he presses himself close to his chest.
“Good night, Kenma.” Kuroo plants a kiss on top of his head, resting his chin there.
Kenma nuzzles his face in the crook of Kuroo’s neck, reveling in warmth of his skin against his own cold cheeks. Even with the storm raging outside, he sleeps soundly and with the sweetest dreams.