( it's almost luxurious, being forced around like this, but Kuroo knows better than to give in: a fire only keeps burning if you stoke it. if his chest is captive, he'll use his arms, trying to fuck with Daichi's balance. if his arms are pinned, he'll use his legs, thighs pressed against the frame of Daichi's hips.
if he can't move at all, he'll use his mouth, sneering and benevolently indulgent at once, wide and inviting or busy and sharp by turns. he learns the shape of Daichi's lips until the memory is etched heavily into his own, both of them swelling and bruised. )
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if he can't move at all, he'll use his mouth, sneering and benevolently indulgent at once, wide and inviting or busy and sharp by turns. he learns the shape of Daichi's lips until the memory is etched heavily into his own, both of them swelling and bruised. )