( he can't restrain the way his whole body shudders - the knowledge that he's wrecked Sawamura's steady, even voice is a powerful aphrodisiac. and the growing familiarity of his weight pinning Kuroo to the bed is a definite close second.
wrenching his hand free (not without considerable effort; Sawamura's strong in all the right ways) he slides both palms heavily down his back, dragging Daichi's boxers down with them. Kuroo groans anew when they snag on his cock, fingertips hovering just shy of freeing Daichi properly. )
Stop fucking around and touch me properly, then.
( then his hand is under taut material, slipping it into the wasted space between them. Kuroo's lips feel so bruised, but it's not enough to stop him kissing Daichi feverishly, fingers closing around his cock with more confidence than he really feels. )
Fuck, ( he breathes. hopefully the raggedness of his throat masks the awe in his voice. ) You're so hot...
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wrenching his hand free (not without considerable effort; Sawamura's strong in all the right ways) he slides both palms heavily down his back, dragging Daichi's boxers down with them. Kuroo groans anew when they snag on his cock, fingertips hovering just shy of freeing Daichi properly. )
Stop fucking around and touch me properly, then.
( then his hand is under taut material, slipping it into the wasted space between them. Kuroo's lips feel so bruised, but it's not enough to stop him kissing Daichi feverishly, fingers closing around his cock with more confidence than he really feels. )
Fuck, ( he breathes. hopefully the raggedness of his throat masks the awe in his voice. ) You're so hot...