pure, 100% smutty stuff. tell me which chara you want, refer to the wishlist if you have any questions about what kind of starter you wanna write/pictures you post/ships you wanna do.
( stretching under Daichi's hands like a spoiled cat, Kuroo almost forgets what he even asked. except that it was a great idea, because all his ideas are great (see: inviting rival captains down for the weekend, totally altruistically). the slow ebb of beer across the floor reminds him. Kuroo stands with a reluctant sigh and peels off his shirt, tossing it haphazardly over the mess.
look. he was gonna have to wash it anyway; two birds, one stone, all that jazz.
he rights the beer can and glances back at his guest, wondering if he should help him up. it'll probably get him punched, Kuroo decides, so he does, offering Sawamura his hand with a flourish that nearly has him falling over. whoa.)
[ watching kuroo full give up and toss his shirt into the mess would be hilarious if it didn't that daichi would be left staring at a half naked kuroo tetsurou. he's doesn't carry his muscle the same way daichi does, but he can still make out the muscle that shapes his tall, lean figure. daichi swallows.
hopefully kuroo didn't notice all that, or the excessive staring. ]
That's gonna work? [ daichi does not take kuroo's hand, simply because he's fairly certain taking kuroo's hand will involve both of them flat on the floor in the beer mess. he'll pass on that, thanks. ]
Hmm? ( he examines the hidden mess as if success hadn't even really occurred to him. liquid is already soaking into the fabric, which was sort of the point, right?
Kuroo shrugs, careless. ) It'll be fine. There wasn't that much.
( he heads for his bedroom, asking over his shoulder, ) You comin'? ( and then trying not to giggle because - heh - 'coming.' genius. )
because he's such a kind fella, there's even a second futon ready and laid out on his floor. that's totally optional, though. don't feel as if it needs to be used! ah, but that makes the options for seating room either a) said futon or b) Kuroo's actual bed. i mean, that's pretty final, isn't it??? he hadn't really considered that - he was just thinking about width and length and how he was about to fall off the couch (and mr guest Sawamura-kun) onto the beer can'd floor.
talk about awkward. oh, well, so it goes...
Kuroo flops onto the bed in his best 'one of your French girls' pose, grinning widely enough that it ought to cover the sudden rising of his nerves. )
[ the room is clean, neatly organized, and the futon on the floor feels a little comical when he knows the two of them had the same angle. to join kuroo on the bed would be something daichi would like to do more than he'd care to admit.
but there's something to be said about being a little shit.
so he flops down on the futon and matches kuroo's ridiculous laying down pose. ]
Kuroo's eyes roll. he is not going to be the one to break this stand-off, he refuses. if Sawamura wants to give up on touching his hot body asap, that's his own problem!!!
he scratches his chest idly. )
Oi, at least take some clothes off so I've got somethin' to look at.
I've started! ( he protests. frankly, he's a little offended that Sawamura isn't drooling on his chest right now, but he's also not surprised. Sawamura's kind of a dick that way. it's probably why Kuroo likes him so much.
[ well, true, but it felt less like a strip tease and more like a "too lazy to get a towel for this mess" solution.
oh well. he sighs and sits up, tossing his shirt off so he's in the same state of dress. ]
There, better? [ he leans back on his hands, and totally is not flexing. daichi would never, especially not to taunt kuroo into getting down at his level, of course not. ]
[ hey, daichi doesn't know what kuroo does to get flexible like that with so much height. he could be!
daichi could say something about kuroo's smug ass tone, but he gets very distracted by the way kuroo grabs at his belt, by the fact that with kuroo on the bed and him sitting back on the futon it's almost perfectly eye level. it makes the challenge feel very different, has daichi licking his lips as he considers it all. it'd be a little strange but... he certainly doesn't think it'd be bad.
slowly, he rises to his knees and holds eye contact with kuroo as he scoots closer, hands resting atop kuroo's.
( that's-- more than Kuroo bargained for, actually, and he's not sure what to do with it. his original plan was to remove the belt, and only the belt, before Sawamura hit him or laughed at him, or maybe said something sarcastic.
instead here they are, and Kuroo's trying not to screech in surprise. he manages - barely - and raises the other eyebrow. Daichi's hands are wider than his. it's a weird thing to notice like this. )
( Kuroo just hadn't thought past somehow tricking Daichi into kissing him a little bit, that's all. no sense in getting pointlessly riled up over distant possibilities, after all. but now they don't seem so improbable...
he turns his hands over, fingertips idle over Daichi's palms. )
I guess the question is, is it what you're going for?
( because Kuroo will push and push, but only if he thinks he's going to get pushed back. steamrolling people isn't his style. )
[ kuroo's hands over his own is oddly embarrassing, or maybe not embarrassing... it touches something daichi isn't doesn't want to focus on or think about in the least.
friends. he tells himself for the thousandth time, as if it will change anything. ]
To... get you out of your pants? [ it sucks to lose your nerve when youre so close, but daichi can't keep it together down between kuroo's legs any longer. he moves to sit up on the bed, but doesn't move his hands. he still wants that much. ]
( Sawamura doesn't sound sure about it, but since it's probably because he's as stupidly nervous as Kuroo is (he hopes) he won't tease him too much for it. )
That's more promising than wanting to steal them, I guess.
( at least they're on the same level now. he retrieves his hands and leans back on them. )
Well? Go ahead and undress me, Sawamura; I don't have all night.
(hah. of course he does. what Kuroo means is that he doesn't want this to take all night: they've got a lot of discovery to get through, after all. )
[ he laughs, equal parts actually endeared by kuroo's stupidity and trying to blow off his own nerves. ]
I couldn't fit in your stupid tight pants anyway.
[ it's a shame that doesn't help him feel better, because it's really hard to undo kuroo's belt and buttons with shaking hands. daichi manages though, pushes them aside to his thighs, manhandling kuroo a little bit to get them all the way down his long toned legs. ] Damn.
( Kuroo's not usually this easily distracted; it must be the booze. it's definitely not the strangely voyeuristic thrill of watching Daichi's strong hands competently removing said stupid tight pants. not at All.
at least he recovers enough to help get them all the way off, trying not to feel bared as he kicks his jeans to the floor and sprawls with high affected nonchalance for Daichi's benefit. )
That's probably true. Our squat routines are clearly very different.
[ it's a cheap shot - it's not like kuroo doesn't have a fine pair of legs on him, but it's clear to daichi there's still room for improvement. hell, he knows even he has room for improvement.
if only he could think about gym routines instead of openly gaping at kuroo's naked body, trying not to say anything stupid as his cheeks turn pink.
instead, he leans in and gives kuroo another slow kiss ] You wanna, uh, return the favor?
Wow, okay! ( Kuroo's tone is injured, mostly because deep down he can't deny. his squats routine is flying falls, and he still hates it.
but trading gym notes is for another time. this Sawamura guy's cunning, after all; he's quickly learning some very effective methods of shutting Kuroo up, and that just won't do. long fingers trail briefly over Daichi's fly, offering as much pressure as a butterfly, then dart away to tug the short back of his hair. )
You run off with my pants and then don't even offer me a little show? That's pretty cheap, Sawamura.
( it's hard to stay even this aloof when Sawamura's lips are right there and his hands are right there and his pants could be on the floor, but a man's gotta try. )
[ daichi's low laughter is cut short when kuroo tugs his hair, because that hurts, a lot. also it makes his dick twitch. but kuroo doesn't need to know about that second part ever. ]
What, a kiss isn't good enough?
[ kuroo's not getting away that easily, not on daichi's watch. not when he can so easily grab hold of kuroo's waist and roll his hands over hot skin, trying not to think too hard on it and just let himself go for once in his life. ]
( in what Kuroo privately thinks is an impressive display of self-restraint, he doesn't throw Sawamura desperately against the bed, or drag him down for more of that stuff from earlier with the tongues and the biting. no, no, he's too cool for that; he tucks his hands behind his head and shifts his hips, ever-so-slightly. right there in Sawamura's face. right under those delightfully strong hands...
...fuck, okay, this may have been a mistake. but Kuroo will ride it out. )
Mm, nope! Stop dilly-dallying and take it off Sawamura.
[ god, kuroo moving like that should be illegal, the way he rolls his hips is too easy and too tempting. daichi distantly wonders if it'd be okay to bite his hip. ]
Fine. [ his answer is short and curt as he stands up, shucking off his pants with no fanfare. no point in a show, daichi's just an average looking athlete after all. he focuses rather on getting back onto the bed, settling himself between kuroo's legs. ]
( Kuroo clicks his tongue, clearly disappointed. )Feh. Not even a shimmy? What a waste...
( sincere though his lament may be, it's a poor second to the way his eyes lid half-closed, like it'll help him narrow his focus on Sawamura on display between his legs. a shiver of tangible excitement throbs through him. he felt awkward before, giddy and unsure, but now-- well, Kuroo's generally pretty good at knowing what he wants. still, it's only fair to confirm the stakes on both sides before the match, right?
propping himself on one hand, he leans up and grips Daichi's chin gently, thumb pressed clumsily against his lower lip. )
You sure you still want to play, Sawamura? I won't stop until I win, you know.
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look. he was gonna have to wash it anyway; two birds, one stone, all that jazz.
he rights the beer can and glances back at his guest, wondering if he should help him up. it'll probably get him punched, Kuroo decides, so he does, offering Sawamura his hand with a flourish that nearly has him falling over. whoa. )
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hopefully kuroo didn't notice all that, or the excessive staring. ]
That's gonna work? [ daichi does not take kuroo's hand, simply because he's fairly certain taking kuroo's hand will involve both of them flat on the floor in the beer mess. he'll pass on that, thanks. ]
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Kuroo shrugs, careless. ) It'll be fine. There wasn't that much.
( he heads for his bedroom, asking over his shoulder, ) You comin'? ( and then trying not to giggle because - heh - 'coming.' genius. )
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Yeah yeah, let's go.
[ it's weird to follow kuroo down unfamiliar, silent halls, but once he steps into kuroo's room he knows there's no going back. ]
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because he's such a kind fella, there's even a second futon ready and laid out on his floor. that's totally optional, though. don't feel as if it needs to be used! ah, but that makes the options for seating room either a) said futon or b) Kuroo's actual bed. i mean, that's pretty final, isn't it??? he hadn't really considered that - he was just thinking about width and length and how he was about to fall off the couch (and mr guest Sawamura-kun) onto the beer can'd floor.
talk about awkward. oh, well, so it goes...
Kuroo flops onto the bed in his best 'one of your French girls' pose, grinning widely enough that it ought to cover the sudden rising of his nerves. )
Need a written invitation, Sawamura?
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but there's something to be said about being a little shit.
so he flops down on the futon and matches kuroo's ridiculous laying down pose. ]
Nah, I think I'm good.
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Kuroo's eyes roll. he is not going to be the one to break this stand-off, he refuses. if Sawamura wants to give up on touching his hot body asap, that's his own problem!!!
he scratches his chest idly. )
Oi, at least take some clothes off so I've got somethin' to look at.
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[ c'mon kuroo, it takes two to tango. ]
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...platonically. mostly platonically. )
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oh well. he sighs and sits up, tossing his shirt off so he's in the same state of dress. ]
There, better? [ he leans back on his hands, and totally is not flexing. daichi would never, especially not to taunt kuroo into getting down at his level, of course not. ]
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actually, Kuroo kind of gets the point: his dreams of a sexy little shimmy are promptly ruined. it's a cruel world. )
Ehh, it's not bad. ( just ignore the blush he's trying to fight; it's from the beer, that's all.
Kuroo moves his hands to his belt and raises an eyebrow in question, or challenge: I'll show you mine if you show me yours. )
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daichi could say something about kuroo's smug ass tone, but he gets very distracted by the way kuroo grabs at his belt, by the fact that with kuroo on the bed and him sitting back on the futon it's almost perfectly eye level. it makes the challenge feel very different, has daichi licking his lips as he considers it all. it'd be a little strange but... he certainly doesn't think it'd be bad.
slowly, he rises to his knees and holds eye contact with kuroo as he scoots closer, hands resting atop kuroo's.
you want a challenge kuroo, you got one. ]
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instead here they are, and Kuroo's trying not to screech in surprise. he manages - barely - and raises the other eyebrow. Daichi's hands are wider than his. it's a weird thing to notice like this. )
Oya, aren't you getting bold?
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Isn't this what you were going for?
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( Kuroo just hadn't thought past somehow tricking Daichi into kissing him a little bit, that's all. no sense in getting pointlessly riled up over distant possibilities, after all. but now they don't seem so improbable...
he turns his hands over, fingertips idle over Daichi's palms. )
I guess the question is, is it what you're going for?
( because Kuroo will push and push, but only if he thinks he's going to get pushed back. steamrolling people isn't his style. )
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friends. he tells himself for the thousandth time, as if it will change anything. ]
To... get you out of your pants? [ it sucks to lose your nerve when youre so close, but daichi can't keep it together down between kuroo's legs any longer. he moves to sit up on the bed, but doesn't move his hands. he still wants that much. ]
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That's more promising than wanting to steal them, I guess.
( at least they're on the same level now. he retrieves his hands and leans back on them. )
Well? Go ahead and undress me, Sawamura; I don't have all night.
( hah. of course he does. what Kuroo means is that he doesn't want this to take all night: they've got a lot of discovery to get through, after all. )
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I couldn't fit in your stupid tight pants anyway.
[ it's a shame that doesn't help him feel better, because it's really hard to undo kuroo's belt and buttons with shaking hands. daichi manages though, pushes them aside to his thighs, manhandling kuroo a little bit to get them all the way down his long toned legs. ] Damn.
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( Kuroo's not usually this easily distracted; it must be the booze. it's definitely not the strangely voyeuristic thrill of watching Daichi's strong hands competently removing said stupid tight pants. not at All.
at least he recovers enough to help get them all the way off, trying not to feel bared as he kicks his jeans to the floor and sprawls with high affected nonchalance for Daichi's benefit. )
That's probably true. Our squat routines are clearly very different.
( what Kuroo means is: nice ass )
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[ it's a cheap shot - it's not like kuroo doesn't have a fine pair of legs on him, but it's clear to daichi there's still room for improvement. hell, he knows even he has room for improvement.
if only he could think about gym routines instead of openly gaping at kuroo's naked body, trying not to say anything stupid as his cheeks turn pink.
instead, he leans in and gives kuroo another slow kiss ] You wanna, uh, return the favor?
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but trading gym notes is for another time. this Sawamura guy's cunning, after all; he's quickly learning some very effective methods of shutting Kuroo up, and that just won't do. long fingers trail briefly over Daichi's fly, offering as much pressure as a butterfly, then dart away to tug the short back of his hair. )
You run off with my pants and then don't even offer me a little show? That's pretty cheap, Sawamura.
( it's hard to stay even this aloof when Sawamura's lips are right there and his hands are right there and his pants could be on the floor, but a man's gotta try. )
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What, a kiss isn't good enough?
[ kuroo's not getting away that easily, not on daichi's watch. not when he can so easily grab hold of kuroo's waist and roll his hands over hot skin, trying not to think too hard on it and just let himself go for once in his life. ]
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...fuck, okay, this may have been a mistake. but Kuroo will ride it out. )
Mm, nope! Stop dilly-dallying and take it off Sawamura.
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Fine. [ his answer is short and curt as he stands up, shucking off his pants with no fanfare. no point in a show, daichi's just an average looking athlete after all. he focuses rather on getting back onto the bed, settling himself between kuroo's legs. ]
Happy now?
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( sincere though his lament may be, it's a poor second to the way his eyes lid half-closed, like it'll help him narrow his focus on Sawamura on display between his legs. a shiver of tangible excitement throbs through him. he felt awkward before, giddy and unsure, but now-- well, Kuroo's generally pretty good at knowing what he wants. still, it's only fair to confirm the stakes on both sides before the match, right?
propping himself on one hand, he leans up and grips Daichi's chin gently, thumb pressed clumsily against his lower lip. )
You sure you still want to play, Sawamura? I won't stop until I win, you know.
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