amsterdamned | (open post: love shack)

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. ]

Happy now?

( 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.

[ daichi rolls his eyes, not giving his stupid complaints any more attention. there's no way he's going to put on a strip tease just for this.

at least not until he gets kuroo to do one first, daichi would love to see that.

kuroo's face is so close that he can see all the exact angle of his smile, the tangles in his hair, and that sharp, yet nervous gleam in his eye. it's reassuring, to know that kuroo is in the same boat as he is with whatever mostly naked adventure they're about to embark on.

and hell, kuroo even gives him an out. but if daichi wasn't going to do this, he wouldn't have taken his damn pants off. ]

Hey now, don't count me out for the win just yet.

[ daichi trails his hand over kuroo's collarbone, into the crook of his neck, closing the distance so daichi can seal his consent with a kiss. ]

( if any part of Kuroo was still worried that he's sort of tricked Sawamura into this (and it was a fairly large part, if we're being candid) that fear is magically gone with the kiss. right; Sawamura's a big kid now, he's not foolish enough to let Kuroo push him farther than he's willing to go. that's rather a relaxing thought, actually.

he smiles sharply around Daichi's lips and works his hands against his shoulders, tugging their bare chests together to revel in the feeling of skin-on-skin. it's warmer than he would've thought, and just as comfortable. Sawamura's just the right height to nestle in against him. Kuroo's hands shift, tripping down his spine to settle firm and heavy at sturdy hips. )

--What counts as a victory? Oi, this is hasty; we haven't even set out the conditions yet.

( possibly because all the kissing gets in the way, what a shame. )

[ the booze might have made him more lax, but to say he hadn't thought about this would be a lie. to say he'd thought about this a lot is a fact entirely to himself.

kuroo's chest is warmer than he imagined, softer too, and it's so easy to curl against him while they kiss that some insane part of him thinks they were made to slot so easily together. it's better to think about kuroo's hands instead. ]

You're the one who wants to set up conditions now, after getting the beers and getting undressed? [ daichi could laugh, but he doesn't, not yet at least. or maybe he should to hide the rising blush on his face. ]

Feels like we're both winning, you know?

Well, I'll admit that I'm doing this kind of backwards, ( Kuroo shrugs with good grace. he's about to add on some stupid quip, just enough to save a little face (maybe) when Sawamura does it for him. unbelievable.

at least they're nicely matching shades of red now. )

Dude, that was the gayest thing you've done all night. And we've been makin' out for a while now. ( HONESTLY. telling himself that the way his heart flips is secondhand embarrassment, Kuroo posts himself up on the sacrificial altar and slaps Daichi's ass to lighten the mood. his hand lingers, which isn't really intentional, but damn. maybe he should look into Sawamura's squat routine after all. )

[ seeing kuroo's face that red, knowing his own skin isn't much better, kuroo's stupid ass quip, it makes daichi burst out laughing. it's not that funny, not really, but the absurdity of it all gets to him. here he is, in tokyo, practically naked with kuroo of all people, trying to figure out what is going on with them. ]

Shut up you nerd, you're the one bringing up schematics.

[ the slap on his ass is unexpected, daichi gasps and gives kuroo a sour look before pinching his ribs.

doesn't slap that hand away though. ]

Communication is important, Sawamura--

( the noise Kuroo makes can only be called a squawk, and he pinches the butt firmly in retaliation. then he does it again, more gently, because, yeah. that's a good butt. )

Though if you want to just go back to the kissing, I'm not gonna complain.

( he proves his point by tugging Daichi's face back into makeout range, tongue slick against his lips. )

Oi--! [ he should've seen that coming. daichi smacks his leg and huffs, wanting to keep being petulant but kuroo's face is right there, and he can't stop staring at the wet pink of his lips. ]

For the record, you're an asshole.

[ he doesn't give kuroo the chance to reply, not when he grabs kuroo's hair and kisses him, pushing forward, trying to kiss kuroo down flat on the bed. ]

( there's a million horrible things Kuroo could say in response, but is it worth breaking away from Sawamua's heavy-handed behaviour? is it worth breaking the seal of their lips, or pulling away from the grasp in his hair (tight, almost painfully so, but in a way that sends shivers of something dark and delightful down his spine)?

no. hell no.

he knows that Daichi will feel his grin, maybe even taste the wicked amusement on his tongue, but for once Kuroo behaves himself. well. relatively speaking, anyway: his hands wander unrepentant down broad shoulders and resituate over the pert swell of Daichi's ass, kneading in appreciation. he hooks his legs up and out of the way in a lazy sprawl so Daichi can work his way ever closer.

all in all, there are far worse ways to spend a saturday night. )

[ it's so easy, almost too easy to slide himself between kuroo's legs and rest his chest on his, skin pressed to skin as they kiss. well, make out really, they're both going at it like they're starving for it.

daichi's skin lights up everywhere kuroo's hands travel, his spine arching under the trail and into those sneaky hands. he can't help himself, not when it feels right, like soothing an itch he hasn't been able to reach. it matches perfectly with the fingers carding through kuroo's unruly hair, getting more familiar with the tangled locks and knots.

daichi could stop. should stop, maybe, but he can't bring himself to do it. all that daichi burns with is want. ]

( Sawamura's surprisingly endearing like this, surprisingly honest as he responds to Kuroo's touch. Kuroo's pretty wanton, himself, shamelessly leaning into Daichi's hands and arching his back to press more firmly against him. Daichi's got a weight to him that's pleasantly grounding. sometimes Kuroo needs to be tied down.

he turns his tongue against Daichi's neck, licking in a broad swathe from throat to ear. it's a little cheeky, but Kuroo can't resist working the elastic of Daichi's boxers down and slipping his hands underneath for a proper squeeze. you wouldn't think such a flimsy barrier would make any difference, but the real deal is far superior, he'll attest. )

[ more like a lot cheeky, ]

Oh my god... [ daichi ends up leaning away from kuroo to keep any more weird, wet lines from running across his neck.

that's not that good, but what is good is kuroo's hands, replacing the heat of any misplaced boxers. it's, unfortunately good really, and daichi's strangled moan dissolves into a laugh. fuck. in retaliation daichi buries his face into the crook of kuroo's neck, kissing and biting at the flesh around his collarbone. ]

Ah, ( Kuroo sucks in a hard breath, surprised-- although he shouldn't be, Sawamua's almost always aggressive around him, when the other captains say he's so steady and even-tempered. maybe that's why Kuroo likes him; in a weird way, that makes him feel special.

he squeezes again, a proper double handful, and groans at the way it rocks Daichi against him. honestly, he hadn't given much thought to anything past some basic fooling around, but now he burns. Kuroo's well aware of the problems in his personality, and that one of them is pure hedonistic greed, but it's not like he can do much about it.

freeing one hand (reluctantly) he tangles it in the short length of Sawamura's hair and tugs him back, just far enough to Kuroo can kiss him, hard and hungry. )

[ it's impossible to say why daichi kisses back kuroo like this, but he knows he wants to. maybe it's because kuroo responds so honestly under every touch and clearly goes for what he wants in every action, no secrets or double edged smiles. really, two hands on his ass, the groan, there's no where to hide with all that on the table. it's nice to find kuroo being straight forward about something.

there's an undeniable thrum in his bones for more as he kisses kuroo open mouthed, fingers dragging through his hair and down over the lithe muscles of his chest. he's hot and shuddering underneath him, and daichi can't stop pushing forward, hands slotting into the v of kuroo's hips and pulling him up off the sheets to his body. ]

( his hips lift obligingly, and Kuroo finds himself inexplicably charmed by the neat way Sawamura's hands fit against him. it's a revelation dangerous to the pumping of his heart.

not wanting the be the only one off-kilter, he plants his toes against the bed and rolls as sinuously as he can against the broad press of Daichi's body. it turns out that this is a Mistake, because damn, that feels good. ah, well; maybe he can get Sawamura to blush again. pink really is his colour after all.

so he doesn't hold back the loud, lewd sound that passes from his mouth straight into Daichi's, followed by Kuroo's tongue for good measure. )

[ ah fuck i can't believe you've done this

kuroo's body rolls against his own in ways that shouldn't fit so right, it doesn't make sense that kuroo, all legs and long body can arch himself so easily against daichi and make him shudder much. make him want to swallow up kuroo's moans as much as he wants to lick into the heat of his mouth, letting out his own low groan.

daichi decides to return a favor, nails grazing down kuroo's lower back and into his boxers, palming at his ass with one hand. it's a quick and dirty get back plot, but hey, daichi's never good at letting things slide with kuroo involved. ]

( :'3

lapping greedily at Daichi's tongue in true cat-after-the-cream style, Kuroo lets all attempts at cunning give way to natural instinct. and instinct says: more. he presses up again, ass clenching reflexively under the rough touch. the burn from Daichi's nails feels masochistically good. Kuroo wants him to do that again.

which means he has to fight for it, probably.

with that in mind, he tucks one leg over Daichi's and shoves him sideways, not quite hard enough to hit the wall. their limbs tangle as Kuroo sinks in tightly against him, all nip and smirk and questing hands over taut, warm muscle. he makes a grab for one of Daichi's wrists and pins it over his head: if he's only got one hand to work with, maybe he'll be more vicious-- ah, vigorous about it.

he nips a lovely red mark into the base of Daichi's throat, leaning back to admire it. )

Suits you. Maybe you should have come to Nekoma instead~?

[ he falls to the side with an oomph, glaring up at kuroo for pushing him off of his cozy spot and away from that addicting mouth. at least kuroo stays honest, pressing himself right against daichi's skin, their legs tangled in a mess. ]

Heyy oh... [ daichi snaps his mouth shut, cutting that embarrassing sound before kuroo can relish over it like he does the new mark on his neck, or the way he has his hand pinned down. he wiggles against it, and kuroo is actually holding him down with a good amount of force. damn ]

You wish.

[ instead of more of the grazing touches kuroo is looking for, daichi has other plans. and those plans involve smacking kuroo square on the ass, hard enough for the sound to bounce off the walls and fill the room. that should get him to back off a little, right?? ]

( Kuroo reconsiders, ) I don't think we'd have as much fuN--

( it ends in a certified yelp, because that stings, though he can't deny that it sounded pretty good. feels pretty good, too, once the stinging subsides into a low burn. Kuroo smirks: just as planned.

he redoubles his hold on that wrist, pressing what he hopes are frustratingly shallow kisses to the column of Daichi's throat. )

You're kind of brutal, huh?

[ hearing kuroo yelp makes daichi grin like something fierce. it's nice to know he can make kuroo shout and lose his cool, if only for a second before the damn bastard is smirking again.

daichi does his best to fight against kuroo's hold, not so much to tug his hand free as to move it so he can hold kuroo's shoulder or his hair or even to hold his dumb hand. it doesn't really work, which sucks, he was kind of sure he was stronger than kuroo. must be all that fat on him. ]

You're one to talk, [ tugs his arm again, ] holding me down like this.

( why are you so fucking rude to a guy who's kindly housing you and escorting your ungrateful ass about the place tbh )

Are you asking me to play nicely?

( he leers. of course Sawamura doesn't want that; that'd be awfully close to ~romance~ and that's not at all what either of them are after. just give-and-take fun. just a bit of stress relief.

but Kuroo presses the buttons anyway, lips close to Daichi's ear and thumb stroking over his wrist. )

Want me to hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings, Sawamura?

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