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[ 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.
( 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. )
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. )
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. ]
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. )
[ 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?
[ it's hard to hold your nerve when kuroo stares at him like that, and both of them are naked, but somehow daichi manages to keep his ground. or most of it, the way kuroo so gently strokes his wrist makes him shiver, which is new. ]
( oooh, this reckless motherfucker-- Kuroo chuckles despite himself. he wants to crush Sawamura against his rumpled sheets, wants to leave welts and smirks all over his skin, but the rules of engagement must be obeyed. there's no fun in pushing if you're not being pushed back, after all.
he slides a knee slowly between Daichi's thighs, murmuring dark and husky, ) I can be worse.
[ it is getting really hard to hold his nerve with kuroo pinning him down like this, all of his long limbs encroaching on in on his physical space. daichi looks down at his knee, and back up at his face, knowing kuroo is probably just playing him. bluffing just before a sneaky play. daichi hates it, because even if he has an idea to counter it's not a full proof plan.
but like hell he won't press on anyway. he wants to see kuroo squirming and panting as much as the reverse. ]
( maybe Kuroo should have known better, or maybe he doesn't want to, but he takes the challenge as permission anyway. if Sawamura thinks he's gonna get all embarrassed, the joke's on him! Kuroo is very rarely embarrassed! and the Lord knows he does a lot of stupid shit that ought to have him blushing.
he shifts his grip, long fingers tangling around shorter, thicker ones, thumb smoothing lazy circles around Daichi's palm. a part of his mind sneers at this behaviour, derisive, but he ignores it. just as he ignores the way his chest tenses when he kisses the last trace of beer softly from Daichi's mouth. )
daichi expected kuroo to do something nasty, like grinding his leg up against daichi's crotch, or to keep teasing him, or something generally sneaky or doushy. but this is worse, way worse. his eyes go wide at how lightly kuroo kisses him. feels himself shake when he can't stop himself from closing his fingers around kuroo's hand. this can't be right, something's amiss, kuroo was being so honest about everything before and this is... it can't be honest too. that doesn't make sense. kuroo doesn't see him like that.
his heart hammers in overtime against his ribs and daichi can't do it. he caves, squeezing kuroo's hand tight as he sweeps his leg, pushing him to his back and daichi hovering over him. he's breathing too hard, he's too hot, he didn't sign up to be toyed with today. not by kuroo.
he could give kuroo a chance to talk but he doesn't, surging forward to kiss him back to roughness from before. ]
( the funny thing about talking at cross-purposes is that-- sometimes it works. Kuroo's back hits the bed, wide-eyed and briefly breathless, and then Sawamura's stealing the air right away from him anyway. perfect. he likes it when he's all demanding and scathing; it's more fun this way.
he makes an appreciative sound and nips it into Daichi's lip. he rakes nails down that broad back, lightly at first, then with more purpose. when Daichi maintains distance, Kuroo arches into him, goading him for more.
[ this is better, the rough kissing, the way kuroo makes it easy for daichi to bite his lips, and how he can pin kuroo down with his weight to keep him from changing the position. it sets back the wild beating of his heart, or the hysterical screaming in the back corners of his mind.
this makes more sense for them.
so when kuroo arches up daichi presses down, pinning him flat to the bed, chest to chest. daichi doesn't even mind keeping a hold of his hand, totally for control purposes. not because daichi subconsciously enjoys the indulgence of rubbing his thumb over kuroo's knuckles. that'd be ridiculous. ]
( 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. )
[ sure kuroo can try to get the upper hand again, try to get daichi comfortable in those long limbs, but he knows how to stop it and he will. because dropping his hips, pressing his whole weight against kuroo's is so very easy and feels so very rewarding.
those lips are a close second though, each kiss slicker than the last, more desperate with teeth and tongue. daichi's barely breathing right, sucking the air from kuroo's lungs and taking what else he can get from momentary breaks.
he just wished someone warned him how addictive all this kissing would be. ]
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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. ]
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( 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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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~?
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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?? ]
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( 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?
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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.
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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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You mean like you're doing right now?
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he slides a knee slowly between Daichi's thighs, murmuring dark and husky, ) I can be worse.
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but like hell he won't press on anyway. he wants to see kuroo squirming and panting as much as the reverse. ]
Bring it on.
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( maybe Kuroo should have known better, or maybe he doesn't want to, but he takes the challenge as permission anyway. if Sawamura thinks he's gonna get all embarrassed, the joke's on him! Kuroo is very rarely embarrassed! and the Lord knows he does a lot of stupid shit that ought to have him blushing.
he shifts his grip, long fingers tangling around shorter, thicker ones, thumb smoothing lazy circles around Daichi's palm. a part of his mind sneers at this behaviour, derisive, but he ignores it. just as he ignores the way his chest tenses when he kisses the last trace of beer softly from Daichi's mouth. )
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daichi expected kuroo to do something nasty, like grinding his leg up against daichi's crotch, or to keep teasing him, or something generally sneaky or doushy. but this is worse, way worse. his eyes go wide at how lightly kuroo kisses him. feels himself shake when he can't stop himself from closing his fingers around kuroo's hand. this can't be right, something's amiss, kuroo was being so honest about everything before and this is... it can't be honest too. that doesn't make sense. kuroo doesn't see him like that.
his heart hammers in overtime against his ribs and daichi can't do it. he caves, squeezing kuroo's hand tight as he sweeps his leg, pushing him to his back and daichi hovering over him. he's breathing too hard, he's too hot, he didn't sign up to be toyed with today. not by kuroo.
he could give kuroo a chance to talk but he doesn't, surging forward to kiss him back to roughness from before. ]
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he makes an appreciative sound and nips it into Daichi's lip. he rakes nails down that broad back, lightly at first, then with more purpose. when Daichi maintains distance, Kuroo arches into him, goading him for more.
he doesn't let go of his hand. )
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this makes more sense for them.
so when kuroo arches up daichi presses down, pinning him flat to the bed, chest to chest. daichi doesn't even mind keeping a hold of his hand, totally for control purposes. not because daichi subconsciously enjoys the indulgence of rubbing his thumb over kuroo's knuckles. that'd be ridiculous. ]
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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. )
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those lips are a close second though, each kiss slicker than the last, more desperate with teeth and tongue. daichi's barely breathing right, sucking the air from kuroo's lungs and taking what else he can get from momentary breaks.
he just wished someone warned him how addictive all this kissing would be. ]
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