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.
( 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. ]
( despite himself, Kuroo groans and shifts, seeking more of that stifling weight as it sits against him in all the right places. damn; Sawamura's getting the best of him. he should be more pissed about it than he is, but it feels good...
he fights back, guerilla-style: a hand threaded roughly through Daichi's hair, a slow upward grind of his hips, and the break of his mouth to nip at a plump earlobe. anything he can think of to get Sawamura squealing. )
[ daichi groans into kuroo's mouth, grinding his hips back against kuroo's. it's a bad idea, he knows this, but he's resigned himself to the same fate of coming in his boxers as long as he brings kuroo down with him. he's not sure there's any other way they could finish this kind of rough and tumble round.
the nips and tugs don't stop daichi at all, only goad him on down this mutually embarrassing path. he starts returning the favors too, dragging his teeth just underneath kuroo's jawline, kissing the skin of his neck he can reach. ]
( figuring that it's not losing to be mouthing off as long as Sawamura's falling for it, too, Kuroo doesn't even pretend to hold back any more. besides, maybe Sawamura's the type who responds to positive reinforcement? he's learning a lot of things like this tonight...
so he releases little gasps and moans and cut-off breaths when something strikes sparks from his skin.
he hadn't really meant to up the ante so much, but it's hard to keep his hips still with Daichi pressing back against him. it's getting to the dangerous point of pleasure, where his belly feels full of coals and burning brightly, but since the situation seems to call for it all he can do is increase the odds some more. his hand slips back beneath Daichi's boxers, tugging him into the rise of Kuroo's hips as he sucks heavily at Daichi's tongue. )
[ all of kuroo's shallow breaths and rough moans just make everything worse for daichi, dick twitching in his boxers and kisses getting that much hungrier for more. he nips and sucks little marks along his throat without thinking, just wanting to get kuroo writhing up against him the same way daichi keeps grinding himself down. he does his best not to think about it, not to overanalyze or worry about emotions. right now, daichi just wants.
daichi gasps, loudly, when kuroo's hands start grabbing at him under his boxers, pulling them impossibly tight together and he can't tell which one of them has started leaking a wet spot through cotton. and fuck, it's hard not to surrender under the work of kuroo's mouth, pulling groans from god knows where. it's not fair that he's that good with his tongue.
the best he can do is fight back by grabbing kuroo's hips again, fingers digging into pale flesh to hold he friction right there. ]
( Kuroo's fingers tighten against Daichi's firm hold. he's been reduced to greedy whines and whimpers as the movement of lips on his skin gets rougher in turn - it hurts but it's so good and when Daichi clutches his hip Kuroo's breath sticks completely in his throat until he's scrabbling for air.
slightly panicked by how quickly this is becoming overwhelming, Kuroo breaks to shove at Daichi's shoulders. he doesn't want to stop, but...well.. )
Oi, this is about to get messy, ( he says, and holy shit, is that his voice?! where's the rest of it?! ) You okay with that?
[ daichi does not take kindly to being shoved, not right now, he is about to tell kuroo exactly that until he sees the frazzled state of kuroo's face. the broken sound of his voice.
good. ]
That was the whole point Kuroo. [ his own voice is hoarse and low, dropping himself back in kuroo's space. it's a little mean, but daichi's feeling particularly powerful with such a pleasure trip. ]
( 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...
[ daichi's smug retort catches in his breath with heavy hands dragging his boxers down, cause fuck, he must be closer than he thought if just that is getting to him. ]
Shut up and I will.
[ it's hard not to all out moan in kuroo's face when he touches him, because fuck, kuroo's hand feels way better than it has any right to be. and that compliment, or just an observation? daichi can't process this, he just shudders as he grabs at kuroo's boxers and pushes them out of the way, taking a deep breath and smearing the precum over the head with his thumb. and-- oh wow that's a lot. ]
(god that feels good, sinfully so, and Kuroo's spine curls against the pressure of Daichi's hand. )
Fuck, ( he chokes out again. all of his usual wit has completely deserted him, transformed into horrifically needy little noises and the hiss of air between clenched teeth. Kuroo works his hand over Daichi, moaning anew at telltale sticky dampness against his palm and fingers. he finds it sort of amazing that Sawamura's capable of getting this worked up at all, let alone by him, but then they've always had this spark-striking kind of relationship.
he twitches in Daichi's hand, and Kuroo wants more, more, more, but even his greed has to have its limits. today he'll settle for this; it should be more than enough for anybody. enough to get him through a lot of nights, anyway. )
[ there's no more room for thinking straight, not when daichi is sure he could drown under the sound of kuroo's moans and die a happy man. it's incredible that kuroo could be this loud and yet daichi doesn't want to shut him up in the least.
after plenty of teasing and feeling the slick on his hand, daichi strokes kuroo in earnest, trying to get more out of him. it's probably not going to work, not when daichi is gasping and bucking into kuroo's hand with reckless abandon - kuroo's hands have callouses in all the same places as his, but with longer fingers and thinner palms the experience is totally different than doing it himself. he could get used to it.
it doesn't take much to get daichi mouthy, groaning and gasping for air and trying to hide his face in kuroo's neck to stay quiet. they're a messy chorus at this point, but daichi can't deny he's damn enjoying himself. ]
( Kuroo's too far gone to try and figure out what Daichi likes in a handjob; he just does it the way he likes it, twisting and squeezing and dragging his thumb over the head. this disconnect between what he's doing and what he's getting is strange, but he could definitely get used to it. wants to get used it. he doesn't know what Daichi's going to do next and it's unbearably exciting.
he rocks his hips up, feeling their hands knock clumsily together. Sawamura keeps turning his damn face away, which is annoying. Kuroo grabs him by the hair until he can crush their mouths back together: better. awfully hard to eat someone alive if you can't use your mouth, after all. )
[ fuck, fuck, daichi loses himself in that kiss, throwing the last of his energy into it, as much as his lips hurt from so much he still wants to keep pushing. just like he still wants to arch his spine into kuroo, cock twitching in his hand, just like he wants to stroke kuroo off to keep him loud, he wants and wants and wants. daichi can't remember the last time he's ever felt so totally greedy.
somewhere between teeth and tongue, bumping knuckles, drips of precum, and those gorgeous moans, daichi reaches his threshold. his mouth falls open as he gasps, spilling over kuroo's hand and chest, coming hard enough to make his entire body shake. it's, fuck, it's too much, and even though he's out of breath and spent he keeps stroking kuroo, making sure to not leave him hanging. ]
( it'd be fantastic ammunition, using Daichi's early exit from the game as blackmail material, but the truth is that before Daichi's come even hits his skin Kuroo's loudly following suit. he shivers violently as Daichi keeps stroking him, overworked and overwrought in the most delicious of ways. eventually he manages to pull his hand free, tugging Daichi's up with it. )
Fuck.( it's the only word in his head. fuck. not enough, too much, more, more, more. ahh, but he's sated for now - mostly - going lank and lax under Daichi's quaking body. Kuroo runs his hand out through Daichi's hair more gently, too tired to push, letting their mouths fall apart for some real air. )
[ it takes an incredible effort to push himself so he doesn't fall on top of kuroo, but by his side, breathing heavily, their messy hands still touching. that was. wow. that was incredible, and daichi thinks he'll hear kuroo's moans ringing in his head for the rest of the week.
...for some reason, the sight of kuroo, strung out and blushing and looking so, so beautiful in the afterglow, daichi starts laughing.
he's not sure why, none of this is funny, but he can't stop himself, or the way something happy and warm works through his veins. ]
( that's offensive. Kuroo can, will, and has believed that they'd look pretty good in bed together. surely that's obvious? maybe Sawamura's just trying to be rude...nah. he's too honestly relaxed to be cunning right now. Kuroo feels much the same.
which might explain why he doesn't really think about it as he licks the mess of his hand. he hums thoughtfully, squinting at his fingers. it's different, but-- not bad.
still too out of it to pay attention to his own behaviour, Kuroo glances back at Daichi. )
You're not allowed to freak out on me about it, either. I forbid freak-outs.
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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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he fights back, guerilla-style: a hand threaded roughly through Daichi's hair, a slow upward grind of his hips, and the break of his mouth to nip at a plump earlobe. anything he can think of to get Sawamura squealing. )
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the nips and tugs don't stop daichi at all, only goad him on down this mutually embarrassing path. he starts returning the favors too, dragging his teeth just underneath kuroo's jawline, kissing the skin of his neck he can reach. ]
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so he releases little gasps and moans and cut-off breaths when something strikes sparks from his skin.
he hadn't really meant to up the ante so much, but it's hard to keep his hips still with Daichi pressing back against him. it's getting to the dangerous point of pleasure, where his belly feels full of coals and burning brightly, but since the situation seems to call for it all he can do is increase the odds some more. his hand slips back beneath Daichi's boxers, tugging him into the rise of Kuroo's hips as he sucks heavily at Daichi's tongue. )
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daichi gasps, loudly, when kuroo's hands start grabbing at him under his boxers, pulling them impossibly tight together and he can't tell which one of them has started leaking a wet spot through cotton. and fuck, it's hard not to surrender under the work of kuroo's mouth, pulling groans from god knows where. it's not fair that he's that good with his tongue.
the best he can do is fight back by grabbing kuroo's hips again, fingers digging into pale flesh to hold he friction right there. ]
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slightly panicked by how quickly this is becoming overwhelming, Kuroo breaks to shove at Daichi's shoulders. he doesn't want to stop, but...well.. )
Oi, this is about to get messy, ( he says, and holy shit, is that his voice?! where's the rest of it?! ) You okay with that?
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good. ]
That was the whole point Kuroo. [ his own voice is hoarse and low, dropping himself back in kuroo's space. it's a little mean, but daichi's feeling particularly powerful with such a pleasure trip. ]
Unless you wanna stop?
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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...
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Shut up and I will.
[ it's hard not to all out moan in kuroo's face when he touches him, because fuck, kuroo's hand feels way better than it has any right to be. and that compliment, or just an observation? daichi can't process this, he just shudders as he grabs at kuroo's boxers and pushes them out of the way, taking a deep breath and smearing the precum over the head with his thumb. and-- oh wow that's a lot. ]
So are you, jesus, Kuroo.
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Fuck, ( he chokes out again. all of his usual wit has completely deserted him, transformed into horrifically needy little noises and the hiss of air between clenched teeth. Kuroo works his hand over Daichi, moaning anew at telltale sticky dampness against his palm and fingers. he finds it sort of amazing that Sawamura's capable of getting this worked up at all, let alone by him, but then they've always had this spark-striking kind of relationship.
he twitches in Daichi's hand, and Kuroo wants more, more, more, but even his greed has to have its limits. today he'll settle for this; it should be more than enough for anybody. enough to get him through a lot of nights, anyway. )
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after plenty of teasing and feeling the slick on his hand, daichi strokes kuroo in earnest, trying to get more out of him. it's probably not going to work, not when daichi is gasping and bucking into kuroo's hand with reckless abandon - kuroo's hands have callouses in all the same places as his, but with longer fingers and thinner palms the experience is totally different than doing it himself. he could get used to it.
it doesn't take much to get daichi mouthy, groaning and gasping for air and trying to hide his face in kuroo's neck to stay quiet. they're a messy chorus at this point, but daichi can't deny he's damn enjoying himself. ]
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he rocks his hips up, feeling their hands knock clumsily together. Sawamura keeps turning his damn face away, which is annoying. Kuroo grabs him by the hair until he can crush their mouths back together: better. awfully hard to eat someone alive if you can't use your mouth, after all. )
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somewhere between teeth and tongue, bumping knuckles, drips of precum, and those gorgeous moans, daichi reaches his threshold. his mouth falls open as he gasps, spilling over kuroo's hand and chest, coming hard enough to make his entire body shake. it's, fuck, it's too much, and even though he's out of breath and spent he keeps stroking kuroo, making sure to not leave him hanging. ]
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Fuck. ( it's the only word in his head. fuck. not enough, too much, more, more, more. ahh, but he's sated for now - mostly - going lank and lax under Daichi's quaking body. Kuroo runs his hand out through Daichi's hair more gently, too tired to push, letting their mouths fall apart for some real air. )
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...for some reason, the sight of kuroo, strung out and blushing and looking so, so beautiful in the afterglow, daichi starts laughing.
he's not sure why, none of this is funny, but he can't stop himself, or the way something happy and warm works through his veins. ]
I can't believe we did that.
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( that's offensive. Kuroo can, will, and has believed that they'd look pretty good in bed together. surely that's obvious? maybe Sawamura's just trying to be rude...nah. he's too honestly relaxed to be cunning right now. Kuroo feels much the same.
which might explain why he doesn't really think about it as he licks the mess of his hand. he hums thoughtfully, squinting at his fingers. it's different, but-- not bad.
still too out of it to pay attention to his own behaviour, Kuroo glances back at Daichi. )
You're not allowed to freak out on me about it, either. I forbid freak-outs.
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