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.
( he almost says "Someone who plans for it?" but that'd be giving away too much. ) Expect the unexpected, Sawamura!
( --ah. Kuroo glances at his hand again, like it's the first time he's seen it, and is very glad that his face is already red from their extracurricular activities. )
Such a prude, ( he taunts, because if you're Kuroo then this is the only eligible route to take. for good measure he swipes some of the mess off his chest and holds Daichi's gaze as he licks it. ) Here I thought this weekend was expanding your pitiful country-boy horizons.
You're just being disgusting on purpose!! [ daichi grabs the nearby tissue box and slams it onto kuroo's face. he is only blushing out of mortification, because it hasn't sunk in that kuroo is licking up daichi's cum with total approval. ]
This isn't about being from anywhere, you're just being gross.
[ SLAPS AGAIN WITH THE TISSUE BOX, OH MY GOD, NO!! ]
You've already ruined that enough! I thought you would know how to read a mood!? [ seriously, there was an honest moment of happy, post first time afterglow there, and now daichi is never going to get it back. ]
Ow, god, never mind! [ he manages to snatch the tissue box away with a clean hand and wipes kuroo's drying cum off his own hand, the drops that hit his stomach and just. tries not to think again, so that maybe his heart stops feeling so bloated in all the wrong ways. ]
daichi refuses to do this, refuses to have this conversation, and most of all refuses to let kuroo tease him for such bullshit. as soon as his hand is mostly cleaned he slams the tissue box between them, grabbing his boxers to throw back on. ]
I'm going to the bathroom.
[ he doesn't care if this is admission by omission, but he can't stand another second of being right next to kuroo and his bullshit. ]
( Kuroo knows that he can be overdramatic, but this takes the che-- cake. he resists the urge to roll his eyes, latching bodily onto Daichi and hoping that he's enough of an inconvenience to stop him from running away. )
I'm sorry. ( at the end of the day, it's his fault for pushing too far, and his job to fix this line of communication without Sawamura shutting down on him further. ) I didn't mean to be an asshole; it's just-- shocking, honestly.
Yeah well, you were an asshole. [ kuroo is still so warm, that it's easy to let himself stay sitting even when every bone in his body says run. ] What makes you think it's a good idea to make fun of someone after seeing them naked?
I wasn't trying to make fun of you! ( he growls frustration into Daichi's shoulder, then sighs. no, no, he's apologising here. ) I'm sorry it came out that way. But- it's unfair not to bring a guy up to speed with the situation beforehand, too. There's things I'd do differently if I knew.
Oh what, I'm supposed to stop and say hey, I've never done this before? My ass.
[ daichi grumbles, scrubbing his hands over his face. this is stupid, he can't believe kuroo is trying to defend himself. worst of all he can't believe he just assumed kuroo was in the same boat - maybe he should've taken those jokes about corrupt city boys more seriously. ]
Yeah? ( where's the problem there. Kuroo doesn't really get it - personally, he doesn't have a problem with embarrassing levels of honesty if it's about something important. and even if it's just a bit of fun, some messing around, this is important.
tentatively, not sure whether he's gonna get punched or not, he runs his hand through the back of Daichi's hair. ) Sawamura, I'm sorry. This was just supposed to be fun, for both of us. I didn't think...
[ just because kuroo can be so honest doesn't mean daichi can. he snorts at the sheer idea of openly giving kuroo something like that, which... he did anyway, in the worst way.
and that's not even the worst part, it's the way his chest twists around kuroo's apology. sinks at just supposed to be fun. this is fucking stupid, daichi shouldn't feel so thrown off kilter. they are friends.
(right.)
he takes a deep breath, shakes his head. ] It's fine, just, forget about it.
[ yet he still feels twitchy, feels wrong in too many ways that don't make sense, and he knows he has to get out of the warm envelope of kuroo's arms. I uh, do have to use the bathroom, so...
( he lets him go, leaning back on his hands pensively. has he totally fucked this up with one offhand remark? somehow Kuroo wouldn't exactly be surprised, but it'd be really disappointing. he likes Sawamura - quite a lot, actually. probably unhealthily a lot, if the amount of eyerolling Kenma gives him whenever he brings this particular rival up is an indication.
eventually he realises that he's still in total disarray and pulls his pants back on. Kuroo lounges on the bed, waiting for Daichi to return and thinking hard. )
[ daichi's glad that the bathroom is right there on the end of the hall, so he can go in, shut the door, press his back to it and sink down to the floor.
he has no idea why he feels like he fucked up, or something is fucked up, but thems just the facts. as much as he hates to admit he thought about this, maybe more than he should, he did. and he always thought that if he and kuroo did this there'd be some joking banter, some curling up in bed and laughing, not getting teased when kuroo's the one being disgusting.
but well, daichi should've known better. kuroo wouldn't like him like that, at least not past a hot body, or at minimum one he can get a good handjob out of. it's better that he just takes a deep breath now, tell his heart to stop beating like this, and accept it for what it is. nothing.
he's in the bathroom for a good few minutes before he finally gets back on his feet, splashing water on his face, and heads back into the bedroom to plop down on the futon. ] Hey.
( Kuroo's sure that Daichi's taking way too long for a simple bathroom break, but his sense of time is still skewed by all that shitty beer, so he just waits. and waits. and tries not to feel relieved when Daichi comes back, or hurt that he's totally avoiding him. could it be more obvious??
( picking at the edge of his blanket, Kuroo hesitates as he tries to think of the best course of action. part of him says shut the hell up and cut his losses, but the greater part can't bear to let something lie so off-kilter, even if it's gonna be a pain in the ass to fix. or maybe he can't fix it at all? either way, it's in his nature to try. )
[ daichi looks over his shoulder at kuroo, weighing the options. kuroo looks serious this time, so probably he won't get teasey, but that's what he thought earlier too and look what that got him. ]
You going to make fun of that too? [ he turns back to his bag, finally digging out his pj bottoms to put on. ]
I'd never knowingly make light of something that upsets you this much, ( he says bluntly, and it's true. ) Anyone who does is a piece of shit and you should punch them in the face.
[ another pause, this time daichi uses putting on a sleep shirt as his excuse for not talking. it's not like kuroo's wrong, but it's so hard to answer him. ]
...I'm not sure how to say it, I guess. It just, [ he waves his hand off in the air, like that helps. I dunno. I thought we were in the same boat and instead you turn around and make me feel like shit.
( well, that makes slightly more sense, though Kuroo's not sure how to fix it. )
For the record, this is as far as I've gone, too. So it's not like I'm goin' on years of experience here. ( Kuroo shrugs, feeling unexpectedly embarrassed by the admission. he doesn't bother trying to meet Daichi's gaze. ) I'm sorry for unintentionally being a dick.
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( --ah. Kuroo glances at his hand again, like it's the first time he's seen it, and is very glad that his face is already red from their extracurricular activities. )
Such a prude, ( he taunts, because if you're Kuroo then this is the only eligible route to take. for good measure he swipes some of the mess off his chest and holds Daichi's gaze as he licks it. ) Here I thought this weekend was expanding your pitiful country-boy horizons.
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This isn't about being from anywhere, you're just being gross.
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Mm, but you taste good, y'know? Don't be so virginal, Sawamura.
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You've already ruined that enough! I thought you would know how to read a mood!? [ seriously, there was an honest moment of happy, post first time afterglow there, and now daichi is never going to get it back. ]
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( Kuroo wrestles control of the tissue box and hits him back!! fucking rude!!!! )
Ruined what?! What mood?!
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--Oi, Sawamura, 're you saying I just popped your handjob cherry?!
( damn. he really is good. )
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daichi refuses to do this, refuses to have this conversation, and most of all refuses to let kuroo tease him for such bullshit. as soon as his hand is mostly cleaned he slams the tissue box between them, grabbing his boxers to throw back on. ]
I'm going to the bathroom.
[ he doesn't care if this is admission by omission, but he can't stand another second of being right next to kuroo and his bullshit. ]
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I'm sorry. ( at the end of the day, it's his fault for pushing too far, and his job to fix this line of communication without Sawamura shutting down on him further. ) I didn't mean to be an asshole; it's just-- shocking, honestly.
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( like cracking virgin jokes. )
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[ daichi grumbles, scrubbing his hands over his face. this is stupid, he can't believe kuroo is trying to defend himself. worst of all he can't believe he just assumed kuroo was in the same boat - maybe he should've taken those jokes about corrupt city boys more seriously. ]
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tentatively, not sure whether he's gonna get punched or not, he runs his hand through the back of Daichi's hair. ) Sawamura, I'm sorry. This was just supposed to be fun, for both of us. I didn't think...
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and that's not even the worst part, it's the way his chest twists around kuroo's apology. sinks at just supposed to be fun. this is fucking stupid, daichi shouldn't feel so thrown off kilter. they are friends.
(right.)
he takes a deep breath, shakes his head. ] It's fine, just, forget about it.
[ yet he still feels twitchy, feels wrong in too many ways that don't make sense, and he knows he has to get out of the warm envelope of kuroo's arms. I uh, do have to use the bathroom, so...
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( he lets him go, leaning back on his hands pensively. has he totally fucked this up with one offhand remark? somehow Kuroo wouldn't exactly be surprised, but it'd be really disappointing. he likes Sawamura - quite a lot, actually. probably unhealthily a lot, if the amount of eyerolling Kenma gives him whenever he brings this particular rival up is an indication.
eventually he realises that he's still in total disarray and pulls his pants back on. Kuroo lounges on the bed, waiting for Daichi to return and thinking hard. )
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he has no idea why he feels like he fucked up, or something is fucked up, but thems just the facts. as much as he hates to admit he thought about this, maybe more than he should, he did. and he always thought that if he and kuroo did this there'd be some joking banter, some curling up in bed and laughing, not getting teased when kuroo's the one being disgusting.
but well, daichi should've known better. kuroo wouldn't like him like that, at least not past a hot body, or at minimum one he can get a good handjob out of. it's better that he just takes a deep breath now, tell his heart to stop beating like this, and accept it for what it is. nothing.
he's in the bathroom for a good few minutes before he finally gets back on his feet, splashing water on his face, and heads back into the bedroom to plop down on the futon. ] Hey.
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he sighs, propping his chin in one hand. )
Yeah; you're totally pissed at me, huh.
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I told you it's fine.
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( picking at the edge of his blanket, Kuroo hesitates as he tries to think of the best course of action. part of him says shut the hell up and cut his losses, but the greater part can't bear to let something lie so off-kilter, even if it's gonna be a pain in the ass to fix. or maybe he can't fix it at all? either way, it's in his nature to try. )
C'mon, Sawamura. Let it all out.
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You going to make fun of that too? [ he turns back to his bag, finally digging out his pj bottoms to put on. ]
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Can I hold you to that?
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...I'm not sure how to say it, I guess. It just, [ he waves his hand off in the air, like that helps. I dunno. I thought we were in the same boat and instead you turn around and make me feel like shit.
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( well, that makes slightly more sense, though Kuroo's not sure how to fix it. )
For the record, this is as far as I've gone, too. So it's not like I'm goin' on years of experience here. ( Kuroo shrugs, feeling unexpectedly embarrassed by the admission. he doesn't bother trying to meet Daichi's gaze. ) I'm sorry for unintentionally being a dick.
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