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It is late and Daichi should be asleep by now but he can't, not when Kuroo is touching him like that.

It has been way too long since the last time they met and Daichi can't blame Kuroo for wanting to get his hands all over him when he has missed him too. Daichi just can't keep his eyes open as Kuroo strokes his stomach, his hand trailing up to his chest before sliding all the way down, past the waistband of his pants. Daichi shivers as Kuroo wraps his fingers around his cock, coaxing the heat into his skin as he mouths at the back of Daichi's neck, his breath hot against his nape. Behind him, Kuroo shifts, his hips fitting perfectly against Daichi, his erection pressing up against the cleft of Daichi's ass through his boxers.

Daichi stifles a moan as Kuroo starts grinding up against him, slow and wanting. He turns over in Kuroo's arms, searching for Kuroo's face with bleary eyes through the dark. His boyfriend is like a cat, living up to the nickname of the school he goes to, and Daichi sees his eyes bright in the dark, reflecting the faint light coming through the window.

"Kuroo," Daichi murmurs, putting a hand on Kuroo's cheek with more force than intended and wincing at the sharp sound. "I'm sorry but I don't think I'm awake enough for this."

"Oh." Kuroo wraps his arms around Daichi and draws him closer. Even without looking at him, Daichi can hear the disappointment in his voice as he says, "I'll stop now then. We can just cuddle?"

Daichi knows how much Kuroo misses him and he can't blame Kuroo's body for reacting to him when they are finally this close again. Kuroo's erection presses up against Daichi's thigh and his body temperature burns hotter than Daichi's for once. It must be killing Kuroo to suggest cuddling when what he really wants would need more energy than Daichi has at the moment.

Daichi slides his hand to the back of Kuroo's neck, pulling him closer so that he can murmur into his ear, "No, I'm just saying sorry in advance if I doze off in the middle of this. I love you but I'm really way too sleepy."

Kuroo's cheek burns hot against Daichi's face as he mutters, "You must be really sleepy if you're saying that out loud."

"Hm?" Daichi yawns, already forgetting what he just said.

"Nothing." Kuroo turns his face, his lips catching Daichi on the cheek. "I love you too, Sawamura."

Kuroo's hands reach for the waistband of Daichi's boxers, tugging it down and pulling his cock out. Daichi's eyes flutter shut again as Kuroo presses their cocks together and wraps a hand around them clumsily. His other hand goes to the small of Daichi's back and Daichi hooks a leg over Kuroo's waist, burying his face in the warm crook of Kuroo's neck as Kuroo starts stroking them in earnest.

With all his other senses dulled, lulled into sleep, his sensation of touch is heightened and Daichi finds himself gasping into Kuroo's shoulder as Kuroo works his hand over them, pressing their cocks together into the tight circle of his hand. His movements are frantic, his hips bucking against Daichi as he groans. He is trying to get them off as quickly as possible, overly conscious of Daichi's need for sleep, and Daichi puts a hand over his, stopping him.

"Slow down, Tetsu," Daichi murmurs. "I'm still here. Do whatever you like."

"Oh my god," he thinks he hears Kuroo say faintly.

The world shifts and Daichi finds himself suddenly on top of Kuroo, their hips still pressed together. Lips brush against his forehead, his cheek, his closed eyelids, and hands grip his ass hard, moving him in time to the hips under him. Daichi moans as Kuroo thrusts against him, his fingers digging into the fabric of Kuroo's shirt. The heat builds up between them, their cocks slick with sweat and precum, and the last thing Daichi remembers before his consciousness slips away is pleasure soaking into his body, sending ripples of warmth through his limbs and making him tremble against the body under him.


The next morning at breakfast, Kuroo is in an odd mood, shooting furtive glances at Daichi every time he thinks he isn't looking. Daichi has had enough of that over the entire summer before they got together and he looks up just as Kuroo glances his way again and asks, "What is it?"

Kuroo jumps, caught in the act of looking at Daichi, and he fidgets. Daichi raises an eyebrow at him and lowers his chopsticks, ready to hear him out.

At last, Kuroo asks, "Did you know that you're really affectionate when you're sleepy?"

Daichi scrunches his brow. "Affectionate?"

Kuroo fiddles with his chopsticks. "You know. Telling me you love me, calling me pet names, telling me to do whatever I want with you..."

Daichi's cheeks burst with heat. Now that Kuroo mentions it, he vaguely remembers saying something along those lines. As someone with regular sleeping times, he doesn't deal too well with sleepiness and it erases any filters he has between his mind and his mouth. He was probably speaking straight from his feelings since there wasn't much of his mind left at three in the morning and Kuroo, who was practically nocturnal, had been awake enough to remember that.

"You meant that, didn't you?" Kuroo asks, his cheeks pink.

He did, even if he wouldn't say it out loud under normal circumstances. It is embarrassing since it has only been a precious few months since they have been going out and Daichi still doesn't know how to act around Kuroo sometimes when he looks at him and his feelings come bubbling up from within overwhelmingly.

So Daichi settles for a compromise.

"I don't say things I don't mean," he says without meeting Kuroo's eyes, piling up his plates and utensils in a haphazard stack and moving away from the table quickly before Kuroo can react.

But Kuroo catches up with him at the sink, his arms encircling Daichi's waist and his head resting on Daichi's shoulder, a giddy smile on his face.

"I love you too, Daichi," Kuroo says into his ear warmly, without his usual teasing lilt. "Now that you've had your fill of sleep, are you free later?"

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He has got Sawamura up against the wall, his shorts and underwear a tangle around his ankles, his hands tied with Kuroo's belt, and Kuroo's fingers deep in his ass. They have been at this since the lights went out for the night and Sawamura's legs are trembling, the wall before him splattered with cum. Kuroo had to muffle Sawamura's mouth with the school tie dug out from the bottom of his bag when he started getting too loud.

"Fuck, you're still so tight," Kuroo whispers heatedly into his ear before pulling his fingers out and thrusting them back in, shoving them hard against Sawamura's already overstimulated prostate.

Sawamura cries out, his voice breaking in his throat as his knees give way under him. Kuroo has just enough time to catch him before he falls, kneeling with him as he lowers him to the floor. Sawamura's breath comes in short bursts, his chest rising and falling expansively against Kuroo's arms. When Kuroo moves his hands downwards, he feels Sawamura's cock standing erect against his stomach, the shaft smeared sticky with cum and the tip still leaking beads of precum.

"Baby, you're so wet here," Kuroo purrs, fingering the slit on Sawamura's tip lovingly. "You just came but you're already ready to go?"

Kuroo drags Sawamura towards him by the hips and Sawamura's forearms slip off the wall and slam against the floor as Kuroo positions him with his ass up in the air, his knees spread wide. Kuroo leans over and runs his thumb around Sawamura's hole, prodding at the puckered skin and swiping at a trickle of liquid leaking out of him. Under his hands, Sawamura trembles, his cock heavy and dripping on the floor. When Kuroo presses his thumb shallowly into his hole, Sawamura moans wordlessly, his face pressed against his forearm as he rubs himself back on him, and Kuroo shudders at the sight, his cock throbbing.

"Look at you, ready and waiting for my cock." Kuroo replaces his thumb with his erection, pushing it against Sawamura's hole without entering him and grinding against him slowly, letting him feel the length of his cock.

"Hey, Sawamura, do you want me to fuck you?" Kuroo asks, running his hands up and down Sawamura's thighs, keeping him in place when Sawamura's knees are shaking so hard they might give way under him at any moment. "Or I could leave you for the next person who comes along. You might have to wait until morning but there just so many people in this school that someone could come along and see you like this, all tied up and pretty, your ass all for the taking."

Sawamura squirms against him, twisting his neck to look over his shoulder, and there is a threat in those glassy brown eyes even if he has no way of carrying it out now. Kuroo smirks back at him, thrusting his hips back and forth against Sawamura's entrance suggestively, and Sawamura moans sharply, his voice spilling out from under his gag.

Kuroo forces himself to stop, every muscle in his body pulled tight as he pushes the head of his cock against Sawamura's hole and leans over, closing his teeth around the hard muscle in the back of Sawamura's neck. He presses a hand to Sawamura's stomach, keeping his hips raised in the perfect position to take him in.

"Just kidding," Kuroo murmurs, his lips pressed to Sawamura's neck, "Like I would let anyone else take you. You look so gorgeous like this and you're all mine, aren't you?"

He snaps his hips forward and slams his cock deep into Sawamura. The sound that Sawamura makes then, even with his mouth gagged, sears itself into Kuroo's memory.

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Even for an alpha, Kuroo liked marking Daichi far too much. The lovebites decorating his neck are tolerable if Daichi wears nothing but scarves and turtlenecks, the bitemarks littering his chest are annoying because they take forever to fade, and his thighs are always an absolute mess after Kuroo is done with them, which makes the bruised skin far too sensitive to touch, even if it is just his clothes. Once, Daichi had caught sight of his back in the mirror after Kuroo had fucked him into the mattress the night before and the glaringly obvious Kuroo bite on the nape of his neck had Daichi fiddling with the back of his shirt collar all day.

Daichi could tell him to stop but Kuroo would look at him with those pleading eyes during Daichi's most vulnerable moments while they were going at it and Kuroo's teeth would be closing around some exposed part of him again. No, he had to go about with this in a different way.

The next time Kuroo pulls him onto his lap and into a kiss, his fingers tugging eagerly at the waistband of Daichi's pants, Daichi puts his plan into motion. When Kuroo breaks the kiss, Daichi moves his mouth to the side of Kuroo's neck, licking the strip of skin there delicately, just the way Kuroo likes it, before putting his teeth there.

Kuroo flinches as Daichi bites him, stopping short of drawing blood before pulling back to admire his handiwork. Even with the hurt, it doesn't deter Kuroo from pulling Daichi back for another kiss and Daichi goes along with it, resting his hands on Kuroo's shoulders. He likes the way Kuroo kisses, taking his time to take him apart, learning where Daichi likes to be touched today. Kuroo is a careful lover in all aspects but his biting and Daichi would be inclined to indulge him if not for the fact that Daichi wants to be able to wear lighter clothes when summer is approaching.

Daichi places his hands on Kuroo's chest, tugging aside the thick collar of his sweater. When Kuroo breaks away from this kiss, Daichi goes to his shoulder, mouthing along the lean muscle. Kuroo tenses up under him, his hands running up Daichi's sides as if having half a mind to stop him. Daichi looks up at him through his lashes, reassuring him by keeping his mouth nothing but soft and obliging as he sucks light bruises into Kuroo's skin.

Not one to be idle, Kuroo slips his hand under Daichi's waistband, groping the generous curve of Daichi's ass. Kuroo moans appreciatively as Daichi rolls his hips over him, his eyes darkening as Daichi pushes Kuroo's sweater up over his chest. Daichi licks his lips and Kuroo follows the pink flash of his tongue hungrily, leaning back against the sofa as Daichi lowers his mouth to his nipple. Daichi laves at it with his tongue, running his fingers along the inside of Kuroo's wrists and interlocking their fingers, holding Kuroo's arms apart before he closes his teeth around the sensitive flesh.

Kuroo jerks under him, his hands trapped at his sides by Daichi, and he whimpers as Daichi bites him again and tugs, leaving deep teethmarks in a ring around his nipple once he lets go. Satisfied, Daichi straightens up and lets go of Kuroo, who pulls his sweater down over his chest immediately.

"Daichi, that hurt," Kuroo whines, folding his arms over his chest as if expecting Daichi to attack him with his teeth again.

"Good," Daichi says, running his thumb over the teethmarks on Kuroo's neck. "Now you know how I feel when you bite me all over the place."

"I can't help it. You're just so biteable," Kuroo responds, unfolding an arm to pinch Daichi's side. "There's so much of you to sink my teeth into."

Daichi huffs. "Well, excuse me for sitting on you when there's so much of me."

Kuroo laughs and hugs Daichi tight, keeping him on his lap before he decides to get off. "It's a good thing. I mean that you're so delicious I can't help but want to bite you."

"That doesn't make any sense."

Kuroo grins at him, his teeth flashing. "Well, it's an acquired taste." He pulls the collar of his sweater aside, offering his bare shoulder to Daichi. "Why don't you try it for yourself?"


The next morning when Daichi looks into their bathroom mirror, the number of lovebites and bitemarks on his body look greatly reduced but there is still enough of them that Daichi resigns himself to wearing something with a high collar for the day.

"Good morning," Kuroo mumbles, coming up behind him and placing a sleepy kiss on the most prominent bitemark.

He reaches over Daichi's shoulder for his toothbrush and Daichi's eyes are drawn to the first bitemark he gave Kuroo last night when he was intent on protesting Kuroo's treatment of him as some kind of chew toy. The bitemark had darkened over the night, settling nicely into Kuroo's skin. Daichi can't help but look at it and the other places on Kuroo's bare chest, his stomach, his hip, all places he had marked, a strange sense of satisfaction stirring up within him. Daichi had put them there and anyone else who saw it would know that Kuroo was already spoken for.

Kuroo meets his eyes in the mirror, his mouth full of toothpaste foam as he says, "Sexy, isn't it? That's how I feel every time I look at you after doing a good job the night before. And it reminds me of everything we did."

Daichi turns towards him and trails a hand down Kuroo's chest, his eyes dark and intent as he traces the deep teethmarks around Kuroo's nipple. "Does that mean here is free game too?" He grips Kuroo's cock through his boxers. "Or here?"

Kuroo pales. "Okay, maybe we'll lay down some ground rules."

Daichi withdraws, biting back a smirk as he reaches for his own toothbrush.

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Accidents happen all the time, especially in a gym full of enthusiastic volleyball players all striving for Nationals. Nekoma is in their last set against Fukurodani and Kuroo will be damned if he loses to Bokuto and his team for a third time in a row. He plays harder than he already does, the sweat pouring down his face as he rallies his team and tries to make up for the point gap, everything in the world now narrowed down to the rectangular space of the court encompassing Nekoma and Fukurodani.

That is why he doesn't notice the volleyball soaring towards him from the court where Karasuno and Ubugawa are facing off and doesn't hear someone yell his name until it is too late. The volleyball meets the back of his head with all the impact of deadly missile and all the bedhead in the world can't protect him from a speeding volleyball meeting his skull dead centre.

Kuroo keels forward and the world goes white all around him as he faints.


When Kuroo comes to, he feels far too good for someone who had just taken a volleyball to the back of the head and he groans, the sound coming out far more erotic than he expected, before he realises that the pleasure is emanating from a very specific spot on his groin. Specifically his cock. There is something warm and wet and tight all around his cock, stimulating it more than Kuroo has ever felt in his seventeen years, and Kuroo groans again, the sound pouring forth shamelessly from his throat.

He opens his eyes and Sawamura looks back at him intently, watching Kuroo with a kind of hunger that makes the heat in his cock intensify. Only that it isn't quite Sawamura, the captain of the Karasuno volleyball club he remembers, but a Sawamura that Kuroo would imagine seeing maybe ten years from now, older, bigger, and devastatingly handsome in maturity. Sawamura is sitting on Kuroo, or more accurately, fucking himself back on Kuroo, kneeling on the sheets on either side of Kuroo's hips as he bounces up and down on Kuroo's cock, the erect length going in and out of his tight, slick ass.

Sawamura has a hand on his chest and Kuroo's mouth goes dry as he realises that Sawamura is toying with his nipple, pinching it between his thumb and middle finger, teasing the tip of the nub with his forefinger. It must feel good because he is moaning, his face openly wanton and his cock full and curved, leaking precum onto Kuroo's stomach. Sawamura watches Kuroo the whole time, his gaze heated and intent, putting on a show for Kuroo and only Kuroo in this closed space of their bed.

"Sawamura?" Kuroo squeaks out. For the life of him, he can't figure out what is going on here but he feels so good, too good, the heat clouding his head so violently he thinks he might faint again.

"Tetsu?" Sawamura murmurs and Kuroo stiffens up at the pet name, his hips shuddering hard under Sawamura.

Sawamura's face scrunches up, his mouth falling open as his moans get louder and throatier. He clenches around Kuroo's cock and Kuroo doesn't have a clue what to do but to hang on to the sheets for his life. Then Sawamura grinds himself down on Kuroo's cock, his hips gyrating in the filthiest move Kuroo has ever seen, and his thighs tighten around Kuroo's hips, stopping his movements with Kuroo's cock sheathed entirely with him.

Sawamura's hands go to his cock and Kuroo looks down feverishly just as the cum spurts out of Sawamura's cock and all over Kuroo's chest. Some of it reaches Kuroo's face, dribbling over his lips, and Kuroo flinches, meeting Sawamura's gaze with startled eyes. Sawamura's gaze is smouldering, his eyes flashing molten brown as he licks his lips and bends over, going to kiss Kuroo.

Before Sawamura's lips meet his, Kuroo comes and probably also faints.


Kuroo is hard, so hard, when he wakes up again, his cock throbbing in his shorts even before he wakes up. This time, there is no Sawamura and Kuroo is alone on a squishy infirmary bed, the curtains drawn all around him. Kuroo squeezes the bulge in his shorts with a hand, his head racing with thoughts of Sawamura.

What was that? A dream? A glimpse into the future? A side-effect of being hit in the head by a volleyball?

Whatever it was, it was fucking sexy and Kuroo whines low in his throat, his hand moving around his cock.

"Kuroo, are you finally up?" The curtains open up and Sawamura pops his head in, smiling sheepishly. "I wanted to apologise for..."

This is the Sawamura he remembers, his short hair matted with sweat after a long day of volleyball practice and "Karasuno High School" etched on his shirt. But Kuroo can't help but remember the other Sawamura who had been riding him like a pro and looking at him with pure heat in his eyes. Kuroo flattens his palm against his bulge with a strangled moan and looks up at Sawamura, trying to school his face into some sort of normal expression.

But it is too late. Sawamura glances down at his crotch then back up at Kuroo's flushed cheeks, his eyes narrowing at him. A hint of colour rises in his face and before Kuroo can explain himself, if he even could, Sawamura disappears behind the curtains, pulling it shut with a sharp sound.

"It seems like you're doing fine so I'm going off for dinner," Sawamura says flatly, his footsteps storming away from Kuroo. "Once you're... done, you should probably go to the canteen before they close."

"'Kay..." Kuroo squeaks out breathlessly as the door slams shut behind Sawamura. Then he slaps his palm over his face and groans, wondering if he could get someone to slam another volleyball into his head tomorrow to end his misery.


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"So let me get this straight," Bokuto says slowly, turning the volleyball over in his hands. "You want me to spike this ball into the back of your head at full strength, without holding back even a little bit?"

"Yes," Kuroo says.

Bokuto looks solemn. "It was really nice knowing you, Kuroo. I hope Nekoma gets to Nationals in your loving memory."

"You see," Kuroo explains the logic here to him, "either I go back to whatever the hell it was with the other Sawamura and figure things out or my head explodes on impact with your spike and I die, thus saving me from having to look Sawamura in the eye now. It's failproof."

"If you say so," Bokuto says doubtfully, totally not getting it. He tosses the ball to Akaashi, who has been watching their exchange with nothing but a dead look in his eyes. "Give me a good toss, Akaashi!"

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"Oh no. No no no no."

Kuroo blinks. He recognises that voice.

Now that he looks closely, he recognises that boy too, hidden under thick layers of makeup and frills. He is even wearing a wig, the synthetic fibres sleek and black, cut short in a fashionable bob that frames his face rather nicely in Kuroo's opinion.

"Daichi?" he says and the look on the maid's face turns downright horrified, which is really all the confirmation he needs.

When Kuroo had received a text from Sugawara a week ago, he had been suspicious. Popular culture had taught him that when your boyfriend's best friend contacts you out of the blue, it is usually for nothing good. But the text had been innocuous enough, just a simple invitation to come down to the Karasuno cultural festival with an additional note that Daichi would probably be too chicken to tell him about it. Sugawara had been right about that and Kuroo had heard absolutely nothing about a cultural festival from Daichi up until the day itself.

Now that Kuroo is here, he can see why Daichi hadn't wanted to tell him about it and why there is a pretty girl in a maid outfit who looks suspiciously like Sugawara giving him the thumbs up from inside the classroom. There is another pretty girl out here too, who looks much less convincing than Sugawara and more like a boy in a badly fitted dress. But because it is Daichi in a dress, or more specifically a maid outfit, Kuroo is more than a little biased.

"Daichi— oof." Kuroo has barely gotten a word out when something hits him hard in the stomach and, wow, Daichi smells nice, even when he is punching at full force.

Kuroo coughs, his eyes watering as he straightens up, his hands tightening around Daichi's forearms to stop him from getting him right in the stomach again. Or the face. Or anywhere lower, because sometimes Daichi can be vicious like that.

"How did you know about this?" Daichi hisses at him. "Oh wait, don't tell me."

He whips around to level a glare at Sugawara with enough venom to kill a lesser man. Not only does Sugawara not shrivel up in place, he even has the audacity to blow a kiss back at him. Kuroo aspires to be Sugawara one day.

"Hey to you too," Kuroo tells Daichi once he has gotten his attention again. "You're looking very pre—" Unfortunately, Kuroo is that lesser man, which means he is not yet entirely immune to Daichi's scathing looks. "Uhh, I mean, pretty cool? Very pretty cool?"

"Smooth, Kuroo," Yaku whispers at him as the entire Nekoma group walks on by, once Daichi's classmates figure out that Daichi isn't exactly doing his job of welcoming people in now that he is occupied with Kuroo.

"So can I get a seat too?" Kuroo asks, glancing over pointedly at the table that has been designated the Nekoma table. "Or...?" He takes a step closer into Daichi's space, grinning broadly, trying to figure out how much leeway he has before Daichi decides to deck him again.

"Sit. Down."

Kuroo lets go of him, his legs carrying him over to the Nekoma table automatically. When he slides into place next to Kai, he gets a sympathetic look from him. From Yaku, he gets a snort of laughter that sounds a lot like, "Whipped."

Across the classroom turned cafe, he watches Daichi stalk towards Sugawara. He is wearing heels that clack against the floor as he walks, low enough that he walks with ease, high enough to accentuate his calves. Kuroo blinks. Daichi is even wearing stockings, pure white against the black of his heels, tightly stretched around his legs and leading up into the hem of his skirt.

Now that Kuroo gets a proper look at the maid outfit Daichi has on, it is actually really cute, a standard black and white dress with an apron. On Daichi, Kuroo can see where the material strains against his shoulders, the fit of the sleeves uncomfortable across his biceps. The dress pulls tight against his waist like a corset top before it flares into a skirt, held up by a flurry of frills underneath. When he turns around, there is a large bow at his back to hold the apron in place, the ribbon tails trailing down and hitting the back of his knees when he walks.

Shit, it is actually really cute.

"I need to go," Kuroo blurts out, standing up abruptly. His pants are beginning to get tight around his groin and he hopes that it doesn't show as he leaves the Nekoma table and hurries out of the classroom turned cafe.

The first toilet he finds is blessedly empty, which is unusual considering the number of people here at the cultural festival, and Kuroo locks himself in the last cubicle, unzipping his pants quickly. His cock has started to swell in his underwear and Kuroo pulls it out, stroking himself with a low sigh. He closes his eyes and thinks of Daichi's hands on him, cupping Kuroo's length, or even his thighs, letting Kuroo thrust his cock against the bare strip of skin Kuroo might find between his stockings and underwear. He wonders if Daichi is wearing his usual underwear or if he had donned something pretty and frilly to match the dress and Kuroo shudders at the thought of finding delicate panties under Daichi's skirt, bulging with Daichi's cock. He tightens his grip on himself, thrusting into the closed circle of his hand with a bitten back gasp.

Engrossed in his thoughts, Kuroo almost misses the knocking on the cubicle door and he inhales sharply when he finally hears it, biting the inside of his mouth desperately.

"Kuroo," Daichi's voice says from the other side of the door, "I know you're in there. Open up."

Kuroo unlocks the door quickly, shuffling back into the narrow space to let Daichi in, poofy skirts and all. Daichi leans against the door after he locks it behind him, his eyes darting to Kuroo's cock hanging out in the open and to the frenzied look on his face.

Kuroo blushes. "Was I being too loud?"

"You were being too obvious," Daichi mutters, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. "Running out of the classroom like that after burning a hole through my back the entire time."

"I couldn't help it," Kuroo says, taking a step towards Daichi and then another, backing Daichi against the door. "You look so pretty like this."

Daichi snorts derisively. "No, I look like a boy in a dress. There must be something wrong with your eyes. And your cock." He eyes the stiff length of Kuroo's cock pressing into the folds of his skirt.

Kuroo touches Daichi's stocking-clad thigh, running his hand up the smooth material until he finds the strip of bare skin he had fantasied about. Daichi's breath hitches in his throat as Kuroo slides a hand between his thighs, thrusting it against the soft skin there.

"No, I'm definitely right here," Kuroo murmurs, moving his hand up between Daichi's legs and finding the boxy shape of his usual underwear instead of the delicate panties he was hoping for. He traces the shape of Daichi's cock through his underwear then slips his hand between Daichi's legs until he can press against Daichi's hole with a finger, pushing the tip in ever so slightly.

Daichi grabs Kuroo's arm and Kuroo stills, looking questioningly at him.

"We can't do that now," Daichi mumbles, his cheeks pink.

"Why not?"

"This dress is on loan. The drama club probably wants it back after this."

"I'm not even going to ask why your drama club has so many maid outfits. But I won't dirty it. Promise." Kuroo fumbles in his back pocket for his wallet, pulling out a row of condoms and a lube packet from it with a flourish.

"Were you hoping for something to happen today?" Daichi raises an eyebrow at him.

"A lot of things," Kuroo tells him. "I was going to meet you today and that's always a good start."

Kuroo lifts Daichi away from the door and pushes him back against a more solid wall, pulling the layers of his skirt up and holding it to his chest. His other hand goes to the waistband of Daichi's underwear, tugging it down until it hangs loosely around his knees. The breath in Kuroo's throat stops as he stares at all the exposed skin above Daichi's stockings, his thighs spilling out of the tops of his stockings and his cock hanging heavy between his legs.

A hand touches Kuroo's chin, closing his mouth with a click, and Daichi reaches for the condoms with his free hand, exasperated. Kuroo barely registers the sound of ripping foil until Daichi rolls the condom along Kuroo's length before doing the same for himself with a second condom. Then Daichi loops his arms around Kuroo's neck, bringing him close to whisper into his ear, "So? What were you thinking about when you were jerking off just now?"

The air in Kuroo's lungs hasn't returned but he still manages to squeeze out a breathless answer, "So many things. All about you, of course."

"What about me?"

"Your hands, your thighs. I was hoping that you were wearing sexy underwear under all these frills."

Daichi laughs. "Sorry, but it's boring underwear. I don't own sexy underwear."

"That can change," Kuroo muses. "But for now going bare will work."

Kuroo rips the lube packet quickly. The lube pools in his palm and he slicks his cock up in record time before leaning forward and fitting his cock between Daichi's thighs. "Close your legs."

Daichi puts his legs together, clamping down on Kuroo's cock. It is slick enough for him to thrust into the tight gap between Daichi's thighs easily and Kuroo bucks his hips forward experimentally, groaning at the sweet friction against his heated skin.

He reaches behind Daichi, his fingers sliding down between his asscheeks, wet with the remaining lube, and Daichi shudders as Kuroo teases his hole with a finger then two, stretching him all at once as he pushes both of them in. Daichi's hands dig into Kuroo's biceps, holding on tight as Kuroo thrusts against him in earnest, pinning him against the wall.

Daichi closes his teeth around the lean muscle in Kuroo's shoulder, moaning into his shirt as Kuroo fingers him, pushing against his prostate as Kuroo slams into him from the front. His cock rubs up against Kuroo's stomach with every thrust and his thighs shudder slick around Kuroo's cock, barely keeping Daichi standing.

Kuroo could come like this, his cock already leaking between Daichi's thighs, but he wants more. He shoves Daichi's legs apart, his fingers digging into the back of his thighs as he heaves him up against the wall with a grunt and stumbles forward between Daichi's spread legs. Kuroo is probably leaving stains on the back of his white stockings in the exact shape of his hands, but Daichi doesn't protest the new position, hanging on tight to Kuroo's shoulders as Kuroo brings the tip of his cock to his hole.

His breathing comes harshly in Kuroo's ear, hitching in a whine as Kuroo pushes into him, the first thrust slow, the both of them straining to hold back sound and movement alike. When Kuroo finally fits all of him in Daichi, it feels so good that he thinks he might come there and then even without having to move.

Daichi cradles the back of Kuroo's neck, his lips against Kuroo's ear as he pants out, "Move."

And Kuroo does, pulling out and slamming back into Daichi so abruptly it makes the both of them moan out loud. Hands cup Kuroo's face and Daichi kisses him hard, muffling the sounds coming from both of them the best he can, even though Kuroo is sure that anyone walking into the toilet would hear the wet, slick sounds of Kuroo's cock in Daichi's ass and figure them out.

Kuroo bucks his hips forward, reaching deep, and Daichi tightens up around him, a full-body shudder travelling through him. His mouth slips off Kuroo's and the moan Kuroo drags out from him echoes in the enclosed space around them, sounding far too lewd for a school toilet. The heat that had been building up in Kuroo's cock reaches its peak and he comes, all the strength in his body sapped.

Kuroo's legs give way under him and they go down in a flurry of skirts, Kuroo's ass meeting the floor with a hard thump. Daichi lands on Kuroo with Kuroo's cock still buried in him and he flinches at the jarring impact, his hands digging into Kuroo's shoulders as he struggles to push himself up to his knees.

"Kuroo," Daichi groans, his voice hopelessly strained as he tugs at his skirt and reaches for his cock, still throbbing hard and yet to come.

Kuroo pins his skirt to his chest with a hand again, wrapping his other hand around Daichi's cock to help him. It only takes a few more quick strokes to push Daichi over the edge and Kuroo watches Daichi's face as he comes, his brown eyes glazing over before they slide shut and the muscles in his throat working as he tries to hold back his voice.

Kuroo holds him close, encircling Daichi's waist with his arms and admiring how soft the whole dress feels. Thankfully, the floor of their cubicle is dry—although Kuroo doesn't even want to think about how many germs there are on the toilet floor—and Kuroo looks Daichi over, assessing how well he had managed to keep his promise of not ruining his maid outfit on loan.

On the outside, the skirts of the dress and apron are crumpled, the bow at the back of Daichi's waist ragged from being shoved up against the wall repeatedly. The inside of Daichi's thighs are slick with lube, which had rubbed off on the inside of his skirts. The tops of his stockings are soaked through and stained, a rip showing clearly where Kuroo had been a bit too rough with it. Overall, Daichi is going to kill him and Kuroo hugs him tight, savouring the moment as he prepares himself for the inevitable.

"I need to get back for the rest of my shift," Daichi sighs into Kuroo's ear, lifting himself off Kuroo with a shudder. He winces as he glances down at himself then looks up at Kuroo, a wry smile touching the corners of his lips. "Don't look at me like that. I pretty much expected this the moment I followed you in here." He lifts the edge of a crumpled skirt. "Actually, I expected worse."

Kuroo lets out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Still, we can't have you showing up at the classroom looking like this."


Daichi looks normal, almost fresh, when Kuroo waltzes into the classroom five minutes after him. Between the both of them, they had managed to neaten up his maid outfit the best they could. They had straightened out his skirts with a lot of strategic tugging and Kuroo had retied the ribbon into a big poofy bow at his back. Nobody had to know about any stains on the inside of his skirts or his stockings as long as Daichi doesn't go flashing everyone in the vicinity.

Kuroo slides into his seat at the Nekoma table with a big smile for everyone, reaching for the melted down iced coffee someone had ordered for him.

"Oh, for god's sake," Yaku mutters as soon as he catches sight of Kuroo. "Kai, give him your jacket."

"What?" Kuroo asks absently, still floating high on post-coital bliss.

"There's lipstick all over your shirt," Yaku tells him, in a quieter voice than the one he would use if it was just Kuroo's reputation at stake. "Try to make it a little less obvious that you just fucked Sawamura in the toilet, won't you?"

Kuroo looks down and sure enough, there is a bright red mark in the shape of Daichi's lips bleeding into his shirt, right where Daichi had bitten his shoulder trying to muffle his moans. Across the room, Daichi doesn't meet his eyes but he must have seen it upon Kuroo's entry into the classroom and his ears burn just as bright red as the lipstick he has on.

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In what has to be the most cliche move of the twenty-first century, Kuroo is trying to make Daichi lose his cool by giving his popsicle the best blowjob of its short, melty life.

That is fine. Daichi just won't look because Kuroo can't make him look when he is all the way across from him, sheltered in the awning of the gym entrance, while Daichi is sitting on a sunny patch of grass on the hill. The rest of the guys are gathered in a loose circle away from them, watching Nishinoya chomp through a ridiculous number of popsicles, coming away as the clear winner of the impromptu eating contest they had started over there. Anyone could turn away at any minute and Kuroo would have to stop then.

Daichi unwraps his own popsicle, sighing blissfully as he eats it in this sweltering weather. He looks back up and Kuroo smirks at him, twirling his popsicle obscenely in his mouth and pulling it out with a pop sound Daichi swears he hears from all the way over here. Heat tingles in his cheeks and Daichi remembers to look away, dropping his gaze to his legs and not the popsicle-sucker directly across from him.

"Daichi," Kuroo moans as he licks a trail up Daichi's stomach, his hair tickling the inside of Daichi's thighs as he slides back down, his eyes smouldering as he holds Daichi's gaze with his and, so very slowly, deliberately, engulfs Daichi's cock with his mouth.

Daichi clamps his legs together, banishing last night's memory of Kuroo from his mind. His teeth crunch into his popsicle but he barely feels the cold stinging his teeth when his face is this hot. He can't believe the Kuroo of last night and today are tag-teaming him right now in the middle of the day when practice starts again in fifteen minutes and Daichi can't afford any distractions when they are up against Nekoma next. He just won't look in Kuroo's direction for the next fifteen minutes if he can help it.

The commotion to the side starts to break apart and Daichi sighs in relief, glancing up at Kuroo before he remembers not to. Kuroo's popsicle is half-gone after his enthusiastic blowing of it but there is still enough of it for Kuroo to work with and he rolls his tongue over the melting blob before popping it into his mouth, his lashes fluttering as it passes his lips and his gaze intent as he locks eyes with Daichi. A melted drip trickles down Kuroo's hand and Kuroo chases it down his forearm with his lips, licking it up with his tongue and leaving a wet streak against his skin, all while maintaining eye contact with Daichi.

The blood roars in Daichi's ears, pooling low in his groin, and he barely registers the movement beside him as the Karasuno team comes flocking back to him.

"Nishinoya beat the others so Karasuno gets to use the showers first after practice," Suga says, settling down smugly beside him. "Oh, gross. Daichi, your ice-cream is all melted."

Daichi looks at his hand blankly. His popsicle is gone and there is slush slipping down his arm in cold, sticky trails. When he looks across from him, the others from Nekoma are gathered around the gym entrance but Kuroo is nowhere in sight.

"I'm going to go wash this off," Daichi says numbly, standing up and taking off down the hill, his shorts uncomfortably tight around the groin.

Daichi weaves around the gym building, headed for the water fountains, and he clutches his popsicle stick so hard it starts to bend in his hand. Damn Kuroo and his mouth. Daichi had been looking forward to eating his popsicle normally, instead of letting it melt all over his hand while he was watching Kuroo blow his off. He slaps a hand over his cheek, trying to cool off his heated skin when an arm grabs him around the waist and pulls him into the shadowy niche of a back door.

"I was wondering how long you'd take to come this way," Kuroo murmurs in his ear and Daichi's back meets the door, Kuroo's hands already tugging his shorts down.

"You!" Daichi hisses, the broken popsicle stick dropping from his hand as he pushes Kuroo's hands away from his sensitive groin.

"Oops, guess you didn't get to eat any of that." Kuroo follows the stick's descent to the floor with his eyes, looking decidedly unapologetic. He eases Daichi's cock out of his shorts and drops to his knees, stroking his half-hard length with his fingers. Then he blows cool air across Daichi's heated skin, smirking as Daichi shivers.

"And whose fault is that?" Daichi grits out, tugging at Kuroo's hair with both hands, getting melted popsicle in his wayward spikes because it is what he deserves.

"Mine," Kuroo says, looking up at Daichi on his knees, his eyes gleaming bright in the shadows as he brings his lips to Daichi's cock. "But I'll make it up to you right now."

They only have ten minutes until practice resumes and everyone else starts looking for them so Kuroo wastes no time in swallowing Daichi whole, the head of Daichi's cock sliding deep towards Kuroo's throat. Kuroo's mouth presses in tight around his cock, his throat working around his head as he gives Daichi the same treatment he had given his popsicle. His hands dig in roughly into Daichi's thighs, pinning him against the door as he bobs his head up and down hungrily, dragging an orgasm out of Daichi by force.

It all happens too fast between Kuroo's suggestive popsicle-eating under the sun and him deep-throating Daichi in a shadowy niche in the back of the gym and Daichi finds himself coming into Kuroo's mouth too soon, his body shaking under Kuroo's touch. Kuroo drinks him down with no hesitation, licking his lips as he pulls away from Daichi's cock.

"You're awful," Daichi pants, his legs giving way under him when Kuroo lets him go.

"You mispronounced 'great at giving head'," Kuroo says smugly.

"I know what I said." Daichi wipes his face, grimacing when he realises he just smeared melted popsicle on his face.

Kuroo stands, their positions suddenly reversed as Daichi finds himself looking up at Kuroo, still sprawled out on the ground as he is. There is an obvious bulge in the front of Kuroo's shorts, tenting the red fabric dangerously close to Daichi's face. Kuroo braces a hand against the locked door, boxing Daichi into the narrow space, and he tugs the waistband of his shorts and underwear down, his cock springing free of its confines. It is flushed red and erect, long just like every other part of Kuroo, and Kuroo wraps his fingers around it, his eyes alight with desire.

"Daichi," Kuroo says, his smirk too sharp and his voice too saccharine sweet as he brings his cock to Daichi's mouth, the tip barely brushing against his lips. This close, Daichi can feel the heat emanating from him and he looks back up at Kuroo squarely, refusing to back down. "You didn't get to eat your popsicle just now so how about I give you something better?"

"It's not the same," Daichi tells him, his lips tingling as they brush Kuroo's cock. "You still owe me a popsicle. An actual one."

But there are still five minutes until practice starts so Daichi opens his mouth anyway to let Kuroo slide his cock past his lips.

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There are few things in life that Kuroo would willingly get on his knees for and on the top of that very short list, Daichi stands above them all.

Kuroo has his face buried between Daichi's thighs, biting the very edge of the lacy panties Daichi has on and moaning as he looks up at Daichi again. Tonight, Daichi has on a full matching ensemble—a sheer black babydoll nightdress cut low on his ample chest, a pair of black lace panties decorated on both sides with satin ribbons, and thigh-high stockings that fit snugly around his well-muscled legs.

It had taken Kuroo forever to convince Daichi to put it on the first time he bought it and he had to go down on his knees more than once before Daichi would listen to him when he said Daichi would look beautiful in it. He knows how Daichi feels about his body, his stomach soft around the middle, his thighs thick and his body solidly built instead of stretching long and lean like Kuroo's. The nightdress and stockings and everything would look awful on him, he had said, even though he couldn't stop stroking the silk material in fascination.

Kuroo loves everything about Daichi and he wants him to know it, telling him how beautiful he is when he kisses his way up his stomach or licks the sensitive stretch of skin between his thighs. He wouldn't force Daichi to wear it if he didn't want to but he had it tucked away at the back of their drawer as a suggestion.

Daichi had tried on the stockings one night, liking the way it felt against his legs as much as Kuroo liked mouthing at his skin through the sheer silk. Then he had tried on the panties, which Kuroo had accidentally ripped in his sheer enthusiasm and had to replace, then the babydoll nightdress, which had Kuroo touching him all over, slow and reverent, until Daichi had come without Kuroo even entering him.

Tonight, Daichi is finally wearing the whole ensemble and Kuroo thinks he might have fainted the moment he saw Daichi in it, waiting for him on their bed. The silk of the nightdress is sheer enough that Kuroo can see his skin through it, his nipples dusky under the material and peeking out from beneath the satin ribbon at his cleavage. The silk parts in the middle from the ribbon like a curtain, revealing a smooth expanse of skin all the way down to the dark trail leading into his panties. With his legs parted, his cock shows as a bulge beneath the delicate material, which Daichi rubs at invitingly with a hand, making all reason fly out of Kuroo's head. The hem of the nightdress flows over his thighs, a stretch of deliciously bared skin bridging the gap between it and the sheer black thigh-high stockings he has on.

The colour blooms deep on Daichi's cheeks as Kuroo stares at all of him hungrily and Daichi lies back on the bed, his fingers dipping between his legs.

"Tetsu," Daichi calls for him as he touches himself, a hand skimming up his chest and under the nightdress, which is more than enough of a invitation for Kuroo to get moving.

He doesn't know what he wants to put his mouth on first and he reaches the edge of the bed, his hand clamping around Daichi's ankle and pulling him towards him. Daichi slides easily towards him, clad almost entirely in smooth silk, and Kuroo positions him by the edge of the bed as he drops to his knees.

"Daichi," Kuroo breathes out against the bend of his knee, his hand caressing his ankle. "Daichi, I don't know what to do with you. You look amazing."

Daichi sits up, running his hand through Kuroo's hair lovingly, his eyes bright with awe at Kuroo's reaction. "What did you have in mind when you first bought all of this?"

"I don't know. I can't remember," Kuroo says, biting at the soft, supple flesh of Daichi's thigh just above his knee, his teeth closing around skin and silk.

Daichi moves his foot between Kuroo's legs, rubbing it against the bulge there, and Kuroo moans into his thigh, moving his lips higher and higher until he brushes against bare skin. He looks up at Daichi again, who watches him with the same exhilaration, full of wonder and surprise at Kuroo's reaction. He really hadn't believed that he would look good in the whole ensemble and Kuroo is determined to prove him wrong. Did Daichi even look at himself in the mirror when he was putting everything on? Did he feel his beautiful body under his hands, the silk only accentuating everything already had? Kuroo wants him to know.

Kuroo leans in between his legs and mouths at the bulge in Daichi's panties, moving his lips along the shape of Daichi's length and sucking at him until the fabric turns damp between them. There are just so many things he wants to do with Daichi and he can't decide what he wants to do first, whether he wants to use his hands or his mouth, to touch him gently or roughly. Daichi is pliant before him, breathing hard as Kuroo stimulates his cock with his mouth, his fingers tangling in Kuroo's hair and his foot still grazing Kuroo's bulge. Kuroo wants to make him feel good after all the courage it took for him to put on the whole ensemble Kuroo bought for him. He wants to show him how much he wants him.

Kuroo takes Daichi in his mouth, teasing the hot skin under the lace and pressing his tongue flat to the underside of his cock. His fingers dig into Daichi's thighs, spreading them wide so that Kuroo can get even closer to him. Daichi groans, his fingers tightening in Kuroo's hair, and Kuroo moans around him, encouraging him to come. There is a sharp tug on his hair and then a wetness soaks into the front of Daichi's panties, showing dark against the black lace. Kuroo laves at the trickles that leak out of the edges, licking the sensitive strip of skin between Daichi's thighs and groin.

The design of the panties means that the fabric covering Daichi gets narrower at the back and Kuroo leans Daichi back so that he can tug aside the narrow strip of fabric and press the tip of his tongue into Daichi's puckered hole. Daichi jolts at the unexpected touch and his face burns bright red as he realises what Kuroo wants to do to him. But in this position, Kuroo doesn't have the freedom to do that so he looks up pleadingly at Daichi, his heart skipping a beat at the heated arousal in Daichi's eyes.

"Daichi, baby," Kuroo murmurs, his voice low and liquid as honey as he reaches up to cup Daichi's cheek. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees for me?"

Daichi flushes an even darker red but he does as he is told, scooting backwards on the bed and turning over, kneeling on the sheets with his ass facing Kuroo. The thin strip of fabric at the back barely covers anything but the nightdress makes up for it, the thin silk spilling over the top of Daichi's ass, moulding to his skin and shrouding it in sheer black.

Kuroo pulls off his shirt in a quick motion and shucks off his pants before climbing onto the bed and kneeling behind Daichi. He leans over Daichi's back and kisses the back of his neck, sliding a hand up over his stomach to stroke the silk material of the nightdress. His fingers find Daichi's nipple under there and he rubs a slow circle around the nub, feeling it stiffen under his touch.

Daichi shivers under him, bracing himself well under Kuroo's weight, and Kuroo kisses a line down his back, following the curve of his spine down to his ass. Then Kuroo runs his thumb down into the cleft of his ass, tugging aside the narrow strip of fabric covering his hole. Using both hands, he spreads Daichi's asscheeks apart, licking his lips at the sight before he puts his tongue to the Daichi's entrance.

Kuroo hasn't done this much for Daichi before and Daichi comes undone all too easily, writhing against the sheets as Kuroo works at him with his tongue and mouth. Daichi's knees slide against the bed and Kuroo catches him by the thighs, holding him in place as he pushes his tongue in as deep as he can with only his saliva to help him along. When he pulls back, Daichi whines low into the sheets, wiggling his hips for Kuroo, and Kuroo smiles, pressing a kiss to his rounded ass as he reaches for the lube on the bed.

After using his tongue on him, Daichi is relaxed enough to take two fingers at once, twitching around Kuroo's fingers as Kuroo slicks him up. He trembles as Kuroo massages his fingers inside him, searching for his prostate and stimulating it with slow, careful strokes of his fingers. Daichi arches beautifully under Kuroo, the folds of the nightdress spilling down to the bed from his body like a silk waterfall, slipping away inch by inch to reveal his skin as he dips lower and lower.

"Tetsu," Daichi moans, clenching around Kuroo's fingers, trying to grind himself back on them. "Put it in already."

Kuroo's cock throbs at the wanting tone in Daichi's voice and he obliges him, pulling down his underwear and letting his cock spring free. But he can't help but tease for just a quick second first, lowering his mouth to the perfect curve of Daichi's ass and biting down hard enough to leave visible teethmarks on his supple flesh, which draws a surprised squeak out from Daichi.

Grinning, Kuroo lines his hips up with Daichi's, shifting the thin strip of fabric aside and pressing his cock to Daichi's waiting entrance. He wastes no time in pushing it in, placing his hands on Daichi's hips as he sinks into him with a groan. It feels too good and Kuroo forces himself to keep his thrusts shallow, letting Daichi feel his cock inside him before he starts moving harder and faster.

Daichi's fingers tug desperately at the sheets, trying to hang on as Kuroo slams into him with none of the previous gentleness he had. With every thrust, Daichi bucks his hips against him, moving back to meet Kuroo as Kuroo snaps his hips forward. The rough pace set between them makes the lube leak out of Daichi's hole, a thin streak dripping down his thigh and soaking the top of his stocking. Kuroo traces the trail with his eyes hungrily, the blood pounding in his cock and wanting more of Daichi. He leans over and wraps his arms around Daichi's waist, lifting him up and into his lap.

Daichi lets out an aching cry as Kuroo sits him on his cock, his weight driving Kuroo's length deep into him. He squirms on Kuroo's lap, trying to get comfortable in this sudden new position, and Kuroo bucks into him from underneath, pulling out startled moans deep from Daichi's throat. It is easier for him to reach Daichi's front in this position and Kuroo gropes Daichi's chest through the silk of his nightdress, making Daichi bite back a whine. Kuroo splays his other hand on Daichi's stomach, holding on desperately as he reaches his peak, and he hears Daichi echo his moans as he rolls his hips back, arching against Kuroo's chest and holding Kuroo's hand over his stomach.

It is unbearably warm in Daichi and Kuroo mouths at Daichi's shoulder desperately as he spills into him, groaning at the pleasure coursing through him. In the mindless haze of bliss, Kuroo finds himself stroking Daichi's chest, playing absently with the ribbon at the V of his neckline. The nightdress is unbelievably smooth under his hands and Kuroo follows the folds of silk down to Daichi's hips, carrying on to his thighs. He runs a finger along the line where Daichi's skin meets stocking and Daichi shivers against him. Between Daichi's legs, his bulge swells under the damp lace and Kuroo moves his hand there, caressing it with the back of his hand as he starts thinking again.

Kuroo wants to see more of Daichi, how gorgeous he looks in that sheer black ensemble and how he looks when he feels good. He wants Daichi to see how Kuroo looks at him with nothing but pure, unadulterated love and desire. They have all the time in the world tonight and Kuroo presses Daichi back into the sheets, bracing himself over Daichi with his arms.

"I'm not done with you yet, Daichi," Kuroo murmurs, running his eyes down the length of Daichi's body hungrily.

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The incoming crowd of people pushes Kuroo right into Daichi and Daichi holds Kuroo by the shoulders to steady him, trying not to mind the way Kuroo's hips knock into his, his groin pressing up against Daichi's as the train fills up with people.

"Sorry, Sawamura," Kuroo murmurs, his eyes apologetic over his face mask.

Kuroo is trapped in place by the unyielding crowd at his back and he presses his hands to the train door on either side of Daichi to brace himself, boxing Daichi in against the metal and glass surface. While Daichi is glad that he isn't inside the throng of people swaying in the train, this means that Kuroo has Daichi pinned flat to the train door, his groin pushing into Daichi's with every little movement and nothing either of them can do about it.

"It's okay." Daichi drops his hands from Kuroo's shoulders, turning his eyes away from Kuroo in embarrassment as the train starts moving.

He can feel Kuroo way too clearly through the double layers of his pants and Kuroo's jeans, pushing against Daichi's groin, right where Daichi's cock is. It is unintentionally stimulating, the way Kuroo's hips knock into his with the rhythm of the train, rubbing up against him without meaning to and coaxing heat into the place where Kuroo's groin touches.

Daichi backs up against the train door but there isn't anywhere to go with the door at his back and he flushes as he feels his cock stiffen in his pants, reacting to the accidental stimulation. He holds his breath, staying as still as possible and hoping that Kuroo doesn't notice.

But of course, Kuroo notices when he is pressed this close to Daichi and he glances down between them then back up at Sawamura, his eyes unreadable above his mask.

"Sorry," Daichi mumbles out, gritting his teeth as Kuroo keeps moving against him and the heat in his cock keeps building. He can't meet Kuroo's eyes and he stares unseeingly into the crowd, trying to think unsexy thoughts to defuse the situation in his pants.

Kuroo's hips jerk forward again as the train moves, only this time Daichi knows that it is on purpose. Kuroo doesn't move away and his eyes are fixed on Daichi when Daichi glances at him, startled. Kuroo is hard in his jeans too, his bulge hot against the heat in Daichi's pants, and Daichi shivers at the look in his eyes, arousal and interest in their hazel depths. Kuroo shifts his hips minutely, subtle enough not to attract the attention of the other passengers in the train, and Daichi bites his bottom lip as Kuroo grinds a slow circle against the heat in his groin.

"Kuroo," Daichi whispers, his voice light and airy, not sounding like him at all. He grabs Kuroo's shoulder, thinking of putting some distance between them and keeping Kuroo away from the sensitive spot between his legs but there really isn't anywhere Kuroo or him can go in a crowded train.

Kuroo knows this and he has the advantage of his face mask which means he doesn't have to control his expressions like Daichi does as he grinds slow, teasing circles against Daichi, getting him hotter and harder in his pants. The train shakes and Kuroo leans forward, taking up more of Daichi's space than he already had, his chest brushing against Daichi's and his hands dropping to Daichi's hips, blocked by the press of people around them.

"Sawamura," Kuroo breathes into his ear and Daichi flushes a bright red as Kuroo starts grinding against him in earnest, his hands moving to Daichi's ass and keeping him angled perfectly for their groins to align.

Daichi is going to get him for this later but for now he can't help but bury his face in Kuroo's shoulder and hope that no one catches on to what they are doing in the crowded train. The train rattles to a stop and the both of them pause for a moment as the bodies around them shift, some leaving and some entering, changing the way the crowd is packed against them. Kuroo jerks forward as someone bumps into him, pressing his chest flat to Daichi, and Daichi inhales sharply into Kuroo's shirt, not even attempting to look up in case he meets someone's eyes and makes things even more awkward then it already is.

Then the train starts moving again and Kuroo rocks his hips against Daichi, breathing hard into his mask. Daichi can see tinges of pink on his cheeks where his mask doesn't quite cover them and Kuroo's cock feels hot and hard against him, the shape vaguely discernible against the front of his jeans. It rubs up against Daichi roughly, their movements limited in the tight space of the crowded train, but it feels good in a way Daichi might appreciate if they weren't about to come in their pants in the presence of the unsuspecting public.

Daichi grips Kuroo's shirt tightly, hanging on as Kuroo bucks into him. He doesn't dare look up at all and he blinks down at Kuroo's chest, his eyes dazedly focusing onto the strip of skin between his tank top and his flannel shirt. Daichi slips his fingers into the gap, sliding them under Kuroo's tank top, and his thumb brushes a bare nipple, making Kuroo shudder in surprise. Kuroo looks down at him, his eyes narrowing in a warning, but Daichi ignores it, taking his revenge where he can and rubbing his thumb against Kuroo's nipple.

Kuroo almost moans and Daichi can feel the trapped sound vibrate in his chest. Kuroo's cheeks flush red as Daichi prods at his nipple teasingly, the nub stiffening under Daichi's thumb. In retaliation, Kuroo leans forward, squashing Daichi right against the door and trapping Daichi's hand between their chests, grinding into Daichi with such a renewed vigour that Daichi is scared that the other passengers will notice.

He looks up at Kuroo, locking eyes with him, and it is in that confused mix of emotions that Daichi comes with a stifled cry, muffling his mouth desperately into Kuroo's shirt as he soaks through his underwear and into the front of his pants. Kuroo's body stiffens against his and his hazel eyes squeeze shut, his lashes fluttering against his skin as he follows Daichi into it.

Kuroo rests his chin on Daichi's shoulder, his body slumping against Daichi with only the door to hold the both of them up. Then the train rattles to a stop again and in the dazed haze that surrounds the both of them, Daichi realises that this is their stop. He hits Kuroo on the shoulder to catch his attention and Kuroo's eyes widen at the screen above Daichi's head, pulling Daichi away from the door and squeezing through to the other side with his hand locked tight around Daichi's forearm.

They burst onto the platform just as the door slams shut behind them, narrowly missing Daichi by a hair. Out in the open, Daichi squirms at the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants and his face heats up as he suddenly realises that anyone looking at him would be able to see the dark spot at the front of his pants and draw their own conclusions about what he had been doing in the train.

Kuroo hugs him around the waist abruptly and Daichi jumps, about to push him away when he realises that Kuroo had taken off his flannel shirt and is tying the sleeves around Daichi's waist, tugging the shirt into place until it covers Daichi's groin. Then Kuroo straightens up and untucks his tank top, letting its long hem cover up the front of his jeans, solving both their problems in one go.

Kuroo tugs down his face mask, his face still tinged pink as he smiles at the surprise on Daichi's face. His smile morphs into a smirk as Daichi presses his lips into a pout because it was Kuroo's damn fault for grinding up against him in the first place when Daichi was trying not to think about their situation on the train. It still feels gross in his pants but he can't do anything about it as Kuroo grabs him by the hand and they break into a run, dashing through the station to catch their next train before it leaves.

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Daichi's mouth is full, the salt-skin taste of a stranger's cock on his tongue, throbbing hot inside his mouth and sliding between his lips, going back and forth until his mouth is wet and dripping with spit. Daichi can't do a thing, not with his hands tied behind his back and his eyes bound with a blindfold, his knees pressed to the cold floor as the stranger thrusts his cock into his mouth.

Despite the rough pace the man sets, he is considerate enough not to gag Daichi on his cock for both their benefits, but he feels thick and long in Daichi's mouth, stretching Daichi's lips wide around his girth. The head of his cock pushes against the inside of Daichi's cheek and Daichi groans as the man grinds into his mouth, the heated skin feeling absolutely filthy against the saliva-slick inside of his mouth.

The man doesn't pull his hips back, his hand stroking Daichi's head wordlessly, which means it is Daichi's turn to work and Daichi does just that. He moans throatily around the man's cock like it is the best thing he has ever tasted, his tongue running along the underside of his length as he pulls his mouth off it, keeping just the head in his mouth. Precum leaks from the man's tip and Daichi laps it up, swirling his tongue around the head, licking every bit clean from his skin. Then he pushes his cock back into his mouth, taking as much of his length he can fit, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks at him.

Daichi's cock throbs in arousal between his legs and if Daichi lowers his hips enough, he can feel it press against the cold surface of the floor, the chill sparking a rush of sensation against his heated skin. The man hasn't offered Daichi anything to rub up against, the only points of contact between them both being his cock and his hand on Daichi's head. So Daichi concentrates on the cock filling up his mouth, how good and thick it feels, how it stimulating it feels when it slides against the over-sensitised nerves in his mouth, and he arches his back as the pleasure washes over him, making him tremble helplessly.

The man grabs the back of his head with both hands, which gives Daichi just enough time to brace himself before the man thrusts into his mouth and groans, holding Daichi's head in place as he snaps his hips back and forth. Drool spills over Daichi's chin as he slides in and out of his mouth, staggering the breath in his throat and making his eyes water at the reckless pace.

He can't move, his hands bound too tightly behind his back and his head held fast by the fingers in his hair. He can't see with the blindfold still tight around his eyes, which is his only regret because he kind of wants to see the face of the man when he comes, how good he feels with Daichi's mouth working an orgasm out of him. The head of his cock scrapes the roof of Daichi's mouth almost painfully, a sure sign of what is to come, and Daichi tilts his head back and closes his throat as cum flows into his mouth, salt-sweat warm against his tongue. He lets it dribble out between his lips as the man pulls his cock out, opening his mouth as he pants for air and showing the man the milky liquid coating the inside of his mouth.

"Sawamura," the man moans, his voice low and wanting, letting Daichi hear him for the first time since they started.

Daichi jolts because one, he never expected to hear his name on the lips of a stranger he had supposedly hooked up with no strings attached. Two, he knows that voice, even if he has never heard him aroused, and Daichi closes his mouth with a click, swallowing hard and accidentally ingesting the cum when he had intended to spit it out. His face burns red as he realises he just swallowed Kuroo's cum after alternating between sucking him off and letting him fuck his mouth and that he was now kneeling in front of him with his cock hard between his legs after doing all that. Suddenly, with a name to the face and a face to a blackness behind the blindfold, Daichi feels a rush of embarrassment and he squeaks as Kuroo pulls him up by the arms and pushes him flat onto a soft surface.

"So cute," Kuroo chuckles as he climbs onto Daichi, the bed dipping under his weight. His hands are gentle as he unties the length of smooth silk binding Daichi's wrists, massaging the cramped muscles in his arms. After that short service, Kuroo puts Daichi's hands together in front of him and starts tying the silk around his wrists again.

Then Kuroo sits up, his presence disappearing from the bed, and Daichi looks around blindly, trying to sense where he could be in the room. He knows that he and Kuroo are the only ones in this room but it is still disconcerting to be left alone, without any way knowing his surroundings. Plus, his thoughts are still jumbled up after learning that his mysterious stranger with a hot cock was not such a mysterious stranger after all but someone he has seen around his university campus far too much. Daichi notices the weight at the foot of the bed a second too late, startling when his legs are spread apart and his knees pushed back against his chest in one easy move.

"Can I put it in?" Kuroo asks and Daichi doesn't need to see to know where Kuroo is looking.

The embarrassment threatens to swallow him up but Daichi nods. This is what he came here for anyway and he was going to let Kuroo do it whether he knew it was him or not.

"Bare?" Kuroo asks again.

"Do you have a condom?" Daichi asks, his voice rough and husky from their previous activity.

"I'll use one," Kuroo says, sliding his hand down the underside of Daichi's thigh and cupping Daichi's erection with a palm. "Do you want me to take care of this first?"

Daichi flushes at how gently Kuroo is treating him and he turns his face to the side, pressing a burning cheek against the sheets. "No. Just fuck me. Quickly."

"I didn't know you were into bottoming," Kuroo murmurs under his breath, more to himself than Daichi. "Maybe I should have asked earlier."

The thought of Kuroo, lean, tall, and strikingly handsome Kuroo, propositioning him at school makes Daichi's cock throb and Daichi gasps as Kuroo kisses the inside of his knee, his fingers prodding at Daichi's entrance, already coated in lube. His fingers slide in and Daichi tenses up instinctively before he forces himself to relax, moving his hips encouragingly as Kuroo rubs his fingers against him. Kuroo explores him thoroughly, his fingers massaging Daichi and letting him really feel him inside him. When Kuroo brushes up against his prostate, Daichi can't help but whimper, grinding his hips down and trying to get Kuroo to touch him there again.

"So needy," Kuroo chuckles but he obliges, stimulating Daichi's prostate with his finger.

It feels good and Daichi writhes against the sheets, his hands straining at his bonds and his cock filled to bursting with tight heat. But he wants even more than that and he lets Kuroo know between stifled moans, "If you keep doing that I'm going to come."

"Do you want to come like this?" Kuroo asks, his fingers stroking Daichi's prostate so indulgently it makes Daichi tear up with pleasure behind his blindfold.

Daichi shakes his head.

"Then what do you want?"

Daichi bites his lip. "Your cock."

"Where? In your mouth again?" Kuroo's fingers brush against Daichi's lips and Daichi can't hold back the moan his touch pulls from him.

Kuroo's teasing is maddening and Daichi thinks he might actually come with nothing but his fingers if Kuroo keeps this up so he swallows his embarrassment, summoning up the courage he had when he hadn't known who Kuroo was. Daichi spreads his legs wide and raises his hips, presenting himself to Kuroo as enticingly as he knows how to as he begs, "Put your cock in my hole please."

"Sawamura," Kuroo groans with feeling, "you're so hungry for it."

His fingers pull out of him so quickly it makes Daichi gasp and then there are hands on the underside of his knees, lifting his hips and pressing his back into the sheets. Kuroo's first thrust fills Daichi up to the brim and Daichi moans achingly, the back of his head meeting the bed. Just like before, Kuroo's thrusts are relentless, stretching Daichi around his cock and slamming against his prostate without abandon. The heat in Daichi's cock pounds with Kuroo's rough pace, his tip already dripping wet, and a tremor runs through his body as the heat bursts out of him and spurts over his stomach.

Daichi cries out as Kuroo keeps fucking him through it and he tightens up around the cock in him, going limp into the sheets, his senses muddled by the intense sensations that Kuroo stimulates in him. He can't stop himself from making all kinds of noises, moans and whines and whimpers, all his self-control wrecked by overstimulation, and he raises his hands to the sheets above his head, holding on desperately.

Kuroo slams deep into him and leans over, bending Daichi over and lifting his ass clear off the bed, and Daichi shudders hard, his legs tensing up over Kuroo's shoulders. Kuroo mouths at Daichi's neck, his mouth hot and hungry against his skin, his teeth sharp as he bites down on Daichi. Kuroo's hips shudder against Daichi and he groans achingly as he comes, the heat in Daichi intensifying as he spills into the condom.

Daichi inhales sharply as Kuroo drops him to the bed and pulls out, flushing as Kuroo curls himself around Daichi and tugs Daichi close to his chest. Kuroo pants in his ear, his breath making Daichi's skin tingle and blush red as Kuroo throws an arm around Daichi's middle, obviously looking to cuddle. Daichi wonders if he should say Kuroo's name aloud, just to check his reaction and if he had intended for Daichi to find out who he was when Daichi had entered the room in the dark and was blindfolded and bound.

Kuroo tugs Daichi's face to the side but he doesn't touch the blindfold as he presses his lips to Daichi's, kissing him deeply without caring about tasting himself on him. Daichi's eyes flutter behind the blindfold and his toes curl at the unexpected kiss, a soft moan echoing from his chest. Kuroo kisses like he loves, intense but considerate of Daichi's pleasure, running his tongue thoroughly over the sensitised inside of Daichi's mouth. When he finally pulls away, Daichi's lips tingle at the loss and he startles as Kuroo bumps his lips against his ear.

"See you at school, Sawamura," Kuroo murmurs in his ear, loosening the silk knot around Daichi's wrists with deft fingers. He is gone before Daichi sits up and tugs the blindfold off his face, finding himself suddenly alone in the dark room.

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When Daichi comes to, he is resting on something lean and bony and not entirely comfortable to be resting on. But it kind of smells like Kuroo and when Daichi opens his eyes blearily, it kind of looks like Kuroo if Daichi was resting his head on his shoulder and looking sideways at him.

There is a hand in his hair, stroking the back of his head soothingly, and an arm around his waist, keeping him from toppling over and onto the seats. Daichi nuzzles Kuroo's shoulder with his face. His head feels like it is filled with cotton wool, leaving him too light-headed to think straight. By keeping Daichi on his lap, Kuroo is probably protecting Daichi from all sorts of dangers to do with his current lack of coordination.

Despite the dubious first impression Daichi had of him when they first met, Kuroo has been the best boyfriend Daichi has ever had. He is smart and funny, which often results in some unfortunate puns, sexy and cute and caring. Daichi can attest to every single one of Kuroo's good traits—but he doesn't feel up to speaking now when his stomach is churning like that.

Kuroo is talking to someone, probably one of the Nekoma or Karasuno people they had invited to this joint gathering. Daichi can't make out the words through the cotton wool fuzz in his head but he likes listening to Kuroo talk, the way his voice gets all sly when he teases or smoothens out when he gets serious. Daichi likes the way he moans too, when it is just the two of them and Kuroo wants Daichi to hear him, pouring out all the delicious sounds from his throat when Daichi touches him.

Now that Daichi is sitting on Kuroo with his legs on either side of his waist, it is a position that Daichi is familiar with. He lifts his limp hands up from where they had been resting beside him and puts them on Kuroo's chest, feeling the sharp cut of his collarbone under his shirt.

"Daichi, are you awake?" Kuroo's voice brushes against his ear, tender-soft and inquiring.

"Mmph," Daichi rubs his face against Kuroo's shoulder, his eyes too bleary to fully open.

Kuroo chuckles and squeezes him tight before resuming conversation with whoever else was still sober and awake.

One of Daichi's hands drops off Kuroo's chest, falling straight down between their bodies and brushing against the warm spot between Kuroo's legs. There is a slight break in Kuroo's voice and he shivers under Daichi, moving Daichi's hand away from that spot as he keeps talking. Daichi wants to hear more of him and he puts his hand back in that same spot, blinking his eyes open and looking down past Kuroo's chest to where his hand is.

His hand is pressed against Kuroo's crotch, the material of Kuroo's loose, stretchy pants soft against Daichi's palm. When Daichi moves his hand, he thinks he can make out the faint outline of Kuroo's cock through his pants and underwear.

"Daichi," Kuroo chides, taking Daichi's hand away from his crotch again.

Daichi needs a distraction so that he can finally reach his goal without being stopped by Kuroo so he sighs and curls up close to Kuroo, pressing their chests together. He lays still for a moment or two, letting Kuroo think that he had drifted off again, trying to stop himself from really drifting off in the blissful haze of alcohol, before he tries again. Then he moves his hand slowly, sneakily, between their bodies.

Kuroo seems engrossed in conversation, his body shaking in laughter, and Daichi slips his hand under his shirt, reaching for the elastic waistband of his pants. Despite the close proximity, he doesn't think Kuroo has caught on yet and he moves quickly, sliding his hand past the double layers of his pants and underwear to the warm spot between his legs.

Kuroo stiffens under him but he doesn't grab Daichi's hand and pull him away. Maybe he can't, not when Daichi has his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, his thumb rubbing over its tip triumphantly.

"Daichi," Kuroo hisses into his ear.

"Mm?" Daichi runs his thumb down the length of Kuroo's cock lazily. Kuroo has always been long, long limbs and long body, and here is no exception. It almost feels endless as Daichi moves his thumb down to the base of his cock and then up again to his tip.

Kuroo shivers against him and Daichi wraps his fingers around him, feeling his flesh pulsate as he strokes him.

"Daichi, what are you doing?" Kuroo whispers in his ear, his voice strained.

"You like it when I do this," Daichi mumbles against his shirt.

"But not here," Kuroo hisses back. "Daichi, the shrimp is sitting right across the table and I don't want you to be traumatising him."

"Then don't show it on your face," Daichi tells him.

"What? Don't be unreasonable—" Kuroo cuts himself off with a strangled whine as Daichi grips him tighter, forming a circle around his cock with his thumb and forefinger.

Kuroo's cock swells under his touch and Daichi covers as much of him as he can with his fingers, his palm, the inside of his wrist all moving sloppily against Kuroo's heated skin. Kuroo breathes hard in his ear and he has stopped talking, probably out of self-preservation because Daichi knows how strained his voice would sound if he tried to speak now. Daichi continues to stroke him, building up a good rhythm now, fast enough that the friction feels good against Kuroo's cock but slow enough that he doesn't catch anyone else's attention. With Daichi pressed up against Kuroo and his legs up on either side of his waist, no one has to know that he has a hand in Kuroo's pants, wrapped around his cock.

Kuroo trembles and the tip of his cock grows slick, precum sticking to Daichi's fingers as he strokes Kuroo. Then Kuroo grabs his forearm, pulling Daichi's hand out from his pants, and his voice goes funny as he tells the others at the table something. Kuroo throws Daichi's arms around his neck and stands, his legs straining under their combined weight.

"Hold on tight," Kuroo mutters to Daichi and Daichi clings onto him through the bumpy ride, Kuroo's erection pressing against him with every frantic step he takes.

Daichi hears the door slam in an enclosed space and then Kuroo deposits him onto someplace smooth and cold, the covered seat of a toilet bowl. Without Kuroo to hold him up, Daichi slumps down in his seat, blinking drowsily up at Kuroo.

Standing before him, Kuroo's pants are shoved low, his cock out and his hands stroking himself with quick, hurried motions, trying to get himself off fast before anyone knocks on the door of the single cubicle toilet. Kuroo's teeth are gritted, groans leaking from between his teeth as he pumps his cock. He catches Daichi watching him and he makes a face at him, squeezing himself tight.

"Daichi, I'm going to take you home after this because you are so drunk," Kuroo tells him. "I don't even know what you were doing with your hand in my pants with everyone around us."

"Was trying to make you feel good," Daichi slurs and sways on his seat.

Kuroo catches Daichi before he actually topples off the seat and Daichi looks up at Kuroo, taking in the flushed colour of his cheeks and the sweat running down the side of his face. Kuroo is close to coming and his cock rises against his groin, throbbing red and smeared glossy with his precum.

Daichi leans forward and licks the head of his cock.

"Daichi!" Kuroo squeaks and tries to jerk away.

But Daichi's hands are on Kuroo's ass, holding him in place as he licks his cock again, tasting Kuroo on his tongue. Daichi grabs Kuroo tightly, opening his mouth wide to take all of him in. Kuroo makes a high, surprised noise as his cock touches the back of Daichi's throat then shifts to the inside of Daichi's cheek when Daichi decides that gagging now with his stomach full of alcohol wouldn't be the best thing. He sucks at the length in his mouth, working his lips and tongue over the heated skin, his fingers digging into Kuroo's ass so that he doesn't escape.

"Daichi, Daichi." Kuroo clutches the back of Daichi's head, his fingers burying themselves in his hair. He groans, "Daichi, let go! I'm going to come."

Daichi makes a noise of assent around Kuroo's cock, flicking his eyes up to look at Kuroo as he sucks at him harder. Kuroo claps a hand around his mouth as he moans, still conscious of where they are, his cheeks flushing a deep, attractive red. His hips buck forward, pushing his cock deeper into Daichi's mouth and then he comes, filling the Daichi's mouth with the taste of him.

Daichi makes a disagreeable noise as Kuroo's cum overflows past his lips and dribbles down his chin but he coaxes every last bit out of Kuroo, determined to make Kuroo feel good. Kuroo looks and sounds like he feels good, his eyes dark and glazed as he watches Daichi work, which is all that matters to Daichi now.

"Daichi, I'm done," Kuroo tells him breathily, tugging Daichi's head away from him, his cock slipping out of Daichi's mouth as he slithers down to sit on Daichi's lap.

Daichi spits his mouthful of cum into the dustbin next to the toilet bowl and he isn't sure if it actually goes in but he can't bring himself to care. His body feels too hot, alcohol and arousal pooling in the pit of his groin and dipping all of him into a molten warmth. It feels the hottest where Kuroo touches him, his ass on Daichi's lap and his hand holding Daichi by the shoulder so that he doesn't topple off the seat.

Fingers wipe his mouth and Daichi hears the sound of running water as Kuroo leans away from him to reach the sink then comes back to clean up his chin with wet fingers. Daichi runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth absently, the taste of Kuroo still strong in his mouth, and glances up at Kuroo.

"Home." Kuroo slaps his hands against Daichi's cheeks, squishing them together as he peers into his eyes. "I'm going to take you straight home before you ask me to fuck you in the toilet or something kinky like that."

"Will you?" Daichi asks.

"No!" Kuroo says, scandalised. "I'd do it at home. But I bet you'll be fast asleep by the time we reach home."

"I won't."

"Yes, you will."

"I won't," Daichi insists as Kuroo climbs off him and lifts him off the seat, slinging his arm around his shoulder.

"Sure, whatever you say, you drunk," Kuroo tells him as he helps him out of the toilet.

Daichi passes out again before they even get back to the table.

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Sawamura grabs his chest with both hands and brings the two handfuls together, forming deep valley between them. It is definitely deep enough for Kuroo to stick a finger in there comfortably but he doesn't think anything else thicker would fit. Sawamura lets go of himself and shoots a meaningful look at Kuroo, his point proven.

"I definitely don't have enough here for whatever you have in mind," Sawamura tells him.

"Well," Kuroo reaches out and gropes Sawamura's ample chest, considering, "it's a pretty good amount anyway so why don't we just give it a try and improvise along the way?"

Sawamura looks doubtfully at him. "It's not going to be as sexy as you think it's going to be."

"It's fine. We're learning on the go," Kuroo reassures him, stroking his hair. "Move a bit closer, Sawamura."

Sawamura scoots forward on his knees, getting between Kuroo's thighs until Kuroo's cock presses against the middle of his chest, right where the valley had been just now. He looks down at Kuroo's cock hanging limply against his chest then up at him, unimpressed. "Now what?"

"You have to move, Sawamura," Kuroo informs him, closing his legs around Sawamura and resting his forearms on his shoulders.

Sawamura still looks doubtful but he cups his chest together again, cradling Kuroo's cock in the shallow valley of his cleavage and rubbing himself up against it, his face reddening as their skin slides together. "This feels so weird."

"Keep going." Kuroo pats his head encouragingly.

"Are you even going to get hard like this?" Sawamura mutters but he doesn't stop moving.

"Not with that attitude."

Sawamura fumes, pushing himself up against Kuroo's cock more firmly, verging on being painful, and Kuroo hisses just as the first stirrings of heat start to rise in his cock. His hands fly to Sawamura's shoulders, easing him away. Then he cups Sawamura's face in his hands and squeezes his cheeks together.

"Really, Sawamura, it was just starting to feel good."

Sawamura looks mutinous when Kuroo lets go of him but he braces his hands on Kuroo's thighs and starts again, glancing down at Kuroo's cock against his chest. Kuroo isn't lying and it does feel good against Sawamura's chest, even if it is going to take a longer time for his cock to fully react. But he doesn't mind, not when they have the time for once. Kuroo likes the slow buildup of heat in his cock for a change and he likes watching Sawamura move between his legs, his gaze alternating between Kuroo's cock and and a particular point on his shoulder, never quite meeting Kuroo's eyes.

Sawamura's cheek is hot when Kuroo cups it and he leans into Kuroo's touch, letting Kuroo run his thumb across his bottom lip. Kuroo's other plan if this didn't work out was to ask Sawamura to suck him off since he was already between Kuroo's legs and Kuroo slips his thumb into Sawamura's mouth, stroking the inside of his cheek as he is reminded of that. Sawamura obliges him, curling his tongue around his thumb and sucking gently at it, looking up at him with a familiar heat in his brown eyes.

Kuroo smirks, nudging Sawamura's sides with his knees, and the look in Sawamura's eyes turns questioning as he stops. Kuroo reaches down and pulls his cock up, already erect from Sawamura's efforts, resting it against Sawamura's chest so that the tip points upwards towards Sawamura's chin. Sawamura eyes the head of his cock with an unreadable expression but he just pushes himself up on his knees to accommodate the new position. Despite his earlier apprehension, Sawamura is so good to Kuroo and his various kinks and Kuroo shivers as Sawamura continues rubbing his chest against him.

Kuroo strokes Sawamura's neck with a contented sigh, peering down the length of Sawamura's body. Sawamura's legs are braced powerfully, his thighs spread as he kneels on the cold floor, the muscles in them flexing enticingly as he rubs himself against Kuroo. His cock curves away from his groin, hard even without Sawamura having to touch it, and Kuroo smirks. He wasn't sure if this was going to feel as good for Sawamura as it was for him but he now knows.

"Sawamura, do your knees hurt?" Kuroo asks him, his fingers alighting on the fluttering pulse of his throat.

Sawamura swallows, his throat rolling under Kuroo's fingers. "A bit."

"Mm, I should have asked you sooner." Kuroo knows from watching Sawamura on the volleyball court that Sawamura could go down on his knees countless times in a row without complaining but that doesn't mean it wouldn't hurt. He pats his knee. "Get up here."

"What about this?" Sawamura looks down at Kuroo's cock against his chest, the tip already leaking and leaving smears on Sawamura's chest. Sawamura smirks at it and Kuroo watches, transfixed, as he leans down to lick at the wet head of his cock slowly, thoroughly, and absolutely filthily, flicking his eyes up to look at Kuroo. "Giving up already?" More precum pumps out of Kuroo's cock and Sawamura looks down at it smugly.

Kuroo grips his chin, running his thumb over Sawamura's bottom lip and catching a drip off it. "Getting cocky about this, aren't we, Sawamura-san? Now that we know your chest is just as good for getting me off as any other part of you."

"I don't know, Kuroo-san," Sawamura muses, bringing a hand away from his chest and tracing a circle around Kuroo's tip with a finger. "Seems like you could get off to anything, given how sensitive this seems to be." He pushes a fingertip right against Kuroo's slit and Kuroo sucks in a sharp breath of air.

"I was just expressing my concern for your knees, Sawamura-san. They might get all chewed up if you keep staying on them." Kuroo grazes his foot over Sawamura's thigh then brings it to the underside of Sawamura's heavy cock, lifting it teasingly with his foot. Sawamura bites back a moan, the red in his cheeks darkening, and Kuroo smirks. "And this, of course. I thought that this seemed neglected but look at how big it is already."

Sawamura looks up at him through his lashes, his brown eyes darkening with arousal. "Are you going to do something about it then, Kuroo-san?"

Kuroo's smirk sharpens. "Of course, if you want me to." He pats his knee again. "Get up here, Sawamura."

This time, Sawamura listens to him, rising from the floor to sit snugly in Kuroo's lap. The skin on his knees are red and raw from their time on the floor and Kuroo kisses them apologetically, guiding Sawamura's legs around his waist as he returns to the more pressing issue at hand.

With their groins pressed this close to each other, Sawamura cups their cocks together with both hands, making them both moan at the heated press of skin on skin as he rubs them together within the enclosed circle of his hands. Kuroo's hand goes to the small of Sawamura's back, bracing him so that he doesn't fall off his lap, his other hand covering Sawamura's hands and rubbing his thumb over the tips of their cocks messily. His cock pulsates hotly within the warmth of Sawamura's hands and cock, his skin swelled to bursting, and Kuroo groans, clutching Sawamura closer to him.

Sawamura kisses him, open-mouthed and hungry, his whole body quivering against Kuroo as he uses his current height advantage to devour Kuroo's mouth, making Kuroo moan shamelessly into his mouth. Kuroo bucks his hips up into Sawamura's touch, urging his hands on as the heat peaks in his cock and he comes with a groan as Sawamura tightens his grip around them, his hands slick with sweat and cum. Even after that, Sawamura doesn't stop stroking them and Kuroo squirms at the overstimulation against his cock, gritting his teeth and digging his fingers into Sawamura's back, holding on to Sawamura until he comes and all movement between them stops.

Sawamura drops his hands into his lap, resting his head on Kuroo's shoulder as they both sit there, panting, trying to catch their breaths. Their hands are coated with a sticky mixture and Kuroo considers it for a quick moment before he wipes his hand off on Sawamura's chest, adding to the slick mess already streaking his skin. Sawamura jolts and he glances up at Kuroo, his mouth set in a flat line.


Kuroo hitches Sawamura up against him and turns, tossing Sawamura flat onto the bed and climbing onto him with a wide smirk. Instead of dropping down on Sawamura with his full weight, Kuroo lifts himself up on his knees and walks upwards until Sawamura's chest is right between his legs. With Sawamura watching, frozen in place under him, Kuroo lowers himself until his cock rests on the glistening mess on Sawamura's chest. Then Kuroo wraps a hand around his cock and brings it to Sawamura's nipple. Kuroo presses the tip of his cock against it, rubbing a full circle around the nub, and Sawamura's body jerks reflexively under him.

Sawamura trembles under him, his eyes wide and his face steadily getting redder. "Kuroo, what are you doing?"

Kuroo slides the length of his cock against Sawamura's nipple, his heated skin rubbing up against the stiffened nub and Sawamura's mouth opens in a startled cry, his legs squirming against the sheets. He hasn't pushed Kuroo off yet, his hands limp on the bed beside him, and Kuroo does it again, shivering at the arousal that flits over Sawamura's face.

Kuroo licks his lips and braces himself over Sawamura, his cock throbbing as it presses fully against Sawamura's nipple. "Now that we know your chest works," he says sweetly, "why don't we make full use of it?"

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There is another cat in this house, his scent on the wind that blows towards Kuroo, and Kuroo stops to peek over the wall, curious.

He is fast asleep on the porch, lying on his side and basking in the sunlight that slants in over him from outside. He is a housecat from the looks of it, a plain collar wrapped around his neck and his clothes clean and neat. The fur on his ears and tail gleams under the sun, the sunlight bringing out the warm undertones in his deep brown fur.

One of his ears twitches in sleep, his tail curling up around his hip before it goes limp, trailing down over his legs, the tip resting against the wooden surface of the porch. In the heat of summer, his clothes are thin and light, his shorts hiked up his thighs as he sleeps, his bare skin soaking up the warmth of the sun. The hem of his shirt flutters in the faint breeze that blows in from behind Kuroo, teasing Kuroo with a glimpse of his stomach.

The cat twitches again, his nose scrunching up, and Kuroo watches, mesmerised, as he rolls over to lie flat on the porch, his legs sprawled out ungainly. His shirt gets caught in the movement, twisting around his stomach and revealing a generous strip of skin. In the afternoon light, the sun glows warm on his bare legs, his stomach, his face, making Kuroo itch to poke him, just to see if it feels as good as it looks.

The cat stirs, opening his mouth slightly to taste the air, and Kuroo catches a hint of brown under his eyelids as he blinks awake, his gaze travelling over his garden before he stops at Kuroo. The breath catches in Kuroo's throat as the cat watches Kuroo as Kuroo watches him, his eyes still clouded with sleep coming out of his nap. Kuroo sees the exact moment he wakes up, his eyes widening in curiosity as he registers the cat looking back at him from the other side of the wall.


Kuroo jumps and whips around to find Kenma waiting for him, a paper bag from the store across the road in his hands.

"Let's go." Kenma glances at the wall that Kuroo had been looking over but he can't look into the house from his angle and he can't see what Kuroo sees.

Kuroo glances over the wall one last time, a shiver passing through him as he sees the cat sit up on the porch, rumpled with sleep, his brown eyes still fixed on Kuroo. But Kenma is waiting for him and Kuroo tears himself away from the wall, his heart beating fast in his chest.

As he sets off down the road at Kenma's heels, Kuroo wonders what his name is.

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Kuroo leans back in his seat, tucked away in a shadowy alcove of the club as he watches Daichi weave through the tables, keeping his professional smile on and his hips away from the hands reaching out to touch him.

Tonight, Daichi wears tiny, tiny shorts that barely cover up anything, his gloriously thick thighs bare all the way down to his knees. His calves are wrapped in glossy leather, the heels on his boots high enough to lend his hips a seductive sway but low enough that he can walk with ease. A corset pulls tight around the modest curve of his waist, cutting off just below his pectoral muscles and emphasising his ample chest. His nipples are already stiff from the cold, dark and dusky against his sun-kissed skin, and Kuroo licks his lips, aching to put his mouth on them.

As if sensing Kuroo's intentions, Daichi looks up and Kuroo catches his eye. Even in the flashing lights of the club, Kuroo sees how Daichi's eyes darken in interest, turning molten brown when he sees what he likes.

Daichi walks towards Kuroo with a sway in his hips, an inviting smile on his lips as he stops before Kuroo. "Yes?"

Kuroo tucks a bill into the waistband of his shorts and Daichi flips it over, checking the number in the corner before he obliges. He stands over Kuroo with his legs spread before he lowers himself onto his lap. Kuroo's mouth waters as Daichi's thighs flex in the dim lighting, the shorts riding even higher up his thighs and pulling tight against the bulge in his crotch.

Daichi cups Kuroo's face with his hands, catching his attention with his eyes before leaning in to kiss him on the lips. He slides his tongue against Kuroo's and lets Kuroo explore his mouth thoroughly, moaning throatily when Kuroo glides against a particularly good spot. Then he takes Kuroo's hands and places them on his chest, rolling his body in a tight, controlled wave and inviting Kuroo to slide his hands down his chest, around his waist, down his thighs, wherever he wants.

Kuroo strokes Daichi's thighs, running his thumbs along the soft skin on the inside of them, enjoying the way it makes Daichi shiver under his touch. Then he brings his hands back up to his chest, rubbing his fingers over his nipples before tweaking the stiff nubs, and Daichi moans appreciatively, arching eagerly into his touch. Daichi tilts his head back as Kuroo kisses down the side of his throat, swallowing hard as Kuroo places a line of kisses across his chest. Kuroo puts his mouth on a nipple and Daichi leans back, his hands digging into Kuroo's knees and his mouth falling open as Kuroo sucks at him, rolling his tongue over the tip of the stiffened nub.

The sounds he makes as Kuroo teases his nipple go straight down between Kuroo's legs, his cock throbbing hard as Daichi squirms against him. Daichi's hands cradle the back of Kuroo's head and he pushes Kuroo's mouth against his chest, encouraging him to keep going. Kuroo's teeth close around his nipple, biting it hard enough to feel but not hurt, and Daichi shudders around him, his moans vibrating in his chest.

Daichi hooks a leg around Kuroo's waist and pulls himself close to Kuroo, the soft curve of his ass pushing down on Kuroo's bulge as their groins meet. Kuroo groans, unable to keep his hips from jerking up at the mere contact.

"Do you want more?" Daichi asks him, his voice low and inviting, cupping Kuroo's jaw and looking at Kuroo from under his lashes.

"Yes," Kuroo says heatedly, fitting his palms under Daichi's ass and pulling him close.

Daichi smiles and pushes himself away from Kuroo, seating himself right on the very edge of his lap. "Don't touch me until I tell you to."

Kuroo swallows hard and obeys as Daichi puts Kuroo's hands on the plush surface of the seats on either side of him. Then Daichi brings his hands to the front of his shorts, cupping the bulge showing there and sighing low under his breath. He unzips his shorts, dragging the zip down teasingly slow, the folds falling away to reveal Daichi's bare flesh. He isn't wearing anything under his shorts and Daichi pulls his cock out as the zip goes lower, stroking himself until his cock stands flushed red and pretty against his stomach.

Kuroo realises that the zip goes even lower than normal, reaching all the way to the crotch before it stops short. The gap it uncovers makes it easy for Daichi to put a hand between his legs, his fingers skimming past his balls to reach the place behind. Daichi's wrist turns and his breath hitches as he rubs his fingers against his hole without entering it, his cheeks flushing red as looks up to make sure Kuroo is watching him.

Daichi raises himself up on his knees and reaches in his back pocket for a flat packet of lube, ripping it with his teeth and pouring it over his fingers. His chest rises and falls shallowly as he rubs his fingers together, coating them with lube before he brings them back between his legs. Kuroo watches, transfixed, as Daichi pushes two fingers into himself, gasping softly as he goes deeper and deeper until they fit snugly inside him. Then he crooks his fingers inside himself, his gasps getting louder and heavier until he is moaning as he stretches himself in front of Kuroo.

Kuroo bites his lip and moans at the erotic sight, aching to touch Daichi. His cock tents his pants, trapped under all that cloth when all he wants is to put it in Daichi already. Daichi seems to know this and he smirks, letting out a deliberately long moan as he pulls his fingers out and scoots forward against Kuroo. Even through his pants, Kuroo feels it clearly as Daichi grinds down against Kuroo's bulge, teasing him without really giving him what he wants.

Daichi cups Kuroo's face with his hand and kisses him again, open-mouthed and filthy, letting Kuroo thrust his tongue deep into his mouth and moaning around it. He doesn't stop working his hips over Kuroo, running his hands down Kuroo's chest, tweaking his nipples through his shirt. It is enough to make Kuroo come in his pants and he makes the most of it, his nails scratching the plush surface of the seats as he thrusts up against Daichi, trying to relieve the too tight sensation around his cock.

Daichi presses his hands against Kuroo's thighs and gets off his lap, standing up before Kuroo. His shorts hang dangerously low on his hips, covering absolutely nothing, and Daichi shucks them off easily, lifting a leg to tug them off his heels. He is bare from the waist down, clad only in a corset and boots, his cock leaking precum and lube dripping from the place between his legs. Kuroo can feels eyes on Daichi, the other patrons of the club stopping to stare as Daichi bends over and unzips Kuroo.

The front of Kuroo's underwear is damp and Daichi's lips twitch in amusement as he peels back his underwear and pulls his cock out, already full and heavy in his hands. Then he turns around and lowers himself onto Kuroo's lap again gracefully, pressing himself right against Kuroo's length. Kuroo swallows hard as Daichi reaches behind him and guides the head of Kuroo's to his entrance, taking his own sweet time with him. When the tip of Kuroo's cock finally meets the puckered skin of his hole, Kuroo wants to sob in relief and he barely stops himself from grabbing Daichi by the hips and pulling him all the way down on him.

It is soft and wet and warm inside Daichi and Daichi balances himself carefully on his knees as he sits on Kuroo's cock, moaning softly as Kuroo goes deeper in him. When all of Kuroo is in him, Daichi leans back, fitting himself snugly against Kuroo's chest and pulling Kuroo's arms around him, positioning Kuroo's hands on his chest.

"Touch me, Kuroo," Daichi murmurs, wrapping an arm around Kuroo's neck as he rocks back on Kuroo's cock with the full intention of making him come.

Without having to be told twice, Kuroo pinches his nipples, stroking and tweaking and tugging at them until Daichi is crying out wordlessly. Daichi's pace picks up, his hips growing frantic as he bounces back on Kuroo's cock, sliding it all the way out before pushing himself back on it, grinding Kuroo's cock roughly against his prostate. All attention in the club is on the both of them, all eyes drawn to Daichi on Kuroo's lap, and Kuroo feels a surge of heat pierce through his arousal. He doesn't want to let anyone see Daichi like this, the way he looks with Kuroo's cock in him or the way he falls apart when he comes.

He tugs on Daichi's arm, whispering in Daichi's ear, "Daichi, turn this way."

Daichi obeys, twisting his body around and swinging a leg over Kuroo in a move that would have impressed him if they both weren't so close to coming. Daichi whimpers at the change in position and Kuroo hugs him close, tucking Daichi's head into his shoulder and hiding him from sight. He is close and Kuroo can tell from the way his movements have become frenetic, trying to make himself come as much as he wants to make Kuroo come.

Kuroo helps him along, fingering Daichi's cock as he bucks his hips up into Daichi, groaning at the tight, slick fit around his cock. He bites the shell of Daichi's ear, startling a whine out of him, his fingers digging into Daichi's ass and holding him down on his lap as he comes. Daichi shudders as Kuroo fills him up but he doesn't stop moving his hips, desperate to reach his peak.

Kuroo groans at the overstimulation against his cock, tightening his grip on Daichi's cock and pushing Daichi's face into his shoulder as he coaxes him into coming. Daichi tenses up around Kuroo, his thighs closing around his waist, and Kuroo murmurs praises into his ear as Daichi spills into his hand.

"You're so good, Daichi." Kuroo kisses Daichi's temple as Daichi slumps against him, all spent. "So tight and gorgeous and sexy. Baby, you sure know how to work a room. You're the best."

Daichi nuzzles his face into Kuroo's shoulder, his body beautiful and aglow from sex, and he peeks out at Kuroo with hazy, contented brown eyes. "Wait for me for a moment. I have to go change then we can go."

"Of course." Kuroo kisses the top of his head and lets him go.

"Do you need to clean up?" Daichi asks as he bends over to pick up his discarded shorts, pulling them up over his hips and zipping them up. He picks up the bill Kuroo had given to him earlier from the floor and retrieves the drinks bill that had appeared on Kuroo's table sometime while they were occupied.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just wait for you here." Kuroo leans back lazily, making no move to tuck himself back into his pants.

Daichi looks at him wryly, clearing the single empty glass off Kuroo's table before heading to the back of the club.

There is movement to Kuroo's side and a sudden weight drops onto the seat next to him. Kuroo glances at the man who had so rudely invited himself to sit next to Kuroo without asking. He has slick blond hair, pulled back to reveal his shaven sides, and he isn't even looking at Kuroo despite coming all the way over here. Kuroo follows his gaze across the club to where Daichi is talking to Ukai across the bar counter and the realisation clicks.

"How did you get Daichi to have sex with you?" the blond asks tersely.

"Who are you?" Kuroo asks him back, finally zipping up his pants.

The man doesn't answer him, which Kuroo finds is pretty rude. "He never has sex with anyone here. Never. I didn't even know he gave that kind of service."

"He doesn't," Kuroo confirms. "It's in his contract. He doesn't have sex with customers."

"You're a customer."

"Yes and no. Yes, meaning I'm a customer who has to pay for drinks because Ukai won't give them to me for free. And no," Kuroo holds his left hand up to show him the simple band of silver around his ring finger, "meaning I'm Daichi's husband, not his customer, and Ukai lets us do whatever we want as long as we're not too disruptive."

"That was pretty damn fucking disruptive," the blond mutters darkly.

"You should see what we used to do in the back room." Kuroo grins at him. "Get out of here, kid. They're closing."

The blond glares at him but Kuroo doesn't have the heart to kick him when he just had his heart broken so he just waves him away.

Daichi comes back a while later in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, dressed for comfort more than fashion, his face clear of the simple makeup he wore while he was working. Around him, the club empties out, the last few patrons being chased out as the tables get cleared and the floors are swept briskly.

"You don't have to do the closing today?" Kuroo asks, standing up and walking with Daichi out of the back door and to the carpark.

Daichi chuckles. "Ukai told me to get the hell out of here and to take you with me. He said that you don't even work here anymore so he should have thrown you out the moment you started touching me."

"It's good for business. Plenty of people like to see a show."

"But they're too busy gawking to buy more drinks."

"Tell Ukai to just hit them with the most expensive stuff while they're gawking. They won't even notice what they're forking out when they're looking at you."

"Like they could look." Daichi grins at him as he ducks into the passenger seat. "You got a bit possessive at the end there, didn't you?"

"Yeah, well, you're not married to them," Kuroo defends himself, sulkily clipping his seatbelt into place.

Daichi pats his cheek, still laughing at him. "Yes, yes. So are you taking me home or for supper? I'm starving."

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"You see, this is why I told you to sit up properly instead of slouching all over the table when you study." Daichi prods at the stiffened muscles in Kuroo's shoulders and Kuroo winces.

"It was submissions week," Kuroo says. "I had no backbone then. I had nothing in my body but coffee and spite. I don't even have my eyesight anymore."

Daichi snorts, plucking the glasses off Kuroo's face. "Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach. I'm going to do something about this."

"Like a backbone transplant?" Kuroo asks but he does as he is told, stripping off his clothes obediently before lying down on Daichi's bed.

"Unfortunately, I took the last backbone so you'll have to make do with a massage," Daichi tells him, rummaging around in his drawer for a bottle of lotion before coming back to the bed.

"You're the best," Kuroo mumbles into the pillow and Daichi ruffles his hair affectionately before he swings himself up onto Kuroo, resting on his knees on the bed instead of dropping his weight onto Kuroo's back and accidentally killing his boyfriend by snapping his spine.

Daichi feels the knotted mess of Kuroo's back with his hands, his thumbs digging into hard muscle and sinew. "Where does it hurt the worst?"

"Everywhere," Kuroo moans pathetically.

"Poor kitty," Daichi chuckles, leaning over to drop a quick kiss onto Kuroo's shoulder before he reaches for the lotion.

Kuroo meows at him in his best pitiful cat impression and it dissolves into a gratified sigh as Daichi spreads the cool lotion on his back, running his hands up and down his back in slow strokes. Even without pressing down on him, Daichi can feel how tense Kuroo's muscles are and he runs his hands along Kuroo's shoulders, spreading the lotion there.

Daichi has always liked Kuroo's back, the lean, sinewy feel of it under his hands and the strong, defined lines of his muscles when he stretches and twists. Kuroo has broad shoulders, bony but sturdy, and they taper down to his slim waist in long, elegant lines, curving towards the sharp jut of his hips. Kuroo is sensitive there and he twitches as Daichi tickles his sides lightly with his fingers, making Daichi smile before he gets down to work.

Kuroo hisses as Daichi digs the heel of his palm into the knotted clump of muscles in his right shoulder, squirming as Daichi rubs the tension out of them. Daichi locates the worst knots with the sensitive pads of his fingers and attacks them individually, smoothing them out with gentle but firm strokes until Kuroo relaxes into the bed under him. He does the same for Kuroo's left shoulder and by the time he gets to Kuroo's neck, Kuroo is a puddle under him.

"Feeling better?" Daichi asks him as he presses his thumbs to the base of Kuroo's neck and strokes upwards, easing the tight muscles there.

"Mmm," Kuroo mumbles into the pillow, his eyes shut.

Daichi scoots down the length of Kuroo's body, resting his weight on Kuroo's ass as he massages his back, his palms kneading the tense muscles on either side of his spine. Kuroo's spine dips towards his lower back and Daichi is careful there, pushing himself off Kuroo's back until he can sit against the back of Kuroo's thighs. Kuroo had gone the extra mile, taking off everything including his underwear for Daichi, and his ass is bare, all tight and flat muscle with the barest bit of bounce when Daichi starts kneading it.

"Are you really massaging my butt or are you using it as an excuse to grope me?" Kuroo questions him from the pillow, raising his hips up into Daichi's touch.

"I don't need an excuse to grope you," Daichi scoffs, "and anyway, you have no butt." He smacks Kuroo's ass and the sound comes out as a dull twack. "Flat as a board."

"A really sexy board, excuse you."

Kuroo shivers when Daichi runs his hands down his thighs, his fingers kneading into muscles stiff from sitting still for long periods of time. Kuroo's legs are long, hopelessly so, and Daichi takes his time working his way down one leg and then the other, pressing his hands into flexible muscles built up from a lifetime of athletic sports. Even without wearing knee guards, Kuroo has managed to avoid serious injuries throughout his volleyball career, testament to how limber his body is.

Daichi knows that Kuroo keeps the same habits as him, waking up for early morning runs and going to the gym when his schedule allows him to, but they are built vastly differently from each other. Kuroo doesn't build muscle as well as Daichi but his lean muscles keep their shape even if he goes without exercising for an extended period of time. He doesn't store fat as well as Daichi either, which means he goes cold in winter and in particularly chilly classrooms, but he stays slim even if he eats the same amount as Daichi, his stomach enviously flat. His shoulders are broader than Daichi's and they look the best in slim-fit shirts and button-ups, but Daichi's pants are loose on his hips when he borrows them.

Daichi also knows that Kuroo is strong enough to take his full weight and Daichi sits back on Kuroo's thighs, giving his knees a break as he slaps Kuroo's back lightly. "I'm done. You'll live."

Kuroo makes a wordless noise of contentment, probably drowsing against Daichi's pillow. Daichi kneads his back gently then leans over again, pressing a kiss to Kuroo's shoulder. He likes biting the juncture between Kuroo's neck and shoulder when they have sex and likes seeing the long column of Kuroo's neck bloom with his lovebites, but he doesn't want to be eating lotion so he settles for kissing his way along Kuroo's shoulder. Daichi brushes his lips across Kuroo's skin, slightly reddened from Daichi's massage, his hands braced flat against his back as he draws a trail across Kuroo's back with light, fleeting kisses.

Kuroo turns his head, his hair mussed up against the pillow, and he opens an eye to peek lazily at Daichi. "Mmm, that feels good. Is this a special service?"

"If you want it to be," Daichi murmurs, his words humming against Kuroo's back.

Kuroo shifts under him and Daichi raises himself up on his knees to let Kuroo twist around until he lies flat on his back. Daichi has to be careful with where he puts his weight now and he settles for leaning forward again, pressing his chest against Kuroo's and raising his hips slightly to avoid squashing Kuroo's cock. Kuroo strokes the bare skin of Daichi's thighs, his fingers playing with the edges of his boxers as he looks up at Daichi through half-lidded eyes.

"Do you want to do it?" Kuroo asks, sliding his thumbs up and under Daichi's boxers.

"And risk messing up your back again?" Daichi laughs, the sound vibrating through their chests.

Kuroo smiles at him, all lazy warmth and slitted eyes as he says, "I know you'll be gentle with me."

Daichi reaches for the lotion again.

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Footsteps pass by the classroom every night, softly enough that it doesn't wake the others but loud enough that Kuroo notices and listens for them when he lays awake late at night. It is the same person every time and Kuroo has learnt to listen for the slow tread of their feet, the soles of their indoor shoes barely scraping the floor as they walk. He wonders if they can't sleep like Kuroo, too pumped up by the day's events and non-stop practice matches to shut their eyes and give themselves to a peaceful sleep. The grand dream of Nationals hangs over the heads of everyone here and Kuroo would be lying if he said he couldn't feel it pressing down on his shoulders.

The footsteps come again tonight and as they pass by his classroom, Kuroo sits up and makes a decision. If he can't sleep, he is going to bother someone else who can't sleep and maybe they could talk until morning or until one of them falls asleep.

As he peeks out of the door, he sees their back round a corner and head up the staircase, too quickly for him to tell who it is. But whoever it is, they definitely aren't going to relieve themselves in the middle of the night when there is a perfectly serviceable toilet on this level.

Habit makes Kuroo walk softly, following behind his fellow insomniac as they reach the next level, and curiosity makes him hold his tongue until he figures out what they have been up to every night. This level is deserted and the classroom that they enter is sure to be empty. Kuroo sneaks to the classroom window, peeking over the ledge as he tries to make out who it is in the dark.

The moonlight tonight is generous, illuminating Sawamura's figure as he looks around the classroom then heads into the back corner. It is hard to see him from where Kuroo is so he inches along the window until he gets a perfect view of Sawamura and whatever he is doing.

Sawamura drops a cloth bag onto the nearest desk, the same kind that most of them bring to the showers, and reaches into it, pulling out a towel. He selects a patch of floor to lay it flat on, neatening the edges before he stands back up. Then, to Kuroo's shock, Sawamura pulls his shorts and underwear down, stepping out of them with practised ease and hanging them on the back of the chair.

The moon is bright enough that Kuroo can make out the strong, muscled lines of his thighs and calves against the dark. Kuroo's head reels at the sight but he can't bring himself to look away from Sawamura's naked lower half, swallowing hard as Sawamura reaches into his bag again. The next thing that comes out of his bag is thick and phallic, in the exact shape of a cock, and Kuroo's face flushes red on Sawamura's behalf at the implication.

If Sawamura is going to do what Kuroo thinks he is going to do, Kuroo should definitely be leaving now. At this very instance. He respects people's sexual choices and preferences and he is going to leave Sawamura to do what he wants to do, but he can't seem to leave his spot right under the window, can't seem to wrap his head around the idea that the straight-laced and serious Karasuno captain would sneak off at night when every else was asleep to secretly get off in an empty classroom. And if Kuroo has the right idea of the object in Sawamura's hands, he liked doing it with something thick in his ass.

The way Sawamura drops to his knees on the towel looks practiced, almost graceful, and Kuroo should look away to give Sawamura his privacy but he can't. From this angle, he can't see Sawamura's face but there is something about him that compels Kuroo to keep watching, the fluid way he moves, his body poised with anticipation. Kuroo hadn't noticed when Sawamura had taken out something else from his bag but he notices when Sawamura pours something clear out from it, warming it up in his hands before stroking his cock.

Sawamura's cock rises as a gentle curve against his groin when Sawamura goes for the lube again and something in the pit of Kuroo's stomach stirs when he sees Sawamura coat his fingers with it. Kuroo should look away but he can't when Sawamura puts his fingers between his legs and lets out a stifled gasp that sears Kuroo's ears. The moonlight doesn't show what is happening clearly but Kuroo knows that Sawamura is fingering himself, almost as clearly as if Kuroo was doing it for him. But Sawamura doesn't do it for long, just enough to prepare himself for what comes next, and he reaches for the bottle of lube again.

The way he rubs lube onto the dildo looks downright dirty, his fingers caressing its thickness and getting it slick. Then he puts it down on the towel, the tip pointing up between his legs, and he pauses for a moment, bracing himself before he lowers himself onto it. Sawamura holds the dildo's base down against the towel as the tip enters him, his thighs trembling as the length disappears into him. There is a slick, squelching sound that fills the classroom, making Kuroo's head spin as Sawamura seats himself fully on the dildo, his chest heaving as he pants from the effort. Then Sawamura raises himself up on his knees and the heat rushes straight to Kuroo's groin as he sees the base of the dildo sticking out from between Sawamura's legs, the entire thing fitted snugly in him.

Sawamura's hand goes between his legs and Kuroo hears a soft click followed by a muffled buzzing and his knees nearly give way under him as the realisation hits him. Sawamura isn't just pleasuring himself with a dildo, he is using a vibrator, and somehow the knowledge of that, combined with his usual image of Sawamura, makes that all the more erotic. Kuroo presses a hand to his cheek the moment he thinks that, his skin burning hot everywhere. He just thought of Sawamura as erotic but it is hard not to when Sawamura is on his knees in a darkened classroom, the moonlight soaking into his skin as he takes an impressively sized vibrator up his ass.

Sawamura reaches down and adjusts the vibrator, obviously knowing where he likes it, and his hips gyrate in a slow circle in the air, testing how the vibrator feels in him when he moves. Kuroo knows when he hits a good spot because Sawamura makes a pleased noise, a shudder travelling through his whole body as shifts the vibrator a bit more before letting go of it.

His hands goes to his unattended cock, stroking himself so slowly and thoroughly that he makes Kuroo squeeze his legs together, desperately trying not to think about the growing hardness between his own legs. Sawamura exhales deeply, his head tilting back as he moves a hand up under his shirt, touching his chest. A soft moan fills the air and Kuroo sees the outline of his hand stop on one side of his chest where his nipple is. His shirt blocks his hand from view but it isn't hard to imagine what Sawamura is doing under there to his nipple, touching it in a way that must feel good for him given the way his mouth falls open and the hand stroking his cock grows erratic.

He looks gorgeous like that, the moonlight spilling over the curve of his throat and the strong lines of his thighs, his hips moving as he works himself against the vibrator, doing it all for himself and no one else in this empty classroom. The open pleasure on Sawamura's face makes Kuroo feel guilty for watching him like this. Kuroo's cock throbs in his pants but he hasn't touched it because it feels wrong to get off to Sawamura having an intimate and private moment of his own. But he can't stop watching, his body frozen solid in a half-crouch under the window, transfixed by Sawamura.

Then Sawamura leans forward, bracing himself on his forearms as he lowers his chest to the floor and raises his ass in the air, the shadow of the vibrator's base clearly visible in him. He keeps his knees spread wide, his cock bobbing under him and dripping onto the towel as he bucks his hips in the air, as if imagining someone thrusting into him from behind.

"Kuroo," Sawamura moans, his hips moving frantically and his hand going down to cup his leaking cock.

It takes Kuroo a long moment before he registers that as his name because he has never heard anyone call him like that, in a voice full of sheer desire while thrusting his hips in a way that suggests what he wants Kuroo to do to him. Was Sawamura imagining the vibrator as Kuroo's cock in him? Kuroo's cock isn't as thick as the vibrator Sawamura had taken up his ass nor does it vibrate pleasantly but it is long and willing enough to give Sawamura what he wants if he asks him for it. Kuroo grips the bulge in his pants and desperately holds back a moan. Did Sawamura even call his name or was Kuroo hallucinating it after crouching here in the dark and watching him for what feels like an eternity?

"Kuroo. Kuroo," Sawamura moans again, louder and bolder, his voice strained to a breaking point. Kuroo can see his hand curling around his cock, stroking himself desperately as he comes close to his peak.

Kuroo wants to see Sawamura's face when he comes, how he looks when he thinks of Kuroo thrusting into him and making him feel this good. He wants to know more about Sawamura, about what Sawamura thinks of him, and why he is moaning Kuroo's name while touching himself. He wants to know if Sawamura only sees him as a hot body or if it means something more when Sawamura comes crying out Kuroo's name, the towel catching the drips that fall under him.

Kuroo releases a ragged breath he hadn't known he was holding. He is going to need to run to the toilet after this, to release the tight heat gathered in his cock. He is so hard in his pants it almost hurts. Sawamura had come, judging by the way his body relaxes onto the floor, his hips stopping their frantic movement, but he doesn't make a move to take the vibrator out. Instead, Sawamura rolls onto his back, lifting his legs in the air and bending them at the knees, caressing his thighs and moaning softly, enjoying the vibrations inside him. Kuroo could watch Sawamura forever as he touches himself indulgently, running his hand down the inside of his thighs and brushing his nipples through his shirt as if pulling the last threads of pleasure out of his body.

Then Sawamura reaches between his legs and there is a soft click again as the buzzing sound of the vibrator stops. Sawamura visibly trembles as he pulls the vibrator out of him and lowers his legs to the ground. He stands, reaching for his things on the desk, his movements smooth and controlled, without any sign that he had just been on the floor, moaning in the aftershocks of pleasure less than a minute ago. He wipes down the vibrator carefully and puts it aside, his lower half still bare to the cool night air. Then he pulls another tissue out and wipes his cock, cleaning between his legs and asscheeks. Kuroo swallows hard as Sawamura tosses the used tissues into the wastepaper bin carelessly for the next unsuspecting student to clear out. The moonlight kisses his bare legs as picks up his towel off the ground, illuminating him for Kuroo as he packs up his things slowly. He puts on his underwear and shorts last, tugging them into place before he picks up his things and starts towards the classroom door.

Kuroo ducks hurriedly, inching his way away from the window and pressing himself flat into the niche of the other classroom door, praying that Sawamura doesn't come this way. Sawamura's footsteps head in the other direction and Kuroo sighs quietly in relief, waiting for him to reach the staircase. Only when Sawamura's footsteps have faded away entirely does Kuroo dare come out of his niche.

Kuroo's head spins, exploding with thoughts and heat, running on repeat what Sawamura had just been doing on the classroom floor. Kuroo doesn't have the confidence to look Sawamura in the eye tomorrow, or to look at Sawamura at all, without remembering all this in vivid detail. He has so many questions, all unformed and unresolved, and Kuroo exhales sharply, putting them all aside as he scrambles to the toilet to tackle the most pressing problem now.