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Daichi can’t believe it’s been a whole year. Somehow, it feels like he and Kuroo have been dating for mere weeks and forever all at the same time. He’s constantly surprised by Kuroo and they’re always learning new things about each other, but at the same time Kuroo is wonderfully predictable and he fits so perfectly into Daichi’s life that it’s strange to think he wasn’t always there.
Daichi wonders, sometimes, where he’d be if Suga hadn’t bullied him into confessing his feelings all that time ago. In the early weeks of the school year he’d often seen Kuroo around campus, and he’d fallen more and more for his knee-weakening smile and cheeky aura every time. And then he’d found out he was in Suga’s education classes and Suga, ever the helpful best friend, had buddied up to him in order to decide if he was worth even a second of Daichi’s time.
He’d passed Suga’s test very quickly, which only led to weeks of torment as Suga then harassed Daichi constantly about asking him out. Finally, after a threat he couldn’t ignore – if you don’t do it, I’m gonna do it for you! – Daichi had mustered up the courage to corner Kuroo and bumble his way through an awkward offer to take him out for coffee. Kuroo had laughed – oh, so you’re Sawamura, huh? Suga-chan talks a lot about you – but he’d accepted the invitation, and a few days later they’d gone out on their first date and…
And now it’s been a year. Or will be a year, in just over a week. They’ve planned a relaxed, fun weekend – a short hike they’ve both been wanting to do for some time, a museum date, a nice dinner and then a hotel room they’ve booked out for two nights so they can spend a very lazy Sunday wrapped up in each other. Daichi would be lying if he said he wasn’t ridiculously excited – they’ve both been busy with their studies recently and working extra shifts to pay for the expense, so they haven’t had the chance to see each other as much as usual. A weekend away from their normal lives is going to be the breath of fresh air they need, and Daichi knows he’s only going to fall even more in love with Kuroo over those forty-eight hours.
However, there are nine days between now and that weekend, and Daichi is staring down a deadline for an assignment he’s been putting off. He squints at his laptop screen, sighs and rests his head in his hands. Just a final proofread, double check the referencing, and we can submit. And then catch up on all the coursework I’ve ignored to get this done.
The sound of the front door distracts him for a moment, followed by Suga’s voice ringing loud through the apartment. “Dai?”
Daichi yawns, “Yeah?”
“Oh good, you’re here. I picked up the mail on my way in. You got something – want me to open it for you?”
Daichi snorts. Suga’s too curious for his own good, always wanting to know what he’s up to and what secrets he’s hiding. Every time he gets mail that isn’t something terminally boring like bills, Suga’s over his shoulder trying to stick his nose in. Daichi’s gotten used to it – they’ve known each other since middle school, after all – and sometimes lets him open his mail to sate his burning curiosity.
“Sure, go ahead. Who’s it from?”
“Return address is from somewhere in America.” There’s the sound of tearing paper, tape ripped from cardboard. “Ooh, whatever it is, it’s wrapped so pretty!”
For a moment, Daichi frowns. He’s got a few orders he’s waiting on, from various clothing retailers and book stores. None of them should be coming from overseas.
Except…
As soon as it clicks, it’s like the world moves in slow motion. Daichi hurls himself out of his chair and throws himself towards the door. He shouts, panicked, for Suga to leave it alone as he slams into the wall opposite his doorway before he can properly find his feet to race down the hallway. His heart pounds, loud and fast and hard against his ribs.
The last thing he needs is Suga opening the anniversary present he’s bought Kuroo.
He skids into the living room, where Suga’s standing with ripped paper and a discarded packing box at his feet, holding what was a ribbon-wrapped gift box in one hand and its contents with the other.
Fuck.
Suga stares wide-eyed at the scraps of crimson fabric in his hand. And then his gaze snaps to Daichi, frozen in the entryway, and his face splits into a grin.
“ Daichi! ”
“You,” Daichi hisses, jabs a finger at him, “shut the fuck up.”
“You bought Kuroo lingerie ?”
“Shut up !”
Suga laughs, full-bodied and shaking. “Don’t be embarrassed! You know Iwa-chan and Tooru-kun and I get up to all sorts of kinky shit. Lingerie is nothing. Although,” he pauses, somehow looking thoughtful even as he grins stupidly, “none of us have ever worn it before, and I can just imagine... Daichi, you might have awakened something in me.”
“Gross,” Daichi huffs. “Just give it to me.”
“But I haven’t finished looking!” Suga plops down comfortably on the couch, tucks the box beside him so he can properly pull the lingerie free from the tissue paper it’s packed in. Daichi knows he could go over and snatch it out of his hands – if he’s quick enough – but the fear of accidentally damaging it keeps him standing where he is.
“Dai, this is gorgeous ,” Suga says, untangling the straps of the upper piece and holding it up. Daichi’s face heats, and he hides in his hands as Suga gently places it back in the box and paws around for more – he can hear the crinkle of the tissue, and then a delighted gasp that only makes his blush worse – “Stockings too! You are spoiling him!”
Daichi groans. He drags his hands over his face, peeks out from behind them to see Suga pulling the stockings out of the box – sheer black thigh highs with a pretty lace pattern around the tops.
“I had no idea Kuroo was into this kind of stuff.” Suga rubs the material between his finger and thumb, smirks at Daichi. “To be honest, I thought you two were pretty vanilla.”
“Shut up,” Daichi snaps again, but there’s no heat in it anymore– the heat’s all in his face, scalding. “Just because we’re not into… whatever the fuck it is you’re into, doesn’t mean we’re vanilla.”
Suga snorts. “Hey, I’m the last person to kink shame. I just didn’t think Kuroo would be the type for lingerie. Or for you to be into it, either. But hey, whatever gets you going, right?” He winks, cackles as Daichi groans.
“You’re the worst.”
“It’s been said,” Suga concedes. “However… I hate to be the bearer of bad news, and I’m certainly not an expert on your boyfriend’s clothing size, but don’t you think this is… a little big? You might have to get it altered. Is that a thing? Can you do that with lingerie? I don’t know, but I can’t see that this is going to fit him.”
Daichi lets him ramble, biting his lip and biding his time before he’s going to have to inevitably jump in with the explanation that’s going to have Suga teasing him for the rest of his life. Suga tucks the stockings back into the box and retrieves the garter belt, and Daichi doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed anymore.
“Kuroo’s not this big around the hips, I’m sure. And he’s certainly not wide enough around the chest to fit that top piece. I suppose it’s adjustable but even then, it seems too big. You know what, you could ask Asahi, see if he could fix it up. And before you go on about him knowing about it, I can always tell him it’s mine or something. Not that he’d tell anyone anyway. You know Asahi would never…”
“It’s not for Kuroo,” Daichi blurts out.
Suga pauses, frowns. “Hmm?”
“I mean… it’s for Kuroo, obviously, but it’s not… for Kuroo…”
It takes approximately four seconds for Suga to catch on, and then –
“ Sawamura Daichi! ”
“ Shut up .”
With a delighted squeal, Suga covers his grin with both hands. “Holy shit, Dai, I can’t believe it! Your thighs in stockings and garters? Kuroo is the luckiest man alive.”
Daichi folds his arms over his chest tightly, hunches a little as he stares at the floor. “Well, I don’t actually know if he’ll like it… he…”
He trails off for a few seconds, and he can tell Suga is bursting to ask questions in the silence. But somehow he manages to hold himself together, impatiently rocking back and forth as he waits for the information to be volunteered. And, after a deep breath, Daichi volunteers.
“We… ages ago, back when we started dating, we were… talking… about things that we like… you know, turn-ons and… kinks and stuff… anyway, he mentioned that he’d always liked a woman in lingerie, and I just… I thought maybe he’d also like… me, in lingerie as well?” He sighs. “It’s stupid. I should never have bought it and just done something normal.”
“Normal is boring,” Suga scoffs. “This is gorgeous, and Kuroo is going to die when he sees you in it.”
“I’d rather he didn’t,” Daichi says with a weak smile.
Carefully, Suga packs the lingerie back into the box and sets it on the couch. He stands and walks over to Daichi, firmly grabs his hands and waits until he’s reluctantly looking at him before he says in earnest, “Dai, you’re worrying way too much. It’s just a fun little thing and you’re going to look amazing, okay? If, and I mean if , Kuroo doesn’t like it, then you call me and I’ll come kick his ass for disrespecting you.”
Daichi laughs despite himself, and Suga joins him. When they’re both calm again, Suga grins.
“Now that we have that sorted, you have to tell me where you got it. I need to get Oikawa in lingerie, stat .”
Somehow he manages to forget about the lingerie after he packs it at the bottom of the bag he's taking to the hotel. In all fairness, most thoughts go out the window when Kuroo comes to pick him up the morning of their anniversary for their hike; he's gone for a guns-out approach in a loose tank top and he’s as cheeky and charming as always. He comments on how edible Daichi's thighs look in the shorts he's wearing before he gives him a sweet kiss alongside a murmured 'happy anniversary', to which Daichi rolls his eyes and kisses him back and, just like that, every anxiety is forgotten.
He loses himself in the day, and it’s wonderful. He enjoys the hike - enjoys pausing for a lunch break in the open air amidst soft grass and budding flowers, enjoys laying out in the warm sun while Kuroo nuzzles against his throat. He enjoys the museum trip - enjoys watching Kuroo fall over himself and talk at great length to explain all sorts of specimens, enjoys seeing his boyfriend's eyes widen in excitement at a new exhibit featuring chemical elements that Daichi's never heard of. He enjoys dinner - enjoys sitting across from Kuroo in the hotel restaurant and just drinking him in, enjoys playing footsies with him under the table as they share a dessert.
It's wonderful, and made all the better on the way back to their room when Kuroo jumps him before the elevator doors even shut, kissing him like his life depends on it. Somehow they manage to make it through the halls without running into anyone, and as soon as Kuroo kicks their door shut behind them he’s pressing Daichi against the wall, stripping him of his clothes with dogged determination. Daichi remembers his gift for a brief moment - swallows hard, suddenly hot and jittery all over again. But Kuroo kisses him insistently, breathes his neediness into Daichi’s mouth with the same fervour that’s starting to consume him too. A litany of ‘baby, I need you, I love you, darling,’ makes up Daichi’s mind for him, cemented when Kuroo groans, wanton and heated, “I wanted to take you apart in that field, baby, wanted to pin you down on that blanket and get those gorgeous legs of yours around my head, look after you the way you like, baby .”
Daichi moans, grips Kuroo's shoulders. They've got all day tomorrow, and tomorrow night as well. Right now, Kuroo needs him - and he needs Kuroo.
Suga had said he thought they were vanilla. And if Daichi is honest? They are. The lingerie tucked safely away between layers of tissue paper is one of the kinkiest things they've tried - or will try, when they get around to it. But the last thing Daichi cares about is their level of spice in the bedroom. Because Kuroo is the most attentive lover he's ever had the privilege to be with and he is not losing out on a thing . It's like Kuroo's only concern in the world is making sure Daichi's feeling good - fingers trailing and pressing in all the right places, mouth so giving, and Daichi always comes first. It's overwhelming sometimes, being the centre of attention. But then Kuroo's got him down on the bed, and then that mouth is between his thighs and he doesn't think much of anything the rest of the night.
When he wakes the next morning, pleasantly sore, Kuroo's already awake and ordering room service. He's sat on the edge of the bed as he chats amiably with the person on the other end of the phone, and Daichi just lays there and watches him for a moment. With Kuroo facing away, Daichi can appreciate the lithe form of his body, the athletic curve and jut of muscle and hip, the faint scratches clustered between his shoulder blades. His own body reacts with a flash of heat low in his belly and he bites his lip.
"Thank you," Kuroo finishes, and hangs up the phone. He stretches, arms above his head to inadvertently give Daichi a wonderful view, before he relaxes and shifts to lay back down. Part way there, his eyes meet Daichi’s and he stops.
"Hey.” He smiles softly. "Morning."
"Morning." Daichi reaches an arm out, and Kuroo responds just the way he wants - by laying down and letting Daichi cuddle up against him.
"Sleep well?"
Daichi smiles. "I always do after you take care of me."
"Are you saying I'm so boring I fuck you to sleep?" Kuroo asks, teasing.
"I'm saying you exhaust me," Daichi quips back, and Kuroo laughs.
"You're not the first to say that."
He kisses Daichi's forehead, his cheekbone, the tip of his nose, and Daichi happily tilts his chin up so their lips can meet. It's soft and gentle, an exploration of well-known territory as Kuroo's tongue slips into his mouth and one hand pets at his waist.
"Breakfast should be about half an hour," Kuroo murmurs when they break apart for a moment. He smirks, and Daichi wants to kiss the smug, knowing look right off his face. "Let me take care of you again real quick?"
In the end, Daichi's licking the taste of himself from Kuroo's mouth when the knock at the door comes. Kuroo's cock kicks in Daichi's hand as he comes, his moan lost under a nervy, "Just a second!" Somehow Daichi manages to swipe a tissue over the mess and extract himself from the tangle of limbs without being dragged back to the bed by a pouting, whining boyfriend. He tugs on a discarded pair of pants as he stumbles for the door, and hurriedly, as politely as possible, he takes the food from the woman patiently waiting for him.
"Tetsurou," he scolds on his way back to the bed, but there's no malice in it - screw it, he's weak to that smile.
"Darling," Kuroo drawls, beautiful in the way he licks his lips and reaches out for him.
Daichi doesn't think about the lingerie again until after they've eaten, when Kuroo stretches and announces he's going to have a shower. The way he raises an eyebrow and eyes his boyfriend makes it clear he's hoping not to be alone for it, but Daichi glances at his bag sitting innocently by the wall, thinks of the secret tucked away, and replies, "Okay. I'll have one after."
Kuroo pouts but makes his way to the bathroom. As soon as the sound of the shower starts up, Daichi dives off the bed and into his bag.
If not now, then I never will, he tells himself as he fishes out the delicate package. Suga's right; it's just something silly and fun and he’s going to like it.
He stashes it in a towel and when Kuroo emerges from the bathroom ten minutes later, damp and wrapped in his own towel, Daichi tries his best to look unsuspicious.
"Bathroom's free." Kuroo smirks. "I wouldn't take too long."
"You can't entertain yourself?" Daichi asks, smiling even as he shoulders his way past him in a rush.
He locks the door on Kuroo's protest, leaning back against it to take a deep breath. After he calms himself a little, he moves to the counter and unwraps the package from the towel, laying all the pieces out gently. He stares at them for a moment and then, abruptly, he turns to the shower before he can psych himself out.
He has no idea what's going to happen when he walks out of the bathroom. Kuroo could have any number of reactions. But as he showers, Daichi lets himself daydream about some of the nicer possibilities - Kuroo enamoured, demanding he get in bed immediately, eyes roaming and hands caressing exposed skin. Kuroo laughing but it's good-natured, excited, fingers tugging at straps and stocking elastic. By the time he’s finished it’s not primarily anxiety that he’s feeling but rather anticipation, simmering beneath his skin.
He takes his time drying off and when he’s ready, picks up the first piece. The hardware glints in the warm bathroom light, drawing Daichi’s eye to it. The top piece is an intricate crisscross of red in the suggestion of a bra - just straps, with no fabric to actually cover anything, all connected by gold rings. It had taken him ten minutes to figure the damn thing out when he’d tried it on the day it had arrived - after locking himself in his room and refusing to acknowledge Suga on the other side of the door wheedling and whining to see him in it. But he thinks he has a better grasp of it now, and he’s right - it only takes five minutes this time to untangle everything and clip it on at the back. From the centre, a strap runs up his chest to wrap around his neck, and there’s something about securing it, adjusting the slider to the perfect tension, that has Daichi’s heart beating up against it in his throat.
When he picks up the panties, he’s glad he went for high-waisted and full coverage - he hadn’t been brave enough to choose anything less, but the extra fabric helps contain what’s becoming a slight problem. Even if he’s half-hard by the time he gets out there, he wants to look at least somewhat put together. He tugs everything into place, and then grabs the stockings - he hadn’t tried them on for fear of tearing them, so he’s a little worried about them not fitting. Plus he’d gone back and forth on whether or not they’d look better if he shaved his legs. He’d decided against it to avoid Kuroo asking questions, but he’s still not sure he made the right decision as he slowly, carefully, pulls the first one up over his knee.
Every worry flies out the window as he settles the elastic around his thigh. It fits perfectly , not too tight but not so loose as to slip when he takes a step. And as he runs a hand over his leg, they feel buttery smooth and soft - his coarse hair may as well not exist beneath the nylon.
He slips the other stocking on before cinching the garter belt around his waist. It matches the rest of the outfit beautifully, black mesh panelling hugging his body and straps leading down to the clips dangling around his thighs. He attaches them to the stockings and, with one final check that everything’s in place, he’s done.
Taking a deep breath, he assesses himself in the mirror. Knowing Kuroo is about to see him like this is… terrifying. But it’s terrifying in the same way that asking Kuroo out had been terrifying - his heart pounds with fear but moreso with excitement, heat burning through his veins. As anxious as he is, he wants this - can’t wait for it.
“Daichi?”
Speak of the devil , he thinks, his chest aching as he exhales.
“Yeah?”
“Everything okay? You drown in the shower or something?”
Daichi smiles despite himself and calls back, “I’m fine."
“Are you coming out any time soon? Not trying to rush you or anything but I wouldn’t mind spending some time with my boyfriend on our anniversary. I’ve got a movie ready to go, we can chill or we can chill , if you catch my drift.”
He rolls his eyes, chews on his lip for a moment. “Could you do something for me?”
"Yeah?"
"Could you turn the lights off and close the curtains? Maybe leave a lamp or something on though."
There’s a pause before Kuroo answers. "I mean, sure? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Tetsurou. Just tell me when you're done."
He hears Kuroo get up from the bed, his footsteps soft as he pads around the room. The curtains are pulled up, the lights click off, followed by a second click of a lamp's switch and then the slight creak of Kuroo sitting back down on the bed.
"Done."
“Okay… I’m coming out.”
He takes one final deep breath to counter the nervous flutter in his belly, unlocks the door, and steps out into the room.
Kuroo's sat on the edge of the bed, illuminated only by the soft light of the bedside lamp. He's changed into a pair of boxers and his hair is drying in something akin to its usual bedhead mess. He's so beautiful that Daichi forgets for a moment that Kuroo's not supposed to be the pretty surprise and his jaw drops just slightly, lips parting as he takes him in.
And then Kuroo meets his gaze, concern and love morphing into surprise, and Daichi remembers. He forces himself not to curl in on himself, rubs at the back of his neck.
"Happy anniversary?" he says weakly, trying to laugh at the end but trailing off into what feels like awkward silence.
But the look in Kuroo's wide eyes - there's no awkwardness there, and Daichi's confidence rises just a little. What is there is pure wonder, reverence, like he can't believe what's right in front of him.
Daichi clears his throat. "Tetsu?"
Kuroo blinks, possibly for the first time since Daichi had walked out of the bathroom. His jaw works as he tries to talk but he fails again and again, only a creaky, broken sound escaping until finally he manages to say, "Holy shit…"
"Is that a good or bad holy shit?" Daichi's pretty sure he knows the answer, but he wants to hear it anyway.
Kuroo stumbles over his words. "Good, fucking hell, so good, you… Daichi …"
"You, uh," Daichi says, hesitates but pushes forward. "You mentioned once that you liked women in lingerie. I thought that maybe -"
"Yes," Kuroo interrupts. "God, Daichi, I love you, in lingerie, I do."
He flushes, face red and body so, so warm. He bites his lip. "You're saying that, but you haven't made a move. Y-You haven't touched me, haven't -"
Kuroo interrupts again, voice breaking, rushed and desperate. "Darling, no, I…"
As he trails off, he finally moves, standing up from the bed and walking the few steps towards him slowly. It’s times like this that Daichi wishes he was a little taller, or Kuroo a little shorter. He has to look up to meet Kuroo’s awestruck gaze - at least, for the few seconds before Kuroo drops to his knees. The thud as he hits the floor startles him, but Kuroo doesn’t react to the pain that surely must have come from the fall. Instead, he stares up at Daichi and says softly, "Daichi, baby, I… I'm torn right now. There’s a part of me that… that’s afraid to touch you. You look… divine , like a god …"
Daichi’s blush intensifies, now burning where he was warm, and he can’t bring himself to look away. "Tetsurou…"
It seems like it's difficult for Kuroo to speak, fumbling and trying to find the right words. "I'm afraid of… of sullying you, like there'll be some kind of divine retribution if I dare put my hands on you… but at the same time… fuck, Daichi, if I don't get my hands on you, if I don't tear this off you this instant I think I'm gonna die ."
This is so different to what Daichi had fantasised about in the shower that he doesn't know how to respond. He shifts his weight, heart pounding, mouth dry. Kuroo has never been quite so serious in the entire time Daichi's known him, has never looked like he might fall apart at any moment.
He’s more than a little into it.
"Well, I promise you that no god is going to smite you down for touching me," he says, a little shaky but smiling. "But maybe don't tear this off me. It was expensive."
"I'll buy you a new set," Kuroo says immediately. "Fuck, I'll buy you so much lingerie, Daichi, I'll buy you anything you want."
"With what money, hmm?"
"I'll get another job."
Daichi laughs. "You'll get another job just so you can buy me lingerie?"
"I will get another job so that I can afford to tear lingerie off of you." Kuroo swallows hard, lifts a hand tentatively. His voice drops to a whisper. "Can I?"
"Please."
Kuroo touches him like he’s made of glass, brushing fingertips over where the elastic of the stockings digs in around his thighs. Daichi shivers - Kuroo presses forward to smooth his palms over the exposed skin and lace.
“I am the luckiest bastard alive,” he breathes, slides his hands up to thick hips and the soft red cotton that covers them.
Daichi takes Kuroo’s face in hand, one cupping his cheek and the other threading into his hair. Kuroo looks up at him, utterly taken, and Daichi’s heart aches .
“Sit on the bed for me?” Kuroo asks.
Daichi nods dumbly. He’s taken too - taken aback, near speechless with how gently Kuroo guides him by the hips to sit on the edge of the bed, handling him so delicately that he may as well be a porcelain doll. If he had more presence of mind maybe it would be a little awkward with Kuroo shuffling on his knees, but awkwardness is the last thing he’s thinking of when Kuroo presses his legs apart to situate himself between them. Reverent hands slide down Daichi’s calves, hook around an ankle and push his knee towards his chest until Kuroo can mouth at his stockinged foot.
“Tetsu…”
“I really want to just touch you right now,” Kuroo says softly, kisses the top of his foot, his ankle, his heel. “I promise I’ll take care of you, but can I do this first?”
Daichi leans back on his hands and nods. “Yeah…”
Kuroo hums happily. He kisses his way slowly, so slowly, up Daichi’s leg, letting his lips and fingers drag deliciously over the fabric. He kisses his knee once, twice, before he rests it on his shoulder and makes his way to the lace again, mouths over it, licks, nips, obsesses.
"Where did you get this?" Kuroo wonders between sucking marks into Daichi's thigh. "It's like it was made just to fit you."
There is a rapidly depleting amount of blood available to rush to Daichi's head. He's dizzy, hot all over as he replies, "I-It was."
The way Kuroo's head snaps up, eyes wide, makes laughter bubble up in Daichi's chest. He explains, one hand sliding into Kuroo's hair, "I found this guy in America, he specialises in… men's lingerie. I emailed him, got it made…"
He trails off as Kuroo lets out a strangled little sound, buries his face in Daichi's thigh. Daichi chuckles, pets through his hair until Kuroo decides he's done and looks up at him again.
"You had this made specially for you?" His voice cracks.
Daichi's heart swells. "For you, Tetsu."
" Fuck , Daichi…"
Kuroo lets go of his leg in order to shuffle a little closer and press desperate lips to his belly. His tongue grazes the mesh of the garter belt and the sensation makes Daichi tremble, tighten his grip on his hair.
"God, I just want to touch you, everywhere," Kuroo all but whines. "Your legs again, your hips, your stomach, your chest, fuck , your chest, looks so good like that, baby, and your beautiful fucking face, everything - I can't think straight, I can't… can't focus ."
"You don't have to," Daichi says, a little shaky, a little needy. "You don't have to focus, just touch me."
Kuroo does whine this time, pitched high in frustration. "I want to touch you everywhere, all at once. I want to push you down and just fucking ravage you, I want to fuck you in every position imaginable, I want to stay right here like this, want everything."
Daichi cups Kuroo’s face with both hands, tilts it up to look him in the eye and nearly melts at his puppy-eyed, wanting gaze. "Tetsu," he says, soft. "I'm not going anywhere."
The way Kuroo relaxes against him, his smile like a burst of sunshine, makes Daichi want to yank him up onto the bed and kiss him senseless. But then the smile curves into something more wicked and Kuroo tugs himself free from the loose grip, presses the heel of his hand gently against the hard heat of Daichi’s cock, and Daichi’s train of thought is immediately derailed with a sharp inhale.
“Can I?”
“ Please .”
Kuroo continues to palm him with one hand while the other snakes up to pull him down into a kiss. Against his lips, he murmurs low and rough, “Okay, so here’s an idea. First, I’ll make you come in these panties; they’re gonna look even prettier when we’ve got them nice and wet. After that, I don't know - I could suck you off while I get you ready, or maybe you could sit on my face? I definitely need to get more marks on these beautiful thighs, fucking hell, Dai, look at you." He bites at Daichi's bottom lip. "Fucking devil, I swear - you look so good in red, look so good in this."
Daichi squirms, presses his own hand over Kuroo's for more friction, and moans as Kuroo immediately gives him what he wants.
"You are not going to be able to walk when I'm done with you," Kuroo groans, "If I'm ever done with you. Fuck, Dai, the things you do to me. So gorgeous…"
Daichi fists Kuroo's hair a little harder than he means to, making him wince and pull back from his lips to look up at him. Daichi grinds his hips forward and says, thick with need, "Tetsu, please, want you…"
“Baby,” Tetsu breathes. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”
Daichi almost responds, but then Kuroo licks into his mouth, slides his hand beneath the panties. He presses his thumb under the head of his dick and Daichi moans again. He’s dimly aware of the fact that Kuroo’s barely touched him and he’s already panting for it, heavy breaths as they kiss, but he can’t bring himself to care - not when Kuroo’s moving his free hand down, grabbing his thigh and hiking it back up onto his shoulder. Daichi yelps, just a small sound, as he’s almost thrown back onto the bed but he catches himself with one hand just in time, the other still securely tangled in Kuroo’s hair.
Kuroo leans back, spit-slick and grinning, and lowers his head. For the first time Daichi looks down at himself and his breath catches in his throat - one thick, stockinged leg up on Kuroo’s shoulder, trembling as his boyfriend noses along the lace and bites at a garter strap; and then the bulge of his cock and Kuroo’s hand beneath the panties, precome staining the fabric. He’s a mess. And Kuroo’s a mess as well, flushed cheeks and damp hair and half-lidded eyes shining emerald gold. He looks up at Daichi, a side glance just before he snaps the garter strap against his skin and Daichi jerks involuntarily, bites his lip.
“Tetsu,” he says, and Kuroo nips his thigh, tugging at the lace.
“So pretty, baby," he coos between bites, between running his tongue over the ever-growing collection of marks. “And all for me." He pauses, looks up questioningly. "Can I call you pretty? My pretty baby, my pretty girl?"
Something molten stirs in his core, and he knows Kuroo absolutely does not miss the way his cock kicks in his hand. The sly smile tells him everything as he stammers, as his cheeks feel like the surface of the sun.
"N-Not girl… but… y-you can…"
Kuroo hums, delighted. "My pretty, pretty baby, my darling, all wrapped like a perfect little gift for me."
It doesn't take much more. Daichi lets go of Kuroo's hair to cram his fist in his mouth, stifling his groan, and Kuroo lowers his head to mouth over the panties. The heat of his breath, the wet and pressure as he sucks lightly, combined with a calculated press of his thumb tips Daichi over the edge before he even realises he's coming. He half-shouts, a sound of surprise muffled by his fist, and instinctively he brings his other leg up to crush Kuroo's head between his thighs and keep him there. Kuroo moans, and Daichi collapses back on the bed.
Daichi is still trembling, high-strung, when Kuroo lowers his legs back down, slips his hand from beneath the panties and presses a kiss to the skin where thigh meets hip. Daichi jumps, tenses, but Kuroo curls his fingers into the meat of his thighs and holds him down as he kisses.
"Just as I thought." he murmurs. "They look even prettier when they're soaked."
Somehow, Daichi musters the strength to push himself up on his elbows and fuck , that's an image he's definitely going to touch himself to; Kuroo chooses that moment to start pressing his tongue over the wet panties, licking along the swell of his cock and up to the head peeking out from the elastic. There's come staining not only the panties but the garter belt as well, pooled on his belly - and Kuroo is making it his mission to lick up every drop he can. Daichi groans, shudders, and as much as his heart wants him to keep going, his body is sensitive and has him pulling away involuntarily.
"Tetsu." He reaches a hand out, tangles once more in the other's hair. "Tetsu, please, give me a minute."
It seems like it's a struggle for Kuroo to stop but reluctantly he does. After one final kiss to the tip of Daichi’s dick, he gets up off his knees and crawls onto the bed, laying on his side next to him when Daichi drops onto his back again.
"Good, baby?"
Daichi smiles. "Yeah." He caresses Kuroo’s hip lightly, asks, “Want me to…?”
“That’s very kind of you,” Kuroo smirks as he plays with Daichi’s hair, running his fingers through it and curling the short strands around them, “but if there’s one thing I know I’m definitely doing to you tonight, it’s coming inside you.”
Daichi snorts and rolls his eyes. “I can still do something for you now.”
With the softest kiss to his forehead, Kuroo says, “And I appreciate that, darling. But I’d actually really rather just play around with this some more, if that’s okay.”
As he speaks, he trails his hand down to pluck gently at the straps criss-crossing Daichi’s chest. The red is bright and vivid, still contrasting with his skin despite the flush, and the gold accents glimmer in the soft light. Kuroo seems especially fascinated by the rings that perfectly encircle his nipples; he traces around the metal repeatedly but he’s careful not to actually touch in any way. Daichi smiles and pulls him down for a kiss. Kuroo falls into him, lips sweet on his, and when they separate Dachi says, “It’s okay.”
Immediately, Kuroo slides a finger down the strap that leads from the choker to the centre of his chest. At the end of it, he fits his hand beneath the straps and sweeps over to one pectoral to squeeze - Daichi hums, but it’s lost in Kuroo’s mouth as he kisses him again.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Dai,” Kuroo murmurs. “Fuck, your tits already looked amazing, and this is just…out of this world.”
Daichi chuckles, smiles even as Kuroo goes back for more and seals his mouth over his. His boyfriend slips his hand free of the straps, only to go back to the ring around his nipple. This time he pinches the nipple - gently, he always takes so much care because he knows that’s how Daichi likes it, and because that’s just how he is during sex, and it always make Daichi feel loved . Even with Kuroo’s tongue in his mouth, Daichi gasps, pushes his chest up into the touch, holds onto Kuroo a little tighter.
“That’s it, baby,” Kuroo praises, rolls the stiff bud between his fingers. “Let me make you feel good.”
Daichi feels all kinds of good. Kuroo pinches and plays with him, first one nipple and then switching to the other, all the while squeezing and pressing into the softness of his pectorals and kissing him like the world will end if he doesn’t. Daichi groans, arches his back and chases the sensations as Kuroo moves his hand and kisses him with fervour. The heat rising in his skin starts to spread, aided by the fact he can feel Kuroo’s cock against his leg, and he knows how desperate he must be to get inside him. He’s just about to pull away from Kuroo’s mouth to ask him to grab the lube when Kuroo beats him to it - reaches down to where the last of Daichi’s come is still wet on his belly, swipes some up on his fingertips and reaches down further. Daichi’s burning hot, cock twitching, as Kuroo tugs the panties aside and presses. He doesn’t put his fingers in but just the touch is enough to have him panting and demanding, a little whiny, “In, in, Tetsu.”
Kuroo hums and slowly, reluctantly, pulls away to grab the lube from where they left it on the bedside table. While he’s busy, Daichi impatiently pulls the panties down to give him access, but they only make it halfway down his thighs before Kuroo’s back and smiling.
“Unwrapping yourself for me, hmm?” Kuroo purrs. “But it’s such pretty wrapping.”
“If you want to come inside me,” Daichi says, “then it’ll have to come off at some point.”
“You have a valid argument,” Kuroo concedes, and proceeds to pin his boyfriend to the bed with more heavy, heated kisses.
He wastes no time, reaching down again with lubed fingers and sliding one in. Daichi moans into Kuroo’s mouth - and then the kisses are gone, and Daichi is bewildered until he realises Kuroo’s leaning down to wrap his lips around his nipple.
In between gentle bites and lapping little licks, Kuroo mumbles, “I’m so fucking obsessed with your tits, Dai, could stay here all day.”
Daichi doesn’t respond - not in words, anyway. Kuroo bites again and at the same time, slips another finger in; as soon as they’re both inside he curls them, fingertips rubbing against his prostate, and Daichi cries out. Ever so carefully, Kuroo continues to work him open, sucking and mouthing at his chest, and Daichi bucks, shakes, falls apart under the attention.
Kuroo’s three fingers deep and fitting in the fourth when he finally lifts his head from Daichi’s chest and says roughly, “M’gonna fuck you soon, baby.”
“Yes,” Daichi exhales sharply. “Tetsu, please.”
“How do you want it?” His voice is coarse, like it’s a struggle to speak. “Talk to me, baby.”
Daichi shakes his head. “Don’t care,” he whines. “Just want you.”
Kuroo shifts back up to kiss him again, hungry and almost frantic. “I want you too, but I can’t… can’t decide.” He barely breaks apart from his lips as he talks, the words mumbled and sticking in spit. “Wanna be sweet and put you on your back, hold your hands; wanna get you on your knees and just fucking ravage you; wanna get the perfect view while you ride me - want everything, Dai, tell me where to start.”
Each option sounds perfect, and Daichi knows if Kuroo gets his way then he won’t miss out on any of them. But they have to start somewhere. For a moment, he considers letting Kuroo pin him down on his back and fuck him soft and sweet the way they both like. But Kuroo’s been so giving, has barely allowed himself to take the edge off his own need while meeting every possible one of Daichi’s wants; it’s their anniversary, and he wants to give back.
It’s impossible to answer at first, because Kuroo’s got his mouth so occupied he can hardly breathe. When he finally has the chance to suck down some air, Daichi pushes Kuroo’s head back enough to look him in the eye and offers, “Let me ride you?”
Kuroo’s eyes widen and he nods emphatically, pulling away quickly. Daichi laughs and sits up, frees the panties from the garter straps to kick them off while his boyfriend scrambles for a condom from the battered box on the bedside table. Kuroo glances at him, grins, and swoops in for a quick kiss before he shucks off his boxers and situates himself on the bed. Daichi follows, straddles his boyfriend’s thighs and rests his hands on his hips.
Kuroo holds his hands out. “You’re a little far back, darling.”
“Let me take care of you?” Daichi asks, and he revels in the way Kuroo melts , his body relaxing and his grin growing soft.
“That’s my line,” he says, but there’s no argument in his tone.
Daichi smiles. “And you always take such good care of me. Now it’s my turn. Lube?”
Kuroo hands it and the condom over without another word, his gaze gentle and awestruck. He watches intently as Daichi tries to open the packet by hand - after a few unsuccessful attempts, Daichi gives up and tears it open with his teeth, and Kuroo’s eyes widen.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbles, before immediately biting his lip to hold back more sound as Daichi rolls the condom onto him. It’s pretty, the way his lip indents, the way his tongue peeks out as he lets it go for a second, and the thought of pretty makes Daichi fumble with the lube, liquid fire pulsing in his veins. He manages to pour some into his hand and, shaky, he wraps his fingers around Kuroo’s dick.
Kuroo groans. “Don’t tease me.”
He hadn’t planned on taking much time - Kuroo’s been holding himself off for so long already - but there’s a part of Daichi that can’t resist the opening. He looks up at him through his lashes and smirks. “What if I wanted to?”
The laugh he gets is choked, thick. “Then I would be powerless to resist you.”
Daichi gives in, raising himself up on his knees to shift forward. Kuroo reaches out for him - one hand grips his hip while the other helps guide Daichi carefully onto his cock.
“Fuck, baby, so tight for me.”
Daichi bites his lip, allows Kuroo to gently pull him by the hips until he’s buried to the hilt. Neither of them move for a moment, just breathe and settle with Daichi’s hands on Kuroo’s belly and Kuroo’s hands tight on Daichi’s hips. And then Daichi starts to rock slowly, and Kuroo groans.
“Look at you,” he says, ragged. “The things you fucking do to me, baby. You are so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”
With a smile, Daichi says, “I don’t know. I’m the lucky one, really. You agreed to go out with me.”
“That was never in question, darling. I would have asked you out eventually,” Kuroo laughs. “But Suga told me you were getting up the nerve to ask me, so I waited. If you’d taken too long I would have done it myself though.”
Daichi stops dead, frowns. “Suga told you?”
“Well, not explicitly. But he pretty heavily implied you were interested, and he did say you were working through some dating anxiety. I inferred the rest.”
Daichi curses under his breath, “Fucking - dating anxiety - I don’t -” before he shakes his head. “Whatever. if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not talk about Suga right now.”
Kuroo squeezes his hips. “Agreed,” he grins.
That liquid fire in Daichi’s veins is burning hotter and hotter as he slowly lifts himself up. He drops back down abruptly and the way Kuroo fills him, the way he moans, the way his fingers tighten on his hips - it's intoxicating. Daichi sets the rhythm; a slow drag up, feeling every inch inside him, before slamming down and punching the air from his lungs. Before long Kuroo’s clutching at him, needy and wanting.
"Let me -" A gasp. "Let me see you, baby."
Daichi doesn't know what he means until he realises he's curled over Kuroo's body, nails scratching at his chest. It takes more effort than he anticipated, but after a long moment he straightens up and for good measure, arches his back to push his chest out. Kuroo's cock hits just right on the downstroke and he shudders, vision hazy and blurred, grounded only by Kuroo - in him, under him, holding him; first by the hips and then harsh on his thighs over soft stockings, finally sliding up to grasp at his chest while he babbles, "You’re a dream, baby, fucking yourself like that, so strong, and your tits… fucking hell, baby, they look so pretty like this, you look so pretty, fuck .”
Raw, wildfire arousal burns through Daichi at pretty , at the constant attention he’s giving his prostate as he fucks himself back on Kuroo’s dick. Kuroo snaps one of the straps on the chest piece, tweaks a nipple, and Daichi whines.
“Gonna doll yourself up for me again, baby, make yourself all pretty?”
Daichi doesn’t respond at first - can’t. It’s enough to just focus on moving, on circling his hips, on making this as good for Kuroo as it is for him. Besides, he’s mostly sure it’s not a question that requires an answer. But when Kuroo asks again, this time tacking on a soft, “please, baby?” at the end, he realises he actually wants to hear it.
“Y-Yes, Tetsu… for you…”
“Gonna put you in all the pretty things,” Kuroo says, and snaps his hips up to meet Daichi halfway. Daichi hiccups, falls forward and catches himself on Kuroo’s chest, looks directly into blown pupils ringed by emerald gold. “Only the best for you, baby. Gonna give you everything.”
“ Tetsu …”
“My pretty baby, my darling, so pretty for me.” His hands move again, relentless - back down to his thighs to squeeze, up to his hips again, and then one remains there to steady him as the other wraps around his dick. Daichi chokes, stutters in his movements; his hips try to piston up into Kuroo’s grip at the same time as he tries desperately to hold himself back.
“You close, baby?” Kuroo asks, low and rough.
Close is an understatement. One wrong move, one slip of concentration, is going to have him seeing stars and he can’t - not yet. He nods, whimpers, “ Yes .”
Kuroo, precious, stupid idiot that he is, continues to pump his cock, encourages, “Come for me, don’t hold back.”
Daichi shakes his head. “You,” is all he can manage to bite out, but Kuroo immediately puts both hands on his hips, murmurs an apology before he takes over and starts thrusting up into him again. They both know how sensitive Daichi is after he orgasms, how he needs at least a few minutes to put himself back together. And that’s without having already come once. The only way Kuroo isn’t finishing himself off by hand is if he comes first.
But Daichi isn’t sure he can last much longer. Not with the way Kuroo’s fucking into him, such a familiar sense of fullness, or the way he’s clinging to him with a comforting pressure that makes him feel wanted, makes him feel needed . He clenches around him, meets his thrusts, throws his body back to give his boyfriend the best view he can - and Kuroo makes a strangled noise, crushes bruises into the thickness of his hips as he starts to lose rhythm.
“ Fuck, Daichi ,” he moans, and it’s one, two, three more jagged thrusts before he’s coming. Daichi grinds down, gasps, wishes for a split-second that Kuroo wasn’t wearing a condom and was instead spilling deep inside him - the thought catches him by surprise and it’s that, coupled with a shaky hand back on his dick, that pushes him over the edge as well, until he collapses on Kuroo’s chest.
It’s a long few moments, but as soon as he has the wherewithal to move again Daichi struggles to push himself up, mumbling under his breath about needing to take a break. Before he has the chance to really do anything, Kuroo’s got him covered - wraps his arms around him, pulls out and lays him down on the bed. He disappears for a moment to discard the condom and grab some tissues, but he’s back almost immediately to wipe them down and carefully cuddle up beside him, entwining their legs and resting a hand on his chest. Daichi raises an eyebrow but the hand is just on the base of his ribcage, away from the bruised skin further up, so he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he tilts his head to ask for a kiss - and Kuroo is already there, waiting, with soft lips and a content smile.
"Good, baby?" his boyfriend asks after they break apart.
"Yeah," Daichi sighs, smiling. "Sleepy."
With a grin, Kuroo nudges at his face, kisses his jaw. "Are you saying I'm so boring I fuck you to sleep?"
Daichi rolls his eyes. "I'm saying you exhaust me."
They laugh, short and relaxed. Kuroo continues to kiss - along his jaw, down his throat, buries his face in the crook of his neck - until Daichi weakly pushes him off.
"Tetsu," he admonishes. "Give a man a break, would you?"
"Mmm, but you're so sexy, Daichi." Kuroo kisses his cheek with a smirk, drags a finger along the top of the garter belt. "This outfit is doing things to me."
"Well, it can do things to you later." He reaches out, cups Kuroo's cheek with one hand and looks him in the eye. "Let me rest, okay?"
The look he gets back is so incredibly soft, so taken, so open, that Daichi thinks his heart skips a few beats. Kuroo smiles and murmurs, "Of course, darling, take all the time you need." And it's with those words that Daichi finally allows himself to drop off to sleep.