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It's been around three months since their first date and Daichi has been starting to feel kind of... feral. That might be the right word. Every date night Kuroo walks him to his door, they kiss for what feels like an hour, and then he leaves Daichi with red bitten lips and an uncomfortable hard on.
But not tonight, he thinks to himself, a little mischievous smile on his lips. When Daichi had gotten dressed for their date tonight he had pulled all the stops. Tight black shirt that rode up every time he lifted his arms and exposed sliver of skin and his belly button, jeans he was practically bursting out of, the fabric stretching tight over his thighs and ass, and he had strategically dabbed cologne on all the spots Kuroo was fond of kissing him.
He knew it had worked when Kuroo had stared at him with a blank face just like the first time they met. Daichi had been feeling extra confident ever since. He had snapped Kuroo out of his initial stupor by kissing his jaw and whispering a greeting near his earlobe. That and Kuroo had been grabbing at Daichi's thighs all night, kissing him breathless whenever they could get away with it as privately as possible, showering him with compliments that practically made Daichi preen and sparkle.
Now on their walk to Daichi's apartment Kuroo has his arm around Daichi's waist, fingertips tucked into the hem of his shirt, stroking at the exposed skin there, pulling him close, fingers digging into his supple flesh.
"You don't have anything going on tomorrow, right?" Daichi asks, leaning into Kuroo.
"Nothing," Kuroo nods, his thumb stroking Daichi's waist. "Are you still having brunch with Suga?"
"That's the plan," Daichi nods but he pouts. "But... he got taken on a spontaneous date tonight so who knows now."
"Oh," Kuroo is biting his bottom lip when Daichi looks at him.
He's sleeping over tonight if it's the last thing I do, Daichi scrunches his nose, determined. What's the hold up anyway? I know he wants me.
"Come in for some coffee," Daichi offers Kuroo when they approach his door, already punching in the code so Kuroo doesn't trap him with syrupy kisses against the front door. He pulls him inside before Kuroo has a chance to reply, locking the door behind them, sliding the bolt into place.
Kind of feels like I'm kidnapping him now...
Daichi shrugs, slipping out of his shoes. Kuroo goes to the sofa when Daichi points to it and he's going to keep up with the charade but when Kuroo sinks down into the cushions he hooks his fingers into the belt loops of Daichi's jeans and pulls him close.
He's looking up at Daichi pitifully, lips downturned just a bit, eyes pleading in a way Daichi hadn't seen on Kuroo before. He rests a hand on the back of Kuroo's head, making a soft questioning hum, scratching lightly at his scalp. Kuroo shuts his eyes, forehead dropping forward again, pressed to his navel.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Kuroo asks quietly and Daichi feels himself flush. Damn, he caught me.
"Maybe a little," Daichi admits, unable to hold back an amused smile.
Kuroo takes a deep breath and when he tilts his head again his lips brush on Daichi's navel. It makes him shiver, heat swooping into his belly. Kuroo leans closer, eyes still on Daichi's, and he presses a proper kiss on his exposed skin. His nose dips to glide along the waistband of Daichi's jeans, nuzzling into Daichi's groin, taking a deep breath there. Daichi bites his lip, hips canting forward on their own, a hand gripping the hair on the back of Kuroo's head by the roots.
"Is this really happening?" Kuroo asks and Daichi sighs almost dreamily.
"I want it to," Daichi answers with a shiver.
Kuroo glances up at him again and he's pouting just a bit which Daichi can't help but find adorable. He makes quick work of undoing his jeans with long fingers, still working kisses along the exposed skin of Daichi's belly, hooking his fingers on both the jeans and his underwear and tugging down slowly.
"Fuck," Daichi whimpers. He's already embarrassingly hard, probably seconds away from starting to leak, and Kuroo's hot breath is right there. Daichi has an urge to look away or close his eyes but at the same time he's desperate to see what Kuroo looks like with his lips stretched out around—
Kuroo slides down from the sofa, sinking into his knees, pulling Daichi's jeans down the rest of the way, his hands moving to grab at his thighs almost immediately. He squeezes on the skin there and it feels different than when he has his hand on Daichi's thigh when they're out eating or when they go to the movies.
There's something Daichi has noticed about Kuroo since the first time they met. Kuroo rarely does an anything physical with Daichi unless he has gotten a very clear yes from him. He moves even faster when Daichi asks him directly. So... he should ask now, right?
"Kuroo..." Daichi mumbles and Kuroo's eyes find his right away again, pupils blown wide. "Fuck me."
"Okay," Kuroo nods, gives Daichi that blank look again, but snaps out of it quickly. "Okay, okay."
Daichi can't help but laugh a little bit. He really doesn't get it. They've been spending every possible moment they can together and the first time they met was far from the last time Kuroo had looked at Daichi like he forgot how to breathe. It's flattering, it makes Daichi feel pretty the way Kuroo is fond of calling him, and for some reason it hasn't gotten old at all.
The sudden heat of Kuroo's mouth envelops Daichi then. He curls his fingers back into Kuroo's hair again, groaning quietly, his hips swaying forward just a bit but stopping short so he doesn't accidentally choke Kuroo. He only groans around Daichi, tongue flat under his shaft, head bobbing slowly, his nose inhaling deeply every time he sinks in as far as he can take him. Daichi's toes curl in his socks.
It only lasts a few minutes and then Kuroo is pulling back, layering kisses all along Daichi's thighs, his hands sliding behind him to grip his ass, squeezing and pulling. Kuroo is breathing almost as heavily as Daichi is, moaning like he's the one who just got his cock sucked, eyes shut.
"Come on," Daichi murmurs, pulling at Kuroo's hair gently. "Let's go to my room."
"Okay," Kuroo practically whimpers, standing, following Daichi with a hand on his waist to his room.
They don't bother with the light. Daichi pulls off his shirt and crawls on the bed, laying down and scooting all the way to the headboard. Kuroo follows him after he's undressed as well and in the soft moonlight coming through his blinds Daichi looks at him.
"Fuck," Kuroo groans and he's kissing on Daichi's throat. "You're so beautiful, Daichi."
Kuroo rarely calls him by his first name but it has slipped here and there. They're still finding their groove together but Daichi has a feeling this is for forever.
Kuroo continues to kiss down his body, grabbing at Daichi's pecs, squeezing and biting at them in a way that makes Daichi flinch and arch his back. Daichi holds on to Kuroo by his shoulder, biting his lip when Kuroo runs his tongue around his belly button. He's starting to get the feeling Kuroo is determined to kiss every part of him.
His feeling is confirmed when Kuroo kisses even his ankles, lips brushing on the sole of Daichi's feet, toes curling because the way Kuroo's golden eyes flash to Daichi's is making his stomach swoop. There's a heady lust behind his gaze.
He might kill me tonight, Daichi thinks, but finds he doesn't mind. There's worse ways to go. Probably.
When he seems satisfied that he's covered every inch with kisses Kuroo kneels. Daichi lifts his head from the pillows, certain that he's flushed, and his eyes drop down to look at Kuroo.
Oh fuck, Daichi swallows hard, eyes widening just a bit.
Kuroo is... big. Well... Daichi kind of had the feeling he was because sometimes when they were kissing and Daichi would slide into his lap the bulge he pretended not to notice underneath him felt big. Still, he thought it might be like when a piece of popcorn kernel would get stuck behind his teeth and felt huge on his tongue but was actually super small once he managed to wiggle it out. That's definitely not the case.
Not that he thought Kuroo would be super small and honestly he hasn’t even thought about it that much and even if he was there were always really creative ways to get to the end goal right so—
It's not going to fit, he worries for a second and then he can't help the quick snort right after. Well, it might. I got a big ass.
"What?" Kuroo asks, leaning over Daichi with a small smile, kissing his lips for the first time since they came into the room.
"You're big," Daichi admits, leaning up again for another kiss.
"You're thick," Kuroo murmurs into his mouth, his hand wrapping around Daichi, squeezing once.
"Mhm," Daichi groans quietly into Kuroo's mouth and nods. That's true.
It all sort of slows down then. Kuroo grabs the lube and a condom from the drawer Daichi points him to. He opens up Daichi slowly, carefully, his fingers brushing into his prostrate every minute or so to send a jolt of pleasure through Daichi. They kiss the entire time, Daichi's arms looped around Kuroo's shoulders, keeping him close.
"I'm ready," he whispers and Kuroo nods, nipping at his bottom lip.
"So pretty," Kuroo mumbles again and Daichi sighs with a smile.
"So handsome," he throws back, pulling his knees up so he can wrap his legs around Kuroo's waist.
He bottoms out slowly and Daichi feels his heartbeat in his ears. He's letting out little huffs of breath, surprised that he can even manage those because suddenly he can't concentrate on anything.
"I got you," Kuroo whispers and Daichi nods. "I want you to feel good."
"I do," Daichi sighs, clinging to Kuroo, their lips brushing together tenderly as Kuroo gives the first roll of his hips. Daichi's moan hitches in his throat, fingers digging into Kuroo's shoulders.
"Tell me how you like it," Kuroo kisses at Daichi's lips gently, hips snapping once. "Like this? Or like this?"
He switches it up every time he asks, almost giving Daichi puppy eyes... kitten eyes? Daichi had the thought before that Kuroo looked like a cat. He seems so eager to please him and Daichi is going cross eyed at the fact. He pets at Kuroo's hair when he manages to untangle one of his arms from around him and Kuroo nuzzles into his palm like an actual cat would do.
"I can't believe you're letting me do this," Kuroo kisses at Daichi's palm and Daichi's heart practically skips a beat. "You feel so good. So warm and tight... perfect."
Fuck. Daichi is not sure if he can make actual words right now but he sure can't hold back the whines and moans from his throat. Kuroo must be listening carefully to the noises Daichi is making because after a particularly well aimed thrust, Daichi's quiet yes, and his nails digging into Kuroo's shoulders, that's the move Kuroo sticks to.
It's too much, too much, Daichi can't help but think, finally giving into the impulse of shutting his eyes. He pulls at Kuroo's hair, hopefully gently, but if it's not Kuroo doesn't seem to mind. The nails Daichi dug into his shoulder he drags down Kuroo's back, gripping his ass then, pulling him closer every time he thrusts in.
He's not going to last much longer like this and the way they're pressed together makes it so that there's friction on him as well. Kuroo is letting out little sighs and moans of his own now, kisses scattered across Daichi's neck and throat. He's fondling and massaging at one of Daichi's pecs, squeezing, pinching his nipple gently and Daichi is practically seeing stars.
"I'm gonna..." Daichi can't even tell if he made any actual words, it all sounds so garbled to him.
Kuroo seems to understand, lifting his head from Daichi's neck to kiss him instead, aiming every thrust just right until Daichi lets out a chorus of moans and gasps. Kuroo's name joins his quiet groans, broken whimpers at every thrust now that he's coming down and Kuroo is still moving.
"Can I keep going, Daichi?" Kuroo asks, pulling back from Daichi's lips to look at him with those kitten eyes again. "Just a little more? I need a little more."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Daichi thinks he's sobbing but he's not sure.
"Thank you, thank you," Kuroo murmurs, rolling his hips, snapping them forward, pushing Daichi's overstimulation to near pain but he's kind of into that feeling. He's sure he's going to feel Kuroo for days.
He stills eventually, still murmuring quiet praises into Daichi's skin, the press of his lips near reverent if Daichi had to describe it. When he pulls out they both let out quiet whimpers. Daichi feels like his arms and legs are made of jelly so he just lays there while Kuroo takes care of cleaning both of them up.
"Stay with me," Daichi murmurs when Kuroo stands from the bed again. He doesn't know why he feels the need to say it. He's scared Kuroo will think he's not allowed to stay here with him. Scared that he'll wake up tomorrow and half of the bed will be cold and he will be alone.
"I will," Kuroo says back just as softly. "I'll stay."
Daichi rolls over to lay on Kuroo's chest when he finally joins him on the bed. He can hear his heartbeat under his ear, steady, soothing. Daichi feels three words on the tip of his tongue. If he was drunk he might have said them but he thinks it's too soon for that right now.