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Kenma preps himself while Kuroo watches, jaw dropped, slack in awe at how sexy he looks 3 fingers deep in himself.
Curiosity gets the best of him as he reaches forward slowly and wedges one of his own in beside Kenma's, marvelling at just how much Kenma can take. Kenma groans at the intrusion,
"Couldn't—ah—help yourself, Kuroo?"
He's always been a tease.
His eyes squeeze shut, head thrown back, when Kuroo mimics his own movement inside him, curling his finger into the spot that makes him see stars.
"I'm sorry I- Jesus Christ," Kuroo grips the base of his cock to stop from cumming in his pants. Kenma is so soft, and hot, and tight. It's just his finger, but the thought that that's where his dick will be eventually makes him shudder as he pulls it out slowly.
"No, I couldn't. Fuck, you look so gorgeous, kitten. Please, god, tell me you'll be ready soon," he's whining now. Kenma laughs breathlessly at his desperation. It's never been clearer just how much of a virgin his best friend is.
"Down, boy. Give me a sec," he half laughs, half moans as he removes his fingers sloppily.
Kuroo can't take his eyes off of Kenma, still gripping his dick in his pants. Fuck he hopes he can last, at least make it a little good for Kenma.
It's the least he can do, he thinks. He has to make Kenma feel good, too. Kenma offered, practically jumped at the idea when he found out he was still a virgin, to take said v-card.
"What do you mean you've never had sex?!" he had shouted.
"I mean, I've never had sex, Kenma," Kuroo deadpanned, "just never had the time, or met the right person for that matter. I probably need it to be with someone I trust. And school and work have kept me busier than I ever thought possible! Doesn't leave a whole lot of time to find prospects, to go out and meet people, does it? So, Kenma, I've never had sex."
At the time, he didn't think it was that big of a deal. So he's never had sex, so what? It doesn't mean he's any less cool or fun or hot. He's just... inexperienced.
"I—" Kenma starts, after Kuroo had finished his semi-rant, "have sex with me then."
And that is exactly how they ended up where they are now. In Kenma's room, on Kenma's bed, Kuroo hastily shucking off his briefs and jeans to free his aching cock, and Kenma grabbing a condom from the bedside table.
Kuroo tosses his clothes off the bed as Kenma turns back to him, condom in hand.
"I don't... we um.... we don't have to uh, use this if-" Kenma's eyes don't leave Kuroo's crotch as he speaks. Kuroo smirks at Kenma's stuttering. High and mighty facade slipping as he takes in Kuroo's size.
"I lucked out in the genetic lottery, huh?" the taller man simpers as Kenma's blush rises to his ears. He turns away, glaring at the wall.
"That's not– shut up. I've seen bigger."
"Sure, kitten. Is someone a little nervous? Afraid it won't fit? And here I thought I was the virgin." Kuroo snickers.
"Hey, I'm doing you a favor here, aren't I, jackass? Kenma snaps, directing his gaze back to the blocker. "So shut up, lie down, and tell me if you want to use this stupid condom or not!" he chucks the foil wrapper at Kuroo's head, hitting him in the cheek before it flutters to the bed.
Kuroo is a little dumbfounded at the blonde's words. No condom? Shit, feeling Kenma, hot and tight and so so wet, without any barrier?
"Fuckin’-- god no, if you're clean, I don't want to use it."
The heat floods back into the tiny bedroom.
"I'm clean. Lay on your back"
Kuroo wilts a bit. How is he supposed to fuck anything from this position? Kenma notices, because of course he does, and explains,
"I'm going to ride you, idiot. I'm not letting you hump me like some puppy that can't control itself when your dick is that big. I'm in charge for now," he rolls his eyes and places his hand on Kuroo's bare chest, pushing lightly. Kuroo, excitement renewed at the thought of Kenma bouncing on his cock, goes willingly.
His back hits the mattress with a small 'oof,' and Kenma immediately straddles him. The setter spreads his legs and drops down slightly. He grabs for the lube and squirts some on his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it.
He reaches behind him and grips Kuroo in his hand. Kuroo lets out a hiss at the feeling. Kenma's hand is so different from his own, so much smaller, calloused in different places, and honestly kind of cold. But fuck if it doesn't feel so much better.
"Ready to lose your virginity?" Kenma teases as he lines himself up with Kuroo.
"Don't be a smartass, oh fuck—"
Kenma sinks down in one go, and suddenly Kuroo is enveloped in the tightest heat he's ever felt. His eyes roll back, and his mouth hangs open at the feeling of Kenma surrounding him. Kenma bracing himself on his chest, Kenma sucking him in like he was made to take cock, Kenma, Kenma,
“Kenma,” he practically sobs.
"Shit, I should've used four fingers, Kuroo, you're so big," the blonde grits out through clenched teeth. Kuroo can't hear him over the blood rushing in his ears.
The world is still for a moment as they both adjust to the feeling, though Kuroo is more so trying not to cum immediately, effectively ending his virginity loss way too soon. Kenma tests his comfort, lifting his hips slightly and dropping back down. Kuroo grabs his thigh tightly as his eyes snap open.
"Kenma... Kenma, please, please don't move– god, you're so– shit, just give me a second, I need a minute."
Kenma obliges, still adjusting to the feeling himself, but he can't resist the urge to take a jab.
"Gonna blow your load that soon, Kuroo?" He shifts his hips in little circular motions, and Kuroo whines.
"Don't want it to be over already," he pants out. Kenma's movements are already pushing him back to the edge.
Kuroo's grip on Kenma's thighs tightens as he fights off cumming, and the teasing smirk on Kenma's normally passive face only makes it worse.
“You’re really hanging by a thread, huh?” Kenma murmurs as he leans in, lips brushing over Kuroo's ear. “Such a virgin. Can't even last a minute. It’s kinda cute.”
Kuroo groans. “You’re evil.”
Kenma chuckles, then lifts his hips again, higher this time, and sinks down a little faster.
“Kenma,” Kuroo breathes out, trembling. “Kitten, slow down." Kenma’s hands move up his chest, scratching lightly. “Guess I’ll take my time then, gotta make it memorable, right?"
And he does, setting an insanely slow pace, dragging every sound out of Kuroo's throat, loving every twitch of the cock inside him.
Kuroo knows he won't last much longer, not that it's been very long anyway. Curse virginity.
And, again, Kenma knows. He presses a kiss just under Kuroo's jaw and whispers, “You can come, Tetsurou, come for me" Kuroo breaks; his given name on Kenma's lips is the final straw.
He finishes with a groan, and Kenma gasps as the warmth of Kuroo's release fills him nearly to the brim.
The only sound left in the room is the blocker's heavy breathing, the occasional whimper he can’t hold back, and his own heartbeat in his ears.
As he comes down, he still feels the tension in Kenma. The way his breath keeps catching, the way he looks like he wants to keep going, even as Kuroo starts to soften inside of him. Circling his hips ever so slightly.
“Wait,” he murmurs, half-drained from his orgasm "you didn’t..."
Kenma whimpers and stops his movement, huffs, and brushes sweaty hair from Kuroo’s face.
“It wasn't about me."
Kuroo blinks up at him. Kenma is too stubborn. “That's not my point.”
He slips out of Kenma carefully and shifts. Rolling them until Kenma is the one under him, he yelps in surprise, and before he can protest, Kuroo’s hand slides between them to Kenma's cock.
He kisses over the setter's throat lazily, while his hand works in slow, sure strokes. At least he knows how to do this part well. Kenma gasps, one hand flies to Kuroo's shoulder, and the other buries itself in his hair.
“Kuroo, you don't have to—” he whimpers.
“I wanna,” Kuroo pants, “You did this for me. Let me do this for you.” Of course, he couldn't forget his promise to himself; he had to make this good for Kenma too.
Kenma tries to keep it together, being the experienced one between the two, but he’s so sensitive already; Kuroo was so big and pressed all the right buttons. It doesn't help that he can feel his cum running down his own thighs.
He squirms under Kuroo, keening as his whole body shakes and he finishes between them, coating Kuroo's hand in his spend.
They collapse together, sticky and sweaty and too tired to care.
Kuroo brushes his clean thumb across Kenma's cheek, grinning, “Now we’re even.”
Kenma barks out a laugh, his eyes drooping. “You’re such a jerk”
Kuroo doesn't take it personally, he can hear the fondness dripping from the words.
"Hey, you're the one who offered! Now, thanks to you, I can no longer say I'm a virgin."
It's silent then, as they bask in their post orgasm glow. Kuroo thought it might be awkward, being like this with his best friend, but it's not. Honestly, it just feels right. It feels like he wants to do it again.
Like, he wants to keep doing it forever.
After a moment, Kenma speaks again, quieter than before, “I didn't offer just because you were a virgin.”
Kuroo is shaken from his thoughts and shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, looking at Kenma with curious eyes. "What do you mean?”
He looks up, blushing, “I mean, it was selfish. I’m kind of like… in love with you? I just didn’t think you liked me and that being your friend was all I'd get. But when you said you wanted it to be someone you trust, I just— I couldn’t let it be anyone else.”
Kuroo stares, heart pounding, processing.
“You've been in love with me? You offered to take my virginity because you're in love with me? Since when!?" Kuroo can’t hold back his baffled laughter.
Kenma nods, maybe a little guilty. “Yeah. Since maybe forever.”
Suddenly it all makes sense. Every feeling he has had for Kenma falls into place.
"Kenma, you absolute idiot. I wouldn't give my v-card to just anybody, you know. But I– I'm an idiot too, though I think," he laughs, loud and full-bellied now.
Kenma shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “I guess I didn't want to assume.”
Kuroo catches his breath and leans in towards Kenma’s face.
“You should’ve,” He whispers, then kisses him. Slow and deep and full of all the feelings he couldn’t figure out before fucking his best friend, apparently.
When they pull apart, Kuroo rubs his nose against Kenma's and stares into hopeful brown eyes. Oh, how stupid they've both been. "I think, no, I know, I’m in love with you too. I just didn’t know how to place the feeling, right, or how to explain it.”
The setter's hand covers his mouth as he holds back a small laugh. “You kinda just did.” he rests his head on Kuroo's chest.
"I kinda did, didn't I?" Kuroo half holds back his own chuckle.
They stay there tangled, sticky, and happy. just two idiots who took way too long, and are now finally on the same page.
Virginity kinda rocks.