( there is, of course, akaashi's virginity to consider.
which, for the record, he doesn't until his cockhead is brushing kuroo's cheek, and he's struck by how odd it feels, how good it feels, different to all other vices of orgasm. kuroo's mouth is certainly a good way to go out, although he's confused if he's thinking about climax or actually keeling over and dying, because both seem on par with each other at this point. he has nothing to compare it to, but it's incomparable for reasons more than that — it's kuroo and his kittenish licks, his loud mouth, it's kuroo, handsome and charming kuroo, and it finally sets in, somewhat
i'm into you, too. have been for a while now.
fuck. akaashi's hand stays threaded through kuroo's hair, mashed and folded as he is on the floor, there's no real discomfort despite his partly withheld wriggles and whines beneath him, trying to be an easy canvass for kuroo to enjoy. he's mostly unsuccessful. the hot suction of kuroo's mouth is too tempting not to buck into every time akaashi forgets himself, apologizing with soothing fingers whenever he does, although kuroo's bruising grip mostly keeps him in plac. there's a great contradiction laying somewhere inside him, the ultimate benefits of staring at kuroo's wet mouth or not looking — caught between wanting to watch and not wanting to embarrass himself by making a mess approximately thirty seconds into a blowjob.
he can't not look, though. regardless of how shy he might feel, or how wanton the blush across his cheeks looks, he can't help himself, acting as if tonight is the only night in the world and if he doesn't get to hear the slobbering noises of kuroo choking on his cock, then he'll never get the chance to again. he tries to be a silent lover, but he fails — over sensitivity will do that, and for every flick of his tongue or small suck, there's a subsequent moan out of akaashi's mouth, loud in an otherwise silent room.
he gets very close far too fast. somewhat roughly, he tugs kuroo's hair, willing his attention upwards. )
Ah — Kuroo. Kuroo. You have to —
( akaashi's thighs quake so hard with impeding orgasm that it hurts, but he still finds the restraint to stop himself, biting hard enough on his own lip that it smears red outside of the lines. reaching haphazardly out, he fetches the kitty bag and pulls out the aforementioned lube, somewhat awkwardly handing it out to kuroo. )
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which, for the record, he doesn't until his cockhead is brushing kuroo's cheek, and he's struck by how odd it feels, how good it feels, different to all other vices of orgasm. kuroo's mouth is certainly a good way to go out, although he's confused if he's thinking about climax or actually keeling over and dying, because both seem on par with each other at this point. he has nothing to compare it to, but it's incomparable for reasons more than that — it's kuroo and his kittenish licks, his loud mouth, it's kuroo, handsome and charming kuroo, and it finally sets in, somewhat
i'm into you, too. have been for a while now.
fuck. akaashi's hand stays threaded through kuroo's hair, mashed and folded as he is on the floor, there's no real discomfort despite his partly withheld wriggles and whines beneath him, trying to be an easy canvass for kuroo to enjoy. he's mostly unsuccessful. the hot suction of kuroo's mouth is too tempting not to buck into every time akaashi forgets himself, apologizing with soothing fingers whenever he does, although kuroo's bruising grip mostly keeps him in plac. there's a great contradiction laying somewhere inside him, the ultimate benefits of staring at kuroo's wet mouth or not looking — caught between wanting to watch and not wanting to embarrass himself by making a mess approximately thirty seconds into a blowjob.
he can't not look, though. regardless of how shy he might feel, or how wanton the blush across his cheeks looks, he can't help himself, acting as if tonight is the only night in the world and if he doesn't get to hear the slobbering noises of kuroo choking on his cock, then he'll never get the chance to again. he tries to be a silent lover, but he fails — over sensitivity will do that, and for every flick of his tongue or small suck, there's a subsequent moan out of akaashi's mouth, loud in an otherwise silent room.
he gets very close far too fast. somewhat roughly, he tugs kuroo's hair, willing his attention upwards. )
Ah — Kuroo. Kuroo. You have to —
( akaashi's thighs quake so hard with impeding orgasm that it hurts, but he still finds the restraint to stop himself, biting hard enough on his own lip that it smears red outside of the lines. reaching haphazardly out, he fetches the kitty bag and pulls out the aforementioned lube, somewhat awkwardly handing it out to kuroo. )
Do you want to — ?