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The first time Kuroo watches one of Kenma's streams, it's sort of an accident. He wasn't looking for porn, he just wanted to get better at playing Call of Duty and thought maybe it would help to watch someone else play. Later, he can't recall exactly what it was that he searched, but somehow he stumbled onto Kenma's website right at the start of a stream.
"Hey, everyone. For anyone new, I'm Kodzuken," he says, looking into the camera, "I hope you enjoy the show."
Kodzuken smirks, and Kuroo thinks that he's awfully attractive. Well, that's nice.
Kodzuken changes the stream view so the screen is half COD and half him. It's a little bit of an unusual setup, Kuroo is used to seeing streamers minimize their webcam to the corner of the screen, but he doesn't mind looking at this pretty boy alongside the first person shooter view.
It quickly becomes clear to Kuroo that Kodzuken is way out of his league. Kuroo wonders if he plays on any Esports teams, because the number of headshots he's witnessing is definitely not normal.
Kenma fans himself with his hand, "It's so hot in here," he says, "My air conditioning has been out all day."
Kuroo wonders why he's wearing a hoodie if it's so hot.
"I'll just take this off," Kodzuken says.
He pulls the hoodie off. His top underneath is a bit like a girl's school blouse.
Interesting, Kuroo thinks. It does suit him, but it's very unlike the loose hoodie he had been wearing.
Kodzuken angles the camera down a bit, "I think the webcam moved," he says.
Kuroo's eyebrows jump up. Kodzuken is wearing a schoolgirl skirt as well. And thigh highs. That...is definitely unusual. Kodzuken tucks a leg underneath himself and Kuroo's eyes are immediately glued to the sliver of thigh peeking out from the top of one of the tight thigh highs.
Kodzuken joins a new game.
He's absolutely dominating again, but the temperature in his place really must be boiling, if the way he keeps moving his hair to one side and fanning himself is any indication.
He undoes the top two buttons of his blouse. Kuroo is barely watching the game anymore if he's being honest.
He undoes two more. Kuroo swallows. Is it okay for this to be happening?
He undoes two more and Kuroo's eyes go wide. Underneath the top, Kodzuken is wearing pretty lingerie.
Kodzuken looks into the camera and runs a hand down the side of his neck and down his open blouse suggestively, "I'm going to switch the stream to subscribers only now. If you want to see me keep playing..." he smirks and points to the side and a list of sub tiers and their prices pop up.
Kuroo has never subscribed to anything so fast in his life. He doesn't exactly know what's going on, but he definitely wants to see where this goes.
"Thank you for the subs, StrawberryPie, FoxyBoi7, HornyOwl, EagleEyes1, ThatSeksiLittleLibero, and KuroNeko," Kodzuken says with a grin, "I'm glad you're all enjoying the show so far."
Kuroo nods enthusiastically as though Kodzuken can see him. He has to admit, there's a weird thrill to hearing Kodzuken say his name.
Kodzuken leaves the game on the lobby screen and sets his controller down, "I know what you dirty little freaks want," he says, undoing his last buttons and taking his shirt off completely. He tucks both knees underneath himself and lifts himself up in his chair, sliding his skirt up along his thighs.
"Biggest donation during the next game gets to pick the toy to distract me with," he says shamelessly.
It's an obvious money-grab, and Kuroo doesn't care. He can't believe where this stream has gone. This pretty twink isn't just crazy good at games, he's a whore for his audience. Kuroo loves it.
Kodzuken picks up a dildo, "We have pink monster-cock," he picks up another, "Tentacle friend," he picks up the next, "Glass," he picks up a buttplug, "And vibrating plug."
He hesitates for a moment and then picks up one last one, "I do also have this fleshlight, but I'm partial to anal play," he says. "Anyway! Let's start the next game."
Kuroo is getting hard just from the anticipation at this point. Donations start flashing up in the corner of the screen like an auction, raising in value mostly, but with an occasional donation presumably just because. He can't really justify spending the amount it would take to win, but Fuck it, he thinks, he can spare ten bucks.
It's not the winner by a long shot. Kuroo presses his lips together, disappointed even though he wasn't really trying. Maybe next time he'll actually try to win. He makes decent money after all. Kuroo leans back in his desk chair. No sense in not enjoying the show right now. He pushes a hand down his sweatpants, rubbing himself through his boxer briefs.
"And our winner is FoxyBoi7, congrats first time subbie," Kodzuken says. "What do you choose?"
Kuroo taps on the chat and sees an influx of messages as everyone tries to convince the winner to pick their choice.
"You want the plug?" Kodzuken says, "You got it FoxyBoi. I'll just make sure I'm stretched enough," he grins and turns around in the chair on his knees.
Kodzuken looks over his shoulder with a smirk and pushes his skirt up to reveal his lack of underwear. Kuroo takes a sharp inhale as the blood rushes from his brain to his cock.
Kodzuken must have a bottle of lube because there's a click and then a moment later, his shiny fingers appear. He strokes his fingers over his hole with a little hum.
"You love this don't you?" Kodzuken says, looking straight into the lens, as if he's talking to Kuroo directly.
He pushes one finger inside, the lube oozing around it, and then draws it back and pushes three fingers inside at once with a heavy groan.
Kuroo's eyes are glued to his screen. He squeezes at the tip of his cock, not wanting to miss whatever is coming next by rushing his orgasm. Kodzuken moans softly as he slides his own fingers in and out making a show of the way he tips his head back, his long hair spilling down his back.
Kuroo watches as he pulls his fingers out just enough to squeeze the last one in with a moan. He spreads his fingers apart, turning away finally.
"Yeah, I think I'm stretched enough," he says.
Kuroo can hear the smirk in his voice and it makes him laugh. He doesn't know if this boy is a brat or a sadist, but either way, he's playing his audience for the fools they are, Kuroo included.
"Yeah," Kuroo murmurs to himself. "I think so."
Kodzuken picks up the plug. There's another click as he presumably lubes up the toy and then he places the toy at his entrance. He pushes it in with a groan in one clean press until it's settled inside of him. When it's firmly in place, he gives it a little wiggle. When he turns around, his cheeks are a little pink, probably not from embarrassment but from the stimulation, but Kuroo thinks it makes him look really cute regardless.
"I'm not really in the mood to make a mess," Kodzuken says, standing up and unhooking his bra, "So I'll just take these off."
He takes the bra off and tosses it somewhere off camera. Then, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his skirt and pushes it down and steps out of it, leaving him completely, shamelessly, naked. Kuroo's eyes go straight to his stiff dick, pink and shiny at the tip. Kodzuken sits back down finally, pressing his lips together when the chair presses the plug inside of him. He looks tiny in his giant gaming chair without any clothes on. He picks up a little remote, looks into the camera, and presses a button.
He gasps softly and then breathes out a soft, "Ohh," his mouth going slack for a moment before he gathers himself to speak again. His voice is breathy and he's grinning, "And now we see how long I can keep winning."
At first, Kodzuken does really well. In fact, apart from his breath turning a little shaky from time to time, he might as well not have anything up his ass from the way his gameplay is unaffected. But between each game, he turns up the vibe with his little remote.
"Oh, fuck," he gasps after the third game. His fingers shake as he goes to press each button, his aim a little off. He laughs breathily, "Fuck, I know the point is for me to lose at some point, but I really don't want to."
Kuroo laughs, he's been slowly stroking himself to the way Kodzuken is steadily falling apart.
Kodzuken runs a hand through his hair and clenches his fist in the strands with a groan, "Oh no."
Kuroo's cock twitches in his grasp.
Kodzuken is still doing well relative to Kuroo, but it's clear that he's struggling to maintain his focus. He rocks back and forth slightly, moving the plug inside of him, Kuroo looks at the precum running down Kodzuken's dick and then realizes that his mouth is hanging open a little. He closes it and swallows.
"Oh, no no no," Kodzuken says softly, still moving his hips.
An enemy player rounds the corner and Kodzuken misses four shots. Kuroo's hand speeds up as Kodzuken groans, looking completely undone. The enemy hits him with a headshot.
"No!" Kodzuken throws his head back against his chair and drops his controller, "Fuck, okay...fuck," he moans.
He drags a hand down his throat, Kuroo's eyes are stuck on the way it just lightly squeezes, his other hand moving to tickle over his nipple. Kodzuken gasps softly, his eyes closed.
Finally, he takes his hand down to his cock. He strokes it tightly, firmly, moaning, biting his lip, messing up his hair, putting on a show, which is, in short, extremely effective. There's no doubt though that he's genuinely close, because his breath stutters, and it only takes a few more strokes, quick, long strokes, and then he's groaning loudly, splashing onto his stomach and chest and over his hand. He milks himself for all he has and then collapses into his massive chair with a sigh, looking filthy and tiny and messy.
Kuroo groans at the view, stroking himself quickly to completion, spilling over his hand with a little grunt, his lips pressed together.
"Well," Kodzuken says on screen, looking relaxed, "That's that."
He stands up, ignoring the mess on his body, looking perfectly confident and comfortable, even now.
"Thanks for watching, daddy. I hope you'll join me next time."
The stream ends, leaving a few simple words on the screen, "Your donations are appreciated <3" followed by Kodzuken's stream schedule.
Kuroo hovers in the chip aisle, trying to decide if he should really be getting junk food or if it would nullify his workout regime. He's really leaning towards Fuck it, what's the point of working out if I can't even have chips sometimes, when a small person ducks in front of him to grab a bag, muttering a little, "Sorry."
"You're good," Kuroo says, glancing at him. An exclamation point bursts in Kuroo's brain.
"Oh!" he says, "It's you!"
Kodzuken looks at him, startled.
"What?" he says, shrinking into his oversized hoodie.
He's shockingly shy, Kuroo thinks.
"I saw-" it suddenly occurs to Kuroo that he really shouldn't be outing this person's job in a grocery store. "...you're really good at Call of Duty," he says.
"Oh," Kodzuken fidgets with his basket. "Uh, thanks."
"Sorry," Kuroo laughs nervously, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just...started the sentence before I really thought about it," he runs a sheepish hand through his hair.
Kodzuken bites his lip, and a flash of him biting his lip the previous night as he stroked his own cock appears in Kuroo's head.
"It's okay," Kodzuken says hesitantly, "I've just never had someone actually admit to...recognizing me."
They both stand there in the chip aisle, looking at each other. Kuroo suddenly remembers his manners, he's seen this guy's dick and yet he hasn't even introduced himself.
He sticks out his hand, "Oh! Um, I'm Kuroo. Tetsuro."
Kodzuken takes the offered hand in his very small one.
"Kozume Kenma," he says, and then squeezes his eyes shut like he's regretting it. He sighs, "I'm a fucking idiot," he says under his breath.
"I promise I'm not like, a weird stalker?" Kuroo says with another nervous laugh. "I'm uh, KuroNeko? Listen, I didn't even know what your stream was when I found it, I was just looking for COD streamers, and then you were really good and I...um..." Kuroo trails off as he realizes he's rambling.
"Okay. Um. You can call me Kenma," Kenma's mouth is tilting up at one corner, like he finds Kuroo amusing.
Kuroo smiles back, wide and relieved. Kenma looked down at their still grasped hands.
"Oh! Right!" Kuroo swiftly takes his hand back.
Kenma looks at him for a moment like he's studying him with a tiny grin, "You're pretty cute," he says finally, "I'll see you around, Kuro."
Kuroo's face goes very very warm, and he watches Kenma walk away from him and disappear around the corner.
"Oh. Cool," he breathes. "Cool, cool, cool."
He grins and grabs a bag of chips.