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Kuroo had never really been the self depreciating type. He was anxious for sure, and perhaps a little too hard on himself, but most of that had melted away during his time as Nekoma's team captain. He had his underclassmen depending on him and his team right behind him, so it only felt natural to rise to the occasion.
It didn't exactly feel like a confidence, no, he wouldn't call it that. The pressure was most of what kept him together, so it was easy to fall into his role. He was strong, tough, dependable. All the things an omega wasn't, and that was fine, because Kuroo Tetsurou was a beta.
There was nothing notable about him. He had a pretty average sex drive, complete with absolutely zero pheromone cycles, or breeding seasons, or any of the annoying horny stuff his peers had to deal with. He jerked off... at what felt like a normal frequency, but then again, maybe he was below average in that department. He wouldn't have been surprised.
Kuroo nudged Bokuto with his shoulder. “Hey, how often do you jerk off?”
“Twice, maybe three times a day.” Okay that was pretty normal. “Way more if my rut is coming up though,” Bokuto finished— and there it was, the sole thing that made Kuroo feel worlds away from his boyfriend.
Bokuto was an alpha. He could do infinitely better than Kuroo (who was really just Some Dude compared to him). Sure, they were both captains of their high school teams and both managed to get scholarship offers from Nittaidai, but that was all just coincidence. Kuroo was a middle blocker. Bokuto on the other hand, he was the star on the court; the one who got all the cheers and recognition (and rightfully deserved it all).
Kuroo couldn’t get the thought out of his head: what was Bokuto even doing with him?
Bokuto drummed his fingers against his knee impatiently. The two of them had been sitting on the floor of their apartment after practice, letting their muscles cool down while finishing their homework for the day. He looked toward Kuroo, pouting as he saw his sharp hazel eyes still focused on his textbook. “Are you almost done with your reading yet?”
Kuroo snapped away from his spiraling thoughts. He hadn't even realized he was stuck on the same sentence, but neither did his hyperattentive boyfriend, so that didn't seem like much of a problem. “Almost done? Almost is kind of a vague word, babe.”
Bokuto shrugged away his chatter. “What are you even saying? Are you done yet or not?”
Kuroo shut his textbook with his notebook still between the pages, marking his spot in the chapter. “No, but I think I'm gonna go cross-eyed if I read any more.” He had a feeling Bokuto was in one of his clingy moods today, because he took the book from Kuroo's hands to place on the side table next to the couch.
“Come relax with me instead then!”
Kuroo knew exactly where this was going. He chuckled, shooting Bokuto with a suspicious side eye. “Relaxing? Is that what we're calling it now?”
“Uh, yeah. It is.” He responded with a strong matter-of-fact tone. “You're gonna relax after going to a bunch of classes and learning a bunch of things— oh, and you went to practice after that too. I'm spoiling you and there's nothing you can do about it.”
Kuroo raised an eyebrow, the sudden urge to be difficult welling up inside of him. “I should probably finish that chapter though.”
“Nope! Mh-mmm,” Bokuto hummed distastefully and shook his head. Kuroo pushed himself up to reach for his textbook, but Bokuto grabbed it first to keep it out of his grasp. “No more reading, I wanna mess around already! You've been busy enough all day!”
“Aha! So you just want me for my body, is that it? And here I thought your intentions were chaste and pure.”
“Shut up! Stop being difficult already,” Bokuto laughed, cheeks hurting as he dropped the book back on the table and wrestled Kuroo to the ground to keep him from returning to his homework. After a small bit of going back and forth, Bokuto pinned him down. Kuroo couldn't help but be hyper aware of how easily he was overpowered. They worked out together and played the same sport, but still, Kuroo would never stand a chance against Bokuto physically. It was just one of those things about alphas and betas.
A sudden heat seared beneath his skin as strong hands held his wrists down against the carpet. Kuroo swore he could have felt his heartbeat in his throat from the way Bokuto beamed down at him with a sharp glint in his eye.
“Hi,” Bokuto sighed out. His face was rosy, a smile spreading high on his cheeks and into the corners of his eyes.
“Hi there.” Kuroo met his smile, grinning dopily at him. “Come around here often?”
Bokuto stole a kiss for himself and Kuroo couldn’t help from laughing into it, the giddiness of it all bubbling up inside of him. He met his alpha for the next kiss, and the next, and soon they had long forgotten who started it.
Bokuto released his boyfriend’s wrists. He made better use of his hands by tracing his fingers across the muscles of his arms to feel down his chest, revealing in the heat of his flushed skin. Kuroo draped an arm around the back of the alpha’s neck to pull him closer, fingers tangling into Bokuto’s silver hair as he nipped at his lower lip, desperate for more.
The flurry of kisses melted into long, opened mouthed ones that had Kuroo arching into Bokuto’s touch. Bokuto traced his hands over the sensitive, ticklish spots along Kuroo’s sides before digging his fingers into the small of his waist to pull the beta flush against his body.
Kuroo's thoughts slipped away into a lovestricken mist. He managed breaths whenever he was able to, the two of them unable to get enough of each other. Bokuto whined softly as he furthered his task of feeling Kuroo up. His hands moved lower, exploratory in their movements until they grabbed a hold of his firm ass.
Kuroo’s breath stuttered out. He broke away to take a proper breath, desperate for his lungs to catch up with the rest of him; but Bokuto was just as quick, pressing their hips close to feel the heat of his erection against his own.
“Ah— fu-ck.” Kuroo’s eyes fell closed as he groaned deep in his chest. The friction was more than he was used to, and it was riling him up unfairly quickly.
Bokuto pulled back slightly to look at him with wide eyes; taking in the way Kuroo’s chest heaved with each breath, his racing heart turning his skin rosy and flushed under the alpha’s intense attention. “That sound you just made was really cute,” Bokuto pointed out. “Do you like this? You like rubbing against me while I hold you down?”
It took all of Kuroo’s willpower to pull himself off the ground, propping up on his elbows. “What gives you that idea?”
“Gee, I dunno.” Bokuto rolled his hips down against Kuroo— who yelped, arching his back as he stuttered out another surprised moan. “Maybe the fact that you’re turning into a puddle under me.”
He laughed so warmly that it made a heat pool in Kuroo’s core. “W-wait—”
“Don’t wanna,” Bokuto decisively said. He leaned forward to meet his boyfriend’s lips again, peppering him with soft kisses until Kuroo got the hint and opened his mouth, allowing Bokuto to steal his breath away. Slowly, the alpha eased him back to the ground, reaching beneath Kuroo to grope his ass and reposition his hips to find a better angle between them. “It’s obvious you’re into it, so just let me make you feel good. It feels good, right?”
Kuroo whimpered as their clothed cocks made contact again. He nodded shyly, not trusting his voice. He didn’t realize he was biting his lip until Bokuto kissed him again, his strong arms braced on the ground beside Kuroo’s head as they made out.
Bokuto dug his feet into the carpet for leverage as he found a quick rhythm, his hips dragging against Kuroo’s on each thrust. He moaned into his boyfriend’s mouth, and Kuroo shuddered as his heart threatened to hammer out of his chest.
He dug his fingers into Bokuto’s shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing as he felt something inside him becoming too much to bear. Whether he tried to push him away or pull him closer was lost on him— because Kuroo gasped into the kiss, his breath hitching in his breath as he tensed up and came into his jeans.
The euphoria washed over him quickly, intensely, and was followed by a humiliating dread as he felt the warmth pooling in his underwear.
Bokuto pulled back, but stayed on top of him. Kuroo made the decision to keep his eyes closed for a while. The only thing on his mind was how badly he wanted the ground to swallow him up. He felt the way Bokuto shifted again, only for his fingers to find their way back to the ticklish spot along Kuroo’s waist.
Kuroo begrudgingly cracked an eye open to find his boyfriend beaming down at him with the same intensity as the morning sun. His eyes were hot and heavy, matching the way Bokuto’s breath was coming out in shallow, low pants.
Kuroo clammed up immediately. He always felt suspiciously close to prey when Bokuto looked at him like that. As downright sexy as Bokuto was, Kuroo just couldn’t ignore the obvious facts. The guy was an alpha. Kuroo wasn’t built to take his… anatomy.
He laughed awkwardly, patting his boyfriend on the shoulder to defuse the situation. “You’re gonna bore a hole through me if you stare so hard. I need to get cleaned up, so come on.”
Bokuto didn’t budge. “One more kiss and I’ll get off.”
“You’re seriously extorting me in this situation? There’s cum in my pants, babe. No need to kick a man while he’s already down.”
The alpha laughed heartily, stealing one last quick kiss before releasing Kuroo, giving him the space to get up. “I should probably take a shower.” A cold shower is the part Bokuto doesn’t say aloud, but Kuroo knew it was there. It was implied; the silent part that still made his boyfriend feel bad about it anyways.
It was an unfortunate situation, really. Kuroo was horny. He was into Bokuto. By god, he was so fucking horny; but at the exact same time, the idea of trying to take a knot made him mind-numbingly anxious. Kuroo just… wasn’t exactly sure how the whole sex thing would work between them. Betas didn’t self lubricate. They weren’t built to be flexible or stretchy like omegas were, and if the sight of Bokuto’s hefty erection in his gym shorts was any indicator, his knot was likely just as impressive.
Kuroo was still only a freshman in university. He didn’t want to die before his life even began.
Their relationship was still new, only a few months old, but Kuroo couldn’t help but mourn the incoming breakup. Bokuto was the kind of guy who could get anyone— any man, woman, or omega he could possibly want. There were so many fish in the sea other than Kuroo Tetsurou, and it was only a matter of time until someone else managed to catch his boyfriend’s eye.
How long would Bokuto put up with a partner that refused to put out? How much time did they have left? Would they break up before they even left the honeymoon phase? Certainly, Kuroo was too anxious and ordinary to keep such an impressive guy from looking for the nearest omega as soon as his rut came along to set his instincts back on the right path.
He refocused on the sound of the shower being turned on in the bathroom. He was still laid out on the ground, left alone after Bokuto darted away to cool off, or jerk off, or whatever he was using this sudden shower to cover up.
Kuroo grimaced at the now-cold wet spot in the front of his jeans as he dragged himself off the ground. He unbuttoned his pants, kicking them off into the corner of his bedroom. They only had the single bathroom in their university apartment, so he knocked on the door a couple times before heading in to dampen a washcloth in the sink.
Bokuto was concealed from view by the shower curtain. Idly, Kuroo pictured a braver version of himself stripping off his clothes to hop into the shower with him.
Kuroo, by all accounts, wasn’t really a brave guy. He left the bathroom as quickly as he entered, darting back into the privacy of his room to clean himself up. Once he finished with the washcloth, he grabbed the sweatpants he had worn to sleep last night and put them back on.
His chest ached as he collapsed onto the edge of his bed, wondering what self-respecting alpha would willingly date a beta? It wasn’t like Bokuto had a lack of options. He was the hottest guy on their university’s volleyball team. The season was still too early for any inter-school games, but he probably had some fans already. Maybe one of the cutsie, curvy omegas in their major. Statistically, at least one of them had to be a volleyball fan.
Kuroo leaned back, allowing himself to fall flat on his mattress. He kind of wanted to rot away and disappear. He wanted to pretend the ground swallowed him up, since it so kindly didn’t when he asked earlier— but a few minutes later, Bokuto was done with his shower and back at Kuroo’s side, smiling at him with that stupid sweet face that made Kuroo feel weak in the knees.
“Babe, did you wanna go get dinner tonight? I’m starving!”
Well… Kuroo would be an idiot to say no to free food. “Yeah, I could eat. Let’s go.”
It was so early. Unfairly early. Kuroo had really come to regret signing up for an eight o’clock accounting class, but there was little he could do about it this far into the semester. He thought it would be easy to start his day so early since he was already used to it, but now he was just awake, and being forced to do advanced math before his brain had a chance to get the memo.
He was heading away from campus, having the next few hours blocked out of his day and preferring to spend it at home while Bokuto was still all sleepy and adorable in the morning. Initially, he worked it into his schedule as a homework period. But since they started dating, Kuroo couldn’t remember the last time he actually used it for studying.
The pedestrian signal lit up and Kuroo crossed the intersection. On the other side of the street, he walked past a restaurant with dark windows. He could see his reflection pretty clearly in them, and found his eyes lingering on the angles and strong muscles of his body at every possible glance.
He was tall and broad. Not nearly as broad as Bokuto, but still, pretty broad. Lanky too. Kuroo walked past a fashionable omega woman on the sidewalk, and he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on her next.
Idly, he wondered if Bokuto would prefer someone that looked more like her instead. Someone… smaller. Cuter, maybe. He wasn’t sure what Bokuto deserved the most, but it had to be someone capable of giving him what he really wanted in a relationship.
Kuroo sighed heavily, feeling his mood drop and his anxieties skyrocket once more. He really, really wished he was able to do something like that himself.
Back at their apartment, Kuroo couldn’t help but hesitate at the door. Negative thoughts pooled, flooding his mind with questions of what Bokuto truly thought of him. When the two of them began dating a few months ago, Kuroo had absolutely no idea he would end up so lost in his head as a result of their relationship.
He put on his best Normal Face™ before unlocking the door and stepping inside. Bokuto popped up from where he was reclining on the couch, his expression lighting up.
“Welcome baaaaack! I missed you, how did your class go?”
Kuroo removed his shoes and put his school bag on one of the coat hooks, keeping it close for when he had to leave for his next class. “I find myself with a new enemy and his name is managerial accounting. Early morning classes should be labeled a war crime.”
Bokuto giggled at his dramatics, sitting up to make space for him on the couch. He always got to laze around on Wednesdays since he only had afternoon lessons. “Taking an eight am class is insane and you know that.”
“Yeah, now I know it.” Kuroo walked over to sit next to his boyfriend, leaning back on the cushions. At such close vicinity, he couldn’t help but admire Bokuto’s body, his physique, the way his heavy cock just casually left such a distinct shadow in his grey sweatpants that it was basically fucking pornographic.
Almost like he could read his mind, Bokuto leaned over, closing the space between them on the couch. “Hey, hey, Kuroo? Babe?”
“What is it, Bokuto?”
“I want a kiss.”
Kuroo laughed softly, endeared by his simple antics. He gave him a quick peck on the lips and Bokuto pulled him back, pouting determinedly.
“C’mon, Tetsu. A real one,” he insisted.
Kuroo had been tense from his worries at first, but as Bokuto peppered him with sweet kisses, his soft lips never able to be away from him for long, Kuroo felt the stressors melting away from his thoughts. The tension dropped from his shoulders, and Bokuto twisted his fingers in the belt loops of Kuroo’s jeans to drag him closer.
Kuroo laughed, using a hand to brace himself on the back of the couch as Bokuto pulled him up and into his lap. From this new perch, Kuroo widened his legs to get comfortable and put his hands on both sides of Bokuto’s cheeks to bring him back into a deep kiss.
He knew he was getting into this way too quickly. It was so easy to get caught up in the moment when it came to Bokuto; always there, always excitable, always more than happy to get distracted with Kuroo and make out until their breath went thin.
Bokuto made a sound low in his chest, a growl, as he stroked a hand up Kuroo’s back. He traced it all the way up his spine, up between his shoulder blades to tease at the sensitive spot at the nape of his neck. They had discovered that one a couple weeks ago, when Kuroo made a sound so embarrassing it kept him awake at night for an entire weekend.
Today, that spot made Kuroo whimper pathetically, a sound that Bokuto devoured as soon as it left his kiss-bitten lips. He seriously needed to pull himself together. He was about to get carried away again, and he couldn’t handle something like that so soon after his… premature embarrassment from the other day.
Kuroo forced an awkward laugh and swatted his boyfriend’s hand away, trying to suppress an oversensitive shudder. “Okay, okay. C’mon, big guy, let’s not get carried away before ten in the morning.”
Bokuto pouted. He drummed his fingers against the waistband of Kuroo’s jeans as he whined in annoyance, sullen and impatient like a child unable to get his way. “Why not? I thought you liked morning kisses.”
“I do! I just…”
“Just spill already! What’s up with you? Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“Nothing!” Kuroo insisted.
“That is so not true, Tetsu! I can tell, so stop avoiding it already!”
Kuroo wanted out of this conversation— he had homework to get a head start on and secrets to keep to himself until the day he died. He tried to climb off from his boyfriend’s lap, but Bokuto tucked his thumbs back into the belt loops of his jeans, holding him in place with a steadfast grip.
“Come on. Please?” Bokuto tried, his tone growing much softer. Gentle, like he was willing to try anything to get a real answer out of him. “I know something’s wrong, but I won’t know what unless you tell me.”
Kuroo was trapped. He had nowhere to go, no place to hide, and Bokuto was right in front of him with such an expectant, pleading look that Kuroo needed to stare up at the ceiling to escape those gorgeous amber eyes. Anything to keep Bokuto from burrowing any deeper into his unsteady heart.
“I just… um,” Kuroo’s mouth went dry as he started. He didn’t have to look to know Bokuto was watching him with every ounce of his attention. “I’m not a complete virgin, but uh… I’m definitely one when it comes to… this kind of… relationship.”
“You’ve never dated another guy before?”
“Well, I have, but not for very long. I’ve kinda… only had sex with… women before?” Kuroo said the words with such an uncertainty that it sounded like a question. The humiliation of it was fresh on his face, his cheeks such a bright shade of red that Bokuto couldn’t help but commit it to memory.
He pressed a quick kiss to Kuroo’s face. “You’re all nervous, and shy about telling me this like it’s a bad thing.”
“Is it… a good thing?” Maybe Bokuto had half a virgin kink?
“Not everything is a bad or good thing, Tetsu. Sometimes it’s just a thing. I like learning things about you.”
“Yeah… but it’s something really fucking embarrassing.”
“You’re really cute, you know that, right?”
“Dude, s-shut up,” Kuroo sputtered out— and Bokuto laughed, pulling him close to cuddle on the couch. Kuroo looked uneasy as he settled into his boyfriend’s arms. “I’m not cute. I’m a grown man.”
Bokuto pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Yeah, you are.”
“I’m all strong and tall, and athletic,” he complained.
Bokuto looked positively lovestruck. “Yeah, I know.”
“Cute is a word for adorable things. Like kittens and babies.” And omegas, Kuroo’s brain silently added. “I’m neither of those things.”
“I’m saying you’re cute, to me. Why are you so stubborn about this? I’m into guys that are tall and strong, and still manage to get sooooooo embarrassed at kisses that they blush all the way to their ears.”
That sounded a lot like a description of Kuroo… “Oh,” was all he could manage in response.
Bokuto continued, steadfast on getting the point to stick in his boyfriend’s head this time. “So like, I’m really not seeing the problem. You’re hot and cute, and a fucking volleyball player, and I’m really into it. I’m into you. Can we keep making out now?”
Kuroo felt his heart skip a beat. His stomach fluttered hopelessly, and he grabbed his phone from his back pocket to set a thirty minute timer. “Okay… but we can’t be late for class again.” A moment later, Bokuto was all over him, and the two of them were nothing more than a fit of giggles and wandering hands.
Bokuto was always extra clingy after volleyball practices. Kuroo remembered learning something in junior high health class about pheromones and endorphins having similar neurotransmitters. It really only made sense that an alpha would be riled up after a workout, but really, this had to be a bit overdramatic, even for Bokuto.
“What? You don’t wanna shower with me in the locker room? Why not?”
“Are you seriously throwing a tantrum over this?” Kuroo rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, who was currently wrapped around his middle like a koala bear, with no intentions of letting him go any time soon. “I’m heading home anyway. Why wouldn’t I just shower at the apartment?”
“Cause there’s a shower right here.”
“Yeah, and you’re the only one with a night class to be getting to. Stop worrying about me and go shower already.” Kuroo tried to shove him off, but Bokuto whined childishly. Seriously… this was starting to get embarrassing. He was just happy they were the only two left in the locker room. “I’m starting to think you just wanna stare at my dick, babe.”
“Whaaaaat? Nah, no, totally not. Public baths are just, uh… an important part of traditional social bonding?”
Kuroo laughed. “You don’t even sound like you believe that.” He grabbed his boyfriend by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him up for a soft, sweet kiss. “I’m going home. I’ll see you later, after your class, idiot alpha.”
Bokuto held him close for a while longer. His body was damp with sweat and he smelled musty after their practice games. That in addition to the humidity of the locker room and the heat of his body against Kuroo’s, and it was basically impossible for either of them to cool down after such an intense training session.
Kuroo shuddered as Bokuto shoved his face into the pit of his shirt to inhale the scent of his sweat. “Oh my god…” It was one of those stupid things he liked to do, despite Kuroo having such a faint, neutral scent as a beta. He didn’t have a strong pheromonal scent like an alpha or omega would, but Bokuto didn’t seem to see a difference between that and a post-workout Kuroo Tetsurou.
He was always the clingiest when Kuroo smelled gross. “Are you done huffing my body odor now?” Part of him wondered if this was why Bokuto was so into athletes. The horny freak.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m done. Sorry.”
Kuroo kissed him goodbye again and finally managed to push him off, shoving him toward the showers. He left the locker room before Bokuto had another chance to get distracted, and as he started on the walk back home, he felt a certain excitement building under his skin. He had the apartment to himself for the next couple hours.
Kuroo showered as soon as he returned, stretched his exhausted muscles to keep from feeling stiff tomorrow, and disappeared back into the bathroom to clean himself out before getting to work.
In the time Bokuto was away from the apartment, Kuroo had kind of… started practicing on his own. Sometimes the alpha left for a quick run in the morning or for his night classes, and that was when Kuroo managed to find the curiosity to grab the lube he kept in his bedside drawer and get a little bit more creative than a slick handjob with it.
It was easier to ignore the embarrassment searing beneath his skin when he had something to listen to, so he grabbed his headphones to play some music. He took a few deep breaths before getting comfortable on the bed and spreading his legs. It seemed like a good idea to figure out what kinds of things felt good to him. He worked through the practiced movements of getting his fingers lubed up and stretching himself open slowly, until he could fit a second finger with little resistance.
The stretch wasn’t as unfamiliar as the first few times he tried this. It went away quicker this time, his muscles slowly getting used to the feeling of having something inside him.
He scissored his index and middle finger outward, liking the feeling of that. He took a breath in and released it slowly, trying to relax as he fingered himself open. His dick was starting to get hard again; that was a good sign, maybe he was into this kind of thing after all.
And when Bokuto pushed open the door to his bedroom to announce his canceled class, that was the exact position he found his boyfriend in. He froze to the spot, golden eyes going wide as he caught Kuroo with two long fingers up his ass.
Kuroo, naturally, felt his heart stop working. Neither of them dared to move first, and he feared that one of them would stop breathing next. “Y-you’re home early,” he pointed out, breaking the stalemate. “What happened to your class?”
“Yeah.” Bokuto swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His eyes flicked down toward Kuroo’s flushed dick resting hard between his legs, and then back up to his reddened face. “Professor cancelled last minute. Wasn’t feeling well. What’s… going on in here?”
“Um. Nothing, just— I—”
His voice was hoarse when he spoke again. “Doesn’t really look like nothing, Tetsu.” Something about it sent shivers down Kuroo’s spine, his stomach doing somersaults as he felt his hole twitch around his fingers.
Fucking christ, this situation was so unfair. Kuroo didn’t stand a chance, but still, he cleared his throat and tried to pull himself back together. “I’m just… gonna get cleaned up and meet you in the living room.”
Bokuto raised his hands, jumping back placatingly before Kuroo could pull his fingers free from their tight, slick confines. “No! No, no, please don’t let me interrupt! I can leave if you want. I wasn’t even supposed to be here,” he began to ramble, only to catch himself before saying something else. His lips parted like there were words on the tip of his tongue, like he really, really wanted to add something, but wasn’t sure how Kuroo would receive it.
Kuroo’s heart slammed harshly within his chest. He shut his eyes tight before saying what a braver version of himself would in this situation, “Or, um, maybe you could stay? You can watch… if you want to.”
“I can do that.” Bokuto crossed the bedroom in a few steps to come closer, and Kuroo didn’t realize he had closed his legs until the alpha placed strong hands on his knees to push them apart again. “Don’t stop touching yourself, okay? Don’t stop just because I’m here.”
Kuroo’s mouth thinned into a wobbly, anxious line as Bokuto stared at him with dark eyes. He tried to listen, tried to keep working himself open under the close attention. “Can I ask you something?” Bokuto nodded in response. “H-how big does your knot usually get?”
Bokuto made a fist with his hand. Kuroo swore he nearly passed out on the spot. Yeah… okay, so he was definitely in over his head. His lube-slick hand hesitated, breaking his slow rhythm, and Bokuto reached over to grab his wrist and help him keep it up.
“Are you practicing for me?”
Kuroo was dizzy. Whether it was from all the blood rushing to his cock, or the heart-attack levels of anxiety racing through him was still up for debate though. He wheezed out a pathetic laugh, unsure of what else to say. “I’m gonna die if you keep being so direct like that.”
“Is that a yes?” Bokuto asked— and Kuroo was really, really starting to get the feeling he was being this obtuse to see his chronically nervous boyfriend blush and stammer over his words. “I think about fucking you a lot, by the way. I’m down to wait until you’re ready, but like, I want you to know I really do want to love you in that kind of way.”
“Idotoo.”
Bokuto laughed warmly, smiling from ear to ear. He shifted closer and leaned in to kiss Kuroo sweetly, trying to wipe his worries away. “C’mon, you don’t have to be so shy! It’s just me!” He kissed Kuroo on each cheekbone, the tip of his nose, and allowed Kuroo to pull his hand free before smooching his face some more. Kuroo lifted his clean hand to tangle it in Bokuto’s silvery hair, pulling him closer to get his fair share of kisses.
Bokuto liked to kiss him slowly. He liked to feel Kuroo grew desperate underneath him, addicted to the way he squirmed and arched into his grasp when he wanted more (even if he wasn’t exactly ready for more). His lips pressed against his boyfriend’s in a way that stole his breath away, sending harsh waves of heat searing under his skin.
By the time they parted, Kuroo was panting for breath and staring at Bokuto with the harshest bedroom eyes he had ever seen. “You’re so fucking hot, bro.”
Bokuto laughed. “Are you seriously bro-ing me when I’m about to fuck that cute ass of yours?” Kuroo flushed under the vulgar compliment and the alpha absolutely lit up. “You’re so cute. It’s actually unfair how cute you are, and you’re not even trying to be!”
“What can I say— hah —I have natural talents.” He shuddered as Bokuto peppered kisses along his jawline, moving down the sensitive skin of his throat and making Kuroo’s breath stutter in his chest.
Bokuto licked his Adam’s apple and Kuroo groaned, baring his throat to him submissively. Bokuto buried his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck to suck harsh bruises into the pale, untouched skin there.
Kuroo whimpered, his eyes falling closed as he bit his lower lip to muffle himself. “Babe, I… I really don’t know what I should do.” It probably sounded stupid, but he was so used to being the one in charge when it came to his ex-girlfriends; this was completely uncharted territory for him.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll do all the work, okay?” Bokuto reassured, not seeing a single issue in any of the things Kuroo was so worried about. “I just want you to relax and tell me what feels good. If it feels bad, tell me that too. Hopefully nothing will feel bad, but you can just, like, kick me if that works better.”
Kuroo nodded. He sighed shakily. “I just can’t believe you’re seriously into someone like me. I’m not… soft or small like what alphas are supposed to be into.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean? Supposed to be into? You’re soft right here.” Bokuto groped Kuroo’s tits, fingers digging into the softness of his muscular pecs, the tissue bouncing back whenever he played with them. “And right here too.” He grabbed the backs of Kuroo’s thighs, the sensitive skin right beneath his ass that made the beta flush warm whenever Bokuto wanted a touch. “I’m into athletes, like you, with builds like yours and slutty little waists like you. Get it through your head already! You’re my type! I don’t want anyone who isn’t you!”
Bokuto lubed his fingers up and pressed inside of Kuroo. “Oh,” the beta said, gasping as he felt the difference in their fingers. It wasn’t often that Kuroo was at a loss for words; he usually had a lot to say (far too much if you asked the right people), but his sharp mouth seemed to lag far behind as Bokuto tested his tight hole with a thick index finger.
Kuroo sighed shakily as Bokuto pressed his middle finger alongside it, unsure what to do about this uncharacteristic shy steak he had been having lately. “Why does it feel better when you do that? That’s so unfair.”
“You say everything’s unfair, Tetsu. I think you’re just kinda bratty.” Bokuto scissored his fingers outward, and Kuroo whimpered, dropping his head back on the pillows as the stretch sent a heat deep inside him. “You’re really into that, huh? You were doing the same thing when I walked in and caught you.” He twisted his fingers, scissoring them outward in a few different angles while his boyfriend struggled to catch his breath. Bokuto added some more lube to his hand before adding a third finger, stretching deeper, and knocking the wind out of Kuroo’s chest.
“Haah— ha, oh my god. Ah!” A jolt of pleasure shot through him, something making all the hair on his body stand harshly on edge.
Bokuto couldn’t take his eyes away from his reactions. Even if he wanted to, it wouldn’t have been possible. “You’re basically sucking my hand in. Just look at you— fuck, baby, look at you.”
Kuroo’s cock laid heavy and neglected against his abs, flushed a deep color and leaking precum from the tip. He stared down at it and glanced up to meet Bokuto’s eyes.
Bokuto licked a wet stripe onto his clean hand. He pressed his palm against the head of Kuroo’s cock, rubbing small, teasing circles around it while fingerfucking the breath out of him. Kuroo clutched onto the bed sheets. It became too much all at once, and he came onto Bokuto’s hand, clenching around all three of his fingers as the intense orgasm shook through him.
Winded from his release, Kuroo felt like there wasn’t a shred of stress left in his body. Bokuto seemed to agree, and took advantage of his newly relaxed state to stretch him out even further, lifting Kuroo’s left leg to push it close to his chest and get a better angle.
Soon, there were four fingers deep inside of Kuroo and he was seeing stars. He already felt like he was close to pushing the limits of his body, but nothing hurt, which was a great sign. It was uncomfortable at first, but Bokuto was slow and deliberate with his movements. He was using so much lube that the wet squelching sound was like music to Kuroo’s ears as he fell apart beneath his overbearing boyfriend
The discomfort faded away to something warm, the kind of sweet pleasure that had him whimpering with each brush against his prostate. His legs shook from the ache of keeping them apart for so long. He was really starting to regret slacking off on his flexibility training; the muscles in his thighs burned as he rolled his hips to meet Bokuto’s fingers again and again.
Bokuto stroked this thumb along the sensitive rim of Kuroo’s asshole. Just the presence of it, the overwhelming knowledge that he intended to fit his entire hand inside was doing something to Kuroo’s pathetic little heart. He had never felt so full in his life, and yet, there was still more to come.
Everything was new. Everything felt like too much, but Kuroo couldn’t get enough. He wanted more; Bokuto’s hand, his fist, his cock, his knot. He needed absolutely all of it, everything his boyfriend had to give him.
Bokuto pulled his fingers free, and Kuroo mourned the loss of that fullness he had grown so used to. The alpha was still wearing his post-practice change of clothes. He grabbed the hem of his shirt up to wipe the sweat away from his face before removing it altogether, preferring to go shirtless.
Kuroo had absolutely no complaints. A moment later, the alpha flipped him over to his stomach, strong hands grabbing his thighs to lift his hips high off the mattress. The vulnerability of having Bokuto watching him so closely was much harder to ignore in this position; face down, ass up, with his boyfriend staring so hard Kuroo could feel the attention searing through him.
“Ahh!” He cried out as Bokuto shoved his fingers back inside. “Mmm. Yeah, that’s good.”
“What about this?” Bokuto twisted his wrist as he pumped his fingers into his boyfriend’s tight hole. He made a scooping motion with his hand that made Kuroo whine, his thighs trembling beneath him.
“Oh… ah, yeah. That too, all of it. More.”
His alpha squirted more lube along his hand before pressing in again, pressing deeper. He tucked his thumb into Kuroo’s hole, stretching him wide, and knocking the wind out of his chest as that sinful pleasure seared through his sphincter muscles.
“Ha— ah!” More, he had said. He begged Bokuto for more, only to regret it as soon as more was about to come. “I can’t.” Kuroo wondered if he could. “It’s not gonna fit,” he wheezed out; but what if it did?
This had to be the horniest bout of curiosity he ever faced. He was really hoping satisfaction would bring him back if he ended up dying from this after all.
Kuroo pressed his face into the mattress, the cool linen distracting him from the way his legs were shaking, quivering pathetically as Bokuto stretched him to the brim. He tried to keep his breath steady. He felt like he was being pulled apart at the seams.
“Come on… c’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Bokuto murmured in a focused daze. He worked the knuckle of his thumb into Kuroo, and on the beta’s next exhale, he pressed the last of his hand inside.
“Haa— ah, holy shit.” It was everything. Those strong, thick hands that could spike a volleyball at concussive speeds, and still intertwined sweetly with Kuroo’s when they crossed the street together. Kuroo’s favorite hands. Bokuto’s hand was deep inside of him, and it lit his skin on fire. His heart was in his ears and his insides felt like they were going to burn him from the inside out.
After a long moment, Bokuto began to move his hand again. “Look at you. Look how good you did.” Even at such a slow pace, Kuroo felt him all the way in his stomach, every part of his body clenching around Bokuto as he applied a brutal pressure against his prostate.
“Ohmygod,” Kuroo sobbed. “Oh god. Baby, ple-ease, fuck!”
Bokuto rubbed his free hand against the curve of Kuroo’s ass, comforting him before slowly making a fist inside of him. Kuroo scrambled for purchase against the bed, his breath turning into little more than broken sobs of pleasure. “I know you’re close, Tetsu. You’re almost there, right? I want to see you come like this.”
“I can’t—”
“There you go, being all negative again. I’m pretty sure you can. Your cock wouldn’t be dripping so much if you weren’t close to doing it.”
Kuroo wept into the mattress, overwhelmed tears of harsh pleasure in his eyes. He already came so recently. It was still fresh in his nervous system, and yet his body still lit up like a livewire, jolting him close to the edge.
Shockwaves of pleasure shook though him as a second orgasm hit Kuroo like a truck. He spilled onto the sheets below him, his cock jerking as he came untouched this time. His toes curled harshly and he cried out, muffling a long sob into the bedsheets.
Kuroo drooled stupidly as he struggled to catch his breath. Bokuto slowly released his fist and pulled his fingers out of Kuroo’s well stretched ass one at a time.
“Look how good you did,” the alpha praised. “I knew you could do it. You’re more than ready for the real thing now.”
The real thing. Kuroo was already washed up like a dead fish, and yet the real thing still hadn’t even happened yet. Technically, he was still half a virgin. There was still ample chance for this to be the way he died.
He licked his chapped lips. “Baby…”
“Hm? What? What is it?”
Kuroo’s voice was hoarse in his throat. “Wanna see you,” he croaked out in complaint.
Bokuto helped him onto his back again. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed to shove under the beta’s hips, getting him into a position he wouldn’t need to strain to hold any longer.
While Kuroo had been the one who asked to see Bokuto, Bokuto felt pretty damn lucky from his own perspective too. Kuroo had red rimmed eyes, and a thin layer of sweat beading along his dark hairline. His lips were pretty and pink from where he had been biting them, and Bokuto’s heart softened as his golden eyes met lovely hazel ones.
Bokuto kissed Kuroo’s face, the salty taste of tears sticking to his lips. “So pretty, Tetsu,” he whispered. “I wish you could see yourself like this.” Bokuto grinded his hips down, pressing his hardon close to let his boyfriend feel him through the thin fabric of his athletic shorts. “You got me all worked up again. Can you feel how bad I want you?”
“Yeah.” Kuroo combed his fingers through Bokuto’s hair. They kissed deeply, Kuroo breaking away to press their foreheads together, speaking in a low voice. “So maybe you should do something about that.”
Bokuto pulled his cock free and kicked his shorts off somewhere to be found another day. His flushed tip was already leaking in anticipation, the weight of his cock heavy in his hand as he smeared precome against Kuroo’s slick hole.
The look in his eyes as he lined himself up was honed in, almost like the look he wore on the court. Focused, hot, and attentive. He pressed in slowly and Kuroo released a trembling breath, exhaling like he knew how to.
Inch after heavy inch pushed inside of him. Kuroo had been prepared for the stretch, the length though; he was already winded and Bokuto still had more to give.
If he felt Bokuto’s hand all the way in his stomach, then this was in his lungs. A horny eternity later, and Bokuto was finally settled deep inside of his boyfriend, leaving Kuroo a sweaty, overwhelmed mess.
Bokuto panted harshly with the restraint it took to keep himself under control. He mouthed hot kisses over Kuroo’s neck, waiting for him to relax again. He held Kuroo close, the heavy weight of his body draping over the beta like a warm blanket.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Bokuto sighed dreamily. His breath caressed the shell of Kuroo’s ear as he spoke in a low, strained voice. “How are you still this tight after taking my fist? This was so worth the wait, Tetsu, you feel how deep I am inside you?”
All he could do was nod. Kuroo whined pitifully, words lost on his tongue as he scrambled for purchase, scratching lines into Bokuto’s back as the alpha pulled out to slowly push back inside of him. “Ah! Ha-haaah!” It was so much. It was too much, too soon. Kuroo had already came twice, so the pressure of having Bokuto so deep inside of him was sharp and harsh like nails on a chalkboard.
Bokuto met his hips over and over, his thrusts taking a slow pace. Kuroo shut his eyes tight. “Babe… Bo— Koutarou, baby,” he tried, voice breaking.
“I know,” he groaned. “Sorry.”
“Please say you’re close.”
Bokuto peppered kisses along his shoulder. Soft lips brushed up the curve of Kuroo’s neck as he rolled his hips, nosing at the sensitive skin below his boyfriend’s ear in apology. “Don’t hate me… but I could still go for a while.”
Kuroo laughed weakly. “I’m gonna die.”
“You can’t die from having sex.”
“That’s so untrue.” He dropped his hand to the mattress, patting around in search of something. “I can, fu-uck— grab my phone and I’ll look it up.”
Bokuto snorted. “Stop being a nerd while I’m trying to fuck you.”
“But you like me being a nerd.”
“I like hearing these new sounds of yours way more. Does it feel good?”
“…Yeah.”
“Is it overwhelming?”
“Y-yeah.”
“…Do you wanna stop?”
“Not really.” Kuroo moaned softly, eyes falling closed as a sick, desperate heat ignited under his skin again. He was exhausted, the muscles in his thighs spasming from harsh overuse and his balls fucking ached; so there really wasn’t much hope for him anyways. “I’m already not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. You might as well get the most bang for your buck, babe.”
Bokuto pouted. His eyebrows furrowed in an unfairly cute way. “Don’t say that. I’m barely keeping myself together… I don’t wanna lose control and it’s really hard when you say stuff like that.” He sat up a bit to stroke a hand down Kuroo’s abs, mesmerized and fascinated by the place they were connected. “You’re just… so fucking tight.”
Kuroo shuddered under the harsh attention, the small, sharp thrusts Bokuto grinded into him. “Do it. Bet you won’t.”
“This so isn’t the time to be annoying,” Bokuto warned.
He had a feeling he would regret this tomorrow, but if there’s a will, there’s a way. “C’mon, alpha. Stop being a pussy and fuck me forreal already.”
Bokuto growled low in his chest. “You talk too much.” He pulled out, leaving nothing but the tip of his cock inside of Kuroo before pushing back in, setting a bone chilling rhythm. His hands gripped his boyfriend’s slender waist, digging bruises into the skin as he pounded the breath out of his chest.
“A-ah-a-ha-ah-aah, fu-uck!”
“Yeah, that’s it,” he praised. “Gonna get you so fucking pregnant.”
Kuroo hated how hot that sounded. He laughed weakly, the sound coming out as more of a wheeze. “I can’t get pregnant, you idiot.”
“Don’t care. I’m gonna fill you up. Take it.”
Something thick caught along Kuroo’s rim. There was a feral look in Bokuto’s eyes as he realized the alpha was finally getting close, his knot growing wide and hot; and fuck, did Kuroo need that inside of him.
He whimpered, straight up sobbed on each snap of Bokuto’s hips. The pleasure shook through Kuroo’s core like a firework as the alpha grinded harshly against his exhausted hole. He ran his thumb along Kuroo’s rim. A moment later, he was shoving that inside as well, teasing him even further to open him up.
Kuroo yelped. His eyes shot open and his breath left his chest, but Bokuto was there to hush him, pressing their lips together for a mind-numbingly sweet kiss. He melted into the contact and that was juuuuuuuust enough for Bokuto. Kuroo relaxed and Bokuto’s knot pressed into him, stretching him further than he ever thought was possible.
Bokuto grinded into him harshly, hips bruising as he rutted against him like this was the best thing he ever felt.
“I— I’m gonna split in half.” It was such a stupid thing to say, but it was from the heart. Kuroo genuinely felt like he was about to tear down the middle, stretched to the limit of what he body could handle.
“No you’re not, you’re taking me so fucking good right now. You took all of that.”
The room started to smell… humid and musty, like a locker room. Kuroo idly wondered if Bokuto was trying to scent him. Pheromones didn’t do very much for betas, but it was the thought that counted. The rumbling of Bokuto’s possessive growls and the way he nuzzled against him, holding him closer than ever before was more than enough to soothe Kuroo’s nerves.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, he couldn’t control his tears anymore. Kuroo sobbed as Bokuto grinded into him, whimpering as his guts stirred under each deep movement, that abused bundle of nerves inside of him crying out as Bokuto’s heavy cock rocked against it.
“Gonna fill you up so much you’re gonna get pregnant.”
“Mmm.” That sure was an idea. “Sure you a-ah-are, champ.”
Bokuto groaned and his knot throbbed, then he stilled on top of Kuroo. Something hot and searing started to fill Kuroo from the inside, making his toes curl against the bed sheets as Bokuto came like a faucet.
Kuroo forced past his overstimulation to touch himself again. Desire was burning under his skin, threatening to tear a hole right through him. He jerked himself to completion in a few painful strokes, nothing more than a few drops of cum dripping onto his hand.
Despite the small load, Kuroo’s breath rattled in his chest. His vision blanked out, leaving him washed up and falling apart at the joints. After an eternity, his heart rate evened out and he slowly came back to consciousness.
Bokuto purred softly as he mindlessly played with Kuroo’s pecks. He noticed the focus returning to his eyes and smiled dreamily at him. “Hey.”
“...Hi there.” His voice was weaker than he expected, his lips chapped in a way that guaranteed he could benefit from a glass of water. Rather than focusing on that though, Kuroo was too busy giggling at something funny he thought of. “If I was an omega, you’d probably try to baby trap me with your stupid breeding kink. I’d abort that shit.”
The alpha snorted, laughing softly. “You’re such an asshole, even after I made you come three times. Three times, babe.”
“Yeah.” Kuroo sighed in weary satisfaction. “You sure did.”
Bokuto gathered him into his arms to readjust the two of them, cradling his beloved mate against his chest while they waited for his knot to deflate. Kuroo hissed from the jostling. The overstimulation jolted through him like electricity; and Bokuto was quick to apologize, pressing placating kisses to his cheeks.
“Sorry, sorry.”
Sweat cooled on Kuroo’s skin, the feeling of exhaustion instantly overtaking him, running him into the ground. His eyes were too heavy to open, and if he hadn’t been wrapped in Bokuto’s arms, Kuroo was ninety percent sure he would have melted right into the mattress itself. All he wanted was to nap now and chug a glass of water later.
As he dozed off, Kuroo mumbled something under his breath. “You have to tell me… if I did good.”
It was almost too quiet to hear, but Bokuto’s heart grew greedy and protective all at once when he did. “Of course you did, you’re amazing. You’re so amazing.”
Kuroo relaxed, just the slightest. His breath evened out and like that, he was fast asleep. Bokuto adored him. He loved him so much it made him feel kinda nauseous; like there was too much stuffed inside of him and no way to let the pressure out.
After a while, Bokuto’s knot went down and his cock started to go soft. He hissed as he carefully pulled out of Kuroo’s tight, hot insides, careful not to hurt him. His ass was red, the rim puffy and abused; drooling a steady stream of cum. The alpha turned bright red as he watched it drip into a small puddle between his legs.
Bokuto’s eyes went wide as he realized the damage he did. He fought back the urge to groan dramatically; he needed to get Kuroo cleaned up and wash his bedsheets. They could sleep in Bokuto’s room for the night… but ugh, he was starting to get hungry too. He should probably order delivery.
He quietly got up to keep from waking Kuroo. In the bathroom, he turned on the faucet and added a hefty dose of epsom salts to the tub as it filled with hot water. They initially bought them for physiotherapy after particularly rough practices, but this was as good a use as any.
Bokuto was just so lucky to have a boyfriend willing to try so hard for him. He needed to treat Kuroo extra special in return… so y’know, maybe Kuroo would let him do it again. His inner alpha whined excitedly just thinking about it. He added another handful of salt, hoping it would help Kuroo’s soreness fade faster.