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Tsukishima rarely went on dates. It wasn’t that he had an aversion to them per se, but he knew what they led to and preferred to avoid the complications of relationships. There was no point getting attached when sooner or later his partners called him high maintenance and broke things off.
It was a constant source of irritation—how was it Tsukishima’s problem that those men were too lazy to fulfil his expectations and he wouldn’t deign to compromise?
Lowering his standards was out of the question and it left him in a bind when he craved something more intimate. One night stands were a great solution to that problem, however the number of suitable men skulking around in bars and nightclubs was close to none.
Kuroo Tetsurou though, was an exception. He crawled through thorns and broken glass to secure a number and if that didn’t pique Tsukishima’s interest then nothing would. The man had qualities in spades as well: brains and brawn and a little bit of banter, a mix Tsukishima found highly irresistible.
So he relented on his no-dates rule; one time couldn’t hurt, not when they both knew what they were getting into. Their night had an expiry date and it would end in the morning with waffles and a goodbye kiss.
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When Tsukishima rang Kuroo’s doorbell the next evening, he expected to see the volleyball player all dressed up and ready to go. What he got instead was Kuroo in a casual outfit: flannel shirt over a white tank, black jeans and a pink apron on top. It wasn’t anything atrocious (maybe the frills on the apron were a bit much) but Tsukishima was definitely overdressed.
“Whoa.” Kuroo stared at him, bug-eyed, and it took a moment for him to collect the scattered pieces of tonight’s first impressions. “You look… you look really good.”
Tsukishima looked handsome enough to drop panties if the looks on his neighbours’ faces had been anything to go by. He’d pulled out his best attire for tonight and wore all black: blazer, shirt and slacks. The only colour on him was a thin silver tie, a flashing signal which Kuroo took in his hand to pull him closer for a kiss.
“Not so fast.” Tsukishima pushed a finger against Kuroo’s lips and gave a teasing smile. “I don’t kiss on the first date.”
“I’m pretty sure yesterday counts as our first date. We had such a good time flirting and laughing at the bar, and we spent hours texting all of our hopes and dreams into the night,” Kuroo said through smushed lips.
“The number of typos in your texts rendered them indecipherable.”
“Looks like I’ll have to clear them up for you during dinner then.”
“I assumed we’d be eating out.” Tsukishima moved his finger down and tugged at the apron. “I wouldn’t have bothered dressing up otherwise.”
“Maybe I didn’t tell you on purpose because I wanted to see you all dressed up for me.”
Kuroo linked their hands together and pulled him inside. Tsukishima quickly toed off his shoes and allowed Kuroo to lead him through the short hallway.
“How diabolical,” Tsukishima said. “I wouldn’t have expected that from someone who was curled up in a booth crying about hot blonds.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Kuroo stopped him right there with a hand in the face. “I was not crying. Tearing up, maybe, but who doesn’t do that when they’ve absorbed enough alcohol to kill a small horse?”
“Your setter says differently.”
“Kenma,” Kuroo muttered under his breath. “That traitor.”
The short hallway opened up to the main living space, which was divided into three sections: the kitchen to the left, the dining area behind it and the living room on the right. Any décor was minimalistic and it gave the apartment a very orderly appearance.
“The steak still has ten minutes to go, so make yourself comfortable,” Kuroo said, ushering him onto the couch in the living room. It was synthetic and fire-hydrant red, which was a bit garish for Tsukishima’s tastes but it suited Kuroo perfectly.
The coffee table in front of them held a bottle of wine and two glasses. Tsukishima watched curiously as Kuroo uncorked the bottle and poured out a steady stream of red into the first glass.
“What wine is it?” Tsukishima asked.
“It’s expensive wine, just the way you like it.”
Tsukishima rolled his eyes but didn’t stop Kuroo from chuckling and leaning over to place a kiss on his temple. He appraised the label on the bottle as Kuroo poured out his own glass.
“Rioja Reserva 2008.”
“Yup. It’ll go well with the steak.”
Tsukishima accepted a glass, swirled it to release the tannins and held it to his nose. He didn’t know a lot about wine but he had tasted Rioja before and knew Reserva was made from the best grapes during the best seasons. The first sip was strong, and left a fruity flavour in his mouth.
“You like it?”
“Yeah.” Tsukishima gave an appreciative hum. “You’ve got good taste.”
Kuroo’s eyes raked him up and down, not even trying to be subtle. “Evidently,” he smirked.
Tsukishima hid a smile as he took another sip of wine. They hadn’t even gotten through one glass yet but he couldn’t complain; there was only one reason why he had turned up tonight and there was no point pretending otherwise.
It was relaxing to sit nestled into someone with their sides pressing together and their fingers loosely linked. As they sipped their wine and talked about what they did for a living, Kuroo’s thumb began rubbing the back of Tsukishima’s hand in small, gentle circles. It was intimate and as much as Tsukishima hated to admit it, he missed being closely affectionate with others.
“You must’ve been elated to win the championships,” Tsukishima said. “It was all my friends could talk about last night.”
“Yeah, it was unbelievable. Still doesn’t seem real, actually.” Kuroo tilted his glass upside-down and finished off the last of his wine. “I’m trying not to think about it too much though. I don’t want to let the victory get to my head.”
“Hmm? I didn’t pick you for the modest type.”
“Well, I mean,” Kuroo gestured to a shelf by the wall where dozens of ribbons, awards and trophies were proudly displayed,
“I’ve kept everything I’ve won since Lil Tykes, even the participation ribbons. Kinda sentimental, I guess, but I like seeing all the work I had to put in to get where I am now. It’s a reminder that I had humble beginnings and I think it’s important not to lose sight of that.”
Tsukishima blinked, then heaved an inward sigh. Kuroo was not only a star athlete, but he had to be a sensitive guy to boot. Life wasn't fair.
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When the steaks were done, Kuroo led Tsukishima to the dining area. He acted every bit like the gentleman he claimed to be: he pulled out Tsukishima’s chair, topped up his wine first and served their dinner with a flourish.
The steak was filet mignon as Tsukishima wanted, medium rare and doused in herb butter with sides of coleslaw and sweet potato chips. Biting down into the meat was a holy experience that sent Tsukishima’s tastebuds singing up into the heavens, and he polished off his plate with much help from the wine which did go stunningly with the meal as Kuroo had said.
“I’m glad you cooked tonight,” Tsukishima said as they began clearing the table. He stacked the plates and cutlery into the sink, while Kuroo took the glasses and the tablecloth. “You could put five star restaurants out of business if you ever go into the industry.”
“Only the best for you, right?” Kuroo winked. “I wouldn’t dream of giving you anything less.”
Now here was a man who understood what Tsukishima wanted—to be spoiled with the little luxuries in life. A sudden burst of desire encouraged Tsukishima to rest a hand on Kuroo’s shoulder and press a kiss to his cheek. The action surprised Kuroo, who almost dropped the glasses onto the floor.
Tsukishima gave a sly smile and waited for Kuroo to take the next step.
Kuroo set the glasses and the tablecloth off to the side, never breaking eye contact. He moved forward slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal, and placed his hands on Tsukishima’s waist. Tsukishima didn’t budge, and Kuroo gently pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
When it became clear Tsukishima wasn’t going to push him away again, Kuroo parted his mouth to deepen the kiss and they stood in the middle of the kitchen sucking and nibbling on each other’s lips. Tsukishima gave a soft mm as Kuroo’s hands slid up his body, slipped the blazer from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
“You’re gorgeous,” Kuroo murmured, deft fingers unknotting Tsukishima’s tie, unbuttoning the shirt and then peeling it open for his eyes to feast on the pale, marble skin underneath. He made a low noise of approval and ran his thumb across the ribs. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
“So says the one with the devilishly handsome face.”
Kuroo chuckled and that was all the warning Tsukishima got before Kuroo grabbed his ass and lifted him up onto the kitchen island. Tsukishima lost his balance for a moment and when he recovered he frowned down at Kuroo.
“What are you doing?”
“Remember those texts I sent you?” Kuroo grinned mischievously. “They were telling you all the things I wanted to do on the counter, couch and bed and I intend to check everything off that list.”
“In that case.” Tsukishima tilted Kuroo’s chin up with one finger. “You have three rounds. You better not disappoint me in any of them.”
Kuroo didn’t answer, but pressed his open mouth to Tsukishima’s collarbone and began a trail of wet kisses down his body. He lavished attention on the most sensitive spots: sucking on the nipples and flicking his tongue against the peaks until they became pert with arousal, and licking over the belly button until Tsukishima shuddered under his touch.
Tsukishima’s breaths grew heavier when Kuroo unzipped his slacks to expose his cock still clothed in briefs, and he fought back a throaty moan when Kuroo lowered his head to mouth over his erection. The cotton brought more friction when Kuroo sucked on the bulge.
“Mmph…” Tsukishima whimpered, unable to stop the neediness from escaping him. “Kuroo…”
Kuroo groaned hearing his name. Out of patience and done playing around, he hooked a finger into the brief’s waistband and freed Tsukishima’s cock. It hung hot and heavy in his hand and he slowly pumped the length, his thumb circling the slit and memorising how every vein was mapped.
“How does this feel?” Kuroo whispered, his voice still too loud for this intimate moment.
“Feel even better if you got your mouth back on my dick,” Tsukishima bit out.
“I was trying to be romantic,” Kuroo grumbled. “You ruined my moment.”
“You’ve already wined and dined me so just get on with it.”
Tsukishima didn’t even have time to blink before Kuroo lowered his head. Tsukishima exhaled shakily and his head lolled back at the hot, wet heat that enveloped his cock. Kuroo’s tongue swirled around the tip at each ascent and traced the veins along the shaft at each descent. He made a lascivious show of it, a teasingly slow up and down, bobbing lower and lower each time until Tsukishima hit the back of his throat.
Tsukishima’s mouth fell open and all the embarrassing noises building up in his throat threatened to spill out. He clamped one hand over his mouth, and had the other clutched around the edge of the island so hard his knuckles turned white. Kuroo wasn’t having any of that though. His eyes glinted in a way that Tsukishima knew spelled trouble, and he was right.
Kuroo concentrated his efforts on the head of Tsukishima’s dick: sucking on the tip, using his tongue to trace the edge of the ridge and flicking over the slit.
“Nngh…”
The sound slipped through Tsukishima’s fingers and the damage was done. Kuroo snickered around Tsukishima’s length, exhilarated at this small victory, and he came back up with an obscene smack. He wiped the saliva from his lips and said, low and rasping, “Let me hear you. Please.”
“You’re… gunna haveta… do better.” The words didn’t come out as sharp as they were supposed to be—pleasure overwhelmed Tsukishima and he might as well be drunk on it given how slurred his words were. He was so close to the brink, so close to falling off, that he could barely control himself anymore—his skin was balmy to the touch, his abdominal muscles twitched with every impulse and his legs quivered with need. He was an open book for Kuroo to read, and Kuroo was adept at reading him.
“Watch me,” Kuroo whispered, and lowered his head once more. This time, his mouth remained focused on the tip, sucking and lapping at all the sensitive nerve endings. One hand pumped the slickened shaft and the other fondled Tsukishima’s balls, rolling and squeezing them in his palm.
With the added stimulation, Tsukishima couldn’t last. He choked back his words and tapped Kuroo on the shoulder to warn him, but his warning went ignored. Tsukishima came as Kuroo tongued over the slit, and continued sucking while Tsukishima rode out his orgasm, only stopping when Tsukishima’s legs stopped shaking.
Tsukishima slid off the island in a breathy haze and almost fell under his own weight if Kuroo hadn’t caught him around the middle and given him a peck on the lips.
“C’mere,” Kuroo murmured, and guided him towards the other side of the living area where they collapsed onto the couch. Kuroo pulled him close into a cuddle and doted on him with kisses everywhere: forehead, cheeks, lips, jaw, neck. “How was that?"
“Good,” Tsukishima mumbled, then tried to elaborate. “So good.”
Kuroo gave a soft laugh and caressed Tsukishima’s side, his touch lighter than a feather. “That was only the beginning, darling.”
“Gimme a few minutes.”
“Mm-hmm.” While Tsukishima rested in his post-orgasmic bliss, Kuroo nosed his way down to Tsukishima’s chest and alternated between sucking and biting bruises into the skin. After leaving half a dozen, he pulled back and admired his handiwork with a goofy grin. “These’ll show up real nice on you.”
Tsukishima, who hadn’t tried to stop Kuroo at all, raised an eyebrow. “You like putting your marks on people?”
“Only the pretty ones.”
Kuroo cupped Tsukishima’s cheek with one hand and drew him in for a kiss. It was long and sweet, but Tsukishima wanted more. He swiped his tongue over Kuroo’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, and it was given to him. Their tongues moved against each other, slow and languid, and Tsukishima moved closer only to feel something hard poke into his thigh. He broke away and confirmed his suspicions with a furrow between his brows.
“You didn’t come.”
“Hm? Oh yeah. Don’t worry about it, we’ll get to me later.”
Kuroo tugged him by the shirt to pull him down into a kiss again but Tsukishima swatted him off. He wasn’t selfish when it came to sex, and preferred it when his partners were satisfied at the same time as him. He hooked a finger into one of Kuroo’s belt loops. “Clothes. Off.”
“Really, you don’t have to—”
“Clothes.” Tsukishima’s tone did not leave room for argument. “Off.”
Kuroo swallowed and scrambled to undress. He didn’t make a show of it, which was a shame, but the hot flesh that became more apparent with every article shed was worth the loss. Kuroo stripped down to his underwear and at that point, Tsukishima raised his hand in complete disbelief to stop him.
“You have got to be kidding me.” He stared at Kuroo’s boxers and wondered if he’d made a huge mistake in coming here tonight. “You knew you were getting laid and you wore boxers with cartoon cats on them.”
“I was nervous!” Kuroo defended himself, and hid his boxers behind his hands. “I needed a confidence boost and these are my battle boxers.”
“Battle boxers,” Tsukishima repeated, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. That had to be the lamest thing he’d ever heard. How Kuroo got anyone to sleep with him was a complete mystery, yet here Tsukishima was and he was willing to disregard the fact that Kuroo was a complete nerd. He extended his hand with a sigh. “Nevermind. Come on.”
Kuroo pouted, still unconvinced that Tsukishima wasn’t going to tease him.
“I’m not going to make fun of your boxers. Now, come on.”
Tsukishima held out his hand until Kuroo took it, and pulled him into his lap. The sight of Kuroo Tetsurou half-naked and straddling him was fucking glorious, and Tsukishima took his time appreciating the view. He set his hands on Kuroo’s broad shoulders and worked his way down to the arms. When he reached the widest part of the biceps, he gave them a firm squeeze and purred.
“I can tell you work out.”
Kuroo’s throat hitched, and he gave a distressed whine. “My dick…”
Tsukishima’s touches hadn’t been particularly erotic but his ministrations left Kuroo trembling. The tent in his boxers was more obvious than ever and a small, wet patch had formed in the front. Tsukishima nipped at Kuroo’s jaw as punishment.
“Patience,” he said.
Kuroo squirmed as he continued exploring, muscles jumping with every touch. Tsukishima pretended not to notice the wet stain on the boxers growing bigger, and ran his hands down Kuroo’s chest and traced his fingers along the dips and curves of his abs.
“You know, my roommate scolded me last night,” Tsukishima mused. His fingers danced past hipbones and settled on fleshy quadriceps, and he gave them a firm squeeze too. Kuroo’s dick twitched in its confines and Tsukishima slowly trailed his fingers up towards it. “He thought it was dumb of me to give you a fake number. Said it was a waste of a hot body. Seeing you up close like this, I must say I agree with him.”
Kuroo groaned, his hands curling into fists by his side. “Please…”
Tsukishima ignored his plea and continued teasing, his nails lightly scratching at the insides of Kuroo’s thighs. “I’m glad your setter got you my number. And I’m glad you were smart enough to text me quickly. You have no idea how happy you made me last night.”
“Wait, really?” Kuroo breathed, looking up like he couldn’t believe his ears. “You mean it?”
“Mm-hmm. You did so well. I think you deserve a reward for that. Something like this.” Tsukishima punctuated the last word with a thrust, dragging his cock slow and hard against Kuroo’s erection.
Kuroo’s pupils blew wide, a pool of black against a ring of brown, and a low moan escaped his throat. His forehead dropped to Tsukishima’s shoulder and his entire body quaked with the effort of holding still. “F-Fuck,” he gulped. “Can I… m-move?”
“Yes,” Tsukishima whispered.
Kuroo grabbed onto the back of the couch and set a quick pace rubbing against Tsukishima. His boxers were satin; the material brushed against Tsukishima’s cock and made him hiss from overstimulation but he allowed it to go on. It wasn’t like Kuroo was going to last long anyway.
Kuroo’s hips rutted back and forth, frantic to find completion. Tsukishima moved with him, and they fell into a rhythm which grew faster and faster until Kuroo couldn’t control his haggard cursing.
“Fuck… fuck, you feel so good,” Kuroo panted. “I’m close… so close.”
Tsukishima gave Kuroo a kiss, quick and flighty, but Kuroo chased after him with vigour and pushed his tongue into Tsukishima’s mouth. Tsukishima captured it with his lips and sucked; he made direct eye contact with Kuroo and gave one final thrust.
That did it—Kuroo’s groans were lost between their kiss and he climaxed with a whole body shudder.
Tsukishima slowed the pace of their thrusting until it came to a complete stop, and let Kuroo slump down over him. The volleyball player was a mess of sweaty hair and sticky skin but Tsukishima didn’t mind. He ran his fingers up and down the notches of Kuroo’s spine and gave him a kiss on the shoulder.
When Kuroo could speak again, he gave a delirious laugh. “That was the best orgasm of my life.”
Tsukishima’s lips tilted in a smile. He was good at pleasuring his partners, but to say he gave them the greatest orgasms was certainly high praise. “You must’ve had some pretty disappointing sex so far,” he commented.
“Nah. It’s you. You’re perfect.” Kuroo gave a dreamy sigh. “Everything’s perfect.”
Tsukishima couldn’t hold back a genuine laugh. “Maybe I was wrong. You must have come quite hard to lose all your inhibitions like this. You’re quite the sap, aren’t you?”
“This is level one,” Kuroo mumbled. “They can reach over nine thousand.”
Tsukishima didn’t doubt for a moment that Kuroo could sweep his partners off their feet with his tender nature; the volleyball player was too charming for his own good. It was a pity Tsukishima would probably never get to see the sappiness levels maxed out, but he supposed they’d just have to make the best of their time together. He pressed a fond kiss to Kuroo’s temple. “We’ll see how far we get tonight.”
Kuroo perked up at that and shifted off Tsukishima’s lap. There was a gleam in his eyes that promised debauchery and when he spoke, his voice was laced with lust. “No time to waste, huh? In that case,” he pulled at the waistband of Tsukishima’s slacks and briefs, “take these off.”
Tsukishima didn’t question the command. He raised his hips off the couch to pull off the offending articles of clothing and let them fall onto the floor. He still had on his unbuttoned shirt and the tie around his neck, but Kuroo didn’t seem to care. Instead, he looked at Tsukishima’s bare skin and his gaze turned positively carnal.
“On your hands and knees.”