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It was late at night, a cool breeze was coming from outside the window and Kuroo was getting ready to sleep. He had to sleep soon or else he would be in a little bit of trouble once morning came. With this in mind, he turned off the lights and got in bed.
Kuroo laid down, closed his eyes and hoped that sleep would come to him naturally and quickly but after 20 minutes of rolling around in bed it was obvious that wasn't going to happen tonight.
He got a great idea, really any teenager his age would think the same, jerk off to relax and let off steam, after that, tiredness was sure to come and he would be sleeping soundly in no time.
He grabbed his phone and earphones, started looking for a video and scrolled for some time until he stumbled upon a video of a woman with blonde hair and a small figure. He clicked the video and started watching, his phone's screen illuminating his face in the dark room.
The video had been playing for a little bit and Kuroo was already half hard so he took his cock out of his pajama pants and started stroking it lazily.
The video itself was filmed in a POV perspective and you couldn't really see the woman's face, only her back since she was on all fours in front of the person filming.
Kuroo kept watching, getting aroused little by little, changing the rhythm and the hold on his cock to pursue the feeling even more.
Suddenly, a thought came to his mind, while looking at the blonde hair…he was reminded of Kenma…
“Uh?”, he stopped, shocked at himself, how could he think of Kenma in such a moment?
He didn't know how to react to this, too stunned to do anything while the video kept on playing in front of him. He looked at it again and the same thought came back with more force this time because…why is the small and slender frame of this woman reminding him of Kenma too?
“Ha…haha, wait! Wait, brain stop!”, he told himself in a futile attempt. He closed his eyes to prevent himself from further sullying the image of his childhood friend, from thinking these absurd thoughts but he didn't take into consideration that the video was still playing and the moans escaping the participants mouths were entering his ears and making him think, think…think about Kenma.
Would Kenma sound like this during sex?
He opened his eyes instantly at the thought.
“...”, Kuroo felt his cheeks get hot, burning. He stared blankly at his phone screen.
“What…what am I thinking?”, it was too late, he was already gone. His mind started to race, his thoughts being consumed by Kenma.
He looked at the video again and he saw Kenma in place of the woman, his mind must have been playing tricks on him. He couldn't stop looking now and what's worse he began to compare what he was seeing with Kenma.
Would Kenma's skin would be as soft as the woman in the video? No, it would surely be softer .
Would Kenma make these kinds of sounds? No, he would make even more lewd sounds.
Would Kenma bend over for Kuroo like this? Yes, because Kuroo would make him and so much more…
“No! Stop, don't think that!”, Kuroo told himself while closing his eyes to try and escape from everything that was happening.
Would Kenma even want to be with Kuroo like this?
Kuroo…Kuroo may want to be with Kenma like this…no, he NEEDS to be with Kenma like this.
He looked down, when did he get a full hard on? His cock was throbbing, desperate for attention. This was it, once he reached for it, there really was no turning back. Kuroo looked at it and gulped, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own and grabbed his cock at the base firmly.
He let out a moan which sounded more like a whine caused by the excitement building deep within him because he was going to masturbate to his friend, to Kenma.
Kuroo stopped the video, put his phone away and closed his eyes. He could see it clearly, Kenma on top of him, fully naked. His skin looked so soft and milky.
Kuroo's eyes were moving all over Kenma's body, everything about it was driving Kuroo crazy. Kenma's rosy perky nipples, soft belly, plump thighs or…his cute little cock, half hard and with a pinkish hue at the tip.
Kenma looked at Kuroo while touching himself, moving his hands all over his body, tempting Kuroo.
“Kuro, will you make me feel good?”, Kenma said while looking at Kuroo's cock. Kuroo had been stroking himself already by this point, but now his grip changed a little, to be more rough, and he set a constant pace. Squelching sounds could be heard from the friction caused by the movement combined with the amount of precum leaking from the tip.
“Kuro…make me feel good, please…Kuro”, Kenma said while stroking himself. Kuroo's name coming from Kenma's soft lips in such a sultry tone, he couldn't have imagined he would ever hear it. Kuroo's cock was throbbing excitedly, his hand moving quicker now. All he could think of was Kenma, Kenma, Kenma.
“Hey, Kuro, are you doing this because of me? Do you like me this much?”, Kenma came closer to Kuroo while still stroking himself and now pinching a nipple as well. Kuroo couldn't seem to answer, too focused on Kenma's delicious body and moving his hand, driven by want.
“Kuro…”, Kenma was looking at him directly in the eye. Oh, this look, Kuroo was done for because the look Kenma gave him, like he could see right through Kuroo, making him feel so vulnerable, see how much of a pervert he was, jerking off to this fantasy of his childhood friend, lusting after his body.
A devious smile appeared on Kenma's pretty face. “Do you want to cum, Kuro?”, Kuroo just whimpered and nodded repeatedly.
“Are you gonna cum for me? Imagine you're cumming inside me, Kuro”, Kenma said as he placed one hand on Kuroo's cheek and the other was still jerking off his own dick.
“K-Kenma!”, that sent Kuroo over the edge, who had been increasing his strokes to the point of almost being painful. He rolled his eyes back as he came hard, trying to muffle his voice by putting one hand over his mouth. He was spilling all over his hand, it being covered by the sticky fluid. He continued moving his hand until every last drop was out, breathing heavily.
“What the fuck just happened…”, Kuroo managed to get out, still trying to even his breathing out and finally opening his eyes.
He began to feel all that had been pushed to the side while pleasuring himself, all the shame and guilt dawning on him.
What the fuck just happened? You have the gall to ask…Well, you just jerked off to your friend, dumbass!
“I'm the worst”, was all Kuroo could say after reprimanding himself mentally. He quickly cleaned everything and stayed in silence for a moment, trying to think about how this all came to be, it all happened so fast…He couldn't do this right now, not when he had to wake up early in the morning for practice and, oh no, he had to go wake Kenma up too…
Nope, he couldn't deal with this right now so it was a problem for tomorrow's Kuroo. It wasn't long before sleep came, his body indeed feeling relaxed after having, probably, the best orgasm he had ever had so far.
In his dreams, Kuroo may or may have not met up with fantasy Kenma again, but that's something real Kenma didn't need to know.
He may or may have not gotten hard and jerked in front of a sleeping Kenma when going to wake him up next morning, but that's something real Kenma didn't need to know.
And, he may or may have not gotten hit by a volleyball during practice because he couldn't stop thinking about fucking his friend raw and filling him with his cum to the point of it spilling out, but that is also something real Kenma didn't need to know…yet.