#kurohina!tickle

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Manhandling (Kuroo/Kenma/Hinata)

A/N: hiiiii so i know i haven’t written anything in, like, 300 years. and i literally just sat down and wrote this today bc i got the idea in my head and was like yes, i am doing that. and it’s not even one of the prompts people are waiting so patiently for me to fill or one of my many drafts... sooo im sorry about that :( but i hope you take this fic as a peace offering while i get my crap together <3

Kenma and Hinata were very different.

Hinata was louder, more energetic, always up for a challenge - Kenma was the opposite of those things. He was quiet, timid, and generally preferred calm, relaxing activities.

These differences also changed certain ways Kuroo would act around them; not in a bad way, like having separate personalities depending on who he was with. It was in little ways that showed he paid attention to what each boy liked and was comfortable with. For example, if Hinata was upset about something, Kuroo would encourage him to blow off steam or take the redhead somewhere fun. If Kenma was upset, Kuroo would sit with him in silence until Kenma was ready to talk, gently rubbing his back so he knew Kuroo was listening.

All three of them were happy with this arrangement. But since the three of them had started dating, there was one thing in which Kenma had been, at first, very glad he wasn’t apart of.

Hinata liked being manhandled.

It sounded weird, but Hinata just really loved the fun of it. When Kuroo would randomly grab him and throw him over his shoulder or sling him under his arm, wrestling with Kuroo, being picked up and thrown onto the bed - all of it made the younger boy giggle and squeal and smile like you’d never seen before. He just loved his big strong boyfriend, okay?

Obviously, this was not something Kenma had ever imagined enjoying. He wasn’t against playful touching, but he tended to prefer holding Kuroo’s thumb when they watched movies, or when Hinata would play with his hair. He did not understand what could be so fun about being tossed around.

Until suddenly, maybe he did.

The three boys were at Kuroo’s, studying. Well, Kenma was studying. Kuroo had been studying, or trying to, until Hinata had gotten too restless to sit still. He started tossing little wads of rolled up paper at Kuroo’s head, obviously trying to get a rise out of the older boy. After hitting Kuroo with at least seven paper wads, Hinata finally got what he wanted.

“That’s it,” Kuroo stated, immediately walking to where Hinata was seated and grabbing him around the waist. Hinata squealed before rapid giggles started flowing from his mouth, increasing in volume when Kuroo pretended to drop him a couple times before tossing him on the bed. They wrestled around, Kuroo sometimes letting Hinata get close to having the upper hand before easily flipping said boy over again, and so on and so forth. Hinata was giggling so brightly that Kuroo couldn’t help but chuckle along.

Usually Kenma ignored his boyfriends when they played around like this but, for some reason that Kenma wasn’t sure of, he found himself watching.

Kuroo was strong, as the movements of his muscles as he tossed Hinata around could prove. But he was also gentle; Hinata never looked like he was hurt or in distress. He only looked like he was having the time of his life.

For the first time ever, Kenma thought, hmm. Maybe there could be something fun about it.

Kuroo grabbed one of Hinata’s arms to pull him into his lap when he looked up at Kenma, just as Kenma was looking over at him.

For a brief second their eyes met and, to Kenma’s dismay, he felt his cheeks flush.

He looked down right away, but he knew Kuroo had seen him. Had seen him blush. Oh no.

“What’s going on, Kitten?” Kuroo asked, voice absolutely dripping with teasing. “You want in?”

Kenma shook his head, but he could feel his blush deepening.

“Aww, Kenma’s jealous,” Kuroo purred, causing Kenma’s blush to invade his ears and neck.

“What? Really?” Hinata asked. He was laying on his back, Kuroo’s hand flat on his chest to hold him there, but he looked upside down at Kenma with sparkles in his eyes. “Kenma’s jealous??

“I’m not,” Kenma mumbled, turning away, but he was so hilariously embarrassed and unconvincing that Kuroo only laughed. Damn. He really knew Kenma too well.

Kenma tensed when he heard Kuroo get up from the bed and walk over to him softly. He tried not to react when he felt Kuroo’s hands on his shoulders, felt his breath in his ear, felt his stupid dumb smirk filling up the room.

A few seconds of silence. They felt long. A whispered, “you’re so cute, Ken.”

Suddenly Kuroo spun the chair Kenma was in so it faced him, reached down, and easily scooped Kenma up into his arms.

Kenma’s initial squeak was so quiet he hoped Kuroo didn’t hear it, but judging by the chuckle Kuroo let out, Kenma wasn’t holding his breath. Kuroo jostled Kenma around until he was holding the smaller boy bridal-style and, just like he did with Hinata earlier, pretended to drop Kenma, catching him at the last moment.

Kenma didn’t know what was wrong with him. Every time Kuroo “dropped” him, he would let out such an embarrassing little squeal before Kuroo caught him again - he even knew it was coming, and he still ended up making that noise! After the fourth time, Kenma couldn’t help it anymore; he giggled.

He giggled, then turned beet red and shoved his face into the crook of Kuroo’s neck when he and Hinata cooed at him. Kuroo gave Kenma’s hair a playful tug. “Hey, don’t hide!”

Kenma shook his head but didn’t remove it from its hiding place, so flustered that he didn’t notice Kuroo had walked to the bed until he felt himself being gently tossed onto it.

He landed with a gasp, and when he looked at Hinata they boy was grinning like Christmas had come early. “Kenma! Hey!”

The boys bounced slightly when Kuroo sat on the bed, and before Kenma had time to be any more embarrassed, Kuroo scooped him into his lap and cradled him close. “Kenma, come play.”

Kenma hesitated. This was very out of the ordinary for him, so naturally he felt unsure. But he felt Kuroo’s strong arms around him, saw Hinata’s excited smile; Kenma trusted them. Trusted Kuroo to know if it was too much for him, to be gentle.

Kenma reached out a hand and placed it against Kuroo’s chest, pushing softly. He smiled nervously, giving Kuroo a silent go ahead.

Kuroo took hold of Kenma’s upper arms, picking him up enough to toss him onto his back - all gently, of course. All playful and fun.

Kenma fought back the way he’d seen Hinata do; he got up on his knees and grabbed Kuroo’s arm, trying to push him over, but could only squeal as Kuroo used it as leverage to lift him up and plop him down near the headboard.

Kenma was giggling, and he couldn’t stop. Hinata was giggling at Kenma’s giggling, and Kenma couldn’t believe he was having fun.

But before Kenma could decide his next move, Kuroo grabbed him quickly by the waist to pull him closer and onto his back, making him squeal.

But it wasn’t just an oh, you’ve surprised me squeal. It was a very specific squeal, one that Kuroo and Hinata knew well.

Kuroo’s hands were still on Kenma’s waist, and Kenma was so hyper aware of it. It tickled. He held his breath.

Kuroo squeezed the same spot where he had grabbed Kenma. The latter let out a yelp and reached his hands down to push at Kuroo’s. Their eyes met again, and Kenma blushed. Again. Hinata laughed loudly. “Get him, Kuroo!”

Kuroo didn’t need to be told twice.

Kenma squealed again when Kuroo’s fingers dug into the fleshy part of his waist, clawing gently at his belly before squeezing at his flanks. He was so fast Kenma’s hands couldn’t keep up, and he was lost in frantic, high-pitched giggles that poured out from deep inside him. To make matters worse, Kuroo started manhandling him again, scooping him up into his lap to pinch his thighs and make him scream. He tossed Kenma over his shoulder and gently let him roll over the other side so the smaller boy was disoriented, before grabbing at his ribs and pinching in a way that had Kenma breathless.

Kenma was laughing, childish and sweet, and almost felt dizzy. Even though he was being tossed around, the only part of him that hurt was his cheeks from smiling so big.

Unfortunately for Kenma, due to the state he was in he forgot that Hinata was there. And that he loved hearing Kenma laugh. And that he loved making Kenma laugh. So he was totally unprepared when Hinata squeezed at his knees, giggling when it made Kenma laugh louder.

Kuroo picked Kenma up one more time so he could spin the blond around and onto his back again, sitting loosely on Kenma’s thighs, and slowed his hands before leaning close to the boy beneath him.

Kenma could only pant and hold onto Kuroo’s wrists when the boy whispered, “honestly, Ken. You’re cute.”

And then Kuroo was digging his thumbs into the dips of Kenma’s hips and the boy was gone, a shriek leaving his mouth before he was even aware of it, bucking and squirming and squealing like never before. He could barely hear Hinata over his own laughter, but he was sure the younger boy was laughing and cooing at him. Hinata reached over to gently swipe the pads of his fingers down Kenma’s throat, and when Kenma scrunched his neck up and let out a desperate, giggly stop, both boyfriends halted their tickling.

Kuroo once again picked Kenma up and into his lap, chuckling to himself when Kenma initially flinched with a giggle, and held him close. “Did you have fun, Ken?”

A pause. “Yeah. I did.” And it was true. He understood why Hinata liked it when Kuroo tossed him around; feeling the strong arms of someone you trust wrap around you and toss you this way and that was fun, and Kenma didn’t mind that it made him giggle his head off. It felt nice, being in Kuroo’s careful embrace like that.

“So... we can play with you, too?” Hinata asked hopefully.

“Okay,” Kenma whispered, blushing slightly once more. “But no tickling!”

Hinata and Kuroo couldn’t help but smile at their sweet little boyfriend.

After a few moments of silence, Kenma spoke up. “I don’t think Hinata was done wanting you to play with him, Kuroo.”

Hinata let out an indignant squawk when Kuroo turned to him with a devious smirk. “I think you’re right. Would you like to help, Ken?”

“Uh huh.”

Kuroo let go of Kenma and grabbed Hinata by the waist, laughing evilly to make Hinata squeal again. He lifted the younger boy until he was almost upside down before letting him bounce onto the mattress, and before Hinata could wrestle back Kuroo held his arms and yelled, in an echo of Hinata’s command earlier, “get him, Kenma!”

“W-wait!” Hinata tittered nervously, eyeing Kenma’s hands that were hovering above his ribs, “I thought you said no tickling! Kenma, you said that!”

A small smile. “I changed my mind.” This was fun.

And laughter rang out into the room once again.

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