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Nineteen year old Kuroo who comes home to visit only to realize that his best friend is hot actually. He doesn't look that different from how he always did, maybe a tiny bit taller, a little bit more muscular - the things that happen when you grow up -

But for the first time in his life, Kuroo is...noticing him. His face, with it's small, pretty features, his soft hair, his slim body with pretty collarbones and slender fingers, but feels kind of strong against his when they hug. Kenma's been cooped up at home without Kuroo there to drag him places, so for once, he's the one who suggest going out. They borrow his dad's car and go to a movie theater, scrolling on their phones for the showings with the ignition off instead of walking the few hundred feet to check.

Kenma leans over from the driver's seat, "Look at this text from Tora," he says.

>> me and Lev found a kitten! [image attached]

The picture is of a tiny kitten with a collar and two hands, obviously belonging to Lev and Tora, petting it.

Kuroo laughs, "How does Lev always find cats?"

Kenma shrugs with a smile, and taps a reply back. Kuroo feels a strange pang inside when he leans away.

"So is there anything good playing?"

"Not really," Kuroo says, "Unless you want to watch a romantic comedy."

"Mm, if it's that one with the actress who cries a lot, it looks bad."

"I have no idea who you're talking about. Is it her?" They both lean in again, shoulders touching.

"Yeah," Kenma tilts his head to look at Kuroo, "Remember in that superhero movie, she kept screaming and crying?"

"No, but I believe you. What do you want to do then?"

Kenma sighs and rests his head onto Kuroo's shoulder, "Can we just hang out in here? I don't want to do anything but I also don't want to be around my parents for a little while."

Kuroo laughs, he remembers the stifling feeling of third year, "Sure. Wanna sit in the backseat?"

"Yeah," Kenma twists around and slithers through the gap to get to the back. Kuroo elects to use the doors.

When they're settled, Kenma pulls out his phone again. "Can I show you something weird?"

"Yes, please."

Kenma types into the search bar, /volleyball porn/, and clicks on the first result. There's a girl onscreen in a volleyball uniform humping a volleyball.

"Not that weird," Kuroo comments.

"Just wait."

"Yes!" she moans, way over the top, "Bokuto-san, yes!"

"What??" Kuroo half-shouts.

Kenma looks at him with wide eyes and a huge grin, "I /know/."

"She said Bokuto, right? She said that!"

Kenma turns up the volume and scoots closer to Kuroo. "Bokuto-san!" the girl wails.

"She /has/ to be talking about our Bokuto," Kuroo says, laughing.

"He's the only pro-volleyball player with that name right now," Kenma agrees.

"That's insane," Kuroo whispers.

Kenma cackles, "I haven't decided if I should send it to Akaashi yet"

"Fuck, send it to Bo too. He'll love this."

The video ends with a ridiculous whine as the girl exaggerates her orgasm, crying out Bokuto's name.

"I've never gotten the whining," Kenma says, "It's not even hot."

"Yeah, I don't want to know who it's fooling. Hey, have you ever looked up Kodzuken porn?" Kuroo asks, snickering. "There are impersonators who pretend to be youtubers getting fucked."

"My channel's not that big, so I doubt we'd find anything," Kenma says, typing it out anyways. They don't find real porn, but what they do find is a compilation on youtube titled, /Kodzuken Porn For Simps/

"Hey guys," Kenma's voice says. There's a zoom in as his tongue flicks out to lick his lips.

"Oh god," Kenma says, "I hate this already."

As they watch, there's a series of clips of Kenma smirking while playing COD, biting his lip as he concentrates, and untying his hair. Kenma cringes at each new clip, but Kuroo...

"I kinda have to admit, a little hot," he says.

Kenma rolls his eyes, "Shut up."

"I'm serious," Kuroo hesitates for a moment, but then decides /fuck it/, there's nothing he could say to Kenma that would fuck up their friendship, "You look good. Hot."

"Me? Or the video," Kenma says teasingly, turning to look at Kuroo. Kuroo ruffles a hand through his own hair, looking around the car with a smile before landing back on Kenma, "You," he admits.

Kenma grins, rolling his eyes, but his cheeks go a little pink, "You look good too," he says.

Kuroo notes the difference in his smile. Until recently, his grin still felt sort of innocent. A child's smile. Even though Kuroo knew that Kenma was far from innocent of course, evil plans lay behind that smile. This grin though...it's more confident. Sultry, in a way. Kenma clicks his phone off and sets it on the center console. He looks back at Kuroo like he's evaluating him.

"What?" Kuroo laughs.

Kenma shakes his head, "I'm just trying to decide something."

"What are you trying to decide?"

"I'm trying to decide if it would be weird for us to make out."

Kuroo laughs again, feeling his cheeks warm, "I don't think it would be weird," he shrugs one shoulder.

"If you say so," Kenma leans in close, resting a hand on Kuroo's inner thigh. His heavy eyelids and golden eyes are locked on Kuroo's. Kenma's tongue wets his still smirking lips.

Oh okay, this is actually happening.

Without closing his eyes, Kenma kisses Kuroo softly. Kuroo brings a hand to Kenma's face and pushes the loose hair away from it. Kenma's eyes close. Kuroo lets his close as well, inhaling the familiar scent of his best friend. He runs his tongue along Kenma's lips, who opens them and licks back delicately like he's tasting Kuroo, seeing if he likes it. Kuroo's heart thrums pleasantly inside his chest. He kisses back a little harder and Kenma makes a small sound. The hand he has in Kenma's hair tightens involuntarily. Kenma pulls away about half an inch and speaks.

"You're right, not weird."

Kuroo smiles and kisses him again, bringing his other hand to Kenma's waist. Kenma takes it a step further and shifts their bodies so that Kuroo is leaning back in the seat and straddles him. Kuroo doesn't know why, but he's sort of surprised to feel Kenma's length pressing against his body. It's nice though, it feels good. Kenma rolls his hips, obviously feeling Kuroo's erection underneath him as well. He tucks his feet in close to his body, hooking them on the insides of Kuroo's knees, and Kuroo feels slender fingers run into his messy hair. There's a tug at the back of Kuroo's head, Kenma wordlessly commanding Kuroo to tilt his chin up. Kuroo snickers softly against his mouth and the fingers twist in his hair sharply.

Kenma leans away, continuing to move his hips. "I was wondering if you felt similarly," he says conversationally, as though his piercing eyes and rolling hips aren't currently removing the breath from Kuroo's body.

"Similarly?" Kuroo manages.

"You went to college and you came back hot. I didn't go to college, but..."

"But you're hot now?" Kuroo laughs breathily.

"That's for you to say," Kenma says as though it has nothing to do with him.

"You're hot now," Kuroo confirms.

He slides his hands under Kenma's baggy top, exposing his stomach, and rubs his thumbs over Kenma's nipples. Kenma gasps.

Kuroo grins, "Is that your weak spot then?"

"I'm not an enemy boss," Kenma says indignantly.

Kuroo pinches lightly at one of his nipples and Kenma moans like he can't help it.

"I don't knoww, seems like I'm winning."

His grin widens at the competitive fire that lights in Kenma's eyes. He hates losing.

Kenma curls down and bites at Kuroo's neck, making his hands pause and squeeze Kenma's body. He runs his runs over the spot lightly and up to Kuroo's ear.

"Fuck," Kuroo breathes. He can practically see Kenma's smug little smirk in his mind's eye and decides to break it with some fun of his own. He takes a hand and slides it down the back of Kenma's jeans. There's a soft, shuddering breath in his ear. He squeezes, and is gifted with an involuntary sound. Kenma seems to take his own pleasure as an attack and aggressively sucks at Kuroo's earlobe, forcing a breath out of Kuroo's lungs.

He makes a sound that's half laugh, half gasp, "It's not actually a competition, Kenma."

//Brb, I'll continue this in just a few minutes ✌️

"Not that I'm complaining," Kuroo concedes.

A hand snakes down the front of his body and Kenma presses it against Kuroo's cock through his jeans. Kuroo takes a breath, the hand down Kenma's jeans squeezing again.

"You do think I'm hot," Kenma whispers in his ear. Kuroo groans, the feeling of Kenma's hand against him and his voice in his ear making him feel almost dizzy. Kenma unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zip. Kuroo feels his breath shudder. There's something sort of unbelievable about the situation, /Kenma/ is touching him right now

"Bigger than I thought, actually," he says, running his hand along Kuroo's length.

"What were you expecting?" Kuroo manages breathily.

"Something I could fit in my mouth."

Kenma says it so nonchalantly, like he didn't just make Kuroo's cock leak with words from his lips. He leans away from Kuroo's ear then and slips his hand inside of his underwear. Kuroo gasps at the skin to skin contact. Kenma smirks at whatever expression is on his face.

"Don't worry, Kuro," he says, "I'll still do my best."

Kuroo's brain isn't keeping up. His best at what?

Kenma slides off of his lap and kneels between his knees on the car floor. /Oh/.

"Scoot up," he commands.

Kuroo does. Kenma smiles sweetly and then pushes the waistband of his boxer briefs down. He grasps Kuroo in one tiny hand

He gives it a few strokes, "I'm not very good deep throating," he explains, in the same tone that he might have said /my blocking need some work/

"I have a big mouth," he continues, "But I haven't really done anything about my gag reflex."

Kuroo laughs in mild disbelief, "Kenma, trust me, I am not about to complain."

Kenma laughs, "No, you're not," he says confidently.

Oh fuck.

Kenma opens his mouth and sucks on the tip. It's hot and wet and it feel so good.

"/Kenma/," Kuroo breathes. Kenma hums. He sinks down lower and then pulls back up, keeping his lips wrapped around Kuroo's cock. He takes Kuroo's hands, which are curling on the seat beside him and places them on his own head. He hums again, the feeling reverberating inside of Kuroo. Kuroo groans and combs his fingers tightly into Kenma's hair, responding to the wordless order.

"Mm," Kenma hums again in approval.

He begins moving in earnest, sinking about halfway down each time before rising and sucking hard on the way up, making Kuroo's breath shake and groan. After a few head bobs, he sinks further than he has and gags. He doesn't lift up though, simply letting the saliva drip down Kuroo's cock and over his hand. His eyes lock with Kuroo's, they're watery and intense. "Fuck, you're so sexy Kenma," Kuroo groans.

Kenma comes off of him with a pop, "Thank you," he says with a little smile. His cheeks are pink, and if his saliva drenched hand wasn't currently stroking Kuroo's dick, he would look sweet and innocent. Regardless, it's cute. Kuroo reaches down and wipes a trail of spit running down his lip.

"You good?" he asks.

Kenma rolls his eyes and wraps his mouth back around Kuroo. He lowers his head, and when he comes back up, his cheeks hollow out as he sucks. The feeling shatters Kuroo's breath. Kenma starts to move faster, gliding down and sucking on the way back up, his golden eyes checking Kuroo's expressions.

"I'm close," Kuroo gasps suddenly.

Kenma takes his mouth off Kuroo and continues stroking, lowering himself until his face is level with Kuroo's cock.

"Come on my face, Kuro."

Kuroo does, spilling over those pretty features of Kenma's, ruining his delicate face with his sticky cum. When he's done, he leans back into his seat, panting. "That was. So good," he says, his words clipped from labored breathing.

"Good," Kenma smiles, gathering cum off of his face with a finger and licking it off. He looks absolutely obscene to Kuroo. This is the same kid who refused to eat a gummy bear that fell on the ground. He gets most of it off, leaving his face just a little sticky.

"Yummy," he grins, pleased.

Kuroo laughs, "How about you now?"

"I don't think you'll fit on the floor," Kenma says, getting a wet wipe from the seat pocket. He wipes the residue from his face. "That's true. Come up here then," Kuroo pats his lap.

Kenma does, straddling his legs once again. Kuroo undoes his jeans and takes his dick out. It's hard and the tip is red and shiny with precum.

Kenma pants as Kuroo strokes him, leaning his forehead against Kuroo's. "Kuro," he sighs, his eyes closed.

Kuroo strokes his hand through Kenma's hair as the other works over Kenma's dick.

Kenma sighs and gasps with the movement of his hand, "I'm going to be thinking about this," he breathes, "Until you visit again."

Kuroo's heart throbs at the idea.

"Me too," he says softly.

Kenma's eyes open and his breath quickens, uneven, "I'm-I-" he moans, a lewd choked sound, and then he's spilling over Kuroo's hand.

/His face is so pretty/, Kuroo thinks, watching his best friend orgasm. When he's finished, Kenma sighs again, deep and satisfied. He quickly hands Kuroo the wet wipes when he notices his mess dripping onto Kuroo's jeans.

Kuroo wipes his hands and jeans off as Kenma slides off of his lap and puts himself away. Kenma giggles a little. "What is it?" Kuroo asks with a smile.

"I just feel like such a cliché teenager right now," Kenma's eyes crinkle with amusement, "getting laid in the back of my dad's car in a movie theater parking lot.

Kuroo laughs, "You're an adult technically."

"True," Kenma settles against the seat, turned towards Kuroo, "When are you leaving?"

"Day after tomorrow," Kuroo says, balling up the wet wipes.

Kenma smiles, "Then we can do this one more time before you leave."

Kuroo grins, "Yes, we can."

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Kuroo, age twenty six, calls his boyfriend, who's editing in the other room "Oy, Kenma!"

"What?" Kenma calls back.

"Come here!"

On Kuroo's laptop is a porn site. Typed into the search bar, the words "kodzuken porn"

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