Kuroo doesn't feel too bad for going through Kenma's laptop while he's out of the room because honestly, if Kenma didn't want him going through his laptop, he'd leave it locked like he does when he's feeling cautious.
Kenma says he's going to the bathroom, and Kuroo waits until he's completely walked out of the room, then pulls the laptop over onto his lap with a soft hum. He isn't even in the mood to cause shit right now, and maybe Kenma had picked that up from him before, maybe that's why Kenma felt safe enough leaving his laptop open and still logged in.
Right now, Kuroo's just curious. He wants to poke around and so he does, opening Kenma's browser and snorting with disbelief at the sheer number of tabs he has open. He doesn't know how Kenma's poor laptop handles it, or how Kenma can even tell the tabs apart, for that matter. They're all squished really close together and most of them don't even have their complete page titles showing. Kuroo clicks some at random, wondering what kind of websites Kenma visits often enough that he needs to keep it open. There's a lot, apparently.
His third click brings him to a tumblr page, and Kuroo pauses when he realises exactly what kind of tumblr page it is.
It's completely dedicated to audio recordings of people having sex, or jerking off. The specific tag that Kenma has opened in this tab is the one for dirty talk. Kuroo's palms sweat as he immediately conjures the mental image of Kenma jerking off with his headphones in, listening to an audio recording of a stranger talking dirty to him. He probably does it in this bed and fuck, Kuroo's hard just thinking about it.
He's still stuck on the same tab, lost in his thoughts, as Kenma walks back into the room.
"What are you doing?" Kenma asks softly, his eyes going wide, not when he sees his laptop in Kuroo's lap, but when he realises which tab Kuroo has found.
"I didn't know you were into this," Kuroo mururs, and fuck, his voice sounds a little rougher than usual already. It's embarrassing just how much this is getting to him.
Kenma blinks, trying to figure out how to reply. Finally, he says, "I am."
"How do you like it?" Kuroo asks. "Do you like being told what to do? Do you like being told how good it feels, how gorgeous you look?"
"Kuroo," Kenma says, his voice even quieter now. He doesn't say anything else and he doesn't need to. Kuroo puts the laptop back down on the bed and shuffles closer to Kenma, until he's sitting at the very edge of the bed, hands curling into fists on his legs as he watches Kenma, as Kenma watches him.
"Do you jerk off to it, Kenma?" he asks, pitching his voice lower on purpose this time because if he isn't going to be able to maintain an even tone, he might as well milk this situation for what it's worth. Especially with the way Kenma's licking his lips, watching Kuroo with a gaze so intense that there can only be one explanation behind it. "Do you think about me telling you those things? My lips against your ear, telling you how good your cock feels in my hand? How hard I'm going to fuck you later?"
Kenma makes a soft, needy sound, stepping closer until he's standing between Kuroo's legs, trembling hands resting on his shoulders.
"I bet you're already hard," Kuroo murmurs, leaning forward to kiss Kenma, sliding one hand down to the front of his pants. He rubs Kenma's clothed cock, pleased to find that he's right. "Me too. I can't stop thinking about you lying in this bed and jerking off to this, kitten. You must make the prettiest little noises."
Kenma whimpers burying his face in Kuroo's hair.
"Just like that," Kuroo murmurs, sliding his hand into Kenma's pants and stroking him firmly. "Is this how you want it, Kenma? You must be liking it, I can feel how wet the tip of your dick is already."
Kenma makes another soft noise into Kuroo's hair, his hips jerking into Kuroo's fist.
"Yeah, just like that," Kuroo encourages. "Fuck into my hand for me, just like that. I'll make you feel so good."
Kenma wraps his arms around Kuroo's shoulders, doing as he's told, making little sobbing noises of pleasure as he goes, as Kuroo gives him a running account of just how good he feels, how cute his little noises are. Kenma keeps going, desperate for release, and Kuroo murmurs praise as Kenma finally spills into his hand, panting softly.
"Fuck yeah," Kuroo says with an appreciative grin. "I'm going to do that more often."
"Please," Kenma replies quietly, getting to his knees to take care of Kuroo's erection in return. "All the time. Please."
There's no possible way Kuroo can deny a request like that.
FILL: Specifics (Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou; dirty talk)
Kuroo doesn't feel too bad for going through Kenma's laptop while he's out of the room because honestly, if Kenma didn't want him going through his laptop, he'd leave it locked like he does when he's feeling cautious.
Kenma says he's going to the bathroom, and Kuroo waits until he's completely walked out of the room, then pulls the laptop over onto his lap with a soft hum. He isn't even in the mood to cause shit right now, and maybe Kenma had picked that up from him before, maybe that's why Kenma felt safe enough leaving his laptop open and still logged in.
Right now, Kuroo's just curious. He wants to poke around and so he does, opening Kenma's browser and snorting with disbelief at the sheer number of tabs he has open. He doesn't know how Kenma's poor laptop handles it, or how Kenma can even tell the tabs apart, for that matter. They're all squished really close together and most of them don't even have their complete page titles showing. Kuroo clicks some at random, wondering what kind of websites Kenma visits often enough that he needs to keep it open. There's a lot, apparently.
His third click brings him to a tumblr page, and Kuroo pauses when he realises exactly what kind of tumblr page it is.
It's completely dedicated to audio recordings of people having sex, or jerking off. The specific tag that Kenma has opened in this tab is the one for dirty talk. Kuroo's palms sweat as he immediately conjures the mental image of Kenma jerking off with his headphones in, listening to an audio recording of a stranger talking dirty to him. He probably does it in this bed and fuck, Kuroo's hard just thinking about it.
He's still stuck on the same tab, lost in his thoughts, as Kenma walks back into the room.
"What are you doing?" Kenma asks softly, his eyes going wide, not when he sees his laptop in Kuroo's lap, but when he realises which tab Kuroo has found.
"I didn't know you were into this," Kuroo mururs, and fuck, his voice sounds a little rougher than usual already. It's embarrassing just how much this is getting to him.
Kenma blinks, trying to figure out how to reply. Finally, he says, "I am."
"How do you like it?" Kuroo asks. "Do you like being told what to do? Do you like being told how good it feels, how gorgeous you look?"
"Kuroo," Kenma says, his voice even quieter now. He doesn't say anything else and he doesn't need to. Kuroo puts the laptop back down on the bed and shuffles closer to Kenma, until he's sitting at the very edge of the bed, hands curling into fists on his legs as he watches Kenma, as Kenma watches him.
"Do you jerk off to it, Kenma?" he asks, pitching his voice lower on purpose this time because if he isn't going to be able to maintain an even tone, he might as well milk this situation for what it's worth. Especially with the way Kenma's licking his lips, watching Kuroo with a gaze so intense that there can only be one explanation behind it. "Do you think about me telling you those things? My lips against your ear, telling you how good your cock feels in my hand? How hard I'm going to fuck you later?"
Kenma makes a soft, needy sound, stepping closer until he's standing between Kuroo's legs, trembling hands resting on his shoulders.
"I bet you're already hard," Kuroo murmurs, leaning forward to kiss Kenma, sliding one hand down to the front of his pants. He rubs Kenma's clothed cock, pleased to find that he's right. "Me too. I can't stop thinking about you lying in this bed and jerking off to this, kitten. You must make the prettiest little noises."
Kenma whimpers burying his face in Kuroo's hair.
"Just like that," Kuroo murmurs, sliding his hand into Kenma's pants and stroking him firmly. "Is this how you want it, Kenma? You must be liking it, I can feel how wet the tip of your dick is already."
Kenma makes another soft noise into Kuroo's hair, his hips jerking into Kuroo's fist.
"Yeah, just like that," Kuroo encourages. "Fuck into my hand for me, just like that. I'll make you feel so good."
Kenma wraps his arms around Kuroo's shoulders, doing as he's told, making little sobbing noises of pleasure as he goes, as Kuroo gives him a running account of just how good he feels, how cute his little noises are. Kenma keeps going, desperate for release, and Kuroo murmurs praise as Kenma finally spills into his hand, panting softly.
"Fuck yeah," Kuroo says with an appreciative grin. "I'm going to do that more often."
"Please," Kenma replies quietly, getting to his knees to take care of Kuroo's erection in return. "All the time. Please."
There's no possible way Kuroo can deny a request like that.