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“...So are you going to take that off?”
“Hm?”
Kuroo paused the towel he was using to vigorously dry his crazed hair as the tub drained behind him.
Kenma’s golden eyes flickered up to meet his, eyebrows raising expectantly. The new soft bath towel that was stretched over his head and around his body made him look like a little ghost.
“What? The eyeliner?"
"Duh."
"No, Kenma, I’m not," Kuroo half snorted at the apparent foolishness of this question and continued to dry his fluffy tufts. "This was your wish and I’ll see to it that you get all nineteen of them for the entirety of your sacred day of birth. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I preemptively nerfed all your wishes like that?”
“Okay…" Kenma chose his words carefully. "Then I wish for you to take that stuff off before you get too tired and lazy to do anything about it...”
“Duly noted. I’ll add it to next year’s wishlist."
“Oh my god…”
Kenma turned away from him to snag his phone off the vanity while he air dried under his towel, but a snickering still completely nude Kuroo caught him by the forearms then pulled him into a damp, rowdy hug.
"Why do you put up with me and my metro ass, huh?" The blocker asked, razzing his knuckles along his boyfriend's shoulder blades through the cotton.
"You take care of yourself... usually. There's nothing wrong with that," Kenma shrugged in his arms. "And you have a nice butt."
"You know it's always yours for the taking Kenma~" Kuroo chimed in near sing-song. "You even had it as a wish! Sorta. Let's see… Here we go. February 3, 10:57 PM: 'I need to pounce you more often.' And I said, 'You're more than welcome to,' and then you said, 'Rollover.'"
"I fucked you twice?"
Although it wasn't entirely unusual for Kenma to top when he had enough motivation or energy to, he couldn't recall ever double-dipping on it before. Kuroo sometimes did when they'd been apart for a while or were particularly extra horny, though usually they'd just wait until later in the day to do it again. Quite frankly, he was pretty sure he'd remember pegging his own boyfriend twice in one go (or his messed up wrists would at least). Kuroo tended to get unforgettably vocal when Kenma was giving him D.
"Well, I mean you tried, but you were really sleepy after the first time so it was more like you humped me again for thirty seconds and then passed out cold. Don't worry though, I still cuddled you," Kuroo explained proudly.
Kenma gave him an unimpressed look and then finally unwrapped himself from his ghostie cocoon to dry the clinging water droplets from his pale skinny legs.
"You know I would, but—"
"I know you're tired babe. I get it. I wanted you to relax, that's my fault there," Kuroo cut him off sincerely. "But I think we could try something a little different if you want to. Hardly any energy required on your end and ass-conquering orgasmic fun times for Little Kenma and the boys."
"That seems like an over promise..." Kenma mumbled as he transitioned to brushing out his long wet strands of black and blonde.
"It's one of your wishes thooouugh," Kuroo somehow sang and whined at the same time.
Kenma squinted and pulled a power move by shoving his hand over the persistent horndog's mouth.
Naturally, Kuroo licked it.
"Ew, come on," the small cat recoiled instantly, reaching for a fresh hand towel on the counter between their sinks.
"But Little Kenma wants to give it a go—look!"
Both cats glanced down to find that Kenma was in fact sporting the beginnings of a hard-on already with his sweetly modest cock perking up at the promise of "orgasmic fun times." Why was his body always a traitor siding with Kuroo like this?
"Will you stop calling it 'Little Kenma?' My cousins still call me that..."
"Kenma junior then."
"No."
"Pickle Kenma."
"No."
"Pickle Kyanma."
"What the—NO. You are such a butt, can't you even—"
"Oyaaa, I'm sorry, sorry! I'll shut up!" Kuroo laughed deeply and once again wrestled Kenma by the arms as he tried to exit their shiny new bathroom.
"Seriously, though!" The far too energetic blocker continued instead of shutting up. "I can't remember the last time you got to go to pound town on this fine booty and since it won't require a lot from you other than this bad boy I think you'll like what I have in mind."
The former setter stilled his resistance as Kuroo very nonchalantly unfolded his large bath-warm fingers over Kenma's rapidly gravity-defying dick and then proceeded to palm his entire package in little fluid waves of teasing affection. Flashbacks of the last time he topped his boyfriend stirred in his mind.
Truth be told, he loved the unintended power trip he got from absolutely destroying Kuroo in bed. Kenma knew this and Kuroo certainly knew this too otherwise he wouldn't be suggesting it right now. He also loved the insanely tight, slick heat that Kuroo's happy cock-loving ass provided while he fucked him properly senseless. And he would be lying if he said he didn't get some sort of smug satisfaction from his boyfriend's O face because as much as Kuroo teased him for his repertoire of too-honest looks the roosterhead himself was a goddamn periodic table of emotional expression. Over the years, it had become Kenma's silent quest to slowly unlock as many of his lover's facial elements as possible—experiments in Tetsurou's "sexpressions" so to speak. However, there was one teeny tiny snag that frequently prevented him from making too much headway on this mini game.
Kenma was allergic to cardio.
Metaphorically speaking that is. Specifically, he had sacrificed a large portion of his younger years to Kuroo and the merciless fitness gods and although he didn't regret that at all (in fact, he was grateful in many ways) he was also not interested in physically exhausting himself on a regular basis like that anymore. Like, period. For one, he was too old (he told himself despite only being in his late twenties). And two, he became exhausted even just watching snippets of MSBY games Shouyou sent him every so often when he was trying to prove that he was still interesting and worth the annual sponsorship dollars BB Corp threw his way each year.
"I don't know…" Kenma sighed despite becoming exponetially horiner by the second with his boyfriend's huge hand groping his cock and balls so casually confident like this. "My arms are total crap when it comes to topping you. I think I was hocked up on like three energy drinks, a market bump, and a winning streak last time and it still messed me up for days... You know I'm not good at it..."
"And I've told you a billion and fifty four times Kenma; you just need some very light weight training, even once a week—"
"Wrong answer."
Although his desperate semi disagreed vehemently, Kenma tried to continue his naked shuffle out of the bathroom but ever the annoying blocker that he was Kuroo caught him firmly by his boney slumped shoulders. Then the hefty warmth of his boyfriend's own perfectly thickening hard-on grinded up in a few devilish thrusts beside his own.
It was super effective.
Kenma resented this.
"Wanna actually play a round before you review, post, and downvote, boss?" Kuroo murmured in sultry amused temptation.
"I don't ever downvote you, you know that..."
They stood pressed together in silence. Kenma was sure Kuroo could feel his rapidly disturbed pulse throbbing up through his dick at this point. But his boyfriend did suddenly still against him, cockhead resting in the dip of his own mochi soft stomach.
"Kenma," the wildly fluff-dried tall cat said in a more serious yet even softer tone. "Really, we can do whatever you want in bed or out of it. It makes no difference to me. We could go watch another season of Dining with the Chef for all I care."
The small cat's pensive listening face framed by layers of brushed-straight damp hair crinkled instantly into a look of pure disgust.
A loud, amused laugh rumbled above him.
"Look, I'm saying it's totally up to you birthday boy," Kuroo tried to smile and kiss his forehead at the same time but gave up and opted for nuzzling it with his nose instead.
"...What did you have in mind?" Kenma tried to say without huffing out his breath which was damn near impossible with his boyfriend now continuing to subtly rock his hips into him despite his lip service to neutrality.
"Come play and find out," Kuroo grinned mischievously.
—
The blocker wasted no time pulling his lover by the hand back into their bedroom which was now lit by the glow of the bathroom alone since the autumn sun had gone to bed far earlier than usual.
For the first time in quite a long time, Kenma sort of felt like he was an awkwardly excited horny teen again on a quest to get frisky with Kuroo without getting caught. The promise of something "a little different" felt oddly alluring even though he generally disliked unpredictability. Sure he loved their usual quickie grinding for orgasmic XP starring Kuroo's multi-talented and award-winning dick, but there was something to be said for the renewed butterfly palpitations he was having all the way from his heart to his groin as his boyfriend eagerly ushered him towards their bed.
Gracelessly, Kuroo plunked his toned ass on the edge of their comforter and then pulled both of Kenma's hands close in to him until the naked little half blonde stood between his thick thighs. Because he was so tall he still had access to begin lapping a slow pattern of eager kisses along his boyfriend's delicate collarbone earning him a very low groan of indignant approval.
"You're so beautiful when your hair's still wet," Kuroo's deep voice crooned as he sucked a salty hickey into the pulse at his throat. A hand was still threaded through his companion's much smaller one while the other lifted to brush the clinging damp strands away from reflective golden eyes.
"Am not," Kenma refuted in a soft broken pant, but those ever-dexterous fingers cupped his face. An action which was contrasted by the rough kiss that parted his compliment-denying lips. Their short puffs of labored breath were wildfire against the open air chill of sensitive goosebumped skin.
"Are too," his boyfriend insisted with an edge of that heavy lust-thick sex drawl he pulled out whenever he really wanted to get Kenma seriously wet for him. Much to Kenma's frequent annoyance, it had a terrifyingly high accuracy rate.
Kuroo's tongue flitted inside to tumble softly with his companion's before rolling into laps of smooth, rhythmic silk. His ornery teeth snagged Kenma's lower lip earning him a lovely little involuntary keening sound from deep within his boyfriend's now patchily marked throat.
At this Kenma felt another chaotic rush of desire flood his groin, boosting his now full-fledged erection and making him jerk uselessly into Kuroo's stomach as he stood before him on the bed. For balance, he clutched the broad solid shoulders which had carried him home on more than one occasion over the years. If one looked very carefully in just the right light they'd see that Kuroo still had the scar he'd accidentally given him when they were kids tucked just between his shoulder joint and collarbone. It was a visual reminder to Kenma that even though they bickered sometimes to the point of blind absurdity Kuroo would always drop everything (often literally) if he was in trouble. He'd always trusted these shoulders and the boy-turned-man that they belonged to.
Speaking of scars, the one thing Kuroo nearly always kept his mouth shut about were Kenma's unintended claws which currently were digging into his back as he held on for stability. He continued his thorough tonguework and let his hot, reverent palms roam freely over the velvet planes of Kenma's thighs until they found a particularly gorgeous spot where his thumbs hooked into the dip of his hip bones. Long fingers trailed around to grip the delicate curve of his bottom, pressing deep into the layers of bruise-sensitive flesh that Kuroo so often had the exclusive privilege of destroying in the best ways possible. This ass had taken his world-conquering dick (Kenma's humor, not his) so well and so many times over the years that it was only fair to return the favor once in a while. If he wanted to that was.
Suddenly, Kuroo's arms squeezed tight below his boyfriend's cute buttcheeks tipping him up until they fell backwards onto the bed. Their bodies melted together in holy sweaty union, cocks sandwiched hard between contrasting slabs of belly fat and finely-cut muscle. The bed-headed fool experimentally thrust his hips upwards making Kenma cling to him for again.
"You could have me like this," Kuroo teased naughtily as he dry humped his boyfriend from below.
Although "dry" probably was not the best word to describe the situation because Kenma's dick was currently smearing a decent amount of precum into his washboard belly button and Kuroo's own far too excited cock was doing the same to Kodzuken's world-famous balls. Oddly enough, this was an actual phrase rooted in the fact that Kenma didn't take jack shit from trash-talkers in game so his clapback dry sarcasm had given birth to a variety of memes involving said "world-famous balls" of steel. Kuroo enjoyed every single one of these but he was no longer allowed to mention them in bed because it usually made him laugh so hard he sounded like an ill hyena which was not Kenma's preferred state to bonk in.
"Or…" The blocker continued tempestuously, hiking up his solid grip underneath the fleshy peaches of sweet Kenma booty.
Then just as suddenly as before Kuroo rolled them over completely onto the center of the bed, pinning Kenma below him against the grainy geometric plush of their comforter. Long hair fanned out beneath the former setter in a half-dried tussle of blonde tips and midnight roots that stopped giving a fuck a long time ago.
"Or I could ride you like this," Kuroo whispered huskily into his boyfriend's ear, once again sending a hot pulse of electric desire through to his nether region.
Oh.
That...
Hm.
Kenma recalled them trying this exactly once before back in Kuroo and Daichi's tiny apartment (sans roommate clearly) and it did not end well. Although the view of Kuroo's weighty, wanting cock bobbing up and down on top of him was glorious, the blocker had practically crushed Kenma's pelvis from the sheer bulky heaviness of his much larger form and they ended up having to change positions anyway. Truthfully, the gamer did appreciate any opportunity to get balls deep into Kuroo's mighty fine ass but more frequently than not it involved having to prop himself up long enough for them to both come which is why Kenma topping in any capacity simply wasn't their go-to sex position. His endurance was absolute shit compared to Mr. I-Still-Run-Every-Day-and-Hit-the-Gym-Four-Times-a-Week.
But it was his birthday… and he did really want to fuck him.
Molten gold irises peered up at the visage of taunt muscle, wild black rooster fringe, and bold smoldering cat eyes all prowled in an erotic crouch above him. The chiseled arms that were significantly stronger than his own caged him in on both sides as his boyfriend's ass and balls grinded down on him in heavenly sinful little thrusts.
"Okay," Kenma breathed in a hush. "But don't crush me."
Kuroo's lips carefully pressed soft and understanding against his own.
"As you wish," he murmured into his mouth, chasing his words with a skillful tongue.
—
What Kenma didn't quite expect next was the slightly awkward balancing act of Kuroo trying to lube and finger himself while he was still precariously hovering on top of him.
"Just let me do it," the semi blonde huffed impatiently.
"No, you're the birthday boy," Kuroo shot back, eyes pinched shut as he tried to concentrate on relaxing and arguing and getting more than one digit in.
"I am, so let me do it before I turn fifty," Kenma groaned, beginning to feel overstimulated with the lustful ache in his man parts which were screaming at him to (literally) hurry the fuck up.
The small cat managed to swipe the lube from his lover's reach and proceeded to squirt far too much of it out onto his hands and a bit on the bed. Folding them together he warmed it first before quickly slicking up his boyfriend's cock and his own. Another few pumps of lube later his hand found itself cupping up beneath his boyfriend's weighty balls and sensitive strip of taint before honing in on the puckered skin of Kuroo's long neglected butthole.
Kuroo stilled above him. Rigid and seemingly holding his breath despite that being the exact opposite of what he ought to be doing at the moment.
"Are you sure?" Kenma murmured even though he already knew the answer.
"Yes, Kenma. God. Please. Yes," Kuroo whined hastily, perhaps because his boyfriend was merely teasing him with those slick, warm fingers circling his hole. "I want to. I'm good. Are you good?"
"I'm good," the gamer agreed, pausing to ease his middle finger slightly into the one place where he really wanted something else to be right now.
"Cool beans," the bed-headed nerd snarked as his ass gingerly bore down on the welcome intrusion.
Although he felt a kind of lust-driven impatience, Kenma took the time to methodically work him open just like Kuroo always did for him. His wrist would probably feel like shit again later but it would be nothing compared to having to hold himself up if he were literally topping tonight. One by one the gamer added more silky slick fingers which were greedily sucked inside by muscle and desire.
Kuroo moaned low and long and hauntingly beautiful when Kenma was in as deep as his digits could go.
Gradually the small cat withdrew his fingers, patting the tall cat's buttcheek twice as praise once they were out. Kuroo roughly kissed his cheekbone which was apparently a distraction tactic in order to reclaim the lube.
Before Kenma could react, Kuroo's slippery hot palm closed around his cockhead, thumbing at his wet slit and ridge of perfect suckable skin before smoothing down his length. He pumped him up and down as if he were doubling checking that all systems were go.
Kenma pinched his ass.
"Okay, okay," Kuroo gruffly laughed, situating his cheeks to line up with his boyfriend's poor deprived manhood.
When his head penetrated him, the blocker paused for a moment before continuing to swallow his boyfriend's dick millimeter by painstakingly slow millimeter. Kenma breathed in a sharp gasp once he was fully seated, likewise Kuroo groaned much louder now at the fullness of his companion who people often joked about being a "small guy." But those idiots never had the experience of taking said "small guy's" not so small full-blown erection up their ass so they could kindly piss off with that nonsense.
A tender hand brushed the bangs up off Kuroo's face. It gave him a moment to breathe in deeply, leaning into the touch and closing his heavily accentuated cat eyes. He took this gesture as the non-verbal signal that it was to keep going. Kenma's touches, in all their forms, often spoke far louder than his words.
Elbows digging deep into the bed, the well-toned blocker held his body in a half plank position as he began to slide up and down his boyfriend's hungry cock. Kenma's smearing fingers tried to take hold of his powerful thighs but they kept losing their grip to sweat and leftover lube. Kuroo himself couldn't help the not-so-little ragged nngghs and aahhhs escaping his lips as he began picking up a steady cadence of pounding thrusts that soon turned more frantic when he heard Kenma choke on a pleasure-filled gasp.
Internally, Kenma was losing his shit.
It was all the incredible solar fireworks-level of pleasure that came with giving it to Kuroo with none of the hard work or heavy lifting that always seemed to either shorten their sexy times or make him pay for it later with an assortment of craptacular muscle pain. His companion's far more athletically blessed and gym-maintained body pumped itself over and over on his now completely blissed out dick. Closing his eyes only magnified the overwhelming heady musk of sex and sweat and cotton sheets that were clean but soon wouldn't be. He loved it, all of it. All of Kuroo and all of the sensations overtaking his scrawny body that told him to let go, just feel, don't think.
But he couldn't quite help the last one.
Was…
Was Kuroo really getting to enjoy any of this too?
Normally if Kenma were the one pleasuring Kuroo he would be physically on top of him or at the very least side by side. And this shouldn't have mattered at all but somehow it did because now he was pinned down and he couldn't really move as much as he felt he ought to. While he was grateful to try this dynamic again and rewrite their failed attempt in college, he wondered if it was as enjoyable for Kuroo to be so in control while also getting dicked so hard that his brain might cease to function any second now.
Kenma huffed out a little muffled sigh among the litany of other tiny involuntary sex sounds Kuroo was actively trying to get out of him for bonus ego points. He still wasn't the best at verbally communicating even in normal everyday conversations but if there was one thing he had promised Kuroo after the shitshow that their raging teenage hormones put them through it was that he would always try even if it was uncomfortable or sort of weird.
The operative word being try.
"Uhm... hgn… hgnn…" Kenma puffed out heavy breaths of nonsense as he attempted to collect his thoughts and pause the fucking amazing sensation of Kuroo's incredibly tight and toned ass bouncing at a steady pace atop his hips.
"Ngghh..?" Kuroo grunted, his eyes shut tight in concentration, his rock hard thighs working overtime to keep from completely crushing his lover like he promised.
"K-kuro, Kuroo-ooooh," Kenma half choked on his own saliva as his boyfriend ever so slightly shifted his knees in the sheets resulting in a new and wonderful angle that threatened to derail his train of thought.
God, Kuroo was good even when he was getting wrecked from below on his own fuck power.
Crap, he needed to focus. Focus...
"Haa… haa… I-uhm… Shit, you're too good at this," Kenma groaned in insufferable honesty.
"You mhnn… You okay?" The tall cat slowed down to an even pause and jerk rhythm that was somehow even worse in terms of decreasing the amount of time between now and Kenma's impending orgasm.
"I, uh—is this good for you?" The small cat blurted out, ending on a slightly high-pitched note as Kuroo hitched down particularly hard. His poor giant lonely dick bobbed and leaked helplessly between their stomachs.
"Why? Is it—" Kuroo's breath caught a snag. "Is it good for you?"
"That's not what I—auuughhhh," Kenma groaned deeply this time, reveling in the ineffable sensation of Kuroo clenching tighter around him which created even more epic friction for his massively spoiled birthday boner.
Kuroo, the perceptive soul that he was, knew that this particular moan meant that he had riled his boyfriend up to an imminent climax—victory within striking distance. So close to scoring the winning point.
"What is it? Ahh aghhhnnnn," the blocker ground out and then gasped sharply as he slammed down forcefully enough that Kenma finally, finally hit his prostate in an addictive sudden crush of euphoric harmony.
"S'good," Kenma breathed open-mouthed with eyes pinched shut as Kuroo rode him harder and harder chasing what they both wanted so badly. "Y-you?"
The sound that came out of Kuroo's mouth was something between a guffaw, a gasp, and an indignant tsk.
"Nine," Kuroo moaned dramatically like he was truly suffering now, rocking them so vigorously that the headboard was hitting the wall.
Kenma nearly lost hold of his grip on his lover's scratch-streaked thighs.
"W-what?"
"Nnnnh, fuck," Tetsurou cursed in a trailing hiss.
"Ku—"
But then the universe and all its celestial bodies clicked into place as his boyfriend's massive cock shot an impressive line of pearlescent man cream onto his belly. His ass continued to fuck down empathically as the dregs of his cum painted him in wild, rapturous pleasure.
Exactly five seconds later Kuroo unlocked his achievement as Kenma's balls tightened sending unhinged ecstasy up his shaft and out into the deep secret place that belonged to him alone forever. Kenma's barely audible moan was long and satisfied as he completely emptied inside his nonsensical lover.
Kuroo collapsed, though he had the decency to unsheath his boyfriend and roll to the side.
The ceiling was much darker than before. It took a minute before either of them felt coherent enough to speak. Though even if he could, Kuroo respected their post-sex ritual of shutting up until Kenma was ready.
"Sorry," Kuroo breathed.
Well, usually he respected it.
"For?" Kenma panted, eyes still closed as he soaked in the nirvana of his orgasm.
"You didn't get to come first," the tall cat sort of pouted. A sweaty palm smeared his makeup as he rubbed his eye.
Lazy golden eyes opened wide enough to send a critical look his boyfriend's way.
"I always come first though," the small cat noted.
"Right. As you should."
"Is this some kind of bullshit perfectionist code of gentleman honor thing?"
"It's not bullshit, you deserve to come first but I couldn't, uh… I couldn't hold it."
With the energy Kenma had saved by not having to top in the traditional sense, he rolled to his side and studied the dark ruined eyeliner smudged across his boyfriend's angular face.
"Stop," the semi blonde whispered, kissing Kuroo's nose which did not have makeup on it. "It was really good. You got the high score. I promise."
"Really?" Kuroo asked, highly skeptical, but also slightly hopeful at the same time.
"Yes," Kenma blissfully sighed with a tiny roll of his eyes.
The silence of their shadowy warm room was comfortable between them, although it absolutely smelled like they did the nasty so that would have to be fixed before Kenma slept in these sheets tonight.
"Wait, did you ever…"
"Hm?" The roosterhead opened one bleary and terribly smeared cat eye.
"When you blew me this morning," Kenma remembered. "What wish was that?"
Kuroo laughed his tired laugh which meant his eyes crinkled and it still startled Kenma slightly, but it wasn't nearly as loud or annoying as his jubilant trademark hyena cackle.
"You really want to know?" His boyfriend chuckled, reaching a long arm over to his nightstand to grab his phone.
"May 13, 10:39 PM: “Yea, I wish I could last longer than four minutes…”
“So you…”
“I figured you’d last a whole lot longer if I was particularly slow about it,” Kuroo grinned, nuzzling his nose against Kenma's cheek then pecking a quick kiss there.
"Did you do the same just now?"
"No, did that seem slow to you?"
"Yea."
"Well, tell that to my premature ejaculation."
"God, you're so clinical."
"Clinically oxytocined and well-fucked. Thank you birthday cowboy."
Kenma hit his boyfriend's chest… then decided to snuggle up against it.
"Thank you for all my wishes," he murmured into Tetsurou's tan, perky man nips as he laid in the crook between his boyfriend's biceps and his ribs.
"Anything for you babe," Kuroo sleepily kissed his hair which had long dried during their fun time romp.
"You know you'll have to do clean up this time," Kenma reminded him because for once it wasn't his butt on the line.
"Kay," the blocker hummed.
"You need to wash this off too," the former setter brushed a thumb over the racoon-like smears above his cheekbones.
"Mmhmm," Kuroo purred.
"You're not getting up, are you?"
That ornery cheshire smile of blissed-out satisfaction appeared as Kuroo nuzzled another quick, purposeful kiss onto Kenma's head. Within a minute, the blocker fell asleep cradling the one thing he personally had wished for every day of his adult life and would wish for in all the days to follow.
Kenma sighed, mildly irritated but also more relaxed and thoroughly connected physically and emotionally to Kuroo than he'd felt in a while.
A few minutes later he peeled his face off of Kuroo's warm boob and went to the bathroom. Checking his phone his eyes widened at all the additional birthday well wishes he'd received from fans in the form of countless posts, gifs, articles, video messages, and even Kodzuken birthday fanart which they must have just done on the fly today since it had been a graveyard secret before Kuroo opened the floodgates that morning.
But… maybe it wasn't such a horrible thing that they all knew. Maybe he had been overreacting. Maybe they wouldn't have to move to avoid stalkers.
After taking a super quick shower, the small cat returned to their bed where Kuroo laid zoned out and fully, flaccidly naked atop their now sex-stained covers. Carefully he wiped the ridiculous makeup from his boyfriend's face with a warm washcloth, then kissed his whole world and the only wish he'd ever truly wanted goodnight.