jumping up from his computer chair, he scurries off to start cleaning up the place a bit. empty energy drink cans, snack wrappers, and dirty clothes that are scattered around are hastily picked up and dealt with. he doesn't really spend much time outside of his game room, his own room only used for what little sleep he manages to get.
everything is relatively tidy when he's finished, or at least appears to be on the surface. he's not sure how long it'll take tobio to get there, but he manages to take a quick shower while he waits. he's nervous, but he's excited too. even without the romantic aspects, it's not often he has someone over at his place. ]
[ Tobio's not that great at finding his way to places. So if he takes a little longer than he should getting to Kenma's house... That could be the one good reason why. But this can also be seen as a good thing since it would've given Kenma ample time to prepare for Tobio's spontaneous visit. Not that he knows Kenma would take the time to tidy up for him, but it makes for a great silver lining for getting lost.
Along the way, he finds himself buying some snacks for Kenma when he passes a convenience store, since it might be weird to show up empty-handed. Eventually, he arrives at Kenma's without having to call anyone for help. It would've been an embarrassing conversation to explain why he was even here, so thank goodness he managed.
At the entrance, he rings the doorbell before taking a step back, waiting for Kenma to answer. ]
[ he's towel drying his hair as he stares thoughtfully into his closet. should he dress up for this? does it even matter? he hopes it doesn't because all his clothes are essentially the same, just with slight variations in styles and colors. which is why he finds himself pulling out a plain white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. for good measure he grabs his maroon jacket and slips that on over the tee shirt.
right, as good as it's gonna get, he muses as he runs his fingers through his now only mostly damp hair. oh. the doorbell. he doesn't even bother looking himself over in the mirror. that would only prompt him to vainly try and fix his appearance, and honestly, that was hopeless.
he opens the door with a small, nervous smile in place. stepping aside, he motions tobio inside. ]
Hi. [ Tobio greets in return, stepping inside after being welcomed. He slips his shoes off by the genkan, then presents the plastic bag of treats he had bought for Kenma down by the convenience store. ] This is for you.
[ Among the snacks, Kenma will find a pack of Umaibo in the flavor of cinnamon apple pie. For some reason, Tobio clearly recalls Hinata mentioning that Kenma really likes apple pie, and that bit of information sort of just stuck with Tobio. It's as though his mind knew he should file it for later. ]
[ he can't stop thinking about why tobio is at his doorstep to begin with. it had been clear, hadn't it? or had kenma read too much into it? maybe tobio is just here to hang out and kenma would scare him away by pouncing on him when he was barely through the door. no, he'll just wait.
he takes the offered plastic bag with two hands and a slightly surprised expression as he peeks inside. it's a small, but touching gesture. ]
oh, you didn't have to-
[ he stops himself, because one of the many things kuroo has him working on is manners and appropriate social responses. like how one should just thank a person for a gift instead of insisting there was no need for it and making things uncomfortable. so with a small nod of his head he utters a soft, ]
t-thank you.
[ walking further into the house, he places the bag on the kitchen counter located directly across from the living room. he smiles as he pulls out the pack of umaibo, conveniently apple pie flavored. hinata, he figures. oh. had he... had he told hinata he was here? he supposes it doesn't matter. ]
um, do you want something to drink? i have water or i can make some tea?
[ Tobio's actually quite pleased from the thank you he receives over the snacks. It is nice when people graciously accept the gifts given to them. His grandpa would be proud that Tobio remembered to be a polite guest.
Following after Kenma into the house, Tobio does one sweep of the place before his gaze returns to older man, like he's the only thing he's actually interested in looking at.
At the offer of drinks, Tobio respectfully declines with a shake of his head. ] I'm good, thank you. [ His face heats up when he realizes that what he really wants to "drink" are Kenma's lips. It's... such a painfully lame line - probably something Tanaka-senpai or Noya-senpai would say. Tobio inwardly cringes at himself for even thinking it. ] Where's your room? [ He asks a seemingly innocent question for his not so innocent intentions. ]
[ he’s fiddling nervously with the snack, giving a small nod of acknowledgement when tobio declines refreshments. oh. his eyes find tobio’s when he asks where his room is. did that mean he wanted to get right to it? what even was it? they had talked about making out, but in his room...?
he gives himself a mental shake, grabbing tobio’s hand as he leads the way. down the hallway and the last door on the right is his room. it’s a decent size, obviously the biggest out of the four in the house. there’s a king sized bed with plain grey sheets pushed up all the way against the corner. a desk with a backup computer in case something happened to the one in his gaming room and a bookshelf filled with manga ( most of them recommendations from satori ).
he gives tobio’s hand a small squeeze before pulling the other male closer and leaning up until their lips are almost touching. ]
[ Tobio probably shouldn't look so surprised when Kenma starts leading him to his bedroom, but it's mostly because of the way he's being led that has the taller man flustering slightly behind Kenma. They're holding hands - which is totally different from making out, okay. At least for Tobio, it is. It's like another level of affection they haven't unlocked until now.
So when they get to Kenma's room, Tobio looks a little flushed. It doesn't help that Kenma boldly pulls him close until there's barely any space left between them.
Mentally shaking off his nerves, Tobio lifts his free hand and gently cups one side of Kenma's face. ]
Of course. [ Tobio whispers before closing the distance between them. He kisses Kenma softly, which is very much unlike the passionate make-out session they had at the party. But this, this feels just as amazing... This time he can get a better feel of Kenma's soft lips. And instead of the stench of alcohol, he can smell Kenma's scent, which is so pleasant and fresh, as if he just stepped out of the shower (which he has but Tobio sucks at making his own observations when it's not on a volleyball court). ]
[ his cheeks nuzzles into tobio's hand, enjoying the intimacy of the touch. to say he's touch starved would be an understatement. he can go weeks at a time without so much as seeing another human being in person. normally unbothered by it ( content even, because he's never been one for skinship and doesn't actually like people touching him ), he finds he enjoys it when tobio touches him, wants more of it even.
tobio is the one to close that last bit of space between them and it's surprisingly gentle. but he supposes anything would feel gentle in comparison to the way they were going at each other in their drunken state. something he's almost thankful he can barely recall. this kiss... this is something he wants to remember. the feel of tobio's lips against his own, the heat of his body, and the taste as his tongue snakes out to lick at tobio's bottom lip. ]
[ The nuzzle to his hand doesn't go unnoticed. Tobio gently smooths his thumb over Kenma's cheek as he kisses him. They're not very different when it comes to being touch starved. The thing Tobio touches the most in his entire life is a volleyball (sadly not an innuendo), so it's nice to be able to touch a person for a change. And with that person being Kenma makes the whole experience even better.
The lick to his lower lip inspires a soft groan of approval from Tobio. His other hand gently holds Kenma by his waist as their kiss slowly deepens.
Other than the quiet sounds of their lips meeting over and over again, Tobio can hear the racing of his own heart against his chest. Ever since their aggressive make out session, he has found that he likes kissing Kenma so much, and it must show in how eager he's getting, as their tongues meet in a slow dance and as he presses in a little firmer against Kenma. ]
[ if someone had told him in high school one day he'd be making out with kageyama tobio not once but twice, he probably would've punched them in the face. but now that he's here, in the moment, he's sure he'd full send deck someone in the mouth just to be able to do it again and again. he's feeling a bit nervous, that's a given, but it's not as anxiety inducing as he pictured it to be. it's nice and soft and comfortable.
but that's not to say it's not exciting. his heart is still thumping in his chest hard and fast enough he's sure it's audible in the quiet room.
when tobio groans softly and presses closer to him it sends a shiver down his spine that has nothing to do with being cold. he doesn't want to pull away from the kiss, a small hand gripping the front of tobio's shirt and blindly leading him over to the bed. the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he pulls away only long enough hop on to it and pull tobio on top of him, lips needy as they connect with tobio's again. ]
[ As he's led towards the bed, Tobio follows without hesitation, matching Kenma's steps before he joins the smaller man on top of the covers. As soon as their lips reconnect, it's almost like a switch had been flipped — Tobio finds himself needier for more contact. More pressure, more closeness, more heat, more Kenma.
The kisses remain slow, but the intention for more is very apparent, shown in the way Tobio licks past Kenma's lips and explores his mouth, boldly swiping at his tongue. It's almost embarrassing how quickly Tobio's getting aroused from all this.
Slowly, Tobio's hands trail down Kenma's smaller frame, from his narrow waist to his hips, then stopping at the back of his thighs. Tobio gently scoops and spreads Kenma's legs apart so that Tobio can fit himself between them, bodily pressing in closer. ]
[ fingers uncurl from around tobio's shirt so he can wrap both arms around the other's neck, making it very apparent he's not going anywhere anytime soon. one hand travels up to the nape of tobio's neck before tangling into his soft raven hair. he's practically clinging onto tobio, acting like a second skin. actually, skin wouldn't be a bad idea right about now...
he whimpers softly as his mouth is devoured and his legs are spread, but he doesn't give it a second thought as he wraps them around tobio's waist. space seems completely unnecessary between the right now as his legs tighten around the other. he doesn't even care that in this new position the erection in his sweatpants is impossible to miss, wants it noticed even.
he uses his free hand that isn't tugging softly at tobio's hair to trail down the other's chest until he reaches the hem of his shirt. he slips his wandering hand underneath, needy for the feel of heated flesh against his own. he pulls his lips away, tugging tobio's shirt upwards. ]
[ It's exhilarating as it is amusing to have Kenma clinging onto him in every possible way: from their lips, to the thin arms around Tobio's neck, fingers tangled in his hair, and legs wrapped around his waist. It was Kenma who had asked Tobio if they could take it slow, and yet, he seems to be just as touch starved as Tobio is for him.
Despite their clothes being in the way, it's easy to pick up on the erection pressing close against his own. It inspires Tobio to shift his hips forward, aligning them together and causing him to groan softly against Kenma's lips.
Moving quick to obey the demand, Tobio leans back and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his chest built with muscles from volleyball training. Before resuming their kisses, Tobio helps Kenma with his jacket, tossing it to the foot of the bed. As soon as their lips reconnect, Tobio's hand slips under Kenma's shirt, skating up smooth, heated skin. ]
[ kenma had gone into this with every intention of taking it slow, but with tobio right in front of him, kissing him in a way that can only be described as phenomenal, all pretense of that has well and truly flown out of the window. he's nervous, naturally, yet it's more of an excited feeling than it is anything uncomfortable. surprising, but he's grateful.
tobio moves his hips against kenma's, and kenma lets out a full on moan he wasn't even aware he was capable of making. as tobio pulls away to rid himself of his shirt ( like a good boy ), he takes a moment to catch his breath, golden eyes roaming the revealed expanses of toned flesh. he's a bit envious, feeling rather... squishy in comparison, but tobio doesn't seem to mind.
his own jacket is off and forgotten somewhere on the bed, or the floor, he's not sure and it doesn't even matter because tobio is kissing him again. hands are roaming up his body and he basks in the feeling as his own hands move to explore the planes of tobio's back. he just can't get enough of touching him and his hands eventually end up gripping at tobio's ass, urging him downward and into him. that thing he'd done earlier had been nice and kenma wouldn't mind more of that. ]
[ As someone who only works out for the sake of becoming stronger, faster and better for a certain sport, Tobio doesn't really care much for his own or anyone else's appearance in general. However, Tobio does know how to appreciate what's before him. Kenma may be soft and squishy in comparison to Tobio's solid frame, but the contrast of it is kind of... nice. Hot, even. When they had made out that one fateful night, Tobio had been too distracted by Kenma's lips to recall the press of Kenma's body against his own, so getting to do something like this feels like he's able to make up for it.
His back muscles ripple under the warm touch of Kenma's hands, and when those same hands squeeze down his ass, encouraging Tobio to rub his hips down against Kenma's, Tobio's more than happy to oblige. Against Kenma's lips, Tobio groans quietly from the pleasurable friction between their hips, sparking more heat in his cock and consuming him with desire. His hands under Kenma's shirt are freely touching and squeezing at random areas, his chest, his nipples, his soft sides — until finally, Tobio can't take it anymore and he pulls up Kenma's shirt by the hem, breaking their kiss for a second. ]
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[ he's already preparing to head there ]
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[ shit.
jumping up from his computer chair, he scurries off to start cleaning up the place a bit. empty energy drink cans, snack wrappers, and dirty clothes that are scattered around are hastily picked up and dealt with. he doesn't really spend much time outside of his game room, his own room only used for what little sleep he manages to get.
everything is relatively tidy when he's finished, or at least appears to be on the surface. he's not sure how long it'll take tobio to get there, but he manages to take a quick shower while he waits. he's nervous, but he's excited too. even without the romantic aspects, it's not often he has someone over at his place. ]
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Along the way, he finds himself buying some snacks for Kenma when he passes a convenience store, since it might be weird to show up empty-handed. Eventually, he arrives at Kenma's without having to call anyone for help. It would've been an embarrassing conversation to explain why he was even here, so thank goodness he managed.
At the entrance, he rings the doorbell before taking a step back, waiting for Kenma to answer. ]
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right, as good as it's gonna get, he muses as he runs his fingers through his now only mostly damp hair. oh. the doorbell. he doesn't even bother looking himself over in the mirror. that would only prompt him to vainly try and fix his appearance, and honestly, that was hopeless.
he opens the door with a small, nervous smile in place. stepping aside, he motions tobio inside. ]
hi.
[ real smooth, kenma. ]
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[ Among the snacks, Kenma will find a pack of Umaibo in the flavor of cinnamon apple pie. For some reason, Tobio clearly recalls Hinata mentioning that Kenma really likes apple pie, and that bit of information sort of just stuck with Tobio. It's as though his mind knew he should file it for later. ]
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he takes the offered plastic bag with two hands and a slightly surprised expression as he peeks inside. it's a small, but touching gesture. ]
oh, you didn't have to-
[ he stops himself, because one of the many things kuroo has him working on is manners and appropriate social responses. like how one should just thank a person for a gift instead of insisting there was no need for it and making things uncomfortable. so with a small nod of his head he utters a soft, ]
t-thank you.
[ walking further into the house, he places the bag on the kitchen counter located directly across from the living room. he smiles as he pulls out the pack of umaibo, conveniently apple pie flavored. hinata, he figures. oh. had he... had he told hinata he was here? he supposes it doesn't matter. ]
um, do you want something to drink? i have water or i can make some tea?
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Following after Kenma into the house, Tobio does one sweep of the place before his gaze returns to older man, like he's the only thing he's actually interested in looking at.
At the offer of drinks, Tobio respectfully declines with a shake of his head. ] I'm good, thank you. [ His face heats up when he realizes that what he really wants to "drink" are Kenma's lips. It's... such a painfully lame line - probably something Tanaka-senpai or Noya-senpai would say. Tobio inwardly cringes at himself for even thinking it. ] Where's your room? [ He asks a seemingly innocent question for his not so innocent intentions. ]
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he gives himself a mental shake, grabbing tobio’s hand as he leads the way. down the hallway and the last door on the right is his room. it’s a decent size, obviously the biggest out of the four in the house. there’s a king sized bed with plain grey sheets pushed up all the way against the corner. a desk with a backup computer in case something happened to the one in his gaming room and a bookshelf filled with manga ( most of them recommendations from satori ).
he gives tobio’s hand a small squeeze before pulling the other male closer and leaning up until their lips are almost touching. ]
is this... is this okay?
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So when they get to Kenma's room, Tobio looks a little flushed. It doesn't help that Kenma boldly pulls him close until there's barely any space left between them.
Mentally shaking off his nerves, Tobio lifts his free hand and gently cups one side of Kenma's face. ]
Of course. [ Tobio whispers before closing the distance between them. He kisses Kenma softly, which is very much unlike the passionate make-out session they had at the party. But this, this feels just as amazing... This time he can get a better feel of Kenma's soft lips. And instead of the stench of alcohol, he can smell Kenma's scent, which is so pleasant and fresh, as if he just stepped out of the shower (which he has but Tobio sucks at making his own observations when it's not on a volleyball court). ]
am alive. excuse the rust.
tobio is the one to close that last bit of space between them and it's surprisingly gentle. but he supposes anything would feel gentle in comparison to the way they were going at each other in their drunken state. something he's almost thankful he can barely recall. this kiss... this is something he wants to remember. the feel of tobio's lips against his own, the heat of his body, and the taste as his tongue snakes out to lick at tobio's bottom lip. ]
so good to see you again!! ❤️
sadly not an innuendo), so it's nice to be able to touch a person for a change. And with that person being Kenma makes the whole experience even better.The lick to his lower lip inspires a soft groan of approval from Tobio. His other hand gently holds Kenma by his waist as their kiss slowly deepens.
Other than the quiet sounds of their lips meeting over and over again, Tobio can hear the racing of his own heart against his chest. Ever since their aggressive make out session, he has found that he likes kissing Kenma so much, and it must show in how eager he's getting, as their tongues meet in a slow dance and as he presses in a little firmer against Kenma. ]
♡( ◡‿◡ )
but that's not to say it's not exciting. his heart is still thumping in his chest hard and fast enough he's sure it's audible in the quiet room.
when tobio groans softly and presses closer to him it sends a shiver down his spine that has nothing to do with being cold. he doesn't want to pull away from the kiss, a small hand gripping the front of tobio's shirt and blindly leading him over to the bed. the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he pulls away only long enough hop on to it and pull tobio on top of him, lips needy as they connect with tobio's again. ]
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The kisses remain slow, but the intention for more is very apparent, shown in the way Tobio licks past Kenma's lips and explores his mouth, boldly swiping at his tongue. It's almost embarrassing how quickly Tobio's getting aroused from all this.
Slowly, Tobio's hands trail down Kenma's smaller frame, from his narrow waist to his hips, then stopping at the back of his thighs. Tobio gently scoops and spreads Kenma's legs apart so that Tobio can fit himself between them, bodily pressing in closer. ]
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he whimpers softly as his mouth is devoured and his legs are spread, but he doesn't give it a second thought as he wraps them around tobio's waist. space seems completely unnecessary between the right now as his legs tighten around the other. he doesn't even care that in this new position the erection in his sweatpants is impossible to miss, wants it noticed even.
he uses his free hand that isn't tugging softly at tobio's hair to trail down the other's chest until he reaches the hem of his shirt. he slips his wandering hand underneath, needy for the feel of heated flesh against his own. he pulls his lips away, tugging tobio's shirt upwards. ]
off.
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Despite their clothes being in the way, it's easy to pick up on the erection pressing close against his own. It inspires Tobio to shift his hips forward, aligning them together and causing him to groan softly against Kenma's lips.
Moving quick to obey the demand, Tobio leans back and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his chest built with muscles from volleyball training. Before resuming their kisses, Tobio helps Kenma with his jacket, tossing it to the foot of the bed. As soon as their lips reconnect, Tobio's hand slips under Kenma's shirt, skating up smooth, heated skin. ]
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tobio moves his hips against kenma's, and kenma lets out a full on moan he wasn't even aware he was capable of making. as tobio pulls away to rid himself of his shirt ( like a good boy ), he takes a moment to catch his breath, golden eyes roaming the revealed expanses of toned flesh. he's a bit envious, feeling rather... squishy in comparison, but tobio doesn't seem to mind.
his own jacket is off and forgotten somewhere on the bed, or the floor, he's not sure and it doesn't even matter because tobio is kissing him again. hands are roaming up his body and he basks in the feeling as his own hands move to explore the planes of tobio's back. he just can't get enough of touching him and his hands eventually end up gripping at tobio's ass, urging him downward and into him. that thing he'd done earlier had been nice and kenma wouldn't mind more of that. ]
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His back muscles ripple under the warm touch of Kenma's hands, and when those same hands squeeze down his ass, encouraging Tobio to rub his hips down against Kenma's, Tobio's more than happy to oblige. Against Kenma's lips, Tobio groans quietly from the pleasurable friction between their hips, sparking more heat in his cock and consuming him with desire. His hands under Kenma's shirt are freely touching and squeezing at random areas, his chest, his nipples, his soft sides — until finally, Tobio can't take it anymore and he pulls up Kenma's shirt by the hem, breaking their kiss for a second. ]