Tag: kurooken

Kuroo finds him on the balcony. He stares at the stars, fingertips tiny and ice-cold, and he’s so beautiful even when he hurts so badly. Kuroo doesn’t move. He drinks Kenma in, the softness of his tears, the warm sound that his mouth makes when it opens into a symphony of syllables that turn into Kuroo’s name.

“Tetsurou.” 

And Kuroo’s body says yes. He walks over, sits, melts into Kenma through a trembling embrace that echoes into the broken core of his bones. Kenma’s lips are incandescence, and they’re worth all the prayers that Kuroo’s never dared to speak, all the holy adoration he wants to pour over Kenma’s glowing soul like gold, gold, gold. 

“Can you stay tonight?” 

His hands are tiny. Kuroo’s lips fit into the valleys of their ivory knuckles like someone carved him to be Kenma’s, and his alone. 

“Yes. And the night after, and the night after.”

Kenma curls into the warmth of his arms – and stills, heart beating, and his eyes alight. 

“Kuroo?” 
“Hm?”
“Do you think you could be together with someone who’s still a virgin?” 
“I – what?” What the hell.

On the scale of things that could surprise Tetsurou Kuroo, the first place of “Lev bottoms for Yaku and is actually embarrassed about any public affection past holding hands” had just been replaced by the soft-spoken, monotone questions from Kenma’s lips.
Kenma was seemingly waiting for a reply, and when Tetsurou simply stared at him with wide, stunned eyes, silent and rigid, the setter shrunk down a bit. 

“Because – I think – I think I like someone, but I don’t know what he’d think when I tell him that, you know.“ Kenma’s cheeks were a gorgeous, endearing shade of deep red, and he was carrying his head low, golden strands of hair touching his jaw, the sharp line that Tetsurou wanted to kiss. 
“If he would… wait. Until I’m ready.”

Ah, Tetsurou thought, and then, what? Who is that guy? Am I going to have to beat him up, what’s his name and address and why, why him, what does he have that I don’t? 

“Yeah,” is what he said out loud, “’course. I’d wait forever, that’s just – I’d wait forever for you, I’d give you all the time, you deserve the best. Fuck, what an asshole is that guy, did he tell you that you need to have sex? I’m gonna beat him up, just wait ‘till I called Kotarou, we’re gonna rip him apart – “ 

His mind snapped back to reality when Kenma’s soft, warm lips touched his cheek, small hands clinging to his shoulders. “Thank you, that’s all I needed to know,” Kenma said, and Tetsurou thought ‘fuck’. He’d just talked out loud, he’d confessed his stupid soul to Kenma, years of friendship ruined – oh. What?

“Come on, we’ll be late.” And then there was a tinier hand inside his own, Kenma’s head leaning against his arm for a moment, shaking fingers clinging to his palm. Tetsurou blinked, looked down, catching the shy nervousity in Kenma’s eyes – and finally, he grinned. 

“You could’ve said something. Kitten,” and even though Kenma twitched at the pet name, it still earned Tetsurou another kiss on the cheek, and the small hand still rested inside his own when they entered the gym.