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"I love you," Kuroo says, with the same simplicity that he would have said 'it's raining outside,' or 'lets have fish for dinner.’
Which is to say, he says it without exaggeration, without artifice, just a simple honesty pulled from his heart.
Kenma responds by pushing him with both hands against his chest. "You idiot." He pushes again. "You tall, stupid, idiot." He grabs Kuroo by the wrist and tugs on one of the gym's double doors, exceedingly annoyed when it's locked and he has to use the other.
"What's happening? Am I in trouble? Should I not have said that?"
Kenma stomps to another set of doors, thankful when they're unlocked, and shoves Kuroo inside. The door clatters shut, and Kenma doesn't waste time pulling on Kuroo's shirt until he's close enough for Kenma to kiss.
And kiss. And kiss. His breath shakes when they finally pull apart. Foreheads resting against one another, he whispers, "I love you too."
Kuroo, the idiot, pulls away in surprise, the bright smile on his face quickly changing to an expression of concern. "Why are you crying?"
"Because!" Kenma almost shouts. Kuroo has taken Kenma's face in his hands, his thumbs are rubbing away the tear tracks on Kenma's cheeks. "Because I love you too!"
Kuroo gives a small laugh. He's holding Kenma's face so tenderly, his eyes filled with unfathomable fondness. Another set of tears wells in Kenma's eyes. He thumps Kuroo on the chest again. "Idiot."
Kuroo pulls him in close, tucks his head under Kuroo's chin as he holds him. "I was going to say sorry but I'm not. I really do love you."
"I know." He clicks his tongue. "But did you have to say it now? Couldn't you wait until we were home? Now my parents are going to see my eyes all red and puffy and ask questions."
Kuroo laughs into the crown of his head. "Maybe you're just emotional about leaving Nekoma?"
"Yeah, that sounds like me."
"We could get Yamamoto-kun to come with. He'll probably be crying enough to distract from any puffy eyes."
"Hmm, maybe."
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Yamamoto walks into the gym with Lev and Fukunaga trailing behind.
"Hey, you guys." Kuroo looks over Kenma's head to their teammates. Kenma turns around in his arms.
Lev gasps. "Kenma-san, are you crying?"
A very disgruntled Kenma elbows Kuroo in the stomach when he hears Kuroo huff a laugh behind him. Yamamoto rushes toward them and hugs Kenma, his arms going around Kuroo too due to their proximity.
"Me too, Kenma! I feel the same!" Yamamoto is loudly wailing.
Kenma looks at Fukunaga, silently pleading with him for help with Yamamoto. Instead, Fukunaga smiles and says a small “sorry, Kenma” before wrapping his arms around the lot of them.
"Hey! Don't leave me out!" Lev shouts, before joining them.
It certainly is one way to end his time at Nekoma.
~
"Where do you want…" Kuroo looks in the box he's currently holding. "A bunch of video games you won't have time to replay?"
Kenma is unloading clothes into the closet of his dorm. "By the desk."
Kuroo nods and puts the box down. He whistles low. "Wow, look at this place."
"It's half the size of my room at home." Kenma looks from his bed to the desk, to the very small space between. "Is that really worth the whistle?"
"I think you underestimate how awful some dorm rooms are."
"And I think you underestimate how much time I'll spend replaying games this year."
Kuroo smiles. He puts his hands on Kenma's shoulders. "Come on, there are way more boxes to carry. You can unpack when we're done."
Kenma learns something new about himself that day – he absolutely detests moving. It quickly shoots up the ranks to his top five things he cannot stand to do. An impressive debut onto the list.
He sits on his bed, arms tired and useless at his sides. “Can I be done now?”
Kuroo snorts, helping Kenma’s dad bring up a final box filled with who knows. Kenma has a few hours of unpacking still ahead of him. His mom walks into the room behind them.
“I was just saying hello to your new neighbour.” She juts her thumb over her shoulder. “He seems very nice! Moved all the way from Hyogo.” She gives a small click of her tongue. “He must miss home already. Make sure you’re nice to him. Invite him over for dinner if he can’t get home to see his parents.” His mom’s half speaking to Kenma, half to Kuroo.
“Hyogo? I wonder if he went to Inarizaki.” Kuroo looks around Kenma’s mother as if he can figure it out by looking at his neighbour’s door. He turns to Kenma. “Ask your neighbour if he plays volleyball.”
Sometimes he wonders how he’s related to someone as naturally charming and outgoing as his mom. On the other side of the room his dad is already unboxing his computer and setting it up on his desk. He holds up a handful of zipties. “Look, I bought different colours so we can coordinate your electronic cords.”
Oh, right. That’s why. Because sometimes the people that make the best of you are the ones that balance you out.
He walks over and sits next to his dad. “Thanks.”
His mom claps her hands. “First day photo!”
Kenma frowns and his dad laughs, pointing at him. “Hey, cut that out before you turn around. She’ll kill us both if she sees you making a face like that.”
He forces a smile and stands. “It’s not even the first day.”
“But I won’t be here for that.” She huffs. “Are you trying to make your mom feel bad about how old she is? You’re my only son, so I get to do this stuff without you complaining, alright?”
“Yes,” Kenma agrees with a sigh.
Kuroo walks over to him with an entirely too big smile. “Where’s your smile?”
He gives a horrible approximation of one and Kuroo laughs. Which is what does it for him – hearing the deep, reverberation of Kuroo’s laugh. He’s helpless to it, smiling genuinely in response.
His mom takes a picture. “Oh, now, that’s cute.”
Kenma blinks and turns toward her, Kuroo leaning toward him as they take their standard positions. He’s not too proud to admit he missed doing this with Kuroo last year. It’s a lot less of a chore when he’s around.
She takes a few more before putting her phone down.
Before he realises it and maybe before he’s ready, his parents are leaving Kenma with Kuroo in his dorm room. His dad and mom take turns outlining their expectations.
“Make sure you stay on top of your studies.”
“And don’t stay up all night playing games.”
“And eat all your vegetables.”
“And have fun!”
Kenma nods along as he accepts hugs and kisses. “I will.”
“I’ll make sure to keep him in line.” Kuroo smiles from beside him and Kenma steps on his foot.
The door closes and then it’s the two of them alone in his dorm.
“So,” Kenma starts, leaning against the door.
“So,” Kuroo echoes as he takes a seat on Kenma’s bed.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, there’s two things I can think of,” Kuroo explains as Kenma goes to sit beside him. “Either we can make out a bit first then unpack your things, or we can unpack your things then make out a bit.”
“Oh, those are the two choices?”
“We should probably go out and get food at some point too, but that seemed less important.”
“Less important than kissing?”
“Of course.”
“The bed still doesn’t have sheets.” Kenma makes a face as he looks to the mattress they’re sitting on. “I don’t want to lie on it like this.”
“Unpacking first, then.”
“Well, I didn’t say that.”
“Hmm.” Kuroo stands and walks the short distance to Kenma’s desk chair – a simple wooden chair that Kenma doubts will be comfortable for extended gaming sessions. He wonders if he should ask his parents to drive his chair up, or maybe he should order a new one.
Kuroo taps his thighs. “Come. Sit.”
Kenma’s whole body goes hot at the command. Kuroo’s presence – the width of his shoulders, expanse of his thighs, his crooked smirk. Kenma is powerless to do anything but obey.
He walks over, straddles Kuroo’s lap. His hands rest on Kuroo’s shoulders while Kuroo’s hands run down his back, and rest on the curve of his backside.
“Now what?” Kenma asks. His eyes are already stuck on Kuroo’s mouth – tantalised by the way his tongue swipes out to wet his lips before he speaks.
“Now, kiss me.”
Kenma does.
~
There are two very important screengrabs on his phone. The first being his first term schedule. The second being a campus map. Kenma has been flipping back and forth between the two with near irrational dependency.
He’s not overwhelmed. Not quite. It’s just…a lot. He knows it will get better. It’s only the first week which means that he hasn’t repeated anything yet. Each day is a new schedule, a new set of rooms to be in at new times. He doesn’t like this much change all at once.
He looks up at the number at the top of the lecture room. This should be the right one. There are a few students already there which is encouraging. He heads toward the back. Not the very back because that seems too conspicuous, but close enough to the back that the professor can’t make eye contact with him. He thinks that’ll be the sweet spot for him.
The room fills up. The professor eventually makes it in and sets up his computer, which is when Kenma realises he’s very much not in the right place. On the projector screen ahead of him reads BIOSTATS 231.
So not even the right department, let alone the right class.
He goes back to his map, back to his schedule. Oh.
Well, there’s his problem. He’s an hour early. His class is the one after this.
He shifts lower in his seat, tilts his laptop screen so no one around can see that he’s not taking any notes. He scans the room for a way out and frowns when he realises the only door in the room is right next to the professor’s podium.
Well then…He guesses he’s learning about statistics for the next hour then. At least he didn’t miss a class.
~
He goes over to Kuroo’s place without texting him first. What a terrible day. He knocks on the door, frowning as he waits.
“Hey.” Kuroo smile shifts to a look of concern. “Oh, no. What happened?”
“Ugh.” Kenma takes two steps forward and crashes his face into Kuroo’s chest. “I hate it here.”
“You can’t hate it already.”
“I do.”
Kuroo closes the door behind Kenma and rubs a soothing hand in circles on Kenma’s back. “Do you want me to make us some ramen and you can tell me about why you hate it already?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, come sit.” Kenma jumps onto the kitchen counter as he watches Kuroo make them dinner. He gets the water boiling and turns to Kenma. “Okay, tell Tetsurou what happened.”
“I almost made it through the whole week without anything going wrong. I was so close.”
“It is Thursday. You’re basically at the weekend.”
“Basically! Except there’s still class tomorrow, and honestly, I’m thinking of skipping.”
“Kenma! You can’t skip on the first week.”
“Why not?”
“It can’t be that bad.”
He sighs loudly. “It wasn’t. I’m just embarrassed.” He feels that embarrassment all the way through his body, down to his fingertips and toes, tying up his stomach. “And anxious.”
Kuroo walks over to him and stands between his legs, puts reassuring hands on his thighs. “You know, my first week I got lost no less than four times. It was mainly my fault because I kept thinking I knew where stuff was, only to have to ask like a hundred people how to get to the gym.”
“That sounds horrible.” Kenma leans forward and puts his forehead on Kuroo’s shoulder. “Both that you had to ask strangers for directions and that you went to the gym.”
Kuroo laughs and Kenma likes the way he can feel the rumble of his laugh when they’re touching like this. “But I survived, and you will too.”
“Are you sure?” Kenma sits up and looks at Kuroo. He’s fully aware that he’s currently pouting.
“Definitely.” Kuroo kisses the jut of his bottom lip. “Now, what do you want in your ramen?”
~
They’re laying on the couch watching television. Kuroo fell asleep somewhere in the last thirty minutes; Kenma’s enjoyed listening to his heartbeat as his steady breaths make his chest go up and down.
The door makes a loud noise as Bokuto comes home, his keys jingling in the lock. “Hello!”
Kuroo jumps in place. Kenma snorts at him. “Hey,” he says, much too quiet for Bokuto to hear.
Kenma turns to rest his chin on Kuroo’s sternum. “Hi.”
“What time is it?”
“Late.”
Kuroo looks at his phone and moves to sit up. “I’m going to walk Kenma home.”
Kenma sits beside him. “You don’t have to do that. I can get back to the dorms on my own.”
“Kenma. Let me be a good boyfriend and walk you home.”
“Alright.”
As much as he likes the idea of spending every night sleeping at Kuroo’s apartment, he must admit there’s a certain set of butterfly wings in his stomach when Kuroo walks him home at the end of the night. It feels so much like dating. Which is ridiculous to think. They’ve been dating for weeks now. Have dated for over a year, if he adds up all the time.
This feels different though. This feels like they’re adults.
Kuroo walks him all the way to the door of his dorm room. He looks left and right down the hall before kissing Kenma goodnight.
~~~~~~
“Is this Kuro-san?”
Tetsurou brings the phone away from his face and squints at the screen. It’s definitely Kenma’s phone number on his screen and definitely not Kenma’s voice on the other end.
“Yes, this is Kuroo Tetsurou.”
“Oh, that makes more sense. He just kept asking for ‘Kuro,’ so when I got his phone open I looked for you.” There’s a lot of noise on the other end of the call – the obvious chatter of a busy bar full of people.
“Is Kenma alright?”
“He’s fine. I think he might have drunk too much.”
Tetsurou is up and moving to the door without waiting for the next sentence. “Where are you guys?”
Tetsurou runs the blocks that separate them. By the time he gets to the bar it’s just Kenma and one other person leaning against the side of the building. Kenma lights up when he sees Tetsurou.
“Kuro!” He reaches out for Tetsurou, pushes his face into Tetsurou’s chest.
Tetsurou puts light arms around Kenma’s body, not sure how much Kenma would want to be touching Tetsurou right now if he wasn’t drunk. He points down at Kenma. “Childhood friends.” He gives an awkward smile.
The guy Kenma was waiting with smiles. “That’s good. Kenma-kun came over to my place before the compsci event. I didn’t realise until later but – he said he’s never had anything to drink before. I would have kept a closer eye on him if I knew.”
Tetsurou holds onto Kenma a bit tighter as Kenma slumps more fully against him. It seems like now that Tetsurou is here Kenma has decided to let go of all semblance of control and rely solely on Tetsurou.
“It’s alright. Thank you for taking care of him.”
“Tell Kenma-kun to feel better! And he really impressed the upper years tonight!”
“I will.” Tetsurou bows slightly and starts walking away with Kenma attached to him at the hip.
“There was an old Pac-Man cabinet at the bar,” Kenma says, his words not slurred, but coming slow. “I got the top score by the end of the night.”
Tetsurou laughs. “Ah, so that’s how you impressed them.”
“Mmm.” Kenma rounds on him, takes a few quick steps forward so he can stop Tetsurou in his path. He puts his hands up. “Carry me.”
Tetsurou laughs. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. My legs are tired and I don’t want to.”
“Those are both very good reasons.” Tetsurou walks past him and gets down on one knee, his back to Kenma. “Hop on.”
Kenma does, jumping on Tetsurou’s back, his arms around Tetsurou’s neck. Tetsurou puts his hands under Kenma’s thighs and walks them home.
~
Tetsurou admits it is a little difficult to get his keys out of his back pocket and the front door unlocked all with a wiggling Kenma on his back.
“You need a hair cut,” Kenma’s saying as he pushes his fingers through Tetsurou’s hair over and over. “Unless you want to grow it out.”
He finally gets the door unlocked and pushes it open with the toe of his shoes. “Would you still like me with long hair?” He likes this chatty Kenma. He usually only gets to see Kenma this way when he’s especially tired – a treat for extended study sessions or the end of a volleyball tournament.
“Mmm,” Kenma hums. “You’d probably look really good.”
“Can I put you down now?”
“No.” Kenma tightens his arms around Tetsurou before relenting. “Fine.”
Tetsurou laughs. “I wish Bokuto-kun could see you like this.” He sets Kenma down and turns to face him. “He wouldn’t believe me if I tried to tell him.”
“Why? Is he not home?” Kenma kicks off his old sneakers and marches into the apartment. “Bokuto-san! Bokuto-saaan!”
Tetsurou follows him, too charmed to dissuade him from his goal. Kenma is about to knock on Bokuto’s door when he stops with his hand in midair and presses his ear to the door. Tetsurou can guess why.
Kenma jumps away, covering his mouth with both hands. “Kuro!” he whisper-yells to Tetsurou. “Bokuto’s having sex in there.”
“Yeah, probably. He does that a lot.” Tetsurou fights the urge to laugh as he tugs at Kenma’s arm, pulling him toward his bedroom.
Tetsurou closes his door and Kenma’s eyes go wide. “Wait, wait, wait. If we can hear them through the door, then…” His cheeks go red, his ears go red, Tetsurou guesses he’s red all the way down to his toes. “Can they hear us when, when – ?”
Tetsurou can’t control himself as he pulls in a horrified Kenma and laughs into his hair. “When you’re screaming? Probably.”
“I don’t scream.” Kenma looks up at him and pouts. “Do I?”
“Sometimes. If I do a good job.”
“So, all the time.” Kenma’s bottom lip juts out even further and Tetsurou holds him tighter.
“Ah, Kenma, are you saying I always do a good job with you?”
Kenma nods his head and Tetsurou feels it against his chest. “Mmm. Tetsurou?” Kenma asks – Tetsurou’s given name coming from his mouth makes Tetsurou’s skin tingle.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Tetsurou’s whole person lights up every time Kenma says it. Which is more often than Tetsurou expected when he blurted it out months ago on a spring day.
“I love you too,” Tetsurou responds easily. “Come on. Let’s get you in bed.”
He gets Kenma a glass of water and dresses him in a pair of his pajamas before moving him to bed. All the while, Kenma keeps saying such embarrassing things.
“Kuro. Kuro. Tetsurou.” Kenma’s trying to get his attention while he fetches ibuprofen from the bathroom. “Come here. I’m lonely.” His hands are reaching toward Tetsurou, fingers grabbing at him. Tetsurou laughs and lets Kenma pull on his shirt. He makes a happy hum in Tetsurou’s shoulder, moving his body to drape himself over Tetsurou. “Missed you,” he mumbles.
“Did you? I just saw you a few hours ago.”
“Too long.” Kenma’s hands are rubbing up and down Tetsurou’s stomach, his fingers circling the thatch of hair above his groin.
“I thought so too, but I didn’t know you were admitting it.”
Kenma clicks his tongue, sitting up higher to give Tetsurou a dirty look. “Obviously I think the same thing. Don’t be stupid. You know I think the same thing. I probably missed you more than you missed me.”
Tetsurou wants to laugh about how adamant Kenma is, about how annoyed he looks. He’s taking Tetsurou’s teasing so seriously and wants to be very clear about how much he misses Tetsurou.
His hands move up to Tetsurou’s chest to squeeze his pectorals before doing the same to his shoulders. “You’re so big.” He rubs his face on Tetsurou’s chest. “And handsome.” He repeats, “Handsome and big.” He starts shifting, little circles of his hips right over Tetsurou’s soft cock. He looks up at Tetsurou then, eyes hazy from drinking or maybe from Tetsurou. “Here too.” He cants his hips forward, making sure he’s pressed completely against Tetsurou’s cock. “You’re big here too.”
“Kenma,” Tetsurou says on an exhale. Whether it’s a warning or a plea, he’s not sure.
Kenma keeps humping against Tetsurou, rubbing himself off as he looks up at Tetsurou with a playful boldness. “Yes?”
Tetsurou’s fingers flex and grip Kenma’s hips, not forcing him to do anything, just holding on while Kenma uses him. “Do you need me at all for this? Or are you fine on your own?”
Kenma giggles – giggles with his mouth against Tetsurou’s neck. “You’re fine laying there.” Kenma’s still smiling when he pushes Tetsurou’s shirt up and his own shorts down, just far enough to get his cock out. “This is good enough.”
He shifts himself up to rub himself off on Tetsurou’s stomach, his cock leaking onto the hair traveling from Tetsurou’s bellybutton to his groin. Tetsurou looks down to watch Kenma’s cock get harder and harder all without Tetsurou having to do a single thing. Just his body is enough.
“Oh, it’s getting even bigger here.” Kenma makes his strokes longer, not just rubbing himself on Tetsurou’s stomach but giving Tetsurou’s own cock a solid couple of ruts.
Tetsurou can’t take it anymore; he flips Kenma, kisses him. “Don’t you think we should aim a bit higher than good enough?”
Kenma drags Tetsurou’s face back down to his and Tetsurou takes that as his answer. “You’re right. Let’s make Bokuto-san hear us.”
Tetsurou can’t believe how happy Kenma makes him. Is he allowed to feel like this? Is sex allowed to feel like this? To feel joyful?
He kisses down Kenma’s chest, pushes off his underwear, takes Kenma’s cock into his mouth. Kenma’s cock feels so good in his mouth – heavy and silky and perfectly stretching his lips wide. He takes Kenma’s cock down as far as he can, unable to stop the satisfied hum that rumbles in his throat.
Kenma’s mouth is slack, one of his hands brought up so he can suck on his own fingers, bite down on them when he needs to. Tetsurou sucks hard and bobs his head, his tongue licking and flicking Kenma’s cockhead on the way up.
“I thought you wanted Bokuto-kun to hear you.” He jerks Kenma with a steady hand while he speaks.
“I changed my mind. I don’t want him to hear either of us.” Kenma pulls on his hair until Tetsurou moves up his body. “So keep my mouth busy too.”
Tetsurou kisses him with an open mouth, meeting Kenma’s tongue in a long slide. He keeps stroking Kenma’s cock, making Kenma moan into the kiss. Kenma pulls away shaking, wraps a hand around Tetsurou’s wrist. “I want my mouth busy with something else.”
Kenma moves then. Shaky but determined, his hands take off every layer of Tetsurou’s clothing, toss the pillows on the bed to the side. Kenma is only satisfied when Tetsurou is naked and lying in the centre of the bed. Tetsurou watches him with a mixture of delight and devastation. He can’t quite believe how simultaneously adorable and hot Kenma is.
“Lie back,” Kenma instructs, pushing at Tetsurou’s shoulders.
Tetsurou does, his head against the mattress. Which is when Kenma straddles his face, body pointing toward Tetsurou’s feet, Kenma’s ass in Tetsurou’s face. Tetsurou takes a quick inhale and is immediately overwhelmed by the strong scent of Kenma.
Kenma’s kneeling above him when he leans forward onto Tetsurou’s body, the two of them aligned tip to tail, head to foot. Kenma’s cheek is pressed to Tetsurou’s lower stomach, a finger plays with the pubic hair at the base of Tetsurou’s cock. “I really wanted to try this,” Kenma says.
Tetsurou’s mind goes hazy with desire. Kenma wanted to try this. One day he wants to sit Kenma down and ask him to write out every dirty fantasy he’s ever had. Then Tetsurou can go through them, one by one, and check off everything on that list. He’d do it all. No matter what Kenma wanted.
Kenma’s cock is hanging right over his face. It takes no effort at all to grab it and position in a way so Tetsurou can suck. He didn’t think there was a way to improve a blow job, but being able to suck Kenma off while Kenma laps and licks and fondles his cock is a definitely a new and welcome way to take him apart.
At this angle, it’s easiest for Tetsurou to suck at Kenma’s cockhead. He gets an arm around Kenma’s thighs, gets a hand on Kenma’s balls while he slurps and suckles on the crown, teases the sensitive ridge. He only stops to suck on his own index finger once, collecting as much spit as he can to bring back up to Kenma’s hole.
Kenma gasps, seemingly not expecting this development. The sound burns in Tetsurou’s blood. He keeps licking, dips his tongue into the drooling slit while his finger rubs at Kenma’s hole. He massages the tight ring, delighted that he knows how much pressure Kenma likes, just how to make Kenma relaxed enough to take the digit inside.
For Kenma’s part, he doesn’t seem to be sucking off Tetsurou with any real effort – seems happy enough to occupy his mouth with kissing Tetsurou’s cock, by sucking on his thighs. It is very clear that all of this is for Kenma’s enjoyment – even Kenma’s cock sucking. He’s lazy with it, lets Tetsurou’s cock lay on his tongue, fat and hard, while he drools and sucks at random intervals.
It’s driving Tetsurou crazy to be used like this. He needs to get Kenma off if only so he can push Kenma down and come himself.
With his hand now curling inside Kenma’s body, he pulls down on Kenma’s hips, forces his legs to spread wider as his cock falls deeper into Tetsurou’s mouth. Tetsurou works Kenma harder then. He presses his finger to Kenma’s insides, stroking Kenma’s walls in rhythm with the way he sucks. His cheeks go hollow, his tongue a firm slide against Kenma’s cock.
Usually Kenma would moan loudly, would let himself go in those first moments of orgasm as the tension is split and sensation rips through him. This time, as Tetsurou pushes him over that precipice, he shoves his mouth onto Tetsurou’s cock.
Tetsurou’s not expecting the quick plunge into the depths of Kenma’s throat. Is not expecting the way it feels to be shoved alongside the cry of his orgasm. He can’t stop himself, his hips jerking upward to seek more of that tight, hot channel. He thrusts farther up into Kenma, Kenma moaning again and coughing, crying as Tetsurou forces himself deeper than he ever has – too deep. Tetsurou comes right down Kenma’s throat.
Tetsurou doesn’t realise he didn’t swallow Kenma’s load until he’s done coming himself. He’s lost control of the situation at some point while Kenma was sucking his soul out of his cock. Instead, Kenma’s come drips out the corners of his mouth, down his chin, collects in the dip of his throat.
Kenma sits up, dismounts and turns to Tetsurou. “That was really good,” he tries to say, though his words come out rough. Rough from Tetsurou’s use.
Tetsurou rubs at his face with his hand, the mess transferring to his fingers and then the sheets. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Kenma shakes his head. “It hurt a little, but you didn’t hurt me. I liked it.”
Tetsurou takes a deep breath and pushes his forehead against Kenma’s, as his hands come up to hold Kenma at the base of his head. “Kozume Kenma, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Kenma smiles and leans forward to kiss Tetsurou. “I think I’m starting to figure it out.”