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Kenma hesitates at the door of the bar. He knows all of his high school friends are inside, drinking away their worries and toasting to happy futures. Tetsuro is inside already, he knows because his phone buzzed with a notification only a few minutes ago. Tetsuro, who he feels like he hasn’t seen in weeks, despite the fact that they live in the same house and sleep in the same bed, because they’re both so caught up in their jobs that they just don’t have the time or energy for more.
He sighs. He really doesn’t have the energy for this. He wants to just sleep, preferably for a whole day, a week, maybe even a whole month if he can get away with it. Who would’ve known that whole company could be so much work? It was supposed to be a level-up, shouldn’t that mean things get easier!
Kenma pushes the door open, instinctively shrinking into his jacket at the burst of noise that greets him. He can’t help but smile as his appearance catches the attention of his former teammates, who enthusiastically wave at him and beckon him to their table.
“Kozume!! I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna make it!”
“Zombies attacked me when I was leaving the office,” he responds, deadpan.
“Don’t be like that Kenma! You’re supposed to be the upbeat, lively CEO!”
Kenma gives Kuroo a look that promises death, before stealing the drink out of his hand and taking a long drink out of it. “You’re supposed to be the the upbeat, lively promoter of volleyball, yet here we are, with your mopey, sorry ass getting drunk at a bar.”
“Ouch,” the rest of the table collectively says, despite the wide grins that they sport as they watch the spat.
Tetsuro just grumbles to himself, snatching Lev’s beer off of the table. “At least this is a good place to get drunk, and Lev can foot the bill.”
“Hey!” Lev protests, reaching over the table in an attempt to get his beer back.
Kenma ignores them both, instead clinking his bottle against Tora and Fukunaga’s bottles.
“You look dead on your feet for real, I think I’d believe it if you told me zombies attacked you.”
“Ugh, not you too.”
Tora nods. “This is why I kept playing volleyball. None of that zombie office work stuff.”
“Yeah, but volleyball is so much work. I think it’d be more work than work, like at least I don’t have to fight gravity.”
“Are you still on that? I thought you made your peace with existing on this planet ages ago!”
“Shut up, Tetsuro. If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t listen to your emo ass about volleyball. I’d just leave you to play by yourself.” Kenma hears someone choke, unfortunate someone had been drinking when he said that, but his eyes are on his boyfriend. “And, I wouldn’t ever let you borrow any of my games.”
“Ooh,” their teammates taunt, watching intently. They love the drama far more than they should, in Kenma’s opinion.
“And if I could go back in time, I’d still woo you all over again,” Kuroo says, a sappy grin on his face.
“Who let him drink that much?” Kenma asks.
Lev’s grin just widens.
“And how much has he had?”
“Like, four beers,” Yaku grins. “Plus, eight shots of vodka.”
Kenma just sighs, to the amusement of everyone else.
“Loosen up!” Tora cheers, nudging his hand that’s curled around Kuroo’s drink. “C’mon, you can get at least a drink or two in you!”
“Partying sucks so much,” Kenma sighs, but he takes a big drink anyways, hoping it’ll help him forget all of the shitty paperwork he had to do earlier in the day. Paperwork was his least favorite thing to do, seconded only by partying. It was just so boring, and all of it was on blinding white paper.
“Aww, you only hate partying because Kuroo gets drunk and tries to shag you in the bathrooms!”
He gives Lev his best death glare, which has lost its affect long ago when they were still playing on Nekoma, and probably doesn’t look very threatening anyways with the blush rising on his cheeks, but still he tries.
“Don’t tease him like that, you know he’s shy,” Tora laughs. Kenma pouts. He is not shy. He just likes to keep their physical intimacy behind closed doors. Bedroom doors, not bathroom doors. And a bedroom is just so much more comfortable! Nobody likes cold tiles and the sound of flushing toilets.
“I’m not shy, I just don’t need to show everyone my ass.” Kenma tries to keep his face straight, but his sheeks are pink from the alcohol and a small silly grin that he has at the thought of Kuroo touching his ass. Shit, he’s a lightweight, and Kuroo drinks the hard stuff.
“I’m not even that drunk!” Kuroo complains. “I just like Kenma, what’s so bad about that!”
“The fact that you try to fuck him in front of the rest of us.”
“I don’t mind!”
“Shut up, Lev, you pervert!” Kenma and Kuroo say at the same time, before blinking at each other.
“Married,” Lev snarks back.
“Will you all stop arguing for more than like, five minutes? What are you, high schoolers? This is a day for celebration!”
The three stare at Kai, silent, surprised.
“What! You don’t have to bicker all the time to be friends, you know.”
“You might be the only sober one at this table, mate,” Yaku says. sliding his own drink over to Kai. “C’mon, have a drink, you don’t want to have to hang around these fools while they’re being rednecks.”
“Hey, I’m still sober,” Kenma protests.
"Me too,” Kuroo nods solemnly. He gets dubious looks for that, but he really is still mostly sober. He’s just a little looser, his smile comes easier (even easier than it does when he’s around Kenma) and he says the things that are on his mind. Except the part where he really wants to get on his knees and suck Kenma’s dick, because the alcohol put a touch of red on his cheeks and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
“We’ll find out how sober you are once we have to walk back to Yaku’s place,” Tora laughs. “We’ll record you if you get lost on the way there.”
“I’m not gonna get lost! We used to go there like every weekend.”
-
Kuroo got lost. Not because he didn’t know the way there, but because he pulled Kenma down an alley so that he could push him against the wall and kiss him breathless.
“You know, you could’ve waited until we were at their place to start snogging me.”
“Shush, you’re just so tempting, I wanted a taste now.”
There’s a bright glint in Kuroo’s eyes despite the fact that the street lamp above them is dim.
“No, Tetsuro, I’m not letting you fuck me here,” Kenma says sternly, but his breathy panting didn’t serve his case. “It’s dark and creepy here, at least wait until we get inside somewhere.”
Kuroo grumbled but he pulled back, tugging Kenma along impatiently.
“Tetsuro, Yaku lives the other way.”
“Fuck.”
-
They manage to sit through about half an hour of a bad romcom that’s played on the TV, only for Tetsuro to get up an announce that he has to pee. Nobody is surprised given how much Kuroo has drank.
He doesn’t come back in two minutes, or five, and then Kenma gets up to go find him.
“He better not be puking in my bathtub again,” Yaku complains at his retreating back, to which Kenma snorts.
Kenma knocks on the bathroom door. “It’s me.”
The door is pulled open so fast that Kenma almost falls into the bathroom.
“Fucking finally! I thought I was going to have to suck my own dick in here!”
"What the hell, Tetsuro! Don’t scare me like that!” Kenma’s hand flies to his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath it.
“Sorry kitten, but but you got me so worked up earlier. All I’ve been thinking about is fucking you.”
“You did that all on your own.”
Kuroo grabs Kenma’s hand, pulling it from his chest and towards him, their lips meeting halfway. He doesn’t care much for the taste of beer, but it becomes addicting when it’s on Kenma’s lips, he does not want to stop tasting it, ever.
“Couldn’t think about fuckin’ ya all night if you didn’t look so goddamn delectable all the time,” Kuroo argues, once they part for air.
“You’re just horny like a teen.”
“You were hornier than I was!”
“Didn’t hear you complaining about it.”
Kuroo huffs. “I can’t help it if your dick is just that good.”
“Are you trying to butter me up?”
“Is it working?”
Kenma rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll fuck you here, you horny dog.”
Kuroo’s pants are off in an instant. Kenma takes his time, sliding his pants and boxers down, kicking them into the corner of the bathroom. In the meantime, Kuroo leans over the sink, balancing his shoulders on the countertop as he squeezes his own ass, spreading it for Kenma’s gaze. His cock is hot and heavy between his legs, threatening to drip precum onto the cold tile beneath.
He starts when Kenma’s warm finger trails over his exposed hole, enough to drive him mad but nowhere close enough to sate his need.
“C’mon, hurry up and fuck me,” Kuroo whines, pressing his hips back into Kenma’s touch.
Kenma presses two spit-slicked fingers inside. “Someone’s gonna hear you if you keep complaining so loudly.” He moves his fingers inside of Kuroo, quickly slipping a third finger in as Kuroo’s whimpers grow increasingly desperate.
When he slides his fingers out, Kuroo whines so loud that Kenma thinks someone is going to hear. He presses the blunt head of his cock to Kuroo’s hole, a hand on his waist holding him steady, the other coming around to cover Kuroo’s mouth as he bottoms out.
He pulls his hips back, grunting as he thrusts back in, his thrusts becoming faster as he begins to lose himself in Kuroo’s heat. He leans over Kuroo, chest to back, their shirts damp with sweat between them. His hand slips from Kuroo’s mouth and he uses it to support himself against the countertop.
“You feel so good, don’t know why I don’t fuck you more,” Kenma mumbles.
“It’s ‘cause you overwork yourself instead of letting your minions do things for you.”
“They’re not my minions,” Kenma argues, but his heart isn’t in it. Kuroo is right. “Why don’t you come over and let me fuck you while I’m working?”
“God that’d be so hot.” Kuroo groans. “You could ride me while sitting at your desk.”
“You should quit your job and keep me company all day. We could probably afford it.” Kenma’s hand leaves Kuroo’s waist, wrapping around to stroke his cock. “We could fuck all day in my office.”
Kuroo moans. “Fuck, you feel so good— I really need to—”
“I know, cum for me.”
Kenma’s thrusts become unsteady, breaths heavier as he nears his peak. Kuroo’s moaning and whimpering really isn’t helping, not with the way he feels so perfect around his cock. A loud whine escapes Kuroo as Kenma fucks him through his orgasm, coating Kenma’s hand with cum.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” Kenma pants, cumming only a few thrusts later before collapsing on Kuroo’s back.
They rest like that, their breaths loud and leaving condesnation on the mirror.
“You’re fucking heavy,” Kuroo complains half-heartedly.
Kenma groans, pulling out of Kuroo. “Do you think Yaku will mind if we use his shower?”
“Probably. What’s he gonna do though?”
“Beat the shit out of us tomorrow.”
Kuroo thinks for a moment. “Well, that’s tomorrow’s problem then. I want a turn with you.”
“I knew you were gonna say that,” Kenma groans. He grudgingly peels his shirt off. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I’m lucky I get to fuck you whenever I want.”
Kenma’s cheeks turn red. “Don’t be a sap,” he chides, but Kuroo pounces on him, their lips meeting as he’s tugged into the shower.
Kenma swears he hears someone try to get into the bathroom, but the sound of the shower and the feeling of Kuroo deep inside of him makes him forget before he can bring himself to care.