Thread by @IDtsuKei

Short very nsfw #kentsukki

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Kenma had a new post stream cool down. He always had a hard time getting into porn, but after a very awkward conversation with Kuroo, he found a site where you could watch live streams of who ever you craved for a pretty decent price each month.

There was almost too much variety, his first time browsing the site he felt like he was about to be overwhelmed but someone caught his eye right before he clicked back to cancel his subscription. The persons profile name was Hotaru and he didn’t show his face, but you could tell

From the videos that the man was tall, lean but his muscles were strong. Kenma was curious and clicked on to see that hotaru was live, expecting to be let down with another (incredibly attractive) wannabe dom who thought his muscles and size guaranteed him to always top, but his

Eyes widened as the stream loaded and the man was riding a dildo, hand wrapped loosely around his cock(long, pretty, flushed, just how kenma liked them). He could feel himself begin to harden, and fumbled to grab his headphones to head the audio. He was rock solid within seconds

Of hearing the blonde’s breathy moans, the tiny ‘ah, ah’s and gasps as he angled his hips so the fake cock must be hitting his prostate with every bounce. Holy fuck, this was one of the most erotic things kenma had ever seen. The streamers muscles were tense, sweat dripping down

Them as he fucked himself dumb. He looked like he could pick kenma up and haul him across the room. He looked like he would beg so sweetly for kenma’s cock. Hotaru gasped, hand coming to grip at the base of his cock.

‘I’m close,’ his voice was directly in kenma’s ear, and it

Went straight to his cock. Kenma shoved his pants down and started pumping along to match Hotaru’s pace, almost able to imagine he was speaking directly to kenma. ‘If you want it to be your name I scream as I cum, you’ve got maybe 30 seconds to outbid the last donation before

It runs over to next week.’ Kenma paused his frantic pace to look on the side. It looked like hotaru took tips, and whoever donated the most at the beginning got to choose what he fucked himself with, and whoever donated the most by the end got to hear Hotaru call out their

Username as he finished. Kenma knew he could beat out the top donation but also knew he couldn’t get his payment set up quickly enough this time. He still hit his climax at the same time Hotaru did, pretending hotarus whines of ‘grand king’ was his own name. Okay, maybe the

Subscription stayed.

Since finding the stream, every night after streaming, he would find himself curled in bed, fucking his fist to livestreams from Hotaru or using his vods to get off. He even started tipping some here and there, but never tried to win the auction to play a

More active role. He was close to breaking though, he’s not sure how many more times he could hear ‘hello, applepi, thank you for coming back’ from hotarus husky, sensual voice before he needed to hear it choked out as hotaru wrung himself dry. The only thing holding him back

Right now is the knowledge that his accountant could see all of his purchases over a certain amount and he did not feel like confirming, yes he is the one who made that transaction. He never paid much attention to hotarus chat though, it was full of men who seemed almost too

Desperate, men who kenma is sure would be able to do nothing more than lie there as hotaru fucked himself on their dicks despite their claims to rock his world. Kenma had been watching him for a few weeks now and he knew hotaru needed someone who could put him in his place, fuck

Him like the secret brat that he was until he was crying. It’s part of the reason he never looked for someone else’s stream, hotaru was just his type. Big, deceptively strong, but an absolute slut for something in his ass. Kenma loved the power rush from taking someone who was

So much bigger than him and reducing them to a fucked out mess.

Hotaru tended to go live on Wednesdays, claiming it worked best with his ‘real world’ schedule. This Wednesday, kenma was really looking forward to the live. His week started shitty, pc problems on Monday ruined a

Sponsored stream and Tuesday was full of meetings for bouncing ball. He had a short day stream on Wednesday, where he played a round of Mario party with shoyo, lev, and Tsukishima(per shoyo’s request, something about revenge for Tsukishima demolishing him at Mario kart, and him

Wanting kenma to crush him live for the world to see so he would stop making fun of shoyos abilities). He was not surprised at how bad shoyo and lev were, but was surprised at having to actually focus to try and win the mini games. He was so focused on the game, he couldn’t place

Why Tsukishima’s voice over the mic tickled something in his brain. He was also so distracted by the nagging voice in his head saying he had heard Tsukishima somewhere recently, that he didn’t catch tsukishima’s plan before it was too late, and Tsukishima made it to king boo to

Steal a star from everyone, putting him ahead of kenma by one, much to a screaming shoyo’s disappointment. The bonus stars shifted it back though, and kenma ended up winning by a few coins. He signed off of his stream, happier already from playing with friends, but even more

Excited for hotarus stream tonight. Kenma had just gotten a new toy in the mail that he was ready to use while watching his stream, glad to have something other than his hand to fuck. After a quick dinner, he grabbed his laptop and headed to bed. He set the laptop down and moved

To grab the toy, a new fleshlight that had glowing reviews, and some lube and towels. He got comfortable on the bed, grabbing his phone to reply to shoyo who was thanking him for the games and complaining about how ‘jerkishima’ left early cause he said he had plans, and how he

Wasn’t even upset he lost. Kenma laughed quietly at his friends antics before pulling his laptop to rest on his chest, and pulling up hotarus page. He waited, beginning to frown when hotarus regular start time had come and gone, when finally the screen flicked to life. Hotaru was

In frame, wearing a very baggy button down shirt, shoulder peeking out showing a dark red strap that looked like lingerie. He was slightly out of breath as he apologized for being a bit late, said he was at a friends house, and that when he came home, he had a surprise package at

His door.

‘I had something planned, but now I’m not sure if I should go ahead as planned or use my new toy.’ As he spoke, he rubbed his hand slowly down his chest, pressing the shirt in enough kenma could see the shadow of the definite lingerie. ‘Thank you to the anonymous

Gifter, by the way. This was number one on my wishlist. Do you guys wanna see what it is?’

Kenma cursed slightly that he didn’t realize you could buy things off the wishlist for hotaru, he should know things like this. Hotaru pulled a box, carefully altered to show no personal

Information. He sat it on the desk and made a show out of pulling it out of the box. As soon as kenma saw it, his mind went blank. He knew what that toy was, kuroo had sent him the link when the presales started. He originally wasn’t sure what to think of it, a knock off dildo

Claiming to be based on famous streamer kodzuken, but seeing hotarus hand wrap around the fake cock that kenma had to admit was pretty true to size, he wanted to thank whoever came up with this idea personally. Hotaru was still talking as kenma refocused.

‘Now, I know this

Isn’t backed by the actual streamer and might be unethical? Immoral? But I plan on donating some gift subs to him to even it out after I get paid next. Hm? Of course I’m a kodzuken fan, are you not?’ He was chatting with chat who had started to blow up, some of them clearly

Jealous. ‘I don’t wanna alienate my viewers, but honestly if you’re don’t like kodzuken, you can leave.’ His voice was sharp, but still sultry. He clearly knew how to control his audience, and suddenly the chat moved on to ask what his other plans were. Kenma was still reeling

From the surprise, sudden longing hitting him. He needed to see hotaru split open on a cock made after him. Hotaru was discussing his other plans, unbuttoning his shirt to show more lingerie, more pale skin, mentioning something about a slow strip and rubbing lotion over his body

Before slowly jacking off on screen. His chat seemed to be favoring this idea, and he was musing putting it up for a donation poll, $1 to choose which plan, when kenma jerked into action. He was already regretting the conversation with his accountant when he clicked confirm, and

Watched as hotaru’s jaw dropped so much part of his face was in frame when the donation posted. He hesitated, before seemingly choosing his words carefully.

‘Um, applepi. I’m very glad to see you back again, but I think you misplaced your decimal points there. Please let me

Know so I can refund you and you can process again.’

He hadn’t. He glanced at the top of the stream where it showed ‘applepi - $10,000’ scrolling across the most recent donations. He quickly typed a message in chat.

‘I didn’t. Use the toy.’

He ignored the way chat blew up,

Some bemoaning that they couldn’t afford that, others yelling it had to be a scam, that it was way overpriced for a donation. Hotaru cut them off.

‘To those of you saying they overpaid, do you not think I’m worth that? I know some of you have dm-ed me that you would ‘give me

The world,’ glad to see who is lying. Applepi, thank you for your generous donation. I believe you’ve earned the right to tell me how you want me to use it. Do you want me to choke on it, drooling on my pretty clothes?’ At this point the shirt is completely unbuttoned, and he

Drags the dildo up his chest, brushing it against the lacy fabric covering his pecs, up his long pale neck, until it rests on the portion of hotarus mouth in frame, plush lips pressed against the tip. ‘Or, do you want me to bounce on it like it’s your cock? Beg you to fuck me

Full?’ He brings the toy back down, continuing to drag it across his skin. He drags it down over the the straps of the top that criss cross over his torso, criss cross over his abs, before setting it directly in front of where his cock is straining against the dark red lace

Panties that seem to be a set with the dark red, lacy top. Kenmas fingers hesitate before answering, wishing hotaru was really here in front of him so he could fuck his face properly, bully his cock past hotaru’s teeth until he was down his throat, hotaru unable to do anything

But take it, tears and saliva dripping down his face to stain the clothes even darker red. He knows that watching him gag on one of his toys, slightly off screen to protect his privacy, can be incredibly erotic, but he needs to see him come undone by his own imaginary cock. He

Types out a reply that almost immediately gets lost in the chat, but he knows the streamer sees it from the chuckle he lets out.

‘Fuck yourself, slowly. Backwards, want to see you stretch.’

He stretches to grab the lube, pausing to read chat.

‘Now now, you all seem awfully

Demanding for people who are getting to reap the benefits of applepi’s donations. Don’t be greedy, that’ll just encourage him to do it more. Not that I would complain. Few last clarifications before I turn around and can’t see chat, applepi, shirt on or off? And did you want me

To say your username when I’m cumming? No point in offering it to someone else, I’m sure they can’t match you.’

Kenma hesitates again, thinking. He would love to hear hotaru moan his real name, but he knows he can’t reveal himself too much. He decides to bank on them all

Thinking he’s just also a simp for kodzuken.

‘Idc about ur shirt, chat can vote. If u r comfortable with it can u say kodzuken when u cum.’ He types fast, reverting to shorthand. He hears the sharp laugh when hotaru reads the message.

‘Okay. Let me set up the poll quick. And

I can do that, here’s hoping he either never sees this video or is a fan,’ he laughs. The chat votes quickly for him to remove his shirt, and he does before turning around. The lace on the underwear frames his ass perfectly, kenma wants to bite down, mark him up so he feels his

Bite marks whenever he sits down. He slides his pants off, before deciding fuck it and ripping his shirt off too. He drizzles some lube in the toy as hotaru teases chat.

‘Oh! I do have a surprise for you guys,’ he pulls down the lacy panties to reveal the glittery end of a plug

‘’I’ve been wearing this all day, so I should be able to just slide right on.’ Hotaru has drizzled lube on the dildo and stops sliding his hand up and down it long enough to start playing with the plug, whimpering slightly as he pushes it in deeper before pulling it out. He sets

It to the side before wiggling backwards to position himself over the toy, one hand holding the toy steady while the other spreads his cheeks open as the tip of the toy brushes over his wet hole. Kenma’s pulse is pounding in his ears, and he moves to tease the tip of his own

Leaking cock at the opening of his toy. He bites his lip to stop the groan from his own mouth as he starts sliding in, matching the pace hotaru slips the fake cock into himself. He wants to hear the whimpers as hotaru slowly fucks himself, the moan as he bottoms out. Kenma has to

Pause for himself, wanting to last the whole stream. The toy feels good, tight and wet, almost like the real thing, but he knows hotaru would feel much better. Warm and responsive, so so pretty as he slowly fed his cock into his greedy hole. It doesn’t take long for hotaru to

Get into a rhythm, seemingly forgetting about his audience as he takes his fill of the dildo. The airy whimpers and catches of his breath turn into desperate moans. Kenma almost cums on the spot when hotaru groans a ‘oh fuck kodzuken, just like that. Your cock feels so good,

Fills me up just right.’ He also almost regrets asking for hotaru to do it backwards, wanting to offer more instructions, wanting to see as one of his hands drifts up to twist his nipples, but the regret dissipates when he pulls completely off of the dildo, sliding two of his

Fingers in his fluttering hole, putting on a show for what feels like kenma and kenma alone. He doesn’t stay like that for long though, quickly dropping back down on the toy like he couldn’t bear to be empty for too long, gasping out another ‘kodzuken’ as he does. He shifts his

Positioning so he’s leaning over the back of the chair, face still out of frame but bits of blonde hair slipping into the screen as he switches from riding the dildo to fucking it in and out of his hole by hand. Kenma keeps matching the pace, hips thrusting off the bed to meet

His hand, lube dripping down his balls, glad he laid out a towel earlier. He bets hotaru would like it like this too, sloppy and messy, ending up with both of them a sticky mess. Speaking of hotaru, he’s clearly close, head dropped down, back muscles rippling, mic picking up both

The filthy sounds of the cock squelching in and out of his lubed hole, and the moans pouring out of his mouth.

‘Oh oh fuck, I’m gunna cum. Kodzuken, you feel so fucking good. Fuck me fuck me please kodzuken, wanna cum on your cock.’ It’s easy to tell when he moans a name just

To please the highest bidder, but this feels different to kenma, like hotaru is actually lost in the thought of being fucked by him. He wonders briefly if hotaru is actually close seeing as he hasn’t touched himself besides the chest and the hand fucking the dildo in and out,

When he cums untouched, back arching as he gasps and whines, mouth a blur of kodzuken and pleases. It’s so hot kenmas hips thrust once, twice more, before he’s filling his own toy with his cum, imagining how much nicer it would be to fuck his cum directly in to hotaru. He lays

There for a few seconds to catch his breath, watching the streamer do the same, breathes slowing from harsh gasps to even out. The streamer turns around carefully to sit back down, fake cock still nestled inside of him. He reads chat for a few minutes, one hand lazily playing

With his own cum smeared on his stomach and into the straps of the outfit he was wearing.

‘Hmm, I hope you all had as much fun as I did. Applepi, I hope that lived up to your expectations. Although this will be hard to get the stain out,’ he says, thumbing at the patches of the

Top that look almost blood red with the mess. Kenma’s clean hand taps a few buttons on his keyboard before hotaru is once again laughing as a new donation rolls in for 5,000. He taps in chat ‘for dry cleaning’, and zones out as hotaru thanks a few more viewers, and informs them

Of a video he has queued for Friday, and promises to post a pre stream poll for what he’ll do for the next live on Wednesday, before signing off. Kenma manages to get up long enough to clean up, hopping in for a quick shower. He shoots a quick email to his accountant about

Making two large purchases before falling asleep under a pile of blankets. He wakes up to an email back from his accountant that simply says ‘😐’ that he deletes, face red, before almost dropping his phone. He has a message on the site from hotaru, once again thanking him for the

Sizable donation. In the message, he attaches a few pictures that he must have snapped after the stream, claiming they’re an added bonus for his continued support. He feels his cock twitch in interest, and closes the app long enough to look at the clock. It’s still early enough

That he switches right back to the app to jerk off to the pictures. He lounges in bed for a few more minutes after he gets off, perusing the wishlist attached to hotaru’s profile. He knows he shouldn’t buy anything after the amount of money he spent yesterday, but he can’t help

But purchase a baby blue frilly lingerie set that comes with soft looking blonde cat ears. He knows he won’t be able to see them on him, but he’s fighting off another hard on from the thought. His boner is killed though when his phone rings, signaling kuroo is here half an hour

Early for their breakfast meeting. He shoots off a quick text to tell him to stop ringing the doorbell and wait, before rolling out of bed to get cleaned up.

A few weeks pass by, and he keeps his donations to a smaller amount, not wanting to overwhelm hotaru or make his chat

Angry. It’s a Saturday, and he acknowledges that he might have a bit of an obsession when he considers canceling his plans to stay home to watch a prescheduled video drop on hotaru’s page. He knows shoyo would be upset though, he’s supposed to be going to a house warming party

For shoyo and the blonde setter from his new team(who shoyo swears he isn’t romantically involved with, but kenma isn’t convinced.) He arrives earlier than he’s expected, but he wants to get in and scope the place out so he knows where he can escape to if he starts to feel

Overwhelmed. He knocks and is surprised when a blonde opens the door, but not the blonde who lives there.

‘Tsukishima,’ he nods in greeting, quickly schooling his face to a more neutral expression. He wasn’t expecting other people to be here, but he’s glad it’s Tsukishima. He’s

Similar to kenma in the fact that he likes to know the escape routes, and is mainly quiet unless someone is pushing his buttons(ie: kuro, shoyo, kageyama).

‘Kenma-san, I’d tell you to come inside but I should warn you they’ll want to put you to work,’ he jokes moving aside.

‘Who said you could leave the kitchen! Go back to cutting fruit, minion,’ shoyo shouts at tsukishima while he flings himself at kenma to hug him.

‘Piss off, I told you to buy pre-sliced fruit if you were too lazy to do it yourself,’ Tsukishima says, heading back towards what

Kenma assumes is the kitchen despite his words.

‘Sorry we didn’t all just fall into extra money, mr rich man!’ Shoyo yells, squawking as Tsukishima flips him off. ‘Come on, I’ll show you around!’ He grabs Kenma’s arm, and kenma allows himself to be pulled along.

‘Extra

Money?’ Kenma asks.

‘Heh yeah,’ shoyo snickers. ‘Tsukki got a new side job doing —‘ he’s cut off as Tsukishima comes up behind him and smacks him on the back of the head.

‘Shut up,’ he hisses. ‘Ignore him, please.’ Tsukishima is carrying a bowl of strawberries clearly meant

For the party from the way shoyo tries to snatch them away. Tsukishima dodges his hands, snacking on the strawberries as he makes his way back towards the kitchen. Shoyo frowns at his retreating form before spinning back around to lead kenma on the rest of the tour. The nagging

Feeling that he was missing something, the same feeling he had when they played against Tsukishima the other day, is back and kenma can’t help but wonder what shoyo meant by extra money. He gets his answer not much later. The actual blonde owner of the house(kenma cannot be

Bothered to learn his name) shows up, and the four of them are in the living room, waiting for the rest of the people to start showing up. Kenma’s been focusing on shoyo who was trying to list everyone they had invited so he could mentally prepare, when he hears the setter make a

Comment about Tsukishima being a big spender. His eyes flit to look at the two of them, to see Tsukishima roll his eyes.

‘You’re both literally so annoying. I knew I should’ve found something to do until after your dumb party started.’

‘Were you already in town?’ Kenma asks.

‘Yeah! He was buying a car!’ Shoyo answers for him. Kenma raises his eyebrows at tsukishima, who is massaging the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

‘I did not buy a new car.’ He stresses. ‘I came into…an unexpected bonus, and used some of it to pay off the loan I had on the

Car I bought a few years back.’

‘I didn’t know you could drive.’

‘It was the most practical way to make it from my classes to practice the first year, the train schedule was not in my favor.’ Tsukishima explains.

‘Oh. Was it a big bonus or were you almost done with the

Loan?’

‘It was huge!’ Shoyo answers for Tsukishima again. ‘He’s like a cam boy on the side, someone tipped him 15k in one night.’ Shoyo said wiggling his eyebrows. Kenma feels his entire body jolt, eyes snapping to Tsukishima who has just groaned and buried his face in his arms

At the table. Oh. That’s why he sounded so familiar. Kenma blinks slowly, glad the setter has fallen over laughing at tsukishima’s discomfort and that shoyo seems to be more preoccupied with shaking Tsukishima than looking at him. He schools his face, willing his body to not

Somehow give away that he is without a doubt the person who tipped Tsukishima 15k the other night.

‘I told you, it was a one time thing, it’s not normally anywhere near that.’ Tsukishima’s voice is muffled by his arm but his head shoots up suddenly, glare strong enough that

Shoyo actually squeaks and tries to hide behind kenma. ‘Besides, for the last time, it’s not really something I can go around advertising if I want to stay on the frogs. Stop telling people.’

‘It’s only kenma, he wouldn’t tell anyone!’

‘Your secret is safe with me,’ kenma

Nods, smiley slightly. He hopes to reassure him, but he’s sure he sees Tsukishima’s ears redden slightly(could he be thinking about the way he was moaning Kenma’s streamer name just a few short weeks ago?)

‘Thank you kenma-san. And no, hinata it wasn’t only kenma. You told big

Mouth over there too.’ He points to an offended looking setter(really kenma should just make up a name at this point to keep it straight in his head).

‘I already told ya I ain’t telling anyone!’

‘I’ll believe it when I see it,’ tsukishima’s eyes narrow, before he changes the

Topic by mentioning how good the adlers were looking, especially their setter. Kenma settles in to half listen to the volleyball banter, half trying to calm his racing mind. He isn’t sure how he feels knowing hotaru has been Tsukishima this whole time, and he wants to process it.

Also, does this mean kuro knew Tsukishima was on there when he directed kenma to go there? He waits until the party is fully in swing to study Tsukishima from afar. His initial observations hold true, the blonde is attractive. He really is Kenma’s type, and he doesn’t feel like

He needs to go and delete his browsing history. Instead he’s wondering what video Tsukishima could have scheduled to post while he was here, and if he filmed it before coming over or a few days ago? He isn’t aware he’s staring until kuroo sneaks up behind him.

‘Why are you

Looking at tsukki like you wanna climb him like a tree, kitty cat?’ Kenma jumps half out of his seat, whipping around to glare at his best friend.

‘I’m not.’

‘You are.’

He wants to ask if kuroo knew about tsukishima’s page, but stops himself because 1. He doesn’t want to

Accidentally spill the secret if he doesn’t know, and 2. He doesn’t want to think about kuroo watching one of the videos.

‘Fine. I’m just, looking.’ He shrugs, trying to pull off indifference. ‘Who’s that man he’s talking to?’ He glances at the black haired, fox eyed man who

Was standing too close to Tsukishima for his comfort.

‘Eh? That’s suna, remember? Inarizaki with the Miya twins, him and tsukki are like exes or something. Ex fuck buddies? I don’t know if they were serious.’ Kenma scowls at him for burdening him with the knowledge of shoyo’s

Roommates name, and also the knowledge of tsukishima’s past sex life. Also, if he’s into people like this suna, chances are he is more into kuro than kenma. Although, he did sound incredibly sincere when he was moaning Kenma’s alter ego name. He spends the next hour going back

And forth in his head, from there’s no way Tsukishima would be okay with him watching his content, to maybe Tsukishima is into him and would be fine with it. He’s starting to get a headache when the man occupying his thoughts pops his head into Kenma’s hiding place.

‘Ah. Sorry

To bother you, but hinata is insisting we play Mario kart so he can ‘hand me my defeat’ and wanted to know if you wanted to join. I think he wants you to beat me for him.’ Tsukishima smiles softly, and kenma feels his stomach flop uselessly.

‘Yeah, I’ll play.’ He goes to stand

Up but stops as Tsukishima offers his hand to help him off the floor. He must pause too long because he sees Tsukishima falter.

‘Sorry, I must be spending too much time with yachi, she’s due any day now and always needs help standing.’ He moves to pull his hand back and kenma

Acts quick, hand darting out to grasp tsukishima’s. He tries to ignore the sharp inhale Tsukishima made at the skin contact, but he can feel the spark travel down his own body. Tsukishima’s hand is warm in his own, but not clammy. He allows the blonde to help pull him to his

Feet, offering a smile and tightening his grasp before letting go.

‘Let’s go beat shoyo in Mario kart.’ Tsukishima nods in agreement, face blushing slightly. Ok maybe he did have a chance. They crush shoyo as expected, but once again he’s just happy that kenma won most of the

Races over Tsukishima. Kenma feels warm and cozy and content, sitting with his friends playing games, until the suna character from earlier comes up behind Tsukishima and drapes himself over his shoulders. He play whispers to ask if he wants to leave with him.

Tsukishima

Pauses for a second, contemplating, before shrugging.

‘Beat me in a cup on here, and sure.’

‘You only leave with people who can beat you in Mario kart? That doesn’t leave you very many options.’ The man moves to take hinata’s controller before plopping down next to kenma.

‘Or it leaves me the best option.’ Tsukishima mumbles the next line into his cup before taking a drink, but kenma hears it and his pulse quickens again. The next cup, he plays with precision, aiming enough of his items towards suna to ruin his lap, but not enough to be

Suspicious. Suna huffs as he loses yet again, before he turns in the towel.

‘Well good luck to you, kozume-san. You appear to be the only one here with a chance at taking the elusive Kei home.’

He feels Tsukishima laugh next to him, before seeing him flip suna off. They play

A few more rounds, rotating people in and out. Eventually the night gets late though, and people start to trickle out. Tsukishima hums quietly to himself on the couch before turning to face kenma.

‘I’m supposed to crash with kuroo and bokuto, but I already know they’re

Probably making out in the kitchen and I do not want to have to break that up.’ He makes a disgusted face that has kenma laughing.

‘Try spraying them with the sink hose, that’ll break them apart.’

‘Yeah, I suppose.’ They trail off, sitting in silence for a few more minutes

Until Kenma’s phone buzzes, his ride here.

‘That’s my car,’ he stands, taking in the disappointed look on tsukishima’s face. ‘It was nice seeing you again, we should game soon.’ He leaves to go find shoyo even though his body almost demands he goes back to the couch to ask

Tsukishima to come stay with him for the night. He doesn’t want to make a move until he’s confirmed that Tsukishima knows he watches, and that he knows he is applepi, and is okay with it.

The next morning, he forms a plan. He goes online, pulling up his browsing history. He

Finds the blue set he sent hotaru under the username applepi(proof it was received came in the form of nudes sent directly to his inbox from hotaru), and buys a matching baby pink one to be delivered to his own house. He asks shoyo for tsukishima’s address, and slips a card into

The package, along with an unreleased kodzuken hoodie. The card simply reads ‘tell me to stop watching and I will.’ He’s sure Tsukishima is smart enough to put two and two together, to connect the dots between him and applepi. He drops it in the mail and waits.

Wednesday rolls

Around and he hasn’t gotten a cease and desist text from Tsukishima telling him he isn’t comfortable with kenma watching his streams, but he also hasn’t gotten the normal ‘thank you’ message from his hotaru account showing that he received the package. His stomach was in knots,

He knows his stream is lackluster in energy, he blames it on feeling under the weather and signs off early. He’s in the middle of another mental pro and cons list to watching tsukishima’s stream that night when his phone buzzes on the desk next to him. He picks it up, grateful

For the distraction to see a text from an unknown number. Expecting a spam message, he rolls his eyes and turns the phone back over. A few minutes later it buzzes again. He grabs his phone, cursing the spam messages from interrupting his mini panic, he unlocks his phone to block

The number but freezes when he sees the actual message. The first message is a selfie of Tsukishima, that for the general public would be considered modest, cute even. He’s sitting at his desk, the one he streams from, wearing the hoodie kenma sent him, sleeves long enough his

Fingers barely poke out from the edges, hair tousled, fake cat ears poking out. They’re the ears from the new set, little pink ribbons tied at the bottom. He gathers his wits enough to click back out of the picture to read the message. The first one simply says ‘hey’ and must’ve

Been sent with the picture. The follow up message came a few minutes later.

‘Was watching your stream, saw you weren’t feeling well. Hope you feel better soon.’

Kenma scrambles for a reply.

‘I lied. I’m not sick. Don’t tell my chat.’

He sees the typing bubbles pop up and

Disappear, and pop up and disappear, and locks his phone, setting it down and heading to his kitchen for a snack. He takes tsukishima’s message as a good sign, and if he’s going to be able to watch his stream tonight he wants to be ready ahead of time. By the time he gets back to

His room, Tsukishima has replied.

‘Calling the news stations now, the great kodzuken is slacking off lol. Hinata give you my address or should I be concerned?’

‘It was shoyo. Dw, I lectured him on safety after he told me it. Was what I sent okay?’

‘I’m wearing it, aren’t

I?’ This message comes with another picture, more risqué than the first one but way less than the ones on the site. It’s another selfie, this time with the kodzuken hoodie pulled up to reveal the bottom half of the bra, pink ribbons matching the ones on the cat ears.

‘You are.’

‘Which one do you like better, this one or the blue?’

‘This one. Altho it might be the hoodie that’s skewing my judgement.’

‘Lol.’

Kenma doesn’t want the conversation to end there, wants to know if this is a go ahead to keep watching so he shoots off a quick ‘wyd?’

‘Getting ready for my stream. You?’

‘Is it weird if I also say getting ready for your stream?’

‘No weirder than you paying me to shout your alter ego’s name the one time.’ Kenma cringes.

‘Sorry. Didn’t know it was you when I did that.’

‘Are you saying you wouldn’t have

If you did? Figured from the gift straight from you that you were into it.’

‘I was. I am. I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.’

Tsukishima replies with a shrugging emoji, and kenma chews on his thumbnail as he thinks of what to say next. He’s saved when his phone

Buzzes again, a double text from Tsukishima.

‘You’re not the only one I know irl who watches my streams.’ ‘You might be the only one who I’d actually let fuck me tho.’

‘That can be arranged.’ Kenma’s palms are getting sweaty and he mentally curses himself for acting like a

Teen with a crush. What happened to big talk kenma who wanted to ruin hotaru and make him cry??

‘Lol another night. Got an appointment with my chat. Will you be watching?’

‘If you’ll let me.’

‘Duh. Do you want me to keep wearing the blue set or do you want this to be for

Your eyes only?’ Kenma curses as he sees the next picture, his hoodie pulled back down to cover his chest, but it’s angled in such a way that he can see tsukishima’s cock starting to fill out the silky blue panties and the bottom of his mouth where his plump lips are wrapped

Around two of his fingers, shiny with spit.

‘Mine.’ He replies, palming his own growing bulge. ‘You can keep the hoodie on if you want tho.’

‘Lol k. No big donos tonight, gotta keep the crowd happy. Wouldn’t mind some pictures of you enjoying the stream tho. If you want.’

Kenma set his phone down and kills time before tsukishima’s stream with some household chores he had been putting off. He logs onto the site a few minutes before the stream, already sporting a semi from just clicking on tsukishima’s profile. He grabs his phone as well and snap a

Picture of the outline of his half-hard dick through his sweats to send to Tsukishima with a ‘looking forward to it’ message. He sees his message has been read, but the stream kicks on a few moments later. He’s still wearing Kenma’s hoodie much to the displeasure of some of his

Chat.

‘Do you guys not like the hoodie?’ Kenma’s sure he’s fake pouting but his mouth is off camera. ‘Listen, grand king, you want me to wear something with your name on it, feel free to send it to my P.O. Box. It’s gunna be a low key night though, I do have something to do

Tomorrow so I should refrain from anything too strenuous. Polls up now, a dollar a vote.’

Kenma looks at the options. A. Jack off with just my hand and lube. B. Use a vibrator on my cock until I cum. C. Fuck a fleshlight. He tosses 50 bucks on a, pushing it over b to win.

‘Back to the basics, I see. Now the question is hoodie on, or hoodie off? I’m very cozy but I also don’t want to stain it so I can be persuaded.’ Kenma listens as Tsukishima talks with his chat about whether or not he should get completely undressed. He’s curious if Tsukishima

Actually took off the lingerie like he asked, so he types in chat asking what’s under the hoodie.

‘Applepi wants to know what’s underneath. Hmm. Nothing. It’s soft,’ he shrugs on screen. ‘Wanted to feel it against my skin.’

The thought of Tsukishima wearing his clothes and

Only his clothes has kenma fully hard, but he moves to take the hoodie off anyways, claiming he really isn’t trying to get cum and lube off of it. It’s hard to be disappointed though, with tsukishima’s pretty, flushed cock on display. He really was bare under the hoodie and he

Spends a few minutes just slowly running his hands over his bare chest. It’s not the kinkiest or most hardcore of tsukishima’s streams, but kenma is still just as turned on. His body is beautiful, and he uses enough lube you can hear the schlick of his hand as he works his cock

Through the mic. Kenma pulls his sweats down enough that his own erection is showing, angling his phone to include the laptop showing the hotaru stream and his hand slowly grasping himself and sends it to Tsukishima. He debated sending a message, unsure if his phone is even

Near him, but he does.

‘Bet you wish you were choking on this rn.’

He swears he hears tsukishima’s phone buzz off screen, and he moans louder than he had been, but he can’t confirm it’s cause he saw the message. He pretends like it was though, and soon enough Tsukishima is

Spilling over his fingers, groaning out the highest donor of the nights name. Kenma’s brain automatically supplies his own name in the spot, and he finishes close to the same time. He shoots another picture, cum dripping down the side of his dick and sends it to Tsukishima with

A ‘Nice stream.’ The hotaru stream ends and kenma pads to the bathroom to clean up. When he lays back down in bed, he unlocks his phone to see a message from Tsukishima. It’s a picture of him licking his own cum from his fingers, with the message ‘left the cat ears on. Thanks for

Your support.’ He spends entirely too long looking at the picture of Tsukishima, and would’ve spent longer had he not double texted again.

‘Btw yes, I would’ve loved to have been choking on your cock tonight. We have a tourney the next few weekends, but maybe after it’s done we

Could meet up?’ ‘If you want to of course.’

‘I do.’

‘Perfect. Goodnight.’ This one comes with a final picture, Tsukishima clearly fresh from the bath with his hair damp, laying in bed back in the kodzuken hoodie. Kenma groans, locking his phone and rolling over for bed.

Tsukishima may be the death of him.

The weekend passes, and the week trudges by. The hotaru profile posts a few pictures Wednesday, apologizing for the lack of stream. Kenma grumbles to himself, even thought he knows that logically Tsukishima can’t stream and play in the frogs

Game at the same time. His texts with Tsukishima have been sparse too. He knows Tsukishima is incredibly busy, that the frogs are a few wins away from moving from division two to division one, but he can’t help but hope it’s Tsukishima every time his phone buzzes. It’s late

Friday night when his phone buzzes, and the familiar pang of longing hits him, only to see ‘kuro’ when he unlocks his phone. He tries to not be disappointed.

‘Heyyy kitty cat. U wanna come to the div1 games sat? It’s in Sendai but I’ll drive????’ ‘Pls don’t make me go alone bo

Can’t go :(:(:(‘

He rolls his eyes, tempted to tell his best friend no.

‘Yuck. Who’s playing?’

‘Motorspirits vs frogs.’ ‘Snake vs my protege.’ ‘I have to stay neutral for dumb work and need u to root for tsukki for me’ ‘he’ll never forgive me if I don’t’

‘I don’t think he

Wants you to cheer for him. Or considers himself your protege.’

‘Plsssss I’ll buy u food all day and let u pick music? 🥺🥺’

‘Throw in you never using that face again and I’ll go.’ Truth is, kenma was planning on saying yes the second he saw it was the frogs, but he couldn’t

Let kuroo know that. The last thing he needed was for him to try and get involved, thinking he was some kind of match maker.

Saturday morning, they leave at an ungodly hour so they can make it there on time. He spends most of the ride tuning out Kuroo’s stories about bokuto,

And instead wondering if he should let Tsukishima know he’s coming today. He decides against it, not sure if it would weird him out or stress him out before the game. Kuroo’s jva badge gets them in early, and they run into daishou in the lobby. Kuroo and him start insulting each

Other, and kenma zones out until someone behind him speaks.

‘Please tell me you’re here to cheer on the spirits and not the frogs.’ Kenma turns to see Tsukishima walking up to them with the other blonde ones(kenma does not know their names) trailing behind him.

‘Tsukki! I’m

Here on official jva business, you know I’m not favoring anyone over anyone, not even you my precious kohai. Kenma however,’ Kuroo grabs kenma and thrusts him between daishou and Tsukishima, ‘kenma is here to cheer on the frogs. Unrelated to me.’

‘I’m a big fan.’ Kenma deadpans.

‘Ah, yes. My number one fan.’ Tsukishima teases.

‘I should tell your boss you’re trying to find a loop-‘ daishou starts before Kuroo interrupts him.

‘Is that guy hitting on mika?’ Daishou whips around to look and kuroo takes advantage of his distraction to grab tsukishima’s

And Kenma’s arms, pulling them the other way. Once they round the corner, Kuroo drops their arms and moves to try to squish tsukishima’s cheeks in his hands.

‘My tsukki is two matches away from moving up a division! I’m so proud!’

‘Ew. Stop trying to touch me creep.’ Kuroo

Has Tsukishima in a headlock at this point. ‘Kenma-san, can you do something about your best friend here?’

‘Shoyo’s here?’

Kuroo gasps and drops his hold on Tsukishima. Before he can start crying about being replaced, the angry looking frogs member turns the corner.

‘Yo.

Coach is looking for us for pregame pep talk. Thanks for ditching us with daishou, by the way.’

‘Not my fault, I was kidnapped. He say anything worth noting?’

‘Nah. He started to run his mouth and then kogane asked for his fucking email and he ran away.’ Tsukishima laughs at

This and goes to follow his teammate. He turns back briefly, eyes flicking between kenma and kuroo.

‘Thanks for coming, honestly. And warning, if you see my brother, no you don’t.’ He shoots off a smile that makes Kenma’s stomach flip flop and leaves to go get ready. Kuroo

Sniffles, and drags kenma to their seats. He does point out tsukishima’s brother before the game, sitting a few rows down from them with a bunch of karasuno alumni, looking like he was about to cry any minute. Kuroo goes down to mingle for a minute but kenma stays behind since he

Knows shoyo is at the same match that withheld bokuto. He’s glad the game starts when it does, Kuroo and tsukishima’s brother looked like they were about to make each other cry talking about how far Tsukishima had come from that first training camp. It was a close game. You could

Tell from the stands that daishou was trying to rile up Tsukishima but his attempts seemed to have the opposite effect. It was match point in the last set, spirits ball. Their serve was a cannon but the frogs libero manages to save it, and the bird setter makes a last second

Switch to set it to Tsukishima instead of the expected hitter, and he slams it home. The spirits try to save it but it touches ground, and the frogs win. The crowd goes wild, especially the karasuno crowd and kuroo(so much for neutrality). When they line up to thank the stands

Kenma sees Tsukishima flash the peace sign to his sobbing brother, before the two of them make eye contact. He feels a charged jolt rush through him and he shivers. The frogs are ushered into their locker room though, breaking the eye contact. Kuroo moves to go do his networking,

And kenma settles in with his phone. He already knows Kuroo is going to be busy with work for another hour and a halfish, and he settles in, expecting to be killing time in the stands until Kuroo’s done. He kills about twenty minutes playing a game on his phone before it buzzes

With a message. He clicks into it when he sees it’s from Tsukishima.

‘Hey’

‘Hey. Good game, glad you won.’

‘Lol thanks. You still here?’

‘Mhmm. Kuroo’s my ride and he’s schmoozing.’

‘How long til you leave?’

‘Maybe an hour?’

‘Come to frogs locker room? It’s empty

Besides me. If you wanna of course.’

He does want to, and he leaves his jacket in the seat next to Kuroo’s before hurrying down the bleachers. He’s half expecting to run into someone telling him he can’t be down here, or another member of the frogs, but it is really deserted.

Popping the door open, he peaks inside. Tsukishima is sitting on the bench, freshly showered and in sweats. His head jerks up when the door opens and he smiles slightly when he sees it’s kenma.

‘You came.’

‘Yeah. You guys were great.’

‘Hm. We shouldn’t have lost the

Second set.’ Tsukishima shrugs, scooting over so kenma can sit on the bench next to him. Kenma can feel his pulse racing and he wills his dick down, knowing that Tsukishima has a super important game tomorrow and probably didn’t ask him here for anything of that nature.

‘Daishou’s always been slippery, they like to straddle the line of sportsmanship.’ Tsukishima nods in agreement before he delivers the killing blow.

‘Look, I’m going to be super blunt and if you’re not into it, that’s fine. I really want to suck you off. I haven’t been able to

To stop thinking about it since you sent me those pictures.’

‘Here?’ Kenma manages to spit out once his brain reboots.

‘Yes. I told the rest of the team to not come back here, and the janitors won’t come in for another few hours.’ Tsukishima drops off the bench to kneel in

Front of kenma. ‘Please, kenma-san. You can fuck my face if you want.’

His hands are folded neatly in his lap, and kenma is rock hard from how pretty and obedient Tsukishima looked.

‘Your knees,’ Kenma frowns. ‘You still have a game tomorrow.’

‘I’ll be fine,’ he reassures

Him. ‘If they start to ache, I’ll tell you and we can change positions.’ Kenma thinks for half a second before his dick takes over for him and he stands in front of where Tsukishima is kneeling.

‘Oh pretty baby that desperate for my cock in your mouth?’ He asks, reaching down

To press his thumb against tsukishima’s lips which instantly part to let him slide it into his mouth. His eyes are wide and he nods, letting kenma slowly fuck his thumb in and out of his pliant mouth. ‘One picture and you’re already this much of a slut for it?’ Another nod from

Tsukishima, this time accompanied by a moan.

‘Okay, baby, you can have it.’ He removes his thumb to shove his pants and boxers down to his feet, before grabbing his dick and slowly rubbing it over tsukishima’s outstretched tongue, smearing spit along his cheeks. ‘Just pinch

My leg if you need me to stop.’ He waits for Tsukishima to say okay before he dips the tip of his cock into his mouth. Tsukishima closes his lips around it immediately, and kenma pulls out, grabbing the hair on the top of tsukishima’s hair to stop him from following after it.

Tsukishima’s whine at the loss of Kenma’s mouth turns into a sharp hiss when kenma pulls, tilting his face so their eyes meet.

‘Not yet. Be a good doll for me and just sit still with that pretty mouth open.’ Tsukishima’s eyes turn glassier, and kenma doesn’t miss the whimper

He let out before moving back to his original position, hands in his lap and mouth open. ‘Yeah, that’s it.’

He spends a few minutes slowly rubbing his cock along tsukishima’s tongue, stopping before he went too deep into his mouth. Tsukishima has started trembling in what kenma

Assumes is anticipation so he slaps his dick on his tongue a few more times before moving on.

‘Good boy. Now suck, you’ve earned it.’ Tsukishima moans before diving in, closing his lips around kenma and immediately beginning to bob his head. Kenma let’s Tsukishima get his fill,

Enjoying the mix of tsukishima’s sharp, skilled tongue and his desperation. He hisses when Tsukishima surges forward, nose pressed against Kenma’s skin, throat constricting beautifully around him. He holds the position for as long as he can before he pulls back, gasping for air.

He’s a mess of spit and tears, but kenma can’t resist using the hand he still had on top of his head to pull him back down to the base of his cock once he seemed to have caught his breath. Tsukishima’s hands finally leave their spot in his lap to wrap around the back of Kenma’s

Thighs, not holding him in place but more reassuring him that it was fine.

‘Fuck, you were made for this huh? Made for my cock in your throat?’ Kenma laughs when Tsukishima tries to eagerly nod yes without pulling off of kenma. ‘What a desperate slut. Does your team know you go

Brainless for my cock? They must if you kicked them out just for the chance of me fucking your pretty face.’ Kenma would worry he was going to far since they hadn’t really talked about limits before hand, but he was winging it and based on the moans Tsukishima was letting out and

The way he bobbed his head faster and faster, he thinks they might be a perfect match. Which is great because he thought he really could spend all day with his dick in some part of Tsukishima. He tilts tsukishima’s head up again, groaning at the pure adoration in tsukishima’s

Eyes, even as they leaked tears down his face. He brings his other hand to thumb away some of the tears in their tracks.

‘You like this baby? Is this just what you wanted after winning your big game?’ Tsukishima moans in response. Kenma looks down to see where Tsukishima is

Tenting his sweats, a wet patch already forming. He shifts his stance so he can slowly move his foot to press against tsukishima’s dick, giving him time to voice any discontent.

‘Are you going to come from this?’ He presses his foot down harder as tsukishima’s hips buck against

Him. He pulls out of tsukishima’s mouth to hear him gasp out a yes. ‘Do you wanna come like this? From rutting against my foot or from just me fucking your mouth?’ He pressed down even harder, cock twitching as Tsukishima sobs, taking a few deep breathes before answering.

‘You

In my throat, please kenma-san.’ Kenma groans, pulling his foot back and changing his stance again.

‘Yeah, baby. You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you exactly what you want. Remember pinch me if you need me to stop.’ He brushes his fingers against the mess on tsukishima’s face

One more time before he moves, feet apart for leverage, sliding his dick back into tsukishima’s wet waiting mouth. He drops to rest against his forearms on the lockers as he sets a brutal pace. Tsukishima’s hands tighten on the back of his thighs but he doesn’t stop him and soon

The locker room is full of the wet sounds of kenma fucking directly in and out of tsukishima’s throat.

‘So good so good, fuck I’m gunna cum. Cum right down your slutty throat like you deserve.’ Tsukishima moans and it sends kenma over the edge, vision blacking out momentarily

As he holds Tsukishima on his cock, shooting his cum directly down his throat. Once he comes to, he pulls back, wincing as Tsukishima immediately gasps for air. ‘Shit. Sorry.’

‘Don’t.’ Tsukishima’s voice is wrecked. ‘Don’t apologize, that was exactly what I needed.’

Kenma

Looks down to see that Tsukishima had came untouched while he was fucking his throat, and his own cock gave a twitch in interest. He knew that Tsukishima wouldn’t be able to let him fuck him tonight but god was he looking forward to it.

‘C’mon,’ he reached down to help

Tsukishima stand on wobbly legs. ‘Do you have another pair of pants?’

‘Mmm in my locker. Probably need another shower first though. You can go, I’m sure Kuroo’s looking for you by now.’

‘No.’ Tsukishima turns to look at kenma, surprised by the tone. ‘He can wait, I’m not

Going to just use you and leave. Let’s get cleaned up.’ He leaves no room for argument and pulls Tsukishima to the showers. They both strip down and jump in one. Once they’re both under the hot spray of the shower head, kenma reaches up to pull Tsukishima into a kiss. It’s weird

That five minutes ago he was just buried to the hilt in tsukishima’s mouth, but this somehow seems more intimate. Tsukishima moans though, softly and more like a gasp of breath, so kenma presses in, deepening the kiss. They make out for a few minutes before kenma grabs the

Wash cloth and starts to scrub both of them down. The conversation is limited, both of them content to just come down together in the quiet. As they’re getting dressed again, Tsukishima breaks the silence with a question.

‘Are you staying in Sendai for tomorrow’s game?’

‘I can’t,’ he frowns. ‘I have a sponsored stream the same time as the game that I can’t reschedule. I do plan on putting the game up on my other monitor though.’

‘You don’t have to.’ Tsukishima looks at kenma as he pulls up a clean pair of sweats. ‘Although today was a nice

Surprise.’

‘I know I don’t have to, I want to.’ Tsukishima laughs at that, throwing his head back.

‘God, I almost wish we lost so you could’ve fucked me.’

‘Maybe..’ Kenma trails off, trying to do the calculations in his head. ‘Maybe I could come back to sendai after my

Stream? The train would take longer though.’

‘It wouldn’t be worth it, I’m back at the museum early Monday morning. Maybe next weekend?’

They’re cut off by Kenma’s phone ringing, Kuroo’s name popping on the screen.

‘Duty calls, I see. Thanks again,’ Tsukishima grabs his bag

From the locker and heads out. Kenma answers his phone with a scowl.

‘What?’

‘Kyanmaaa where did you go?’

‘Bathroom weirdo. I’m walking up the stairs now.’

‘Hm okay. Did you happen to see tsukki? I wanted to embarrass him and also warn him that both Bo and hinata are

Planning on coming tomorrow but I can’t find him any—why is your hair wet?’ Kuroo cuts off mid-sentence when he finally sees kenma.

‘I fell.’

‘In the toilet?’

‘Just shut up and let’s go.’ Kenma hangs up on him as he gets close and grabs his coat.

‘Fine. Keep your

Secrets.’

Kuroo is quiet until they’re on the way back to Tokyo.

‘Soooo. Are you coming tomorrow?’

‘Can’t. Stream.’

‘Bummer. I thought tsukki might like to see you.’

‘And why would you think that?’ Kenma narrows his eyes at kuroo.

‘Kenma seriously, don’t be mad I just

Think the two of you could be nice together! Well, mean but nice! Seriously there was major chemistry when we all saw each other before the game, and you guys were talking at hinatas party right?’

Kenma wants to accuse Kuroo of leading him to that site just to find tsukishima’s

Stream, but he’s not confident that kuroo actually knows. Instead, he shuts down the conversation by turning up the radio. Thankfully Kuroo knows when to drop things and starts humming along to the songs playing, letting kenma pull out his phone unbothered. He pulls up the texts

With Tsukishima.

‘Weird question. Does kuro know about your stream?’ It surprisingly doesn’t take long for Tsukishima to reply.

‘Not that I’m aware? I don’t think he would rat me out but I try to avoid anyone from the jva finding out about it.’ ‘Why?’

‘Trying to decide if

He’s being fishy or dumb. Don’t worry about it.’

‘Okay. I’m headed to bed though so safe travels, goodnight.’

He shoots a goodnight text back and purposefully ignores Kuroo’s looks, tilting his phone so he can’t see the message thread.

The next morning, he starts his

Sponsored stream and hopes they don’t notice how distracted he is. He’s doing a good job playing the game and keeping the chat entertained, showing off the cool features, but he knows he’s focusing too much on the volleyball game. It’s a close match, and his chat must start to

Pick up what he’s doing on the side, knowing he used to play volleyball and is still invested in some of the games, because they start having side conversations about the match. An overwhelming majority seem to be favoring the other team. To be fair, the frogs were the underdogs

Of this season. The team had been getting stronger and stronger over the last few years, but a switch out of starters to favor the blonde three(Tsukishima and his animal like friends), they were really on a roll this season. He lets the chatter slide until someone says something

Along the lines of ‘the frogs don’t even deserve this, there’s not a single good player on the team. Refs must be getting a little extra on the side from them’ when kenma decides to make his opinion known.

‘The frogs are better than any other division two team, even better than

Half of the division one teams. If you think their players aren’t good, you clearly have no clue what good volleyball is. There’s a reason bokuto and shoyo and kageyama all still list Tsukishima as their scariest blocker to go against. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, not

Many people know my friends, but Tsukishima is one of them and I will not tolerate someone running their mouth about him in my chat.’

Did he take it a bit far? Maybe so. He couldn’t stop himself though. He’d have to apologize to Tsukishima later for the influx of his fans to

Tsukishima’s socials. The rest of the stream goes okay, and kenma plans to cut it before the end of the match but his chat begs him to live react with them, so he does. The game is close, but the frogs pull it off in the end and win. His chat is celebrating with him and he grabs

His phone to shoot off a ‘congrats, well deserved.’ He looks back at the stream of the game to see his idiot friends Kuroo and bokuto and shoyo all screaming and trying to tackle Tsukishima who manages to avoid the first two, but is taken down by the much denser shoyo. He chats

With his chat for a few more minutes before signing off.

In what feels like the blink of an eye, it’s Saturday again but this time Tsukishima is on a train to visit kenma. They hadn’t had much time to chat over the last week but after missing tsukishima’s live stream on

Wednesday, he made sure to reach out to make solid plans for this weekend. Tsukishima would arrive in Tokyo midday Saturday, and leave early afternoon Sunday. They didn’t have much on their schedule but kenma was content to spend as much time as possible in the bedroom.

Tsukishima seemed to share those sentiments. Kenma was lazing on the couch when his doorbell rang, signaling tsukishima’s arrival.

‘Hey.’ Tsukishima greeted him, moving to drop his headphones around his neck. He was wearing the hoodie kenma had sent him, and it sent a flash of

Heat to Kenma’s stomach. He moved to the side so Tsukishima could enter and slide off his shoes. ‘So do I get a tour or do you want me to jump right in the shower before we get to business? The train was kinda crowded.’

‘Tour later. Shower and bedroom first.’ Kenma lead the way

To the bathroom attached to his bedroom, showing Tsukishima where to find the towels before sitting back against his headboard to wait. Not much longer Tsukishima came out of the bathroom, apparently just as eager as kenma. He was still in the hoodie, but hadn’t put his pants

Back on, just his boxers.

‘Your bed is fucking huge,’ he says crawling on it to settle next to kenma.

‘I spent my childhood with kuro trying to squeeze into my twin bed, this was the first big purchase i made.’

‘Well it’s nice, probably the nicest bed I’ve been in.’

‘That’s

Good, I plan on spending most of our time here.’ Kenma admits. It gets a laugh out of Tsukishima and kenma moves to straddle him, instantly leaning down to connect their lips. Tsukishima’s huff of surprise turns into a moan as kenma immediately deepens the kiss, licking into

Tsukishima’s mouth. He feels Tsukishima starting to harden in his boxers and grinds down, swallowing tsukishima’s moan with his mouth. He breaks the kiss, listening to the whimpers he’s drawing out of Tsukishima from grinding their lengths together. He switches his attention to

Tsukishima’s throat, licking and sucking his way down the side of it.

‘I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days,’ Kenma groans before biting down on the spot he was just sucking a red mark into. Tsukishima keens, a breathy ‘please’ escaping from his mouth. ‘The

First stream I saw you bouncing on a dildo I knew I needed to bend you over, fuck you full of my cum.’

‘Please kenma-san, wanted you to fuck me for years. Please I need it.’

‘Years?’ He pauses in the middle of lifting the hoodie off of Tsukishima to question him. Surprisingly

This is the question that causes Tsukishima to blush, ears and cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. He nods.

‘Oh.’ Kenma replies, partially dumbfounded. He didn’t realize that Tsukishima had been thinking about this for so long. ‘Cute.’

‘Shut up,’ Tsukishima huffs, shoving

Kenma’s hands away and lifting the hoodie over his head. He pulls at the hem of Kenma’s shirt until he gets it over his head as well. They go back to kissing, hands exploring the newly exposed skin. They shift until they’re laying face to face on their sides, legs slotted

Together. Tsukishima’s noises are getting more and more desperate, his hips starting to rock against Kenma’s by their own accord. Kenma’s hands had been thumbing tsukishima’s nipples but he slides them around to his back, and down to dip below the waistband of his boxers.

Tsukishima breaks the kiss to gasp, and kenma presses further down, moving to brush his finger against tsukishima’s hole. He’s met with something solid though, and desire curls through him. Holy shit, he’s perfect.

‘Fuck, baby, is that a plug?’ He groans, grabbing handfuls

Of tsukishima’s ass.

‘’Yeah,’ Tsukishima chokes out. ‘I put it in before I got on the train, wanted to be ready for you.’ Kenma pulls his hands back and shoves Tsukishima away. He ignores the discontent whine that slips out of tsukishima’s mouth, too focused on getting his dick

Inside him in the next five minutes before he died.

‘Boxers off, bend over. Show me how you prepped yourself for me.’ Tsukishima scrambles to action and in the time it takes kenma to rip off his own sweats, tsukishima’s arranged himself face down, ass up on the bed. Kenma hums

In appreciation, hands going back to their place on tsukishima’s cheeks. He thumbs at the base of the plug, wondering how he got so lucky. ‘Tell me, what were you thinking of when you fucked yourself open for me?’

‘You,’ Tsukishima gasps out. ‘Wanted you to fuck me like you

Fucked my face. Didn’t wanna wait.’ Kenma can see tsukishima’s cock dripping pre cum on the sheets.

‘Impatient.’ He grabs the base of the plug and twists, tsukishima’s moans music to his ears. ‘Greedy.’ He delivers a harsh slap to tsukishima’s ass, immediately digging his

Fingers into the flesh of his cheeks to pull Tsukishima back until the base of the plug grinds against Kenma’s own leaking cock. ‘Did it get you off, being surrounded by people on the train who didn’t know what a filthy slut you were, already prepped and waiting for me?’

Tsukishima’s breath hitches, unable to do anything besides nod. Kenma laughs before taking pity on Tsukishima. He takes the plug out slowly, shushing him as he whines at the loss.

‘Shh, it’s okay baby. I like how desperate you are for me. Just let me see what you did for me

Yeah?’ He dips two of his fingers inside Tsukishima, immediately massaging his walls. Tsukishima sobs below him, Kenma’s only able to make out a please. ‘One more finger, okay baby? One more finger and then you can have my cock.’ He grabs the lube and drizzles extra on, before

Slipping a third finger in besides the first two. Tsukishima starts rocking his hips back, fucking himself on Kenma’s fingers. He lets him do this for a minute or two before he pulls them out completely, heat coursing through him as Tsukishima sobs at the loss.

‘God you’re so

Fucking greedy, can’t even give me two seconds to move.’ He rubs his dick over tsukishima’s hole, pressing the tip in before pulling back.

‘Please, please, kenma-san please. Need your cock please.’

‘Yeah Shh baby, you’ve got it.’ He finally starts to push in. ‘So fucking

Tight and perfect for me.’ He bottoms out and takes a second to adjust, not wanting to cum too quick. Tsukishima seems to have other plans because he immediately starts trying to rock back to fuck himself. Kenma moves one of his hands off tsukishima’s hip to wrench the back of

His hair, pulling his head up. ‘Did I say you could move? You’ll take what I give you or I’ll jerk off on your face and leave you to take care of yourself.’

Tsukishima whines at that, stilling and twisting his hands into the sheets.

‘Good boy. Just give me a second and I’ll

Fuck you like you deserve okay?‘

Tsukishima manages a yes, and does his best to stay still. Once again kenma is floored by the thrill of reducing this man who could probably toss kenma around like nothing to a sobbing mess below him. He starts to thrust into him, slowly. He

Can feel himself getting closer and closer, unsure of how long he’s going to be able to hold out when Tsukishima is so wet and pliant below him. He banks on being able to get Tsukishima there faster with dirty talk, seeing how Tsukishima reacted to his comments earlier and the

time before.

‘That’s it, take it like a good little slut. Who’s slut are you?’

‘Yours,’ Tsukishima groans out.

‘My what? Say it.’

‘Your slut, I’m your little slut.’

‘Yeah you are,’ Kenma chuckles, speeding up his pace. ‘My perfect little slut. You want me to cum in you?

Fill you up?’

‘Please, kenma-san please.’

‘Shh you don’t have to beg. It’s yours baby, take it.’ Kenma feels the tightening in his gut and knows he’s got seconds before he spills himself inside Tsukishima, and reaches his hand from tsukishima’s hip to his cock. The touch to

His previously ignored dick gets a low moan from Tsukishima, and it only takes two strokes of Kenma’s hand before he’s cumming. He clenches around kenma who can’t hold back anymore, burying himself as deep as he can as he shoots stream after stream inside Tsukishima. He fucks

Them both through their climaxes, getting a few weak thrusts as he softens, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into Tsukishima. They collapse, sticky and out of breath. Kenma pulls out and Tsukishima winces. He flops on his back, pulling on Tsukishima until the larger man is

Curled up against his side, his face resting on Kenma’s chest. They drift in silence for a few minutes before Tsukishima giggles to himself.

‘Hmm?’

‘I feel like I’m about to take 100 showers this weekend.’

‘Gimme five and we can take a bath.’

‘Is your bathtub built for

People over 6 feet?’

Kenma nods, shushing tsukishima’s questions. ‘Five minutes, promise.’ Neither one of them knows how long they actually laid there, half asleep in each others arms before they finally moved to the bathroom to clean up. As they’re drying off, kenma orders

Some take out for dinner and they move to his living room to watch movies while they wait for the food to show up. Tsukishima sits at one end and kenma plops down directly in his lap, curling around him as he laughs quietly. The food shows up halfway through the movie and

Tsukishima demands they rewind to rewatch the five minutes kenma missed while he grabbed the food and drinks. Bellies full, second movie started, and kenma is curled up with Tsukishima in a blanket burrito on the couch. He realizes the warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest isn’t

Just from a good night, but it’s the same feeling he gets whenever he’s texting Tsukishima, even if it’s about nothing important. He jolts upright, disturbing the blankets and Tsukishima looks at him in concern.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Tsukishima. Maybe I should wait until tomorrow

To say this, and I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable but I like you.’

‘Well I would hope so, it would be pretty awkward if you hated me.’

‘No. Romantically.’

‘Oh.’ Tsukishima’s face flushes at that, and kenma is completely enamored.

‘If you don’t feel the same, it’s

Okay.’

‘Kenma-san, I thought I made myself obvious when I told you I had been interested in you for years.’

‘Oh.’

‘Yeah, oh.’

‘That’s good. Okay. Oh and drop the san already.’

‘Fine, but you have to call me Kei then.’ Tsukis-no, Kei, states blushing again.

‘I can do

that, Kei.’ He fixes the blankets and lays back down on Kei’s chest.

‘So, what does that make us?’ Kei asks.

‘That is a conversation for when I’m not about to fall asleep on your chest.’

‘Tomorrow then.’

‘It’s a date,’ Kenma confirms, drifting away.

~~~ bonus ~~~

Kuroo

Had been texting kenma all day yesterday, and he was getting sick of being ignored by his best friend. His boyfriend was once again out of town(the joys of dating a pro-volleyball player) and he was expecting kenma to kill his boredom. He whistled as he let himself in Kenma’s

House, toeing his shoes off at the door before peeking into the living room. No sign of kenma. He frowned, he knows there aren’t any new games coming out soon that would’ve caused kenma to mess up his sleep schedule, where was he? He turns on the coffee pot, and heads to Kenma’s

Room.

‘Kitty cat? I’m bored, entertain me!’ He shouts as he approaches Kenma’s door and throws it open. He blanks mid walk when he takes in the two(two??) figures on Kenma’s bed.

‘Tsukki???’

The man in question groans, burying further into the covers.

‘Please, it’s too

Early to deal with you, Kuroo. Kenma, why does he have a key.’

‘Oh my god, I knew there was a reason your hair was wet at the frogs game!! What the hell!!’

End.