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Okay! This but #krtsk #kurotsuki with like an /actual/ age gap nsfw

Kuroo is closer to 45 than 40, and a pretty well established JVA employee. He runs most of the sponsor events, is always setting up special exhibitions. Some would say he’s married to his job. Those people

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Would be all of his ex-partners. When he was younger, a fresh faced 20 year old just dipping his toes into the corporate world and the dating pool of professional alphas, he had played the game. Never commit long, capitalize on your youth. He might be an omega but he wasn’t going

To give up his career for kids, not when he wasn’t sure he ever wanted them anyways(thanks mom and dad for the trauma from their divorce!).

And man was he hot shit in the day. He had more than one alpha suitor, but he never really found anyone who made him want to compromise,

Or was willing to compromise for him. That was fine. He would move to the next no problem.

As he inched over the goalpost that was 30, and his friends started to settle down, and he would see baby announcements and engagements on social media, he still stuck to his guns about

His bachelor lifestyle. 30 turns 35, turns almost 40, and suddenly the dating pool is smaller. Oh well, he’s still here for a good time, right?

Well wrong. He was, until he found out that he was the other omega, so to speak. A casual friends with benefits who was going home to

A family. Then, he was a bit spoiled on the hook up scene, and after much convincing from his friends, switched to actual dating. He would be set up with a friend of a friend, a friend of a friends partner, and it would start off nice, until he had to leave the country for a

Promotion, or stay late in the office. More than once he was told that they were looking for an omega who would value them and their future over their job. And why should he have to give up his job for them? Why should he sit at home waiting for them to work their long hours?

He loved what he did, and if he ended up married to the JVA, well so be it.

In the blink of an eye, Kuroo finds himself 43(44 is in a few months cough cough) and single, but happy. He has his work, his friends, his family, his cat. He’s content.

Plus, being an omega in his

Position opens doors for him that wouldn’t be possible if he was mated. The amount of young alphas in the v-league who come to him knowing they have someone who can dole out advice and not worry about posturing. He feels like something of an advisor, a big brother type figure to

These younger alphas. They’d grab coffee or lunch and he could offer a viewpoint they didn’t consider and also snag their commitment for the next promotion. (His friends would walk behind him, shaking their head that he didn’t realize these alphas were asking him on dates. They

Were all dates.)

Things seem to be following the same pattern with a new v-leaguer. Tsukishima Kei, was in division two with the frogs while he finished school, and then was transferred to the division one black jackals. He was young, early 20s, a middle blocker with the

Nastiest stickiest blocks kuroo had seen in a while. He was sarcastic, snarky, a blonde haired menace with legs for days and slowly broadening shoulders. He was the type of alpha that kuroo would’ve went for, back in his prime. Back when he could compete. For now, he was happy to

Mentor the blocker.

Tsukki(‘huff all you want, I’m calling you it.’) had invited him to a late dinner this Friday, and kuroo was looking for someone to be the face of their new campaign so he agreed, ulterior motives hidden. The place tsukki suggested was fancier than kuroo

Expected, and he was glad he wore his nice suit to work today. Still, where the talent wants to go, they go, so he sat down, trying to hold his blush as tsukki pulled out his chair for him.

‘Such a gentleman,’ he teased.

‘Sometimes.’ Tsukki replied, looking over the menu

Briefly.

‘Don’t order anything too carb heavy, your coach will kill me.’ Kuroo browsed the menu himself, looking for their salted mackerel and trying to decide if he should order outside of the box or stick to the classics.

‘What if I have plans of working it off?’

‘Before bed? What do you run or something? I didn’t take you as someone who put in that much time outside of practice.’

‘Or something.’ Kuroo had to look away, feeling his skin getting warmer from the alphas attention. He cleared his throat, changing the subject. Tsukki went

With the flow, and over dinner they mainly talked about tsukki’s eventual dream job, his degree, and Kuroo did manage to sprinkle in bits about the promotion without letting tsukki know he was going to bombard him with offers within a week. When the waiter brought the dessert

Menu, kuroo looked over it briefly.

‘Man, I shouldn’t get something. I’m too old for all of these sweets, they’ll go right to my thighs. Tsukki, are you getting something?’ He glances up.

‘That depends, what are your plans after this?’

‘Why?’ Kuroo raised a brow. ‘You want

To go somewhere else for dessert or something?’

‘You’re really dense aren’t you?’ Tsukki sighed, ignoring Kuroo’s confused yelp of indignation. ‘I’m trying to take you home.’

‘Like walk me home? I don’t live close to here, I’ll have to take the train a few stops down. I don’t

Need you to go out of your way.’ Another sigh from the alpha.

‘No, Kuroo. To my home.’

‘Oh it’s not so bad I can’t make it back tonight, it’s just a few stops.’ He protests. Tsukki closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

‘No.’ He stands, coming to lean one hand on the

Table directly in front of Kuroo while the other rests on the back of Kuroo’s chair. ‘I mean, I want to fuck you. If you’re interested, that is.’

Kuroo can feel his face turning red, and his pulse picking up. He can also feel the pooling of heat in his stomach at Tsukki’s

Proximity, at the offer.

‘Me?’

‘I don’t mean the waiter.’ It was tsukki’s turn to raise his brows.

‘I, we, you don’t have to,’ Kuroo protests weakly.

‘I know. I want to though. Do you want me to?’ Tsukki moves back, giving Kuroo room to think. ‘I’m going to throw my cards

On the table,’ he says sitting down. ‘I’m pretty desperate, I’d be willing to take just a hook up if that’s all you want from me, but I wouldn’t be opposed to more.’

‘More?’ Kuroo questions.

‘The whole thing. Let me court you. Take you on dates, introduce you to my friends.

Whatever you’ll give me.’ The look on his face is so earnest, so serious that Kuroo knows he isn’t lying.

Which is how he ends up in Tsukki’s flat, suit jacket long abandoned in the living room as they clumsily make their way down his hallway. Kuroo had kissed him in the

Elevator on the way up, and tsukki had him pressed against the wall within seconds. Kuroo had to wrap his legs around tsukki’s waist so the younger man would leave the elevator, slowly making their way to his door, not disconnecting their lips for a second.

(Smut incoming)

Kuroo knows he’s out of practice, but tsukki is putting him through the ringer. He’s keeping Kuroo on the edge of his seat, alternating between short pecks, trailing them up and down his neck, and slipping his tongue into Kuroo’s mouth, moaning as he licks his way behind his

Teeth. Kuroo’s attempts to rip tsukki’s shirt off aren’t going well, but when they finally make it to his room, he tosses Kuroo down with a quiet oof, and then pulls his own shirt off. Kuroo groans at the muscles rippling. Despite his lankiness, tsukki’s all sinewy beauty,

Refined strength. Kuroo can feel himself start to leak at the sight. He hesitates before undoing his own shirt. He had muscles back in the day, but the lack of hookups and time had softened him. He wasn’t sure how well tsukki could see the few added pounds under the clothes.

Tsukki noted his hesitation, kneeling on the bed in front of him.

‘Hey, how far do you wanna take this?’

‘As far as you want,’ Kuroo admits. ‘I just feel like I should remind you that I’m uh, a bit older.’

‘Stop acting like your 80,’ tsukki scoffs. He scoots closer to Kuroo

And starts to unbutton his shirt, giving him time to slow down. He pulls him in for another kiss, sliding his tongue against Kuroo’s until he’s whining, arching his back to let tsukki pull his shirt away. He throws it to the side, pressing Kuroo down until he’s flat on his back

With tsukki hovering over him. Kuroo drags his hands over the hard planes of tsukki’s body, wrapping one leg behind his waist to pull him closer. Their lengths press together, causing both of them to break away from the kiss to gasp. Tsukki rolls his hips down, moaning at the

Friction. Kuroo pops the button on tsukki’s pants, tugging both them and his underwear off in one go. He shoves at Kei until their positions are switched. Kuroo’s mouth is watering at the sight of the young alphas cock, flushed red at the tip, a perfect size for fucking him

Within an inch of his life. He drops his head, licking from the base to the tip before swallowing him down. Tsukkis moans are music to him, and he feels himself getting wetter as he goes. Tsukki must be able to smell his arousal, because he demands that kuroo spin around. He

Takes off his own pants and underwear, shifting until his leaking hole is within tsukki’s reach.

‘Can I est you out?’ Tsukki groans, sliding a finger through the slick Kuroo knows is making a mess. He responds with a groan of his own, nodding as best as he can. Tsukki slaps his

Ass, telling him to shift until he’s hovering over his face. The first touch of tsukki’s tongue to his hole is bliss, and kuroo abandons his job of sucking tsukki off to bask in the act. Tsukki is just as good at this as he was at kissing, and it doesn’t take long for Kuroo to be

Rocking his hips backwards, sobbing as he’s cumming around tsukki’s tongue. He pulls away, shaky, and kisses tsukki hard enough their teeth clack together. Tsukki tastes of him, and kuroo can’t stop the whine.

‘How do you want it?’ Tsukki asks, slowly palming himself as he

Waits for an answer.

‘Your choice. I just need you inside me.’ Tsukki groans again but then he goes to get off of the bed. Kuroo stops him, frowning.

‘Where are you going?’

‘To get a condom from my pants?’

Kuroo knows he shouldn’t, but he’s so desperate for tsukki to fill

Him up, he argues. ‘Im clean. And on the pill. If you don’t wanna…’ he trails off.

‘Are you sure?’

Kuroo nods, biting his lip. Tsukki thinks for a second and then nods as well, immediately back to crowding Kuroo. He grabs Kuroo’s legs under the knees, pulling. He shifts a

Yelping Kuroo further down the bed, pulling his hips flush with his own.

‘Want you like this then. Wanna see your face when I put my cock in you for the first time.’ Kuroo moans, head thrown back as tsukki rubs the tip against him, catching slightly on his rim. ‘Want to see

You cum on my cock,’ he gasps out, sliding in slowly.

‘Fuck, tsukki, holy shit.’ Kuroo’s in heaven, being split open by tsukki.

‘Yeah, you like that idea baby? You wanna cum around me?’ Kuroo nods, eyes half kissed as he watches tsukki watch where they’re joined. ‘I’ll fuck

You so good.’ Finally, he bottoms out and kuroo is panting at the stretch.

‘Please,’ is all he manages to get out before tsukki attaches their lips again, snapping his hips in. Kuroo’s body feels like a live wire of pleasure as tsukki does just that, fucking him just right.

Each snap and roll of his hips brushes his cock against all of the sensitive spots of Kuroo’s, and he can feel his eyes getting teary from the pleasure. Involuntarily, his legs wrap tighter around tsukki, locking him in place. Tsukki moans, but it breaks off in a laugh.

‘You

Wanna keep me close, huh baby?’

‘Yes,’ Kuroo groans. ‘Want your knot, fuck, tsukki, please.’

‘You sure?’ Tsukki asks.

‘Yes, please alpha, fuck, knot me.’

‘You’re so good,’ Tsukki groans, angling Kuroo even deeper, letting him fuck every last inch of himself inside of him.

‘Wanna be my pretty little omega?’

‘Yes,’ Kuroo cries.

‘My pretty baby want my knot?’

‘Please, please,’ Kuroo chants, feeling his body clench down as tsukki’s knot begins to slide inside of him.

‘You want me to breed you, huh?’ Tsukki tests the waters, but when he feels

Kuroo clenching even more, moaning at his words he laughs. ‘Yeah, that’s right. No condom, begging for my knot? You want me to fuck you full of my pups? Want me to knot you til it takes?’

Kuroo’s unable to hold back, tsukki’s fucking him so deep, combined with the dirty talk

And the pressure from the knot, he’s thrown over the edge, sobbing as he climaxes.

Tsukki follows not long after, holding true and pumping him full of his cum. When they both start to come down from the high, Kuroo tries to shift but tsukki shakes his head, holding him in

Place. ‘Shh, baby, another minute like this. You want it to take right?’

Kuroo nods, eyes wide, shaking as another smaller wave rolls through him.

It takes another ten minutes before tsukki will let them reposition, and another thirty before his knot is fully down. He spends

The time rocking into Kuroo, until Kuroo’s whining and clawing his way through another orgasm. By the time his knot deflates, Kuroo feels more sated than he’s ever been. Tsukkis cum is dripping out of him, and he’s covered in his own release as well. He groans, and tsukki offers

To draw him a bath. They clean off, and kuroo demands to spend the night. Tsukki agrees, wholeheartedly.

‘I told you, I’m all in,’ Tsukki yawns, curling in to Kuroo’s side.

‘You’re young and dramatic, you’ll change your mind.’ Kuroo argues, also yawning.

‘Not likely,’ he

Gets out and then they both fall asleep. (When they wake up, Kuroo demands a round two, with Kuroo calling the shots this time. Tsukki obliges happily.)