Kei knew that when they chose a tropical island for their honeymoon, that it would be hot but he hadn’t expected this. 90 degrees and humid was fine when they could take a reprieve in their room where the air conditioning cut it
Down to a more tolerable temperature but on their second to last day, the air conditioning unit had broken, and there were no other available rooms. Tetsurou had been understanding, joking with the repair man who was looking at it, and assuring the lady at the counter that they
Would make it work for their last night.
He should have recognized the glint in his husbands eyes when he said that.
The sun was slowly starting its descent, casting its rays across the ocean and illuminating their room, but Kei’s view was on the man of the hour.
It would
Not be an exaggeration to say that the two of them had been fucking more than anything else. It was their honeymoon, sue them for not being able to keep their hands to themselves. When Tetsurou had first made a suggestive comment, a hand placed high up on his thigh while they sat
On their balcony, Kei had frowned. He was sore from their morning romp in the shower and it was borderline too hot to function. And they had a long day of traveling ahead of them tomorrow. He expressed his concerns, and Tetsurou had only smirked. Once again, Kei should have known
To not underestimate his husband. (He was going to abuse the fuck out of Tetsurou’s new title, teasing be damned. He was a fool in love.)
Tetsurou had lured him to bed with the promise of doing all of the work, pushing until Kei was laying on his back and straddling him.
How could he look at anything else with Tetsurou looking like this? His already tanned skin was bronzed by the sun, and it was glistening with sweat as he rose and fell, impaling himself on Kei. His head was thrown back, mouth open in ecstasy.
The sun coming through their
Window was reflecting off of the sweat beads and Kei’s mouth felt dry as his eyes followed the path of one, rolling down from his hair, dipping into the crevice of his collarbone, before rolling across Tetsurou’s broad chest.
It should have been gross, how sweaty the two of
Them were, but Kei was transfixed. He moaned, shifting a bit to cant his hips, trying to get deeper inside of his husband, but Tetsurou stopped him with a firm hand to his chest.
‘No. Let me do it for you, baby.’
How could Kei deny him? He nodded, head hitting the pillow as
He laid there, letting Tetsurou ride him to his hearts content.
The air in the room was thick with humidity, with the sticky sweet musk of their coupling. Tetsurou’s eyes opened, and he grins when they make eye contact with Kei.
‘Hi.’
‘Hi, you dweeb,’ Kei huffs out an
Amused laugh, smiling into the kiss Tetsurou leans in for. Despite the heated atmosphere, they both revert to the default giddy giggling as they kiss, Tetsurou’s hips stilling as he presses kisses along Kei’s face. He breaks away from Kei’s skin to laugh, fond, as he brings a
Hand to tenderly push Kei’s sweaty hair off of his forehead. Kei’s hand automatically finds its way to Tetsurou’s forearm, then his wrist, then his hand, tangling their fingers and pulling Tetsurou’s hand to his mouth, kissing the brand new ring adorning his fingers.
‘Fuck,
I love you baby,’ Tetsurou curses.
Kei contemplates hitting Tetsurou with his usual comeback of ‘I tolerate you’ or ‘yeah you’re alright I guess,’ but he can’t find it in him to lie. ‘I’m so in love with you, Tetsurou. Every day.’
Tetsurou laughs again, voice breaking a bit
As he replies. ‘Yeah. Every day, more and more.’ Another kiss, still modest for their current state, but filled with all of the love they have for each other before Tetsurou starts to move again. ‘I’m going to get both of us off, then we can take a cold shower before bed.’
Kei groans. ‘Best idea you’ve had all day.’
Tetsurou admonishes him, flicking him on the chest before rising back up on his knees until just the tip of Kei’s cock is inside of him, and then dropping down with a roll of his hips.
Once again Kei’s eyes are drawn to his husband,
Watching as he takes his pleasure for himself. Tetsurou takes and takes, and Kei gives him all he asks for. When he begins to stutter, so close to falling over the edge and starts to whine, Kei ignores his earlier demand, and rocks up into him. Tetsurou gasps, allowing Kei’s
Discretion.
‘Oh, Kei. Please,’ his husband pleads and who is he to deny? The sun is at its lowest point before disappearing, glinting off of the ring as Tetsurou reaches up to grasp his own chest, glints off of his earring as he throws his head back again, moaning freely as
His release hits him. It’s too much for Kei, his resolve snapping with Tetsurou and as he fucks up into him, filling him with his own release, he comes with a broken babble of declarations of love.
Later, after a very cold shower, the broken air conditioner kicks back on, in
Full gear as if nothing had happened. Kei narrows his eyes at Tetsurou, sitting on the other side of the balcony watching the stars. ‘I’m half convinced you planned that somehow,’ he accused.
Tetsurou cackles, and Kei hides his smile behind his drink.
End.
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The phone rings five times before it’s answered at the last second.
‘Hello?’ His voice only sounds a little familiar. Usually, the context he’s hearing it in involves more growling, more raspiness. His day to day voice only hints at the
Kuroo is nervous. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous, not really. On the surface, it’s because he’s meeting his girlfriend’s youngest son today. Deep down, his brain doesn’t accept that as an answer.
He’s already met her oldest son, and they got along
Perfectly fine. He’s a people person, he knows how to deal with all types of personalities, without batting an eye. Almost thirty years of working with the JVA and their eccentric players have honed his people skills.
So why was he nervous?
He gets to Ayako’s house and is immediately put to work. Dinner is almost ready except for the finishing touches, so he’s setting the table while Akiteru, her oldest, is starting to bring out some of the dishes. Kuroo looks at them, eyebrows raised.
When Tsukishima had seen his former teacher on the app he had downloaded, he had originally swiped as a joke. There was no way the Kuroo Tetsurou, heartthrob of Karasuno, would swipe back. It was vindicating to confirm he was gay though.
He had less than a month to lose his virginity before he turned nineteen and he was determined to make it happen. He had only had the app for a few hours when DMs started rolling in, but his eyes caught on this one. Everyone else could wait.
‘Nope, I’m serious,’ he replies.
His bio was short and to the point. ‘Almost 19. Virgin. Not looking for a relationship, just someone to fuck me.’
‘Tsukishima. Do you know what kind of people you’re going to attract with that bio?’
Correction: he hates his neighbor’s boyfriend who moved in three months ago, six months after Kuroo missed his one and only shot to ask out his original neighbor.
The neighbor, Kuroo’s long lost soulmate, the one who got away, was Tsukishima Kei, and Kuroo has had a crush on him since the day he moved in. He had offered to help carry boxes, joking that Tsukishima’s arms looked like they needed a break, and Tsukishima had glared at him in
such a bone chilling way, Kuroo was clearly hooked.
He had warmed up to him slightly when Kuroo had caught Tsukishima’s cat, Strawberry, after a daring and unfortunate escape from Tsukishima’s balcony to Kuroo’s.
They had coffee dates, they went grocery shopping together,
#BoKuroTsuki royalty omegaverse au where kingdoms are ruled by alphas and alphas alone. Two alphas marry and they’ll both have harems, omegas who live to serve them and birth their heirs.
When Tsukishima presents as an omega, and his dad essentially donates him to the crown, he
Takes small solace in the fact that he avoided a worse fate. The kids in the estate had all told horror stories of whore houses that omegas were sold to, kidnapped and trapped in. He had seen their faces when he presented, a mix of pity and fear and mocking disgust.
Sure, his
Future was squashed to be nothing but a broodmare for the royal bloodline, but it could be worse. He had hear good things of their kings. Bokuto Koutarou and his husband, Kuroo Tetsurou. Even if they were cruel, no one but them could touch him. Stealing the kings’ property was a
This but make it #krtsk where Kuroo is the blue and tsukki is the gray. And kuroo tries again, a year later, but at the exact time and tsukki texts him a place and a time for their first date.
Kenma shook his head as Kuroo paced back and forth in the room. ‘Panicking isn’t going to make the time pass any faster.’
‘Shh shush I didn’t ask for your judgement. He said try again in a year, I’m not missing my chance.’
‘Sane
People would’ve taken that to mean no.’
‘Kyanmaaa you don’t understand,’ Kuroo whined flopping down on the mattress next to Kenma. ‘He’s my soulmate he just doesn’t know it yet.’ Kuroo goes on a tangent, waxing poetic about the tall blonde he had been obsessing over for the