~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Birthday Boy~

BoKuroo fluffy smut

CW // birthday handjob, very cute shenanigans

REQUESTED BY - N/A
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Tetsurou Kuroo

He looks so pretty, just sleeping there. So lost to the world, surely enjoying a dream befitting of a man with such an imagination as he does. The selfish side of me wants the small smile on his face to be because he's dreaming about me, but my rational mind thinks that seems like a slightly unlikely prospect. After all, we can't choose what we dream about.

If I could choose what I dreamt about, I think almost all of my dreams would be about Kou. I say almost because I am not foolish enough to discount the more...sexually motivated dreams that crop up from time to time, and those are ironically the least controllable.

Still...it'd be nice to know the mystery behind that soft smile. That calm, peaceful smile that nobody would believe came from such a raucous man. Man has never been a more applicable describing word for Kou. After all, it's his 18th birthday. And I was lucky enough to be the first face he saw on it.

It probably wouldn't have surprised our parents if you'd told them on the day we first met that we'd eventually end up dating. We were...6? Maybe 7? Either way, my dad had needed to visit a colleague to sort out some work bullshit, and mom was out of town, so I tagged along. Having been nervously ushered up the stairs, seeing the similarly confused silver haired boy playing video games with a half eaten plate of toast next to him almost immediately set me at ease.

We were inseparable from that day onwards. We slept at one another's house more often than not, cuddled together in a single bed, innocent limbs tangling. Shared showers were common, though that was more so because of financial pressures that schooled us not to waste water. We threw our dignity aside when it came to one another, at least until we started hitting puberty.

It was a shaky day when I popped a trademark involuntary teenage boner in the shower with him when we were 12, but the last straw on our childhood sleepovers came when we were cuddled in my bed, nothing out of the ordinary, at least until his cock was poking me so much while he slept that I had to sleep on the floor. It didn't mean anything to either of us back then - "we're both dudes, these things happen!"

Yeah.

But usually, you don't use your childhood bestie as wank material for 5 years until he finally admits that he's done the same about you for just as long.

That was an awkward day. Not just because of that conversation, but because it was a week after my 18th birthday. And Kou was 3 months younger. A minor. So as much as he kissed me and touched me through my clothes, I couldn't reciprocate. As much as I wanted to tear his clothes off and lose myself in his affection, I couldn't. And it was tough, y'know, abiding the law, but I did it.

So today is as much my birthday as his.

I leaned over in the bed, resting my head on his well-defined chest, all those years of volleyball finally paying off. He already had a scholarship awaiting him, and only had a couple more exams before he was there.

He started to stir a little bit, his eyes fluttering as he adjusted to the steady stream of sunlight shining in through my window, squinting in displeasure at the realisation that he was waking up. It was cute, the way he desperately clung to sleep, fighting a battle that he was guaranteed to lose. I tried not to annoy him as i nuzzled closer into his pec, appreciating that he still elected to sleep shirtless.

His eyes locked onto mine as I watched him come to his senses, his smile somehow softening even more as he looked at me. I couldn't help the grin that washed over my tired face, an involuntary reaction sparked from just looking at him. Much like those shower boners...