Story's on archive so you can read here (smut)

Kurro bokuto akaachi kenma and tskushima

You forgot."

Kuroo tries not to look too sheepish. He does feel vaguely guilty because he is positive Kenma had reminded him a few days ago, but it's just that Kuroo had been so busy. And now it's Halloween and Kuroo doesn't have a costume while Kenma stands in front of him looking like a walking wet dream with his Tokyo Ghoul inspired outfit. He's wearing both make up and leather.

"Can't we just stay in?" Kuroo purrs, trying for seductive as he caresses up Kenma's arm, fingers prodding one of the patches of skin that peek through from the distressed shirt. "I'll make it up to you."

Kenma gives him a flat and unimpressed look. Kuroo shrinks back like a chided puppy. "I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to forgot!"

That gets Kenma to soften up, just a tad. He sighs, running a hand through his two toned hair, slicked back. "I figured this might happen. Go upstairs and get changed."

Kenma thought of a back up plan? Well, of course he did. Kuroo's boyfriend is beyond smart. But what Kuroo also knows is that his boyfriend doesn't just do things like this out of the kindness of his heart.

Kuroo blinks once. Then twice. "Into what?"

The smirk Kenma gives him – extra erotic with his black lipstick – makes Kuroo realize that he is staring down a man out for revenge and is more than turned on.

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"Ken! Tet – whoa – wow - "

Kuroo wonders if it's too late to turn around and run. The grip Kenma has on his arm tells him that it is.

"Dude, I didn't think you were gonna go for slutty. You should have told me!" Bokuto hollers, swinging an arm around Kuroo, face lit up in interest. It's a bit hard to take him seriously when green is painted all over his face.

"I refuse to hear that dressing as a volleyball player counts as slutty from you," Kuroo hisses, shoving Bokuto's face away, offended. "And you're Frankenstein? Original." So, he's a bit testy.

Akaashi tuts at him. "Monster of Frankenstein. I am Frankenstein," he corrects. The lab coat does work well on him, Kuroo admits, if only he could get past the way Akaashi is blatantly staring at Kuroo's thighs.

"If you came dressed up as a pro, sure." Bokuto wiggles right back up to Kuroo undeterred, even going so far as to cup Kuroo's ass, to which Kuroo yelps and jumps away, glaring. "But you came in dressed in your Nekoma uniform? You're definitely going for high school twink."

Why does Bokuto even know that word? Kuroo seethes, glaring at an amused Kenma.

"Like an AV star." Kuroo groans, really wanting to hide now, as Tsukishima comes towards them dressed with barely any effort in a cape and some fangs, not even dotted with fake blood. "Your ass is practically hanging out, Kuroo-senpai."

The party is in full swing, with far too many eyes flickering their way, otherwise Kuroo would teach that smirking brat a lesson.

"It is a nice ass," Kenma finally cuts in, barely heard over the music, "and its mine."

Tsukishima and Kenma look at each other in a way that can't really be called glaring, but Kuroo can feel the drop in temperature keenly with how little he is currently wearing. The shorts keep riding up his thighs now that he has a bit more meat on them due to his desk job and the shirt is just a tad too short because of another inch Kuroo gained in college. Kuroo is mildly impressed and mostly annoyed at how all his friends manage to make Kuroo feel like he is naked when all of them own the same outfit he is currently wearing.

"Share, Kenma!" Bokuto calls, voice nearly too loud. Kuroo 'ooffs' as he is once again groped, a big hand landing on the back of his thigh, just under his ass. Kuroo tries hard not to show how affected he is.