Ready, Set.

Finally *

Kenma gasped as Kuroo used one hand to pin his right arm over his head, spinning them at the same time so his back slammed into the wall. He'd provoked the monster and he wanted to see what he could do.

Kuroo slid the console down infront of Kenma before gently tossing it onto the couch.

"It's safe," he said, he leaned in and nibbled his earlobe, "you on the other hand..." he growled and used his newly free hand to grip his hip and spin him. Kenma felt like a rag doll in his hands, the movements he had no control over were also the ones he loved the most.

Kenma felt Kuroo's erection press against his ass. He wanted that and he wanted it bad.

He knew Kuroo was fighting his self control, so he arched the bottom of his back, pressing his ass against the throbbing cock. Kuroo hissed and his grip on Kenma's wrist tightened. Kenma smiled against the wall.

"That is..." Kuroo started, Kenma flattened against the wall to pull away from him, "Kenma." Kuroos voice sent goose bumps down his body. It was deep, dark.

"Kuroo.." he poked the bear with defiance and indifference.

"God you're killing me." He spat and used both hands to pull the shirt off of Kenma. Kenma stayed against the wall and Kuroo kissed down his spine, it made him tighten in his jeans remembering what happened last time Kuroo did this.

"Do you want me to stop then?" Kenma asked and spun around. Kuroo shot daggers up to Kenma as he knelt on the ground.

"You little shit," he growled and gripped his thighs to pull him against his chest. Kenma gasped and braced himself on his shoulders and Kuroo stood and laid Kenma down on the dinning table.

Kenma squirmed out of his jeans that Kuroo was tugging on, his briefs going with them. Kuroo stripped to his briefs before climbing over Kenma,

"You think this is being bad?" He smirked and grabbed Kenma between the legs. Kenma shut his eyes and tensed under Kuroo.

"No," Kenma whispered, "But this is," he looked at Kuroo before he wiggled out of his grip and ran up the stairs.

"Kenma!" He shouted and Kenma heard the stomping. Kenma pressed his hands against the wall and bent his back so his ass stuck out. As soon as Kuroo saw him Kenma felt his stomach drop.

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That boy was perfect. He was fun, beautiful, submissive, but mischievous. The sight of him perking his ass out and looking at me with Bambi eyes. I probably would have came in my briefs if I hadn't just ran up the stairs after him.

"Kuroo.." he whined, "did I upset you?" He asked. He shifted his weight into one leg so his ass popped out at me.

"No," I said and walked over to stand behind him, I ran my hands up his back, feeling every muscle twitch under them.

"But you earned one of these," and I brought my hand down to smack his ass, he jumped but relaxed quickly. He looked back at me over his shoulder,

"Just a light one?" He asked. A. Light. One. He wanted me to spank him and he wasn't here for playful spanking either.

"For now," I gripped his cheek and leaned down to kiss his shoulder, "You'll have to be worse to earn harder ones." I wanted to see how bad he wanted it.

He smirked and pulled his body away from me,

"Fine, I guess ill go play my games then." He crossed his arms over his chest and started to walk back towards the stairs.

"Kenma." I said. He stopped and turned to me,

"They atleast give me what I want." He spat. I saw his lips hiding a smirk. I showed my teeth in a grin before leaning against the wall,