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Kenma gasped when Kuroo had yanked him into the old bathroom. He was walking to his next class, lost in his video game when his jacket was yanked and he smacked into the cracked tile walls.

Kuroo immediately kissed his neck,

"Ku..Kuroo." He pushed on him,

"What?" He mumbled, pulling them further into the bathroom,

"I have to go to class.." Kenma didn't sound very convincing as Kuroo kicked open a stall and stood in the door,

"Ok," Kuroo removed his shirt, "go then." He raised an eyebrow and Kenma felt the hot blood rise to the surface of his face.

"That's not fair," he whined. Seeing Kuroo testing him. Teasing him. Kuroo shrugged,

"Guess ill do it myself then.." he slipped his hand into his briefs. Kenma licked his lips, leaning back on the counter. He watched Kuroo pout before resuming his stoic face.

Kenma felt himself harden as Kuroo grimaced, his one hand gripping the top of the stall divider and the other driving him to another place.

"Stop." Kenma whispered. Kuroo froze.

"Take off your pants," Kenma didn't try to sound dominant, he just knew Kuroo would either do it or come over and make Kenma do it. Either way he wasn't complaining.

Kuroo grinned and removed his pants, leaving his briefs on. Kenma glanced at the doorway before smirking at Kuroo,

"Ok, you can keep going." Kenma shrugged. Kuroo laughed, but obeyed.

"Slower," Kenma whispered,

"God damnit Kenma, if you wanna control it just come do it yourself." Kenma wanted Kuroo to be a bit more flustered first.

"I think I'll just go to class." He tested this tactic.

"Kenma.." Kuroo groaned, "What are you doing?" He asked

"Nothing," He shrugged, pulling his bag closer, "I'm just trying to learn some history. You know, since you don't wanna do it my way."

That did it. Kuroo stormed over and yanked Kenmas bag down, Kenma was tossed around and pressed against the sinks, Kuroo's erection pressing into his back.

"Can you not?" He said into Kenma's neck, his teeth grazing the skin, "Because I don't want to think up a way to punish you here." But that's what Kenma wanted.

"I don't think it's appropriate to fuck in a dusty bathroom." He fought back a smile since Kuroo was staring at him through the mirror they faced.

"Nobody was going to fuck in here," Kuroo hissed. His hand slide down the back of Kenma's briefs and gripped his ass. Kenma sucked in a breath,

"Was?" Kenma asked, going light headed from Kuroo licking and nibbling his neck.

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"Well maybe if you start behaving." I pinched his ass and he yelped. He giggled right after and I saw his lip fight a smile again,

"I think I'll just go, I don't want to catch something from these surfaces." He was such a smug boy, "plus I don't have any lube and there's no way I've got enough spit for that thing."

I throbbed harder, the echo in my ears at this point.

"You seemed to have enough this weekend." I recalled, too bad my phone was in my pants back in that stall.

"Oh, one good spit string and you think I'm a saliva machine." He caught me off guard and spun around, my hand landing on his bare cock, hard as mine.