Ready, Set.

Four-Naught *

Kenma woke up to Kuroo touching his back, taking a deep breath before opening his eyes. He didn't see Kuroo, he rubbed his face against the pillow and looked on his other side, only Kuroo's arm was visible. He was hovering over him.

"Morning," Kuroo whispered, his hand lifting the shirt to reveal Kenma's skin to the cool air. He remembered he hadn't worn any underwear to bed, the sensation of goosebumps prickling his entire body as the shirt rolled up onto his shoulders.

"A very good morning," Kenma mumbled, reaching back to pull the shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. Kenma folded his arms under his face, leaning into them as Kuroo pulled Kenma's hair into a bun.

As his lips brushed the back of his neck he heard Kuroo chuckle, "When are you seeing your dad next?" Kenma narrowed his eyes,

"Probably soon, he said he was going to come bring my mom some more papers to sign, why?" Kenma turned his head to look back at Kuroo.

"I just wanted to make sure he had something to look at." Kenma sucked in a breath as Kuroo bit into his neck, the muscle next to his spine screaming as Kuroo forced the blood to the surface. Kenma clenched his jaw, enjoying the pain as he pulled away.

"Fuck," Kenma breathed, "those ones always feel so different." The ones that wrapped around from the back of his neck were always more sensitive, more intense. Kuroo pressed a gentle kiss into the skin,

"You said you liked them," Kuroo pushed up and kissed Kenma's cheek, "I just do what I'm told."

Kenma laughed, "You do a pretty amazing job, even when I don't say what I like, you seem to know." Kuroo smiled against Kenma's cheek, his hand wrapping around to Kenma's stomach. As Kenma lifted his body to let Kuroo under, he felt that Kuroo was naked.

"Like that?" Kuroo asked. Kenma nodded, biting his lip as Kuroo pressed himself against his ass. Kenma felt his own cock stiffen against the bed,

"Grab that towel," He pointed and Kuroo leaned down, picking the towel up from the ground. Kenma pushed up on his hand, pushing the towel underneath him before laying back down.

"Didn't want to make them clean both sheets?" Kuroo teased, Kenma just grumbled.

Kuroo kissed down Kenma's spine, his hands pulling Kenma's cheeks apart before his tongue slipped between them. Kenma took a deep breath, knowing Akaashi and Bokuto were on the other side of the wall, most likely still asleep. As Kuroo's tongue drove Kenma's fingers into the bed, his face buried in the sheet while he listened to Kuroo stifle laughter. Kuroo enjoyed the torture, the same way he did.

The pool in Kenma's stomach shook when Kuroo pulled away, his hand coming down in a solid slap against Kenma's ass. Kenma pulled his head off the bed, breathing in the cool air as he felt the second slap land.

"They're going to hear you if you keep doing that." Kenma warned, the third slap landing, stinging the raw skin.

"I guess you'll just have to keep it down then." Kuroo's harsh whisper responded, pulling Kenma's ass apart again, pushing himself inside roughly. Kenma let himself curse loudly, the ache echoing through his body as it rejected Kuroo.

Kenma tried to pull his legs apart, giving him some kind of relief, but Kuroo pinned them shut, his hands moving up to press his lower back into the bed. He felt like maybe he'd pissed Kuroo off, the sex being so rough without him begging for it. He couldn't think of anything that would have made him angry, besides waking him up to call Yama.

"Fuck," Kenma cursed, caught off guard as Kuroo reached up to pull his head back. He saw the look on Kuroo's face, no longer worried about him being mad at him. He was just giving him what he wanted. Kenma reached back and pushed into Kuroo's hip,