Ready, Set.

Birthday *

The sun warmed Kenma's skin, his body twisting on the bed to reach out for Kuroo. His fingers wrapped around the soft skin of Kuroo's arm. He smiled, turning his head over to see Kuroo still asleep.

"Kuroo," Kenma nudged him as he said his name, "Come on, it's time to get up."

"No," Kuroo answered, too awake already, "It's time for you to wake me up too early so you can start something you can't finish." Kenma blushed.

"Not fair, it's no fun if you ruin it." Kenma crawled up on his knees, kneeling next to Kuroo, his fingers traced the healed scar on his shoulder.

Months had passed since the Kala incident, Kala had been arrested, no trial needed as he confessed to everything once the police knocked on his door.

Kuroo had healed perfectly, his hip bothering him more than his shoulder when he'd practice volleball. The therapist said for an hour a day he could do practice, but no more, and no spikes.

"It's going to be just as fun for me." Kuroo grabbed Kenma, the fit of laughter floated through the room as Kenma was touched, tossed, and tickled until his body was pinned under Kuroo's.

"You're wasting time," Kenma smirked, Kuroo leaned down and kissed his nose,

"Imagine how I feel when you do this shit constantly." Kuroo brushed his lips over Kenma's, they opened in response. His hands lifted to his sides, feeling the powerful muscle twist as Kuroo lowered his body onto Kenma.

"We could save time and shower together.." Kenma breathed while Kuroo's hand slid between them, as his hand curled around Kenma's member he heard the weak whine leave his mouth.

"You think we'll have enough time to shower?" Kuroo laughed, Kenma's hips lifting into his hand.

"Keep touching me like this and we'll have time to shower separately." Kenma's arms crossed over his head, Kuroo leaning back onto his knees. Kenma looked at the man between his knees, the hand on his cock,

"Oh Kuroo," He moaned, his head falling back as a finger pushed into his ass. His hips twisted as Kuroo rambled on about something. He caught none of the words as the second finger entered him,

"Shut up." He growled, looking up at Kuroo. Kuroo blushed and pushed his lips together,

"I was trying to ask you something.."

"Ask me later, " Kenma growled. Kuroo shrugged,

"That's fair."

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The party was in full swing by the time I saw Kenma come back to the balcony. I excused myself from Bokuto's parents, walking over to wrap my arms around his waist.

"Thank you," I mumbled into his hair, leaving quick kisses up his head. He giggled and pulled his head away from me,

"Stop that, it's almost time for cake." He stepped away and I yanked him back,

"In front of my family and friends?" I teased. He hissed and tried to pull away again,

"Kuroo, knock it off." He wiggled against my body, I smiled as I dropped my lips to his ear,

"Can I eat it too?" I felt his head drop back into my chest,

"Stop it," He smacked my hands away from his waist, "Or you won't get either cake." I hissed and reached into my pocket, pulling my phone in front of his face. He turned to look back at me, a slight dare in his gaze as he all but confirmed what i thought.

"I wonder if I hit this button what happens..." I chewed my lip as amusement played on his lips,

"A drawer a few blocks away starts to vibrate, if I were to guess.." He smirked and placed a hand on my wrist, pulling the phone into his chest as I slid the dial up on the screen. He sucked in a cold breath and dropped his head on my chest.