Ready, Set.

Weekend**

"Are you ready yet?" Kenma whined through the door. I took a deep breath, Kenma said he was ready to give me part of my gift, but I needed to make sure I was ready to receive it. So, I locked myself in the bathroom long enough for him to change and me to get the first part out of the way. 

"One minute," I called back, washing my hands in the sink. The cabin was nice, too nice. We both knew that Bokuto and Akaashi had spent too much money on it, but we'd fight them about it later. For now we had an entire place to ourselves, no one to bother us for two whole days. 

I heard his fingers drum along the door, fine. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, my eyes starting at his feet. The black netting going all the way up to his thighs, my teeth sunk into my lip as I saw the black lace robe wrapped around his shoulders. and falling around his legs, it was clear that it was all he was wearing. 

"Come sit down,"  Kenma stuck out one of his hands, taking it in mine he led me over to the chair at the bottom of the bed. He stood between my legs, his finger running across his collar to push the robe down his shoulder. 

I wanted to say something, but I knew he would tell me to shut up. I wanted to touch him but he'd smack my hands away. Instead I watched his pale skin move as his hands slid up the arms of the chair around me. I watched him pull his legs up to kneel around my lap, his lips opening to graze my ear, 

"Happy Birthday Kuroo," Kenma licked my ear as he finished saying it, my arms prickling with goose bumps. 

"Thank you honey," I said softly, bringing my hands up to untie the ribbon that held the robe closed around his body. He sat back so I could see his  chest as I pulled the robe apart. Heat pulsed through my body  as  he arched back, showing me the art that was his body, my hands slid around his sides, pulling his chest to my lips. Fingers tightened in my hair, I needed a hair cut, he was able to grab and pull my head back to look straight up. 

"Come on," he pushed himself off of the chair, his fingers tracing down my hands to pull me after him, 

"No chair sex?" I teased as he crawled onto the bed, he looked back at me and smirked, 

"Later," he winked, "it's still your day for a few more hours, so i figured we'd do it your way." 

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Kenma laughed as Kuroo hurdled onto the bed, his hands groping at Kenma to turn him, pressing their chests together. He tossed his head back as Kuroo bit into his neck, the heat between them intensifying until Kuroo pushed him away. 

Kenma sat back on the pillows, watching Kuroo wrestle off his pants and underwear. Kuroo came and laid next to him, pulling one of his legs across Kuroo's lap. Kenma  shut his eyes to feel Kuroo's hand slide up and down his thigh through the fishnets. 

"Kenma," Kuroo said softly, "Keep this on, all of it." Kenma opened his eyes to look at Kuroo, his dark hair falling onto his face. He needed a haircut, but Kenma didn't mind, pushing the hair off of Kuroo's eyes. He looked into the dark circles, seeing them glaze over with hunger before Kuroo pulled Kenma's leg higher. Kenma smiled, feeling the erection on his inner thigh. 

"Didn't you just take care of this?" Kenma asked, Kuroo shrugged, 

"You're not making it easy to take care of  anything." He said, Kenma felt the tingle of heat down his spine. He loved him, he loved how much they loved being together, how much they needed each other every second  of the day. Although he knew it would end, that at some point they would become more domestic and relaxed like Bokuto and Akaashi. He loved it now, and he knew he'd love it in the future no matter how it turned out for them, as long as he had Kuroo then he'd be safe.