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The next day at school the two decided they wanted to keep hush about their status. Bokuto was struggling with his own boy problems and they didn’t want him to feel jealous or anything. “Hey Boku,” Kuroo said, walking towards the boy who sat alone at his desk.
“Hey guys,” he sighed, they sat next to him and knew he wanted to rant so they stayed quiet, “how am I supposed to know if Akaashi likes me back when I don’t even know if he’s gay or bi or whatever,” he grunted falling dramatically onto Kuroos shoulder. Kuroo pushed him off and chuckled, “don’t laugh. I'm having a crisis. How did Sugawra, Daichi, Asahi and Nishinoya ALL get in a relationship together and I can’t get one boy!”
Kenma turned to him in shock. He had no clue what couple or quadruple? He was talking about, Kuroo saw his look of confusion, “They’re on our volleyball team they have an interesting relationship. Not everyone knows about it except for us really. Suga, Daichi and Asahi are in a relationship and Nishinoya is dating Asahi,” he shrugged. Kenma looked even more confused, Kuroo chuckled and put a hand on his thigh under the desk, “it’s all consensual, the three know that Asahi and Nishinoya are dating but Nishinoya only loves Asahi so technically he’s only dating him while the other three all like each other,”
“Interesting,” Kenma said quietly, now only thinking about the big warm hand laying on his thigh.
“We should ask them to come hang out with us during lunch today, what do you think?” Kuroo asked Kenma knowing it might be difficult for him to jump into a big group at once. Kenma shrugged before Kuroo squeezed his thigh slightly and pulled his hand away. “Well Bokuto,” he said turning his attention to the sulking boy, “does he know you’re bi?”
“I don’t think so… He’s cool about the second years and doesn’t care that they’re a bunch of homos,” Kuroo nodded knowing that as well, “Can you be my wingman?” Bokuto looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
“Yeah yeah I’ll try at practice today,” Kuroo laughed. The teacher walked in and class started.
The classes leading up to lunch were long to Kenma, he kept thinking about meeting four new people and how he was going to act. Kuroo must have noticed his tense and uneasy aura because he leaned over and whispered in his ears, “Just relax, okay?” Kenma nodded slightly. When the bell rang Bokuto ran out the door to where the second years were and brought the four of them back to their lunch table. Kuroo sat next to Kenma who was shaking his leg in anticipation. Bokuto sat next to Kuroo when the four new guys sat across from them. “Hey guys,” Kuroo said cheerfully, “this is Kenma,” Kenma nodded at the guys, “this is Suga,” Kuroo motioned to the gray haired boy with a pleasant smile on his face, “Daichi,” The black haired boy who stood next to Suga nodded and smiled. “Asahi, and Nishinoya,” The taller guy with long hair gave a timid smile and patted Nishinoya on the shoulder.
“Hi!” The boy with a blond streak in his hair smiled brightly sitting down in front of Kenma.
“We tried recruiting Kenma on our team but he’s still on the fence about it,” Bokuto said matter of factly.
Daichi smiled and sat down, “You should join! You still have a few days if you want to before they close down the new recruitment period,”
Suga nodded, “Maybe you could come see us practice after school and think about it! Maybe toss a few balls and see how you feel?”
Kuroo looked at the boy who was struggling to maintain eye contact with them. He nudged him slightly making him look up to him and lock eyes. Kuroos heart melted at the innocent face he was given, “okay,” Kenma said, finding strength in his boyfriend's gaze.
As lunch went by Kuroo noticed Kenma wasn’t eating anything at all. Normally he would have a fruit at least but today he had nothing but gum. He gave the boy his goldfish crackers only to have a shake of his head in return, “aren’t you hungry?” Kuroo whispered not wanting the attention turned to Kenma. He shook his head once again and Kuroo pouted.
At the end of the day they all met up in the gym. The gym was big and had two volleyball nets in the middle of the floor. He walked to the side of the gym and sat down against the wall. Kuroo and Bokuto were passing the ball back and forth while the second years entered the gym laughing with each other. A few minutes passed of stretching and warm ups before another guy walked in and tossed his backpack to the side of the gym. He took off his jacket and started jogging around the gym. Kenma noticed Kuroo nudged Bokuto while wiggling his eyebrows. He immediately assumed it was Akaashi, the one Bokuto had a crush on.
Kuroo ran beside Akaashi engaging in conversation. Kenma could only assume he was trying to be a wingman and he smiled to himself.
During practice Kenma watched the boys as they practiced spikes, serving and receiving. He rejected the proposal of trying some drills that Suga brought up. He felt more comfortable watching. Near the end of their practice they had a three on three scrimmage. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Kuroo, he didn’t know he was so good.
After practice and they cleaned up the gym Kuroo asked Kenma if he wanted to go to his house. Kenma nodded and they walked to the bus stop. “I don’t have money for the bus,” Kenma said, secretly wanting to walk.
“I’ll pay for you,” Kuroo said, pulling out some spare change.
“You don’t want to walk?” Kenma said, biting his lip lightly.
“I’m tired,” Kuroo whined cutely. Kenma felt his stomach turn and anxiety rising up the back of his neck. He had breakfast this morning, it wasn’t much but he hasn’t had breakfast in a long time so he wanted to skip lunch and walk off the calories. But Kuroos pouty eyes made his knees crumble and he couldn’t debate with him. The bus pulled up a few minutes later and they took two seats from the back. Kenma leaned into Kuroo and rested his head on his shoulder as he went on his phone, “I didn’t really think you’d be the cuddly type Kenma,” Kuro said teasingly. Kenma tensed and started to lift his head off his shoulder and mumble an apology, “No, I like it,” he said, quickly pulling Kenma back onto his shoulder. Kenma blushed and smiled softly.
They got off the bus ten minutes later and walked the short distance to Kuroos house. As they reached the house Kenma was in awe from how big the house was. He wasn’t expecting Kuroos family to be that wealthy. He knew he was well off but this was way more than expected. Kuroo chuckled at the expression and took the smaller boy's hand in his own, pulling him inside.
Kenma took his shoes off and followed Kuroo into the beautiful kitchen which was probably two times the size of his own. “I’m gonna make us grilled cheese, okay?” Kuroo said, opening the fridge door, “Did you want ham on yours?”
“Oh I’m not-“
“You haven’t eaten all day, you must be hungry,” Kuroo said, not allowing him to reject. Kenma looked down at his feet, “do you want to tell me anything?” Kuroo said sitting on the kitchen counter facing the boy.
“What? No?” Kenma said, confused as to what he was referring to. Kuroo rolled his eyes passively. Kuroo hummed before making the grilled cheese. Kuroo made one grilled cheese with ham and one without. He put them on a plate and brought them upstairs to his room, Kenma following closely behind.
They sat in silence as Kuroo ate the grilled cheese with ham, “try some, it’s good cheese,” He said pushing the plate towards Kenma who was staring at it with his mouth filling with saliva. He was really hungry, “do you have an eating disorder or something?” Kuroo said bluntly. Kenma looked up at him quickly with wide eyes.
“Wha,”
“My older sister has one. She’s anorexic, you act a lot like her around food,” he said wiping his mouth. Kenma stares quietly at the bed. Intrusive thoughts telling him that Kuroo thinks he’s dumb, “I’ll admit, I don’t know much about it. I didn’t really think guys got it but I guess that’s pretty close minded of me,” Kenma felt very uncomfortable. His throat was closing up and his heart was racing. “Sorry for being so blunt. I just care for your health. Thinking about you falling over that day really was concerning,” Kenma shifted, wrapping arms around himself, “You’re really thin…” he continued making Kenma want to run away, can he stop talking for once? “You don’t need to starve yourself to stay that thin, you could gain a few pounds you know,”
“Kuroo shut up,” Kenma said, he stood up and walked out the door, trying to find the washroom.
Kuroo rolled his eyes to himself muttering that he himself was dumb for saying that and stood up to go talk to Kenma, “okay wait. I’m sorry that was insensitive,” he saw Kenma turn to him with tears in his eyes, “wait no don’t cry I’m- can we just- come back to the room okay?” Kenma reluctantly pushed past him and sat on the bed. “I just want you to know I care about you,”
“Then why are you talking like you know everything about me?” Kenma raised his voice. Kuroo stood in shock, he had never heard Kenma sound so annoyed and mad. Shit. “You don’t know shit Kuroo,” Kenma said, turning away.
“Okay don’t cry just-“
“Don’t tell me what to do Kuroo, don’t tell me to eat, don't act like you know what’s best for me,” Kuroo raised his hands in défense.
“Then tell me,” Kuroo said softly, “I want to help,”
“You can’t help me! Okay? What do you want me to say huh? I’m a depressed loser who- who starves himself and throws up everything he eats because he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you? That he has an impulse to slice his skin open? Is that what you want me to say?” Kuroos eyes widened and he stood in shock. Kenma had tears flowing down his face, “you don’t understand shit okay? You have a perfect house, a perfect life, you’re always so happy! You can talk to anyone,”
“Kenma-“
“No Kuroo stop, I’m walking home,” Kenma stood up only to black out.
When he opened his eyes he saw Kuroo crying softly holding a cold cloth to his forehead. He realized he was only wearing the shirt he was wearing under his hoodie and he turned to face the wall pushing Kuroos hand away. “Kenma,” he ignored him and started sobbing gently, he curled up in a ball hiding his bare forearms from Kuroo. “I didn’t want it to get like this. My sister was admitted to the hospital a few months back. I’m worried about you,” he said weakly. They stayed quiet for several minutes, neither of them saying a word. Kuroo was listening to the small sobs Kenma was letting out which broke his heart in two.
After a while Kenma stopped crying and sat up, hugging his knees. Kuroo looked at him and made note of the sad face and red eyes. He wished he could take the boy's pain away, “Can I have my sweater?” Kenma whispered, feeling too exposed. Kuroo bent over and picked up the sweater which was discarded on the ground. Kenma took it and put it on resuming his position.
“Can we talk about it? I will listen,” Kuroo said, putting a hand on his knee.
Kenma spoke, “No one knows. I started self-harming five years ago and skipping meals around the same time,” he sighed shakily, “my eating only got worse recently,”
“What was it that you said earlier? You don’t think you’re enough for me? Or something crazy like that?”
“I shouldn’t have said that I’m sorry,” Kenma said sadly and hid his face.
“Why wouldn’t you be enough for me? I like you how you are,” Kuroo said shrugging, “if anything you could gain weight. No sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he shook his head. His best bet was just to stop making remarks about Kenmas body, too big or too small he honestly didn’t give a shit. Kenma would be beautiful no matter what weight he was at. “Just like hit me if I ever say something insensitive okay?” Kenma looked up and rested his chin on his knees.
“I started liking you a few months ago and I couldn’t stop thinking I needed to lose thirty pounds to get you to like me back,” he admitted. The words felt dumb coming out of his mouth and he regretted saying them instantly.
“Kenma,” Kuroo said sadly he scooted next to him and pulled him in between his legs hugging the small boy tightly, “please don’t ever think that,” Kuroo played with his hair slightly. Kenma melted into the hug, his grip tight but not tight enough to suffocate him. The warmth of Kuroos embrace made Kenma feel safe, he was safe. He tucked his head in the crook of Kuroos neck and snuggled deeper into the hug, “I liked you since a long time ago, I saw your weightloss and it worried me. You can barely stand up without losing your balance, I never see those cute chipmunk cheeks when you have food in your mouth. Your smile hasn’t been as present, and man do I love your smile. It hurts to see you like this,”
“I’m sorry,” Kenma sighed. The breath was warm and Kuroos neck, giving him chills. “I’m such a burden you don’t deserve this baggage,” Kuroo hushed him and rubbed his back comfortingly. Kuroos heart broke hearing everything Kenma said, he was the reason he stopped eating drastically.
Over the next few weeks Kuroo has been trying to help Kenma in recovery. He didn’t really know what to do or how to help so he spent most of his nights researching everything he could about anorexia and bulimia. He learnt so much over the past weeks and picked up on some of Kenmas little habits he never would’ve thought twice about. Of course Kenma was still sick and didn’t want to get better thinking he wasn’t good enough or worth getting better. It led to a few fights between the two ending in deep kisses from Kuroo trying to prove to him how much he meant to him.
Kuroo read that the first step of recovery is that the person must want to get better. He mentioned it to Kenma who rolled his eyes and ignored him, “I’m fine Kuroo I don’t need your help,” this led Kuroo giving up slightly, his mood has been low thinking about Kenma constantly. Sure his mind was on Kenma a lot even before he found out but since trying to help him and getting rejected and brushed off all he could think of was bad things happening. The anxiety started to kick in whenever he saw Kenma having a bad day and rejecting food. When he wasn’t getting worked up over his boyfriend's health he was thinking about how he could be a better boyfriend and how to help him. It consumed his thoughts. Worried Kenma might do something he regretted.
“Yo Kuroo, you spaced out for a bit,” Bokuto said, waving his hand in front of his face. Kuroo looked up at him and shrugged apologizing, “dude what’s up with you. You’ve been actin weird lately,”
Kuroo sighed, he had to get all of this off his chest, he’s the only one who knew. He told Kenma he wasn’t a burden but he didn’t understand at the time how much this affected him. Kenma wasn’t at school today and he hasn’t gotten a text or anything, he couldn’t help but to worry. “Can I talk to you about something?” He asked Bokuto, needing to get it off his chest.
“Anything man,” Bokuto mumbles shoving food in his mouth. Akaashi, Bokutos new boyfriend, sitting beside him smiled awkwardly asking if he should leave.
“Um if you don’t mind…” Kuroo said awkwardly. Akaashi nodded and took his food to a different table. “Okay so, I haven’t told you but Kenma and I started dating a while ago,” Bokuto choked on the food he was eating, “Yeah yeah sorry for not telling you,” before Bokuto could make a remark he continued, “well he’s going through something and it’s hard to see him so upset and I don’t know what to do. All I can think about is him being sad and doing… what he has been doing and it- it’s so fucking frustrating not being able to do anything. I feel like my head is going to explode. I can’t concentrate on anything,”
Bokuto nodded, “all right well, what’s going on with him?”
“I don’t know if I should say…”
“I won’t tell him,”
“I know- urgh okay. He has an eating disorder and self harms,” Kuroo said with a look of distress.
“Okay well since I’ve had experience with the self harm shit I might be able to help. I don’t know much about eating disorders, just tell him to eat more?”
“I have been, he tells me it’s not that easy,” Kuroo shrugged, “food gives him mad anxiety so when he eats he either has to like burn off the calories or… yknow, like throw it up,”
Bokuto cringed but tried not showing it too much. “Tell him to start eating a bit of food and, like steadily increase?” Kuroo looked down at his food and shrugged, “okay well for the self harm shit tell him to think about what led up to the moment he felt he needed to, write it down instead of hurting himself. Once he’s done that a few times he can see his triggers or whatever and have a better understanding of his emotions and shit. If he cuts tell him to throw what he uses away or give them to you or something so he doesn’t have that option available and he won’t be able to access it and do it impulsively. Give him some things to do when he feels the need to hurt himself to distract him or tell him to text you so you can distract him. Send him nudes or something,” Kuroo blushed and hit him. “Dude when I was quitting it was hard, but you know what I did to distract myself? Something was always Hard if you catch my drift,” Bokuto winked and laughed.
“Of course, that’s where your little porn addiction came from,” Bokuto shook his tongue out mockingly, “but lowkey I would, I just don’t want to move too fast for him. But damn do I want too,” Kuroo gazes away having unholy thoughts while Bokuto just laughed and attempted to wink, which he couldn’t do very well at all.
“So when did this all happen and why haven’t you told me?”
“Uh, a few weeks ago?”
Bokuto sat there with a blank look on his face staring intensely into Kuroos eyes, “You’re a dick,”
“Fuck off,” he laughed, “I didn’t want Kenma to be uncomfortable you know how timid he is,”
“Awe you’re like his big strong boyfriend. I love that dynamic,” Kuroo laughed and rolled his eyes.
The day passed by slowly as Kuroo was sneaking his phone into class trying to see if Kenma would text back which he hasn’t. He sighed and started to walk home when his phone started ringing. He picked it up quickly seeing Kenmas name and picture pop up on his phone, “Kenma where have you been?”
He heard a little sniffle on the other end of the phone, “I’m at the hospital. My moms with me…”
“What? I’m coming right now, okay? Are you okay? Do you want me to bring you anything?”
“Just a hug,” Kenma said softly.
Kuroo nodded, “one hug coming right up, give me fifteen minutes,” he hung up and jumped on the bus heading to the hospital. The anxiety bubbled in his stomach. God why wasn’t he there for him? Was it the cutting? Did he try to kill himself? Maybe he passed out? His mind was racing with possibilities. When the bus finally stopped in front of the hospital he jogged through the doors and looked for the receptionist, “I’m here for Kozume, Kenma” he said, breathing a bit ragged. The receptionist typed on her keyboard before handing him a visitor tag and telling him the room he was being held in. He rushed up to the second floor and found the room in a few seconds. When he walked in he saw Kenma look up to him and smiled weakly. He looked pale and had a tube going down his nose. He was hooked up to an IV and had bandages on his arms. Kuroo took in a sharp breath and hugged the boy as well as he could on a hospital bed.
“I’ll leave you too alone for a bit,” Mrs Kozume said standing up and patting Kuroo on the back.
“Kenma… what happened?” He pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down.
“I’m sorry you have to see me like this Kuroo,” Kuroo shook his head and shushed him. He brought his hand up to his hair and moved a piece of his dyed blonde hair back to see his face better, “I woke up today and my mom had made pancakes. I felt rude to not have some so I had a pancake but then I purged. I felt like shit and I hated myself for purging so I started self harming. I don’t know why I chose to do it in the morning, I just couldn’t help myself…” he hung his head low avoiding eye contact, “I cut deeper than usual and started feeling faint… I went downstairs to tell my mom I wasn’t feeling well but I didn’t make it down the stairs before I fainted…” Kuroo felt his bottom lip shake. He wanted to stay strong for him but seeing him so frail and vulnerable was so hard, “my mom heard me fall and panicked as she saw the blood and- well called an ambulance,” Kuroo sighed, “I’m sorry,” Kenma raised his hand and touched Kuroos face.
Kuroo grabbed his wrist and kissed his hand, “I’m glad you’re here, you’re in good hands,”
“I had to tell my mom everything. The doctors noticed how thin I guess they think I am and tubed me,” he exhaled slowly, “it’s so uncomfortable,” he said tears streaming down his pale face. He looked as if a single touch would make him fall apart, “2500 calories are in this thing and I can’t- I hate it. I want it gone,” Kuroo nodded his head sadly. He understood now the fear of calories Kenma had. He had seen the journal he kept noting the food he ate and how many calories he had consumed.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked weakly. Kenma nodded sadly. Kuroo leaned down and pressed a soft and gentle kiss to his lips. It only lasted a few seconds but it made both of them a little bit better and Kuroo gave him a weak smile combing his fingers through his hair, “I like you a lot Kenma,”
“I like you a lot too Kuroo,”
“It hurts seeing you like this,” Kenma nodded slightly.
“I’m going to get better. Please don’t leave me,” he begged quietly.
“I would never,” he said before kissing his forehead.
A few moments later the doctor and Kenmas mom walked in and smiled softly. They asked Kenma if it was okay for Kuroo to stay in the room while they discussed the next steps. Kenma nodded and the doctor took the stage. “Your mother has decided to admit you to an inpatient recovery program not too far from here. We deemed you not well enough to go home given the circumstances, your mother agreed this would be the best option for you and recovery. Since you are a minor still your mother has full custody over you for the time being. You’ll stay here until paperwork is filed for your release and you finish the feeding given by the feeding tube. You will be able to go home and pack for your program which will begin in a few days. Do you have any questions?” Kenma whimpered and shook his head.
Kuroo looked at Kenma and frowned, an inpatient program? He can’t imagine the anxiety Kenma must be feeling right now. The doctor left and shut the door behind the three who sat there quietly. Kuroo grabbed Kenmas hand and rubbed the back of it softly. He tried to comfort him the best he could with his mom sitting across from them, “I told her about us too,” Kenma muttered. Kuroo nodded and looked awkwardly at his mom feeling less comfortable knowing that which was probably the opposite of why Kenma told him.
“You seem like a very nice man Kuroo, I’m glad you’re here with him,” Kuroo nodded and held his head down looking at the hand he held and gave it a small squeeze.
“Are you nervous?” Kuroo asked quietly. Kenma nodded in response. “I’ll keep you up to date with school if you want?” Kenma chuckled.
Kenma was released that night and Kuroo stayed the whole time by his side. “Did you want to stay the night Kuroo?” Kenmas mother asked as they all hauled into the car. Kuroo looked to Kenma who gave him a smile indicating it was up to him.
“If you don’t mind I would love to keep Kenma company,”
“I’m sure Kenma would love that,” she smiled into the rear view mirror, “did you want to swing by your house to pick up some clothes? I don’t think Kenma has anything you would fit into,” She said, chuckling, not noticing Kenmas uncomfortable expression. Kuroo gave her his address and they drove to his house to quickly to pick up some clothes. Luckily it was Friday so he didn’t have school in the morning. When they arrived at Kenmas house Kuroo made sure to help him out of the car given how weak and sluggish he felt. They sat down for a late dinner with Kenmas little sister who was obviously uncomfortable and didn’t know what to say about anything. Kenma was struggling to eat everything on his plate and Kuroo noticed. He gave the boy a squeeze on the leg. He was happy that he was trying even after being tubed which must have made this meal even harder to eat.
Kenma knew he was going to have to force himself to eat starting in a few days so he pushed himself to start early. Consciously he didn’t want to get better, he felt he wasn’t thin enough. But seeing the happy face his mother was putting on seeing her boy eat was enough encouragement to try. Especially having his amazing, caring boyfriend by his side.
They stalked up to Kenmas room after dinner, kuro walking behind him worried he might fall or something. They sat on his bed and Kuroo kissed him deeply. Kenma squeaked at the sudden hunger Kuroo had but melted into it anyway. Kenma pushed him away slightly getting up from his bed and opening his drawer for his pyjamas, “can you turn around please,” he asked with a smirk.
Kuroo grinned and shook his head, “but you’re so sexy,” he teased giving him a wink.
Kenma rolled his eyes, “I feel disgusting,”
“Never!” Kuroo said standing up and hugging the boy.
“You’re clingy, stop,” Kenma said jokingly, pushing the boy away.
Kuroo pouted and sat on the bed facing Kenma, “give me a show,” he smirked.
“I’m about to give you a black eye,”
Kuroo gasped dramatically, “you would never hurt me,”
“I don’t think you want to test that theory,” Kenma smiled. Kuroo turned away reluctantly and let Kenma change in peace. Once he was done he sat on his bed as Kuroo got up and started taking his clothes off, “don’t you want me to turn around?” Kenma said shyly.
“I wanna give you something to remember me by when you go away for a little bit,” Kuroo licked his lips seductively.
“Kuroo,” Kenma whined, his face started heating up.
Kuroo was left in his boxers and he climbed on top of Kenma and kissed him again. A soft kiss turned quickly into a needy make out session. Kenma pulled away breathlessly, “you’re making me go crazy,” Kuroo said straddling the smaller boy who lay down his head on his pillow and covered his face with his hands. Kuroo moved his hands and started kissing Kenmas neck softly. He nibbled on the skin slightly making Kenma whimper beneath him. He sat up and stared at him with a smile, “you’re beautiful Kenma. So beautiful,” he said peppering his face with tiny kisses making Kenma feel loved and appreciated. “Can I give you one more thing to remember me by?” Kenma looked up at his face with a look of innocent curiosity. “Can I suck you off?” Kuroo asked bluntly.
Kenmas was sure his face was beat read by now and he felt the tent in his pants growing bigger by the second. Kenma nodded slowly and Kuroo shot his arms in the air in victory and looked down at the tent in Kenmas pants. God he was just perfect wasn’t he?
Kuroo scooted down and grabbed Kenmas hips rubbing his fingers against the seams of his pants, “tell me if you want me to stop okay? Anytime,” he said, his eyes scanning over the smaller boys pants, “god I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he brushed his hand over the bulge making Kenma jerk his hips unwillingly and cover his face once again, “you’re so cute, kitten,”
“Oh god,” Kenma whispered. It was the first time Kuroo used a pet name and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t affecting him big time. Kuroo smirked and leaned down, spreading Kenmas thighs a little bit further apart. He kissed Kenmas bulge softly over his pants before pulling on the seams of the pants just below his hips. His dick sprung out and rested on his clothed stomach. Kuroo hummed, enjoying the view of his shy embarrassed boyfriend and his cute cock in front of him. Kuroo caressed it gently, fingers going up and down the base of his dick.
“You make me so hard, kitten. You’re already leaking for me,” Kuroo said before grasping the base of his cock and stroking it slowly, precum dripping from the tip. Kenma couldn’t handle it and grabbed a pillow from beside him covering his face and biting down on it hard, letting out a barely audible moan, “Someday I’ll get this house empty so I can hear all your pretty moans without a pillow,” he chuckled. He gave one big lick from the base to the tip before swirling his tongue around the tip and wrapping his lips around the head. The saltiness of the pre come made him moan. The vibrations from the moan made Kenma internally scream and whimper pathetically into the pillow he held tight to his face. Kuroo bobbed his head slowly at first getting used to the feeling of the dick in his mouth. It wasn’t Kuroos first time sucking someone off but it has been a long time since he’s done it last.
“I- Kuroo! I ca-”
Kuroo sucked hard and pulled off with a pop, “What was that kitten? Can you use your words? Or do you just wanna scream my name?” Kenma felt his soul leave his body. Kuroo chuckled and went right back to sucking his dick which was throbbing in his hand. He focused on the head with his tongue swirling it around like a lollipop as he moved his hand up and down his shaft at a steady pace and rhythm. It only took a few more minutes before Kenma bucked his hips and came right into Kuroos mouth. Kuroo pulled off breathless and stroked Kenmas cock a few more times before he was shaking and whining, “God you’re amazing Kenma,” he said, pulling his waist band back up and pulling the pillow away from his face. Kenma couldn’t make eye contact, his face was flushed very visibly red and he bit his lip nervously.
“Sorry I didn’t warn you,”
“Don’t apologize I loved feeling you come in my mouth, feeling it drip down my throat,” Kuroo said teasingly. Kenma pushed him away shyly, “come on give me a kiss kitten,”
“Kuroo,” Kenma whined, finally making eye contact. Kuroo smirked and kissed his cheek before he stood up and headed to the washroom to finish himself off, “wait, do you want me to?” Kenma said, gesturing to the tent in his boxers.
“Tonight was about you kitten, I’ve got enough wanking material in here,” he pointed to his head, “to finish this off,” he sent him a wink and closed the door behind him.
Kenma sighed and stared at his ceiling with the biggest smile he’s had in ages. How did he get so lucky? Kuroo came back a few minutes later and hopped into the bed pulling Kenma onto his side and played with his hair until they both fell asleep.
Kuroo stayed over the whole weekend hoping to ease Kenmas mind before having to go to the inpatient treatment centre. Sunday night Kenma had a big panic attack which Kuroo stayed through and never once left his side.
Monday morning Kenma packed his things and Kuroo drove with them to the centre where they said bye with a parting kiss and Kuroo told him he would come visit him as soon as he could.
Kenma never thought he would find someone, somewhere out there who would be with him regardless of his burdens. He never felt so lucky despite the hardships that were coming his way.