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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kozume_Kenma/Kuroo_Tetsurou, Kuroo_Tetsurou/Yaku_Morisuke, Kuroo
      Tetsurou/Inuoka_Sou, Kuroo_Tetsurou/Sawamura_Daichi, Bokuto_Koutarou/
      Kuroo_Tetsurou
  Character:
      Kuroo_Tetsurou, Kozume_Kenma, Bokuto_Koutarou, Sawamura_Daichi, Yaku
      Morisuke, Inuoka_Sou, Tsukishima_shows_up_like_briefly
  Additional Tags:
      Use_of_Grapefruit, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Outdoor_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex,
      Happy_Birthday_Kuroo_Tetsurou, (a_condom_isn't_used_during_the_blowjob
      but_it_should_be_irl!), (practise_safe_sex)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-17 Words: 10189
****** Five Times Kuroo Used a Grapefruit ******
by FleetingKisses
Summary
     In which Kenma stumbles across an article of curiousity and Kuroo
     can't help but be enticed. Five Times Fic where Kuroo uses a
     grapefruit, of which one time he helps someone else do it.
     Based on this article here: x
Notes
     This was my first five times fic, and I honestly think I did it wrong
     hahaha! Naturally, the first time writing a Kuroo fic would be one
     where he's getting off with everybody. Also, this turned out twice as
     long as I projected...I hope you enjoy!
     As always, also find_on_tumblr!
See the end of the work for more notes
                                  -1. Kenma-
 
"Hey, Kuro," Kenma spoke, rousing Kuroo's attention. Kuroo looked over more
than curiously, to see a small quirk to Kenma's lips.
 
"What is it…?" Kuroo asked, not moving from the layout futon but not looking
back to his sports magazine either. He saw Kenma's little golden eyes moving
along in small lines then snapping back to start again, like a typewriter.
 
"An article," was all that Kenma said, as if it were enough of an explanation.
Kuroo got up and walked over any ways, sitting behind Kenma and looking over
his shoulder. As he skimmed the article from Kenma's tiny phone screen, he
mumbled words here and there to himself.
 
"Blowjob technique…something-something sexpert…cut off the top and bottom of…a
grapefruit??" Kuroo spoke that last word with surprise and, truth be told, his
interest was more than piqued. "Does it really work?" He asked as Kenma began
scrolling around too fast for his eyes to keep up with.
 
"According to the author…" Kenma began, trailing off as he moved between
browser tabs and typed, "It does." Now, from being friends for so long coupled
with Kenma's keen ability to intuit solutions, the silence that plateaued
afterwards had him stop and look up into the distance as he realised something.
 
"You want to," Kenma said and looked back, to see Kuroo's devious eyes flicker
from the space around Kenma's phone to Kenma himself. A smile threatened to
grace Kuroo's face but his effort was valiant in trying to restrain it, so all
Kenma could do was let out a breath.
 
"Well, then, go buy a grapefruit," Kenma said and returned to his phone, Kuroo
hyping out a 'yeah!' as he hopped to his feet and threw triumphant fists in the
air. As he left the room, no one in the training camp suspected a thing as his
transition from a giddy boy to a slick deviant was seamless - not even his own
teammates.
 
.
 
.
 
.
 
"I suppose we should do this in the…-" Kenma started to speak when he heard
Kuroo come back into the Nekoma room, but his words got caught up by the sight
of Kuroo holding a whole bag of grapefruit. "We're not gonna…use all of those,
are we…!"
 
"No, no, they were just on sale!" Kuroo waved his hand as he made his way to
the small shelves to put the other five grapefruit away, leaving one out to
find a knife. "Unless you want to," Kuroo's sharp eyes shot a spark or two at
Kenma, but Kenma shut his eyes in exasperation.
 
"No," He said as he powered off his phone and stuck it in the pillow case of
his designated futon.
 
"As you were saying," Kuroo said mildly as he took out a cutting board and
indeed readied the grapefruit.
 
"I suppose we should do this in a bathroom or something, since the article said
it'd be messy…" Kenma rose and made sure his things were in order before he
took off his hoodie. It was his favourite, no grapefruit juice or even any
other juices for that matter were getting on this.
 
"Right, well, I'm ready," Kuroo announced and his expectant, smug grin gave all
sorts of meanings to what he said.
 
"Then, let's go," Kenma paid him no heed at all and made for the door, Kuroo
right behind with the grapefruit in a plastic container.
 
The bathrooms weren't very far away, and the pair took a small detour to the
linens closets to pick up a towel. Luckily on the way they didn't run into
Bokuto, who they agreed would probably salivate all over the fresh cut fruit.
Everyone that they did pass though seemed completely dismissive, so for that
Kenma was grateful. At the bathroom, Kenma let Kuroo in and glanced between the
halls before closing the door and sliding the deadbolt into place.
 
"So you know, I'm not…going to actually give you a blowjob…" Kenma stopped
outside the bathroom stall which Kuroo claimed as theirs. Kuroo looked back
almost a little wounded by the way he forced a pout.
 
"All right, that's fine. But if you change your mind, it looks really juicy…"
Kuroo's pout turned into a teasing grin as he wiggled the grapefruit around in
the air in front of Kenma's face.
 
"Just get your pants down," Kenma took the grapefruit out of the Tupperware and
with two fingers, began to jab out a hole from the middle of the fruit. Kuroo,
who had his back to Kenma while he began to get himself aroused, glanced over
his shoulder.
 
"Come on now, I'm a little bigger than that," he said but the only response he
got was Kenma looking up at him flatly.
 
"Yeah," Kenma said as he ushered Kuroo back onto the toilet and had him sit,
laying the towel over Kuroo's bare thighs as he got on his knees, Kuroo's penis
becoming more erect with every throb.
 
Kuroo sat back as Kenma peered at his dick. His eyebrows still raised despite
himself when Kenma poked his penis with a finger, then with the other hand
using a light grip of his fingertips to move his foreskin down, then back up
again. Kuroo said nothing though - the last time he did, saying 'never see a
dick before?' Kenma replied that dicks were weird things, and Kuroo couldn't
help but to take it almost personally.
 
With Kenma finally finished with his science, he moved the grapefruit into
place, a vibrant, citrusy halo over Kuroo's penis.
 
"Well…?" Kuroo said airily and Kenma pushed it onto the head of Kuroo's cock.
Juice already began to dribble from broken cells of grapefruit. Kuroo moved his
hips upwards a bit, the pressure of the grapefruit in Kenma's hand causing a
dull pleasure. No matter the method, grapefruit or not, having someone else's
hands (or grapefruit) on your dick just felt way better than your own, Kuroo
concluded to himself with amusement.
 
Kenma moved it slowly into place, centred just under the head, his other hand
gently pinching the tip to keep Kuroo's foreskin from folding back.
 
"Okay, I think…" Kenma trailed off and Kuroo knew what he meant, that they were
ready to begin the real fun…
 
He started at a faster pace, practised at the ideal speed, his wrist loose and
grip just lax enough to be considered-
 
"Perfect," Kuroo let out in a breath as he moved his hips upward again, juices
running down his penis and along his balls. Kenma's eyes flickered up to Kuroo
and he saw that he was already beginning to lull. When Kuroo noticed Kenma
looking at him, he expounded further. "It feels…really soft, yet…" He stopped
to make a tiny grunt when Kenma applied just a tiny bit more of a squeeze,
"Natural."
 
Soon after Kenma buckled down and moved from a welcoming pace to one with
pleasure as its goal. He masturbated Kuroo with the grapefruit, pumping his
dick from head to halfway down, forcing a loud moan out of Kuroo's mouth as his
head lolled back. He was breathing through his mouth, and his legs were
stretched out now too as Kenma figured out just how much pressure he should
apply, trying not to ruin the grapefruit too soon nor to flood Kuroo's penis
over with juice. That Kuroo began thrusting his hips upwards only demanded more
of Kenma's precision.
 
A deeply satisfied moan low from Kuroo's throat was drawn out by Kenma when he
pressed lightly on Kuroo's balls with his palm. This too brought Kuroo to buck
his hips upwards into Kenma's hands, his erection both slick and sticky at
once. His regular moaning was due to more than just Kenma's work on his parts,
Kenma surmised, as Kuroo was much more vocal right now than previous times. And
Kenma, through a combination of practise and intuitive capability, knew what
was coming next.
 
His accommodations were that he quickened his pace and squeezed harder, freely
working the grapefruit roughly all up and down Kuroo's penis. As if on cue,
Kuroo's breath became ragged in their rapidness, rate peaking as his abs flexed
and he began moving his hips up again and again. With an overt, outright moan
broken up by gasping breaths, Kuroo came, his cum spurting upwards onto his
abdomen and pooling over onto the grapefruit, then onto Kenma's hand.
 
To ride out the after waves, his hips pressed up to meet Kenma squeezing the
grapefruit down along his dick. By the time the last of his cum had dribbled
out, he was spent, catching his breath as Kenma took the used grapefruit off of
his softening erection.
 
"That was wild," Kuroo breathed, not yet sitting up. It must have been
uncomfortable leaning against the pipework of the toilet like that, Kenma
thought as he made his way to throw the grapefruit away then wash his hands.
 
"Glad you liked it," Kenma said, rinsing his hands well of the grapefruit juice
and the bit of cum that got on him.
 
"You're never doing this again, are you?" Kuroo's voice was reverberative from
the metal stall walls and tile floors. He still mustn't have moved.
 
"No…if you want it again, try convincing someone else to do it…I'm sure you're
capable of that, Kuro," Kenma was probably trying to be funny as he toweled off
his hands, but Kuroo knew he was serious too. Then, Kenma unlocked the bathroom
door and left with a simple, "I'll be back in the room."
 
Finally grounding himself from staring at the ceiling as he came to, Kuroo
already had the blueprints and layouts of plans forming in his mind.
 
                                   -2. Yaku-
 
"Yo, Yaku!" Kuroo called out and the small boy looked at him. "Are you busy
right now?" As Kuroo spoke, his smile was unable to be contained.
 
"I was about to head to the bathhouse, why?" Yaku was dressed in simple shorts
and a t-shirt, towel over his shoulder and his amenities in hand.
 
"Oh, really…!" The way Kuroo's eyes glinted made Yaku narrow his eyes.
 
"Why…?" He repeated and Kuroo came up to him.
 
"No, it's just that that's perfect! Can I come too, there's something
interesting I want to talk to you about," The way Kuroo leaned excitedly
towards Yaku did nothing but to make Yaku unsure of what the hell Kuroo was
getting at.
 
"Yeah, sure, I guess so - I'm going to go ahead, though," Yaku said and Kuroo
nodded.
 
"Sure, go for it, I'll be there in a bit," Kuroo said as he stepped aside and
let Yaku pass. He even held up his hand as if to usher Yaku along - Yaku
himself only gave Kuroo a brief eyeing but shrugged it off any ways.
 
With Yaku out of sight and the coolness of the evening upon them, Kuroo hopped
ecstatically and hurried into the Nekoma room, nearly tripping over Kenma as he
hurried to get both his bath stuff and a grapefruit from the shelf. Thankfully
none were missing and his note saying, 'Do Not Eat Yet' was still intact. (It
was signed with, 'Kuroo <3', the two o's doodled into a devious-looking face.)
 
"Found someone already?" Kenma asked as he played on his portable game system.
 
"Oh yeah," Kuroo said, making short work of the grapefruit and stuffing it into
a plastic container.
 
"Be careful, your dick might end up permanently grapefruit-flavoured," Kenma's
voice was neutral and very barely light-hearted in tone, as if he hadn't just
jacked off Kuroo earlier that day using a grapefruit.
 
"Never mind what might happen to my dick, you'll never taste it any ways,"
Kuroo spoke with a happily raised tenor, teasing and sleazy, and quickly
grabbed his things to make for the door. "Any ways, see you in a bit…!"
 
"Have fu~un," Kenma lazily imitated Kuroo's cheerful tone and never once looked
away from his game.
 
Kuroo's cantor was swift, but he did keep it fettered to only swift, and not an
outright sprint. He passed Taketora, Lev, and Inuoka, all very bright and fresh
smelling, returning from the bathhouse, giving them generous smiles as he went.
As if fate would have this grapefruit on Kuroo's dick, Nekoma was scheduled
last to use this bathhouse tonight, and even better, Yaku was behind on even
that.
 
"I'm coming in," Kuroo said after he had dropped all his clothes, putting them
in the hamper and easing in past the sliding glass doors. They were
appropriately steamed, and frosted beyond with gradating intensity the lower to
the floor the panes were.
 
Yaku was still washing himself at the benches and showerheads, luckily, and
Kuroo felt the nervousness and exhilaration tightening in his throat. He made
no effort to keep the grapefruit from view, so when Yaku looked at him, he
naturally looked some kinda way at it.
 
"This wouldn't happen to do with the interesting thing you wanted to tell me
about, would it…?" Yaku asked though he was already sure of the answer.
 
"No, I'm just hungry," Kuroo's tone was wavy as he came to sit next to Yaku and
Yaku sighed heavily.
 
"Oh, get on with it," Yaku said, his eyes closed.
 
"Ok!" Kuroo's gaily tone of voice was strangely foreboding to Yaku, but Yaku
said nothing. "Kenma showed me this article, written online? About how to use
grapefruit in blowjobs!" As Kuroo began to rinse himself down with the
showerhead, Yaku nearly fell off the bench beside him.
 
"So then why do you have a grapefruit here with you…" Yaku's tone was stone
cold dead, and Kuroo felt tingles along his spine.
 
"Because," Kuroo said but paused to rinse his face and head, "I wanted to offer
for you to try it. Not the blowjob part, but maybe just a handjob, you know
what I mean?"
 
"Are you offering me…to give me a handjob…with a grapefruit?" Yaku sounded
lost, or like he thought Kuroo was lost, off in space somewhere.
 
"You sure put two and two together - I didn't even explain how to use the
grapefruit. It could have been to have you eat it while I jack you off!"
Kuroo's sharp eyes found Yaku from the corner.
 
"Well, it's obvious!!" Yaku blustered and quickly resumed scrubbing his head
with a huff. "And that's irrelevant any ways; I refuse your offer,"
 
"Awh, really…?" Kuroo's eyes glinted. His manner was not disappointed in the
least, too.
 
"Yes, really," Yaku said and began rinsing himself of shampoo, nearly ready to
go and bask in the heated tub.
 
"Well, I already cut it up and everything…what if you do it to me, then?" Kuroo
spoke carefully and said each word with just the right amount of honest intent.
Well, practised honest intent.
 
"What the…" Yaku outright looked at Kuroo, his eyes widened and his brows
quirked above them.
 
"Yeah, why not? And if you see how well it might work, maybe you'll want to try
it. I'd still be down for it," Kuroo had a simple expression on his face and
Yaku was disarmed.
 
"You're serious about this?" Yaku asked after almost a minute of scanning
Kuroo's face up and down.
 
"Yeah," Kuroo said and tailored his simple, forthright expression to be a
little more hopeful in appearance. Yaku blinked a few times and continued to
rinse himself, washing the remainder of his body with a cloth. When he finally
answered Kuroo, it was prefaced with a defeated exhale.
 
"I can't believe I'm doing this, but okay, I guess," Yaku had his eyes closed
again, looking like he was focused on bathing and not focused on readying
himself to jack Kuroo off.
 
"All right! I knew you'd go for it," Kuroo celebrated and put the grapefruit
between them as he finished up scrubbing himself down with body soap.
 
In no time at all, Yaku found himself kneeling before Kuroo as Kuroo began to
rub his dick to erection. Yaku looked bashful, and it was almost cute, Kuroo
found, as he readied himself. In Yaku's hands were the grapefruit, and he
rolled back and forth in his hands as he stared intently at Kuroo's penis.
 
"You don't have to blow me, eh?" Kuroo tried to ease the nervousness, made
plain as day when Yaku jumped a little at being spoken to so suddenly.
 
"O-…obviously so, but it's just…" Yaku wetted his lips with his tongue, "How do
I do this, again?"
 
"You just gotta…put it on my dick, and jack me off with it, I think," Kuroo
added the 'I think' purposefully. When he was sufficiently erect, he took his
hand away from his penis and leaned back on his hands. "You sure you want to go
through with it?" He asked, and Yaku nodded.
 
"Yeah, I guess. This is just kind of weird - how often do you give someone a
handjob using a grapefruit…?" Yaku asked to no one in particular and moved the
grapefruit to hover over Kuroo's cock. It throbbed as each heartbeat gave rise
to small twitches. Kuroo was about to say whenever Yaku was ready, to go ahead,
but Yaku took the initiative and began to press the grapefruit onto Kuroo's
penis, the head sliding easily through the hole Kuroo made and Kuroo's foreskin
being pushed back.
 
"Don't squeeze too hard, or you'll crush the grapefruit," Kuroo said with a bit
of a hiss when a droplet or two of the citric juice touched the slit of his
urethra.
 
"Y-yeah! Sorry," Yaku said and steadied his breath once the grapefruit was in
what he determined to be proper place. "All right, and then I just…?" Yaku
started to ask as he moved the grapefruit back up slowly.
 
"Ah, yeah, just like that, it's already feeling pretty good," Kuroo held his
breath briefly, then let it out when Yaku began moving the grapefruit down
again.
 
"And what does it…feel like?" Yaku looked up at Kuroo, still maintaining a
slow, steady up-and-down.
 
"It's super soft, but it feels - don't laugh now - juicy," Kuroo explained and
Yaku's expression only crumpled a tiny bit.
 
"I don't really get it, but…" Yaku then looked down again and began to pick up
the pace a gradual amount. Kuroo let out a soft 'ahh' as the grapefruit moved
quicker on his dick.
 
Yaku was using both hands to hold the grapefruit, and it was with concentration
that he pumped Kuroo's dick using that grapefruit. Kuroo was leaning back and
his eyes began to close, drifting with each moment of growing pleasure. The
only thing that was on his mind was feeling the wet and squishy sensation of
being grapefruit masturbated. He breathed deeply, his erection hard as Yaku's
pace topped off, now a fast constant. Yaku masturbated Kuroo fastly, the
grapefruit making squishing noises with each motion.
 
At the rate Yaku was pleasuring him, he wouldn't last long, already moaning in
between breaths, but it was by this point that Kuroo didn't care much either.
Only the feeling on his dick was important now. His grip on the bench became
tighter in Yaku's relentless masturbation. Kuroo's moans too escalated and he
was making those noises freely, uncontrolled.
 
"Ah, okay, I'm gonna - gonna cum," Kuroo gave Yaku warning in between the
heaving of his lungs and loud moans. And sure enough, he shot his load as Yaku
continued to pump his dick with the grapefruit, only then registering for
either of them that Yaku had crushed it in his vigor.
 
Kuroo's voice twisted around in orgasm as he moaned, Yaku not slowing down and
causing Kuroo to jerk back and forth from the drowning waves of stimulation.
 
Though Yaku still refused to have it done on him, Kuroo went to bed very
satisfied that night.
 
                            -3. Tsukishima Inuoka -
 
"Hey, Tsukishima!" Kuroo walked up beside Tsukishima with a wave of his hand.
He was carrying a plastic container with a cut grapefruit in it.
 
"No." Tsukishima said and began deterring in his course.
 
"But you didn't even hear me out…!" Kuroo said, feeling like a crushed bug or
like Bokuto or like something else too small and insignificant to be taken
seriously.
 
.
 
.
 
.
 
"So just like this?" Inuoka asked as he began sliding the grapefruit down onto
Kuroo's erection. He watched with wide eyes and a circled mouth.
 
"Yeah, just like that," Kuroo said. He was leaning back against the door of a
bathroom stall. He'd come across Inuoka immediately after decided he'd get
nowhere with Tsukishima. Seeing it as a sign, he soon took the big boy aside
and began his spiel of a 'supposed' secret use of a grapefruit.
 
"You're so crazy," Inuoka said as he oo'd in awe at how the grapefruit squirted
a bit juice outwards onto the floor. Inuoka had listened readily and didn't
even pose any questions beyond simply asking where they can do this, and if
they can do it right away. Inuoka was standing opposite of Kuroo, but was
leaning over to the side to get a better look at the grapefruit/Kuroo's
erection action.
 
With one hand he was experimenting more than anything with moving the
grapefruit along Kuroo's penis. Kuroo nearly laughed when the thought hit him,
that two days ago Kenma and Yaku had jacked him off using a grapefruit each,
and now Inuoka was doing it too. He stifled his laughter though, only spurting
a little before stopping it.
 
"This is so crazy, eh??" Inuoka smiled up at Kuroo when he heard Kuroo laugh.
Kuroo only nodded.
 
"Very crazy. Hey now, wanna pick up the pace a little?" Kuroo asked, and Inuoka
made a serious face, now his turn to nod.
 
"Yes sir!" Answered Inuoka. His serious reply was enough to make Kuroo's smile
break out undeterred as Inuoka glared back down at his dick, now moving his
hand, and grapefruit, faster. Kuroo felt his knees wiggle a little when Inuoka
got serious, and he rested his head back against the stall door. With an exhale
he closed his eyes.
 
"Yeah, like that," Kuroo said with a lazy, satisfied smile. He didn't pay
attention to what Inuoka was doing, only paying attention to the feeling of the
grapefruit riding his dick. He pressed his hands flat against the stall door
too to support himself. And, those palms of his were already becoming clammy.
 
Kuroo felt himself slide down the stall door and inch or two as he relaxed
against it. Around his knees, a towel was stuffed over his sweatpants, and he
could feel the trickle of grapefruit juice down his thighs. It tingled, and the
way the grapefruit slopped along his penis, Kuroo was in bliss. Inuoka was much
like Yaku, in retrospect, in that he was just going at it with abandon,
recklessly masturbating Kuroo with the grapefruit all along his length. And so,
Kuroo was groaning and grunting well.
 
Thankfully, Inuoka didn't focus much on the head, as with his foreskin pushed
back a little unlike with Kenma, he would have had no protection from getting
citrus in his urethra. Kuroo's lips were parted and his brow was drawn low in
concentration, and when he stopped gritting his teeth to say something, he was
suddenly kissed by Inuoka.
 
He eyes flew open but it seemed that Inuoka encouraged himself by kissing
Kuroo: he found the perfect angle, the perfect speed, the perfect range of
Kuroo's dick to masturbate that Kuroo's eyes soon fluttered back shut. With low
noises escaping into Inuoka's mouth, Inuoka kissed Kuroo a little rougher, a
little deeper. His tongue pressed into Kuroo's mouth, finding Kuroo's tongue to
tantalise.
 
Kuroo could hardly focus on returning Inuoka's sloppy kisses. The moment he
tried to kiss the boy back properly, Kuroo's knees weakened, and when Kuroo
focused on not falling because of the pleasure overtaking him, Inuoka only
kissed him more intimately. Caught between a rock and hard place, Kuroo vaguely
pieced together in his mind, the grapefruit going wild on his dick.
 
"Ah, I-…!" Kuroo managed to speak between his mouth being licked and bitten by
Inuoka and his own nondescript noises of ecstasy. His arms swung up, hands
grasping readily onto Inuoka's shirt and shoulders as he came between them.
 
"Awh, gross!" Inuoka said with something that sounded more like wonder than
disgust. Kuroo was breathless but he saw Inuoka looking down at the mess on his
shirt.
 
"Wash it off, go," Kuroo was barely able to talk. Instead, he just moved aside
to let Inuoka through. Grinning blissfully to himself, he couldn't help but let
out a short laugh at the utterly crushed grapefruit that Inuoka had discarded
to the floor. The towel between his knees was wet with grapefruit juice and
some even made it onto his boxers and sweatpants waistbands.
 
As he toweled himself off, both his abdomen and his thighs of various juices,
Kuroo realised Inuoka left without saying a word. And so, Kuroo nearly fell all
over himself trying to get his pants up to chase after Inuoka and swear him
into secrecy.
 
                                  -4. Daichi-
 
By this point, Kuroo knew that his next target would be a tricky one. There was
never a way to accurately predict how he'd react at all times. So sitting at
the cafeteria table this late in the evening, Kuroo watched the captain of
Karasuno very closely.
 
"Y'know, people have started to wonder when where the grapefruits have been
vanishing to," Kenma said. He was reading on his phone again, and had quickly
denied Kuroo's inquiry of whether or not he was looking up more sex things to
try when Kuroo had leaned over to look.
 
"Really…" Kuroo replied, not really paying attention as he waited for Daichi to
finish going through the service line of the cafeteria. He was with his crew:
that bald guy and the little thing were behind him, loudly talking about
something, while Daichi kept himself busy minding them. The big guy, their ace,
and the other guy who was a setter or something had already left to find their
seats.
 
"Especially since your note hasn't moved," Kenma glanced at Kuroo though Kuroo
wasn't paying attention. He said this sentence with the barest hint of force to
it, and Kuroo caught that easily. He looked back at Kenma with raised eyebrows.
 
"Well why don't you go have one? It kinda hurts to piss now, so maybe this'll
be the last one," Kuroo said and shifted subconsciously in his seat.
 
"That's what you get…" Kenma was almost inaudible as he rose from his seat.
"I'm going to go back to the room, so," he said as he turned to walk off.
 
"Thanks for coming along, love the moral support!" Kuroo's disingenuously high
tone was ignored by Kenma, and Kuroo was still watching Daichi's every
movement. When Daichi promptly turned with his nose raised from the bickering
Tanaka and Nishinoya, Kuroo pounced.
 
"Hey, Sawamura!" Kuroo slithered up alongside Daichi, who bristled.
 
"What can I do for you?" Daichi said politely enough, though the way he regard
Kuroo, with such distance and resignation, belied his tone.
 
"So cold. I guess I should get to the point, eh?" Kuroo couldn't help that his
words were so slick each time he spoke to Daichi. Something just brought it out
of him.
 
"Yeah," Daichi stopped, turning to face Kuroo as the table Karasuno was sitting
at was only feet away.
 
"Well, basically…" Kuroo said as he quickly formed the explanation in his head.
"I was shown this article about how to use a grapefruit for sex, and I was
wondering if you wanted to try it?" Daichi's expression quickly turned to
shock, but then became stone-like all in a second. "Not that I'm asking to
uh…do it," Kuroo spoke up, but then went back to a low tone.
 
"Then what are you asking?" Daichi's voice was threateningly stone-like, just
like his face of disbelief.
 
"I'll jack you off with a grapefruit…?" Kuroo quickly threw it out there. He
knew, deep down, that if he twisted around and played with his intent, Daichi
would waste no time in shutting him down. "Or the other way around," Kuroo
smiled teasingly at him, "Either is fine for me, though I'd prefer you do it to
me…"
 
Now, in the time it took for Daichi to respond, the sounds of everyone talking
and eating around them filled the hall. Daichi's expression had become much
more neutral, his face relaxed as he looked almost blankly at Kuroo. Kuroo's
little coy grin never faltered. And it paid off.
 
"I'll think about it." Daichi said.
 
.
 
.
 
.
 
"Meet me around the back exit in five," Daichi said to Kuroo when he came by
the Nekoma room. Kuroo was elated inside, but outwardly, he only grinned. "So
sinister," Daichi mumbled under his breath to himself on the walk away, and
Kuroo called a 'hey!' to him.
 
But after lying down excitedly for five minutes, Kenma and Yaku glancing at him
every so often as he waved his foot around in the air anxiously, he hopped up
and said he'll be back. Kenma only said, "Okayy," but Yaku seemed to be on the
precipice of knowing and only being suspicious for an unknown reason.
 
As he left the room, he soon skipped happily, doing a little hop, and tried to
contain his smile and shaking hands. When Daichi came by, sending Kuroo over
the moon, he asked for the grapefruit in question, which Kuroo readily gave
him. "I got it prepared ahead of time," Kuroo said almost proudly, though it
didn't look good with the grin he had.
 
"Right," Daichi had said in the manly voice of his. The halls were empty, what
with everyone settle into bed by now, so Kuroo freely let his devious, excited
smile broadly show. When it came to the linens closet, he didn't try to
covertly sneak a towel, happily throwing it over his shoulder. Down at the
exit, just as Daichi had said, he stood. His broad back, thick thighs, strong
arms…they were nicely displayed in his sleepwear.
 
"It seems I came overdressed?" Kuroo greeted Daichi, and Daichi turned to him,
seeing Kuroo dressed in sweatpants and a zip up hoodie left open, no shirt
below.
 
"It's warm out, so it appear so," Daichi said, and Kuroo looked from him to the
doors.
 
"Outside…? I didn't take you for a kinky type…" Kuroo's eyes and hungry smile
found Daichi once more. Daichi simply shrugged his shoulders with closed eyes.
 
"What can I say? You're the one who approached me with this," Daichi said and
moved the grapefruit around in the container Kuroo gave him.
 
"Is it still fresh?" Kuroo said and peered over to it. It sparkled in the
indoor lighting.
 
"Yeah, it still seems fine," Daichi tilted his head as he examined it too. When
he felt Kuroo's gaze on him, he met Kuroo's eyes directly. "Well, are you
ready?"
 
"Was born ready," Kuroo said with mock pompousness ad held his arms out,
gesturing to himself.
 
"Then, let's go," Daichi announced and led the way out. As Kuroo walked out,
Daichi picked up a pebble and put it in the doorway, leaving the auto-locking
exit ajar.
 
"So where'd you plan on…" Kuroo trailed off, turning to look at Daichi who
casually pointed forward. When Kuroo followed with his eyes, he raised his
eyebrows and couldn't help but to swallow in something like anxiousness.
 
"Bushes?" Kuroo asked. Daichi was walking past him, looking both solitary and
convincing. Kuroo tried to keep his mind open though and followed Daichi,
pushing past ferns and to behind a tree. He lifted a low branch aside and came
to meet Daichi standing with his back to the tree.
 
"Well?" Kuroo said easily with a small raise of his brows. He was still under
the impression that he'd be the one receiving, but the thought of doing it to
Daichi…well, it made his fingers twitch. He could already feel himself becoming
aroused down there.
 
"Well, I wasn't sure which I wanted, so…" Daichi spoke after a pause, glancing
aside, his face positively cute, even innocent looking. Kuroo began to slowly
creep forward. "I wasn't sure until just now either, actually, but I think I
know what I want now."
 
"Oh?" Kuroo said, easing into Daichi's space until they were inches apart. He
brought his hand up and traced his index finger along the hem of Daichi's plain
white t-shirt.
 
"Here, come closer," Daichi looked back and met Kuroo's eyes. When Kuroo leaned
in closer, Daichi's hands came upon Kuroo's hips, and he was pulled flush
against Daichi. Kuroo went in to kiss Daichi, but Daichi moved angled his head
aside, causing pause for Kuroo. About to say something, Kuroo stopped when
Daichi began to pull Kuroo against himself more firmly.
 
"Oh…" Kuroo whispered, and took the hint; he put his arms around Daichi,
feeling along Daichi's lower back, not long enough to reach down and fill his
hands with Daichi's cheeks. Meanwhile, Daichi was moving himself in such subtle
ways. He tugged on Kuroo's hips, guiding his grinding motions, and sort
of…breathed on Kuroo's jaw and neck. It was through his mouth, his breath warm,
and he must have staged it in such a way so as to be erotic, because damn was
little Kuroo already hard and poking up from his waist band.
 
Daichi would let out just enough air onto Kuroo's skin, and would make just the
right amount of noise inhaling that Kuroo leaned into him, burying his face in
Daichi's shoulder. With the extra reach now, Kuroo's long hands groped at
Daichi's ass. It was just as firm and meaty as it looked.
 
"Okay, big guy, get down," Daichi's voice was liquid on Kuroo's ears, and
Kuroo's knees practically gave out of their own free will as the two lowered
onto the ground. Being away from Daichi's own groin, Kuroo's penis made Kuroo
want for more stimulation again. But he knew they were here for a purpose, so
he only peered at Daichi through narrow eyes in the night.
 
Daichi was laying the towel over his legs as he sat. Guiding Kuroo with his
hands, Kuroo found himself in Daichi's lap, his legs looping around Daichi and
his pants pulled down as far as they could go. Naturally, it wasn't far, what
with Kuroo's legs spread like that, but it was enough for his erection to come
out comfortably.
 
"Hey, what about-" Kuroo was about to ask about the juice of the grapefruit
getting on his clothes, but Daichi closed his eyes and nearly kissed him.
Nearly, kissed him, instead doing what he was doing before, teasing Kuroo with
breathes and quiet noises, his parted lips attracting Kuroo like magnets. When
Daichi's rough hands began to handle his cock, all of Kuroo's thoughts melted
away.
 
"Are you ready for this?" Daichi said lowly, his eyebrows wrinkling so nicely
so as to make it look like he was really trying to please Kuroo. Kuroo, as
though drunk, could only look at Daichi for fleeting moments at a time, his
eyes continually coming closed as Daichi did all these things to him.
 
"Y-yeah…" Kuroo didn't mean for his voice to hitch like it did, nor for it to
come out like such a whine, but Daichi's lips brushing along his mouth utterly
distracted him. They were breathing each other's breath, Kuroo mused, all
incapable of intelligent thought, only able to make these aroused observations.
In the air of the warm summer night, the coolness of the grapefruit made
Kuroo's back stiffen as it slid over the head of penis, onto him.
 
Daichi did as Kenma had, gently pinching the tip of Kuroo's dick, keeping his
foreskin from being pulled back, and as the grapefruit came into place, Kuroo
opened his eyes to see Daichi looking at him sharply. Darkly, even. It made the
edges of Kuroo's mouth turn up in a small grin.
 
Daichi was masterful in his motions. Though he started at a moderate pace, he
quickly found one slightly faster, but not rapid enough to force Kuroo into
orgasm. No, with his motions, he was bringing Kuroo there, bring Kuroo up
towards those heights. Kuroo was grinding his hips in Daichi's lap. When Daichi
started, Kuroo snapped his arms around Daichi, clawing at his back and gripping
his shirt in handfuls. Kuroo grunted, baring his teeth as Daichi's hand
squeezed dribbling streams of grapefruit juice into his lap.
 
With Kuroo's jaw upon Daichi's shoulder again, he resumed his seductions: well-
placed contact, skin or lips brushing against Kuroo's own skin, and that
breathing. He welcomed Kuroo grinding into his hand, and with his free hand he
held Kuroo, supporting his back from under his unzipped hoodie. Kuroo was
already beginning to moan again, near to Daichi's ear, and Daichi just kept
concentration on what he was doing.
 
After a time, though, Daichi stopped and took the grapefruit off of Kuroo's
cock, telling Kuroo to, "Get up for a sec."
 
"Wh-…why…" Kuroo was breathing heavily, but he untangled himself from Daichi,
letting Daichi move free. Opening his eyes, he saw Daichi move back, leaning
against the trunk of the tree.
 
"Here, come," Daichi said and motioned for Kuroo. Kuroo crawled forward,
turning as Daichi had directed with his hands, leaning back against Daichi's
body. Daichi's hands quickly grabbed Kuroo's throbbing erection. Getting the
grapefruit situated, Daichi began to lazily masturbate Kuroo again, who made a
soft growl as the grapefruit slid all the way down to the bottom of his dick.
 
As he resumed the previous pace, Kuroo pressed up against him stiffly, his
hands gripping at the ground below them. In his pleasure, Kuroo could vaguely
feel something hard pressed against his back, but Daichi's fingertips danced
along his lips, so Kuroo opened his mouth for them. It was with Daichi's index
and middle fingers in his mouth that he made moans and other noises, pitched
high, his tongue licking Daichi's fingers eagerly.
 
And as he came, the grapefruit making wet squishing noises down below, Daichi
bit down on his neck. Kuroo decided that none of the previous ones could even
amount to this time, even if Daichi didn't linger for very long afterwards.
Instead he opted to leave Kuroo there as he drifted down from the peaks of
ecstasy.
 
Kuroo could only smirk breathlessly as Daichi looked back with a wave, saying
something about how interesting an encounter this was. Kuroo had a whole piece
put together in his mind about Daichi's own hard lump in his pants that he was
too exhausted to use. Left with his mess, Kuroo found himself locked out after
he cleaned himself as best he could, having to walk all the way around the
front of the building in sticky, grapefruit juice-soaked sweatpants.
 
                                  -5. Bokuto-
 
Days had passed now and the two remaining grapefruit were indeed devoured by
Nekoma one evening after a particularly successful day of practise matches. And
Kuroo indeed snickered when he saw Yaku, Inuoka, and even Daichi from across
the hall eye the grapefruits with varied expressions - from unpleasantness to
simple 'I don't feel like having some!' in Inuoka's case.
 
But as Nekoma and Fukurodani concluded today's practise match, one which Bokuto
and his team dominated, Kuroo couldn't help but remember those grapefruits
fondly. Each night he washed his penis well, and though it did burn a little
bit when he would pee after each encounter, he was well satisfied from this
week.
 
"Hey, Kuroo!! Bring your team over, we have a treat for us to share!!" Bokuto
came bustling over from across the court, yelling all at Kuroo and his team.
 
"Nah," Kuroo said and got ready to lead his team on their circuit of lunges as
per tradition of the losing team.
 
"What-!? Hey, Kuroo, come on, don't be like that," Bokuto said, straightening
his arms, his fists bent at his sides.
 
"Why, what have you got?" Kuroo said as the first group began, "Hurry up, speak
fast…!"
 
"We bought grapefruit!!" Bokuto announced and up ahead Yaku crashed and Inuoka
stalled, looking back at Bokuto and being crashed into by Taketora. Kuroo
himself froze in place.
 
"Yeah, sure, okay," Kuroo said, feeling like he just fell off of a cliff.
Really though, it was more like he dove off, as he started the circuit of dives
once the mess up ahead was sorted out. After their lap of dives was completed,
Nekoma joined Fukurodani in partaking in grapefruit slices. Kenma was
pristinely undisturbed as he ate his, but Yaku and Inuoka still avoided eyes
with Kuroo.
 
Later over dinner, Bokuto came crashing into Kuroo at the Nekoma table,
greeting him loudly. "Hey Kuroo!!!! You know those grapefruits? Those were so
delicious!" He spoke loudly, voice carrying well.
 
"That's wonderful news!" Kuroo said forcefully as he picked up the food he'd
dropped when Bokuto arrived.
 
"But say, I saw you carrying around grapefruits the other day a few times, so
how come I never saw you guys eating them? Were you hoarding them in secret so
no one else would know??" Bokuto leaned forward, looking up at Kuroo who only
continued eating.
 
"Uh, n…no, we only ended up eating two of them," Kuroo explained, but then
immediately regretted it as Bokuto asked-
 
"What, really? What happened to the rest then? Weren't you carrying a big bag
of them?" Bokuto's eyes were looked round and curious as usual, but Kuroo was
almost sweating, trying to think of how to explain away four whole missing
grapefruit at a table of people who didn't know where they went, two of whom
knew what Kuroo used at least one for.
 
Kenma, you traitor, Kuroo thought to himself when he glanced at Kenma for help.
Kenma only continued eating quietly. He could see Inuoka acting especially
'natural' down behind Kenma, and across the table Yaku's ears were reddened.
 
"I just had other uses for them," Kuroo finally said and was filled with
internal jubilation when Bokuto relented.
 
"Ohh, okay. Well, when you're uh, done eating…" Bokuto was beginning to speak,
but when Kuroo looked at him, he saw Bokuto's eyes trained sparklingly so on
the shrimp roll in Kuroo's chopsticks.
 
"Hey, you…" Kuroo began with narrowed eyes, but Bokuto only pouted his lips
when he looked at Kuroo, and began moving towards the roll slowly with an open
mouth. With Bokuto's eyes still on him, Kuroo let out an anguished exhale and
quickly dabbed the shrimp roll with wasabi before roughly sticking it in Bokuto
mouth.
 
"Hey hey!" Bokuto chanted victorious, but quickly took in air as the wasabi
worked its magic. Immediately, Kuroo smiled evilly at him. "Hey, whoa, that's
hot," Bokuto chewed fast.
 
"Yeah, it is. So if you'll excuse me now," Kuroo said and made a show of
drinking his protein milk slowly. Bokuto's eyes, which were already blown wide,
looked desperately at Kuroo.
 
"Awh, hurry up, leave some for me!!" Bokuto said once he finally swallowed down
the shrimp roll. When Kuroo eyed him from the side and grinned as he drank,
Bokuto whined openly. "Kuroo~oo!" and he shoved Kuroo back and forth.
 
"All right, here, shut your hole!" Kuroo was smiling despite his words. Many of
the Nekoma students were already beginning to go back for seconds.
 
"Ah, thanks, Kuroo!" Bokuto's relieved exclamation came out wet when he downed
the remained of the milk. "So! What was I saying…" Bokuto said with an
expression of concentration as he rubbed at his chin.
 
"Something about me being done eating…?" Kuroo looked at Bokuto as he continued
picking away at his big plate of dinner foods.
 
"Oh, right!!!! I remember now!" Bokuto shot up. The very way he sounded,
tonally, it was as if Kuroo expected him to refer to himself with his own name
rather than 'I'.
 
"Good for you," Kuroo purred and smiled teasingly at him. Bokuto smiled broadly
at Kuroo's words, the sarcasm completely lost on him, naturally, Kuroo
impressed.
 
"After you're done eating sometime, want to try something out with me!?" Bokuto
asked brightly.
 
"Hmmmm! Hey, sure, I suppose, why not?" Kuroo asked with an amused grin and he
made an exaggerated shrug with his hands in the air.
 
"All right!! Hey hey!" Bokuto pumped his fist in the air.
 
.
 
.
 
.
 
"Oh, you're going to love this, I know it!" Bokuto said grandly as he led Kuroo
to the Fukurodani room. His chest was broad and pushed out as he walked with
confidence in his swing.
 
"Any idea what 'this' is?" Kuroo asked. The entire time after he'd agreed,
Bokuto sat silently beside him instead of going off and retrieving Kuroo later,
like he were a dog. Kuroo walked with his hands in his pockets, living the
exuberance to Bokuto.
 
"You know those grapefruits we ate earlier?" Bokuto shot a shining look back at
Kuroo as they went. He had of course eventually gotten antsy, bouncing in place
as he waited for slow Kuroo to finish his meal. By the end of it, he was
whining for Kuroo to hurry up.
 
"Yeah, what about them?" Kuroo's face was a blank as the connections he was
making in his head. In the Fukurodani room, many of the beds were hap
hazardously made, but one, which Kuroo knew immediately to be Bokuto's, looked
more like an explosion on the floor.
 
"Well, some weirdo sent me this article last night, and I almost didn't read
it, but I saw it mentioned grapefruits!" Bokuto explained as Kuroo stopped dead
in his tracks. "So, there's this thing I want to try with you, if
you'll…Kuroo?" Bokuto had turned to get one grapefruit he'd stored in the mini
fridge, and as he turned, he saw Kuroo turning to leave.
 
"Hey, Kuroo, where you going!!? I didn't even tell you what it was yet!" Bokuto
chased after Kuroo into the hallway.
 
"I already know!" Kuroo called back, not once breaking his firm stare forward.
 
"You see, you have to cut the top and bottom off and…- what, you do? How??"
Bokuto stopped and this prompted Kuroo to as well.
 
"If the article you're talking about is the one I think it is, which it
definitely is considering what you said, then," Kuroo turned to face Bokuto. "I
read that article too!"
 
"Whoa, really?" Bokuto tilted his head, looking at Kuroo a little blankly. But
he perked up immediately, "That's great! Then you already know what to do!"
 
"Yeah, I uh…'know what to do'," Kuroo said as Bokuto came up on his side and
patted him happily on the back, trying to usher him back to the Fukurodani
room.
 
"Soooo, thennnn…"  Bokuto dragged out, Kuroo barely budging but Bokuto managing
to get him to take two steps forward with struggle between each.
 
"Soo, thenn…??" Kuroo looked at Bokuto exerting so much effort to try to gently
get Kuroo along. Kuroo knew though that if Bokuto really wanted, he could
easily lift and bring Kuroo wherever he damn well pleased, he was so strong in
stature.
 
"So, then, let's do it, Kuroo!!!!" Bokuto said and finally Kuroo stopped
resisting. He nearly fell forward, his eyes snapping open. "Kuroo…?" He said
when he looked up to gauge Kuroo's reaction.
 
"You're crazy, you know that? Crazier than even me," Kuroo tilted his head to
smile at Bokuto. His smile was all a mix of a multitude of emotions and
feelings, all them some sort of positive.
 
"You think so, eh…?" Bokuto was harmless in his regard of Kuroo. "Well, thank
you Kuroo!!"
 
When they finally came back to the Fukurodani room, Kuroo stood around a little
dumbly, turning to ask Bokuto where they were going to try this out, but being
utterly shocked by Bokuto who was already beginning to strip himself of his
pants.
 
"What if someone comes in!!" Kuroo hurried to the door and Bokuto lunged
between the two, clicking the lock into place.
 
"No one should! I got Akaashi to lead them all on a jog!" Bokuto said and Kuroo
looked at him with a face ridden in anxiety.
 
"You sure about this…" Kuroo said, as he eased back.
 
"Yeah!! And besides, even if someone does, I'll just tell them to come back
later!" Bokuto beamed. Kuroo stared at him briefly but thawed nonetheless.
 
"All right, well, let's make this quick then," Kuroo said and shook his head.
He couldn't even hide his smile at this point, his incredulity more important
than maintaining his front.
 
"O-kay!" Bokuto said and was upon Kuroo in moments. He put his hand on Kuroo's
shoulder, trying to push him downwards, but Kuroo looked at him like a cat
splashed with water. "What…?" Bokuto asked.
 
"Y-you're serious!? I don't just…!" Kuroo was still incredulous, but no longer
smiling.
 
"Whaaaat, of course I'm serious? I thought we were going to try out this
grapefruit blowjob thing?" Bokuto even held up the prepared grapefruit.
 
"I don't want to blow you!" Kuroo exclaimed and Bokuto blinked.
 
"Really? Why not? I got the grapefruit ready and everything!" Bokuto said and
took a step back from Kuroo, giving him some space.
 
"Well, it's not, no, what I mean is, you didn't even give me any time to
prepare myself, just springing this on me so suddenly!" Kuroo gestured.
 
"Oh, well, go ahead!" Bokuto smiled and stepped back once more, putting his
hand on his hip.
 
"Go ahead and…do what…?" Kuroo was positively bewildered.
 
"You know, take some time to ready yourself! Take as much time as you need, we
can do this whenever," Bokuto moved forward and patted Kuroo on the shoulder
supportively then stepped back again. And Kuroo stared.
 
The room was really quiet, and only sounds of nature from outside, like bugs
and leaves in the wind and stuff, were the only disturbances.
 
"Okay," Kuroo said.
 
"Okay?" Bokuto looked at Kuroo.
 
"Okay! Let's do this," Kuroo was beside himself, almost unable to digest the
fact that he was now getting on his knees in front of Bokuto whose dick was now
in his hands too. Taking a deeper breath to steady himself, he pumped Bokuto to
erection. Bokuto was standing tall and broad as Kuroo worked, and when Kuroo
looked up at him to ask him if this is where they were going to do it, he
shrugged.
 
"Wherever is fine with me - is there somewhere you'd rather do it? I mean,
you're the one who's going to be sucking my dick," Bokuto said it to plainly
that Kuroo almost head butted him when he dropped his head to a bow.
 
"Uh, ahem, like on a bed or something would be easier, I think," Kuroo then
said as he looked up and around, his ears hot from Bokuto saying that so
outright.
 
"Oh, sure!" And the pair awkwardly sort of edged their way to one of the lay
out futons, Bokuto still holding the grapefruit, Kuroo still half-absently
pumping his dick.
 
"Okay, here," Kuroo said as he looked back, fixing the blankets as best he
could with one hand. Bokuto moved around and lowered himself to his knees, then
to a sit. He put his legs out on either side of Kuroo as Kuroo moved back to
get into a better, crouching position.
 
"Do you want the grapefruit right away…?" Bokuto asked as Kuroo came closer to
his erect penis. Kuroo glanced up at him, but shook his head.
 
"No, not yet, I wanna…get warmed up first," Kuroo said and with his tongue,
licked the head of Bokuto's dick.
 
"All right, whenever you want it then, Kuroo, just say so~o," Bokuto said and
placed it aside, sitting back as Kuroo began to ease into the groove.
 
He started by licking the head, getting used to the motion, figuring out which
way he should angle his hand best, whether he needed to reposition himself
again or not. When he deemed it ready, Kuroo opened his mouth and took the head
of Bokuto's erection into it. He licked along the underside of it, and sucked
gently, moving his lips down a little further before taking his mouth back
altogether. Bokuto was watching him with interest, relaxed.
 
"I haven't sucked much dick in my life before, so uh," Kuroo said and then
gripped Bokuto's cock at the base, taking as much as he could into his mouth
and bobbing his head along that. That Bokuto moved his hips up a little when he
did so gave him more confidence.
 
"Ahh, Kuroo, I think you're doing fine…!" Bokuto said a little airily, his hand
coming up to pet the side of Kuroo's head, running fingers through his hair.
Kuroo didn't pay any mind to Bokuto's hand, instead moving to pump his dick
again as he started to suck on what he could. It was a little clunky at first,
as Kuroo would bump his hand into his lips sometimes, but he eventually found a
good rhythm, he judged, as Bokuto let out a satisfied exhale.
 
When he started to taste the faint bitterness of Bokuto's precum, he took
stopped sucking and raised his head. "Okay, I think we're good to use the
grapefruit," Kuroo said. Bokuto, whose head was laying back a little, quickly
flashed his attention to Kuroo.
 
"You said you've seen this article? And know what to do?" Bokuto asked as he
held up the saucer the grapefruit was on for Kuroo to grab.
 
"Yeah, I did," Kuroo started, and by his tone, Bokuto queried further.
 
"Aand…?" Bokuto tilted his head, watching Kuroo as he masturbated Bokuto and
rolled the grapefruit in his other hand, finding his grip.
 
"And, well, I sort of did this with those grapefruits from earlier," Kuroo
said. Bokuto's eyebrows raised high.
 
"Whoa, no way! With who? Or by yourself?" Bokuto asked and Kuroo stopped to
briefly lick at Bokuto's precum.
 
"With K- I mean," Kuroo shot up a little, not knowing why he was telling Bokuto
this. "With a teammate or two from Nekoma…" He said, catching himself.
 
"Ohh, and it worked?" Bokuto moved his hand down along Kuroo's jaw, using his
thumb to pull down Kuroo's bottom lip and expose his teeth a little. Kuroo who
was moving the grapefruit into place above Bokuto penis gave an absent minded
kiss to Bokuto's thumb.
 
"Well, it wasn't blowjobs, like this, so…but it was still wild and felt.
Amazing." Kuroo said and smiled devilishly at Bokuto.
 
"Wow, Kuroo, you're incredible," Bokuto wondered in awe. Kuroo only closed his
eyes as if he knew so all along, giving a small shrug.
 
"Well what can you do. Say now, are you ready for this?" Kuroo raised a little
and looked Bokuto in the eye.
 
"Whenever you are," Bokuto said lightly. And so, Kuroo began to press the
grapefruit down onto Bokuto's erection. It slid down easily, though the hole
Bokuto had made was a bit of an underestimation, and soon enough it was in
place, leaving enough of his penis for Kuroo to suck on. Kuroo was about to go
to work when he heard Bokuto snickered.
 
"What…?" Kuroo asked, looking up at Bokuto.
 
"Look at my penis…!!" Bokuto said, barely containing his laughter. Kuroo looked
down and he saw Bokuto wiggle his hips back and forth, his erection swaying
with the grapefruit on it. Kuroo spluttered a little and had to rest his face
on Bokuto's bare thigh.
 
"Look, do you want this or not…!" Kuroo asked when he finally looked up at
Bokuto again. Bokuto nodded.
 
"Yeah, yeah, I do! Okay, I'm ready," Bokuto finally settled. Then, Kuroo went
to work. He started by testing out how it felt to move the grapefruit up and
down. He gripped it gently, slowly increasing his grip until it felt just
barely like the tension in the cells of the fruit would burst. The juice was
leaking out through the tears and breaks, but that was unavoidable, Kuroo
surmised.
 
So when he found a good grip and a good angle of his wrist, he lowered his
mouth onto Bokuto's dick. Bokuto was moving his hips a little to help with
Kuroo's motions, and he let out a humoured breath.
 
"It's a little cold," Bokuto laughed lightly. "Uh, squeeze it…squeeze it a
little harder," Bokuto said and Kuroo obeyed. He increased the force of his
hand on the grapefruit and some of the juice squirted up onto his lips. He
stretched his tongue out, licking at the sour sweetness. Bokuto made a small
grunt, and Kuroo felt empowered further.
 
He settled into a pace of moving the grapefruit up and down along Bokuto's
length, the grapefruit slapping onto Kuroo's lips, but he didn't care. Bokuto
had since dropped his head back, letting out a soft groan. Kuroo moved his head
up and down too, and Bokuto pressed his hips up. With this, Bokuto was leaking
a little more precum, and, though bitter, it was…tasty, Kuroo found. Just
tasty, with no explanation.
 
He hit a particularly sensitive spot, it seemed, when he twisted his mouth a
little and gave the grapefruit a twisting yank, as Bokuto choked out a moan and
bucked his hips. This crushed a little of the grapefruit and caused the juices
to squirt out more, but Kuroo didn't stop, determined, and even…aroused. In his
pants, he felt himself just as hard as Bokuto.
 
His lips were getting a little uncomfortable though, and his jaw was getting
sour. With a pop, he took his mouth back. To compensate, he began pumping the
grapefruit along Bokuto cock with more vigor, going all along the length.
Bokuto did what was almost a crunch in reaction as Kuroo moved his jaw in
circles. Bokuto was sprawled out, one arm over his eyes, and his mouth open as
he breathed through it.
 
Kuroo put the tip of Bokuto's cock back in his mouth when he was ready again.
He was met with the citrusy flavour of the juice mingling with Bokuto's precum.
It was oozing out a bit more freely now, and Bokuto was making quiet moans. So
Kuroo sucked and sucked, licking forcefully, minding his teeth, and not
stopping masturbating Bokuto with the grapefruit.
 
Bokuto was moving his hips up and down, much like Kuroo had down before, and he
started saying soft commendations. "Yeah, l-…like that," Bokuto said, or in
another moment, "It feels good there, do it-do it again."
 
Kuroo could feel Bokuto's other hand on the top of his head again, playing with
his hair so gently. And soon, Bokuto came. Bokuto's abdomen flexed as he bucked
his hips upwards. He was making obscene noises, his pitch spiking up and
cutting off quickly - his moans were alluring to Kuroo, Kuroo found.
 
But the biggest thing that happened in all of this was Bokuto shooting his load
into Kuroo's mouth. Kuroo felt it coming, but despite himself, kept up his
roughened fellatio, taking the head of Bokuto's erection into his mouth as he
bucked, and feeling his cum fill his mouth.
 
Bokuto, breathing heavily, then laid there as Kuroo rose, his mouth still open
as Bokuto's cum sat in his mouth. He took the grapefruit off of Bokuto's penis,
which was becoming slowly flaccid, and brought it to the garbage bin, spitting
most of Bokuto's cum out too. Most of it, some of it he couldn't help but let
down his throat.
 
Coughing, he looked back at Bokuto expectantly, and as if Bokuto could see,
Bokuto held up a thumbs up. Kuroo eventually found himself lying next to Bokuto
who still had his arm over his eyes.
 
"What about me…? You know, seeing you buck around and moan like that, it turned
me on," Kuroo said slickly and Bokuto's other hand bumping into Kuroo's thigh,
groping, then finding Kuroo's crotch. Kuroo jumped a little when Bokuto gave
his balls a loving squeeze.
 
"Oh yeah, so you are! Well, we can get another grapefruit if you want," Bokuto
finally took his arm away from his eyes to look at Kuroo properly. Kuroo's
smile slid away to give way to a contemplative look.
 
"I don't know, I'm pretty grapefruit'd out," Kuroo said.
 
"Oh, that's right! You already did this before, eh? Huh, well, how about I jack
you off, then!" Bokuto offered.
 
"That it!? I suck your dick, and all I get is a handjob?" Kuroo rolled over to
on top of Bokuto, his hands on either side of Bokuto's head.
 
"I can fuck you if you want!" Bokuto grinned and Kuroo narrowed his eyes at
him.
 
"Wait, before any of this, you said that some weirdo sent you the article about
this?" Kuroo said, suddenly remembering this.
 
"Uhh, yeah, some person named Kozume…Kenma I think? I didn't recognise the
name, so I nearly deleted the message!" Bokuto said, glancing aside as he tried
to recall all the details. "Why? …Kuroo?" Bokuto asked but Kuroo looked utterly
bereft of emotions and sentient life.
 
"Hey, Kuroo, what is it!!" Bokuto slapped Kuroo on the back a few times when
Kuroo indeed collapsed on him, giving up on life for the time being.
End Notes
     If you made it this far, I am so shocked. Thank you, and I had a lot
     of fun writing this! It was fun to write some erotic scene then have
     to stick in reminders that /they're using a grapefruit/.
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