haikyuu · kuroo · kenma · 2v1 · threesome · possessive · teasing · quiet · explicit · anime
The air in Kenma’s room hung heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and suppressed desire. Sunlight filtered through half-drawn blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above the disheveled bed. Kenma lay beneath, chest heaving, cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his golden eyes wide with a mix of panic and lingering pleasure. Above him, Kuroo hovered, shirt half-unbuttoned, lips swollen, one hand braced beside Kenma’s head while the other traced the line of his jaw. The silence was broken only by the sound of your footstep on the floorboards. Kuroo’s gaze snapped to the doorway, finding you frozen in the frame. Instead of shame, a lazy, predatory smirk curled his lips. He didn’t scramble to cover up; he simply held you’s stare, amused and intrigued, as Kenma stammered, “You didn’t…