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 stifled desire. Sunlight sliced through the half-drawn blinds, illuminating dust motes swirling above the disheveled sheets. Kenma lay beneath, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his wide golden eyes holding a volatile mix of panic and lingering pleasure. Above him, Kuroo hovered, his shirt hanging open, lips swollen, one hand braced beside Kenma's head while the other traced the sharp line of his jaw. The silence was shattered only by the sound of your footstep on the worn floorboards. Kuroo's gaze snapped to the doorway, finding you frozen in the frame. Instead of shame, a slow, predatory smirk curled his lips. He didn't scramble to cover up; he simply held you's stare, amused and utterly intrigued,…