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The topic dies there after Kuroo lets out another cackle. Lunch comes speeding to an end with vague plans thrown out for the next time the three of you would be able to meet up.

“It was nice seeing you guys!” Kuroo waves as he walks backwards down the sidewalk. “See you next week…?”

“We’ll see!” you barely commit, waving right back at him.

Kenma doesn’t look up from his phone or say any final goodbyes. “You remember that game you asked about a couple days ago?” he asks quietly instead. He glances up at you as you both begin walking. Only when you nod does Kenma continue. “I bought it. You could come over and play it if you like. I already beat the game in one of the slots.”

“Of course you did,” you sigh in amusement. “But yeah, I can come over.”

For the rest of the walk to his place (which was only about five minutes), you rambled to him about whatever. Your only signs that he was paying the slightest attention to you were the occasional hums.

When you’d finally arrived at his place, it took approximately five minutes for Kenma to set up his computer and gaming chair for you. It took about an hour for you to get bored of the game.

“Kenma,” you murmured. He sat on the couch across the room, Nintendo Switch in hand. At his name, he looked up. “I’m bored…”

The man let out a minuscule sigh. “I’m supposed to stream in ten minutes anyways,” Kenma informed her, getting up from his spot and stretching. “You can browse my switch or look through my game cartridges while I stream. Unless you wanna do something else, but I don’t have much to do at my house, so good luck with that.”

“Are you telling me to leave?” you asked in mock-offense.

Kenma gave you a flat look. He walked up to where you were perched on his gaming chair, looking down at your grinning self with zero amusement. “Move,” he murmured. To which you did— not because he demanded it but because his couch was more comfortable. The man started clicking things, setting up his stream with a practiced ease. “If I wanted you gone, you’d be well aware.”

“Aww, you care about me!”

Kenma rolled his eyes. “Don’t go making a ruckus on my stream. You can play on my Switch.”

You said nothing more, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence. He streamed, you destroyed his Animal Crossing island. It was peaceful.

Kenma cursed quietly as he died to a hidden sniper. He gave his camera a flat look, to which his comments immediately flooded to mock his loss. The man looked through the comments, making sly remarks at some of the trolling jokes. He mindlessly answered questions and engaged until one particular comment caught his eye.

jpxfrd67: i just know he eats when he’s pissed and he’s def good at it

Immediately, he picked up on the innuendo. His eyes narrowed as the comment got buried in his chat. Kenma had no doubt his mods were already working to ban the person, but he couldn’t get the claim out of his mind. Was he a good eater? He’d never really tried it. Because of this, he went silent, no longer engaging with his viewers. They got concerned. It was only when a donation came through asking what was wrong that Kenma finally broke out of his trance.

The man sighed. “I’m gonna end stream early tonight. I’m not feeling well,” he said in a half truth. His mind wasn’t fully in it anymore, so surely that counted as not feeling well.

The comments immediately flooded with well wishes and concern. He paid them little mind as he started to sign off, promising with a noncommittal tone that he may stream again tomorrow. Then he ended the live.

For a few moments, he stared ahead of himself, contemplating what he was about to do. When he decided this was exactly what he wanted at his core, Kenma turned off his PC and spun around in his chair. “Remember the conversation we were having with Kuro earlier?” Kenma asked out of the blue. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you didn’t look up as you switched games on his Switch. “The one about you never having an orgasm.”

You set the Switch to the side, bringing your hands up to cover the embarrassment on your face. “Kenma, I didn’t think you cared about that convo.”

“I’m just curious,” he shrugged. “Have you ever tried using toys to get yourself off?”

Honestly, you didn’t want to pick the conversation back up with him. It was the sort of thing you mentioned once and never again. But the way Kenma seemed so dead set on getting his questions answered on this… you couldn’t deny him. It was rare that Kenma showed a genuine interest in something outside of his world of screens. “I’ve tried it all: vibrators, dildos,” you admitted reluctantly. “It’s just never worked.”

Kenma hummed, taking in the answer. “What about being eaten out? Ever tried that?”

“What’s bringing this back up all of a sudden? Why do you even care?” You sighed when Kenma just rose his brow at his unanswered question. “No, I’ve never done that— or I guess that’s never happened to me.”

The man nodded. He stood up from his gaming chair, approaching you with menacingly slow strides. Kenma stopped when he was in front of you, getting down on his knees and looking up at you with intense eyes. “Wanna try it out?” he asked, hands coming up to rest on your legs.

“What?”

“I’ll try to make you orgasm. Maybe all you’ve needed was someone to get on their knees for you.”

Your eyes widened at his boldness. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Dead serious,” he affirmed. Kenma tilted his head to the side, loose hairs that escaped from his bun falling into his face. “Think of it like a game: stage one is making you aroused, stage two is getting you to moan, and the boss fight is making you orgasm. I like beating games. I think I can do this.”

“I wasn’t expecting to do anything though, so I’m not shaved down there.”

“Don’t care,” for the first time since he suggests this, Kenma looked a little flustered. A pale pink overtook his cheeks. “I like a little hair anyways.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “You really want to do this?”

He nodded. Then he paused, “Only if you want it.”

You thought for a moment about what to do. Saying yes to him would alter your perception of him forever. Worst case scenario, he fails to make you orgasm and your friendship becomes weird. Then you remembered who you were dealing with. Kenma lived his entire life like a video game. When he set his mind on completing something— especially if he’s broken it down into different levels or stages— he was committed to it.

Kenma didn’t receive a verbal response. Instead, you grabbed his hands resting on your thighs and guided them up to the waistband of your pants. Taking your nonverbal cue for what it was, Kenma easily unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. You helped him take them off, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties. He brought his hand up, using one finger to slide them to the side, exposing you completely.

The man stilled for a moment, eyes locked onto your intimate area. A determined look climbed into them as he inched forward, ready to absolutely devour you. It was only when he was mere centimeters away and you could feel the heat of his breath that you put your hand on his forehead and gently pushed back.

“Cold feet?”

Yes. You shook your head. “What about your couch?” you asked, trying to give him any reason to back out of this.

Kenma rolled his eyes, “What about it?” He grabs his hair and yanks out his loose bun, pulling it back up into a much tighter one so the hair is completely out of his face.

“What if I make a mess on it?”

“I have money for a new one,” he replied smoothly. His arms wrapped around your legs, tugging you forward so you were at the edge of the couch, back to being so close you could feel his shallow breathing. You gasp. “Don’t really like this couch anyways. Besides, if you do ruin it, just means I’m playing the game right.”

You don’t reply. Kenma turns his eyes up to your face, keeping them glued to it as he leans forward. They scan your face for any more signs of hesitance. There’s none. His nose presses gently against your clit, giving you one final chance to say something or push him away. One final chance to back out.

Nothing happens. You don’t stop him. He licks a long stripe up your pussy.

Another gasp rips out of you. Not out of fear or discomfort. Kenma watched the way your mouth falls open and stays there. He knows you liked that. He does it again and again until your gasps turn into silent mews of pleasure. You were enjoying this.

Stage one: complete.

Kenma’s eyes close as he buries himself further into you. He sucks gently at your clit as one of his arms undoes itself from being wrapped around your leg. He replaces his mouth with his hand, rubbing you with his fingers while he prods his tongue against your hole.

Your hands shoot to the back of his head at the sensation. This is entirely unexplored sexual territory for you. Far from a virgin but never having an orgasm. Your mind comes quickly to the realization that you’ve never been so aroused before and that you may actually cum from this. Your first orgasm is going to be at the hands of your childhood friend, Kenma.

The same Kenma who didn’t start dating until after graduating high school. Who was twenty-one the first time he had sex and had told you and Kuroo with slight shame when he realized how late to the party he was. Who suggested eating you out like it was a game to him. The same Kenma who was currently eating you out like he’s done it to a million other women (even though this is his first time making the attempt— he’s just really good at responding to your sexual cues).

“Kenma,” you sigh, head falling against the back of his couch in pure bliss. Your hands find the back of his head, fingers lacing themselves i’m his hair. You push him closer.

This was fine. He was just going to do this one thing, make you orgasm for the first time, and you’d both walk away like nothing happened. Totally normal thing for friends to do… right?

He switched his hand and his tongue, oblivious to the mental war in your head right now. One of his fingers prods at your hole, dripping from a mixture of your own arousal and his spit. He coats his finger in it. Then with the smallest warning, Kenma slides his middle finger into you.

“Oh my— Kenma!” you moan at the feeling.

Stage two: complete.

His name begins to fall from your lips like a mantra. You glance down at him. He looks so into it— into you. It turns you on more.

For a moment, you forget Kenma has a sixth sense for knowing when someone’s watching him. It startles you when he peels his eyes open, his intense, golden ones meeting yours. He doesn’t break the eye contact. Instead, he removes his other hand from around your leg and finds one of your hands holding the back of his head. He gently removes it, intertwining your fingers with his.

That’s your only warning before he adds another finger. Another moan, louder this time. Your back arches, pressing yourself further into him on accident. His eyes are still connected with yours. Kenma liked the view. He takes a mental screenshot, as if he’s actually playing a game and just found a treasure so rare he never wants to forget the moment he discovered it.

Kenma flattens his tongue on your clit, pressing it harder against you. The fingers in his hair grip harder. He groans into you. You’ve never felt like this before. It’s a feeling you instantly promise yourself to trade anything for to feel it again.

Then, very suddenly, something in you shifts. The overwhelming feeling of having to pee hits you like a truck. “Kenma,” you try to warn, but it comes out more like a moan than a cautionary tale. You try to pull him away from your cunt. “Kenma, I feel like— shit— like I have to pee,” you complain. Again, you try to pull him away.

But Kenma doesn’t budge. No, instead, he pushes himself further into you, picking up the pace of his fingers. The feeling of needing to pee doesn’t go away; it intensifies. You beg him to stop, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment and him from the disgusting feat. He still doesn’t listen.

“Kenmakenmakenma,” you repeat. The hand intertwined with his tightens.

You can’t hold it back anymore. A cry leaves your lips as you let go. It feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulder. Like whatever just happened removed all the stress and tight muscles from your body in one go. If cloud nine was a place, you just established a residency there.

You’re panting, staring at the ceiling when the mortification hits you. You just peed on Kenma.

“I’m so sorry!”

The man pulls away from your pussy like he’s just been kicked out of his own house, like he doesn’t actually want to. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry for what?” he asks. There’s a victorious glint in his eyes as he wipes away the liquid dripping down his chin with the back of his hand.

“I just peed on you…” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact entirely. Surely he was regretting his decision to eat you out.

An amused look replaces his confusion. He covers his mouth to hide his laughter. Your eyes snap down to him when you catch him chuckle. Kenma just grins. “You didn’t pee on me,” Kenma tells you. He looks down at your cunt, pulsing and still dripping wet. “I just made you squirt.”

Boss fight: complete.

“Huh?” Now it’s your turn to be confused. “That wasn’t me squirting. I peed on you! I felt it!”

Kenma shook his head. “Peeing and squirting use similar body parts,” he tells you. “Squirting is just involuntary as opposed to you being able to choose when to pee. They practically feel the same… or so I’ve been told.” He stands up for the first time since he knelt down in front of you. His hand reaches up to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “In other words, you just had your first orgasm. Congratulations.”

You look up at him, panting. “How’d you do that?” you asked. Kenma removes his hand from your face. You almost sigh at the loss of contact.

He shrugs, “Magic touch.”

You roll your eyes. Kenma only grins again before walking out the room. He comes back a minute later with a towel and a bottle of water. He offers you both. After you’ve cleaned yourself off and guzzled down half the water, Kenma sits down next to you. His arms stretches across the back of the couch, pulling you into his side. You lean into him.

“Looks like Kuro isn’t the only one who can coax an orgasm out of a woman,” Kenma comments casually. He restrains his smile when you slap his chest.

You’re unsure of where this leaves your friendship. You don’t bring it up, but if he ever offered to do something like that for you again, you promise yourself to jump on the opportunity. This revelation has you wondering how your feelings about Kenma have changed— if they’ve changed at all.

Kenma, oblivious to your mental battle, gently rubs your arm. While you’re not sure what the future holds, you’re content with the moment. Right now, you’ll let him hold you. The future can wait.