Leveling Up

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Relationship: Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma
Character: Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji
Additional Tags: Friends With Benefits, Kozume Kenma likes a challenge, Explicit Sexual
Content, Multiple Orgasms
Series: Part 2 of Threadfics - Other Ships
Stats: Published: 2022-01-09 Words: 1732

Leveling Up
by fluorophoring

Summary

Bokuto has an impressive refractory period. Kenma wants to see it for himself.

“Probably six hours?” Bokuto’s eyes are shifting back and forth like he’s trying to count in his
head. “Maybe seven.”

“No.” Kenma says automatically. That can’t be right? Who has – what? Kuroo laughs and Akaashi
takes another drink as they sit around his kotatsu talking. Bokuto looks particularly sad that Kenma
doesn’t trust him.

“No, it’s true! That’s the longest I’ve had sex for.”

“Continuously? No naps in between?”

“Why would I nap when I could be having sex?” He tilts his head and it’s cuter than it should be
for someone who could lift Kenma with one arm and snap him in half with the other.

“He’s not lying.” Kuroo comes to Bokuto’s defense. “When we roomed together in college, I got
sexiled for afternoon hook-ups that lasted until night.”

“How is that possible?” Kenma doesn’t like not understanding things. And with just enough
alcohol in his system he’s going to get to the bottom of this. Or the top. He’s not 100% sure
Bokuto’s preferences. “It takes you that long to come?”

“Not the first time.” Bokuto looks well and truly confused by the fact that Kenma’s not keeping up
and maybe he’s right. “What do you mean?”
“If I’m only coming once then it’s a normal amount of time. Like probably the same as you guys.”

Akaashi hasn’t stopped giggling since this conversation started. He’s still the closest with Bokuto,
has probably had all sorts of sex talks with him. “Kozume, Bokuto barely has a refractory period.”

Kenma’s eyes dart between the two. “Barely?”

Bokuto’s chest fluffs out just a bit more, his pecs large and inviting and Kenma should really stop
drinking. “A lot of guys I know kind of grew out of it but I can still come – I don’t know? Five or
six times before I feel like I’m done.”

Kenma’s brain feels like it’s overheating. Like there’s a whirring sound in the background and he’s
about to get the blue screen of death. He’s still for a very long time. “Oh. That makes sense.” It
doesn’t. Not at all but he doesn’t want to keep talking about it with Kuroo and Akaashi here. He’ll
wait until tomorrow and text Bokuto to hang out. Just the two of them.

He doesn’t jump Bokuto as soon as he enters his house. Though if he knows anything about his
friend it’s that a welcome like that would probably be met enthusiastically. Instead, he walks
Bokuto to the living room, makes him a tea. You know, good host stuff. Good friend stuff.

“Can we have sex?” He asks a respectable five minutes into their visit.

Bokuto looks surprised. His eyes wide, his mouth open. “We – me and you?”

Kenma nods. “I want to play.”

“Play? Like…I’m a game?”

Maybe this isn’t the right approach to these things but at least it’s an honest one. “Kind of? I mean,
you’re a person, obviously, and my friend. But the sex could be a game. I want to figure you out. I
want to know how a body can be like yours – can go for so long.” His eyes drag down Bokuto’s
form. “I’m curious.”
Bokuto leans in and takes Kenma’s head in his hands, like he’s trying to figure him out. It’s cute.
“You want to have sex with me?”

Kenma can already tell the game mode will be set to difficult. Bokuto’s so unlike anyone he’s
hooked up with before. He’s obvious with his emotions, sincere and forthcoming with what he
wants. It’s a completely different type of game. One Kenma wants to perfect.

“Yes. I do. Very much.” He’s feeling nervous like this, under Bokuto’s large hands with no real
idea if he feels any attraction toward Kenma in return. “Would you want to?”

Bokuto smiles. He pulls Kenma’s face toward his, kisses him deep and long and filthy. Kenma’s
heart kicks up at the feel of it. He’s always known that Bokuto is big but it’s never sung through
his blood quite like this. Kenma matches his intensity, tugs at his bottom lip, licks against his
tongue. He makes a note of every happy noise that leaves Bokuto’s mouth.

When he pulls back, the way Bokuto’s smiling at him catches in his throat. “We should probably
go to the bedroom if we’ll be at this for six hours.”

“Oh.” Bokuto looks a bit embarrassed. “We don’t have to. Lots of times when I sleep with people I
only come once. Don’t think that I’m expecting it.”

Kenma doesn’t want him to keep talking so he kisses him again instead. “Koutarou.” The name has
Bokuto stilling. “I want it. Let me play.”

Bokuto nods. “Alright.” His hands slide under Kenma’s thighs before lifting him off the floor.
Kenma’s legs wrap around Bokuto’s waist as he’s carried down the hall. His hands fall to Bokuto’s
biceps, squeezing the muscle there. It really would be a waste…

“Can you fuck me against the wall first?” He asks when they get to Kenma’s room. Bokuto’s grip
on his thighs gets tighter, dents the skin.

“I’m going to sound like I’m bragging but we should really prep you – ”

“I already did.” He smirks at hungry way the words change Bokuto’s face. “Before you came.”
Bokuto’s voice is deep, dark. “Kenma.” He kisses Kenma again, pushes him harder against the
wall. Kenma loves the way he feels trapped under Bokuto’s body.

“Put me down for just a second.” He whispers when Bokuto pulls back. When Kenma’s feet touch
the floor, he takes off his sweat pants, his boxers. He takes Bokuto’s hand and moves it to his
backside, to the fat end of the plug sitting in his hole. “See? Ready.”

Bokuto bodies him back against the wall, somehow he feels like even more of a presence now.
“What would you have done if I said no?” Kenma shrugs. “Taken it out in the bathroom. Watched
a movie with you.”

“This is so much better.” One hand squeezes into the flesh of Kenma’s ass, the other moves the
plug against his rim, not pulling it out yet. He plays with it in Kenma's body.

Kenma’s hands go to Bokuto’s pants, push them and his underwear down. He wraps his hands
around Bokuto’s cock. Bokuto groans when Kenma moves his hands up and down. Kenma’s
mouth already watering at the thought of Bokuto stretching him open with it. Bokuto picks up
Kenma again, Kenma’s back hitting the wall with delicious force.

They’re kissing when Kenma feels Bokuto tug hard enough on the plug to get it past his rim.
Kenma breaks from the kiss gasping as Bokuto forces the blunt head of the plug in and out a few
more times.

“I didn’t know you were so good at this Kenma.” Bokuto’s voice is pure praise. It doesn't sound
like he's trying to sweet talk Kenma. Instead, he just wants Kenma to know the truth.

Kenma arches his back, moves so his own cock rubs against the hard plane of Bokuto’s stomach.
“I’m good at a lot of things.”

Bokuto drops the plug, the loud thud as it hits the ground mixes with the schlick of lube as Bokuto
works three fingers into Kenma. Kenma hums happily at the feel of Bokuto’s thick fingers pulling
him apart.

“’s good.” His words are slurred, as Bokuto finds his prostate and rubs it ruthlessly.

Bokuto hikes him up higher using one arm, positions his cock at Kenma’s rim with the other.
Kenma’s chest heaves as Bokuto lets gravity drive him down on his length. There’s more stretch
than his fingers were, than the plug was. Bokuto leaves him feeling wide and full as he begins to
fuck Kenma against the wall. His face is pushed into the curve of Kenma’s neck as he pushes into
his body again and again.

Kenma moans loudly when he feels Bokuto’s teeth dig into his skin on a particularly deep thrust.
“Fucking hell, Kenma.”

He should have expected the overwhelming force of Bokuto’s muscle focused on him, on making
his body feel good, on filling him up. It feels like the walls are shaking, like the photos hung up
may fall. Kenma digs his heels into Bokuto’s back, squeezes him in tighter. Bokuto’s thrusts
become faster, fuck him harder and Kenma knows it’s going to happen soon.

He twists a hand in Bokuto’s hair so he can move their faces back together. With his tongue in
Bokuto’s mouth, Bokuto comes deep inside Kenma’s body. He stays close, giving small pushes
into Kenma as he rides out his release.

Eventually Kenma is put down on shaking legs and Bokuto wastes no time dropping to his knees.
It doesn’t take long for Bokuto to push him to the edge. Kenma comes down Bokuto’s throat with
the feeling of Bokuto’s come dripping down his thighs.

He takes off his sweatshirt, wipes down his legs, the wall, the floor, anywhere else he can find
cum and lube. By the time he’s done he looks at Bokuto and finds him hard again. He blinks twice,
his surprise evident on his face.

Bokuto has the audacity to look bashful, as if it isn’t a dream to have another go right away. “Sorry,
this is how it always is. If you’re tired, we can lie down. It usually goes away once I’m not so…
you know…keyed up.”

Kenma shakes his head. “I like leveling up.” He holds a hand out to Bokuto, walks him over to the
bed.

The second time Bokuto comes on Kenma’s cheeks.

The third time he comes in his hand, Kenma whispering every filthy thing he could think of.
By the fourth time Kenma’s hard again and Bokuto jerks them together in the shower.

Kenma lies on the bed, tired and clean and seeing a game over screen behind his eyes. He’s told
Bokuto to stay the night, curled up on his chest. “If I invite you over next time you’re in town, can
I try again?” He doesn’t open his eyes, already half asleep.

Bokuto laughs and it makes Kenma’s head shake on its spot by his heart. “Sure. I’ll send you my
schedule.”

So, it didn’t last 6 hours, and he didn’t make Bokuto come so many times that he finally stayed soft
but Kenma’s always said – the only thing worse than getting a game over is clearing a game.

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