Chapter depicts oral sex
"Why'd you stop me! I thought you didn't want me to stop." I whined, pouting up at Kuroo as he let out a low chuckle. "You were about to reach the end, I didn't exactly want to let you do that. You're right though, I don't want you to stop, so please, keep doing that." Kuroo says, so I open my mouth onto an 'o', sticking my tongue back out and flicking it over the popsicle. I take it back in my mouth, feeling more comfortable this time as I slide it deeper in. "If you tilt your head a bit it'll help it go down. If you want, I can guide you." Kuroo mumbles, his voice once again sounding muffled as I nod, tilting my head a little, taking a deep breath and holding it as I carefully slid the popsicle back into my throat. Kuroo took control, pulling me in gently but steady by the neck, the popsicle easily sliding deeper into my throat. He eased up on my neck, instead gently tugging me back by my hair, making my skull tingle again as I whimpered. "Fuck." Kuroo mumbled, his voice muffled as he guided me down again. "Think you can take a bit more than that?" He mumbled, again sounding muffled as I just hummed my approval. He groaned softly, guiding me down until my nose brushed something.
He pulled me back by my hair again, making me shiver as I dragged my tongue over the popsicle, though he pulled me back in again. "Just like that, Kimiko." He groaned, so I decided to move like he showed me, twisting my head a bit as I dragged my tongue along. I pulled back once for fresh air before diving back in, setting myself a pace to bob my head on that popsicle. Kuroo's breath was rough, soon becoming quicker and louder, making more muffled groans, though I was too focused on holding my breath and sucking the popsicle to care. His grip on my hair faltered before he gave up, moving his hands and just cupping the back of my head, gently guiding me to go slightly faster. "Don't stop." He groaned, gasping her for air as one of his hands left the back of my head. His groans were more consistent now, though better muffled, the popsicle twitching more in my mouth. "Remember, you don't have to swallow, you can spit it out after." Kuroo suddenly says, though I vaguely remember Aima mentioning at one time that only quitters spit, and Misaki had agreed with her. I was no fucking quitter, especially when it came to beating Kuroo.
Something sprays from the tip into my throat and I instinctually swallow, Kuroo's fingers curling into my hair. "Holy fucking shit!" He gasped, letting out a low groan as he slowly pulled the popsicle from my mouth, though I whimpered, licking it clean as it popped out. "Fuck. Okay, remember, no peeking or you'll regret it." Kuroo pants so I sit back, careful for my butterfly heels as I lick my lips. Kuroo groans and I hear the rustle of fabric for a moment before he suddenly picks me up again, making me squeak. "Just taking you back to the fountain." Kuroo says, clearing his throat as I lower my head, moving my hands to cling onto his back. "Good job by the way Little Kitten, you really went all out back there. I'm proud of you." Kuroo says, his voice still a tad low and rough. "Little Kitten?" I protest as he chuckles softly. "You're average-" he starts though I just dig my nails into his back, making him shudder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm average, you're big, that makes me Tiny, little, whatever. You keep calling me Little Kitten, I'll show you what these claws can do, and that's a promise." I say, though he just gives me a light slap on my ass, making me gasp as I buck my hips against his shoulder.
