Of Bedhead Kittens and Megane Aliens
Pairing: Oikawa Tooru/Kuroo Tetsurou
Rating: R
Chapter Summary: In which Oikawa indulges in a certain kink that drives Kuroo absolutely wild.
Author's Notes: Written for Day 2 of Writer's Inktober: Barefoot. This piece also doubles as an early submission for Kinktober 2017: Day 20 - Feet.
His fingers just barely brush against the top of Kuroo's foot – the touch is so subtle and effortless that if any passerby had been paying close enough attention to even notice such a small gesture, they would have thought nothing of it, easily dismissing it as an accident, and nothing more.
But it's not. Between Kuroo and himself, such gentle contact is anything but innocent – it's an act of initiation. As small as it is, letting his fingertips lightly scratch against the overly sensitive skin of Kuroo's foot is more than enough to let Kuroo know exactly what's on his mind, and more often than not, Kuroo is only too eager to take him up on his offer.
It's not his own desire to cover Kuroo's feet in an unusual amount of attention that really gets him going, it's the fact that Kuroo enjoys receiving the tender care to his feet just as much as he loves giving it. Simply put, his 'obsession' wouldn't be nearly as addictive if a few well-placed kisses and a slow, sensual lick to the underside of Kuroo's big toe didn't excite him as much as it did.
If someone were to label Oikawa's fascination with Kuroo's feet as some sort of 'foot fetish', he wouldn't exactly be able to refute their claim. The fact that he's so drawn to such a peculiar part of Kuroo's anatomy is more than enough for anyone to conclude that, but even though he can never find the right words to explain himself, he knows his odd sense of enchantment goes well beyond a simple fixation. It has to, especially when his unyielding desire to pepper Kuroo's feet in soft kisses and litter the tender flesh with dark love bites until he's turned Kuroo into a trembling mess of nerves has little to do with the actions themselves, and everything to do with the way Kuroo's body responds to him.
To his delight, it doesn't take long before Kuroo's sensitive body is already quivering underneath him, with his fingers curling into the sheets in what Oikawa knows is a desperate attempt to keep himself together, but the desire that's already flickering in his eyes confirms that he now has Kuroo right where he wants him.
For a split second, he entertains the notion of cutting his ministrations short and skipping straight to the main event, but Oikawa can't help but mentally scoff at such a ludicrous notion - hearing Kuroo's sweet voice as he begs for Oikawa's attention is special kind of drug that he can never get enough of, and Kuroo won't be satisfied unless Oikawa teases him to the brink of insanity, and drags every wanton moan and needy reaction from his body, one by one.
And honestly, Oikawa wouldn't have it any other way.
At long last, he sets Kuroo's foot back down on the bed with the utmost care, as if the limb is a cherished, yet delicate keepsake that could break into a thousand irreparable pieces if given even a hint of mistreatment. Again, their eyes meet, warm mocha staring down a rich mixture of hazel that burns with an insatiable lust that fuels the growing fire in the pit of his stomach. No words can describe just how much he yearns for Kuroo in that moment, and after placing one last kiss to Kuroo's foot (finding a patch of skin that isn't tinted a lovely shade of purple) he comes back up to finally capture Kuroo's lips in a passionate kiss, promising a long, pleasurable night ahead for them both.