A/N: Haikyuu! (kuroken, ler Kuroo + armpits focus) - 14: "Your hands are so much larger than mine."

Large Hands

Pairing: KuroKen

It was a cold Sunday night, and Kuroo and Kenma sat huddled together on the couch, sharing a blanket and watching some lame comedy show.

Bored because of Kuroo's strange preference in TV programs, Kenma leaned against him, his hands playing with one of Kuroo's big hands.

If it hadn't been this cold, he would have been playing a game right now, but his phone and consoles were still charging since he had played games all day, and it was too chilly to get from under the blankets to get them. Besides, it felt warm and comfy against Kuroo's warm body.

"What are you doing?" Kuroo asked without looking away from the screen. Kenma was leaning his head against Kuroo's shoulder and curiously played with his hand, holding it with his own small hands and tracing one finger around the palm of Kuroo's hand.

"Kenma. It tickles," Kuroo mumbled when he didn't get a reply.

"Your hands are much larger than mine." It came out as a mumble, and Kuroo swallowed a giggle and tried to pull his hand free.

"I know right? But this really tickles, stop it," Kuroo said, trying to pull his hand free.

"Gotta bear with it," Kenma said, and Kuroo looked at him in surprise. Kenma continued to draw little patterns on his hand, and Kuroo smirked despite the itchy tickles.

"Getting cheeky now, kitten?" he asked, smiling fondly when he noticed how Kenma's usual serious expression actually looked kind of playful: a small smile and a blush on his face. But there was no reply.

"Alright, then let me show you just how much larger my hands actually are." Kenma squeaked when Kuroo's other hand wrapped its long fingers around his wrist, and up went his arm. Kenma yelped in shock, let go of Kuroo's hand and tried to pull himself free, but Kuroo caught him with ease and up went the other.

Kenma let out a small cry and tried to twist free, but this only caused him to fall back against Kuroo's chest, both arms over his head and trapped with one of Kuroo's huge hands.

"Gotcha," Kuroo laughed.

"Alright, you've proven your point. You can let go now," Kenma said in a monotonous voice, but then he gasped when Kuroo's other hand was brought to his waist, sneaking up his shirt and fingers trailing a ticklish path up his stomach.

"K-Kuroo, that tickles," Kenma mumbled, holding his breath and squirming.

"That, it does," Kuroo replied playfully and continued to tickle him with slow, teasing movements of his fingers.

"Kurohaha!" The first squeaky giggles came out once Kuroo had reached Kenma's side, squeezing repeatedly and moving his shirt up until his ribs.

He then made a claw of his hand and grabbed Kenma's skinny ribs firmly, digging his fingers in the bare flesh and feeling his precious boyfriend twitch and jerk at the touch.

"Hahaha nohoho! It tickles s-stop haha!" Kenma arched his back and squirmed, hanging weakly in Kuroo's hold, but this only inspired him to move his hand up and scratch at the exposed skin of Kenma's now outstretched underarm.

"Gotta bear with it kitten," Kuroo teased, and Kenma squealed when he dug his fingers in his armpit,.The hand that held Kenma's hands together had to tighten its grip on him, because Kenma was now really getting hysterical.

The poor guy kicked his legs, throwing off the blanket and couch cushions, and he leaned against Kuroo's chest while uncontrollable giggles bubbled from his throat.

"Eehehe n-no fair! Kuroohoho not there - aaahh!" Kenma turned his head and buried his face in his arm, laughing hysterically because of the merciless armpit tickling. Kuroo chuckled at his cuteness, and he quickly released his hands so he could attack his other armpit as well.

Kenma was too late to react, so by the time he moved his arms back down, Kuroo's hand was already trapped in his armpit, fingers wiggling and scratching mischievously.

"What's the matter kitten? Got some ticklish armpits don't you?" Kuroo teased, and Kenma squeaked adorably, pulling up his knees and twisting in his lover's grip.

"I cahahan't breathe! Kuroooo!" Kenma whined, but Kuroo kept wiggling his fingers in both his armpits, laughing at his cute boyfriend's useless attempt at escaping.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" he sang, and Kenma's laughter grew even more panicked and hysterical.

"AAAHha nonono Kuroooo! S-stohohop!" His voice was so squeaky and high-pitched that it was totally un-Kenma-like, and too bad for Kenma he found himself entranced by the situation.

He lazily leaned his head on top of Kenma's, watching some of the TV again but most of his distracted mind was focused on his ticklish boyfriend who was writhing in his grip.

"No moooore hehehe n-no more! Kuroo!" Smirking, Kuroo finally slowed down his wiggling fingers, and Kenma's body that had tensed up completely with his arms firmly squeezed against his sides, finally relaxed again.

"N-no more," he repeated breathlessly, slowly removing his elbows from his sides so Kuroo could move his hands out of his armpits.

"But I was having so much fun," Kuroo sighed, and he teasingly wiggled his fingers one more time, causing Kenma to tense back up and squeak.

"No! L-let go of me!" he panted, blushing in embarrassment.

"I just like using my big hands to tickle you to tears, kitten," Kuroo said, and he used one hand to playfully pet his head.

"I'm not tickled to tears," Kenma replied with a hoarse voice, and he immediately froze. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. Turning his head and looking up at Kuroo, he even gave his evil boyfriend the confirmation of his tearless eyes, and his eyes widened.

"No tears huh? Gotta do something about that," Kuroo said, and before Kenma could even protest, Kuroo tackled him down, switcing to a position in which he was straddling him, one hand back to pinning his arms above his head and one hand tickling the hell out of him.

Kenma's hysterical laughter once more sounded through their apartment, and by the time Kuroo was finished with him, he was sure to have shed a tear or two.

"That's what you get for acting cheeky towards me, kitten. But sure you already knew," Kuroo told his now totally breathless and exhausted boyfiend, and he lightly tickled and petted his stomach. Kenma squirmed and giggled, cuddling against him tiredly and closing his teary eyes.

True, this wasn't the first time Kuroo tickled him to death for having an attitude. But maybe, maaaybe he couldn't help but ask for it sometimes. At least the tickling had totally warmed him up!