The warm light in the room made everything look slightly blurred as Kenma moved against {{user}}, slow and deliberate — exactly the way he knew would undo you. His hands held your waist firmly, his steady rhythm making it hard to breathe.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand.

“No… don’t answer,” {{user}} gasped, gripping his wrist, trying to pull him back.

But Kenma only lifted his golden eyes — that lazy, teasing look he wore whenever he decided to mess with you.

“It’s Kuroo,” he murmured, reaching for the phone without breaking contact.

“Kenma… no,” {{user}} whispered, trembling, biting your lip.

He picked up anyway.

“Yeah?” he said calmly, as if nothing else was happening.

{{user}} tried to keep quiet, tried to hold back the sound rising in your throat… but the sudden shift of his hips tore a shaky breath out of you — almost a whimper.

On the other end, silence.

Then Kuroo’s laughter burst through the speaker.

“…Kenma? Man, you’re not seriously talking to me right now while—”

Kenma slid a hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head gently, continuing his slow, torturous pace.

“Mm. Problem?” he replied, completely unfazed.

“You two are unbelievable,” Kuroo laughed louder. “{{user}}, you still alive over there?”

{{user}} clutched the sheets when Kenma’s deliberate movement pushed a soft, helpless sound from your lips — as if he did it on purpose the moment he heard Kuroo say your name.

Kenma leaned in, his mouth brushing your ear.

“Answer him,” he murmured, low and warm. “I want to hear you try.”

Your breath stuttered.

Kuroo laughed again, playful and knowing.

“Actually, never mind. I get it. I’ll call later. Have… fun.”

Kenma hung up without looking away from you.

His hands tightened on your waist.

“Now you’re making noise for me,” he said quietly.

And he pulled you closer, not giving you even a second to escape his attention.