(A/N) I don't know man MommaSuga

Oikawa Tooru batted his eyes at Kenma, who didn't seem to notice. He rolled around onto his back, giving his best modeling face. He rolled again, his head in Kenma's lap.

Nothing.

Oikawa rolled back onto his stomach and dropped his head into his palm.

Kenma didn't seem to notice anything when he was playing his games. Nothing. At all.

He pouted and huffed out through his nose, craning his neck to see what game was keeping Kenma so preoccupied.

"Kozuuuuuu-kunnn..." He whined, nuzzling Kenma's neck. "Why don't you pay attention to me."

Kenma gave him a brief side glance. "I am." He frowned slightly when his character took a significant amount of damage. "You can talk to me while I play."

Oikawa narrowed his eyes. "Kenma, I want you to look at meeeee!" He left sloppy kisses up and down Kenma's neck, and he fumbled with the controls.

"T-Tooru, you're so distracting." Kenma frowned as the giant dragon batted at him with his giant, long claws. He faced Oikawa. "There, I've looked at you. Now I wanna beat this, okay?"

Oikawa's eye twitched in annoyance. He snatched the toy from Kenma's hand and tossed it out of his reach on the other side of the bed. "There, now you have to pay attention to me..." Oikawa mocked sweetly, climbing atop him and showering Kenma's face with sloppy kisses. He pinned his wrists by his ears and stared down lovingly.

Kenma scrunched up his nose and frowned, pursing his lips. "Tooru, I wanted to play my game first-..." Oikawa muffled his words with his lips.

"Kozu-kun, I wanna play with you though.." He purred petting Kenma's cheek with the back of his hand. "I have a tasty little proposition.. If I loose, you get an entire day to play as many games as you want without me pestering you. A full 24 hours." Kenma's face lit up slightly, and Oikawa smiled. "But... Here's the catch... If I win I get an entire day without you playing or even touching a single game. A full 24 fucking hours." Oikawa grinned excitedly and Kenma frowned deeply, his brows furrowing.

"And what is this bet all about? Will I have to like physically exert myself?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Nnnnope!" Oikawa held the n and popped his p cutely.

Kenma sighed and rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'm in. How are we about to decide who wins?"

"Oh I was hoping you'd ask, kitten," Oikawa not his lip sexily, and leaned down. "I'm going to pleasure you. If you moan, you lose. If you don't you win. Isn't it yummy?" He whispered, his breath tickling Kenma's ears.

"T-Tooru! That's so dirty!" Kenma's eyes widened, and his face flushed.

Oikawa loved when Kenma blushed. "I'm dirty, and you like it." He chuckled when Kenma spluttered.

Oikawa yanked Kenma's shirt over his head, and began to unzip and unbutton Kenma's pants. He shimmied them off, leaving Kenma's favorite Nyan Cat boxers alone for the time being.

He smiled down at Kenma, his eyes glittering with love and lust and joy. Oikawa licked his lips as his eyes traveled over Kenma's dainty body. He dropped wet kisses on his neck, trailing up to Kenma's lips, and engulfed them in his.

Kenma pressed his knees together as Oikawa straddled him, putting all his weight in his knees so he didn't crush the smaller boy. Oikawa shoved a hand between Kenma's thighs as they kissed, gripping him gently and biting his lip. Oikawa moved down and spread Kenma's knees with his hands and Kenma resisted briefly.

Neck kissing and nibbles on his upper body didn't do shit, but biting and sucking his thighs could send him over edge due to his ticklishness and sensitivity there.

"What? Are you scared, Kozu-kun?" Oikawa replaced his hand with his knee, and took Kenma's cheeks in his hands and pulled him into another bruising kiss. He bit Kenma's lip, before pulling away. "Are you ready?" He waggled his eye brows and crawled backwards, sucking skin into his mouth, leaving red bites down his body.

Kenma squirmed under Oikawa's roaming and soft hands. He skipped over Kenma's bulge and approached his thighs. Kenma bit the inside of his cheek as Oikawa bit tantalizingly slow into the supple inner thigh.

Kenma's breath hitched, and a hand shot up to cover his mouth immediately. "Shit..." He gasped. "Fuck you Tooru, this isn't even fair~!" Kenma's words were cut off by another gasp, and he shut his mouth before his voice betrayed him.

Oikawa grinned mischievously and slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Kenma's boxers,  revealing Kenma's arousal.

"Oh, dirty Kozu-kun, tsk... You're hard already, I haven't even touched it." Oikawa batted his eyes at Kenma before licking the length of the member.

Kenma sucked in a breath, causing a slight hissing sound. "You're so cute, kitten.. I just wanna eat... you... up!" Oikawa wrapped his lips around the head, and slowly dipped his head further down until the cock entered his throat, and he added suction, bobbing his head and hollowing out his cheeks.

He pulled he head up. "Kozu-kun, I know you wanna make a noise... I wanna hear you moan..." He cooed, and flicked his tongue across the tip, and Kenma quivered.

"Fuck off, I'm gonna win," Kenma rasped, grasping the pillow behind his head and clenching his small fists and jaw as Oikawa took Kenma into his mouth again.

"You're so cute Kenma..." Oikawa teased, lazily taking his entire middle finger in his mouth, lathering it with saliva. He pulled it out and slid his hand to Kenma's entrance, prodding and poking until his finger slipped inside. "And tight... I'm surprised, considering how much I fuck you until you can't walk."

Kenma arched his hips, a soft moan escaping his lips. Oikawa beamed and captured Kenma's lips in a kiss. "I win..." Oikawa said, his lips swollen and moist.

Kenma groaned. "Dammit, that was rigged."

"Double or nothing?" Oikawa suggested, and continued to pump his finger.

"Let's go," Kenma breathed, and before he could even say 'Tooru,' Oikawa rolled him onto his stomach and pulled his hips into position.

"I'm gonna win." Oikawa challenged.

Kenma kept the side of his face pressed into the pillow, and his eyes widened a bit. He was definitely gonna loose.

Wet noises filled the room as Oikawa prepped his cock with lubricant, and pressed the head against Kenma's entrance.

"Will you at least beg?" He asked sweetly, and Kenma frowned.

"Don't push it..."

Oikawa shrugged, and pressed further into Kenma, who's breath caught as he gasped.

Once Oikawa fit himself completely in, he thrusted into Kenma with a outlandishly gentle and tortuous pace.

Without thinking, Kenma grinned, panting with each pump. "I think I might win this time..." He mumbled.

Oikawa hesitated a second and tilted his head. "Oh, oh, is that so, kitten?" He asked leaning forward and grasping his shoulder tightly. Kenma shivered, Oikawa's voice was calculating and lustful.

Kenma made a crucial mistake.

Oikawa leaned back leisurely, pulling Kenma up by his shoulder. Oikawa wouldn't pull Kenma's hair, so his shoulder was the next best thing.

He languidly arranged himself, before pulling back and pushing back in hard and fast. Kenma cried out, his voice strangled as Oikawa hit his prostate perfectly. Oikawa seemed to have memorized the exact placement.

Oikawa thrusted and pulled Kenma back onto him, basking in the precious mewls of pleasure pouring from Kenma's lips.

"I... win... Kozu... kun..." He growled out, his words broken up by his own pants and the liquid squelching of the contact.

It didn't take long for the mess known as Kenma to come, his cock twitching and releasing, and he went limp, and Oikawa finished seconds later. He dissolved into his pleasure, and curled around a quaking Kenma.

"I know I won, twice, but I am a merciful, beautiful, smart-..." Oikawa spoke into Kenma's hair.

"Yes? I get it you're great, what's your point?" Kenma interrupted.

"How rude, Kozu-kun, I was gonna say you can play with your games but maybe-.." Kenma cut him off with a quick peck.

"I love you..."

Oikawa's eyes widened and became bleary. "I love you too..."