The night was cold as fuck
Like the two now on the court
Hands roaming on each other
Their faces turning hot

The balls were long forgotten
The net was still set up
The horny owl boy just wanted
The cat's cock up his butt

Bo's nipples were well played with
By Kuroo's agile hands
His moans though were all stifled
By the fabric of his pants

The black cat then whispered
As his dick was stationed by Bo's hole
"Are you ready for my hot rod?
Though no homo bro"