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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Haizaki_Shougo/Kuroko_Tetsuya
  Character:
      Haizaki_Shougo, Kuroko_Tetsuya, Akashi_Seijuurou_mention
  Additional Tags:
      Teikou_Era, Smut, Angst, Swearing, Dirty_Talk, Loss_of_Virginity,
      Fingering, Riding, Drug_Use, Drug-Induced_Sex, Alcohol, Drunk_Sex, Drunk
      confessions, Haizaki's_POV, Bottom_Kuroko_Tetsuya, Marijuana, Kuroko
      going_downhill, Spanking, Rimming, Out_of_Character, Non-conclusive
      Ending, sad_undertones, Past_Tense, Actually_a_pretty_sad_story_with_lots
      of_smut, probably_super_out_of_character_actually, i_need_church
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-15 Words: 1822
****** A Taste That Lingers ******
by therealmoyashi
Summary
     I couldn't say anything, and that was alright because he didn't want
     an answer.
     I'll never forget the way that tasted.
     Yeah, I thought, he ruined me.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
I had selfish intentions at first.
It was easy. He was an easy target.
Or I guess that’s what I thought at the time.
He seemed naive and hopeful. There was a purity behind those kind eyes that saw
the best in people. The best in me, if such a thing even existed. He told me I
was good on the inside, and I called him an idiot as a response, said he must
be out of his damn mind. It was agonizing to realize I had this soft spot for
him, though. I’d never admit it.
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When he told me he was a virgin, I knew I had to be the one to take it. It was
just in my nature. Fucking and fighting, the only two things I was good at
besides basketball. I’d fucked plenty of chicks, and I won’t deny I knew my way
around a guy. I fuck who I want, and me being Tetsuya’s first would just
satisfy the hell out of me. I wanted to see the horror on everyone’s face when
they found out, when they saw their dearest phantom sixth player marked,
bruised, and bit up like some used up toy. Man that’d be hot as hell.
I was gonna make his first time amazing. I wanted to blow his damn mind so he’d
always come back for more.
I just had to wait.
When we finally ended up hooking up, I told no one.
I couldn't have anyone know.
We were always making out on my couch. My shitty couch with the stuffing
bulging out and about a thousand cigarette burn holes. My house reeked but he
never complained, not even once.
It was always my place, seeing as it’s usually always just us two. Who knew
drunk parents passed the fuck out would be a blessing?
He was so hot, in my lap, straddling me, making these hushed little noises when
I took a hard bite at his baby soft skin. You’d touch him too hard and he’d
bruise, so just imagine that neck of his when I was done with it. A
masterpiece.
And that wasn’t even the best of it. What was even hotter was the marks you
couldn’t see, the ones around his perky little nipples, the ones down his
abdomen. They’d go down even further if he let me.
“Let me fuck you,” I whispered, biting his soft earlobe and making sure to
squeeze his ass nice and hard.
“Not yet,” he almost moaned.
“When?”
“Soon…”
It went on like that for weeks. He was such a tease.
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When we fucked, I took my time for once. I waited so long, so why the hell not?
My room was clean, the sheets smelled nice, I even had a damn vanilla candle
lit because I had a theory that’d get him going. I was half-tempted to drip the
hot wax on his chest just to see if he’d like it. Damn, I wanted to go crazy
with him.
I had him splayed out before me, all bare for my eyes only. He looked damn
good.
Before we knew it, I had him turned around, face down into the pillow and ass
raised up in the air, legs spread. My face was buried tongue-first in his ass
and he was almost sobbing, restraining himself from rocking back on my tongue.
He loved it.
“Ohmygod…oh god…ah…” he gasped, panting and out of breath.
He was so embarrassed. I’ve never seen his face so red.
He gasped as I dripped this scented lube between his ass cheeks, wondering what
my next move was. I was rubbing over his entrance with my thumb, circling
around it teasingly, not quite penetrating but just enough to make him
impatient and flustered.
“H-Haizaki-kun…”
“Yeah, babe?” I asked, licking the thumb that was just rubbing his hole.
He face got impossibly redder.
“Don’t lick it your thumb like that…”
“You wanna lick it instead?”
I teased his plump, bitten lips with my thumb and he complied by opening them
up and accepting what I had to offer. He acts timid but now I'm seeing it's all
just a front.
What else does he like, I wonder?
That question was circulating in my head as I finger-fucked him until he was
rocking back, begging for it.
I decided to add one more.
He almost came.
When I entered him, I knew I fucked up. I really fucked up. Because the sex
blew my mind even though I said I wanted to blow his. How could I go back to
one night stands and sleazy hook-ups when the tightest ass I've ever felt could
be riding my dick if I only asked? That thought scared me. I ruined it for
myself. He ruined me.
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We used to get high wherever we wanted. My room, that old couch, the park, one
time on the school rooftop. It wasn't easy to get him to at least try it. But
after one messed up day of practice he gave in and watched curiously as I
rolled a joint.
He was funny as hell when stoned. I couldn't stop laughing as he took one hit
and almost coughed up a lung. It hit him pretty fast though, and soon all he
wanted to do was talk about was milkshakes.
“Make me one…”
“Like hell I can use the blender right now. We only have chocolate ice cream
anyway.”
“Unacceptable.”
He leaned on my shoulder and said he wanted a nap.
“What a waste of a perfectly good high.”
“Don't make fun of me.”
“It's too easy.”
“I feel strange,” he sighed, closing his eyes.
“That's how you know it's working.”
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Akashi knew something was up sooner or later. The look in his eyes when Tetsuya
and I got too close was menacing. His eyes couldn't miss a thing.
He was what I couldn’t be. I wanted to break him just for the fun of it. Turns
out he didn’t need me around for that to happen. The so called ‘Generation of
Miracles’ went ahead and did that job for me. Seeing that happen from the
sidelines fucked me up.
It fucked Tetsuya up to.
You ever wonder what an angel looks like as it’s falling?
It was Tetsuya.
In slow motion, he was watching the atmospheres change above him, launched
deeper and deeper towards the earth but not yet making that final crash. But
what do I know? I'm not a fucking poet.
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We still fucked after I got booted from the team. It was different, though. At
first I was aggressive, but as the time passed I found that he was almost
insatiable. He was pissed. He needed a release.
“More…” he begged when I slapped his ass nice and hard, my cock still in his
ass, unmoving. “Please move.”
Polite as always.
I gave it to him hard until he pleaded for me to cum inside him. I stopped
wearing condoms after he made me get tested. I'd do anything he asked if it
meant getting to cum inside him.
We were exclusively fucking for a while. Neither of us questioned what we were
to each other. That was fine, but it also wasn't.
I think it tore him up inside, but he never complained. Not even once.
He wanted to get high every week. I didn't have a problem with that. He was
dealing with some shit he didn't wanna talk about, so I smoked him out until he
was he was too far gone to remember.
“Stop smoking cigarettes,” he nagged, stoned out of his mind.
“Says the one who just smoked a bowl.”
“I feel good.”
“I know.”
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He was picking up my bad habits while I was picking up a milkshake for him on
the daily. Although he hated the taste of cigarettes and beer, he could still
get pretty fucked up on a cocktail or two. Drunk Tetsuya was different than
high Tetsuya, but I think I preferred drunk Tetsuya once I saw it. We were
drunk off our asses at the beach at sunset. He had a milkshake in hand that may
or may not have been filled a fourth of the way with Bailey’s. He said he could
hardly taste it at that point.
With American hip-hop and rap blasting from my phone, I watched as he swayed
drunkenly, feet dancing around in the shallow water of the shore.
“What’re they singin’ bout…?” He asked, referring to the English lyrics. He
never stopped moving his body, as if he was putting on a little show just for
me. My eyes were glued to the way his ass looked in those rolled up jeans.
“Drugs and fuckin’.”
I took a swig of my beer. Lost count of how many I downed. All I knew was I was
a goner and Tetsuya was tempting me in every way with the lazy sway of his
hips.
“Mm...you...wan’ do that?” He slurred.
“Huh,” I grunted, questioning.
“Drugs ‘n fucking…”
It was the first time I heard him utter a profanity in my life. That alone
sobered me up for a split second before the alcohol rushed straight back into
my foggy brain.
I tossed the beer bottle into the waves of the ocean and made up my mind real
fast.
“Hell yeah.”
He straddled my lap as I took a hit from my pipe. It was so hard to concentrate
with that devilish mouth biting up my neck, I almost burnt my finger on the
lighter.
“Keep tempting me and I'll fuck your ass raw.”
“Mmm, might like it though…” he muttered with the roll of his hips.
“God damn it, Tetsuya.”
He rode my cock on the beach, just us in the sand after dark with no one around
to witness our public indecency. He was so loud this time, all the chemicals in
our system making it hard to show restraint. He looked so good bouncing up and
down my dick like it was the only thing he needed to survive.
When he came, he went almost limp, so I flipped our positions and finished
inside him like he would've begged me drunk or sober.
We laid there in the sand for a while. I zipped up my pants a while earlier but
he was still bare from the waist down with my cum running down his thighs onto
the sand. He was still catching his breath. Our faces were close.
“‘M ‘n love with you,” he slurred, shutting his eyes.
I was silent of course. What could I say? Yeah, same, let's become official and
act like a real couple even though all we ever do is fuck and mess around.
Sounds good.
I couldn't say anything, and that was alright because he didn't want an answer.
I'll never forget the way that tasted.
Yeah, I thought, he ruined me.
End Notes
     The ending of this story can be up to the reader, but it's hinted
     that Kuroko and Haizaki have a falling out. Kuroko gets clean,
     Haizaki doesn't. High school happens and Kuroko moves on while
     Haizaki will always be bitter.
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