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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Kasamatsu_Yukio/Kise_Ryouta
  Character:
      Kise_Ryouta, Kasamatsu_Yukio
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Somnophilia, Barebacking, Rimming,
      Underage_Sex
  Series:
      Part 18 of 30_Day_Winter_Challenge
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-08 Words: 1077
****** Day 18: Sleep ******
by xsilverdreamsx
Summary
     Day 18: Sleep
Notes
     I have a lot of KasaKise/KiseKasa feels, apparently.
     Written for the 30_day_winter_fic_challenge.
     Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, am playing in the sandbox, etc
     etc.
The first snow of the season arrives, falling slowly from the skies, covering
everything with a thin blanket of white. Outside, the sky is still dark, the
air cold and dry as the neighbourhood continues to sleep, too early for the day
to begin just yet.
Inside Kasamatsu’s room, it’s warm and pleasant. Kise watches as Kasamatsu
snores lightly, his mouth opened a little as he sleeps. It’s almost adorable,
Kise thinks, and he wonders if he should take a picture of this with his phone.
(Thinking of Kasamatsu’s reaction when he finds out dampens Kise’s enthusiasm a
little, and he wisely leaves his phone untouched.)
Kise can’t help but smile a little as he recalls the events of the previous
night, when he had heard rumours of Kasamatsu dating someone. Kise had been
shocked to hear it, and even more dumbfounded when he had discovered his own
feelings for Kasamatsu.
He couldn’t stand aside and let that Kasamatsu slip away from his fingers like
that.
But it had all been a misunderstanding, a fact discovered right after Kise’s
confession, and to Kise’s amazement, Kasamatsu had blushed and admitted his own
feelings for Kise too.
Kise had been too shocked to believe it, but then Kasamatsu had pressed Kise’s
hand against his own chest, letting him feel the warm skin beneath his fingers,
the fast beating of his heart.
According to Kasamatsu, he only felt this way around Kise, and no one else.
Proof that he was telling the truth about his feelings.
Kise recalls how Kasamatsu had looked when Kise had pushed him down onto the
bed before kissing him; how Kasamatsu had kissed back, his mouth hot and
desperate. How Kise had spread Kasamatsu’s legs apart and pressed slicked
fingers into him, while Kasamatsu gasped and moaned in pleasure.
Kise had wanted to continue on; he wanted to watch as Kasamatsu came from
nothing but his fingers, but then Kasamatsu had whimpered, beautiful and needy
and Kise was scrambling to slick himself up.
“Sempai, I need to, I’m sorry,” he had whispered, before pushing his cock in
slowly. He had been overwhelmed by how tight Kasamatsu felt, how good it was,
surrounded by his heat and he wanted to push in all the way, to fuck into
Kasamatsu hard and fast and fill him up completely.
But then Kasamatsu had cried out, and Kise had frozen, afraid that he had hurt
Kasamatsu. Before he could pull out, Kasamatsu had wrapped his legs around his
waist (Kise considers for a brief moment that Kasamatsu is a lot more flexible
than Kise realizes, a fact that he stores away for the future) and glared at
him.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he had gritted out, and Kise nodded, obeying his
captain.
They had lost themselves in the heat and pleasure that had followed.
Asleep, Kasamatsu’s face looks a little different. Kise is used to Kasamatsu
frowning at him, showing him a multitude of expressions ranging from pained to
annoyance and sometimes even a “why me?” face, but today is the first time that
Kise sees him being truly relaxed, the eyebrows looking less intimidating and
angry.
Seized by a brief impulse, Kise traces those eyebrows, surprised at how soft
they are, before briefly resting his palm against his cheek.
Kasamatsu stirs, his lips moving slightly. Kise freezes, not wanting to wake
him up just yet.
Several seconds pass, and the light snores indicate that Kasamatsu is still,
obviously, fast asleep, and Kise relaxes.
The blanket that they had been sharing earlier falls away easily, sliding over
surprisingly pale skin. Kise is filled with a strange desire to lean down and
run his tongue along it, to taste what perfection feels like, to leave marks
behind, signifying that, yes, this is his now.
Kasamatsu sleeps on, unaware of Kise’s thoughts.
Kise leans close, kissing the top of Kasamatsu’s shoulder. He opens his mouth,
flicking his tongue out to taste the skin. Slightly salty from dried sweat,
it’s not unpleasant, and Kise continues along Kasamatsu’s back, leaving behind
a wet trail of saliva. His tongue traces the smooth, pale skin, the slight
bumps of his spines, following the way his back curves and dips until he pauses
at Kasamatsu’s entrance, where he’s still wet and loose from the previous
night.
Kise adjusts his position and settles between Kasamatsu’s legs, pushing apart
his cheeks slightly before leaning in to press his tongue around the area,
licking it.
Kasamatsu whimpers in his sleep.
Fueled by the desire to take him apart, to hear more similar noises from him,
Kise sucks on his own finger, coating with with as much saliva as possible
before pressing into Kasamatsu. He can hear Kasamatsu’s breathing grow louder
and heavier, and he flicks his tongue out, tracing around the entrance.
“Kise?” Kasamatsu sounds confused, his voice still groggy from sleep. “What-
ahhh - fuck, what are you- ahhh - “ his words cut off abruptly as Kise pushes
his tongue into him, joining the finger that is already exploring and searching
inside.
“Fuck,” he can hear Kasamatsu breath out, before his hips begin to move,
grinding himself against the bed.
Kise’s chin is dripping with saliva, as he fucks into Kasamatsu with his
tongue, eager to draw every whimper out. It’s when he finds Kasamatsu’s
prostate, and presses against it that Kasamatsu wails, high-pitched and
desperate in a way that Kise has never heard before.
“Kise, please,” he hears Kasamatsu begging, practically sobbing as he ruts
desperately against the sheets.
Ignoring his pleas, Kise continues licking into him, this time adding a second
finger next to the first one. It’s not long before Kasamatsu cries out and
comes all over his sheets.
Kise pulls away and leans back, reaching for his own erection, desperate to get
off. He’s barely gotten two strokes in when he hears the bed creak as Kasamatsu
moves, scrambling over to bat Kise’s hand away.
“Sempai,” Kise whispers in dismay - surely Kasamatsu isn’t mad at him for,
well, going at him in his sleep - but then Kasamatsu is leaning down and
wrapping his mouth around Kise’s cock.
It doesn’t take him long before he comes, spilling into Kasamatsu’s mouth.
Avoiding the wet spot, they crawl back under the thick blanket. Kasamatsu, Kise
discovers, cuddles in his sleep, and Kise is only too glad to wrap his arms
around him pulling him against Kise’s chest.
The day can wait, he thinks, as sleep overcomes him once more.
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