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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Kagami_Taiga/Kuroko_Tetsuya
  Character:
      Kagami_Taiga, Kuroko_Tetsuya
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, No_Plot/Plotless, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Inline_with_canon, Established_Relationship
  Series:
      Part 3 of Moonlight
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-14 Words: 4054
****** Overheated ******
by tastewithouttalent
Summary
     "'How dizzy are you actually?' Kagami asks without looking away from
     Kuroko’s face." Kuroko is a better actor than he gets credit for, and
     Kagami takes what is offered.
It takes Kagami a few minutes to catch on. After all, Kuroko looks overheated;
his cheeks are flushed with the high red of illness, and his eyes are out of
focus, and even when Kagami moves to help him out of the pool he barely takes
any of his own weight, although his feet are moving in an attempt to catch his
balance that is always a second too late to achieve anything. It’s fine, it’s
not like Kagami couldn’t pick him up entirely if he needs to, and it’s kind of
nice to have Kuroko’s arm looped around his shoulders, to have an excuse to
hold the smaller boy up against him while they move inside towards the cooler
temperature indoors.
He doesn’t suspect anything other than the stated reason even after they get
inside, even after Kuroko’s footing steadies significantly. It’s not until the
fingers draped loosely around Kagami’s neck shift to drag up over the damp edge
of collarbone and slide against the side of his neck, that he realizes. His own
steps stutter as he glances down, but Kuroko’s not looking at him; he still
look glazed, still has that faint tinge over his cheeks, but the touch at
Kagami’s neck is definitely intentional, and the weight around the redhead’s
shoulders is more token now than anything.
“How dizzy are you actually?” Kagami asks without looking away from Kuroko’s
face.
The other boy’s spine straightens. The haze fades from his gaze as he cuts his
eyes sideways, there’s a faint suggestion of a smile at the corner of his
mouth. “Less than I thought.”
“I’m sure you were very concerned,” Kagami deadpans. He tightens his hold on
Kuroko’s waist, pulls the other’s shoulder in against his chest so he can feel
the pressure of Kuroko’s body through his thin t-shirt and tips his head in so
he’s speaking against damp blue hair. “You had better not go back out right
away.”
“No,” Kuroko agrees. He leans into Kagami’s hold, slides the fingers against
the other boy’s neck up higher, to the back of the redhead’s ear. His voice
stays perfectly steady. “I wouldn’t want to have another dizzy spell.”
“Mm,” Kagami hums in incoherent agreement. “You should probably lie down for a
bit.”
“At least a few minutes,” Kuroko says against Kagami’s shirt. His hand dips
down under the collar of Kagami’s damp shirt to stroke along his shoulderblade.
Kagami is aware on a distant level that neither of them are making any pretense
of supporting each other anymore, but there’s no one around and he’s pushing
Kuroko’s shirt up and sliding his fingers over the other’s stomach, and he can
feel Kuroko shudder even if it doesn’t translate into his voice. “Ten minutes,
at least. Maybe fifteen.”
“Five,” Kagami growls into his hair. “We can manage in five.”
He’s lost the thread of the excuse along the way, but Kuroko doesn’t protest,
just sucks in a sharp breath and curves himself in closer to the redhead and
repeats back, “Five,” like it’s a promise.
The remaining steps to the actual room the team is staying in should feel like
an eternity, but neither of them are being particularly careful about
propriety, and that helps speed the time. By the time they actually make it
through the door Kuroko’s fingers are dragging along Kagami’s spine, and
Kagami’s mouth is somewhere in the vicinity of Kuroko’s neck, and they’re both
flushed and panting.
“Did you --” Kagami starts as Kuroko throws out an arm to fumble the door open
and they both stumble inside.
“In my bag,” the other answers before Kagami has even finished his sentence.
He’s twisting away, his hand is sliding free of Kagami’s shirt so he can manage
to pull the door shut again, and Kagami’s reaching out for him, whining more
desperately than he intended to sound but totally unable to call the sound back
once it’s started. Luckily Kuroko’s coming back, faster now that they’re mostly
in private, moving so fast he seems to teleport himself to the taller boy so
he’s pulling Kagami’s shirt up over his head before the redhead even realizes
he’s back.
“Don’t do that,” he protests, lifting his arms to assist Kuroko’s motions.
“Take your clothes off?” Kuroko’s voice asks from the other side of his shirt.
Kagami grimaces and tugs free, comes back in to grab at the smaller boy’s hips
and drag him in closer while Kuroko is still tossing his shirt aside.
“No.” He hisses the sound against Kuroko’s ear, licks along the edge of it for
good measure, and Kuroko immediately repays his efforts by whimpering and
reaching out to cling to his arms. “Don’t do that misdirection thing on me. I
don’t like losing track of you.”
“Sorry.” Kuroko even sounds faintly sorry, though it’s hard to be sure with how
muffled his words are against Kagami’s chest. He parts his lips, licks a path
across skin, scrapes his teeth against a nipple so Kagami jerks and groans. “I
forget I’m doing it.”
“‘S okay,” Kagami manages. He pushes up against fabric, rucks Kuroko’s shirt up
under his fingers, and the other boy’s hands are sliding in around him and
tracing up his spine and he does hate to interrupt that, but he has priorities
right now and Kuroko’s still wearing way too much. Kagami steps back, pulls on
the clothing, and Kuroko doesn’t have much choice but to lift his arms and let
the other tug his damp shirt off him. “I’m not going to lose you now.”
He means it literally, just that it’s hard to forget Kuroko’s there when he’s
actually got him under his hands, but Kuroko’s chin tips up so he can look at
Kagami’s face, and when the smaller boy says, “No, you won’t,” Kagami’s spine
tingles with the excess of implication laid over Kuroko’s approximation of
monotone. He’s not sure if he wants to protest the intensity or purr in
satisfaction at the reassurance, so rather than making a decision he just grabs
at Kuroko’s hips, pulls the other boy in against him and covers his mouth with
his own to prevent any further declarations. That’s enough, from the way Kuroko
leans into him; then there are fingers tracing up the skin of his back, and
Kuroko’s knee is sliding between his legs, and the other boy is angling his
weight to pull them both down to the futon underneath them.
“Whose bed is this?” Kagami thinks to ask as Kuroko’s shoulders hit the bed. He
pulls back from the kiss but leans back in to rake his teeth over Kuroko’s
shoulder, the hot-springs wet and the faint salt of sweat and the pull of
Kuroko’s skin itself all coming together on his tongue to wipe out his
awareness of their surroundings.
“I don’t know,” Kuroko is saying, but more importantly he’s arching up off the
mattress, curving his spine to dig his hips up into Kagami’s desperate fingers
so it’s easy for the redhead to catch at the edge of cloth and push the other
boy’s shorts down his legs. “Not mine.”
“Or mine,” Kagami offers. “I’m in the corner next to you.”
“Yeah,” Kuroko is saying, but his fingers are closing on Kagami’s hair and
pulling the redhead up from the slow drag down his body he’s making as he
slides the other boy’s shorts down. “Just don’t get too messy, it’ll be fine.”
“Easy for you to say,” Kagami growls, but he’s got Kuroko’s clothes down around
his knees and the other boy lets his hold on Kagami’s hair go so he can help
with the motion. With Kuroko taking over the easy part Kagami is free to trail
his fingers across the sharp line of Kuroko’s hip, down over the top of his
thigh and across, up the underside of his cock so the redhead can feel the
twitch of response before Kuroko takes a sharp hissing breath of reaction. “You
can just leave it to me to figure out what to do.”
“I’ll stay on my back,” Kuroko volunteers. His voice is remarkably level but
it’s still shaking harder than Kagami has heard before; he’s stripped his
shorts off, tossed them aside to be forgotten, and now one of his legs is
coming up to catch against Kagami’s hip while his fingers dig up into the other
boy’s hair. “It’ll be easier that way. Just get the bottle from my bag, it’s in
the front pocket.” He throws out a hand to indicate, precise in his gesture
even though his hand is visibly shaking with heat or adrenaline or desire or
some combination of all three.
The instructions don’t really help Kagami. Part of it is that he’s already
distracted, thinking too hard about the next minute to focus adequately on the
present, and part of it is that when he lets Kuroko go in favor of reaching for
the other boy’s bag Kuroko wiggles down over the bed, slides himself down and
starts to tug Kagami’s shorts off, so his breath is blowing warm against the
redhead’s stomach and his fingers are questing intimately low while Kagami is
trying to stay focused.
“Tetsuya,” he starts, maybe to encourage and maybe to protest, and lips press
in against his skin and Kuroko licks his hip, and Kagami very nearly loses his
balance and falls onto the smaller boy. The groan he makes is intended to get
the other boy to stop and has the opposite effect; Kuroko pushes Kagami’s
shorts down sideways off one hip, scrapes his teeth against the other boy’s
skin, and Kagami grabs at the strap of Kuroko’s bag to drag it towards him
before he can become entirely distracted. Even then, it’s hard to keep his mind
on what he’s looking for, and Kuroko’s instructions are totally forgotten when
the other boy starts to kiss his way down from Kagami’s hip to his cock. It’s
easy to just upend the bag, let snacks and a book and clothes tumble out over
the until-then tidy floor so Kagami can just see and grab at the bottle he’s
looking for.
Kuroko must be paying attention, because Kagami just gets his fingers on the
lube when Kuroko’s mouth closes around his length and the other boy slides heat
and wet and friction down so Kagami groans and has to twist sideways as he
falls so as not to crush the smaller boy under his weight. At least that frees
his hand, so he can dig it into Kuroko’s pale hair and draw an appreciative hum
from the back of the other boy’s throat. Kagami doesn’t urge him on but Kuroko
doesn’t seem to need any further encouragement; his fingers close against
Kagami’s hips, and he slides his mouth down over Kagami’s length, and then he
does something, moves his tongue to lick against the other boy or maybe sucks
over him, and Kagami shudders and manages, “Okay, okay, stop.”
He doesn’t sound like he means it, and for a moment Kuroko doesn’t listen, just
makes a noise in the back of his throat that Kagami can feel vibrate clear back
to his spine and comes in farther. But Kagami whines, and pulls against
Kuroko’s hair, and the smaller boy slides off and blinks up at Kagami with an
expression that is pointedly calm in lieu of actual disappointment.
“Don’t you like me sucking you off?” he asks in that same perpetually level
tone, and Kagami’s throat decides a whimper is the best response to this.
Kuroko’s mouth turns up in a faint smile; Kagami forces his voice to obey him,
just long enough so he can grate out, “You know I do,” and pulls Kuroko up
across his body so the other boy’s mouth is less distractingly positioned.
“That’s the problem.”
Kuroko is smiling, faint for anyone else but a grin on him, and Kagami can’t
resist that temptation at all. Kuroko’s mouth is soft under his as it always
is, the other boy shifting his head slightly sideways to line them up and
parting his lips instantly to give Kagami access to the heat of his mouth. It
sends a shudder of heat all down Kagami’s body so he shivers against Kuroko,
and then the other boy arches his back to press his damp skin against Kagami’s
and the redhead can feel how hard he is, and it’s one of the more difficult
things he’s ever done to not grab at Kuroko’s hips and pull them together,
grind himself into the smaller boy’s body as hard as he can.
Still. Kuroko is breathing hard under his mouth and he’s got lube right there
in his hand, so he opens the bottle with a thumb and pulls away just for a
moment, just for the time it takes to pour liquid over his fingers. He’s less
than perfectly tidy but Kuroko’s under him, any extra spills onto the other
boy’s chest and stomach, and that’s distracting too but it’s okay, it’s fine,
he’s got it now. Kuroko’s leg is still angled up against his waist, the other
boy is starting to rock up against him with a half-formed rhythm, and he
doesn’t stop moving until Kagami reaches down under his leg to touch his slick-
cold fingers against Kuroko’s skin.
“Taiga,” Kuroko says without moving away, so the sound hums through Kagami’s
mouth and down his spine.
“Yeah?”
Kagami’s distracted by his hand, focusing on where he is and trying to go slow
enough, so when Kuroko says, “You said five minutes,” it takes the redhead a
moment to realize what he’s referring to before he laughs.
“You know, a fast finish isn’t generally a good thing,” he points out. He’s got
it now, knows where he is, and from the way Kuroko is panting against him in
expectation the smaller boy does too. He tries one finger to start, slowly
pushing into Kuroko so the other boy has a chance to react or relax or
whatever, but when the other speaks he sounds perfectly calm except for how
fast his breathing is coming.
“I don’t mind, under the circumstances.” He’s arching up against Kagami’s hand,
Kagami can feel how hard he is, but his voice is still so remarkably calm
Kagami would think he’d practiced this if he didn’t know better. “I’d rather we
were quick than have someone walk in on us.”
“I could just jerk you off,” Kagami points out, although he doesn’t want to,
Kuroko is hot and tight around his finger and his dick is so hard at the idea
that he is having more trouble speaking than the other. “It would probably be
faster.” His offer notwithstanding, he shifts his hand, slides mostly out so he
can push another finger inside the smaller boy.
He’s still going slowly, deliberately slowly, but Kuroko gasps at the increase
in pressure and goes entirely silent for a moment. When he does speak again,
his voice is shaking, properly this time, though he doesn’t sound pained as
much as tense, which does absolutely nothing to help Kagami’s current situation
even before he processes what Kuroko is saying.
“No,” and he angles his hips sideways, twists in closer and farther onto
Kagami’s fingers so for just a moment the redhead can’t breathe at all. “I want
to feel you in me.”
It’s more than Kagami was expecting, the worse because Kuroko delivers it with
such utter calm under his voice. The best response he can manage is a raw
groan, pure sound tearing up from his throat, and Kuroko grins again and
wiggles against his fingers, and Kagami gives over any sort of protest in favor
of focusing on opening Kuroko up as fast as he can manage. The other boy is
pure submission under him, rocking up in time with Kagami’s motions until the
redhead feels a little like he’s inside both their skins, moving them together
in a rhythm too perfect for them to really be separate people.
But they’re not together, not yet, and while Kagami is still thinking about it
Kuroko’s fingers dig into the back of his neck and he says, “Okay,” still cool
and controlled like they’re at practice. If it weren’t for the pressure of leg
against his hip Kagami wouldn’t realize how tense Kuroko is.
Not that Kagami’s in any mood to complain. The not-enough friction of Kuroko’s
hip against his cock is teasing but not satisfying, and their teammates are
almost certainly going to be outside for a while, but there’s no point in
unnecessary delay when it’s the last thing he wants. He slides his fingers
free, Kuroko sighs with all the repressed heat of expectation under the sound,
and Kagami’s hand is shaking when he closes his fingers around himself to
stroke lube over his dick.
He’s been too focused on his hand to really think through his vision; when he
blinks back to focus on Kuroko the smaller boy is just as distracted, gazing up
at the ceiling with the haze of arousal settling red in his cheeks and parting
his lips around his breathing while Kagami shifts him back on the futon and
balances his own weight over his knees and at the right angle. Kuroko’s arching
up off the sheets, which helps, and he weighs little enough that Kagami can
push him where he needs to be. It’s easy to line himself up with Kuroko
anticipating his actions before he makes them, moving a leg or tipping his hips
up just an inch, and when he presses up against Kuroko’s entrance the other boy
sighs in anticipation even before Kagami has started to slide into him.
Kuroko is ready -- he wasn’t exaggerating -- but they’re still in a rush, and
he’s tighter than usual, and radiating heat so Kagami can watch the blood rise
uncharacteristically high in his cheeks in response to the redhead’s movements.
He can’t tell anymore what’s sweat and what’s water from the hot springs and he
doesn’t care; his skin is sliding over Kuroko’s and the other boy tastes
faintly of salt and more of himself, rubber and dust and the cool of water
underneath everything else. Kagami settles his mouth against Kuroko’s shoulder,
licks over the other boy’s skin and listens for the sound of the other’s
breathing speeding fast in response; this close he can hear it even when Kuroko
tries to steady it into silence before it touches the air. Kuroko’s still
arching up to meet him when he pulls back and thrusts forward again, there’s
pressure against his spine and fingers curling up into his hair, and when
Kuroko’s fingernails scrape against his shoulder he groans into the other boy’s
skin before he realizes what he’s doing.
“Taiga,” Kuroko says, and there’s no question under the name, just the
appreciation of the syllables in his mouth, the blending of Kagami’s name with
the gasp of air against his shoulder.
“Tetsuya,” Kagami growls in response. The name still sends a shiver of surprise
along his spine, the sounds unfamiliar in his mouth, and this close he can feel
Kuroko’s sharp breath of response, although he doesn’t say anything. It’s
enough, anyway, the gasp and the name and the rush of air over his skin,
fingernails against the back of his neck and Kuroko’s ankle digging into his
spine and the other boy impossibly tight around him.
It’s that thought that brings him back, that and the way Kuroko is starting to
shift in desperation. He tips sideways, fits his elbow in over Kuroko’s
shoulder so he can take his weight on one arm. Kuroko is panting, arching up
off the bed for more even before Kagami can get his fingers down to grip the
other boy’s length, and the way he’s moving is amazing but the way he trembles
when Kagami touches him is even better. Kagami can feel the vibration all
though his entire body, can hear the way Kuroko’s breathing goes fast but
steady, the way his shoulders relax into the futon and he goes calm almost as
soon as Kagami touches him. The balance is a little tricky, the rhythm even
more so, but Kuroko’s vision has cleared, when Kagami lifts his head to glance
at him, although his cheeks are still flushed. But he’s warm, and smiling, and
between them there’s enough friction that the redhead is breathing hard as soon
as they start and Kuroko isn’t far behind.
It does take longer than five minutes, but not by much. Kuroko keeps staring at
the ceiling, gaze focused but unmoving like there’s something to see up there,
and Kagami closes his mouth on Kuroko’s shoulder and sucks a bruise into the
skin without meaning to. He starts to lose his focus almost right away, as if
it’s melting under the warmth of the other boy’s skin, but Kuroko is breathing
in time with him even when his inhales accelerate and his hand sliding over the
other boy’s cock jerks out-of-rhythm with the shift of his hips. But Kuroko’s
breathing is hot over his skin, and Kuroko’s fingers are still pulling gently
through his hair, and it’s not a surprise to Kagami, at least, when the shivery
pull of orgasm starts to collect against his spine.
He pulls back from Kuroko’s shoulder, gasps for air, and by the time he manages
a warning “Tetsuya?” it’s far too late for him to pull back even if Kuroko
asked it of him. But he doesn’t, as Kagami knew he wouldn’t; the hold against
his head pulls him back down, and Kuroko arches up against Kagami’s hips and
fingers at once, and when he says, “Taiga,” Kagami’s already sliding over the
edge.
He only remembers at the last second that he has to be quiet, well after he
could call back the groan of satisfaction rising in his throat, so he tucks his
head against Kuroko’s shoulder and moans into the other boy’s skin while the
wave of pleasure crashes into him. For a minute he can’t see, can’t think,
can’t breathe; all his nerve endings are lit up bright and flaring hot with
adrenaline and satisfaction. Then some awareness comes back, and he remembers
to keep moving his hand, to keep stroking over Kuroko’s length. The return of
movement makes the smaller boy jerk under him, actually draws a moan from
usually-quiet Kuroko, and Kagami is just starting to grin at the unusual
reaction when he feels the other boy stiffen under him before he gasps and
chokes and comes over his stomach and Kagami’s fingers.
It takes the redhead a minute to realize even after that. It’s easy to let
himself collapse over Kuroko, to breathe in slow and steadying into the other
boy’s shoulder while he waits for his heartrate to slow. Usually by the time
Kagami has caught his breath Kuroko has pulled himself back together too; this
time, though, Kagami pushes himself up onto his elbow and Kuroko is still
panting, gasping like he’s run miles and with his gaze still fading out of
focus.
“Shit,” Kagami blurts, more to himself than anything else. He lets Kuroko go,
slides back and comes up on his knees so he can get a better look at the
smaller boy. From this angle the color in Kuroko’s cheeks looks feverish
instead of aroused, the pace of his breath more unhealthy than desperate. “Are
you okay?”
Kuroko blinks at him, smiles faintly while Kagami brushes his hair back and
feels his forehead with no conception of what he’s feeling for. “I feel a
little hot.”
Kagami has to laugh. “I fucked you into overheating after you faked it for
everyone else?”
Kuroko shuts his eyes; it looks like a blink, but takes so long for him to open
his eyes again Kagami is on the verge of ordering him to stay awake before he
speaks again. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“Well.” Kagami touches Kuroko’s cheek, shoulder, hip before he pushes himself
to his feet. “Just stay there, okay? I’ll get you cleaned up and take you to
get a drink.”
“Yeah,” Kuroko says, “Okay.” His cheeks are still flushed an unhealthy red, and
his mouth is still open on panting breaths, but he’s smiling absently at the
ceiling, and that makes Kagami smile too.
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