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works/472990.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Aomine_Daiki/Kuroko_Tetsuya
  Character:
      Kuroko_Tetsuya, Aomine_Daiki, Kagami_Taiga, Momoi_Satsuki
  Additional Tags:
      Uniform_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-30 Words: 5984
****** Reconnecting ******
by sterlynsilverrose
Summary
     Kuroko and Aomine are practicing when a storm hits and they can't
     make it home. Momoi ends up renting them a hotel room, and Kuroko's
     clothing is all wet due to a faulty bag. He ends up having to borrow
     a set from Aomine, but the only thing he has besides his sweats is
     his Touou basketball uniform. Written for Kink Bingo on Dreamwidth
     for the kink of Uniform/Military kink. Enjoy.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Again.”
Kuroko bent over lips parted as he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Aomine stood a little way away from him as he kept his hands at his hips.
Resting his hands on his own thighs, the blue haired male took a moment to
breathe before he reached up and swiped the back of his wrist guard against his
forehead. Seconds later, he was leaning over picking up the basketball. His
fingers instinctively curled around the surface as he stood back up and waited
before taking another shot at the goal.
The ball bounced off the rim, bouncing to the right over the floor.
“Tch. Your form is horrible Tetsu no wonder you can’t shoot!” Aomine intoned
dryly as he watched the other running to chase down the bouncing ball. If there
was anything that was different after the Seiren versus Touou match it was
this. Kagami stood at the back of the court watching both former teammates work
on shooting. He had come in order to supervise and possibly help. But, when he
had offered Aomine had immediately dismissed him. Kuroko hadn’t said anything
to the contrary.
Watching them together, it was easy to see exactly why they had refused his
help.
“Again.”
Another shot taken and missed by Kuroko. However, unlike his demeanor on the
court, Aomine stood by, hands over his chest lips pursed watching his former
light as he continued to practice. Kagami shook his head as he moved to sit
over on one of the benches. Their coach had been nice enough since it was
raining to let Aomine and Kuroko use the basketball gym after practice. She had
looked at him and he had understood why she had wanted him to stay.
She was worried. They all were.
Kuroko is his old partner. There is a bond there that no one will ever have
again with him.
Even if they had that connection, Kuroko had made him a promise and he wasn’t
the type to go back on his word. Even so, when it was all said and done, Kuroko
was his shadow now. But that didn’t stop the twinge of jealousy that passed up
his back and made the taste in his mouth sour.
However, to ignore the bond and the atmosphere between the others was-
“Impossible to penetrate.” A soft feminine voice popped up beside him causing
Kagami to tense up and turn away from the practicing duo. Pink eyes met his own
as Momoi slid to sit next to him. Fixing her skirt over her legs, she leaned
forward her eyes on Kuroko and Aomine, lips pressed into a small smile.
“Hah?” Kagami raised an eyebrow as he looked back between Aomine and Kuroko,
and then back to Momoi. What was she playing at?
“Tetsu and Dai. I like the way they play basketball together best. They’ve hurt
each other a lot since Teiko, but they are able to still pick up where they
left off. I guess we have you to thank for that Kagami. Now things can return
to normal.” Momoi kept her eyes on those two as she tucked a long strand of
pink hair behind her ear, and Kagami sighed. He could see the tenderness there
for both of the men and it made him shake his head. She really did have a love
for the game, but even fiercer seemed to be the love for Kuroko and Aomine that
she had there.
“I don’t understand it, but I doubt something so complicated can be fixed by
one game.” Kagami leaned back, his fingers curling to the underside of the
bench as he watched Kuroko. The other had stopped, and his posture was being
corrected. Aomine had stepped up behind the pale haired male, fixing his
stance. Looking over his shoulder Kuroko looked up at the darker basketball ace
and Kagami held his breath.
Maybe she was right after all. It almost made his stomach upset to think about
it.
However, Kagami found himself watching as Kuroko tried to shoot again. This
time instead of bouncing off the rim and bouncing away from the duo, the
basketball went into the hoop the net swishing afterward. Kuroko had finally
made the first basket that Kagami had ever seen. Standing up, Momoi stood with
him as he started to approach the others on the court.
It was almost a sight to see as Aomine’s normal sneer was replaced with an
affectionate grin, his hand messing up Kuroko’s hair, his other arm slung
loosely around the smaller male’s shoulder. “Like that! Good job Tetsu. Now do
it again!”
Kuroko chuckled softly in his own way, a small smile on his lips as he reached
up, his hand resting on Aomine’s arm. His other hand came up presenting his
fist. Aomine seemed to pause for a moment, staring at the fist before he
touched the other’s knuckles with his own.
Thunder echoed in the gym as the lights flickered and the rain kicked up even
harder outside. Kagami paused to look at the outside and he sighed rubbing the
back of his neck. Would there be any way for them to get home at this rate? It
was late, and Kuroko didn’t live as close to the school as he did. Neither did
Momoi or Aomine for that matter that he knew of.
So troublesome.
“Ah! It really is getting bad! We should probably go!” Momoi sighed as she
clapped her hands together as they finally moved over towards Kuroko and
Aomine.
Kagami blinked as his eyes locked with Kuroko’s and he stared at him for a
moment. Kuroko turned and gave him a nod and held out his hand. Reaching over
wordlessly, Kagami touched his knuckles with his own as well. But before
anything else could be said, Momoi shoved Kagami over throwing her arms around
Kuroko and Aomine both smiling as she nuzzled both men. Kuroko stared off and
Aomine did the same, obviously both were used to her affections.
Looking over her shoulder towards Kagami, Momoi smiled, “We should all head
home. Since Tetsu doesn’t live close to the school, we will grab a hotel room.
My parents won’t mind. If you want, you can come too.”
It was easy to see a glimpse of how they had been back in Teiko, even Kagami
would have had to be blind not to understand the relationships that had been
formed before he’d ever heard of the Generation of Miracles. “No. I can make it
home on my own. I don’t live too far from here.”
Tapping her cell phone over her lips, Momoi smiled as she stepped back next to
Kagami. “It is just Tetsu and Dai that live further away from here. Maybe we
should all head out together and see how far we get.”
“I can make it home.” Kuroko spoke out softly. However, Aomine’s hand once more
rested on his head pushing it down a little.
“Oi. Don’t try that, you’ll catch a cold. Then you’ll be no good to your
precious Seirin.” The way Aomine spoke sent a shiver up Kagami’s spine. The
look he was fixed with as Momoi turned her back to check on the accommodations
for the night was nothing but predatory. It wasn’t a look that Kagami was too
familiar with outside of the basketball court, but it made him shiver.
Turning back to the trio of basketball stars Momoi smiled and clasped her hands
behind her as she leaned forward rocking back and forth on her heels.
“Unfortunately there was only one room at the nearest hotel. But, I have an
umbrella so I can make it home from here.”
“But you shouldn’t go alone Momoi.” Kuroko brushed Aomine’s hand off his head
finally standing back up as he stepped forward.
“Oh! I won’t be going alone. Kagami already said he would take me home to make
up for when we first met. Isn’t that nice of him?” Kagami blinked as he felt an
arm wrap around his as he looked down. His cheeks flushed as Momoi smiled and
winked at Aomine and Kuroko.
“This should be fine, right Tetsu?”
“I guess so. If Kagami is okay with taking you home, then I guess that’s fine.”
Kuroko didn’t sound convinced, and he stared at Kagami who rubbed the back of
his head and then looked down at Momoi. She obviously had something under her
sleeve, but the look she gave him made his stomach flip and he sighed. Giving
one look to Kuroko, the red head allowed the former Teiko manager to drag him
towards where her stuff was.
“Good! I have an umbrella over here we can share.”
Another peel of thunder, and Kagami was the one pushing her towards the door.
At this rate, things would get worse before they could even leave the school.
Stopping, Momoi turned back to towards her childhood friend cupping her hands
together, “It’s the usual hotel Dai! The room is under your name, but I’ve set
up everything else!”
With that, Momoi grabbed Kagami’s arm with one hand and her bag and umbrella in
the other. Stepping outside she opened it and handed the umbrella over to the
red head since he was taller. Kagami held the umbrella his fingers pressing a
little harder than necessary to the handle. Momoi’s arm hadn’t left his forearm
as they started to walk in the torrent of rain. Kagami sighed as he looked down
to the girl beside him. For someone so strong, seeing the way she bit her lower
lip and shut her eyes tightly he couldn’t help but sigh again. “If you don’t
want to leave them then why are you making me walk you home?”
Momoi didn’t answer as she put her head against his shoulder, “Let me stay this
way for a little while.”
Kagami didn’t understand everything that was going on, but it felt as if by
leaving with him Momoi had let go of something really important. Instead of
shrugging off the pink haired girl, one of his large hands came to rest on the
top of her head. If anything, he could almost feel a ghost of something warning
him he shouldn’t leave either.
As a gust of wind pushed the umbrella back, Kagami groaned out in surprise and
Momoi giggled quietly. Some things were better left alone.
“It may be too late for us to leave the gym for now. We should probably wait
out the worst of the rain.” Aomine sighed frustrated as he moved into the boy’s
locker room following his former light. The lights flickered making the hairs
stand up on his neck as he paused in his steps. Kuroko stopped at one of the
lockers opening it up.
While it may have been storming outside, the locker room was cold in contrast
of the warm humid gym. With a click, the smaller male opened up the lock and
sighed as he pulled out his duffle bag. “I should skip my shower.”
The way the other sounded was almost regrettable, especially since Kuroko had
worked so hard. The t-shirt he wore was drenched in sweat. “This reminds me of
when we used to practice together in the gym at Teiko.”
Kuroko looked over his shoulder and nodded. Back then even they had played and
worked hard together. Aomine always worked out with him, giving his all. They
had both sweated together and worked hard together. The others scent sent a
shiver down Aomine’s back as he stepped forward. “The rain will probably soak
us so much that you won’t want to take a shower when we make it to the hotel.”
It was almost surreal to have Aomine there in the locker room with him. Kuroko
could feel the others eyes on his back, and it made him pause as he turned to
look over his shoulder. Another crash of thunder and flash of lightning on the
windows however had Aomine stepping forward and grabbing his bag. They had
spent way too much time, and it seemed as if the torrential rain outside was
getting even worse. He had been half serious when he said they might have to
wait out the rain a bit, but this was getting ridiculous. Better to take their
chances now then to end up spending the night in the gym. He liked basketball
more than anyone, but even he knew how uncomfortable benches were to lie down
on. “You don’t know if Momoi left us an umbrella do you?”
A blank look was shot his way and Aomine sighed. “Fuck.”
Grabbing Kuroko’s wrist as they moved outside, Aomine realized they didn’t have
a chance. The rain soaked both of them thoroughly as they stepped outside,
making Aomine take off pulling the thinner male behind him. “Come on! We really
will catch a cold if we stay in this for too long Tetsu!”
Wordlessly, the blue haired male let himself be pulled along as he watched
Aomine from slightly behind the other. He was drenched and could have
definitely pulled ahead, but instead of leaving Kuroko behind he had stayed
with him. After teen minutes of half running, half jogging in the rain, they
arrived at the hotel they would be staying at.
Kuroko’s brows furrowed as he stared at the entrance, “This place looks
expensive.”
“Don’t worry about it. Momoi’s parents won’t care especially if it’s us.”
Tugging Kuroko behind him, Aomine entered the upscale looking lobby. The sound
of them walking bounced off the walls and was the only sound besides the cheesy
hotel lobby music. Behind the counter a gentleman eyed both boys warily before
Aomine pulled out his school ID.
“Momoi Satsuki called in a room for us.” The man looked at his ID and then over
at Kuroko before he looked back at Aomine a hint of recognition flitting across
the desk clerks face.
“I’ll get you a towel while I get the paper work in order.” Disappearing into
the back office, the man came out a few moments later with two white towels. It
was just a few signatures on the paper as Kuroko shivered wrapping the towel
around his body, and in no time Aomine had the keys and he had pushed them into
an elevator.
“She really outdid herself this time.” Aomine muttered, almost in a bad mood.
Sliding the key into a special lock on the inside of the elevator, he waited
for the green light and then pushed another button. When the doors open, Kuroko
and Aomine both just stared. This wasn’t just a suite, this was a damn
apartment!
“Momoi…I’m going to kill you.” Aomine whispered, his eyebrows furrowing as he
rested his hands on his hips taking in the room. There was a living room, flat
screen television, and a small kitchen. No doubt without even having to look
the fridge was probably stocked as well. There were two doorways. One was
leading most likely to the bedroom and another probably to a room with a hot
tub or something equally ridiculous.
Half convinced they should take their chances in the rain again, Aomine took a
step backward only to find himself bumping into Kuroko. The other was shivering
in the cold air conditioned room, and Aomine found himself biting down and
gritting his teeth. They couldn’t leave, they were already here and the other
needed to get out of his soaked clothes and warmed up. “Tetsu come on.”
Drawing the other past the living room, Aomine dropped the half drenched bags
he had been holding onto the table as he motioned to the bathroom. “Go shower
first.”
Kuroko stood still, and the rain was the only sound in the bedroom. The room
itself was larger than Aomine would have anticipated, and he would have been
impressed had it been any other time, but right now the focus he had was on the
other getting warm. “Don’t worry. Just take a shower, and I’ll get out the
extra clothes we have in the bags and see if it’s dry.”
“Thank you Aomine.” Kuroko spoke softly before he turned and went into the
bathroom the door clicking shut after him. Aomine busied himself as he heard
the shower turn on with trying to figure out what clothing was salvageable.
Years had taught him how to prepare for anything when he had first started
playing basketball. Kuroko was the same way, so it wasn’t unfeasible to think
that he would carry a change of clothing to change into for going home after
showering. It made sense.
However, the other’s bag wasn’t as nice as the one that Momoi had given him for
Christmas a few years back, and so all of the other’s stuff was soaked. Hanging
it up over the air conditioner, Aomine sighed as he looked inside his bag. He
hadn’t sweated at all at practice since he had been coaching, but the rain had
done a number on the clothing he wore. Even the Ace player of Touou found
himself starting to shiver.
In his bag there were two sets of clothes. His sweats for practice and his game
clothes and jersey, and that meant that one of these Kuroko would have to wear.
Peeling his shirt off, Aomine reached for his large sweater and the basketball
sweats. A small smirk came to his lips as he realized exactly what he would
share with Kuroko.
The shower was just what the blue haired Seirin team member had needed. The
chill that had settled into him had melted away almost instantly after he had
finally peeled himself out of the clothes he had run to the hotel in. Taking
his time, he had let himself bathe in the warmth before getting out and drying
off.
Poking his head out of the bathroom, Kuroko eyed Aomine who turned around. The
other had already changed into a pair of Touou sweats and pulled on a sweater.
Aomine looked to him, holding up a can of soda that had probably been in the
fridge. “Hey Tetsu, feel better?”
“Yes. Were any of my clothes dry?”
“Nope. But you’re lucky I have something for you to wear. Come on out when
you’re dressed.” Aomine tossed over dark colored clothing and motioned back to
the television in the room his eyes focusing back at the program he had found
on television.
Stepping back into the bathroom Kuroko shut the door once again. Putting the
clothing down to pull on the shirt, it fell over him and was larger than he
would have liked. Looking at the design however made his brow furrow. On his
chest was the logo for Touou and there was a red number five. Taking a deep
breath, Kuroko inhaled and Aomine’s scent assaulted his senses almost making
him dizzy.
Reaching out he grabbed the other’s basketball shorts sliding them onto his
slender hips. The sagged a little lower than he would have liked, but Aomine
had given him the clothing without complaining. Kuroko could at least
appreciate the gesture.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Kuroko turned off the light and moved into the
bedroom.
Aomine knew the moment he had given his basketball clothing to Kuroko that he
would enjoy the sight of his former shadow wearing them, but when the other had
stepped out and his eyes had rested on him Aomine’s breath caught in his
throat.
The uniform was too big on his former partner’s form, but the color of black
contrasted with Kuroko’s pale skin making him look even paler. The jersey’s red
brought out the contrast with his eyes and hair even more than Seirin’s uniform
did. Something about it made Kuroko look darker, made him even more familiar
and someone more accessible. Of course he was more accessible than he had been
in a long time.
Before he could say anything else, there was a ding on his cellphone, and
Aomine sighed breaking eye contact away from the other basketball player to
look down at his phone. After clicking a few keys he looked back up to Kuroko.
“The rain got worse so Momoi ended up going to Kagami’s after all.”
Kuroko’s eyebrow raised and Aomine grabbed the bridge of his nose, eyes
shutting. “If he touches her I’ll kill him.”
“I’m sure that Kagami won’t touch her.” Kuroko spoke softly coming to sit next
to him. The other’s scent smelled faintly of the amber soap and shampoo that
the hotel used, but the rest of it was just the scent of clean, and then the
faint fresh smell that Kuroko had always seemed to carry. The smell mingled
with his own scent, causing Aomine to swallow and turn back to the television.
The blue haired male hadn’t really thought anything of them being together
alone, but at the moment he his eyes flicked over to his previous partner. The
other seemed tense. Too tense. It wasn’t something that Kuroko understood,
though he could almost guess why. They had worn the same uniform before, and
looking down at the number five on his chest, Kuroko let his fingers brush down
the front of the jersey.
Maybe I should take it off.
But, that probably would have made the situation worse. Taking a deep breath,
again he could smell the musky scent of Aomine on the clothing and also beside
him, and it sent a shiver shooting down his spine. If he hadn’t felt the
tension as he released a slow breath, Kuroko definitely did now. It was
pressing down on him suffocating him with the silent expectations. Was it the
hotel? The phantom sixth man didn’t know exactly what it was, but it was
uncomfortable.
Standing up, Kuroko took another breath and started towards the door of the
bedroom. “I need some air.”
It had been torture sitting right beside Kuroko, and with the soft breaths he
was making and the way he touched himself through the jersey, Aomine found
himself in a difficult position. They were just rebuilding their trust, but the
heat settling in his groin was threatening to spill into other regions. His
heart was hammering in his head, and the tension was so thick it could have
snapped.
Watching as the pale hand had touched and caressed the fabric of the Touou
jersey had done it. When Kuroko had made a quick exit, Aomine anticipated it
and he stood quickly reaching out to grab the others hand. Kuroko hadn’t
stopped until the hand on his wrist was pulled taught, and he was afraid to
look back.
“Tetsu.” Hearing his name fall from Aomine’s lips made him flinch, and
instinctively he looked to the one who had called him. The gleam in his former
teammate’s eyes was almost hungry. His brows were furrowed and those dark eyes
were on him. Before Kuroko could react, he was falling into the living room.
When he landed, he wasn’t the only one on the shag carpet.
Leaning over him Aomine leaned forward pressing his nose to his neck inhaling
deeply. A tremble ran through Kuroko was he felt the others tongue go from the
juncture of his neck to where his ear connected to his head. “Fuck Tetsu. Do
you know how hard I am right now?”
It didn’t take him to answer the question, when Aomine shifted between his legs
Kuroko could feel the other through his sweats and the thin fabric of the
basketball shorts. Aomine shifted his hips up causing Kuroko to gasp softly.
For some reason he shouldn’t have wanted the other to do this, but something
else in the smaller male stopped him from pushing away the other man.
“Being around you, seeing you again, and seeing you dressed like that. It’s too
much Tetsu. You look so fucking good.” His lips pressed open mouth kisses to
Kuroko’s jaw as his hand reached down pushing the jersey up a little more until
he could see pale skin of Kuroko’s stomach before his hand slipped past the
elastic in the waist of the shorts.
A soft intake of breath was all the response Aomine received as he brushed his
hand down the others stomach curling around the base of the others half hard
member. Another tremble ran through Kuroko, and Aomine’s eyes narrowed as he
leaned in blowing softly into the other’s ear, before taking his earlobe
between his teeth nibbling. Kuroko’s hands came up to his shoulders gripping
into the sweat shirt he wore, tightening as much as possible. “A-Aomine.”
“Mm. What is it Tetsu?” His hand gently brushed up and down the other’s growing
erection as he stopped every once and a while to give a squeeze that caused
Kuroko to shiver. Something about the shivering itself was turning him on, but
the uniform the other was wearing made him want more. He wanted to see the
other on the court wearing these colors and being next to him.
“The floor. It’s kind of uncomfortable.” Kuroko murmured softly as Aomine
groaned softly rutting himself against the smaller male to relieve some of the
pressure that was building in his sweats. Sure, they weren’t tight, but that
didn’t mean the ache between his legs was less intense. Half listening, Aomine
sighed and sat back up removing his hand from the shorts as he watched Kuroko
sit up, when he was sure the other was watching, he brought the hand that had
just moments before been on Kuroko’s member up to his lips trailing his tongue
up the underside of the digit slowly till he came to the tip of his finger.
There were several things going on in Kuroko’s head at the moment. The first of
several was the other’s actions, and his personal ones. Was this the feeling
that he had been missing? Was this the closeness that he had been seeking out
even in Jr. High. All of the thoughts that had been bouncing around inside of
his head immediately quieted when Aomine watched him and trailed his tongue
over his middle finger. Kuroko’s mouth went dry as he watched him.
The other was beautiful and dark. There had always been that leader quality in
the former ace of Teiko, but the raw sexual nature which he was using right now
rivaled the raw instinct he used on the court. Picking himself up off the
floor, Aomine stood turning his back to Kuroko as he moved towards the bedroom.
“Don’t keep me waiting long, Tetsu.”
He had a choice. Kuroko knew that there was a very thin line that both he and
Aomine were walking right now. He could follow the other into the bedroom now,
or he could choose to leave and return the other’s jersey. With things as they
are right now. Do you really want this?
The silence in the room, and the silence in the bedroom were both deafening,
and the only sound Kuroko could hear was his own breathing and the combined
hammering of his heart in his ears. His head was throbbing and his stomach felt
as if it were about to slide down to his feet. Was this what it felt like
during a person’s first time. No, he hadn’t even felt this when girls threw
themselves at him. It was a deeper throbbing and anxiousness that he had never
experienced before, save on the basketball court once.
Make your choice now. Make the right choice now.
Standing up and dusting off the Touou uniform he wore, Kuroko took a tentative
step towards the bedroom, pausing for a moment before he followed his former
light into the bedroom. As he approached the doorway he heard the other grunt
softly, and as he entered Aomine was lying back on the bed half propped up by a
mountain of pillows. His sweats were down just enough to where he could grab
himself, his fingers moving deftly back and forth on the sensitive dark skin of
his cock.
The sighed made Kuroko ache as Aomine tipped his head back against the head
board, his eyes open and lips parted as his other hand pulled the sweater up
and off of his body. Years of hard practice had left the darker male with a
nice cut body, and Kuroko could appreciate it right now for what it was. Taking
a deep breath, the Seirin first year watched silently from the door way as
Aomine’s hand pumped over his member slowly, every once and again pausing to
squeeze a little tighter. The same rhythm he had been using on Kuroko earlier.
His free hand reached out, palm outstretched, as he let out a soft throaty
chuckle. “I didn’t expect you to be a voyeur Tetsu. Come here.”
It was as if his feet were moving on their own as he moved towards the bed, his
hands went down to the bottom of the Jersey as he paused to pull it up, but
Aomine’s voice was quick to stop him. “Wait. Leave it on.”
Kuroko paused raising an eyebrow, and he looked down at the number five on the
jersey again. The other was getting off to the sight. His hands instead moved
lower to push the large and already sagging shorts off his hips. The material
hit the floor with a soft thump as he moved onto the edge of the bed crawling
towards his former teammate. Aomine reached out, his hand gripping the other’s
chin as he stared into his eyes.
Aomine found himself captivated by the black and red that Kuroko was wearing
and the way their scents now mingled on the other because of his clothes. It
was heavily arousing, and Aomine stopped stroking himself. His fingertips
trailed up the other’s cheek as he reached out, and touched Kuroko’s lips. The
blue haired boy’s eyes slid shut as his lips slowly opened up. Kuroko’s hand
reached out taking Aomine’s calloused fingertips one by one, placing soft
kisses to each tip.
It was one of the most erotic things Aomine had ever seen.
Taking less time now, Aomine let his fingers brush over Kuroko’s jaw once more,
before he pushed the other lower on his body. Kuroko continued to place kisses
lower and lower until he was face to face with Aomine’s arousal. His hand
wrapped around the base as he looked up with half lidded eyes towards the
other. “Fuck. Tetsu, suck on me. Make me want you even more.”
Was this what they got called getting caught up in the moment? If someone had
told Kuroko that he would have been doing this with his former light and best
friend, he would have ignored him. But there he was with Aomine’s erection in
front of him, hard and begging to be touched. His fingers squeezed at the base
as he licked at the tip, causing Aomine to groan softly. “Yessss.”
With each touch and stroke, Aomine squirmed on the bed as he let the other
experiment. With each touch and lick to the tip of his cock, the larger male
found himself losing that last bit of willpower to be gentle and to continue to
explore. The jersey, the smell of the other and just being close to someone he
had a connection with was overwhelming him. It was hard to think, to speak, and
near impossible for Aomine to breathe.
Kuroko’s whole focus went into the situation in front of him. He didn’t have to
hear the other, or see Aomine to know that what he was doing was turning the
other on and making him closer and closer to losing himself. His tongue darted
out to brush over the underside, and to the vein that was there as he smoothed
his tongue over and over again. Leaning up his lips pressed against the tip as
his tongue slipped out once again to run over the slit before going back down.
His fingers never stopped squeezing at the base as he took in the other’s
scent.
It was those hesitant touches that finally broke Aomine. Pushing Kuroko back,
he slid on top of the other his hands brushing down to grip at the others
exposed member as he stroked him brushing his lips over Kuroko’s jaw. His lips
parted as he again went to the juncture of the other’s throat and bit down
causing Kuroko to moan softly. Everything the other did was so soft; he hadn’t
thought it would also extend to sex.
His fingers played along the others sensitive member for a few moments before
he removed his hands and pulled down on Kuroko’s hips. Leaning up for a second
he took in the sight below him. Even for being so quiet, the way that Kuroko
laid back on the bed, legs on either side of his hips, eyes on him and cheeks
flushed suited the other. This won’t be the last time.
Instead of doing anything else, Aomine laid himself half on top of Kuroko his
hands keeping their upper bodies apart as he looked down at the other in his
uniform. It was sexy, and everything about it looked so right. Kuroko didn’t
belong to Seirin anymore, he would belong to Touou, and more importantly to
him.
His thrusts were rough and slow. Kuroko shuddered as he felt skin sliding upon
skin and his erection being rubbed in a way it never had been before. The
friction of skin on skin contact was so wonderful, and very intense. Sparks of
pleasure shot through his nerves, making it almost impossible to follow
anything more that was happening. Reaching up, Kuroko’s hands gripped at
Aomine’s hips as the other’s rhythm became more insistent.
The jolts of pleasure pleased Aomine in a way he never thought they would. It
was hard to keep from really pushing against his partner and hurting him. He
could have taken what he wanted here too, but he had never stopped being
conscious of the other under him. His breathing deepened as his hips pressed
forward in shallow thrusts. He leaned down pressing a kiss to the other’s lips.
He felt a pain prickling on his hips as he leaned forward to whisper into the
other’s ear. “Do you know how fucking hard you made me by wearing my jersey?”
His lips brushed over the other’s neck as he kissed the bite mark from earlier.
His hips continued to rub back and forth eagerly as he reached between them
gripping their members together. A low groan came from him as his eyes shut
tightly. He continued to whisper to the other, “Come with me, Tetsu.”
The breathlessness and the pure sensations that had been filling the other were
too much already, and with those whispered words. Kuroko’s eyes snapped open
and his lips parted in a silent scream as he felt himself shudder and waves of
pleasure wrack his body. His body barely registered the heat and the fluid that
was on his stomach and Aomine’s hand. Several seconds later Aomine followed him
with a soft growl as he buried his face into Kuroko’s neck. Letting his grip on
Aomine’s hips go, Kuroko laid under the other feeling boneless and tired.
It was several moments before Aomine looked at him. He still hadn’t moved, but
the position wasn’t unpleasant. Both young men stared at each other as Aomine
leaned forward brushing his lips over Kuroko’s brow. “Transfer to Touou Tetsu.
Please come back to me.”
You’re not fair Aomine…
Kuroko found himself too sleepy to reply. He barely registered the other
rolling off his body before he dropped off into sleep. Aomine looked down at
the other, his fingers brushing through the mussed blue hair as he sighed.
Giving one last look at his jersey he let his lips purse into a thin line. He
would convince Tetsu to transfer eventually.
End Notes
     The idea was just something that I thought of a while back after
     reading and catching up with the manga. I hope you all enjoyed it! :)
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