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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Midorima_Shintarou/Takao_Kazunari
  Character:
      Midorima_Shintarou, Takao_Kazunari
  Additional Tags:
      Training_Camp, Established_Relationship, Spooning, Dirty_Talk, Blow_Jobs,
      Dominance, Hand_&_Finger_Kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-30 Words: 3318
****** Shin-chan tries his best ******
by dontcallmekoko
Summary
     Takao likes it rough but Midorima, being a Cancer through and
     through, has a really hard time fulfilling that fantasy for him. A
     one-shot originally written for MidoTaka Day 2013—Happy 6/10!
This was their last year playing for Shuutoku. Their last training camp at the
old, broken down resort. Midorima and Takao were seniors now… but to Takao it
still felt weird to be the ones the others looked up to now.
It really shouldn't, though; we worked hard all these years.
Midorima asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Ah—" He'd been distracted by nostalgia. "No, nothing's wrong."
The two boys were holed up in an unused guest room on the emptier side of the
resort. They'd set up a futon and turned all the lights off but one, keeping
the room dim in a way Takao liked. They were under the sheets with Midorima
acting as the big spoon, as always. Midorima's chin lightly rest on Takao's
head and his arms were tightly wrapped around his abdomen. Takao had his eyes
closed and his arms embracing Midorima's arms, their fingers intertwined. He
breathed in deeply and the taller guy involuntarily did the same.
Then Midorima went still and quiet. Takao thought he needed reassuring that
nothing was wrong but soon realized he'd gone silent at the sound of people
coming their way. He caught his breath, waiting for them to go away.
It was rare for people to come by this way and neither of them were
particularly into the excitement that came with the risk of being caught.
Finding a room they could hide away in without being bothered had proven easy.
The two of them had discovered the room the year before, back when they were
still sorting out their problems—before Takao had properly confessed and before
Midorima had come to terms with liking a boy. Things had changed a lot in a
year. They both breathed easily once the sound of voices had finally faded into
the distance.
Takao sighed loudly. "I'm totally beat."
Midorima held him a little tighter. "Of course you are."
Of course you are, he says. Takao smiled to himself. When Midorima held him
tighter for no reason like that, it usually meant he was horny. You're just
gonna tire me out even more, aren't you?
Takao chuckled and moved his arm so he was caressing his boyfriend's face. It
felt warm. "What are you thinking?"
Instead of answering, Midorima nestled his head into Takao's neck, the curve of
his nose perfectly resting against him and his breath incredibly warm. It gave
Takao chills and he failed to fight back a shiver. When Midorima was quiet like
this, it turned him on incredibly. He wasn't the most talkative of guys in the
world usually anyway, but he could typically be counted on to answer
straightforward questions, even with vague or deflective answers.
"Hm? What is it?" Takao asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Mm.." The taller boy simply grunted and the only noises that followed were the
sound of the sheets shifting as his hands snaked down into Takao's pants and
the sound of a soft, wet lick far too close to Takao's ear.
He shivered again, his back arching forward.
"I'm really sore, you know," he teased, knowing that that had never stopped
either of them before.
"You want to know what I'm thinking about?"
Takao nodded, his breathing rate rising bit by bit.
"Really?"
"Yeah." He had his curiosity piqued now.
"Your mouth," Midorima muttered right into his ear, voice low and deep. "Around
my cock."
"Wha—!" Takao jerked away from his mouth, in absolute shock. "What are you
talking about!?"
Midorima pulled him in tighter and nuzzled his face in his neck again. "You
heard me."
"I—" What the hell—where did that come from? "Yeah, I heard you..." He tried
relaxing but his face was flushed. And what's more, once he'd settled back into
his little spoon position, he clearly felt a bulge against his thigh. Oh my
god, how is he so riled up right now? It was unexpected to say the least.
Midorima felt Takao squirming and could tell the comment he'd made had
surprised him, just like he'd hoped. While in the bath earlier, he'd made the
decision to try something different with him... to see how he'd react. Takao
liked sex rough and liked deep penetration. He had a hunch that his hawk would
have a penchant for a little dirty talk.
He pushed his face into Takao's neck again and began kissing, licking, and
sucking. He traced his tongue upward until he reached the boy's ear and he
lightly sucked at his earlobe. Takao shivered again—yeah, no matter how much he
complained of being sore, he was definitely getting into it, too.
"Turn around so I can kiss you properly."
Takao abided, without a moment of pause, and wrapped his arms around his
lover's neck before kissing him fully on the lips. It was their first kiss all
day so all of the built up frustration from missed or ruined opportunities
really came out. Today, their teammates had been particularly persistent before
and after practice. Each time they'd been alone, it wouldn't take long before
someone appeared and had to speak to the captain/ask Midorima's advice on
perfecting their shot/said Nakatani was looking for one of them. So the kiss
they finally shared started off normal but very quickly denigrated into
something hotter, louder. By the time they finally broke apart, it had been
more like their mouths were fucking and Takao had already pulled both of their
shirts off.
"Shin-chan..." the shorter boy mumbled, lips barely moving as he said it. He
leaned in to kiss again but Midorima held him back by the shoulder. His face
twisted into confusion.
"I told you what I was thinking about, right?"
"What... yeah..." Where is this going?
Midorima traced the edge of Takao's face with his left hand, resting it on his
cheek.
Still looking at his lips, he said, "I was thinking of the face you make when
you first swallow me up... Thinking about holding your head down."
He traced his thumb across his face...
"Making you choke on me."
And brought it to his lips.
Takao's face was on fire. He was sure under any other circumstances, a fever
like this would've landed him in a hospital. To say he hadn't expected his
normally (at least somewhat) flustered Shin-chan to be so explicit was an
understatement.
Midorima's thumb was firm on his bottom lip and he was looking into Takao's
eyes now, this time hewas the one who refused to break eye contact. His eyes
were so green.
Takao looked away and just mumbled, "Oh."
What is he doing to me...
He didn't want to accept it but this change in behavior more than just
intrigued him... and the way he stared at him, like he was looking at prey he
was about to pounce on, caused a stirring in his groin.
Midorima took the opportunity to push his thumb into Takao's mouth, just a bit.
He bit it softly in response, first, and then rolled his tongue over it and
began to suck. The two of them were sitting upright from each other and Takao
had returned Midorima's gaze once again, bringing up both of his hands to
caress his Shin-chan's precious, untaped fingers as he explored them with his
tongue. He kissed them, slobbered on them all. This was his shooting hand.
These were the fingers he took such great care of, the ones that were only left
bare for the most worthy of occasions. The same fingers he also used to fondle
and violate Takao at every chance they got...
Shit, I'm definitely getting hard.His eyes fluttered downward—he'd lost the
staring contest.
"Look at me."
Takao looked up and into Midorima's eyes. The ace looked unphased. Takao
stopped what he was doing.
"What do you want me to do to you?"
Getting harder.
"I want..." Takao started, quieter than his usual self.
"Be specific," Midorima stated, his voice firm and serious. It gave Takao
goosebumps, it was like he was in trouble and being scolded.
"I want you to fuck me."
Midorima pulled his hand away from and moved to grope one of Takao's nipples.
The way the boy gasped when he pinched him was highly amusing—getting that kind
of sudden reaction out of him usually took more teasing. Midorima leaned
forward and brought his face close to Takao's.
"Specific."
Takao's breathing sounded a little like panting.
"Look at me," Midorima demanded.
Fuck. He's being so dominant.Growing harder still, Takao grabbed Midorima's
free hand and nuzzled his face into his palm. He closed his eyes, savoring the
warm feeling that emanated from his large hand.
"Ah... I want you..." He blushed at what he was about to say. "...to force your
cock into my mouth... choke me... fuck my mouth, Shin-chan..." Looking into his
eyes again, Takao was happy to see Midorima was clearly turned on. "Tear me up.
Fuck me raw." His breathing mixed into his speech and he closed his eyes
softly, mumbling into his lover's palm. "Make me cry."
That did it. Shintarou grunted and pinned Takao underneath him. He lowered and
pressed his lips against the smaller boy's aggressively, kissing him like he
was trying to devour his soul. His tongue ravaged the inside of Takao's mouth,
dominating him so thoroughly that he could hardly breathe; he even licked his
teeth.
I can't breathe. Ah... but being smothered like this wouldn't be so bad.
Midorima was rock hard and rubbed himself against Takao's own erection. Their
kiss finally ended and Takao loudly gasped for air as Shintarou moved on to
sucking at and biting his neck, teasing his nipples while he caught his breath.
"Shin-chan—"
"Don't talk." He bit his ear. "This is happening right now."
Takao breathed in sharply at how close and deep his voice was, shuddering again
before nodding.
He was about to get seriously fucked, that was abundantly clear.
Midorima pulled his pants off and did a silent prayer, hoping he'd get this
next part right. He wasn't a big watcher of pornography but he'd seen something
in an AV years ago that had come to his mind when he realized how rough Takao
liked it. He'd always worried that maybe it'd be too much, maybe Takao wouldn't
like it—but if there were ever a time to find out, it was now, while he was
obviously trying new things. While Midorima had been mentally steeling himself,
Takao had grabbed the lube from his pants pocket and then taken his them off.
He didn't have a condom—the boys seldom used a condom anymore, despite an
unspoken acknowledgment that they probably should.
Takao, on his back, looked up at his magnificently built boyfriend. A monster
by some people's definitions, and understandably so. He was sure there'd never
be a day he'd grow tired of the way he looked naked. Midorima looked down at
him and bent over, kissing him on the lips in an out of the mood, sweet way.
I guess we're back to normal after all. He resisted letting out a snicker. I
knew he couldn't keep up that dirty talk.
Somewhat awkwardly, Midorima positioned himself so he was hanging over
Takao—all of him was—and his knees were outside of Takao's shoulders. Takao
unwittingly lifted his hands and placed them on his thighs.
"Hehe, I can't move like this, Shin-chan."
Midorima flashed him a look that said 'I know' and gestured toward his own
cock, which was fully erect and merely inches away from Takao's lips. Takao
just looked confused—so much for being the more forward of the two.
Shintarou brought his penis even closer to Takao, lightly tapping its head on
the smaller boy's lips.
"Go ahead," he said. "Suck."
"I—" Takao's eyes widened. "You want me to suck it like this? But I can't
move!"
"You don't trust me by now?"
"Idiot—of course, I trust you! Just..." Takao's face was red again. Before long
he was biting his bottom lip, the way he always did when he was partially
embarrassed by something he liked. "Just be careful, ok?"
"I will."
A second of quick contemplation later, Takao lifted his head as far up as he
could and kissed the tip of Midorima's dick. His hand instinctively lifted so
he could grab it while he kissed it along the shaft, but he was quickly blocked
by the constricting position, so he continued to rest both of his hands on his
partner's thighs. It felt unbelievably clumsy and he'd never once had a
difficult time sucking cock before—he could barely get his mouth around it and
his moves were sloppy, causing his mouth to make a lot more involuntary noises
than he would normally allow. He kept trying and that resulted in his brow
knitting and even louder slurps and uneven breathing.
This, of course, drove Midorima crazy. He licked his lips, out of anticipation,
and when he wrapped his hand around the base of Takao's neck, he could feel him
rest against him, finally not having to support his neck on his own. He let his
fingers curl up into Takao's hair and he held him still as he tried a small,
experimental thrust into his mouth.
Takao looked up at him, cheeks red and the first beads of sweat finally forming
on his forehead. He then closed his eyes and bobbed his head once, almost like
he was nodding yes with this cock in his mouth.
Midorima's dick filled Takao's mouth and he slowly eased it in until he saw all
of it disappear. Takao wasn't tapping on his thigh for him to stop and Midorima
marveled at how truly amazing he was at deepthroating. He pumped into him a few
times, his head softly hitting the impossibly hot wetness of Takao's throat,
all the while gritting his teeth. Finally. Takao's eyebrows knit and he rubbed
Midorima's thigh—
"Pah-!" The boy gasped for air.
"Damn," Midorima muttered, unable to tear his eyes off of the long, heavy
string of saliva that still connected his cock to his lover's mouth.
"Ha... ha.." Takao was breathing heavily still but Midorima couldn't resist and
shoved his cock in a second time. And, like the pro that he was, even though he
was still recovering, Takao took him in to the base—he even pushed his own head
forward, as if he was trying to choke himself.
This didn't go on for much longer, though, because as hot as it was, to both of
them, each time Midorima would use Takao's mouth this way, he lasted for less
and less time. Midorima finally readjusted himself so he was able to bend over
and kiss Takao but he stopped himself inches away.
My god, he's a total mess.
While he wasn't drenched in sweat, his forehead was now wet enough, that some
strands of black hair were totally stuck to his skin. His eyes were watery and
still not open completely, like he was in a daze after having his mouth fucked.
And there were still bits of what had to be a mix of saliva and Midorima's own
product still on his now red lips and clinging to his chin.
"Fuck," Midorima closed his eyes briefly and shook his head, looking
frustrated. "Takao, I need you now."
"Now?" he breathed out, still dazed.
Midorima, not squeamish in the least, nodded and licked some of the mix off of
his lover's chin before kissing him deeply.
"Mm..." Takao instantly snapped back to the present and wrapped his arms around
Midorima's neck, lifting himself off of the futon so their chests touched.
Their mouths stayed open as their tongues thrashed around wildly, like they
were both searching for something precious only found deep within the other.
"Ah.. Shin-chan..."
Takao really wanted to skip any and all foreplay. Now.
He blindly grabbed for the lube and in a matter of seconds had one—no, two
fingers sunk inside of himself.
I want him inside me now. Now, while he's still being a brute—!
"Ah, no!" Takao pleaded as he felt two of Midorima's long, slender fingers slip
into his hole, right above his own.
Midorima was baffled by the almost virginal reaction. "You can handle it." It
almost seemed comical.
"Ah—yeah, of course I can but—ahn!I just want you inside me now—ah!" Takao
pulled his own fingers out and ended up biting them. "Stop moving!"
"Move your legs," ordered Shintarou, already lifting one of Takao's legs for
him. Though he'd normally protest at least a little, Takao was ridiculously
obedient now and lifted his other leg in the same manner.
"I would offer to do more for you but..." Midorima stared at the beautiful,
naked body he'd become so accustomed to but had never stopped admiring. "I'm
too impatient at this point." He knelt forward to kiss Takao on the lips and
ran his fingers through his hair and out of his face for him. "Sorry."
Takao's chest moved up and down, his erect nipples calling out to Midorima.
"You say all of that... but you're still fingering me!" Takao lifted himself a
bit and wrapped a hand around Midorima's dick. His cute, teary-eyed 'stop
teasing me' face was gone and replaced with someone on the brink of dying from
humiliation—this was maybe the reddest Midorima had ever seen him. "This!I want
this! Shin-chan, please, just fuck me already!"
The grip turned into stroking and Midorima's apologetic face turned into a
smiling one. "You're not acting cute."
"Well maybe I'm not—mm..." He'd finally pulled his fingers out.
Shintarou positioned himself at Takao's hole and the smaller boy held in a
small breath. The preparation they'd done hadn't been quite enough, but he'd
wanted it that way. Wanted it to hurt a little bit. Besides, his boyfriend was
big—if he waited every time they had sex for him to be totally stretched out
for him, they'd spend forever just fingering. He then felt something thick,
hard, and incredibly hot push into him and he sighed, letting his head fall
back and shutting his eyes.
"So big... ah..."
"Tch... we didn't loosen you up enough..."
Takao opened his eyes again and looked up at Shintarou. He shook his head no,
hoping that he got it.
"Uh..." He groaned as he pushed his member further into Takao, trying his
hardest not to simply slam into him like his dick was certainly telling him to.
"I still don't get that..."
Takao smiled a little, his brow knitting and his forehead still damp. "You
don't have to get it to do it, though, right?"
Midorima leaned in and kissed the boy. He vowed never to tell him so but he
loved every stupid face he made, especially those annoying smiles. He was
finally all in but he really didn't think he'd be able to be rough with him,
suddenly. The dumb smile he was giving him just made him wanna take care of
him.
Kazunari smiled knowingly and breathed out a small laugh. "I love you, Shin-
chan." He pulled him down to him and, pushing his bangs upward, kissed him on
the forehead. "I love everything that we do together. Everything."
Midorima felt a little like he'd failed him. This was a classic example of a
failure—he'd sought out to do something and was finding himself unable to bring
himself to it. He kissed Takao on the nose, then once on each cheek, then
softly on the lips. Sighing, he quietly said, "Next time, I promise."
Takao held his face in his hands and nodded. "Next time." Sliding his fingers
into the back of Midorima's hair and wrapping his legs around him, he then
said, "But right now, make sure you make proper love to me, ok, Shin-chan?"
Midorima nodded, kissed him, and embraced him.
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