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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Kagami_Taiga/Kiyoshi_Teppei
  Character:
      Kagami_Taiga, Kiyoshi_Teppei, Seirin_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, sin_-_Freeform, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-30 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 1760
****** give you someone to look up to ******
by polola
Summary
     Kagami a hand kink, among other things.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
            Taiga has a thing for hands.
            He first noticed it the first time he played basketball, when he
saw that with just a tap of his elegant fingers, Tatsuya could do incredible
things. Taiga was fascinated. As he grew older, the thought of those calloused
and graceful hands became a prominent feature of his jerk-off sessions, and
continued to be throughout puberty.
            It never came to fruition, however, and the last touch he received
from Tatsuya’s hands was a punch in the face.
             Now, Taiga is in a new country with new people, but he still pays
extra attention to people’s hands.
            He’s still unsure about his new team, but he thinks he can trust
them. With each game, he becomes more and more sure that their hands are strong
enough to hold him together. Spending so much time with Seirin gives Kagami
ample opportunity to observe their hands. He becomes intimately familiar with
each detail.
            Kuroko’s hands are dainty and pale. They look soft, but Taiga has
learned through high fives that they are rough and hard, built up of blisters
over blisters from endless self-practice.
            Coach has tiny little hands. There’s a bump on her ring finger from
the way she clutches her pen when she writes data, practice schedules, and
school work. It’s amazing, how with such small hands she balances an entire
group of high school boys on her palm.
            Hyuuga’s hands are dry and cracked. His fingers are blunt, the
nails cut to the quick. When still, they look unremarkable, but when in motion,
it’s mesmerizing how he flicks his wrists, the motion running through each
joint of his hand before he releases the ball into the air with a push from the
pads of his fingers.
            Izuki has clever hands. They’re quick, like his humor (but
infinitely more bearable). His nails always seem to grow too quickly. His hands
are beautiful, even more so when his nimble fingers make the switch from a
dribble to a play, pulling the strings as a point guard should.
            Mitobe’s hands are reliable. Taiga doesn’t know how he does it, but
they always seem to be the right temperature. Warm when Taiga is cold, cool
when he is overheated. He feels comforted by every squeeze to the shoulder
Mitobe offers.
            Koganei’s hands are interesting. His basketball callouses are still
forming, and there are still leftover ones from all of his previous sports. His
fingers have an odd curve to them, almost like claws, but it suits him.
            As familiar as all of their hands become, they don’t ignite the
feelings that Tatsuya’s hands always did. He writes his hand thing off as just
a Tatsuya thing, until he meets him.
            Right of Postponement. Vice Claw.They sounds threatening, and they
are.Just one of those hands looks like they could crush a skull. But the owner
of the hands isn’t very threatening at all. Kiyoshi is kind and…fatherly, and
the first time he ruffles his hair, Taiga’s heart pounds heavy in his chest.
            Taiga acts irritated when it happens, but it always feels nice when
Kiyoshi gives him a pat on the head. More than nice, really. He wants to know
what it would feel like if Kiyoshi cupped Taiga’s cheek in that huge palm, if
he slid those long fingers down the line of Taiga’s jaw, if he tilted Taiga’s
chin up with a gentle nudge. They’re silly daydreams, but nothing to worry
about.
            After the first time he sees Kiyoshi play in a match, Taiga’s
daydreams turn to night dreams. Kiyoshi’s warm yet commanding presence makes
Taiga feel like boiling liquid is spreading from his belly to the tips of his
toes. He feels lightheaded. After they win, when Kiyoshi ruffles his hair,
Kagami lets himself lean into the touch.
            “Just like a cat,” Kiyoshi chuckles, and Taiga is glad his face is
already red from exertion, because his cheeks are burning.  
            That night, when he washes his cum off of himself in the shower, he
realizes that yes, he really does have a hand thing.
                                               
===============================================================================
 
            After the Winter Cup, Taiga’s relationship with Tatsuya is mended,
and they tentatively take steps together to make it even stronger than before.
He’s overjoyed to have his brother back, but Tatsuya’s hands don’t make his
heart jump in his chest anymore. Only Kiyoshi’s seem to do that nowadays.
             Kiyoshi can’t play anymore, but he’s still a part of the team. He
comes to almost every practice, missing only when he has physical therapy. It’s
clear to everyone that he still hasn’t given up. He isn’t called Ironheart for
nothing.
            But the reckless way he played during the Winter Cup probably
damaged his knee beyond all repair. And that’s clear to everyone as well. It
troubles them all, Riko and Hyuuga especially, and it often leads to explosive
fights outside the gym that everyone pretends not to overhear.
            After one of these fights, Taiga stumbles upon Kiyoshi by accident,
just leaning against the wall near soda machine. They don’t say anything to
each other. Kiyoshi is obviously upset, but his face softens when Taiga presses
a sports drink into Kiyoshi’s palm.
            “Uh, senpai?” he says, wishing he was better with words. “Coach and
Hyuuga are just worried about you. We all are, but-” he raises his voice when
he sees Kiyoshi open his mouth to respond. “But I think you should do what you
want. It’s your decision. But it’s your body, too, so take care of it.”
            Kiyoshi doesn’t say anything, so Taiga continues. “I would be happy
if you were back on the court with us. But, you know, even if you aren’t,
you’re still my teammate. So like, don’t think I’ll stop being your friend or
anything just because-”
            He stops when he realizes that Kiyoshi is laughing. He knows he’s
clumsy with words, but still, he tried. It kind of pisses him off. That is,
until a big hand lands on his head,     mussing up his hair.
            “Sorry, Kagami,” Kiyoshi says, a laugh still in his voice. “It’s
just unexpected to hear such corny things from you.” Taiga glares at him, but
before he can hurl an insult, the hand in his hair slides down his head to cup
the nape of his neck. It’s warm. Taiga shivers.
            “You really are a good kid, you know that, Kagami?” Kiyoshi says,
smiling. “Thank you,”
                                             
===============================================================================
 
            That night, when Taiga gets back to his empty apartment, he throws
his bag in the corner and flops face down on his bed, the feeling of Kiyoshi’s
hand on the back of his neck lingering.
            “ You really are a good kid.”
            Taiga huffs. He’s not a kid…but when Kiyoshi says it, it’s not bad.
His body definitely doesn’t think so. His pants are already tight just from
thinking about him.
            He feels pathetic, but he still rolls over, makes quick work of his
pants, and slides them down his hips. He reaches over to his nightstand,
pumping lotion into his palm. He imagines Kiyoshi holding him. If he held Taiga
by the waist, would his hands wrap all the way around?
            “Teppei,” he breathes as he wraps his hands around his cock. He’d
never call him that to his face but…he’s jealous of the way Coach calls him
that. He wants Kiyoshi’s attention on him, not Riko, not Hyuuga, just Taiga.
            As Taiga’s moans start to get louder, he pulls his shirt up and
bites down on the hem, breathing hard into the fabric. He lets one of his hands
dip down beneath his balls, fingers dancing over his entrance lightly. Sinking
into his pillows, he pretends it’s Kiyoshi’s warm chest he’s resting on,
Kiyoshi’s long fingers pushing inside him, deeper than Taiga’s could ever go.
They might even go so deep Taiga would be able to feel it in his stomach, and
the thought makes him groan.
            “Taiga, so tight,” he hears Kiyoshi grit out, in the raspy way his
voice sounds after a run and gun. “Taiga, Taiga,” he chants, and even if it’s
just imagination, nothing would ever feel as nice as Kiyoshi calling him by
name. His cock pulses in his grip. He’s close, he’s really close.
            As he hits his prostate dead on, the words from earlier come into
his mind again, unbidden.
            “You really are a good kid, you know that, Kagami?”
            Only for you, Taiga thinks as he fucks himself faster. The shirt
falls from his mouth as he gasps for air. Only for you, Daddy.
            Both of his hands still. What the hell? Daddy? Jesus, he was fucked
up. It was bad enough he was already jerking it to the thought of his senpai,
but…but…
            “Daddy…” he says experimentally, beginning to move his hands again.
“Daddy.” He rolls the word over his tongue.
            He hasn’t seen his own dad in almost two years. Taiga can take care
of himself just fine, but it would be nice to let someone else take over, once
in a while. For once, to let someone else care for him. To hold him in big,
capable hands.
            He grinds against his fingers. He moans that word again,
embarrassed, but way too turned on to stop. He knows Kiyoshi is kind of an
asshole, and wouldn’t give it to him that easily. So he begs, begs his daddy
for more, harder, please.
            He comes hard, so hard that it’s several minutes before he can
move. When he finally does, the shame hits him. He cleans himself up in the
shower, and scrubs himself so hard his skin turns red. He swears he’s never
gonna do that again, but he knows he’s lying.
            It’s just hard to accept that in addition to the hand thing, he
also has a daddy thing, and that makes him want to bury himself in his sheets
forever.
                                                
===============================================================================
 
            The next day when he sees Kiyoshi at practice, he is armed with the
knowledge that he called him “Daddy” whilst jerking off.
            It’s awkward, but Kiyoshi is as airheaded as he always is. When
practice is winding down, Kiyoshi stands close to Taiga to offer some pointers.
To distract himself from the urge to run away, he spins a basketball on his
finger, letting the steady rotation relax him. It’s so hypnotizing that when
Kiyoshi says something else, Taiga doesn’t respond.
            “Kagami?” Kiyoshi calls him back to reality.
            Taiga stops the ball and holds onto it tight. “What, senpai?”
Kiyoshi smiles at him.
            “I was just saying, you have pretty nice hands, Kagami!”
End Notes
     I ship Kagami with everyone.
     paving my way straight to hell
     fic blog: uovos
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