青峰 大輝

The kisses on his neck melted his thoughts, until the change in intensity made him realize that his neck was a rather… sensitive area. "A-ah!" An involuntary moan escaped him, surprised by the pinching sensation caused by something as soft as his lover's lips. It was a moment / the taller one immediately withdrew / left him and his shame behind / along with a rush of heat coming directly from his lower region. Ugh. Even his body was tense for a second, but now was craving for more.

Kuroko touched the area with his fingertips and noticed that there was still a little saliva left from the hickey he now owned. Judging by Aomine's look, it was going to be quite noticeable later on, but that wasn't a problem for him. Not for his present self, at least.

"So.. it's my turn to make you mine?" That mark triggered something in him, and now he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop before, but now, even less.

Kuroko brought one hand to his neck, but this time the goal wasn't to caress him, but rather to hold him. He tried to imitate what Aomine just did: placing his lips on his neck and sucking a little harder. But that wasn't all he did. His dominant hand dared to go a little further / placed itself right between his legs / over his clothes / groping and massaging what was already turned on.

Aomine was once again appreciating the closeness between them, enjoying the caress on his neck; he could almost vibrate with excitement.

And then that touch managed to shut down any coherent thought he had left. "T... Tetsu." So much for feeling cocky, because he was definitely caught off guard with the simple act. Aomine could feel his breath quicken as his boyfriend’s hand lingered against his lower region, the warmth of that touch reaching him even through layers of clothing. That simple act made him realize just how much they both wanted this.

"You definitely won't like where this is going." Riko affirmed Aomine's apprehension, though it wasn't like his disgruntlement would cause her to back down. If anything, it fueled her motivation to carry on with her plan. "Sure, that's true. But I can make sure you never set foot on Seirin again." Abusing her authority as the president of the student council, no doubt.

"What's wrong? You can't overcome one simple, tiny task that'll earn you all of Seirin's approval? I know you don't care about our approval, but we'll torture Kuroko-kun for the rest of his life if you don't agree."

After the little show of dubious eroticism, he saw his partner get up and pounce on him again. It was unfair that he was still taller, but at that point it didn't matter anymore. His chest could touch his / skin to skin / at that moment the feeling of needing him were fueled. It was becoming very difficult to control his breathing, not to mention his heartbeat.

There was a warm, cozy feeling building up in the lower part of his body, which would soon be begging for attention. But before all that, the taller one appreciated the closeness; the warmth radiating from Kuroko's body was also nice. Even with both of their shirts already taken off, it was starting to get even hotter.

"Tch... Ya think I care if they ask?" There was absolutely nothing wrong with him wanting to mark his boyfriend. People could talk all they wanted / he didn’t care. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be hearing complaints from Kuroko once the initial high wore off. Now that he had full permission from his lover, his lips pressed down even further / with purpose / and he started to suck. This time harder, and surely that would make Tetsu let out noises at the small, sudden change in pace. The pressure lingered, deliberate and possessive, until he was sure the new red mark on his lover's nick would later bloom into a deep and dark purple.

"Eeeh? now it's my fault? I didn't know you were so considerate, Aominecchi"

But more importantly, since when could he see through him? Kise didn't like the idea of showing weakness at all, so he decided to continue acting carefree in front of his old rival. Even patting him on the head… maybe he was on a hidden camera show. He wasn't worried enough to stop hugging him, so he stayed there, hooked.

Well, it was logical that Aomine would want his turn too, but it was Kuroko who grumbled about having to stop. His lips parted from his neck against his own desires, and when he raised his head again and met his lover's eyes, he puffed out his cheeks a little so that he would see him. “Fine…”

It took him a little longer to remove his hands from his torso and sit up until he was on his lap. He was starting to feel a little hot, so it might be a good idea to get rid of the shirt.

He had taken Aomine's shirt off rather slowly, but what about his own? He pulled it off in a couple of tugs (and only because it got stuck on his head, otherwise it would have been a single tug). With it off, it fell on top of the one he had taken off him earlier. Equal conditions now! “Is this okay for you…?” Yes, he was still a little grumpy about having to stop.

Aomine even happened to help the latter in taking off said shirt / even had to hold back from laughing about how it got stuck for a couple of seconds. "It’s..." Back when they played together, it wasn’t unusual for them to see each other without their shirts on when changing clothes after a match. Now, it had a very different meaning. "It’s better." He finally replied while his eyes happened to take another look at the body in front of him.

As his lover liked to say: he was taking his sweet, sweet time. Kissing noises, a gasp or two here and there… all kind of weird and brand new noises filled the room and Kuroko was so into it. He didn't have a plan / didn't came to Aomine's house prepared for that and at the same time, he was completely against stopping soon. It didn't matter how many kisses were provided, it was never enough. That hunger was new and exciting. He would even be so bold as to say... for both of them.About those hands on his hips? The only condition was to not run away? No problem at all.

"Aomine-kun…" He sighed his name and regretably separated from him / raising his head and observing what he got. The view was enjoyed only for two, maybe three seconds, before Kuroko went down again with the need of kissing his neck next. Would he like it as well? Would he be sensitive too? The first one was provided on his cheek as a warning, but then he went down, following an invisible path before showering his neck with more and more kisses.

His hands were holding his shoulders the whole time, but one of them got suddenly curious, going down too. Not too fast / he wasn't in a hurry / so he just caressed his skin with the tips of his fingers: going down his chest and conveniently slowing down when he was close to his heart. Was it racing, too? "I think I'm starting to like you more..." Was that even possible to begin with? Was he lost in the heat?

They weren’t even doing anything beyond kissing, and yet the taller one already felt frenetic for more / for something more than just kisses. After his shirt was taken off, shivers ran down his spine, his skin prickling at every touch the other provided to his body. His heart was definitely pounding with full-on emotion as he let his partner admire and enjoy every caress. Seeing Tetsu adore him like that was so worth it. "Mmm… I’d be worried if that weren’t the case." Because if Kuroko was touching him for any reason other than pure adoration, Aomine would be genuinely offended.

Aomine was still bigger than him. Even when seated. Kuroko had to stay on his knees to maintain a height where he could maneuver as he wanted. Conveniently, their heights matched… just like when he bent down to kiss him. In fact, he could kiss him. But there were other things he wanted to do first.

“Then, excuse me…” He could pull his shirt off in one go if he wanted to, but he decided to do it slowly. The fabric rose up his torso, gradually revealing him: his navel, his stomach, his chest… and with one last tug, he had the shirt in his hands, before setting it aside. Beautiful. And all his for a little while.

It had been quite a while since he had felt that way.

“Um… forgive me again, but…” This time, the apology was a little hollow, because Kuroko didn't feel at all what he was about to do: gently place his hands on his shoulders and let himself fall on top of him, leaving his partner underneath. Then, a little stare, and a smirk. “It's unfair that only you get this view, don't you think?”

The kiss was a promise for more, so he complied in returning the enthusiasm / by kissing back in tenderness / with hunger for more. "Tetsu..." He murmured between the kisses / deepening them as his desire grew. Both his hands found their way to hold his boyfriend by the hips, making him steady and not giving him a chance to escape from his grasp.

This time, he didn't want Aomine to have all the fun.

Kisses made him sigh / those little nibbles caused other sounds that were undoubtedly of pleasure. Aomine was having his fun, and Kuroko wanted some, too. "Uhm, Aomine-kun..." He called him again, even if it wasn't necesary. There was something charming on saying it now. "Actually... Can I take it off for you?" He was touching his warm skin as he asked, accompanied by his hand. Moving the fabric back and forth wasn't enough, and although watching him take off his shirt in front of him was a sight hard to resist, so was discovering his torso for himself.

An eyebrow was raised at the petition of Tetsu taking his shirt off. He could’ve done it himself, sure / but letting the other do it / letting him explore / take the initiative was also enticing. "Go ahead." He murmured, voice low and another kiss was left at the other's neck, still tempted to leave a hickey-- However, that can be saved up for later. He shuffled, and moved away from the other, now sitting on the bed so that it could be more comfortable for his lover to take off said clothing (hopefully he would be quick, since he was already missing the warm touch on his back).

But his lover was faithful, and didn't. Good, he would stay a little longer.

The kiss was shorter than he would have liked, but reading the mood... didn't complain. Turning around was comfortable for both of them, and it brought back memories of the past. Things they hadn't talked about since, and that doing now felt very different. Especially because Kuroko now already knew what he wanted and what he was doing. A caress on the face and a kiss on the neck were very different sensations, and they gave him goose bumps and a warm blush on the cheeks.

"Aomine-kun..." He responded to his call in the same way, aware that his body was on top of him, within reach of his hands. He could touch whatever he wanted, but what would Aomine like…? No idea. Trial and error time.

Good thing his lover was stubborn, too much for his own good / but then again, Aomine was thankful for said stubbornness.

He was where he wanted to be-- On top of Kuroko / kissing him / pampering him with more kisses on his neck. Hearing his name called out like that stirred something inside of him / in a very good and pleasant way. The taller one recalled memories of them being in a similar position; only back then, there wasn’t a bed involved like now. Very convenient. “You can touch me,” he said, because he trusted the latter enough, and would definitely let him know if there was something he wasn’t comfortable with.

Gasp. Not make a big deal? How could he not, when it was the equivalent of an extremely rare event???

While Kuroko was thinking all of that, his partner had stood aside in front of him, who lifted his chin and talked about kissing him. Well, that was better. He did deserve a kiss or two after bothering him so much, although Kuroko wanted to kiss him nonstop after seeing him smile. He would never understand what he meant to him. "Sounds good... but" A little warning, because he wasn't up for any more games. "Tease me now and I'm going home without looking back..."

Today, he felt bold.