"Oi Kuroko, why the hell is it so dark?" Kagami asked, irritated that he had been asked to sit on a lone chair in the dark.
Suddenly, the lights flicked on and music began to play. Kuroko sauntered into the room wearing a crop top, booty shorts, and a hot pink fanny-pack. He strutted flamboyantly around the redheaded teenager, who was quite flustered and more than a bit confused.
"O-Oi? Kuroko what the hell?" Kagami asked viciously through his blush. Then the words of the song registered.
"Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill."
"Oi! Kuroko you can't be-" Kagami was cut short when the blue-haired boy squared and began defying gravity with his ass.
"He keep telling me it's real, that he loves my sex appeal."
"Twerking, Kuroko?" The red haired, admittedly aroused, teenager snapped in attempted anger.
It was difficult for Kagami to maintain his feigned anger, however. As soon as Kuroko ceased his dancing, his shorts came off to reveal that he had, for whatever reason, been wearing a hot pink thong under his still unexplained booty shorts.
"F-Fuck, Kuroko-" Kagami choked, the color of his face matching his hair.
Kuroko, on his hands and knees, crawled dramatically across the bare floor to the space between Kagami's thighs, where he and Kagami met nose to nose. Kuroko successfully reached eye level with the red-faced embodiment of arousal before his hands glided down the white stripe on either side of his basketball jersey. Kuroko ignored the tent that had formed in the matching basketball shorts, instead he focused on haphazardly grinding on the air surrounding the aroused redhead.
At last Kagami reached out to stroke the luscious ass in front of him, but alas, Kuroko swiped the hand away and sashayed out of the room.
"Tch, what the hell..." Kagami muttered, still incredibly flustered.
((Another thank you to my fabulous kumquat of a friend. I love you. Really. I'm not mad that you inspired this at all. By the way, the thing the kumquat drew is on her tumblr: leos-wormstache under #dont call me da vinci))
