Hello everyone! :D

So this is, um, a really short birthday fic celebrating Aomine's birthday! Since, y'know, he's a hottie and everybody loves him and yeah, Happy Birthday Aomine! Have a great one.

Ermmm I think I'm a day earlier than everyone, maybe it's just where I live? Lol. Apologies.

Fanart of Aomine and Kuroko have been flooding my Tumblr dash lately, so I kinda had nothing but AoKuro on my mind the whole weekend... this is my first AoKuro fic, since I normally ship KagaKuro and AoKise. Haha. So, sorry if they are OOC.

For those of you who were wondering (both on here and sites elsewhere) YES I did get Tumblr. It seems to be all the rage nowadays? Why? Somebody please enlighten me...

Anyways. Enjoy this short fic. Please leave a review and tell me what you think! OuO

Happy Birthday, Ahomine!~

-x-

When Aomine Daiki wakes up on his 21st birthday, the first thing that hits him is the scent of vanilla. It's everywhere - on the sheets, on the pillows, and especially on the male lying beside him. It brings back a wave of pleasant memories, and Aomine can't help but smile.

The blue-haired boy in his arms snuggles closer to Aomine, clutching his shirt tightly.

Aomine kisses Kuroko on the forehead, a ghost of a smile dancing across his lips.

Kuroko yawns. "Good morning, Aomine-kun."

"Woah, what's with the formality? After what happened last night, I think Daiki is okay."

He earns a sharp jab in the stomach from his lover, but he laughs it off. "I love you, Tetsu."

"… shut up."

"How lovely."

"Let me go back to sleep. I'm tired."

Aomine squeezes Kuroko's butt teasingly. "Sure, if you can withstand my sexual advances."

Kuroko groans. "No, please. I'm really tired. I just really want to sleep. Please, Daiki?"

Aomine can't help but huff. It's so unfair. Kuroko knows that Aomine had a certain weakness. A weakness with blue hair and sky-blue eyes.

"Fine, fine. Sleep, Tetsu."

Aomine presses their bodies together, and Kuroko welcomes the warmth under the sheets. He loops his arms around Aomine's neck.

"Mmm," Kuroko strains his body against Aomine's. "I love you, Daiki."

Aomine can feel his legs turning to jelly and he's grateful that he's lying down. He resists the strong urge to nip at the nape of Kuroko's neck. He knows he can't because there were a lot of red marks on him already, and they both had work on tomorrow.

Aomine is rewarded with a light peck on the lips.

"I love you, and happy birthday, Daiki."

A shiver spirals down Aomine's spine.

He hugs Kuroko tighter, and buries his face into Kuroko's vanilla-scented hair.

"It's not fair," Aomine mumbles. "Stop it. I don't want you saying my name like that."

"Why?" Kuroko pulls back and stares up at Aomine with innocent pools of cerulean.

"Because you're so cute I feel like pushing you down."

"I already am down."

"You know what I mean!" Aomine says, embarrassed. He pulls Kuroko closer once again to hide his blushing face.

Comfortable silence fills the room.

"Daiki." Kuroko mumbles into Aomine's shirt. "Daiki. Daiki. Daiki, Daiki, Daiki. Daiki."

"What're you doing?" Aomine clicks his tongue, exasperated.

"I'm not tired any more," Kuroko says clearly, "And I'm waiting for you to push me down."

Gosh, Kuroko was seriously so frank sometimes.

But it's not like Aomine had any problems with that.

Birthday sex was the best present Kuroko could give him.