Written by Sapphyre Lily
(For the Akakuro Says event winner)
Disclaimer: I do not own KnB.
Fingering
"Tetsuya." Akashi bent over the sofa and hooked his chin over Kuroko's shoulder, peering at the small font of the book. "What are you doing?"
"Reading, Akashi-kun." Kuroko replied absently, his eyes darting back and forth as they sped through the sentences.
"I can see that. What are you reading?" There was no reply. Grumbling to himself, Akashi leant forward to look more closely at the words.
His hands roved up and down her body, eliciting a shudder of delight. One hand rose to knead her breast, and the other trailed over her smooth skin, coming to a rest at the waistband of her panties.
His hand cupped her mound, and she arched up into his touch. He smirked at her, lightly rubbing her sensitive skin through the silken material. "Getting desperate, are we? I can feel how wet you are. Just how long have you been waiting for this?"
The woman whimpered, grinding her hips downwards on his hand. "T-too long. Please-please-"
The man's smirk grew wider, and he slipped a finger beyond the flimsy material, pressing into her damp heat. She moaned in ecstasy. "More, please, more-"
Akashi frowned and head-butted Kuroko lightly. "Tetsuya, this is a sex scene."
"Indeed it is, Akashi-kun." Kuroko mumbled, gripping the book more tightly. Akashi glanced at Kuroko's face. It was dusted a light pink, and his breathing was getting slightly irregular.
Akashi smirked to himself, then leaned towards Kuroko and lightly licked his earlobe. The cerulean-haired boy yelped and dropped his book, one hand coming up to cup his ear. "Akashi-kun?!"
Akashi propped his elbow up on the sofa, leaning against his fist. "You seem awfully interested in that fingering scene, Tetsuya."
"I-i-it's nothing!" Kuroko's face was getting redder and redder, his normally stoic expression replaced by a nervous one.
"Doesn't seem like nothing, love." Akashi eyed the front of Kuroko's pants, then dipped his hand to cup the growing bulge. Kuroko squeaked and scrambled away, but it was too late. Akashi raised an eyebrow at him knowingly, and blue eyes downwards in embarrassment.
"Love." Kuroko twisted his body to bury his face in the couch. "Tetsuya." A heavy weight descended on his knees, and he was forcibly pulled away from the cushion. Akashi held Kuroko's face between his hands, gazing into his eyes.
"Two things. One, stop kissing the sofa." Kuroko rolled his eyes, in spite of his earlier embarrassment. Akashi continued, ignoring the gesture.
"Two, I am feeling generous right now, so if you wish, we could try out that technique you were eyeing in your novel." That caught Kuroko's attention.
His hands reached up to grip Akashi's shirt almost desperately. "Really?"
Akashi chuckled and pulled away, undoing the buttons on his shirt leisurely. He threw Kuroko a seductive look, grinding their hips together as each button popped open.
The blunette gaped at him for a second, the red flush creeping back onto his face.
He threw the book aside and pounced on Akashi, pinning him to the couch, his eyes hungry.
"You asked for it, Akashi-kun."
"Do your worst, Tetsuya."
Author's note: Yes, it was supposed to be KuroAka, now let your imagination go wild. Uke Akashi is a pretty picture, isn't it?