Fanfiction, Kuroko no Basuke.
Drabble, Fukui x Liu.
Word count: 620
Warnings: NSFW, crossdressing, height complex, sexy shaved legs, almost smut
At the age of 23 and a college graduate, Fukui Kensuke has more or less gotten over his height complex. He hasn't grown much taller since the 176cm of his high school years (which by all means isn't short in the least), but it certainly helps that he isn't surrounded by an entire basketball team of giants anymore. However, there are still occasional exceptions when Kensuke's height issues return with full force, and he curses the heavens, the earth, and all of creation that other men were created so much taller than he. This is one of those moments.
Not that Kensuke would have ever expected to find himself in this sort of quagmire, but really, despite his straight-laced appearance, Liu Wei is a surprisingly resourceful and shockingly creative man at his best. At his worst, he's an bratty maniac who gets his kicks out of intentionally pissing Kensuke off. Right now, the blonde's opinion of his Chinese lover is wavering somewhere between the two extremes.
As Kensuke's gaze trails up the exposed curve of Wei's thigh for the nth time, he wonders exactly when his mouth became so dry, and when his pants got so tight. Although he's almost certain that this is wrong in so many ways, the way that the black knee socks cling to the muscular form of the younger male's legs is disturbingly gorgeous. In fact, Kensuke doesn't even know how or why this is turning him on- he's never taken himself for a knee sock fetishist. Perhaps it's the way that Wei's high heels cause his the tendons of his leg to arch and stretch, muscles pulled taught in a way that shows off their strength, and although Kensuke knows that these shoes were meant for women (and marvels at the fact that his boyfriend managed to find a pair in his size), he thinks that Wei certainly looks better in sky-high stilettos than any girl he's ever seen.
His eyes travel along the curve of Wei's legs up to his thigh and- holy shit the skin is smooth and- has Weishaved? Kensuke can already feel his erection straining against the front of his pants. Judging by the tent in the front of Wei's skirt (holy shit he's wearing a skirt-), Wei is enjoying being watched just as much as Kensuke enjoys watching. It isn't as if Kensuke's particularly paid attention to Wei's legs before then; after all, last time he checked, Wei was still as gangly and awkward with beanstalk-long limbs that were disproportional to the rest of his figure as he had been in high school. Kensuke almost feels like slapping himself or not noticing the way that his lover's been building muscle, growing, and maturing. Kensuke isn't sure if it's the look of a masculine figure in women's wear that he finds so ridiculously arousing, or if it's just the effect that Wei has on him.
At the moment that Wei crosses his legs and presses them tightly together, Kensuke'd mind simply goes blank; save for numerous oaths and profanities cursing those fucking gorgeous legs of Wei's to hell and back.
There's a moment of hesitance as both pairs of eyes meet, and Kensuke swallows dryly, and before Wei can even say a word, his lover attacks.
(Later, Kensuke curses Wei's legs and their beauty even more when the younger male's skirt is rucked up around his hips, a sheen of sweat covers his skin, and those lusty thighs are on either side of Kensuke's waist as their owner rides him like his life depends on it. Kensuke still really hates Wei's mile-long, perfect legs, but even he will admit that is one hell of a sight, and completely worth it.)
(a/n) I don't know. I just really wanted to write about Wei riding Kensuke in a pair of heels and knee socks. I bet his legs are gorgeous.