The triple date " 3 on 3 "
One day at the cafe on the corner of Sakura street, kise-Kun brought along aomine- San, his husbando to meet kuroko and his waifu, kagami for coffees and croissants.
"kuroko-cchi~!"
kise wailed, blond orbs wavering.
Kuroko had proceeded to manually beat off 'kagamicchi' violently beneath the table. His cooked fish marbles never dialating or changing in expression.
"yes, mmmm- take that you little whore,"
Kuroko stated, matter-of-factly.
"b- Baka! Not here,"
He groaned:
"what if someone comes!"
But no one had to come...
Kise Kun was right infront of them, and he knew.
HE KNEW.

Kise's husband looked on with a wall of chins, and a massive erection.
"kise-Kun" said aomine, between clenched teeth.
"yes darling?" kise stammered, eyeing the massive tent in aominecchi's stained basketball shorts.
"I think we need to cut the 3 on 3 a little short..." he blinked the sweat from his chocolate face.
"nyaaaa? Why!?" the blond male staring intently into his peepers.
At the same moment, law enforcement was dragging away a flushed and still erect kagami away from the table.
"b-because," aominecchi replied, "I... I need to go to the bathroom." ..it was TRUE.. kise could hear the bubbling sounds of need boiling within his husbands bowels.
"I guess I will follow you then," kise got up from the table and decided he would stand by the stall... Waiting...
while his freshly married husband expelled his contents within.
"kise, you little bitch, I need paper! Toilet paper!"
Kiss resigned himself and grabbed some from the nearby stall..
Little did he expected he would find himself to be falling from slip on misplaced new balance sneaker.
"waaaaah!" he cried, as he flying over the stall door in with aomine.
Inside... Seeing his husband like this... Made him feel more things than on their honeymoon.
Aomine's finger breached his chocolate starfish, the coarse hair on his brown arm scraping against kise's supple baby skin
Aomine groaned, wanting, needing, FEELING. SMELLING ..BEING!
...TASTING!
he relieved the tension by biting his own nipple.
"kyaaaaaah!" the blond mail croaked.
Tears escaped between his copious eyelashes. aomine wiped them away with his butthole hand
"b-Baka aominecchi! Just take your wife already."
With words of encouragement, aomine released his ophuroiedea from his pants.
He then proceeded to spear his delicate waifu over the toilet bowl as a homeless man in the neighboring stall was screaming bloody murder and expelling his entrails all over the crusty tiled floor.
After dousing the blond in a small jug's worth of sticky fluid- he took his grubby brown nub of a finger and spread it across kise's expanse of forehead, marking him.
"...simba..."
Kise Kun looked up at the beady dots glaring down at them from his husbands vein crossed and sweaty brown face.
With that final lustful stare, he came spontaneously as the homeless man let out his final wail...
And expired.
Back inside, kuroko was alert as always As he finished his coffee. And from that final wail,
He knew.
HE KNEW.