title: keep you (1/1)
pairing(s): kagakuro
rating: t+
summary: kuroko is spoiled as hell, and in retrospect, it's all kagami's fault

quickie notes: hello, this is my first step into the fandom, please ignore how much of a huge loser nerd i am. unbeta'ed like woah.

Two things were for certain: Kuroko made the cutest little erotic noises whenever they made out, and Kagami was either a fucking saint or a fucking idiot for holding back for as long as he did. It would always turn out to be a great night if he Kuroko humming and squeaking against his lips whenever his hands would rub at his upper thighs and back. And as equally as adorable, encouraging and just damn enticing was the huffy, impatient bites he would get when he would slow down, just to tease Kuroko until he couldn't take it anymore – until he would finally cry out instead of holding back those perfect little noises. And fuck if it took everything for Kagami not to slam Kuroko against the nearest flat surface when he would make those breathy little moans; those noises could drive him to the brink of insanity and never failed to zoom past his ear drums and down to his dick. Kuroko would stutter out broken pieces of his name reverently; petal pink mouth wrapping around each syllable like it was silken poetry and not just another wanton 'Kagami-kun'. There was no better place to be than there.

A chaste peck against his lips ripped him out of his fantasies and he reciprocated with a filthy open mouthed kiss, tongue licking deep inside Kuroko's mouth. He nipped at Kuroko's swollen lower lip, smirking when the other shuddered, dark eyelashes fluttering prettily. Why the hell was he fantasizing when he had the real thing right there, perched on his lap. He slipped his hands under the loose material of Kuroko's shirt to tweak at pert nipples, and smirked when he got a high keen in return. His smirk became a dirty grin when Kuroko gasped, his thighs squeezing against Kagami's hips.

"Kagami-kun," Kuroko moaned.

Oh fuck yes, that was still hot.

"Tell me what you want."

Kuroko growled adorably, the noise starting low in his throat out of sheer frustration; he threw his head back when Kagami licked a line up the column of his throat.

"T-taiga," he cried.

Kagami hummed in satisfaction, sucking dark spots onto the fair skin and smiling when they appeared, stark and obvious.

"Stop it, Kagami-kun."

God, yes that's exactly what he wan-. Wait.

"Please stop trying to distract me," Kuroko whined, breathing against Kagami's collarbones before slapping Kagami's hands out from under his shirt.

Okay, that was pretty much the direct opposite of what he wanted. Did he do something wrong? Was he being too rough? Questions raced through his head as he halted all movement. He heard a sigh of relief and he ducked his head, head spinning with unanswered inquiries. Hands smaller than his own cupped his cheeks and forced his head to up to look at the flushed face of a despondent Kuroko. Kagami hesitated, hands on the hem of Kuroko's shirt. Please God, please don't let that be - oh shit. That was a definite pout on his face. Fuck fuck fuck. He let his head thump onto Kuroko's shoulder with a groan – okay, so he wasn't in trouble but God damn it, he definitely knew what that pout foretold. And just when he was so fucking close to getting some; this fucking close.

"Kagami-kun," Kuroko started again, hands patting at his head impatiently. "I would appreciate it if you listened to me first, I really want you to do this for me. Please."

Alright, but no honestly, how could Kagami refuse that? Kuroko rarely directly asked for anything - and even more rare was getting a please that desperate outside of the bedroom. It really only took that much to fell him - he could admit was an unabashedly weak man when it came to Kuroko. He sighed noisily, hands moving to balance Kuroko onto his knees. Kuroko's hands moved from Kagami's face to his shoulders with a satisfied hum.

"Okay alright alright, what is it?" Kagami grumbled petulantly, eyeing the dark spots he left on Kuroko's neck with longing.

"Kagami's face looks very strange like that." Kuroko remarked casually, like he wasn't just about to get fucked to unconsciousness.

"If that's all you're going to say," Kagami rumbled, hands already moving to rip Kuroko's shirt off. "Then stop wiggling and let me keep going."

Kuroko huffed an endearingly annoyed sigh and palmed at Kagami's face.

"Ah! Fuck, Kuroko that hurts god damn it!"

"Then please listen to me!"

"Ah shit, you're fucking dangerous with those baby hands."

Kagami dodged another swat at his face and crushed Kuroko to his chest, effectively stopping all movement from the other.

"Okay, I'll stop, I'll stop. I'm sorry, okay?" Kagami chuckled into soft downy hair.

"Mmphh."

Kuroko's response was muffled against his chest as he nodded in agreement. Kuroko was still pouting as he was let go, and it almost made Kagami melt.

"As I was trying to say before," Kuroko started grumpily. "My parents and grandparents want you to come over for dinner again this weekend. What time will you be free on Sunday?"

Kagami stifled a horrified moan; oh God, back to that hell? As if it wasn't enough that he was still recovering from the last visit! He was barely made it out alive from the last time he stepped foot in Kuroko's home and God damn it, it was just so like Kuroko to immediately assume that Kagami would agree. He stared in obvious disbelief at Kuroko who only looked back, eyes firmly set.

"Mother and Father are warming up considerably, you know." Kuroko remarked. "Father even said that he approved of your future career plans."

That, in of itself, was a compliment of the highest degree.

"Did he now?" Kagami muttered back sarcastically. "Was this before or after another long ass rant of how he would murder me the next time he finds us alone in your room?"

"After," Kuroko answered back earnestly. "But he really said that he really does want to get to know you better."

Kuroko paused.

"And not just so he knows how exactly to kill you when you least suspect it." he added as an after thought.

"You little shit."

Kuroko squeaked uncomfortably as he was thrown and pinned onto Kagami's bed by his wrists. And as tempting as a flushed and squirming Kuroko underneath him was, he knew that he was going to have to suck it up and face the upcoming dinner like a man - no matter how much he wanted to run away and never come back. He was going to do it not to satisfy Kuroko's father, but because he knew Kuroko wanted him to. Kuroko was spoiled as hell, and in retrospect, it was all Kagami's fault. Kuroko stared up at him, gaze unwavering and lips still set in that stubborn pout. God, there was no way he could win.

"Fine, fine I'll go. Just stop making that ugly face."