WARNINGS!: This is an extremely silly, frivolously-written fic done as a means of procrastination and is not meant to be taken seriously. If you are sensitive to gender issues, this fic is not for you. OOC. No beta. No plot. No class. No common sense.
[T] rating: Language and perversion.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 2: 404 - Balls Not Found Part 2
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Kagami panted; sweat dripping down his arms as he slowly picked himself off the court.
He didn't even last 3 minutes.
Aomine's bored expression taunted Kagami even as he offered him a hand, but the latter simply slapped it away.
"Don't look down on me." Kagami clenched his teeth and got up on his own.
"Tch…" Aomine wondered why he even bothered to help.
"Alright people, show's over." Nijimura clapped his hands as he projected his voice. "Back to practice!" The captain grabbed Aomine by his uniform and dragged him off. "You're no exception." The hint of spite in his voice suggested that he didn't appreciate the interruption to their practice.
"Give me a min-" Kuroko and Kagami were still there.
"I've given you enough." Nijimura put his foot down and continued to pull his junior away.
Kuroko sneaked up on a defeated-looking Kagami and bent her knees right behind him, shocking the red-head from his disappointment.
Aomine made a face when he saw this.
'What do you see in him, Tetsu?'
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Kuroko and Kagami were at the university library.
"You don't have to beat yourself up over losing to Aomine-kun you know. Here," Kuroko said softly as she added another reference book to the sizable pile already in the tall red-head's hands.
"I'm not beating myself up over it," Kagami denied in a mumble as he followed her, skimming shelf after shelf. 'Seriously, what's with this girl? I've just suffered the biggest defeat of my basketball career at the hands of her boyfriend and she's not even the least bit bothered by it.'
In the corner of his eye, Kagami saw 3 students eye the both of them, clearly displeased that they were talking in the library.
Kagami lent in closer and whispered in Kuroko's ear, "Plus, I've never agreed to you becoming my tutor."
"I don't think you have much of a choice." Kuroko held up 3 fingers. "Third time right?" She smiled; the type that a girl did when she knew she was going to get her way. "Plus you're not a good liar."
"Huh?"
"Anyone who loves basketball would feel frustrated after losing," Kuroko turned her to Kagami and whisper. "But, you gave it your best and kept trying until the end. I respect you for that, and I suspect that somewhere, deep, deep down in Aomine-kun's heart, underneath all those layers of muscle and more muscle, he appreciated your efforts too."
Her breath tickled his neck. Kagami let out a breath he wasn't aware of holding. Yet, Kuroko didn't seem to make much of their close proximity. She was already on her tip toes, trying to reach another book.
'If only I wasn't a girl right now.' Kuroko thought before finding her back to Kagami's chest. He removed the book she was reaching for off the shelf, saying, "This one right?" in passing before adding it to the pile.
"Yes." Kuroko said as she tilted her head upwards to meet Kagami who tilted his head downwards.
Their eyes met. It was enough to make Kagami's heart skip a beat and his strength leave his body.
"Yes?" Kuroko asked, wondering why Kagami wouldn't look away.
"Just wondering how that jerk got you for a girlfriend." Kagami said, surprised at his own frankness.
Even more surprising though, was Kuroko's face. He'd originally believed her to be capable of only two reactions, her usual deadpanned expression, and the small smile she sometimes made here and there. Yet, now, she looked like she could almost laugh. Almost.
"Aomine-kun would probably flip a table if he knew you thought that," Kuroko said, startling Kagami.
'For a second there I thought she'd read my mind. But…' Kagami's thoughts trailed off. "You're not?" He sounded too happy for his own liking.
"No," Kuroko shook her head. Her neck had started to complain from the strain of looking up at Kagami from the awkward position. "He is my best friend."
"Seems unlikely," Kagami said.
"Does it?" Kuroko wondered how long she could keep looking up at Kagami like that. "He's not the most polite person in the world, hardheaded, and swears like sailor too. But, he's always had my back, and he loves basketball more than anything in the world.
Kagami did a long drawn out sigh. "It's irritating hearing you speak so fondly of that guy."
"Aomine-kun's really not that bad," Kuroko reasoned.
"I know." Kagami said in earnest. "If he were, I'd feel a lot less guilty about what I'm about to do."
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Kuroko was preparing breakfast in the kitchen when Aomine woke up that morning. Kuroko had him enter the apartment at 2 a.m., something he did often when he had a lot of his mind.
"Good morning," Kuroko greeted.
"Morning," Aomine greeted back, his voice still hoarse.
Kuroko concentrated on slicing the daikon. He didn't need to turn around to know that Aomine was behind him, leaning against the fridge.
'His arms are probably crossed too.' Kuroko thought.
"So, how did your little tutee took his defeat?" Aomine finally broke the silence.
"Very well, surprisingly." Kuroko answered. "He even asked me out, surprisingly."
"What?!" Aomine's deep voice cracked. "What did you reply?"
"Thank you, but I am really a guy currently in the process of wooing the hottest girl in the statistics department in hopes of stopping my sex swapping tendencies," Kuroko answered.
"Are you serious?" Aomine crossed the small kitchen until he was just mere inches away from Kuroko, prompting him to bonk him on the head with a ladle.
"As a heart attack. But, Kagami-kun found it so astonishing that I'd make a joke that he proceeded to laugh hard enough to get us kicked out of the library."
"So he still thinks he's got a chance with you?" Aomine asked.
"He did say something about not giving up," Kuroko answered, much to Aomine's displeasure.
"For fucks sake Tetsu, he's a guy." Aomine stated the elephant in the room.
"But, he thinks I'm a girl," Kuroko stated the obvious. "You know everything and still got an erection," Kuroko looked Aomine right in the eye.
Aomine massaged the bridge of his nose in frustration. 'Dammit Daiki calm the fuck down.'
"Yesterday- That…" Aomine ran his hand through his hair and started pacing in the kicthen.
'Aomine-kun never paces.' Kuroko knew this was serious.
"We've known each other all our lives Tetsu, you're my pal. It goes without saying that I like you. But, suddenly you turn into…"
"Into?" Kuroko almost dreaded what Aomine was about to say. Just like he said, they grew up together; there were very few people he cherished like he did Aomine.
"My ideal woman," Aomine looked away, the red of his embarrassment clearly plastered all over his tanned face. "But even beyond all of that," Aomine paused to look at Kuroko in the eyes. "You're just… adorable."
Kuroko's eyes widened. "Adorable…" he repeated. It sounded weird rolling of his tongue. He wasn't sure if it was a compliment to call a guy adorable. 'I'd always thought Aomine-kun preferred the sexy type.'
Aomine walked toward him, eventually trapping Kuroko between himself and the kitchen counter.
"Yeah, you're adorable; an oddball whose both smart and spacey. I don't know how you manage to pull it off." Aomine cupped Kuroko's face in his hands.
Kuroko's skin was so soft and translucent Aomine was scared that he'd bruise with a mere touch. Still, he didn't flinch, nor did he give any indication that he found his closeness disagreeable.
"You kept asking me if you could fall in love with me." Aomine traced the edge of Kuroko's lower lip. There was desire in his deep blue eyes.
"You made it clear I couldn't," Kuroko reminded him.
"I know. To be honest, this whole sex swapping thing is still confusing the hell outta me. I thought everything would go back to normal once you fall in love with Momoi. I wanted you to become 'Tetsu' again, the guy who'd always loved basketball no matter how hopeless a sport it seemed for him, the guy who I had to save every time he'd pass out after his third lap in the swimming pool, the guy who'd stand up to bullies twice his size even though he knew he'd get beaten up, the guy who had no remorse telling me I'm an ass straight to my face when I did something wrong. But, even as you are now, you're still that guy. Regardless of your indecisive sex chromosomes, you're still that guy. So… the next time you ask me that question, I'd like to ask you the same question in return."
Aomine searched Kuroko's eyes, but as always, he was impossible to read.
"And the fact that Kagami-kun confessed has nothing to do with this?" Kuroko asked.
"Why are you thinking about him at a time like this?" Aomine's brows furrowed and he took his hands off of Kuroko.
"Because you're right Aomine-kun, we've known each other all our lives; I know how much you hate to lose. I can't help but suspect that this sudden revelation's somehow tied to your rivalry with him," said Kuroko.
"I'd be lying if it wasn't. Of course I'd hate that he made a move on you," said Aomine.
"And yet, you didn't have any complaints about Momoi-san," Kuroko pointed out.
"Tell me of a time she made a move on you and we'll see if I have any complaints," Aomine's threat was comically, and deliberately monotone. But, if his treatment of Kise were any indication, he was pretty much sure that he would.
"But, I am a guy." Kuroko's doubts were unrelenting. It was nerve-wracking for Aomine.
"I know, but-" Aomine was interrupted.
"Do you remember our 2nd year in middle-school? Our senpai made you choose between basketball and breasts. You answered breasts before he even finished the question. I am a guy. Tomorrow, I will wake up a girl. My hair will be long, my voice will be high, and my chest will be big enough to invite wandering eyes. But the next day, I will return to how I am now. And when this curse is lifted, I will never be your ideal woman agai-"
This time, Kuroko was interrupted. It was difficult to speak when Aomine's tongue in his mouth after all. Being kissed out of the blue, and so voraciously too, made Kuroko want to detest it simply on the principle on of the matter. Yet, Aomine lived up to his reputation. Even a total novice like Kuroko understood just how good of a kisser his flat mate was. Maybe he simply wasn't used to it, but Aomine's ministrations were blocking all coherent thoughts out of his mind.
Kuroko closed his eyes, and a much-needed sense of relief washed over Aomine. He had definitely been uncertain at first, but the shorter male was finally responding to him. Aomine knew it was underhanded to use such thing against Kuroko, but his doubts ate at the taller male. The curse had unquestionably played a huge part in all of this. Even though he knew Kuroko's 'May I fall in love with you?' questions had been lighthearted quips in the purest sense, it had still initiated a chain reaction that did nothing but accelerate his feelings for him, uhh her, uhh…
"Tetsu…" Aomine breathed out when they finally broke for air. Kuroko, dazed as he was, barely uttered a single syllable before Aomine headed in for yet another lengthy smooch. "To me, you're just Tetsu. To me, you'll always be Tetsu. Balls or breasts, it doesn't matter; I think I was bound to fall for you, sooner or later, either way, either sex."
Kuroko chuckled. "That is the cheesiest thing anyone's ever said to me. You must be a riot with the girls."
"Believe it or not, I don't usually say such cheese-laden lines to girls, or guys for that matter." Aomine pressed his forehead to his. "You've turned me into a desperate, sappy guy who's falling in love; and to his own childhood friend no less. I'm gonna have to build a house, climb a mountain, and grow a mustache just to get a fraction my man-points back."
Kuroko chuckled again.
Aomine decided that he didn't do it often enough.
"I believe you, but, I'm afraid I'll have to tell you the same thing I told Kagami-kun," said Kuroko.
"You don't mean that," Aomine joked but Kuroko pushed him away all the same.
"I do. I'm supposed to be wooing Momoi-san. This isn't fair to her. And don't start. She and I were your idea so you're just going to have to control yourself until I apologise to her. It's Valentines Day today, she and I are going out tonight , but here I am cheating on her with you," said Kuroko.
"The two of you never made anything official. You said it yourself, you're still in the process of wooing her. And wasn't she pissed at you over something?" Asked Aomine.
"You were the one who said it was because she liked me," responded Kuroko.
Aomine sighed, "Would it help if I confess that I only said that to make you feel less shitty about being a shitty date?"
"It would, if you're telling the truth. But, either way, until I set things right - nothing." Kuroko was determined, but Aomine struggled with the notion of restraint.
"Impossible. We live under the same roof, alone, and I'm not allowed to touch you?"
"It's no different from before," Kuroko reasoned.
"It's plenty different from before. I didn't know what it was like to kiss you up until 15 minutes ago!" Aomine tried to justify his demands.
"Then I'll just have to invite Kise-kun over. That should take care of the 'alone' part."
Aomine blanched immediately. "That'll take care of the 'living' part too."
It took a while, but eventually Aomine turned around, and Kuroko knew he had won.
"When everything's cleared up, you'll definitely be mine?" The pleading tone felt weirdly inappropriate when coupled with Aomine's deep, usually confident drawl.
"If I keep my balls tomorrow, then yes, I suppose when everything's cleared up, I'm definitely yours."
"Definitely?"
"Definitely."
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It was 4 a.m. when Kuroko was woken up by a knock at the door.
"Tetsu, are your balls still there?" Came Aomine's voice from beyond the door.
Kuroko groaned and ducked under the covers.
In the hallway, Aomine had his ear pressed against Kuroko's door.
A few seconds later, Kuroko's groggy reply came.
"No, they're still not found. Now leave me alone before I make sure you lose yours too."
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Even though it was early on a Sunday morning, Kise Ryouta was in the studio for his latest photo-shoot.
"Nice Kise-kun. Just 10 more frames and we'll change sets everyone!" The photo-shoot director shouted.
The bright lights, the clothes, the never-ending flashes, the theatrical poses, the fake smiles … Kise had always been in his element when it came to such things. But today, he couldn't help but feel off rhythm.
"Okay, set change! Someone fix Kise-kun's make-up please!"
Kise sat down and took out his phone as the make-up crew gathered around him.
'They just look too alike,' Kise thought as he swiped his phone screen to view another photograph of the girl he'd seen yesterday.
"She looks just like Kurokocchi," Kise mumbled to himself.
"Uwaahhh, what a pretty girl," the girl who was fixing his hair marvelled as she looked over his shoulder. "Girlfriend?" She teased.
"Ahhh no, no way hahahaha… I don't even know her name," Kise laughed. "But, I can't say that I'm not interested in her."
"Heheh, but it's the first time you've been interested in someone right?" Another girl asked, eager for some fresh gossip.
"Yeah, usually you're always going on about your 'KUROKOCCHI!~~'" The other girls giggled at the impersonation, but they were quickly silenced when the director came over.
"Kise-kun, are you ready for the next shoot?" The director asked.
"Yes sir, just let me put this awa-"
"Wait." The director reached for Kise's phone. "Ho… What do we have here?"
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"Aominecchi! Kurokocchi! Open up! Big problem!" Kise shouted as he banged on the front door of Aomine and Kuroko's flat.
"Shut up already, you're disturbing the neighbours," Aomine yawned as he opened the door.
The moment a gap opened, Kise zipped past a half-awake Aomine and enveloped Kuroko in a big bear hug, rubbing his cheek to Kuroko's soft, light blue hair. "Ahh… Kurokocchi!~~ I love your morning bedhead the most!"
"Kise-kun, you're too close," Kuroko said in a deadpanned expression, but did nothing to deter Kise's attentions.
Aomine, on the other hand, couldn't stop the vein on his forehead from popping. "What's the problem?"
"Oh right." Kise suddenly remembered what he'd been panicking about before. "This!" He showed the two bluenettes the photograph on his phone.
The sight of Kuroko's female form innocently sipping her MB vanilla milkshake raised Aomine's hackles before Kise could even say a word. "What's your deal? Going around taking photographs of unsuspecting girls?" He snatched the phone away and proceeded to delete Kuroko's photos. The sheer number of them amazed and scared him all at the same time.
'To think Tetsu's so damn vulnerable,' Aomine frowned. Kuroko had little to no presence as a guy, but as a girl, she couldn't be more noticeable if she grew a fluffy tail and little pink paws.
It didn't sit well with Aomine that strangers could so easily take Kuroko's photos. What irked him even more was the fact that there was so little he could do to stop it. Not unless he tied Kuroko to a metal bar and kept her in their flat, where it was safe… where he could protect her. But, Aomine knew Kuroko would never agree to that. The taller male looked at his flat mate and found himself smiling at his notorious bedhead, 'I wish I could tie myself to you.'
"Nooo! Why would you do that Aominecchi!" Kise cried when he managed to repossess his phone. "I need to find her!" Kise pouted, droplets of tears rimmed his eyes.
"Why Kise-kun?" Kuroko asked. He wasn't particularly happy about having his photographs taken so casually, but that was neither here nor there.
"My photoshoot director sent those photos to his colleague and now he's absolutely adamant about having her in his new commercial. It's for a new perfume from a famous French fashion house. I'm guaranteed the male lead if she becomes the female lead. I have no idea who she is or where to find her, but surely you guys see it too don't you? She looks exactly like you Kurokocchi. I thought you two might be related or something."
"Actu-"
"She looks nothing like Tetsu. Sorry, we can't help you," Aomine said firmly. No way, no way in hell was he ever going to let Kuroko prance around in a commercial, exposing herself to all the leers of men and perverts alike. 'The only man who'll ever have that privilege is me.'
"You're already very famous Kise-kun. One account wouldn't be that much of a loss," Kuroko tried to console Kise by politely patting his back. Truth be told, he didn't like how Aomine was unusually harsh with Kise today.
"The commercial will be shown worldwide. It's a chance for me to finally go international."
"I see... When's the date of the filming?" Kuroko asked and almost immediately Aomine's strong left arm wrapped itself around his neck and dragged him into his bedroom.
"You, stay there," Aomine pointed to Kise before shutting the door.
"You can't seriously be considering this. Are you?" Aomine asked Kuroko.
"Kise-kun's our friend. He's been our friend for a long time. Have you ever seen him so desperate?"
"He's the living definition of desperation! You just don't see it 'cos you're the one he's desperate for."
Kuroko raised an eyebrow.
"Is there anything I could possibly do to make you drop this whole thing?"
"No."
"Damn…" Aomine sighed. "You'll be a celebrity if you go through with this. There'll be strangers… stalkers following you… taking photos of you… stealing your underwear… digging through our trash for your DNA…"
"Aomine-kun please stop joking."
"Who's joking? I'm serious Tetsu, what if this curse gets exposed? Things will get crazy. Scientists… scholars, they'll probably want to study you, maybe even dissect you."
Kuroko couldn't stop himself from smiling. Aomine had always been so fearless, so self-assured in his person. It was refreshing to see him this anxious about something. It was the first time Kuroko could say the words, "Aomine-kun, you're so cute," in full confidence.
"Eh?" Aomine said, taken aback. "Who's the one joking now?"
"It's just one commercial Aomine-kun. One commercial," Kuroko repeated. "And thanks to you, we don't even know when the filming will be. I might not even be a girl that day."
"Wouldn't that be the answer to all my prayers…" Aomine muttered.
"Kise-kun really wants this account Aomine-kun." Kuroko's eyes were steady and unwavering.
Aomine frowned, 'You've never been able to turn a blind eye to those who need your help.'
"Okay, but on 5 conditions; 1 – this will be the only time; 2 – the filming has to finish within the 24 hours that you're a girl; 3 – I am going with you; 4 – you start calling me by my name; and 5 – you're going to lift this 'touching' ban you've put me on."
'So that's why Aomine-kun's been extra grumpy today...' It all made sense now.
"I told you, the ban stays until Momoi and I-"
"You've talk to her on Friday night didn't you?"
"Yes and my right cheek's still smarting because of it thank you very much." Evidently, ending a courtship on Valentine's Day was not one of the better decisions Kuroko had made in his 21 years.
"So what's the problem?"
"Closure," Kuroko said, as if that single word contained everything that Aomine was supposed to understand about the female need for emotional resolution.
"She slapped you harder than an Ignite Pass Kai, I'm pretty sure she received whatever closure there is."
"…" Kuroko couldn't argue with that.
"And you're still swapping sexes. I have my work cut out for me trying to get you to fall in love with me. How can I if I'm not allowed to even kiss you?" Aomine encircled Kuroko's waist. "I don't have as much willpower as you think I do Tetsu, not when it comes to you." Aomine cupped Kuroko's bottom, pressing him into his engorged member.
"Alright," Kuroko finally gave in. "But I'm not exactly satisfied with this."
Aomine smirked. "Before tonight's over, you'll be too satisfied to even move a muscle. He traced Kuroko's ear with his tongue, loving the sound of Kuroko's gasp. "That, I promise you." He lightly bit Kuroko's little earlobe. Nipping and tugging until he heard Kuroko's cute little whimper. "And don't you dare put that stupid ban in place ever again." Aomine drew the delicate piece of flesh into his warm mouth and soon Kuroko's quiet moans were joined by the wet noises Aomine made with his tongue.
"Kurokocchi, Aominecchi?!" Kise called from the living room.
Aomine actually growled, "Tell him the girl in the photograph is your cousin-"
"Cousin, really? Are you sure you're not hiding some shoujo manga in your porn stash Aomine-kun?" Kuroko said sarcastically.
Aomine made a face, but continued nonetheless. "Tell him the girl's your cousin, and that she'll do the commercial if his agency promises not to leak any personal information."
"Thank you," Kuroko smiled as he reached for the door. He knew he didn't really need Aomine's permission to do anything, but it still meant something to have his support.
"Oh and wait." Aomine drawled, suddenly pulling Kuroko back into his arms. "Here's your punishment for breaking a condition," Aomine gave a toothy grin before he kissed Kuroko within an inch of his life. His hand reached behind Kuroko's neck, bracing him against the sheer force of his kiss. His tongue slipped past Kuroko's lips, delving aggressively, searching deeply.
"I'll never get enough of you." Aomine gave Kuroko another quick peck on the lips before doing the same to his forehead. "And don't forget; call me Daiki from now on."
"Kurokocchi, Aominecchi!" Kise yelled.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF-" In a move he learnt from Aomine himself, Kuroko dragged the taller bluenette to his level and kissed him.
"You have such a potty mouth," Kuroko scolded.
Aomine had a momentary lapse in brain activity, shocked that Kuroko had taken such initiative. 'But knowing Tetsu, it probably was just to keep me from finishing my sentence.'
"Well, if getting kissed's the consequence, consider me a lifetime member of the cursing club," Aomine drawled, earning an unimpressed look from Kuroko.
"Kurokocchi?" Came Kise's wary voice. The blonde had opened the door just enough for a teary eye to peek through.
"Kise-kun," Kuroko smiled. It was all that was needed to make Kise happy again. "The girl in the photo's my cousin. I'll talk to her."
"Kurokocchi!" Kise beamed as he flung open the door and hugged Kuroko without hesitation.
Aomine was ready to karate-chop the back of Kise's head, but a decisive look from Kuroko stopped him mid-air.
Aomine opened his mouth to criticise, but stop short and sighed, turning his gaze in mild irritation as he brought his hand down to ruffle the chronic cuddler's blonde locks instead.
"Aominecchi…" Kise said in amazement as Kuroko gave the tanned male an expressionless thumbs-up.
"Tch, don't get used to it, idiot…" Aomine grumbled, but Kise was all too happy to care.
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Aomine, Kise, and Kuroko spent the rest of Sunday lazing around, eating takeout, and playing basketball-themed video games. It was well over sunset by the time Kise finally went home.
"Arghh…" Aomine muttered as he nestled Kuroko in his arms. "Kise was all over you today. I swear the guy must've been a Labrador in a previous life or something…"
"Then you must've been a Koala bear," Kuroko responded.
"'Cos I'm lazy huh?"
"Because you could sleep over 21 hours a day if given the chance."
Aomine confined his laughter to a snort. "I'd sure as hell know what I'd do for 21 hours a day if given the chance…"
Aomine bent down and brushed his lips against Kuroko's.
"Pervert."
"Guilty as charged," Aomine drawled, the husky vibrations of his deep voice filling Kuroko with a warm sensation.
Aomine tugged on Kuroko's upper lip, biting just hard enough to convey the sexual energy that was bursting to escape. He ran his tongue over Kuroko's lips, urging the shorter male to part them so he could deliver a bruising, crushing, demanding kiss. Kuroko moaned into Aomine's mouth. Their tongues tangled, sucking, swirling, rolling over each other.
Aomine pushed Kuroko onto the sofa, parting the light-blunette's thighs with his knee. He rucked his shirt up, desperate to expose more of Kuroko's smooth skin. Aomine ghosted his long fingers over Kuroko's stomach, teasing his navel as they travelled up to his little pink nipples. He traced the outside of Kuroko's left areola with his finger, brushing the tip with each completed circle. Kuroko let out a trembling mewl and Aomine's mouth watered. He licked Kuroko's nipples, zeroing in on each tip by flicking his tongue back and forth before finishing up with a gentle bite.
Yet, it wasn't enough.
"I want more," Aomine growled as he placed his lips over each sensitive nub and gently sucked.
"Ahh… no… Daiki…-kun…" Kuroko rasped.
Aomine released Kuroko's nipple from his mouth and chuckled.
"No?" He smirked. "Do you really want me to stop?"
Aomine bit Kuroko's collarbone, causing him to breathe out a definite, "No!"
"How about a safe word then?" Aomine suggested as his fingers casually played with Kuroko's nipples.
"Safe- ahh… word?" Kuroko was having a hard time thinking with Aomine doing what he was doing.
"Yeah, I like it when you say no," Aomine teased. "It's cute."
Aomine cupped Kuroko's erection and the shorter male cried out, "Mr. Bean's undies!"
"What?" Aomine blurted out.
"Mr. Bean's undies…" Kuroko panted. "My… safe word…" His face was flushed.
"As you wish," Aomine grinned, kissing Kuroko full on the mouth before he pulled down the smaller male's pants and pulled out his fully erect member.
Kuroko's hands came down to shield himself, but Aomine pushed them aside. "You're so cute, Tetsu."
Kuroko blushed heavily, too embarrassed to even open his eyes as Aomine took him into his mouth. When Aomine swallowed, Kuroko's eyes watered and his breath hitched. He sunk his shaky hands into Aomine's short, silky hair as every pant, huff, and gulp he let out inched him closer and closer towards release.
Suddenly, he felt himself slipping out of Aomine's mouth.
Kuroko couldn't stop himself from pouting. He was so close.
Aomine gave Kuroko's length a little kiss before he turned him over to admire his ass. "Your little ass is so damn cute, Tetsu. Just like your little cock."
A vein popped on Kuroko's forehead.
"I'm not little. I'm average. Daiki-kun's the outlier," Kuroko spoke as calmly as he could, but the slight tone of indignation betrayed his feelings to Aomine.
"Haha… I guess you are a guy after all Tetsu." Aomine chuckled as he took off his own pants and positioned himself in front of Kuroko's entrance.
"Da… Daiki-kun wait!" In a rare occasion, Kuroko stammered as he felt the pressure from Aomine's shaft against his sensitive opening.
"Tetsu, I'm telling you, relax a bit."
"No, no, no, no, it's impossible. Impossible. Impos-," Kuroko made a strangled noise.
"Don't clench up," Aomine frowned. "Do you even know the meaning of 'relax' huuuuuuhh?"
"You're too bigggaaahhhhhhhh…" Kuroko groaned, feeling himself stretching. "Time out, time out, time out! Mr. Bean's undies!"
"Ehh?" Aomine furrowed his brows, but backed off nonetheless. "Alright, alright."
"That seriously hurts…" Kuroko said, his voice deathly serious. "Daiki-kun, I don't think we're doing this right."
Aomine muttered something under his breath, frustrated beyond belief. He was still rock hard.
"Daiki-kun," Kuroko began. "How about I take you instead?"
"What?!" Aomine was sure he'd never been more surprised in his life, not even when he woke up groping Kuroko's breast the morning after his 21st.
"I think I'd fit."
"In my ass?!"
"In your ass."
"You wanna fuck me in the ass?!" Aomine's mouth as gaping.
"You wanted to do the same to me," Kuroko reasoned.
"Bu, but… That's different?"
"How?"
"You… You're the uke!" Aomine blurted.
"So? Who ordained you the official seme?" Kuroko raised an eyebrow.
"Th- the, Tetsu… The seme is generally older and taller, with a stronger chin, shorter hair, smaller eyes, and a more stereotypically masculine demeanour than the uke. The seme usually pursues the uke, whom often has softer, androgynous, feminine features with bigger eyes and a smaller build, and is often physically weaker than the seme."
Aomine pointed to himself, "Seme…" and then to Kuroko "Uke…"
"Ara ara… You've really done your research on this haven't you Daiki-kun?" Kuroko clearly wasn't complimenting Aomine.
"Tetsu…"
"Bend over and spread your cheeks, Dai-chan…" Kuroko gave Aomine the most eerily bright smile he'd ever made, and Aomine felt a shiver shoot up his back.
'Crap, maybe he is the seme after all?!'
