"Take them out, little phantom." Hanamiya encouraged with a low purr, pulling the fingers coated with his saliva out of his mouth. "Don't be shy~ my saliva won't be the dirtiest thing that'll enter your delicious tight hole." He lifted Kuroko up to sit on the kitchen table, both of the albino thighs was pushed up and spread obscenely wide. The image it made was enough to make the bad boy to groan in want. When the bluenette hesitantly drew those saliva-coated fingers to the tight ring of muscles, the sudden urge to claim those lips hit him. "Slowly, little phantom. One by one." He clicked his tongue when the phantom was about to pushed in two fingers at once.

"L-like this-s?" He asked with humiliation covering his entire being, never before having touched such an embarrassing place with obscene purposes. He pushed a finger in slowly, biting his lower lips on instinct as a sudden wave of awkwardness mixed with pleasure threatened to escape through his lips. "Nghh...!" He tried to imitate Hanamiya when the bad boy had his fingers knuckles deep. Kuroko's embarrassment went up a notch when the older man pulled out his hardening cock out and began to stroke himself as he watch the erotic scene playing.

The Kirisaki Daichi captain and coach grunted. "Shit! Who'd thought that the slutty look suit you so much. Maybe you would belong better in the slut house, pleasuring my dick."

Kuroko hated the dirty talk, not wanting to prolong the dubious act he tried to shove anther finger in and started to scissor himself, opening up the small passage wider and rolled his finger on one of the baby tomato Hanamiya had forced inside him. The feeling of another man's saliva rubbing such an intimate place was doing numbers on him though and such he was having trouble to move his fingers deeper. The fact that he was rubbing the bad boy's saliva inside himself was just so...bad. Not bad in the criminal way. It was erotic, more than dirty talk, he hated that he liked it, the X-rated act the dark-haired man was making him do.

Looking at the mouth flopping open in pleasure, the sadistic player suddenly changed the smaller boy's position by making the younger one lay on his back on the kitchen table, the bluenette's head hanging off the table. "Open up, little phantom. Open wide." The bad boy grinned as he rubbed his dick head on the cupid bow pink lips. His arousal heightened when the clear teal blue eyes flowed with crystal tears and the lips parted. "Good boy." Hanamiya purred happily.

"That was good." The bad boy actually gave the phantom a peck on the lips, a peck. A very non-sexual gesture.

The Seirin basketball player felt his heart skipped before beating miles high. He looked sideways in embarrassment even though in reality he had just been harassed into a dubious consented sexual act. "Will you get off me now?" He said with a tone of indifference, refusing to let the bad boy know how affected he was with the situation. "I need a bath."

The older male cocked his eyebrow and smirked. Instead of distancing himself from the younger one, he pulled the boy closer and shifted his hold, intending to carry the cutie upstairs to the bathroom and that is what he did.

Being carried like a damn girl in distress reminded Kuroko of Kazuya, the bubblegum addict, suddenly missing the delicious vanilla-scented fried rice. "Please put me down Hanamiya-san." His hand pushing at the much firmer chest build and was prepared to land on his feet when the grip loosens. "I do not like being treated like a girl." He said monotonously before successfully escaping to the bathroom quickly and locking the door. He thanked his low presence and the fact that it could be enhanced.

"I'll let you off for the morning, little phantom."

Kuroko actually felt a sense of dread when he heard that sentence through bathroom door, then the soft thud of footsteps walking away. Slightly easing his feelings the softer it went. With a soft sigh he twisted the knob and stood still under the shower, letting the water to drip down on his already threadbare body. "I hate him." He mutters to himself, knowing full well that it was uttered half-heartedly for some reason unfathomable.

Unlike the first few times since this started, he did not tried to scrub his pale skin to redness when applied the soap all over his body. Nor did he felt any disgust, fine, that is a complete lie. Still, as he bathe the memory would come hit him just like the first time and since then but while at the beginning he felt repulsed, now there was a penchant of…pleasure.

A loud ringing song, drove him to quicken his bath and immediately drying his body as he walked out of the bathroom with only a spare boxers he always left in a small basket beside the door. Once he reached his bedroom and checked his phone, it had already stopped ringing. 'Huh- why did K-' The door to his bedroom was opened rudely.

"Who's it, little phantom?" Hanamiya leaned towards the open door, looking coolly towards the bluenette. "Your boyfriend?" The sarcasm was thick.

Kuroko denied with a shook of his head sideways.

"Then it would be unimportant. Leave it, we'll have breakfast that I have made while you took your time with bathing." He said like he expected Kuroko to do as he says, already walking towards the staircase as soon as he finished talking.

The shadow's lips thinned for a moment, remembering a certain redhead with a similar but more demanding…personality. Putting down his cellphone, he trudged out of his bedroom and followed the bad boy downstairs to the kitchen. Looking at the simple breakfast already served in two plates on the table waiting to be eaten, he felt somewhat put out. The kind deed was not lost on him but, he would appreciate it more if the one gesturing it was not his rapist, he was certain of that. "Fried rice?" His tone was, monotonous as always.

"Don't worry, the used baby tomato earlier has been disposed into my stomach." Hanamiya clicked his tongue.

Kuroko took seat on the opposite of Hanamiya. He tasted a spoonful, his expression did not change, he continued eating though a single sentence slipped after the first spoonful. "It's not the same." It was as soft as a whisper.

Yet Hanamiya heard him and gave him a look. "I don't really know how to cook, I've been told I make some mean fried rice though."

It was like the older one had accurately guessed that he, the phantom player, wanted to eat some fried rice. "By whom?" He doubted that the older one has a lot of friends, it must be one of those regulars of Kirisaki Daichi.

"My team's official cook." A shrug accompanied by his usual bad boy grin. "Kazuya."

OMG! I know I said that I'd update on the end of this year's December but look! An early update! Because of much of your begging…and staying true with me for a year without an update… I love you guys so much! Please review, I promise if you guys reviewed a lot, I'll update again soon!

Oh and I wanna propose something! I challenge you guys to give me a review that would…oh I don't know…maybe make me feel excited or amused or something. Doesn't have to be a good critique, anything will do. I'll be the judge of it. The prize? Nothing to amazing…just a full scene of the explicit HanaKuro act.

Much love,

Axile.R