"Are you ready, Kuroko?"

"In a minute, Kagami kun!"

Kagami sat on Kuroko's bed, staring at the sheets draped along the windows. There was a long platform along the floor. He could see Kuroko through the sheets, setting something up in the closet. He wondered why Kuroko had called him over, saying it was very urgent.

"Okay, I'm ready!"

Kagami watched the sheets as a shape that definitely wasn't Kuroko shone behind it. Then, out stepped the beautiful Kirimi, wearing quite showing lace panties with an oversized t-shirt, obviously one that Kagami left at his house. Kagami gaped as Kuroko strutted down the short runway, smirking slightly.

"Oh...my...god..." Kagami's mouth watered. He knew Kuroko acted completely different when he was at his home or with Kagami, but this was a whole new level of sexy.

Then came the poses.

Kuroko had reached the end of the runway and had posed with his hands behind his head, elbows up, so that the shirt came up and showed off a bit of his stomach. It also happened to show off the lace panties he was supposedly modeling. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," he smirked widely.

Needless to say, Kagami took many photos. "Kuroko," he whined. "You look too sexy not to touch..."

"Patience, the show is hardly even started," Kuroko mumbled, doing his last pose (which happened to be turning around and bending over). He then stood straight and strutted off the miniature runway while Kagami grumbled his complaints.

Kuroko took a two-minute changing break and when he returned he was in something more showing than the first. He confidently strided down the runway in his tight lacy top and his practically-just-a-few-threads-of-cloth panties. Kagami practically dove on him when he posed, sticking his ass out as far as possible on purpose. Kagami tackled him to the floor, kissing his neck and practically ripping his weak excuse for clothing off.

Kuroko moaned, arching into his boyfriend's touch. Kagami knocked the wig off of Kuroko's head. "I would rather make love to Kuroko, not Kirimi," Kagami mumbled his explanation.

A smile crossed Kuroko's face. He kissed Kagami needily, blushing. Kagami went red in the face, slipping out of his pants. Kuroko unbuttoned Kagami's uniform shirt hastily, his fingers fumbling.

Kuroko's eyes widened when he realized that he was naked. Not that it had been any better with the lace garments, but at least then he still felt a bit of comfort knowing he wasn't completely nude. Kagami slid the shirt off his shoulders, and oh shit. They were both naked.

Just how far would this fashion show go?

Kuroko woke up tangled in sheets, his legs knotted together with the boy's underneath him. His eyes went wide as he peered at the sleeping Kagami beneath him, memories of the previous night flowing back. His cheeks went a shade pinker than normal and a goofy smile came to his cheeks.

"How do you want to do this?" Kagami asked, a naked Kuroko pinned beneath him on Kuroko's bed.

"You ask me that like you've done this before," Kuroko chuckled. Kagami blushed darker than he already was.

"I have watched a bit, but I'm as inexperienced as you are."

Kuroko rose an eyebrow. "You've watched gay porn?"

"I WAS BORED, OKAY?!" Kagami shrieked in a higher pitch voice nervously. "Now, let's do this if we're going to do it!"

Kuroko still remembered how gentle the boy had been, how caring...he remembered how beautifully awkward it had been. He shifted in his spot and winced. Being kind and gentle didn't mean that he wasn't sore.

Kagami woke up at his movement. "Mmm?...Kuroko?..."

"Good morning," he replied softly.

Kagami grinned lazily up at him. Maybe he could get used to this.