This one's unedited too.
I've been swamped with projects and I barely get the time squeezed in to actually write this. So there might be some more errors and god don't even get me started on characterization. Writing Midorima was way harder than expected.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter, if you spot mistakes feel free to point them out. God knows this chapter needs it.
I do however plan on editing all the chapters eventually, it just may take a while.
Chapter has been edited now.
Kise leaves almost as early as Akashi, dragging himself out of bed and kissing Kuroko at least ten times, before he's finally ready to leave. It's the basis for the arrangement between them; the exchange is smooth and doesn't incorporate Kuroko - usually. Kuroko goes to bed with Kise and wakes up with Midorima, that's the theory.
Midorima is waiting for Kise in the kitchen, wearing an atrociously colored dressing gown and a flower crown on his head. Kise doesn't comment, he's already lost that argument too many times.
"He's sleeping." Kise says and sits down. Midorima slides him a mug of coffee. Midorima doesn't acknowledge his words, as they are more a way for Kise to fill the silence than actually of informational value. It's simply too early in the morning for Kuroko not to be sleeping.
"It's a good day for Aquarius." He says instead and Kise quirks an eyebrow.
"Did you bring his lucky item?"
Midorima frowns. "Of course." What a stupid question, really. He pulls a ruler out of his pocket and Kise has to make an effort not to laugh out loudly. A ruler and a flower crown, of course. Midorima shoots him an irritated glance but doesn't comment. Kuroko silently tolerates his fixation on fate and that's enough.
They say their goodbyes once Kise has finished his coffee and Midorima begins with breakfast preparations. He's asked Kise what they had yesterday, and since two sweet mornings in row are a bit dull, Midorima opts for healthy instead. He prepares a peach from Akashi's garden, adds a few grapes and a banana and mixes everything with cereal. Simple and light, perfect for what he has planned for today. Kise likes to stay in and be generally lazy with Kuroko, but Midorima likes to be active.
And of course, his talent in the kitchen is heavily limited.
By now Midorima is rather good at guessing when Kuroko will wake up, so when the time has come he makes his way upstairs. He leaves the prepared breakfast in the kitchen, turns the water heater on and places the bottle of milk on the table. Kuroko doesn't like it too cold.
Kuroko is still asleep, half wrapped around a pillow and Midorima takes a precious moment to just take in the image. Like Kise, he doesn't accept payment, but while this was originally mostly a favor to Akashi, now it has become something significantly more.
Not that he'd ever admit that.
There's a slight frown on Kuroko's face and Midorima watches as his sleep grows slowly more restless. He pulls open the curtains, which is greeted by an annoyed groan and then Kuroko is awake and blinks up at him.
"Good morning Kuroko." Midorima says and Kuroko smiles. "Breakfast is waiting."
"G'morning Midorima-kun." He mumbles and rubs the sleep from his eyes. There're no morning cuddles with Midorima, but he gets a quick peck to his lips when he sits up and that's enough. Midorima is scarce with his affection, but he makes up for it with his meticulous care.
On some days Midorima helps him dress, but usually he waits for him downstairs, with breakfast, tea and the lucky item of the day. Kuroko could ask him for help, but he's already been through a day of intense coddling so he doesn't bother. He quickly changes into his day clothes and makes his way into the kitchen.
Akashi's house is huge, each room more spacious than the other, but the few central rooms that Kuroko frequents the most have a cozy and familiar atmosphere that come with everyday use. His own presence is predominant, mostly due to Akashi's regular absence, but he's left his mark and there are traces of Kise too, of Midorima, Aomine and Murasakibara. Even of Kagami. Akashi never bothers to removes them. It makes Kuroko happy, and that is all he cares for.
The air in the kitchen is scented with tea, and Kuroko sucks in a deep lungful of it. Midorima has discarded his gown, but he's still wearing the flower crown, and will keep wearing it for the rest of the day. At least he got his hands free today. Having an enormous stuffed penguin watch him do, well, stuff, is simply uncanny, especially if it gets in the way of just about everything.
Next to Kuroko's breakfast waits a ruler, completely out of place but the sight of it lures out a soft smile on Kuroko's part. It's Midorima's way of showing his care, he always goes out of his way to not only get his own but also Kuroko's lucky item of the day. Tuesdays, he supposes, are his lucky days then. But even that appreciation runs short, when his own lucky item turns out to be an outboard boat motor.
"We're leaving in 45 minutes." Midorima informs him and Kuroko nods. Days with Kise are usually lazy and relaxing; days with Midorima are strictly planned but always interesting and usually fun. He likes to take Kuroko out to go see things, museums, art shows, the new exhibition in town, the list goes on. He always makes sure to be prepared, so he can provide Kuroko with as much details as possible, and while it can be tedious, Kuroko usually enjoys it very much.
It was Midorima who taught him Shogi. Needless to say Akashi was very pleased when Kuroko challenged him to a game. He hasn't won a single game against Akashi so far, but that is to be expected. It's not that Akashi doesn't make it up to him.
"Where are we going?" Kuroko pours milk over his cereal bowl and digs in.
Midorima has discovered a bowl of strawberries somewhere and is busy cutting them up. "The natural history museum has just opened a special exhibition on the history of food. I thought you might be interested." With 'you might be interested' translating to 'I booked tickets already, because I am 100% sure you will like it as much as I do'. Yeah, they are like that.
Kuroko accepts the bowl of freshly cut strawberries. Midorima finally sits down and starts on his own breakfast. To be honest, he is kind of pleased about today's activity. He's not the type for art, and while Midorima gives his best to make it interesting, there are only so many paintings of weirdly deformed anatomy he can look at before he gets bored. And history has always been one of his favorite subjects, even if it's on food.
As Midorima had announced, they're leaving 45 minutes later, flower crown in place and ruler tucked into Kuroko's jacket pocket. When it comes to lucky items, this is actually one of the least conspicuousand Kuroko's glad for it. For someone who usually just blends in with a crowd, standing out because he holds a giant frog plush, is a bit hard to get used At least Midorima didn't expect him to drag that boat motor with him that one time.
Midorima opens the car door for him, making it seem like an incredible annoying chore, instead of a courtesy. While grace comes naturally to Kise, Midorima is rather stiff about things, but Kuroko has long since learned not to be fooled by that. If possible, Midorima is even more stubborn when it comes to Kuroko; he only acts very different about it.
There's little talk on the way to the museum, neither is the type for idle chatter, but that also means both are perfectly fine with silence. Truth be told, it's a bit of a relief after Kise's constant string of conversation. Sometimes he just likes a bit of silence.
They gather more than one curious look for Midorima's flower crown, once they get out of the car, but they've walked around with worse. He doubts he'll ever let that boat thing go.
The exhibition is interesting enough on its own, but Midorima adds a lot to it with his own knowledge. He even gets into an argument with one of the museum guides about some details about the biological implications of banana breeding. He can get rather passionate about things like that, and while the argument itself is a hassle, Kuroko likes to watch Midorima when he's like this. There's something about the light he gets in his eyes, when he's passionate about something, even if it's just bananas. It must be because Midorima is a man that rarely allows his emotions to show.
They eat lunch at one of the restaurants surrounding the museum. Kuroko keeps asking questions about their food, mainly because Midorima is so delighted about sharing his knowledge. He even gets another kiss after they've finished their meal, something Midorima rarely ever does, even outside of public places.
"I haven't planned anything for the afternoon." Midorima explains once they paid and left. "We can do whatever you want." Kuroko has half a mind to reply with 'I want to do you' but it won't work as well as it would on Kise. And Midorima is the kind of guy who might go through with it. And while there is a certain kinky side to Kuroko, that said is mostly restricted to one certain redhead.
"I'd like to do some window shopping." Kuroko says while eying an installment of the Maji burger joint. Midorima is very observingly skilled, almost to a level that reaches Kuroko himself, so he picks up on it immediately.
"You should regulate your uptake of Vanilla Shakes." He reprimands, but makes his way over all the same.
Kuroko waits patiently outside. His surprise is substantial when he sees Midorima returning with not one, but two milkshakes.
"Did you acquire the taste Midorima-kun?"
"I merely want to understand what you find so enjoyable about artificial vanilla flavor." There's been a part about artificial flavors and food supplements in the exhibition, including the odd experience of sampling a lot of oddly nice smelling chemicals that either looked like salt or water but were neither. The fact that the vanilla flavor in his favorite shake is not gained from real vanilla doesn't mitigate his experience at all.
Midorima frowns. "What is so funny about that?"
"Nothing." Kuroko can't help his smile.
They stroll down the street, along shops and stores, once again in mutual appreciative silence.
"Takao told me of a new book shop that has opened. Do you want to check it out?"
"Yes, that would be nice. How is Takao-san doing?"
Midorima clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Good, I suppose." Despite his dismissive response, Kuroko knows how much Midorima cares for Takao. They're kind of a couple, yet Midorima would rather be caught dead than to admit that. Apparently inviting Takao in for a threesome with him and Kuroko was no problem, but owning up to his feelings isn't. But Kuroko supposes, Takao likes it just like that. But then again, it did take a lot of prompting and a significant amount of alcohol to bring Midorima to admit he wanted a threesome, but when it came to the actual deed, there was no incentive needed.
While Kuroko is busy pondering the weird behavior of his caretaker, Midorima has his very own revelation. He's so far scorned Kuroko's exceeding milk shake consumption, but after tasting it himself he has to admit it is really good. No wonder Kuroko likes to drink that stuff. He supposes he should have seen that coming. Kuroko possesses excellent taste after all.
The new bookstore is huge, six floors, topped off with a café and it doesn't take long for Kuroko to disappear into one of the reading corners, while Midorima browses through the esoteric corner on the search for the newest Oha Asu guide. When Kuroko finally enters the café, Midorima is already waiting with a vanilla shake and a coffee forhimself. He has his own pile of books, but it pales in comparison to Kuroko, who had finished his last unread book yesterday with Kise and had to stock up anyway. Midorima is considerate like that.
They drive home after, Midorima carrying the book bags without question.
Midorima prepares their food, which has to go lengths to reach Kise's quality, but it's edible. Something one can't say about Aomine's creations. Although, going by the definition, leather shoes are edible, but don't make for a good culinary experience.
After dinner, Midorima fetches the shogi board, complete with the game they'd left off at last week. Kuroko is fairly good at shogi, but Midorima is used to go up against Akashi and that's a skill level he can still only dream about. They'd played four hours last week, with Kuroko stubbornly refusing to give up, but Midorima, who probably pondered over the setup over the last week - that bastard - beats him within minutes.
"You could have done that last Tuesday." Kuroko chides as Midorima collects the game pieces. "I wouldn't have missed so much sleep." Midorima smiles and adjusts his glasses, a sure sign that he's up to something.
"Shogi is a game of patience; I wanted to teach you to keep a cool head even after hours of play." His smile turns somewhat smirk-y. "I should have known that it is redundant in your case."
"You should teach me to beat Akashi-kun." Kuroko says as he starts setting up his game pieces.
"A, that is impossible, B, you don't even want that."
"Akashi-kun and I played strip shogi last time." Kuroko smiles at the memory. It wasn't Akashi who ended up butt-naked, but it was certainly Akashi who made up for it. But that was mostly the point anyway.
"How do you even… never mind I don't want to know."
Akashi is kind of his boss; Midorima can do well without knowing the details about his love life. Even though he shares that same intimacy with Akashi's lover Kuroko. So technically, he's had indirect intercourse with Akashi? There's a reason why he doesn't spend too much time thinking about their relationship. He's there to keep Kuroko company, so that's what he will do.
They stop when it's starting to get late, and Kuroko's constantly losing focus. Midorima has played shogi since his childhood; he's used to hours of focused thoughts and concentration, for Kuroko that is much harder. He also lacks his competitive will from last time, so when his moves get messier and messier Midorima decides it's time to stop. He cleans up the remains of their food and puts the shogi board back, all the while Kuroko watches him from the frame of the living room door.
"Let's go to bed." Kuroko says and turns, his invite more perfunctory measurement than necessity. Midorima would follow him everywhere without question. And if that sentiment would send Takao into an unstoppable laughing fit, so be it.
Midorima removes the tape from his hands and throws it away. There will be no need for that tonight. He leaves the flower crown on the coffee table, scattered petals are romantic in theory, but in practice they simply leave a mess. Kuroko is waiting for him, already half undressed and with the first signs of impatience.
He pulls Midorima into a kiss as soon as he's in range, and Midorima lets him, allows him to steer them to the bed where they topple down in a mess of limbs and short breaths. Kuroko's the on in charge of starting up the engines, Midorima's the one who drives them home. He pulls off the rest of Kuroko's clothes and lets his own follow. Kuroko's panting softly, face tinted a slight red already and it's easy to see that he has waited long enough.
Kuroko's always been a tactile person, but ever since he's moved in with Akashi and their special arrangement, he's been so spoilt that going for any extended period of time without contact, leave shim hungry and deprived. Midorima spreads his hand on Kuroko's chest, lets the feeling of warm skin seep through his fingers. Maybe it's because he keeps them taped, but it always feels like his sensations intensify when he touches Kuroko like that.
"Midorima-kun…" Kuroko breaths and loses whatever he was about to say when Midorima latches on to one of his nipples. Kuroko's hand finds purchase in Midorima's hair and the pull off it is enticement enough to increase his effort. Kuroko has the luxury of getting pampered, not only by his lover, but also by four other men who would just about to do anything for him. There is rarely a reason for him to be needy, but Midorima tends to be stingy with his affection.
He knows better than to ever disclose to Kuroko that it's not because he's shy or prude, but because he's after this precise reaction. Kuroko moans and his hand tries to push him downwards but Midorima resists. He catches Kuroko's hands with his own and holds them down, kissing his way over his chest to the other nipple.
"Midorima-kun." Kuroko urges again, and this time he doesn't even attempt to follow up with a sentence. It takes so little to excite him, and once he's up, there's no stopping. Midorima thinks he might be addicted to Kuroko, to the many flavors and tastes he combines in himself, to the hint of other men who've left their mark and the beautiful perfect combination of all their efforts that is Kuroko Tetsuya. And maybe even that faint taste of vanilla that impossibly clings to his skin, no matter what he does.
He had planned on drawing it out as long as possible, but Midorima finds his way to Kuroko's cock almost on instinct. Kuroko's newly freed hands dig back into his scalp, and it's reward as much as it is incentive, and Midorima takes the challenge and swallows him whole. The moan that escapes Kuroko is strangled on lack of breath, his hands lose purchase and he sinks back into the bed.
Kuroko has long given up mourning the fact that despite having constant sex, his stamina hasn't built up much, so it's no surprise, when he feels his climax nearing soon after Midorima went down on him. There's no need to give a sign though, for Midorima always seems to know perfectly when he's about to come. In that way he's superior to all the others, save Akashi. This time he's not stopping short though, and Kuroko comes with an aborted moan deep down Midorima's throat.
Midorima's smirking slightly when he comes up again, hair disheveled and glasses slightly ajar, but he licks his lips with a devilish glint to his eyes and that one most definitely comes from Takao' influence. Kuroko's breath is still coming hard and he feels flushed and kind of woozy but not yet satiated.
"Say my thanks to Takao-kun." Kuroko says in retaliation and Midorima clicks his tongue. Mentions of Takao are sure to rile him up, and Midorima knows exactly what Kuroko is attempting to do.
Kise is a hopeless cuddler, Aomine likes to play dirty, but ultimately tender, and Murasakibara is just about the gentlest person you could think of. As to what Akashi is up to, Midorima doesn't want to guess, but when it comes to rough play he's about the only one to pull it off. Don't even ask him as to why he's able to make that assessment.
He grabs Kuroko's arms and pulls him around until his face is pressed into the sheets. He's rough but with a measure to it. Akashi's tasked him to satisfy Kuroko, body and soul, but that doesn't cover lasting injuries. Not to mention that hurting Kuroko is simply unthinkable.
Kuroko closes his eyes and gives himself over wholly to Midorima's hands. His movements are rough, but he takes proper care either way, and when the first slick finger breeches him, Kuroko gives way with a sigh. There's not much need to stretch him, so it doesn't take long until Midorima has three fingers buried inside of him. By the time he's finally paying attention to his prostate, Kuroko is already hard again.
He gets little warning before Midorima pulls his fingers out and presses his head down with the other and then there's something else nudging against him. Midorima spreads him and Kuroko lets the pillow swallow his moan, when he slides in. The hand wanders from his head to his back, for better purchase and Midorima loses little time before he starts moving.
He starts slow, but with force, and soon Kuroko has to turn his head to get the much needed air. Despite how often he is filled, the feeling never ceases to amaze him. It's like a missing piece has returned, different in shape and size, but always as though it was built to fit only him.
And then Midorima starts moving for real. It's all Kuroko can do to hold on to the sheets and not be swept away by the sensations overrunning his system. He won't last long, he never really does, but he wants to draw it out either way.
Midorima adjusts his position, leans back to lift Kuroko's hips up. The change in angle draws new sounds from Kuroko's lips. Midorima tightens his grips on Kuroko's hips to pull him even closer. The feeling is something he might never get used to. The way he's buried deep in Kuroko, engulfed by the heat of not just another body, but Kuroko's body. It's almost enough to send him right over the edge. Kuroko's back is slick with sweat, his shoulders heave with labored breathing. His fingers dig harder into Kuroko's skin and his gasp draws out into a moan, as Midorima pulls him up higher.
"Kuroko." He moans, because it seems he's losing Kuroko with the way his eyes are glazed over, mouth hanging open like he's dazed out of his mind. Kuroko's eyes refocus and he smiles an open mouthed breathy smile at Midorima, skin flushed so deeply he looks almost feverish. And then the little devil clamps down on him, the surprise action nearly breaks his self-control and Midorima slumps forwards as his legs weaken considerably. The movement causes him to shift inside Kuroko and his own moan is drowned out by Kuroko's even louder one.
Kuroko tightens around him again, and while Midorima was prepared this time, his legs finally give out to him and he lets himself fall to the side, pulling Kuroko with him, until they're in a position that somewhat resembles spooning. It's harder to move like that but Midorima reaches around Kuroko and puts his hand on his so far neglected cock, and the sigh Kuroko lets out is even better than all the sounds he's made before.
Midorima returns to rocking his hips, but his focus is on his hand movements and Kuroko finds his mind once again overwhelmed with pleasure. The heat inside his body builds up with every stroke of Midorima's hands, and it drives him, relentlessly until it culminates in one furious peak of pleasure and he comes with a low shout.
The moment orgasm hits Kuroko, he tenses impossibly tight around Midorima and he manages a few more thrusts before he's thrown over the edge too. Somehow his arms have found a way around Kuroko and he clings to him as the waves of pleasure roll over him, pressing their bodies together as though it is the only thing keeping him from drowning.
God knows, it could as well be.
He can feel Kuroko tremble in his arms, the force of his orgasm still hasn't left him, so Midorima pulls him closer. They're both soaked with sweat, but the temperature of their bodies is still warm and so Midorima just nuzzles his face into the crook of Kuroko's neck and inhales that sweaty slightly musky scent of Kuroko right after sex.
"Midorima-kun. I hate to interrupt your moment but I am kind of sticky." Kuroko sounds still breathless, but he's wriggling slightly. He surely must be uncomfortable with the mess he has made on himself. Not to mention the mess that won't take long to leak out of him, that Midorima made. "We can cuddle later." He pacifies and Midorima gets up with a sigh. It's surely that damn Kise's fault, and probably Akashi too, that Kuroko always expects him to clean up.
Midorima won't admit that he would do it either way, just because there's something about the way Kuroko can't be bothered to move, after he's just been fucked senseless. By Midorima no less. That's why he gets up without complaint, and if Kuroko's amused about he doesn't even complain about the cuddle comment, then so be it.
Tuesdays are the best after all.