Same as the chapters before, will be edited eventually
~ Wednesday
Aomine has little reservations about snuggling in with Kuroko while he's still asleep. It's early in the morning and he deserves some additional rest, god dammit. Kuroko grumbles something under his breath and snuggles into the warmth of Aomine's arms. He's freaking adorable while asleep.
Kuroko wakes up to the familiar warmth of a body wrapped around him, but it takes him a moment to process which day it is and therefor whose body he's currently using as a comfort blanket. Aomine is still asleep; his soft snores tickle the back of Kuroko's neck. Kuroko shifts and wriggles until he's facing Aomine who, guided by some infallible sixth sense, wakes up at that moment. He blinks at Kuroko and kisses him in lieu of a morning greeting.
He pulls Kuroko closer and nuzzles his face in the crook of his neck, clearly in favor of some more cuddles instead of getting up. That, or it might have something to do with the boner that's currently pressing against Kuroko's thigh. Aomine mumbles something unintelligible and shifts closer, and it doesn't take long before his hands start to wander.
"How about some morning sex Tetsu?" He finally lets up on Kuroko's neck and tilts his head to look at him. Kuroko is still kind of drowsy, but his own morning wood makes a clear appearance so all he does is pull Aomine into a kiss and shift until he gets to share some of the friction.
"Someone's eager." Aomine teases and rests his hand on Kuroko's neck. Kuroko doesn't grace him with a reply.
They do it slow that morning, moving against each other while Aomine holds them in his palm. When Kuroko comes he clings to Aomine's strong back, gasping against his heated skin and satisfied to a point he could just fall right back to sleep. Aomine holds him through it, even when his own climax hits, he holds Kuroko as gently as though he's made of glass.
And that's what Kuroko loves so much about Aomine, that despite his brash exterior, despite the countless rough edges, he's the gentlest of them all.
It's Kuroko who more or less drags them into the bathroom. Aomine doesn't fall asleep right after sex like Kise does, but he still has his downtime. But Kuroko feels kind of gross, covered in sweat and cum so he decides a shower is in order.
Thankfully, the warm water revives Aomine, as much as he likes bodily contact, Aomine can get kind of heavy. Aomine takes over washing Kuroko's hair, mainly because he can 'make a cool Mohawk' as he puts it. The towel dry and get dressed afterwards, although Aomine playfully jokes there'd be no need for Kuroko to get dressed. A remark the man in question soundly ignores.
After he almost poisoned Kuroko with one of his cooking experiments, Akashi let him swear an oath to never attempt cooking again. At least not anywhere near Kuroko. Aomine values his life, and he doesn't like cooking anyway so he either bothers Kise until he prepares something for them, or he orders food.
Microwave food is out of the question.
Actually, the list of rules Akashi has given him is quite long, and Aomine suspects that he's the only one who has to adhere to most of them. But then again, his kitchen skills are kind of disastrous. Kise thankfully prepared something for them, complete with a sticky note reminding him to let Kuroko heat it up. Sometimes Aomine thinks the others purposely drag out this whole 'Aomine can't cook' joke, just to piss him off.
"Aomine-kun, this is delicious."
"Not you too, Tetsu." Aomine groans. He's right though, it is delicious. Damn that Kise and his cooking skills.
"So what's it going to be today, basketball or basketball?" Aomine grins at the fond smile his question causes on Kuroko's face.
"You're the only one who still plays with me." Kuroko says with an exaggerated sigh.
"Oi, don't make it sound as though it's a bad thing. You like playing with me, don't you?"
"Very much." Kuroko agrees and that's that.
Despite having just taken a shower, they spend the morning playing basketball on the court in Akashi's backyard. Aomine, despite very popular belief, is a really good coach, although he sometimes goes a bit over the top. And he obviously can't stop showing off even for once, but all in all Kuroko's improved significantly ever since he started playing with Aomine. Which doesn't mean he's any closer to actually beating Aomine though.
It ends with Kuroko close to passing out and a way too over energetic Aomine who keeps scoring from more and more ridiculous positions. In the end Aomine has to carry Kuroko back inside, which kind of derails into a steamy make out session against the living room wall, because Aomine is many things, but patient is none of them.
Also, a sweat covered Kuroko is a definite turn on. The prospect of a sweat covered Kuroko after Aomine worked him hard even more so. Sue him.
So in total, a typical Wednesday morning.
Aomine orders pizza while Kuroko takes another shower. Well, three pizzas actually, because Aomine eats for two and half people while Kuroko racks up enough for a half person on a good day. Even after powering himself out in a basketball match.
Sometimes Aomine isn't sure if Kuroko's actually human. But then again, the same can be said about Kagami.
God, his friends are fucking weird.
He's probably the least person to talk, considering what Akashi hired him for. And doesn't that technically make him prostitute? But he doesn't get paid, and he wasn't exclusively hired for sex and…
He really should stop that train of thoughts, it gives him a headache. Thankfully Kuroko returns a moment later from the shower, hair still wet and wearing one of Aomine's shirts.
"I accidentally grabbed one of your shirts, Aomine-kun." He explains. Aomine's brain takes more than its due time to process the image in front of his eyes. Kuroko wearing his shirt, isn't that something usually only Akashi gets to enjoy?
From the way he looks, Aomine seems like he's about to blow a fuse. Kuroko had a hunch he would react like that, after all the first time he wore one of Akashi's shirts things went out of hand quickly. That may or may not be exactly the reaction Kuroko was aiming for.
It's not even that Aomine is the possessive kind of guy, if he were this whole thing wouldn't work out obviously, it's just something about Kuroko almost disappearing in the folds of his too big shirt. Like he's somehow become even more appealing than he already is.
Maybe it's a good thing the door rings at exactly that moment. Or maybe it's the universe's way of telling them that there is such a thing as too much sex. Aomine doesn't care either way, he'd gladly forgo food if he can have Kuroko instead.
Even if it's pizza.
Only Kuroko's threat to open the door as he is – Aomine's shirt and underwear, no pants in sight – gets him to retreat to the front hall. Akashi's house is way too huge so there's an intercom in almost every room. Kuroko lets the pizza deliveryman in through the front gate while Aomine awaits him at the door. It's a familiar face and they exchange pleasantries, and Aomine wonders what it says about him and his food consumption habits when the delivery guy drops him greetings from his wive.
Well, sue him, pizza is awesome.
Kuroko has shed the shirt and is wearing one of his own when he returns, but from the way he's not-so-secretly gloating, Aomine can tell that the little devil knows exaclty what he did to him. Akashi has a bad influence on Kuroko, no doubt about him.
Aomine knows he's only one out of four guys that can't even dream to keep up with the man who's actually in charge, but he also knows that there is something only he can give Kuroko. And contrary to his best intentions, it's not the ability to fuck like rabbits.
It's a matter of fact that Aomine is just about always horny.
They somehow make it through the whole of three pizzas and two liters of coke without any major incident and after Kuroko shoots down another offer for basketball ('seriouly Aomine-kun, is there nothing in your head except basketball?') they settle in for a movie.
Aomine votes Space Jam just to get rise of Kuroko but his efforts fall flat. It is Kuroko after all. Akashi has an impressive collection of movies, half of which he probably doesn't even know he owns. Kuroko likes movie nights, but he usually loses the last half of most films to wandering hands, courtesy of Akashi. Akashi indulges Kuroko in just about everything, but he'd prefer if Kuroko spends their time with Akashi and not distracted by a movie.
So Kuroko usually ropes one of the others into watching movies with him. Aomine for his part, is all on board with that. He likes having Kuroko in his arms and do nothing more than some stupid action flick that he makes a point to pick apart at every corner but secretly enjoys very much because Bruce Willis, man. Kuroko likes to complain about having to use Aomine as a sofa replacement, but he never even attempts to move away.
After the movie finishes Aomine pulls out the PlayStation 4 from Akashi's game cabinet, another one of those things the man has probably no idea he owns. He's given each of them a credit card to do with as they please, as long as it benefits Kuroko and as far as Aomine knows, there is no limit on it. Not that any of them would dare to incur Akashi's wrath to buy something too expensive.
So far, they have yet failed to determine an amount of money that would qualify for too expensive. Kise's still trying to convince them to buy an island just to see if they can.
Aomine is an ace not only in basketball, but also when it comes to just about any game, thanks to his freakishly accurate hand to eye coordination. But there is one line of games where Kuroko will inevitably wipe the floor with him each and every time. And that is fighting games.
It's up to the point it's frustrating but Aomine refuses to simply give up. There will be the day when he beats Kuroko, fair and square and if he has to sit through session after session of biting the dust in the most humiliating way possible, so be it. Victory will be all the more sweeter.
Until then Aomine's slowly building up a serious grudge against the person who decided it would be a good idea to yell 'fatality' every time his character bites it. The 'finish him' before is just as worse. He's only glad Kuroko's not the type to gloat.
Kuroko's not the type to make friends easily, he's simply too easy to overlook. So he can look back on a childhood that was very intimate with various gaming consoles and it's for that fact he now can pull off just about any combo that there is known to man. It's not really a surprise that Aomine, who plays basketball running on some kind of animalistic instinct, fails to grasp the concept of tactical combos. He's a button smasher, up to the bitter end.
Kuroko considers this his way of getting back at Aomine for being so damn good at basketball.
Aomine's persistent once he's put something in his head and Kuroko's used to spending hours repeating the same complicated combo again and again until he's perfected it. So it isn't surprising at all that it's the setting sun that finally pulls them out of their game induced stupor. Aomine's growling stomach is only seconds behind though.
"Next time we're playing Call of Duty." Aomine grumbles as he puts down his controller. His thumbs kind of hurt from all the pressure he applied, but he still doesn't feel any closer to beat Kuroko. Now he kind of gets how Kuroko must be feeling, constantly losing in basketball to, well, just about anyone.
"Akashi has banished that game after Kise threw his controller through the terrace door." Kuroko stands up and stretches. It feels good to move after sitting in the same position for so long.
"What? Why would he do that?" Aomine stops in his attempt to make his neck muscles pop to look incredulously at Kuroko. His face reads something between stunned disbelief and generally offended.
"Because you kept picking him off with headshots." Kuroko supplies and Aomine's face falls.
"Ah, right. That night." His face falls into one of fond memory, very fond memory, and Kuroko shakes his head. It's not likely he'll ever forget that night. Or the whole weekend for that matter. Akashi had to go on an extended business trip, something he tries to avoid at all costs, but sometimes it's just inevitable. They had decided to all stay with Kuroko, which was awesome in its own way. Needless to say he has some very good memories of that weekend.
Akashi wasn't nearly as happy though, finding upon his return that the bunch of them had turned his home pretty much upside down. He'd forgiven them eventually, mostly because Kise showed him the tape he recorded.
That's right, that tape.
"Didn't Kise tape you while you were, you know?" He grins suggestively, knowing full well that Kuroko doesn't like to be reminded of said tape.
"Please don't remind me." Kuroko interrupts firmly. He was slightly drunk, and Kise played way too dirty in getting his consent to tape them. He would have long burned that damn thing, but Akashi likes to watch it occasionally, and the sex he gets out of that is amazing. But that doesn't negate the fact that it's embarrassing as hell. And Aomine, among others, likes to rub it in.
"We should do that again." Aomine lets himself sink back into the couch, still that dopey grin on his face he always gets when he thinks of that occasion.
"Absolutely not." Kuroko shoots him down immediately. Aomine just keeps grinning.
"But say, Tetsu…" Aomine has his eyes closed, voice trying for casual but Kuroko can sense the underlying edge. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"
"If it were, I would have burned the tape already and Kise-kun along with it." He says flatly. Aomine stares at him for a moment, before he starts laughing.
"Don't tell me Akashi gets all kinky on you?" Kuroko shoots him a flat look. "Okay no, don't tell me, please."
"Should I get jealous that Aomine-kun insists on talking about other men?"
"I know what you're angling at Tetsu, but with your position that is kind of questionable."
"So I should get jealous then?"
Aomine's lips pull into a grin, devious and it's about the only warning Kuroko gets before he's pulled up and into the other's lap. "Tetsu." He growls, breath hot and moist against Kuroko's lips.
"We haven't had dinner yet." Kuroko says once Aomine lets up on him, eyes slightly glazed and breath already erratic.
"Screw dinner." Aomine pulls him in again and Kuroko digs his fingers into his back, all hard muscles and strength. "I'd rather screw you." Heat floods Kuroko's body, Aomine's hot body against his and suddenly his clothes are way too uncomfortable and restricting.
"You are a true romantic." He says as Aomine kisses his way down Kuroko's neck, pushing his nose into his collar. His breath sends new waves of heat down to where Kuroko's cock is starting to take interest.
"Shut up." Aomine mumbles against his skin, a slight graze of teeth and then lips and Kuroko lets himself sink into the sensations. There's always an edge with Aomine, be it his foul mouth at times or how he likes to hold Kuroko down when they do it, but ultimately he's the one who worships Kuroko the most - aside maybe from Akashi who runs out of competition.
Aomine's somehow managed to unbutton Kuroko's shirt with his teeth. In general, Aomine likes to do a lot of things with his teeth. Opening beer bottles being the least of them. He's also very eager to show that skill off.
Kuroko has to bite his lips to not cry out when Aomine latches to his nipples. His fingers graze over Kuroko's sides, teasing and playful. Aomine sucks once on his nipple, Kuroko's back arches and he closes his eyes with the sensation, next thing he knows, Aomine has pulled him up and restrained his arms with his own shirt. He can be crafty if he wants to.
"So how about a rematch?" Aomine licks the area behind Kuroko's ear, his breath hot and tingling, contrasting his somewhat cheesy words. But that's just how Aomine is.
Kuroko lets out a breathy chuckle, lips pulled into one of his rare smiles. "Aomine-kun should know he doesn't stand a chance."
"Oh is that so?" Aomine's teeth graze down Kuroko's neck and then he bites slightly, barely enough to redden the skin. Kuroko sucks in a breath and Aomine is there to seal it in with his lips. He uses the distraction to get his hands on Kuroko's pants, fiddling until he gets them open. Kuroko follows up and shimmies until they've managed to pull them down far enough to expose bulging underwear.
Aomine-kun untie me." Kuroko demands and Aomine allows himself a wicked grin.
"Nope." He says and kisses him until Kuroko's frown lets up and melts into pleasure. "I've big plans for you today. Can't have you run away." Kuroko rolls his eyes, fondly, although Aomine has actually no idea how he pulls it off, without changing his general expression.
Truth be told, Aomine's plans don't go further than 'fuck lie bunnies', but there's just something about a disgruntled Kuroko who desperately wants to touch him but is helpless against his own pleasure either way. Aomine makes quick work of his own clothes, noting how Kuroko's eyes stick hungrily to every patch of skin he reveals.
He gently pushes Kuroko down until he rests with his back against the couch's backrest, before he drops down between his legs. Kuroko's eyes widen just slightly and then they slid close as Aomine takes him into his mouth. He's sloppy, has never been one for refined technique but that's exactly what makes it so good.
Aomine doesn't mind his teeth as much as the others, but even then he's always mindful not to actually inflict pain. It's a thin line sometimes, but Aomine walks it like a pro, although Kuroko is about 90% sure it's purely on instinct. Either way, it doesn't take long for him to be a blabbering mess and it's 100% Aomine's fault.
He feels his orgasm building up, a slow but steady wave of heat that sets his nerve ends on tingling. Higher and higher and usually he would give a warning at this point, but he can't gather enough coherency to think, let alone form functional sentences. Maybe Aomine caught up on something regardless, or maybe it was just luck in timing, but he pulls off shortly before Kuroko's would-be climax.
It leaves him hanging, gasping for air and some semblance of cognizance. Aomine kisses him, salty heat on his lips and then he feels something warm and dry press against his cock.
"Sorry, don't have any lube." Aomine's breathing is more ragged than it has any right to be, his face is red with it and his eyes look as though he was the one who just received head. It's a mystery to Kuroko how Aomine, of all people, Aomine who couldn't go easy on the court if his life depended on it, can get off solely by pleasuring others.
Aomine takes them both into his hands, the friction blissful against his heated skin. Kuroko moans lowly in his throat and Aomine leans forward to chase the sound over his lips. It's a messy kiss, both of them are breathing hard and Aomine also has to keep the friction going and his brain just isn't built for this. He puts one hand on the backrest to get better leverage as he fully focuses on getting the both of them off. Kuroko's eyes are half lidded in an attempt to keep them open and it's all kinds of hot to see him come undone like that. His breaths come out in moans more often than not; skin flushed red and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
It somehow reminds me of their basketball games, the way he gets only when he's facing off Aomine with Kagami by his side, all fierce will to win even though his body's barely holding up with the ace's speed. It wouldn't be the first time Aomine comes to the image of a threesome between him, Kuroko and Kagami.
Kuroko moans something that could pass for his name, and it pulls Aomine right back into the present. That's right, Kagami's not here, it's just him and Kuroko and he better pay attention to what he's doing. He picks up the speed until everything's reduced to the heat in his lower belly and Kuroko's face right in front of him.
"Aomine-kun." Kuroko groans as he obviously fights his orgasm. Aomine doesn't need more prompting than that. His hand scrambles as he tries to free Kuroko from his shirt. Kuroko wraps his arms around Aomine and it takes two more strokes before he comes, in quick wet spurts between their bodies. It doesn't need the image of him, Kagami and a very naughty Kuroko doing the do to follow after. All he needs is Kuroko's exhausted breath on his skin and the warmth that radiates from him as he basks in his afterglow.
Aomine's orgasm takes him out for at least a full minute and when he comes back to Kuroko's slumped against his chest, skin still slightly flushed and very obviously exhausted from their activities. A warm feeling spreads to Aomine and he gently runs a hand through Kuroko's hair.
He lets them rest for a while like this until the air gets too cold on their sweat soaked skin. Aomine helps Kuroko upstairs and into the bathroom where they quickly wash before falling into bed. Kuroko snuggles into him, not yet asleep but content to just enjoy the warmth.
Aomine looks at the peaceful figure and thinks.
"Oi Tetsu. "Kuroko gives little in reply aside from a lazy hum." "What about we invite Kagami for a threesome?" He doesn't expect a serious reply, hell, it's only a fantasy he's had for a while, there's no way Kuroko would just go along with it.
"Okay." Kuroko yawns and nuzzles his face deeper into Aomine's chest.
Aomine's not sure if he isn't actually dreaming already, but he'll definitely ask Kuroko once he's a bit more awake. His mind needs little more incentive for a very fulfilling dream that night.