~Sunday
Kuroko supposes he has reached the pinnacle of wealthy decadence when he wakes up in the bed of a noble five star hotel's equivalent of the King's suite and finds it doesn't hold up in comparison to his own bed.
But that might just be, because he has so many nice memories that go with his own bed.
Akashi is still asleep. He has his arms wrapped loosely around Kuroko, while somehow managing to keep considerably space between them. Akashi can't stand having his breathing air constricted by anything, which means he either sleeps with his head tilted away from Kuroko in the weirdest angle or he sleeps like he does know, with about half a man's space between them. It's a bit of a weird thing, but Akashi simply can't fall asleep with impaired breathing space.
Kuroko rolls into Akashi's embrace and tugs his head under his lover's chin. Akashi shifts his head back to give him space but doesn't wake up. They had watched the firework the night before, wrapped up in each other's arms. Predictably, the hot water had eventually knocked Kuroko out and by the time he came back to, Akashi had already changed his clothes and put him to bed.
Akashi doesn't let him wait long. The first thing that signifies his awakening is the slight tightening of his arms around Kuroko, before he pulls him in the last few centimeters, driven by the subconscious need to be as close to Kuroko as possible. It's not something he witnesses often, as it usually is Kuroko who sleeps in way longer than Akashi. So Kuroko watches intently as Akashi's eyes flutter and his lips purse slightly as though he's already wanting for a kiss.
Kuroko smiles as Akashi's eyes fall open and bypass sleepy drowsiness in favor of focusing all of his intention on him. Akashi doesn't do waking up like other people. Akashi's mind is at full capacity the moment he opens his eyes. It was either that or drag himself through the morning on unhealthy amounts of caffeine every day.
It makes Kuroko doubly glad that he can sleep in every day without having to get up at the sound of a blaring alarm.
"Good morning, Tetsuya." Akashi greets with a smile.
Kuroko returns the greeting in kind and Akashi pulls him in for a kiss. Just lips on lips, but it's nice all the same.
"Breakfast?" Akashi asks after he's sated his morning desire. Kuroko briefly entertains the thought of dropping a very cheesy line about being hungry, but not for food and decides against it. There is only so much bad fiction romance he can endure, which is to say, none at all. And he is hungry, matter of fact.
"Yes, please." Kuroko says and Akashi smiles. Kuroko expects him to get up next, but instead Akashi rolls on his back and reaches for the phone on the bedside table. He types in the number by memory and presses the receiver to his ear. Kuroko's surprise settles as he listens to Akashi order room service. He's precise but polite and it's such a startling difference to how he used to be in middle school, it never quiet ceased to amaze Kuroko.
Watching Akashi brings up something else too.
Akashi finishes his order and hangs up, rolling back into their embrace, quite content to snuggle until their food arrives.
"Akashi-kun?" Kuroko stares at the expanse of Akashi's neck and absently wonders if it's considered redundancy to apply the adjective noble to more than one of Akashi's body parts. Which means he's stalling from saying what he wants to say.
"Yes, Tetsuya?" Akashi runs a hand through his hair, before he rests it on his cheek, thumbing slowly stroking over his skin.
But they've been through this quite a lot and Akashi's made it clear he doesn't mind. Kuroko can't quite shake the feeling he's letting Akashi down with his request though.
Akashi's eyebrows have migrated closer to his hairline with progression of Kuroko's silence.
"Say it, Tetsuya. You know I would never deny you." Akashi's tone is gentle and there is not a shred of doubt in Kuroko's mind that he absolutely means it.
"What if I want you to?" He asks and finally meets Akashi's eyes; widened slightly as his surprise is in no amount small. But they have known each other for years so the message bears little more saying.
"It's been a while since the last time you asked me for that." Akashi says and Kuroko doesn't have the nerve to try and read him right now.
Kuroko tries a smile. "You are my favorite after all. The other is just a…" He doesn't really know what the other is. A fantasy most likely. Or maybe it's just a play at the endless question of what if. Although he knows the answer to this if. If things had been different they wouldn't be here. Kuroko doesn't need to test it to know he could have never loved the other Akashi the way he does love this one. But he loves the other Akashi in that he's a part of this Akashi, without it, there would be something missing.
"And here I thought you liked him more than me." Akashi says with no little amount of teasing in his voice. He eases his words with a kiss to Kuroko's forehead though.
"You don't have to." Kuroko says.
Akashi takes his hand and gently squeezes it. "Who says I don't want to?" Now his smile is almost devious. "You're not the only one who likes to live out a certain fantasy."
Kuroko supposes he shouldn't be as surprised by this statement as he is. The two are sides of the same coin after all.
Breakfast comes and goes, and with the empty plates comes a redundant yet necessary conversation.
"Do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes."
"Good."
The scene they enter is simple in structure, but infinitely more complex in nuances.
The hand in his hair borders on painful. It brings water to his eyes whenever Akashi yanks him into the direction he wants to, but the pain that usually would put him off, is stirring something deep inside him now.
And it's all in those eyes.
"Use your tongue more." Akashi's voice is still calm, unaffected, despite Kuroko 's concerted efforts. It only spurs him on.
"Mind your teeth." Akashi sharply pulls on his hair, after Kuroko accidentally grazed his teeth over Akashi's cock in his zeal. This time the tears leak from his eyes and he can just barely see the satisfied smirk on Akashi's lip.
Sometimes it's hard to remember that this time, it's only an act.
Akashi's eyes are red, a sure-tell sign as anything but his entire demeanor has changed. The way he looks at Kuroko, as though he's a mere plaything, there but for the grace of his will.
They're in the bedroom of their expensive hotel room, but Kuroko has yet to earn the privilege to get on the bed. Akashi is sitting down on the bed, legs spread to allow space for Kuroko, who's been working on his cock for quite a while now. Akashi's breath is barely faster than average and his face betrays nothing, weren't it for the obvious physical reaction, Kuroko think his efforts in vain.
"You're doing well." Akashi says and the hand in Kuroko's hair softens marginally, as much a reward he'll likely earn.
Kuroko's jaw aches, he's naked, his knees protest the hard floor and he's uncomfortably hard. But right now his will belongs to Akashi, so he'll do as he's told. Because Akashi is always right and no matter what his plans are, Kuroko can trust it will be good for him.
And that's why he's on his knees right now.
Akashi releases the tight hold he's had on Kuroko's air and trails it down the side of his cheek. It's gentle, deceptively so, as only a moment later he hardens his grip on the back of Kuroko's head and pulls him down on his cock.
It hits the back of Kuroko's throat, making him gag. For a moment he thinks he's going to throw up, but just then Akashi pulls his head back again. Kuroko sucks in a desperate lungful of air.
Akashi moves his hand back to Kuroko's cheek and strokes a thumb over the bump formed by his cock. Now there's a slight glaze in his eyes, scarce evidence of what they've been doing. Kuroko feels heat rush through his body as Akashi focuses that gaze on him. The thumb keeps rubbing in circles and Kuroko can feel the minute twitch Akashi's cock does every time he rubs a sensitive spot.
He wants to move, get closer to that irresistible gaze, but he's locked in place by the sheer force of Akashi's commanding presence.
"Tell me, Tetsuya. Do you deserve a reward?" Akashi phrases the question with no attempt to hide the trap within. Which is all the more telling, considering Kuroko can't even answer with Akashi's cock pressing down on his tongue.
Kuroko looks up at Akashi, trapped in cold red spotlights that only lack the dust of gold, and realizes a moment too late he's walked right into the trap Akashi had disguised with his question.
Kuroko turns down his eyes, but the damage is already done. The hand on his cheek tightens into a grip that has his jaw in a chokehold, and all traces of false gentleness are gone from Akashi's movements. He fucks Kuroko's mouth ruthlessly, no longer caring if he's making him gag and struggle for breath.
"Do not look into my eyes." Akashi's voice is cold and hard, as is his grip on Kuroko's jaw. "We are not equals. You are nothing more than a tool." The words send a chill down Kuroko's spine, but the feeling's juxtaposed with the arousal stirring deep in his belly.
The water in Kuroko's eyes finally spills and it's humiliating to have tears streaming down his face, while Akashi fucks into his mouth.
"Do I need to show you're your place?" Akashi asks. He's stopped moving for now, but his cock lodged deeply in Kuroko's throat keeps him from speaking. It takes all his willpower not to gag. Kuroko can feel lightheadedness settling in as his breath slowly runs out. He tightens his hands into a fist. Two taps with his index and middle finger against Akashi's thigh would end this, but Kuroko hasn't yet reached that point.
Akashi must have watched him very closely, because he pulls back just as Kuroko thinks he's going to black out. Air floods his lungs and he breathes it in with deep, greedy gulps.
"That will do." Akashi eases his grip on his jaw and rubs the pad of his thumb over the skin around his lips. The sensation is we and Kuroko realizes with another flash of shame that he must have drooled a lot.
"It is your luck that I'm feeling generous today." Akashi's thumb pauses on Kuroko's bottom lip, still quivering with the effort to pull in air around the tip of Akashi's cock. "But do not get the wrong idea. You haven't proven your worth yet."
Kuroko shivers and it has nothing to do with temperature. He wants to move now that his head has cleared up again. He wants to do whatever necessary to please this man, but right now that requires him to stay still.
Akashi sits back on the bed, his cock slips from Kuroko's trembling lips and he watches it as it slightly bobs up and down, still slick and glistening with his saliva.
"Ride me." Akashi leans back on his arms and watches Kuroko with his cold and unfazed eyes. It grates at Kuroko, how little his efforts show. The thought of it distracts him for a moment too much and he barely catches the tail end of what Akashi's been saying. "…have three minutes." Akashi looks at him with the air of a man who has no doubts that his demands will be met.
Only Kuroko has no idea what his demands exactly are, aside from ride him. But that's not what he will have three minutes for. Kuroko swallows hard as he glances up at Akashi, careful not to meet his eyes. He could ask, but he has no doubt that this would result in punishment. Waiting is out of the question too, since that would mean open disobedience.
"You don't have to prepare yourself," Akashi says idly and Kuroko breathes a covert sigh of relief. SO that's what he wants him to do. "But if you don't, you will have to take it dry." Akashi flicks his eyes to the alarm clock on the bedside table and Kuroko all but launches himself at the bottle of lube, neatly placed next to it. He has no idea how much time he's already lost, but he knows he can make up for it. He's still loose from yesterday after all.
Akashi hasn't given further directives - at least he hopes he hasn't - so Kuroko's free to go about it as he sees fit. He bends forward, once he's applied enough lube on his fingers and foregoes teasing in favor of entering his index finger. Akashi makes a low hum of approval and Kuroko instantly relaxes. He's doing everything right.
He's up to his knuckles with two fingers and only one reprimand of not touching his prostate to his name, when Akashi's foot nudges his knee.
"Time is up." He informs him and slides back further on the bed, until he's resting with his back against the headboard. Kuroko dares a gaze up at his face. He might imagine it, but there's a slight hue of red to Akashi's cheeks. "You know what to do."
Kuroko pulls out his fingers and very carefully pushes up to his knees. He keeps his eyes downcast as he moves forward on his knees, careful not to rise above Akashi's eye level. It's difficult with the position Akashi picked, but that is part of the challenge. Kuroko manages to crawl on the bed, without smearing the lube dripping from his ass everywhere and without rising above Akashi. Straddling him is harder; he is not supposed to touch Akashi above the barest minimum without prior permission, but he manages that too.
Akashi doesn't give praise, but his lack of reprimand is just as well a reward.
His legs are shaking by the time he's brought himself into position. Akashi rests his hands on his thighs, a soft touch yet, but Kuroko knows he'll apply a bruising grip as soon as something displeases him. He takes a deep breath and carefully positions Akashi's cock, without daring to presume he may touché with more than the tip of his fingers.
Akashi watches him with lazy interest. Kuroko would like to watch him in return, search his face for that faintest hint of reaction when he presses down, but he can't. So Kuroko keeps his eyes on the firm stretch of muscled skin that is visible from where Akashi's shirt has slid up. Watches the muscles jump and quiver as he presses down, swallowing the length of Akashi in a slow yet smooth motion.
The shaking in his legs increases from the effort of holding himself up while the press of Akashi's cock slowly fills him up. He wants to lean his weight on Akashi, but the thought alone is presumptuous. Kuroko has no other choice than to bear it and hope that Akashi will relent soon and allow him bodily contact.
He sinks down the last centimeter and has to focus all his attention and will power to keep his weight on his legs and not just simply sit down on Akashi. The fabric of Akashi's pants pushes into his butt cheeks and he wishes Akashi would have taken them off beforehand.
"Tetsuya." Akashi's voice is cool on the surface, but now, finally, Kuroko can make out the tiniest tremor of arousal. Kuroko lifts his head, just enough so he can look at Akashi's mouth, which is as high as he's allowed to. "Move." The word is like a whiplash, as calmly spoken as it is.
Kuroko tenses up. His legs protest the movement, but he lifts up regardless, as high as it goes, before he sinks back down. Akashi must feel his trembling, but he doesn't give any indication he's planning on easing up on him soon.
He keeps his rhythm as steady as possible, fighting against the burning ache in his thighs. Truth be told, the position as it is doesn't do much for him, but it's all for the slight signs of arousal that slip through Akashi's tight control anyway. Akashi's eyes are glazed and his focus is wavering, evident by the small sighs that escape every now and then. Kuroko keeps his focus on that and ignores the complaints of his body.
It's all driven by the hope that if he proves himself worthy, Akashi will allow him reprieve. His own erection has long since surrendered, but right now Kuroko can only be glad about that. Akashi wouldn't allow him to come, and having to stave off his orgasm with will power alone, while using overstrained muscles would simply be too much. And if anything, he wants to please Akashi.
The hand on his penis startles him. He almost loses his rhythm and only his reflexes from endless basketball practices safe him from losing his balance too. Akashi smirks and Kuroko can only guess at the expression in his eyes. His hope that Akashi only wanted to startle him is quickly crushed as he sets a slow but steady rhythm to pumping Kuroko's cock.
It doesn't take long for Kuroko to stiffen, and as soon as he's hard in Akashi's hands, he stops and pulls his hand away.
Kuroko suppresses a groan and screws his eyes shut. The only good thing about the throbbing in his erect cock is that it kind of pushes the burn in his thighs from the forefront of his mind.
"You can come as soon as I'm satisfied." Akashi's tone is suggestive and Kuroko realizes that he has to step up his game. He clenches his teeth and leans slightly forward, but the strain on his thighs is too much and he almost collapses forward. What stops him is Akashi's arm pressed against his chest.
Akashi sighs. Kuroko feels the cold heavy feeling of disappointment settle in his gut.
"I tried to make it easy on you Tetsuya." Akashi's voice is gentle, but it's only a thin veil that masks the disappointment underneath. "You disappoint me." There's no further warning before Akashi yanks him forward. Kuroko flails, but he's on his stomach, Akashi on top of him, before his brain can even catch up.
"I hate disappointments." Akashi whispers in his ear. Kuroko's face is pressed into the sheets, Akashi's hand a hard weight on the back of his neck. There's movement behind him, rustling and then something smooth gliding over his back. The hand retreats from his neck, but Kuroko doesn't move. Akashi bends his arms just below the point of pain and ties them snugly together, until he can't even move them an inch. His hands are more or less free though, not that it'd do him any good.
Akashi digs his hands into Kuroko's hips and pulls him up. No words spoken, but Kuroko doesn't need Akashi to tell him he's not to move, no matter how much his legs still shake. It's not as bad as carrying his own weight, while riding Akashi though. He thinks that's all Akashi's going to do when a hard hand in his hair yanks his head up. His arms are still tied so he's back to supporting his own weight entirely with his thighs and the pain of it almost makes him sob. Akashi is merciful this time though. He quickly ties a blindfold around Kuroko's eyes before he pushes him back down.
It's humiliating, being this exposed and helpless, while unable to see, but just now Kuroko's only glad that his legs can somewhat relax. He tries to follow Akashi's movements through sound, but Akashi gives little away.
Now that the strain is off his legs, Kuroko's reminded of another pressing problem. His cock has flagged a bit, but it's still hard. Akashi takes note of that too, apparently. He doesn't give Kuroko any warning before he grabs his cock and gives it a few hard tugs. Kuroko lets out a surprised gasp and knows it was a mistake when Akashi clicks his tongue.
Kuroko bites his tongue, but what's done is done. He just can't seem to get anything right today. Akashi finishes by pulling a tight object over his cock, adjusting it, until it sits smugly above his balls. He then winds something equally tight around his balls, putting enough pressure on them to feel like he's going to burst, without an actual opening for release.
At least this time, he doesn't make a sound.
Fingers dig into his cheek and then Akashi pulls his mouth open and stuffs another piece of cloth in, leaving Kuroko to feel absolutely vulnerable. He's subjected to a tiny bout of panic before Akashi presses a soft round object into his right hand. Kuroko closes his hand around it and hold tightly, if he lets it drop, the scene is over. But it's also all he needs to let himself trust Akashi completely.
Akashi takes a moment to admire his handiwork. Kuroko is quivering, his whole body shaking, both with anticipation and the leftover strain that must still be present in his legs. Yet he hasn't pulled out. His guess as to why Kuroko wants this can only so far, but Akashi knows exactly why he is doing it.
Trust.
To have Kuroko trust him completely, without a doubt, is more than Akashi could have ever hoped for. Even now, after all this time and with having Kuroko's implicit trust on obvious display, part of Akashi still can't believe it.
He reaches out a hand and runs it down Kuroko's back. The skin is hot and damp with sweat and he can feel the shiver that follows his touch. Right now he could do anything to Kuroko. Part of him wants to exploit his power, wants to assert his dominance irrevocably, but that part is only there, because he allows it to be. He would never, ever again, betray Kuroko's trust.
Akashi takes his time teasing Kuroko. Fleeting touches here and there, a soft breath against the shell of his ear, a brush against his erection, a teasing finger circling his hole. He's careful to keep his actions unpredictable, until he is sure that Kuroko is half mad with desire. Akashi's painfully hard himself, but he's easily enough distracted by the sight of a sweat soaked and trembling Kuroko. He makes small noises that get muffled in his gag every time Akashi touches him.
It's always a bit of a fight with himself. Part of him wants to give in and give Kuroko what he wants, not just because it equals his own relief, but because he hates to see Kuroko suffer. But he also knows that this is what Kuroko wants and that by the time he grants Kuroko his relief, it will all be worth it. That's his responsibility; to take care of Kuroko until all his needs are met.
Akashi splays his hand on the small Kuroko's back. He can feel the muscles jump and quiver under his palm. He trails his fingers along the line of Kuroko's vertebrae, until he reaches the curve of Kuroko's ass. Akashi grips one cheek firmly and massages it, before he lightly slaps it with his palm. Kuroko lets out a surprised gasp and instinctively tries to lurch away but Akashi holds him in place with a hand on his hips.
"You have been very disappointing." He reiterates and aims another slap. This time Kuroko stays. "I should give you a thorough spanking while I fuck you and then leave you needy like that." Kuroko tenses up and Akashi can see his hand working around the ball he's given him. He doesn't drop it though; he still trusts Akashi.
He leans forward to whisper into Kuroko's ear. "I won't though. I have other plans." Kuroko shivers, goose bumps rising down his back. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do." Another whisper, another shiver down Kuroko's back.
Akashi leans back and quickly pushes down his pants. He doesn't necessarily have to, but he prefers feeling the contact of skin on skin, even when they're like this. "I will fuck you until you cry. Then you can beg me for your own release." He places his hands on either side of Kuroko's hips, giving himself a moment to admire the flush he's caused to spread throughout Kuroko's whole body.
He forces a startled moan from Kuroko as he enters him without warning. Despite the situation, Kuroko is relaxed around him, making it easy to slide into the tight heat of his body. Akashi wants to give himself a moment to just feel; the heat, the pressure, the blood pumping through his veins. He wants to just let go and give himself over to the sensation and the indomitable trust Kuroko puts into him. But that would betray his purpose in this. So Akashi grits his teeth, swallows down the sounds clamoring in his throat and focuses all his mind on the task. He knows it will be worth it in the end.
Kuroko's knees buckle under him and Akashi has to hold him up by his hips. He digs his fingers into the thin of his thighs, reminding Kuroko infallible of who's in charge, which holds the reins to both their pleasure as he drives into him, relentlessly. The angle is deep like this, every thrust brings him up to the hilt. HIs balls slap against the back of Kuroko's thighs, the sound vulgar and loud in the forced silence of their encounter.
Although Kuroko does make a concerted effort to drown out the other noises with his moans. They are muffled by his gag, but they still shoot straight into Akashi's cock. Maybe even more so now, when he knows Kuroko's senses are muted to everything except the feel of Akashi thrusting into him.
He's transfixed by the sight of Kuroko swallowing him up; by the way Kuroko's moans have turned into helpless little gasps as the pleasure wrecks him. Every thrust pulls another delicious sound from Kuroko's throat. Every thrust brings Akashi closer to the edge.
Akashi slows down his movement to a gentle rocking, angling so he hits Kuroko's prostate. "Can you feel it Tetsuya?" Akashi's voice has lost its calm by now. He puts a hand on Kuroko's head and grabs a fistful of his hair. "Can you?" He growls into Kuroko's ears. He's close, but there is still something he can do.
Kuroko shudders, a wet sound escaping through the gag. His face is flushed red and covered with sweat, bangs sticking messily to his forehead. He tilts his head slightly, as much as he can with Akashi still holding him, to better catch each of Akashi's words. If it runs on instinct or intent, Akashi can't say.
Akashi loosens his grip and Kuroko's head flops back down on the covers. His nostrils are flaring; Akashi can hear the labor in his breathing. He digs his fingers in between Kuroko's lips and pulls the gag out. Kuroko sucks in breath as desperate as a dying man, but it does little to cool down his blood. Akashi pulls him up by his shoulders, a feat almost impossible with how much his strength is centered somewhere else right now, but he pulls it off on sheer willpower alone. Kuroko is boneless in his hands; a dead weight that sinks against his chest as soon as he lets go.
It's actually harder to move like that, but right now it's something else that Kuroko needs either way. Akashi slings an arm around Kuroko's chest, all the while trying to keep a bare minimum of movement going. Kuroko rewards him with low moans and sweet little sounds as he's too wrung out to provide much else in volume. To Akashi it's the sweetest sound in the world.
Kuroko's world is spinning, even with his eyes wrapped in darkness. It takes him longer than it should to realize he's in the vertical and that the sudden heat against his back is in fact Akashi. That's about all his senses are able to pick up before Akashi's hand wraps around his straining erection. His vision alights in white for a moment, but there is no release following. The pressure just keeps building and building until Kuroko is sure he's going to lose his mind.
Akashi moves his hand, torturously slow, but as much as Kuroko wants him to speed up, he's not actually sure he could take it. Not with his release firmly denied by a very tight ring around his balls. Akashi's teeth dig into his shoulder, sharp and forcing his attention, but a moment later the sensation is lost again. He's burning up inside, his heart is pumping fire through his veins and the pressure keeps building.
He's faintly aware that Akashi is speaking; he detects a note of command, but as much as he strains, the words are lost to the rush in his ears.
And then one sentence pierces right through the chaos of his brain, the commanding voice leaving no room for argument. "Come got me Tetsuya." And it is merely a whisper. Akashi's hand tugs off the ring and Kuroko comes with a violent shudder. Pleasure shoots through him, sending bolts of lighting up and down his spine, making his toes curl and his body taut with tension, until the waves slowly recede. It leaves him floating on a cushion of warmth and satisfaction, every thought sluggish and pleasantly numb.
Awareness of the presence comes back slowly. Gentle hands remove the blindfold and he remembers Akashi; Akashi who held him through the whole of his climax, whispering words of praise and encouragement into his ear. He remembers his arms moments later when Akashi unties them and he wraps them instantly around his lover, craving the warmth and contact that had been denied until now.
Akashi's laugh is musical and pleasant in his ears. He doesn't let go when Akashi lowers him down, so he ends up with Akashi draped half on top of him, but the weight feels good and right where it needs to be.
"Tetsuya." Akashi coaxes gently and cards a hand through Kuroko's sweat soaked hair. Kuroko's arms are still wrapped around his back tightly, allowing him little room to move. Kuroko mumbles something unintelligible, nose pressed firmly into Akashi's chest and completely unwilling to let go any time soon.
"Come on, Tetsuya." Akashi says gently. Kuroko's hold loosens slightly and Akashi takes the opportunity to roll them to their sides. "How do you feel?" Akashi pushes the hair back from Kuroko's face, a gesture more for the sake of touching than anything else. Kuroko blinks at him tiredly.
"Akashi-kun worries too much." He mutters and tries to burrow his way back into Akashi's chest. "M'fine." The words come out muffles Akashi lets the smile spread on his lips.
"That's good." Akashi cards his hands through Kuroko's hair one more time before he plants a kiss on his forehead. "Now, show me your arms." Kuroko huffs a displeased breath against his chest, followed by another quiet mutter.
"What was that?" Akashi asks and gently peels off Kuroko's embrace.
"Akashi-kun shouldn't tie me up, if he's worried about my circulation."
"And just exactly how well would that go over?" Akashi raises a brow. Kuroko stays suspiciously silent. "Come now, I'll give your shoulders a massage in return."
He knows he's got him, when Kuroko peeks out from under his lashes. His shoulders must be quite stiff from the forced position.
"Alright." He mutters, an uncharacteristic blush on his cheeks. Kuroko is weird like that, he can take Akashi being a dominant asshole without the batting of an eyelash, but when it comes to aftercare he is always rather bashful. Akashi can only guess as to why.
Kuroko loosens his arms and scoots away from Akashi to give him room. Akashi sits up and slides from the bed, feeling Kuroko's eyes on him as he moves through the room. They did make quite a mess and Akashi hates the thought of leaving it as it is. Even if that means making Kuroko cross with him. Akashi makes a quick dash to the bathroom to wet a towel to clean them both off.
"Akashi-kun lied." Kuroko observes from the bed, once he comes back in. Without Akashi's side to support him, he sort of flopped on his back and is now watching Akashi from upside down. "What time is it?" He makes a halfhearted attempt to read the bedside clock, but gives up almost instantly.
"Lunch time is likely over by now." Akashi sits down on the bed and pulls the sheets that cover the lower half of Kuroko's body. Akashi didn't come in Kuroko earlier, so all that is there to clean up is the residue lube and the traces of Kuroko's own release, but that is not something Kuroko needs to know. He would feel compelled to make up for Akashi's aborted orgasm. Which is appreciated, but not the least bit necessary. Kuroko has given him more than enough.
"Are you hungry?" Akashi asks after he finished cleaning Kuroko up as best as possible. He'll need a shower eventually, one way or another. Kuroko watches him with tired eyes.
"No." He says quietly and then thinks on something for a moment. "Can we…" He trails off and looks away, unsure. Akashi puts down the towel and lies down next to Kuroko so that they're at eye level.
"Anything." He says, and there is not a doubt in either of them that he means it. He would jump off a cliff without hesitation, and that thought scares him not nearly as much as it should.
Kuroko for his part gives him a rueful smile. He can guess where Akashi's mind is right now and that strips off what little embarrassment he'd felt about his request earlier. It is something harmless after all, but he always feels like they entered something raw and fresh with their relationship after an intense scene.
"Can we just cuddle?"
Akashi smiles. "That was the plan. He moves to wrap his arms around Kuroko, but he holds up a hand to stop him.
"Akashi-kun owes me a backrub."
Akashi obliges with a laugh.
Kuroko isn't opposed to spending the day in bed, especially after the rough ride he had, but Akashi drags him out of it a few short hours later. They have yet to travel back to Tokyo and Akashi insists they make use of their private hot spring pool as long as they can. Since he has to shower anyway, Kuroko concedes rather quickly.
Mayuzumi dropped by earlier to report that everything is ready for their departure, so all that's left is taking another dip in their outdoor pool.
Kuroko gives Akashi fair warning that he might spend the ride home passed out, before he sinks into the hot water. The summer day isn't exactly inviting for outdoor hot spring activity, but neither feels up to visiting the public pool area.
"I give up." Kuroko flops his head back on the pool's stone edge, unable to move another muscle. The hot water feels good, especially on his strained and bruised body, but it also sucks all the energy from his limbs.
"Already?" Akashi slides over to him and puts a hand on Kuroko's forehead.
Kuroko lets out a wheezing breath of air in protest; he's not capable of much more - Akashi's hand is way, way too warm.
"Akashi-kun will need to carry me."
"Okay," is Akashi's easy reply as e slumps back against the wall next to Kuroko.
There's a gentle, very gentle breeze, but it cools off some of the heat on his face. Kuroko lets his eyes flutter shut as the breeze caresses his skin. "It's a shame though."
"What is?" Akashi sounds about as lazy now as Kuroko feels.
"We won't be able to have hot spring sex like this."
Akashi huffs a quiet laugh. "We can come back here whenever you want?"
"Mmh," Kuroko feels really comfortable right now. "I would like that." He's only glad the thought doesn't get his blood boiling right now. "But let's come back in winter. This heat is too much."
Akashi's answer is lost to him somewhere in the pleasant buzz in his ears.
He isn't really surprised that je comes to in the car, splayed out over Akashi's lap.
"This is a safety hazard." Kuroko mumbles, because he is absolutely not embarrassed to have passed out again.
Akashi's hand in his hair stills from its gentle petting and a moment later he's flicked in the forehead.
"People who can't even stay in a hot spring for five minutes don't get to complain." Akashi looks down at him.
"Rude." Kuroko rubs his forehead, but decides for the time being that he rather likes it there.
Akashi puts his hand back into his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "You should drink something." Kuroko just hums. He still feels pleasantly fuzzy and moving sounds like a really bad idea.
"I'm fine." He insists.
"I have no doubt you are, but hydration is nevertheless important. Besides, lying in my lap is a safety hazard, remember."
Kuroko makes an undignified noise. Akashi does have a point though.
He sits up with Akashi's help, suffers through a bit more fussing until he's buckled up and holds a bottle of pocari sweat in his hands. And as much as he pretends he's suffering through all of it, secretly he likes the attention very much. And Akashi obviously knows that.
"If Akashi-kun is so worried, maybe next time he shouldn't fuck me as hard." Which is of course, moot, because Kuroko'd take all the fainting and embarrassment twice times over, if it meant Akashi plays rough with him occasionally. He'd said it more for effect really.
Not that he gets much.
Mayuzumi doesn't even bat an eyelash and Akashi merely laughs and pecks a kiss on his cheek.
"If I'd do that, you would be cross with me." Akashi slings and arm around him. The car's AC is just cold enough that Kuroko appreciates the extra warmth. Instead of arguing further, which would be really pointless anyway, he snuggles closer into Akashi's arms.
"Don't fall asleep, we still have half a day." Akashi's hand rubs warm over his arm, comforting. The only reason he's not sad about the next five days he'll have to spend without Akashi is, because he knows Kise will wake him tomorrow morning with all his over boarding puppy enthusiasm and warmth. But that is still far away from the here and now.
"Won't." Kuroko mumbles and makes a valiant effort to keep his eyes open.
Akashi just sighs and picks up a conversation with Mayuzumi about the latest book he's read. Which is about the best way to ensure Kuroko forfeits a possible nap in favor of participation. Mayuzumi and he do not exactly get along, but that doesn't mean his taste in books is bad.
The rest of the ride home passes in that manner, only interrupted by a belated lunch break.
When Mayuzumi finally drops them off, it's late afternoon and Kuroko is feeling the aftereffects of their morning activities.
"Akashi-kun will have to carry me." He declares, after realizing his legs are rather weak. He could walk, but he'd much rather have Akashi carry him around. He deserves some kind of punishment for putting him into this state. But mostly, he just doesn't feel up to walking.
"If this becomes a regular occurrence, I suppose I should extend Ryouta's responsibilities to being your personal carrier." Akashi says, before he lifts Kuroko up in his arms.
"Please don't. He'd be way too happy about that." Coming out of the cool car, the outside is actually really nice and warm, as opposed to way too hot. Akashi leaves their suitcases to Mayuzumi and carries him up the front steps.
"If he had heard you, he would cry." Akashi manages to open the door without putting him down. But then again, he always has made it a point to keep his body in top shape, regardless of how busy he was.
"I can live with that." It's not that he doesn't like Kise, obviously, but Kise can be extremely overdramatic. It's a showcase of his love, but Kuroko sometimes wishes he'd be subtler. But then again, that's the secret of his charm.
That's something that could be said about all of them. They can be frustratingly annoying, but Kuroko wouldn't have them any other way.
"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" Akashi puts him down on the living room couch.
"Make out with you." Kuroko says as flatly as he can.
Akashi laughs. "Besides the obvious?"
Kuroko frowns slightly. He's still a bit fuzzy and he doubts he'd come up with a sensible way to pass the time right now. "…more making out?"
"Alright, I get it. Let me just put our stuff away." Akashi goes and exchanges a few words with Mayuzumi before he accepts their suitcases. Apparently, 'putting their stuff away' consist of dumping their suitcases somewhere in the vicinity of the staircase, because that's what Akashi does. Mayuzumi leaves as quietly as ever.
Kuroko in the meantime has made himself comfortable on the couch. His arm hangs off the side and one leg is splayed over the backrest, but oddly enough, that position reliefs some of the tension in his lower body.
Akashi sits down next to him moments later and puts two glasses and a can of iced tea down on the coffee table.
"Are you sure you feel up to making out with me?" Akashi asks, when Kuroko's attempt at bringing himself into an upright position falls horribly short. He does feel kind of drained.
"Maybe cuddling is fine too." He allows and flops back down. Akashi brought straws, so it should be fine.
Akashi empties half his glass, before he rearranges Kuroko on the couch and lies down with him.
It's probably the laziest way to spend their afternoon, but Kuroko is quiet content. Just being with Akashi is more than he'd ever hoped for in his high school days. And still, Akashi gives him so much more, even beyond that.
He wouldn't lie, if he said this is the happiest he could ever be.
"Shintarou tells me you improved quite a bit on your shogi skills." Akashi says after a while of silently petting Kuroko's hair.
Kuroko hums in response. Midorima is not one to indulge in unfounded flattery, which means he did improve.
"You can show me if you want." Akashi's hand settles behind Kuroko's ear, rubbing gentle circles into his skin.
Kuroko frowns. "Is this Akashi-kun's way of challenging me to a game?"
Akashi's hand pauses, before it resumes its movement. "I guess you are too smart for me." He says lightly.
"Definitely not." Kuroko says flatly.
Akashi chuckles and Kuroko notes, not for the first time, how often he's been doing that lately. In the end they really are the same, he supposes.
"I presume that was a yes?"
"Is that Akashi-kun is always right speaking?"
Akashi just laughs and Kuroko decides that he really doesn't mind playing a round of shogi, if that means he gets to hear Akashi's laugh.
They end up playing not one but three games, all owed to Kuroko insisting he has figured out Akashi's strategy and will beat him the next game. Which might not be that far off, but Akashi never uses the same strategy twice, especially not when his opponent claims to have figured it out.
But that's the point, isn't it?
By the time Kuroko is finally willing to throw the towel, it's already quite late. The sun is slowly setting outside, casting the living room in soft shadows. Kuroko doesn't really want to be reminded of the day's end, as it always comes with the reminder that Akashi will be gone in the morning.
Which always puts a damper on his mood, no matter how often he goes through it or how much effort his friends put into tiding him through.
"I've been thinking of something." Akashi says when they're lying in bed later that night. He's been quiet every since they wrapped up their last shogi game and Kuroko is hard pressed to remember another occasion in which Akashi seemed this hesitant about something.
"Akashi-kun is not breaking up with me, is he?"
Akashi flicks his ear. "Don't be absurd, Tetsuya. You know I would never leave you."
"Then there is no reason for you to be apprehensive."
"I am not. I am merely trying to sort out the details in my head."
"So what is it?"
"What do you say to me cutting back working hours to spend more time with you."
Kuroko blinks up at him. "Wouldn't that make Kise cry?"
"You could still see them, obviously" Akashi smiles. "I know how important they are to you. But I want to spend more time with you."
Kuroko allows himself a small smile. "Me too."
"Besides, there is no point in marrying you if I am not there to keep you company."
Kuroko blinks and rewinds what he's just heard. But his memory comes up with the same result every time.
"Did Akashi-kun just propose to me?"
"Yes." Akashi's smile is radiant.
"I see."
"I presume that means-"
"Yes. It means yes." His heart is doing somersaults, and he finally gives in to that stupid big grin that threatens to break out on his face.
"I see." Akashi rests his hand on his face, and his smiles is just as big as Kuroko.
"I see." He says again and then they're kissing through ridiculous big smiles and it's messy and sloppy, but also the happiest Kuroko has ever been in his life.
It's perfect.
~Fin