How your hands felt in my hair
When he had sucked off the Akashi Seijuro for the first time it had been purely situational luck. They had been working on a group project together and by the time it was done, it was too late for Kuroko to take the last train to get back to his shared apartment with Shigehiro and Takao. After shooting them a text saying that he was staying the night, he turned to the redhead. Upon finishing Akashi had just gone on to working on his other homework. All of Kuroko's other homework was already finished, so he just sat there, half under the kotatsu and staring up at the ceiling of his classmate's bedroom. Surprisingly it was Akashi that broke their comfortable silence first.
"Is it true that you will sleep with anyone who asks?" The question had taken him by surprise. Kuroko hadn't taken Akashi to be the type to listen to rumors, even if they were mostly true in his case.
"Not anyone who asks, I do have standards. But then again, most of the people that ask me do tend to meet them. So I guess, it depends on who's asking. If Kise were to ask me I'd say no, if Aomine were to ask me, I'd jump his bones right there." He paused a moment, lips pursed, brow knit. "That is, assuming he can actually call my name correctly next time." 'And if it isn't in a bathroom' he added in his head.
"Next time? I hadn't been informed that there was a first time. Daiki is notoriously straight."
"I'm hot, and I'm pretty sure he was just as intoxicated as I was. He was a good lay, but he kept calling me 'Tetsu' even after I told him not to." Akashi made a noise that sounded like he sympathized. "Why, you wanna get a piece of this too~?" Kuroko teased.
"Hardly, who know what kinds of infectious-"
"Excuse you, I'm clean." There was no bite to it, he'd dealt with people like Akashi before often enough. People that looked down on his promiscuity, saw it as an evil deed that should never be talked about.
"Well that certainly is a surprise given how open you seem to be about your bed partners."
"Please, you're just jealous I can get some any time I want and you're too busy."
"I'm not too busy, I'm disinterested."
"Prove it."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Let me suck you off, if you're "not too busy" that is." Kuroko could probably have left out the little smirk, but it just felt so right in that moment.
"That doesn't change that I'm still disinterested."
"Pretend I'm that Furihata kid you have a crush on then." Now the smirk was called for.
"How do you know about that?" Kuroko could feel Akashi's glower. It sent a chill down his spine.
"Midorima vents to Takao a lot, and Takao tells me all the juicy stories." Kuroko turned his head to face Akashi and leveled a wicked smile on him. He only got a glare in response.
"I can't fault Shintarou for talking to his boyfriend, but I can if it involves my secrets."
"Oh please, Takao only tells Shigehiro and I. And neither of us are the gossip type. He gets it off his chest, we get blackmail material. It's a win-win."
"Is that your polite way of threatening me?"
"What? Who in their right mind would threaten an Akashi?" He smirked. "No, I'm simply trying to give you something to think about to make it enjoyable for you too. I mean, obviously I'll be enjoying myself, for the act and the bragging rights."
"Even if I did agree, I would hardly appreciate such private matters being broadcasted across campus."
"It would just be Takao and Shigehiro, I don't kiss and tell just anyone you know."
"No, I think you've made it quite clear you would kiss just about anyone."
"Actually no." Kuroko moved to push himself up onto his forearms. "I actually don't like kissing people. Sometimes I will, but it's rare."
"That's a riot. The one thing you're prudish about is the one thing most people wouldn't fault you for."
"It's really personal, and I don't want my good time ruined by emotions." he huffed. "Now are you going to let me suck you off or not mr. hot shot?"
"I would really rather you didn't."
"That isn't a no." He pulled himself up off the floor, out from under the heavenly kotatsu, and hopped up onto Akashi's bed next to him. "I told you, pretend I'm Furihata kun." He put his hand over Akashi's eyes. "I've got light brown hair, worry filled chestnut eyes, nice plump lips, and I'm all yours." He felt Akashi's breath shake just slightly as Kuroko brushed his hand over Akashi's crotch, still clothed in his dress slacks. Kuroko had to roll his eyes at that, the man was hardly twenty and already he dressed like a middle aged business man.
"Would it help if I sounded like him a little too?" Kuroko gave his voice a bit of a worried, and nervous twinge and grinned as he felt Akashi react. "I've never done something like this before …" He continued, now embracing the role. He had met Furihata Kouki once or twice when he went to visit his friend Kagami at his school, or when the other boy had been over at the redhead's house, the two of them doing homework
"Y-you'll have to tell me if I do something you don't like, o-okay?" Furihata's voice was a little higher than his, and he always sounded like he was ready to bolt if things got dicey. He tried to channel that, to mimic the boy's attitude. It seemed to be working. Akashi took a second to swallow before nodding hesitantly. He hadn't said anything yet, but Kuroko assumed it was more because he couldn't rather than he didn't want to. Slowly he pulled his hand away from Akashi's eyes, smirking to himself as he saw that Akashi had closed them himself.
"W-well um … here I go … I guess." Kuroko imitated quietly, feigning meekness. His hands were shaking, excitement coursing through his veins. This was perfect, Furihata would probably have been shaking too, though not for the same reasons. He took hold of Akashi's hips to balance himself as he sat up, scooting his legs closer in towards his body. Once properly situated he took hold of Akashi's belt, undoing the notch and then moving onto the button of his trousers before finally getting to the zipper.
"Sei kun's pants are troublesome." he muttered, huffing, trying to pass it off as being flustered. Akashi sucked in a small breath at that, and Kuroko noticed the not so subtle twitch in the loose fabric before him. That got him. He opened Akashi's pants just enough to reach inside, through the hole in his boxers, and pull his classmate's half hard dick out. Akashi was impressive, but in a cute way. He wasn't large, quite average actually. Kuroko himself might actually be bigger, but his skin was smooth, and the nice curve he got when he began to stroke it to full hardness was captivating. He wanted to rub it against his cheek, to nuzzle it, just smelling it. But that would probably break the illusion he had going here.
"Sei kun is so pretty." He breathed out, leaning down to lick at the tip, tasting it, loving the little jump that he felt jolt through Akashi's body. "So soft and clean." He licked slowly from the base of his cock all the way back up to the tip. By the third time Akashi was rock hard and ready for him. He moved a little before he took hold of Akashi, holding him still with a hand on his thigh and dipped his head down. Akashi tasted more of soap than anything, he was squeaky clean. No sweat, nothing. But at least he smelled good. Akashi's soap had a bit of a floral hint to it, something that Kuroko could only see as typical for someone like him. He focused back on the task at hand, running his tongue up and down the length of Akashi's cock, pressing against the underside occasionally, and circling around the tip. He could taste the pre cum leaking and started suckling slightly at the head, the bitter taste washing over his tongue. He moved his head farther down, taking Akashi all the way back into his throat, swallowing around him. Akashi let loose a strangled gasp, his hands coming to Kuroko's head and burying his fingers in his hair. Kuroko had to hold back a moan as the hands in his hair fisted and pulled almost painfully. Fuck, this was good. He hollowed his cheeks and started bobbing his head, making sure to stay near the top, only going down all the way occasionally, his tongue lapping at any and all skin it could. Akashi groaned.
"Kouki." he moaned out. "You're so good." Kuroko grazed his teeth along the underside just light enough to tease Akashi on his next upstroke. The hands in his hair tightening more, and this time he couldn't hold it back, he moaned around the dick in his mouth, sucking harder as he went faster, deeper, trying to get and keep as much of Akashi in his mouth as he could. Kuroko felt a sudden pressure on his head and he realized that Akashi was trying to control the pace. He inwardly smirked at that. Alright captain, if that's the way you want to play it. He slacked his jaw just a little, and eased the tension in his neck to allow Akashi to take control.
No sooner had Kuroko handed over the reigns was Akashi holding his head in place as he bucked his hips up into his waiting mouth. Kuroko moved his hand to give Akashi more movement and suddenly he was glad he had no gag reflex. Because Akashi was pounding his mouth with abandon. Kuroko moaned again, loving the feeling of being used, of having his throat fucked raw. He kept his tongue busy as Akashi used his face as his personal fleshlight. Up and down, around, swirl, up, prodding at Akashi's slit anytime he had the chance. It wasn't much longer after that he felt Akashi cumming directly down his throat, the redhead holding him firmly down against him as he did. Kuroko waited him out, and as his grip laxed, he went back to sucking, milking Akashi for every last drop. He licked back up his dick, and sucked on his tip, making sure Akashi was just as squeaky clean when he left Kuroko's mouth as when he went in. Any other time and Kuroko might have made a jab about him cumming so quickly, but one look at Akashi's face told him he should put that on the back burner.
Akashi was panting hard when Kuroko came back up, licking his lips, still tasting the redhead on his tongue. "So, how was it Sei kun?" Kuroko asked, a smirk on his lips, still imitating Furihata as he sat up straight again.
"That was." Akashi refused to open his eyes it seemed as he tried to come down from his high. "Amazing." he finished after a few seconds.
"Yeah, though, if Furihata kun ever does go down on you Akashi kun, I think you'd do best to not face fuck him. He seems like a kid with a very sensitive gag reflex." Kuroko chuckled to himself and watched as Akashi's eyes flew open, a crimson hue tinting his pale cheeks.
"Sorry."
"Oh no, I loved it. That little cinnamon roll though, he'd probably be terrified and never want to give you a blowjob ever again." This time it was a full bodied laugh that escaped Kuroko's lungs. "I mean, hey, I could be wrong and he could be a total freak in the sheets, but from the very few times I've met him, I'd be willing to bet he's a virgin. And most virgins don't like getting used like a sex toy."
"Yeah, that's true."
"Guess I did pretty well if I had you moaning his name like that, right?" He moved to sit back against the wall, next to Akashi.
"I doubt he'd be quite as eager as you were, but yes, it was decent."
"Hey, do you know what kind of self control I had to use to just do that much? I was nearly dying."
"What do you mean?"
"Like, when I got your dick out, I really wanted to just rub it against my face for a while, it really is soft. And when you started fucking my mouth like a caveman, I was trying not to moan like a pornstar."
"You failed at that one."
"Hey, I moaned only a few times. I could have been moaning the whole time."
"Are you sure you're not a pornstar?" Akashi raised a brow at him. It brought another laugh bubbling up through his chest.
"I might consider it, but for now, I'm fine with not getting paid for it. I'm just in it for the pleasure."
"I'm sure. And what did you get out of that, you're still hard aren't you?" Akashi was looking anywhere but at him. Probably trying not to associate his face with what he had just done to him.
"Oh no, I got what I wanted, I can take care of this on my own. Don't worry, I wasn't going to push my luck and ask you to help with it." He paused. "Killer grip by the way, it still feels like you're pulling my hair. Is that from basketball training?" The blush that instantly darkened across Akashi's cheeks was probably his favorite part of the whole thing.