Part III: Bright lights (and steadfast shadows)
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"But I don't like red miso!"
Taiga had been perusing the picked-over vegetable aisle when he suddenly jerked back as if he had been stuck with a stun gun. He knew that voice. He also knew the voice that responded.
"I've been talking to you for the last ten minutes about Takao-kun's reaction when I told him about Midorin and that's what you pick up on? Ugh. It doesn't matter, Dai-chan. Your mother likes it, and it's her birthday, so we are making it for her!"
"Whatever your obsession with Shuutoku players is aside, I am fairly sure it is in everyone's best interest that we just buy her a card, Satsuki. I speak from experience, and a firm wish not to be food poisoned."
"Dai-chan."
Taiga glanced over top of the aisle. There stood his Touou frenemies; Aomine yawning and blinking the sleep from his eyes, and Momoi scanning the shelves as if her life depended on it. Yet whenever Momoi stuck something in front of his face (or jabbed him in the ribs, or tugged on his sleeve, or even called his name) Aomine glanced down, gave it his attention for half a second, and made a noncommittal response. Their interactions were practiced and easy; Ahomine really hadn't been kidding when he said that Momoi always dragged him around on their days off.
"Ok, so miso is good to go. Now, onto the noodles!"
Aomine groaned in dismay, but even Taiga could tell it was for show. "Noodles, too? Jeez, Satsuki! I didn't realize you hated my mother that much!"
Momoi turned to face him, her hands on her hips. "It's not me, Dai-chan - or did you forget? We're cooking this together. So if it's not any good it's your fault too!"
"I highly, highly doubt that. Even I can boil water, Satsuki-"
The continued on in that vein, bickering over who was the least lethal cook for quite some time. Yet even so, they moved in perfect unison, and Aomine never released his hold on the shopping basket. He also glanced over at her from time to time during lulls in the verbal barrage and it was during one of these looks that Taiga finally realized that they reminded him of those old married couples who spend their entire lives together, and achieve an almost frightening level of rapport that they put to good use while selling steamed buns, or whatever it is their small town is famous for, and-
Although his rambling daydream made very little sense even to him, the import of it was obvious. Aomine and Momoi were a couple, even if they themselves hadn't realized it yet. Heck, they were shopping together, and from the look of things were veterans. So why had Momoi been so hung up on Kuroko then? Wasn't it better to be with someone so easily, who understood you and you could be yourself around?
Taiga wasn't sure what she was thinking, but assured himself it was probably some obscure female reasoning that he could never hope to understand.
"Kagami-kun has been staring quite hard at the cantaloupe for some time now. The suspense is killing me. I need to know - will we have it for dessert, or not?"
Taiga screeched, and if They Who Were Not Dating hadn't moved out of range his career as a detective would have ended not only in humiliation, but failure. As it was half the housewives in the store turned and stared, convinced someone was getting mugged. It was bad enough.
Kuroko mock pouted. "I like how Kagami-kun is surprised every time, but perhaps that was a bit excessive."
As soon as his heart dislodged itself from his throat Taiga bent down and hissed, "Kuroko! What are you doing here? You almost gave me away!"
His teammate's eyebrows furrowed and his expression - deadpan, of course, but with a hint of something put out - made Taiga's heart swell in his chest. "And what exactly is Kagami-kun hiding from? Everyone on the team knows you are secretly a housewife. And anyone who has enjoyed your cooking is ok with that."
As per usual, Taiga didn't understand what Kuroko was talking about. "What? Why would I- no. No. I'm not even going to ask." He sighed, and glanced in the direction of where he had last seen Momoi and Aomine. "Look over there - Momoi and Ahomine are shopping too, and I was watching them. So-"
"Ahh, I see. Well, should we go say hello? We will tell them that we are shopping to make dinner for our child."
"Our wha-" Horrifying images of Nigou propped up in a high chair being spoon fed by Kuroko came to mind, and Taiga glanced around wildly for the dog. "You-you didn't bring him here, did you? Dogs aren't allowed in grocery stores!"
A slow smile spread across Kuroko's face, readable even with Kuroko's inexpressive visage. "Kagami-kun didn't even have to ask what I meant. He is becoming a reliable father indeed. Perhaps I should draw him a bath and call him otou-san?"
The color rushed to Taiga's face so quickly for a moment he thought he might hit the deck. The sudden image of Kuroko standing over a steaming bath wearing nothing but his current sly smile made intelligent speech impossible. "You! It! I! Urghhhh."
"I will let Kagami-kun reflect upon it further. For now, we should go pay our respects to Aomine-kun and Momoi-san."
"Wait, no-" Without thinking, Taiga grabbed Kuroko's arm, fingers curling completely around it. Both boys froze, staring down at where they were connected. Only when Kuroko looked up at him with a calculating look in his eye did Taiga let go. "Ahhh, sorry. But it's about what I was trying to say earlier - I don't want them to see me. Us. You know."
"And why might that be?"
Taiga shouldn't be this happy to see Kuroko's annoyance, even if he cultivated every scrap of emotion he provoked. "Because I'm spying on them, ok? I mean - just look at them!" Both eyes cut to the Touou twosome at just the right time. Momoi held up several packets of herbs, and Aomine made a show of grumbling and scowling and pretending his hardest not to care, but with a little pleading Momoi was able to get him to pick out a packet. Yet as soon as she looked down to place the herbs in the basket Aomine's facade flickered for just a moment, and he smiled gently at his childhood friend.
"See?!"
"Kagami-kun, hush."
Momoi, having missed Aomine's rare moment of kindness, entwined her arm through his in order to steer him to their next destination. Yet even when they stopped she didn't let go, leaning forward with one hand wrapped around his wrist. It was all done with efficiency and ease, and the intimacy of long-time partners. Taiga and Kuroko exchanged a glance.
"This is good news, Kagami-kun."
"I'll say- wait, what? But...isn't this bad news? I mean, they're oblivious! How are they going to get together if they don't figure it out?"
Kuroko had a strange expression on his face as he looked up at him. Yet before Taiga could make headway into figuring out what the look meant, Kuroko picked up the cantaloupe and settled it into the cart. "It's a good thing as this means Momoi-san wasn't truly in love with me, and therefore I do not need to feel guilty anymore. Yet we've stood here long enough, and we will get caught if we don't leave soon." Now Taiga could read his expression, and it was that playful one that usually meant he'd be running away from Nigou in a matter of minutes. "It would be best to continue this discussion over dinner, I think. While we're at it, we can also discuss Kagami-kun's latent tendencies towards romance. What will we be having, by the way?"
What Taiga thought was: Romance? I'll show you romance. I'll back you into the aisle, pushing you against it so I could kiss the hell out of you as the spices tumble down around us. Or: I'll lean you back like we were frigging ballroom dancers and kiss you then, with all the housewives swooning and/or applauding. Or: I'll take you home, make you the best damn dinner you've ever had, and kiss you so softly you'd think you were dreaming. Or-
His reply was: "Curry. Apparently with cantaloupe for dessert. And I'm not a romantic, Kuroko."
"This remains to be seen. May I request carrots for the curry?"
"Only if you're prepared to eat all of them."
Kuroko pouted, and Taiga's efforts to keep from kissing his partner silly became legendary. "Ok, fine. But just one carrot. Not like, four."
"Any more than one at a time is a bit excessive, Kagami-kun…"
Tagai blushed and jerked his head away, knowing he was being baited but powerless to do a damn thing about it. His flush only deepened when he realized how else Kuroko's words could be construed. "I...just- ugh. Kuroko. Knock it off and just - just help me pick out the spices, yeah?"
"If my light so commands."
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He had been to Kagami-kun's apartment many times, but he never failed to be struck at how sterile it was: white walls; no extra shoes at the walkway, and shelves uncluttered with pictures or posters, or any other memorabilia to prove someone lived there. Had Kagami-kun's father moved back with him, perhaps things would be different. As it was, Tetsuya was always struck with a moment of loneliness whenever he walked in, and the fierce longing to make sure there was no time that Kagami-kun ever felt alone. If there were less than pure motives coloring his wish, he forgave himself, believing it was in Kagami-kun's best interest to have company as often as possible.
"Ahh, just put the cantaloupe on the counter. I'll start preparing dinner. You can go watch a movie, if you want."
"I would rather watch Kagami-kun. Perhaps this way I will learn his cooking secrets." Tetsuya swallowed a grin when Kagami-kun heaved a sigh, but smiled nearly immediately.
"I'm not sure it works that way, but sure, go ahead. Ok. So the first step is to…" Kagami-kun trailed off as he moved about the kitchen, and soon switched into full on cooking mode, where even the simplest of Kuroko's questions garnered distracted responses in English, and Kuroko couldn't help but stifle a smile at Kagami-kun's inability to multi-task. Someday, he would know enough English to understand Kagami-kun's cryptic comments, and perhaps even hold full conversations with him. For now, he would simply bask in these unguarded moments wherein it was confirmed that Kagami-kun was an angel.
They enjoyed themselves immensely, arguing over player's stats and future plans, and wondering what on earth Tetsuya's other crazy friends would get into after high school. Dinner was, as always, delicious. It was only as Kuroko was half-heartedly spearing at cubes of cantaloupe - at Kagami-kun's insistence, who simply couldn't understand that not everyone ate as much as he - that things began to fall apart.
"Here's your chance, do your dance at the space jaaaaaaaaaaam-"
Kagami-kun swore as he fumbled with his cell phone, giving Tetsuya a look as he swiped at the screen. Tetsuya smiled proudly. It was a longstanding tradition on the Seirin team to change Kagami-kun's ringtone to something obnoxiously American, and Kiyoshi-senpai had, with a stroke of brilliance, settled upon the Space Jam theme song. While the team was unsure what the lyrics meant or why they might be considered embarrassing, Kagami-kun never failed to blush and stutter every time. While his light had made things more difficult by changing his phone's language to English, Tetsuya's English scores were high and with a bit of luck had changed it back during dinner.
Kagami-kun glanced back up at him before answering. "Can I take this?"
Tetsuya nodded graciously. His partner could be such a gentlemen, if a little unpolished.
"Thanks." He swiped at the screen again, bringing the phone up to his ear. "Uh, hello?"
It was probably Alex, or perhaps his family. Otherwise, Kagami-kun wasn't big on phone calls when he had company over…
"Takao, wait- hold on, you're talking too fast-"
Wait a minute. Takao? As in, Takao Kazunari, Midorima's point guard, social buffer, and all-around babysitter? Tetsuya sat up straight, all attempts of stuffing himself with cantaloupe forgotten. As far as he knew, Kagami-kun and Takao-san's relationships was limited to whenever Seirin and Shuutoku played, and even then they tended to orbit around Midorima-kun and himself. Why would Takao-san have Kagami-kun's number? And why on earth would he be calling him now?
"Wait, what? You can't find Midorima? Um. Why would I know where he is?"
Please. Midorima-kun was eccentric at the best of times. Why would his disappearing act mean anything at all? He was probably off procuring one of his horrendous lucky items. There was absolutely no need for Takao-san to include Kagami-kun in this stupid goose chase-
"Oh, Kuroko's number? Actually I can just ask him now. Hold on a sec." He put his palm against the bottom half of the phone, and addressed his partner. "Hey, Kuroko. You don't know where Midorima's gone, do you?"
Glacial was one way of describing Tetsuya's current expression. Even If I Did Know I'd Merely Hunt Him Down And Kill Him Myself, was another. "No."
Kagami-kun frowned, clearly confused at Tetsuya's attitude. "Uh. Would you be ok with, um. Texting him?"
Tetsuya glared. Kagami-kun stared right back, not knowing what the hell was going on. Finally, and only because Tetsuya knew his rampant jealousy would not be appeased until he figured out how the hell Takao got his partner's number - and that conversation wouldn't happen until he did something about the missing Midorima - he shrugged, and reached for his cell.
"Thanks. Ah, Takao? Kuroko is texting him now. I hope you find him soon, ok? Yeah, see you around. Bye."
Stop hiding from Takao-san or I will photoshop and then send incriminating photos of Kise-kun and yourself to everyone you know. The photo attached is a taste of my sincerity. Tetsuya pressed send, reflecting on the other photos he had remaining in his arsenal. There was something to be said for middle school training camps…
Across the table, Kagami-kun pocketed his cellphone before glancing sheepishly in his direction. "Sorry about that..thought it might be something important."
Tetsuya reminded himself to unclench his jaw. He was overreacting, and it was unsightly. Just because Takao-san was handsome, popular, intelligent, charming, able to handle the Generation of Miracles and somehow had possession of Kagami-kun's phone number did not mean he was going after Kagami-kun, nor that Kagami-kun would even notice. Yet that was the danger! Kagami-kun was Oblivious-kun, and although it was a charming trait it also gave Tetsuya a heart attack on a weekly basis. "It is totally fine, Kagami-kun. I am well aware of Midorima-kun's eccentricities. I was merely surprised that Takao-san had exchanged numbers with you." There, that wasn't too much, was it?
Apparently so, as Kagami-kun eyed the twitching vein at his temple with both fascination and no small amount of trepidation. "We just met by chance in the grocery store this one time...and I ended up giving him a miso recipe. Apparently it made his dad cry."
That pierced through Tetsuya's seething jealousy. "He didn't like it?"
"No, they were happy tears, according to Takao."
Tetsuya nodded sagely. Kagami-kun's miso left nothing to be desired, and was one of his favorite meals, and- no. Not getting sidetracked. His eyes fell on the ring around his light's neck, and all the emotions he'd shoved beneath his resolve began bubbling up towards the surface. "And now you and Takao-san are friends, is that it?"
Kagami-kun opened his mouth immediately to respond, but closed it when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Tetsuya glanced over to see what it was, but all that was there were Kagami-kun's old pair of court shoes, given by Aomine-kun during last year's winter cup. "And so what if we are?"
"Oh, it's nothing to me. I just wonder what Himuro-san would say." As soon as he said it he knew it was foolish. Foolish and petty and stupid, and Kagami-kun deserved none of that, even if he was best friends with a man who probably was in love with him, and now was phone friends with someone who had won over Midorima Shintarou while at the same time defining the term 'high spec boyfriend.'
"Tatsuya? Ha. Nothing that Aomine hasn't said already."
Tetsuya sucked in a breath, and was surprised to see that Kagami-kun no longer wore an expression of surprise. His partner was looking back at him steadily, and the unexpected challenge in Kagami-kun's gaze made his stomach fold in on himself. This expression was even more dangerous than his full attention - this kind of face made Tetsuya want to leap across the table and drag him underneath it, peppering him with kisses and love bites all the while. Yet the introduction of his old light made it easier to remember himself. "Aomine-kun? Why is he involved?"
"Same reason that Tatsuya is, or so I'd guess. He is your old light, after all."
Kuroko's eyes flared wide. "Are you saying that your relationship with Himuro-san is equivocal to mine and Aomine-kun's? I find that hard to believe. We never addressed each other as brothers, nor do I wear his ring around my neck."
Takao was utterly forgotten. The true, underlying issues spilled out, and when Kagami-kun abruptly stood and began to pace back and forth, Tetsuya stood to watch him.
"That! That has nothing to do with anything! And at least I never chased after Tatsuya!"
Tetsuya's hands gripped into fists at his side. "I did no such thing! And even if you choose to ignore what that ring really means I am not so blind!"
"What would you have me do? Turn my back on our friendship?"
"No, but mine is no longer my light-"
Kagami-kun was suddenly leaning down over him, crowding him and making his heart pound. Tetsuya was aware of the wall behind his back and Kagami-kun's breath against his face with painful clarity. "Oh, isn't he? And if you could choose him, wouldn't you? Maybe I'm not good enough anymore, when he's starting to shine again for you."
They weren't talking about basketball. Kagami-kun had never doubted them on the court, and from the dark look in his eye Tetsuya knew he was utterly serious. So he worried about Aomine-kun socially? Tendrils of excitement wound round his heart, and Tetsuya's breath hitched on the exhale. "You are my light, Kagami-kun. To believe anything else is foolish. But in your case, wouldn't you choose Himuro-san over me? Doesn't your brother mean more than your shadow?"
"How could he? He's not you."
Tetsuya's heart skittered to a stop before exploding against his ribcage. Even though Kagami-kun's words were simple, and pronounced with surprisingly good diction for a returnee, Tetsuya couldn't make sense of them. He...meant more than Himuro-san? To Kagami-kun? And when Kagami-kun said it with that look in his eye - as if he wanted to devour him - it confused Tetsuya even further but god he didn't want him to stop.
As if he understood his silent plea, Kagami-kun ran his hand through Tetsuya's hair, bracing himself with the other on the wall behind him. Tetsuya's breath came in short, quick gasps, waiting for the inevitable. "I wanna' be your only light. I don't want to share you with him...or with anyone."
Tetsuya's licked his lips as Kagami-kun's eyes lidded, yet he understood this brand of possessiveness. "Well I want to rip off that necklace and burn it-"
Kagami-kun angled his face so that their noses brushed, and for one heart stopping moment Tetsuya thought he would finally kiss him. Yet then he pulled back, searching Tetsuya's eyes with his own. "Tell me it's ok, Kuroko. Tell me I can." His eyes flicked down to Tetsuya's lips.
Tetsuya dragged his teeth over his lower lip, noting the dark bloom of arousal in Kagami-kun's eyes. Slowly, he wound his hands around his partner's neck, pulling him close until their bodies were flush against each other, and their lips mere millimeters away. It was then that he whispered his assent, directly into the seam of his light's mouth.
"Kiss me, Kagami-kun."
He had barely finished breathing the final syllable of his love's name when his lips were on his, warm and pliant and enough to send his mind spinning. Tetsuya's heart thudded to a stop and a blanket of bliss settled over him, infusing his heart and mind with ineffable joy. Yet then Kagami-kun's lips shifted, and the peace was destroyed, leaving in its place crazed sensation and a libido that pounded along with his pulse.
Tetsuya groaned as Kagami-kun licked at the seams of his lips, and desperately tried to return the favor. Yet his light was so warm and alive; he smelled so delicious and his presence threatened to swamp Tetsuya's senses. He opened his mouth against his partner's onslaught, shuddering when his mouth caught and shifted against Kagami-kun's own. His hands pulled at his partner's neck and face, mindlessly proving his desperation for him. Tetsuya felt twitchy and hot, as if he couldn't get close enough to the man he had lusted after for so long now. Yet when Kagami-kun's tongue slipped past his own lips, the sensory overload proved too much for him, and his head fell back against the wall with a discernible thunk.
Fear flashed across Kagami-kun's eyes, yet it didn't last long. His eyes darkened as he took in Tetsuya's dishevelment. Likewise, Tetsuya knew exactly how he looked - wide, dark eyes, flushed cheeks and heaving shoulders - but he didn't care. All he cared about was having more of this, even if his legs felt too weak to hold his weight. So he stretched out his arms, latching them around his partner's neck and trusting in his strength to carry his weight. "More, Kagami-kun."
Kagami-kun ducked back in, claiming Tetsuya's mouth in another unschooled, yet searing kiss. Either he could sense Tetsuya's shaking legs, or he simply wanted a better angle, as his hands trailed down to his shadow's waist and shifted him up the wall, leaning in close to trap him there with his own body. Tetsuya moaned at the sudden movement, and instinctively tightened his legs around Kagami-kun's waist. This was what he wanted - not just closeness, but equality, and his lips to be so intimately connected with Kagami-kun's. He showed his appreciation for his partner's consideration by dipping his own tongue into his teammate's mouth, tangling it with his. Now it was Kagami-kun's turn to moan, and the sheer sexiness of the sound made Tetsuya squirm.
Yet it wasn't the only thing making Tetsuya squirm. Kagami-kun's large hands had settled on his thighs, alternatively massaging and clutching him. As the kiss grew more heated, however, they trailed further back, trapping him in place when Kagami-kun ground his core against his.
Oh god-
Kagami-kun was huge. Huge and hard and from the feel of things, incredibly ready for underage carnality. Tetsuya sucked in a ragged breath and all the blood in his body pooled between his thighs. Mindlessly, he thrust back, mentally cataloging all the things he wanted to do once he got his light's pants off. First, he wanted to see it. More than anything else, he wanted to see Kagami-kun's dick when it was hard, thick, and dark with arousal. Yet then he'd want to touch it, with feather light strokes of his fingertips...and with his tongue-
Kagami-kun pulled back, jarring Tetsuya's fantasy. He whined at the loss of contact, but with a little smirk and a deliberate twist of his hips, rubbing their erections together, Kagami-kun pressed his lips to the side of Tetsuya's neck and sucked.
"Kagami-" Tetsuya cried out, clutching at his shoulders and pressing his hips into Kagami-kun's stomach. Months of waiting and wanting had all come down to this, and when he felt the scrape of his partner's teeth against his neck he could take no more. "I need you. Now."
Kagami-kun gave one last, lingering suck before he finally pulled away. "Are you sure about this? We can take our time, you know." The urgency in his eyes gave away the lie to his promise, yet Tetsuya honored him for trying. He himself was a shivering mess of excitement, and the thought of waiting was akin to breathing water.
"It would be foolish to wait any longer, Kagami-kun. Also, I am fairly sure my body would implode if we attempted to do so."
Kagami-kun groaned at the back of his throat, and Tetsuya found himself no longer pressed up against the wall, but held in a classic princess carry. "You can't say stuff like that - it'll make me hate myself for waiting this long." He kicked open his bedroom door and slanted sideways so that Tetsuya wouldn't hit his head on the doorframe.
Now that they were in sight of the bed, Tetsuya found his ability to think rationally severely diminished. To make up for it, he planted kisses along Kagami-kun's neck, sucking on the pulse point at the base of his shoulder. "Talk after, Kagami-kun. More kisses, please."
"Gotta' keep my shadow happy." Kagami-kun lowered him gently onto the bed before moving over him, propping himself up on his forearms. Tetsuya thought the fire in his belly had been bad enough when he had been pinned to the wall but this was even more dangerous - Kagami-kun's kiss was slow and deep, and laying back like this made it difficult to breathe. Every inch of Kagami-kun's body was pressing against his, and Tetsuya entertained fleeting thoughts on the possibility of dying from sexual exposure.
He brought his hands down Kagami-kun's back, tracing over each and every muscle, until they rested at his hips. His erection wasn't as noticeable now, as his partner was just too damn tall, and Tetsuya wanted to fix that. So he pushed at Kagami-kun's broad shoulders, and didn't stop until he finally pulled away from the kiss.
"Kuroko, what…?
"Roll over." Tetsuya kept pushing until Kagami-kun was settled on his back. Tetsuya climbed on top, choosing to straddle his hips rather than lay himself out. There. That was better. Now they were pushing up against each other just as they had in the living room. Tetsuya twisted his hips, glorying in the feel of Kagami-kun, and the way his eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"Ungh, Kuroko-!"
It was a heady feeling to be in control like this. Tetsuya ground down again, ignoring his racing heart to better observe his lover's reactions. He placed his hands on Kagami-kun's chest for better leverage, and Kagami-kun's trailed over his hips and ass, holding him in place. He thrust down a third time, unable to keep his own appreciation silent.
"You don't have to be quiet, Kuroko. No one's gonna' hear." Kagami-kun's voice was low and rough, and it made Tetsuya breathless. His fingers fumbled at Tetsuya's belt, and before he could think better of it, he brought his own around to help.
"That remains to be seen. What also remains to be seen is whether or not Kagami-kun will divest of his clothing. Does he require my assistance?" Tetsuya reached for the hem of Kagami-kun's shirt, preparing to raise it above his head. Kagami-kun stopped unbuckling Tetsuya's pants to helpfully lift his arms above his head.
"Only if you wanna' give it. Also knock it off with the complicated words. Not the time, Kuroko."
"My apologies. Perhaps-" Tetsuya was cut off by the impressive stretch of Kagami-kun's abdominal muscles as he sat up, bringing their faces close together. Before Tetsuya could recover his train of thought, his partner nipped his nose.
"Kaga-"
"Tetsuya." Kagami-kun's eyes were dark and dangerous as they searched his. "I wanna' touch you. Can I?"
There could be no opposition to such a delicious request. Tetsuya sighed into Kagami-kun's kiss, and the work of a few moments found them stripped down to their underclothes; Kagami-kun once again hovering over Tetsuya. His hands smoothed over his shadow's soft skin, their kisses deepening when he reached the waistband of his boxers. Tetsuya's breath hitched when Kagami-kun pulled his boxers down; his cock hardening from half-mast to full when warm hands smoothed over it. Slowly, his partner began to pump him, and such was the pleasure his touch evoked that Tetsuya couldn't manage any embarrassment when Kagami-kun pulled away to look at it.
"Damnit, Tetsuya. You look so fucking good-"
Tetsuya thrust upwards, forgetting himself. He had never suspected Kagami-kun would be this confident, this dominant. And for a self-proclaimed virgin - and with enough flustered blushes to prove it - he seemed remarkably good at this. Later he would think about this, and would decide that further experimentation was required before he came to a more concrete hypothesis. For now, all he could do at the moment was appreciate it.
Kagami-kun settled in close to him, leaning over to kiss as he stroked him. Tetsuya roused himself enough to notice the disparity - it was unfair that Kagami-kun wasn't receiving pleasure in return, wasn't it? With great effort, he placed his hand on top of his partner's, stilling his movements. Then with a sly upward glance, he tucked his other hand under the elastic of Kagami-kun's briefs.
"The shadow must follow the light, no?"
Kagami-kun's breath hitched as Tetsuya tugged his briefs down, yet he made no move to stop him and never took his eyes from his shadow's face. Tetsuya, on the other hand, couldn't drag his eyes away from the line of fine hairs stretching from Kagami-kun's belly button down to his hips, and culminating in a mass of tight curls nesting his- Tetsuya sucked in a deep breath when the briefs cleared Kagami-kun's manhood, letting it stand intimidatingly tall and thick under his scrutiny. Then he licked his lips.
Kagami-kun cleared his throat on the second try. "Just...let's just touch with our hands, for today. Yeah? I uh...I don't know how to do anything else."
Tetsuya nodded slowly, not looking away from Kagami's cock. It was a relief to know his light was inexperienced as he, and it put to rest any fears he harbored about particular reasons for Kagami-kun's being surprisingly good at all the steps leading up to this. "We will learn together, Kagami-kun. But for tonight I will follow your request." He used both hands to cup his partner, and the familiar-yet-not feel of the cock in his hands made him dizzy with pleasure.
Kagami-kun groaned as his head fell back against the pillow. "Jesus, Tetsuya. You gotta' stop calling me that. Mmmmh- use my name in times like- ah- this!"
That would require a great deal of bravery. Yet not any more so than what was required to wrap his fingers around Kagami-kun's member and pleasure him, surely. Besides, hearing his own given name had him throbbing against his thigh and leaking pre-cum onto Kagami-kun's bedspread. Would it do the same for his lover? "As you wish, Taiga-kun."
"Ohjesusfuckingshit I want you-" Taiga-kun rolled over, nearly dislodging Tetsuya's hold on him. Yet from this angle he could reach out and grab Tetsuya's own member, and after another small adjustment, lean up and kiss him.
"Ohhhh-" They clung to each other, sucking at each others lips as their hands pulled at their cocks. The sexual energy between them made it hard to concentrate, and Tetsuya found his pace slipping from time to time. Yet Taiga-kun's touch reminded him, and it didn't take long for the two sex-starved teens to find release.
Taiga-kun came first, rutting into Tetsuya's hand and moaning into his mouth. Tetsuya's hand was suddenly slick and warm, yet the echoes of his light's pleasure and the sudden pressure on his dick made his body pulse. He felt the familiar excitement building in his belly, and it was barely a minute later when he came, falling back against the bed and calling out his light's name.
They lay there, panting in the afterglow. It took Tetsuya a long time to recover his wits, yet when he came back down to earth Taiga-kun's fingers were tracing little patterns against his cheek. The motion made his heart clench in on itself. Hundreds of questions battered at the inside of his skull, like how long have you wanted this, and can we do that again, and can we make this work, and do you love me back? Yet at this moment he felt the urge to ask none of them. Questions would come later. For now he was content to bask in the warmth of his lover's embrace, without worrying about the world outside. Judging by the peaceful smile on Taiga-kun's face, he felt the same.
After a long moment in which Tetsuya thought he could die happily, Taiga-kun decided to break the mood. "I'll, um. I'll grab some tissues, yeah? Be right back."
Tetsuya pouted. "If this is your attempt at getting out of cuddling, Taiga-kun, it is a very poor effort."
His lover laughed against his temple before kissing it. "Can it, grumpy. I'll be right back. Besides, sticky beds are no place to cuddle on."
Tetsuya had nothing to say in reply. His eyelids were becoming unfathomably heavy, and when the bed shifted underneath him as Taiga-kun got up, it felt as if the room was spinning. He listened for the click of the door shutting behind his lover, but then his exhaustion caught up with him, and he dozed off.
As he slept, he dreamed that Taiga-kun held him in a hammock made of stars.
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I have learned that there is something even more annoying than keeping track of the pronouns when two people of the same gender are kissing. It is writing from Kuroko's point of view, and not writing 5 bajillion "Kagami-kun/s." *Heavy breathing*
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If you liked it, you know what to do ( -_^)