Part 4
Everyone was quiet. The only thing that could be heard in the damp locker room was heavy breathing from Murasakibara, while everyone else seemed to be holding their breath. Aomine stepped forward, holding the condom in one hand and slowly began to tuck down his shorts. His eyes were serious. The atmosphere was still somewhat fragile, as if someone were to laugh the darker boy would growl and run off, but no one was joking. The nervousness that was apparent in the spectators earlier had been replaced by pure anticipation. What they had seen so far was nothing like anything they'd seen before, but what was to come would be like nothing they had imagined. Murasakibara hadn't moved, but he had opened one eye slightly and was watching Aomine, mouth still open and panting lightly. Aomine flushed a bit at the look, the messy hair, the sweat beading down his forehead and most of all the obvious pleasure he had experienced so far, was very erotic. The purpette remained calm, waiting for it all to continue. Waiting for the darker teen's cock to penetrate his anus. Akashi almost giggled at the thought, he knew he had control over the prodigies, but could he really make one of them fuck the other? And have the receiving boy moan shamelessly? One look at Aomine assured him: Oh, yes, he could.
Aomine had stripped down to his boxers and was reaching inside to grip his own member. His neck was bent down and his eyes seemed to be shut tight, but Akashi noticed something as Aomine began massaging himself. Occasionally the darker boy dared to take a peek at the purpette that lay waiting for him, and Murasakibara hadn't changed the expression from earlier so he gladly met Aomine's hungry eyes. After a minute or so Aomine slipped out of the boxers, his cock almost at full length. The stroking movement of Aomine stopped, but he still held his member in his hand and felt it pulse slightly. He took the condom and gently rolled it on. "So that's going up my ass?" Murasakibara asked, his voice almost ridiculously calm as he had propped himself up to look at Aomine's hand, or rather what was in it. "That's the plan, Atsushi," Akashi answered, picking his words carefully "it might hurt a bit at first, but I am most certain it will feel way better than fingers once you get used to it". Murasakibara seemed to let the words sink in, no fear or regret apparent yet. "Sweet" was all he said as he lay back down, smiling slightly. That's the interesting part about him Akashi thought to himself as he observed the tall boy's smile it's really simple with Atsushi: if it's good then it's good. No prejudice. Well, a simple mind leads to an open mind one could say. Akashi shifted his eyes to Aomine to meet his questioning look. "Well?" he asked, too impatient to disguise his impatient eager like earlier. "The dick goes in and out, Aominechi, it's not rocket science" Kise remarked, seeming almost as impatient as the boy he was addressing. Akashi held Aomine's eyes while he nodded. He made sure to make Aomine see that the nod was not only a go-ahead to start, but to really enjoy himself. The position was a bit awkward; the bench was about knee-height and no more than a couple of feet long. Aomine looked at Murasakibara, the tension between them was strange, as if the were both wandering into unknown territory. Aomine tenderly positioned himself behind Murasakibara, not too close, but close enough to feel the heat of his skin radiating towards him. He shuffled a bit closer and sat down on one of his heels while letting the other one to find footing on the floor. Midorima coughed slightly and leaned forward to give Aomine the lube. Aomine took it and swiftly opened it. He let a thick stream of the slippery fluid fall onto his penis, and then he threw it at his side, not bothering to close it. His hands gently, but still firmly gripped the pale skin of the boy that lay in front of him. His left hand gripped Murasakibara's hips to pull him towards him, while his right hand pulled the boy's leg up so he could easier access. Murasakibara didn't protest at all about any of this, in fact he leaned his head further back while looking Aomine straight in the face. Aomine met Murasakibara's eyes as he stopped. The next stage would do it. It would make it something more than experimenting, it would make it sex between the two of them. Sex between teammates, men, inexperienced teens, and on top of that they had an audience. Aomine seemed uncertain. Akashi was not sure whether he should urge Aomine on or not, but he chose not hoping that the obviously eager Murasakibara would come through here. "Aomine" the purpette's voice was low and sensual, his lips barely moving which brought forth raw words from his dry throat, "just fuck me already". Aomine's eyes sparked with lust as he firmly took a hold of both of Murasakibara's hips.