kuroko no basuke: snuggling in bed, proposal, shower scene
snuggling in bed
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Pairing: Aomine/Kise
Contents/Warnings: explicit mentions of snuggling with morning wood
Word Count 1000
for kay
Kise’s senses were hazy and laced with sleepiness all around but there were little indicators that resulted in him smirking unconsciously. His boyfriend’s chest was hard against his back but that wasn’t the only rock-hard anatomy currently pinning him to the bed. Although in a spooning position, Kise’s lungs felt inclined to have a little more oxygen than the amount provided. He groaned softly and pushed his creamy thighs across the mattress to get some air into his squished face. A throaty moan assaulted his ears and he smiled-his eyes were still closed but he could perfectly see Aomine’s face. The breathing on his neck was deep and slow, it would almost fool him if it wasn’t for the sweaty palms encircling his waist.
Kise’s hips gave another jerk and Aomine almost spluttered while trying to hide his moan.
Fully awake, Aomine had no option but to stay still for 10 full seconds before he groaned into Kise’s neck. He had no way of concealing his arousal now, unless he thought that little of Kise.
His full lips were dry but the sight of Kise’s bared shoulders moisturized them in no time. He leaned back to give the milky skin a good look before he latched his mouth on the juncture between neck and shoulder. It was Kise’s time to moan now, as the defenseless body writhed under the heated kisses and sucks.
Without thinking much of it, Kise reached back and with no trouble grabbed Aomine’s head with his left palm. He whimpered some more as Aomine kissed him softly, trailing his warm tongue up his neck and those perfect teeth grazed his earlobe softly.
The taste on metal on his tongue was intoxicating so Aomine kept on sucking that ear until Kise’s hand on his hair fisted painfully. He whined to Kise’s ear, very aware of the fair hair standing on Kise’s nape due to goose bumps.
“Aominecchi…” Kise decided to make it obvious that pleasure had pooled in his groin and it was all Aomine’s fault.
Aomine growled back something intelligent before he pushed his hips against Kise’s round butt. The noise that came from Kise’s mouth aroused him ten folds more and he pushed his cock slowly into the folds of Kise’s boxers clad ass. Aomine got a happy reminder in his system of Kise’s hand-still fisting his hair as if his life depended on it.
“It hurts, Kise,” he mouthed into Kise’s neck, knowing very well that his baritone voice stopped the fall and rise of Kise’s chest for a long minute. Kise gulped back before he wiggled his fingers out of Aomine’s hair. He noticed with pleasure that Kise’s hand trembled before it reached to the sheets, fisting the soft material brutally.
“You may continue now.” Aomine humbly complied.
Their movements were lazy; boarding on bored, but both boys had solid erection just pulsing with the need to release. “Not yet,” Aomine whispered as he noticed Kise’s free hand getting restless on his chest. He reached to run fingertips tentatively over Kise’s heaving chest, there was a very thin layer of sweat, as if sugarcoating this giant dessert that made Aomine’s mouth water.
Aomine’s head was urging him to get it on with but he wanted to savor Kise’s hitching breath, the quick fall and rise of that chest, those beady nipples, so small yet perky, the never-ending mewling Kise enjoyed to hum under his breath whenever Aomine’s cock grounded his ass too deeply for his liking. He knew he was torturing the boy but it felt so right he couldn’t help it; Kise on the other side appreciated none of Aomine’s teasing manners. Albeit Kise was on the edges of pushing Aomine back and doing all the ravishing, he kept his pride intact and decided he would see how far his tanned ‘bitch’ could go before his self-control broke.
Apparently, not so far; Aomine already began to sneak his leg between Kise’s sticky thighs, all humid and slick due to the sweat and their proximity. He brought his knee against the firm erection in Kise’s pretty pink boxers and enjoyed the following melody of Kise’s curses and moans, all mashed out of his gaping mouth.
A chuckle sounded from Aomine’s mouth and he continued to attack the submissive body next to him by using his fingers next. The boxers rose on Kise’s thighs when he tried to shut Aomine’s knee out so Aomine’s long fingers began a slow rubbing motion, synchronized with his mouth, which kissed delicately along Kise’s arms.
Kise wanted to muffle out his noise but he couldn’t help it. He was being spoiled so hard, it felt amazing. His thighs burnt and quivered as Aomine rubbed his knee so purposefully against his cock. Also, that mouth lapping his skin made it so difficult to hold back from coming.
He knew Aomine had plans for him the moment he felt a warm hand; obviously, Aomine didn’t bother and simply slipped the arm Kise used as pillow from under his head, sneak into his boxers. With the help of his knee, Aomine had no problem getting a clear way between Kise’s parted legs. He heard the gasps so he matched the excitement level to them by moving his fingers ever so lazily around Kise’s hole. He rubbed his middle finger in between those cheeks; missing the entry every time until Kise thrashed and bit his lips in an attempt not to yell at him to get it on with.
Silently, Aomine praised Kise’s ability to hold back the whining. Nothing like his silent promises turned Aomine on, he knew Kise will get him back for this, sooner or later; he will be the one growling for Kise to get it on with.
In the time being, he continued his little game, but the raw feel of Kise’s entry was far too dry for Aomine’s liking. He proffered it slick and greased up with oil. Quickly and without breaking the tension, Aomine reached for the bottle on the night stand. In the process, he had allowed Kise to catch his breath since he moved his knee away and had momentarily stopped teasing his asshole.
When he leaned back on Kise’s body thought, Aomine was faced with a red-faced blonde, his eyes were lazy-but the deadly glare was there alright-and his mouth pursed in a long line. Uh-Oh. The dangerous expression Kise wore made his dick jump in his black shorts.
“You’re too slow.” Aomine practically let Kise push him back to the bed, snatch the bottle of LOVE oil and lay back and enjoy the scene of Kise slipping boxers off not-so-elegantly.
The sight of rippled muscles across a wide chest, with fair skin expanding almost painfully over his chest, down to wide but taut hips and the dangerous erect penis among the soft public hair made Aomine’s chest hair rise-not that he was bushy on the chest, but you could bet that his public hair stood up in ovation to the sexy appeal that oozed off Kise.
Aomine wasted no time and got into an identical state of nakedness. His own latte colored skin was proudly glistered as phenomenon oozed off him. His penis proudly saluted Kise. Aomine caught the blush spreading on Kise’s cheeks before he laid back into the squeaky mattress, with his legs wide open and his grin ever so inviting. Kise’s brow twitched and Aomine barely held the thundering laughter. Instead he cooed Kise like one would coo an angry baby, “Oh, is my little blond upset?” his arms probed behind his head.
Another twitch to that eyebrow and Kise was all Aomine saw before his eyes closed and he let the surge of pleasure shoot through his senses due to the hot furnace enclosing his cock.
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Proposal
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Pairing: Akashi/Furihata
Contents/Warnings: queasy fluff that might induce a stomach-ache
Word Count 700
for sarah <3
Akashi gets a pleasant surprise on Christmas by his boyfriend, Furihata.
It was freezing and that is an understatement. Akashi blew on his hands repeatedly every five seconds or so. His legs ached; he’d been waiting for more than fifteen minutes. In the middle of darn arena waiting for what his boyfriend called him for.
It was dark and cold; definitely not Akashi’s favorite place to be in during Christmas of all times. He trusted Furihata would repay him dearly, if he showed up that is. His brows frowned at the idea, of course Furihata would show up, why would he stand him up?
Hetero-chromatic eyes looked around, the more time passed on, the more worried he became -no matter how uncharacteristically of him- and he couldn’t help it. He worried so easily with Furihata. What if the guy clumsily forgot? What if he joked? You couldn’t know with that text. Somehow, the worry and boredom that soaked up Akashi’s mind blended in with his irritation until he became angry with Furihata’s defect in punctuality. He clearly told him to wait for him at the arena at eight thirty. It was boarding on nine and still the brown haired man was no where there.
Akashi Seijuro did not get stood up and this will not be “the first of many times.” He swiped his cell phone open and called Furihata.
The distinctive ringtone rang so loudly in the arena, it echoed and all the rage in Akashi blew with the whistle of the phone.
“Kouki?” he called then, unsure if he should which was stupid of him, why would he be scared of calling his five years old boyfriend’s name?
“Shoot!” he heard the whisper hissed so loudly in the empty space. His heart calmed down.
“This was supposed to be a surprise,” Furihata said clearly then and Akashi pivoted to his left to see a formally dressed Furihata. His hair was neatly parted by the side, his face nervous but so handsome. A pair of black trousers looked as if they were tailored for Furihata’s long legs (they both grew tremendously since they were in high school), while his crisp white shirt had its sleeved rolled to the elbow. The casual shirt had two buttons open to reveal smooth skin. Akashi’s cheeks flared because he realized he came over to this spot still in his sweats and a gigantic blue parka, his hair probably messy from the wind abusing it as he ran on his way in.
Furihata had his hands shoved into his pockets as he approached him. Though they had been once short, they grew into fine men, no longer soft skinned but with toned bodies. Akashi never grew taller than Furihata though, and that proved very infuriating but interesting in so many ways.
The redhead crossed his arms, no matter how handsome his boyfriend looked, he was still late.
“Well? Why am I standing here freezing my ass?” he questioned, his tone soft but stern.
“I… I’m sorry I was late…” Furihata still had an air of uncertainness though his awkwardness improved greatly along the years.
“Don’t worry about that now,” Akashi sighed and that made Furihata loosen up. It seemed that along the softening of his nervous face, he got a tremendous amount of confident and spontaneity, Akashi watched with a softly gaping mouth how Furihata dropped slowly to a knee. He waited for some sort of apology but Furihata reached into his trouser’s pocket and took out a palm sized velvety box.
He wouldn’t, Akashi cursed mentally. It was the most cliché thing ever, to-
“Akashi Seijuro… My love…” the awkwardness was nowhere, Furihata’s eyes were sincere and Akashi’s heart fell. “You’re the best thing to happen to me, you complete me. I love you so much, and I wish to spend my life with you. Would you marry me and make an honest man out of me?” Furihata smiled then, sealing the deal.
Akashi swallowed back the lump in his throat and even more cliché-like, he gasped and hugged the kneeling love of his life in front of him.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” he murmured, his voice broke twenty times, as many times as he said yes into the excited Furihata’s burning ears.
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Shower scene
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Pairing: Akashi/Furihata
Contents/Warnings: unintentional sexiness by furihata-san
Word Count = 800
for sarah <3 (i love sarah a lot; she'll cook me lots of food)
The water was cool against his tense body; Akashi let out a hiss in response and waited patiently for it to warm up. Soon enough, his muscles sagged and chest gave a big heave as the warmth spread like delicious fire along his spine, soaking his short hair. The tiles were cool against his back but he leaned back without care. The shower head adjusted to pour whole-heartedly on him, he rested there, dozing off.
Since Furihata was busy with work, he couldn’t come down to Kyoto that weekend. Akashi ran a list of things to do that’d compliment his lazy weekend. A nice cup of coffee would do, black, bitter and hot. With the temperature of his apartment so poor, he had to live in the chill until the radiator was fixed. Akashi kept his mind brimmed with the ideas of the warmest things. Snuggling on the couch wrapped in a comforter or two, finishing off his coffee and paying ten percent to the television.
It sounded awkwardly wrong. Not to have the familiar fidgety man who still didn’t grow out of his peculiar subconscious behavior of avoiding eye contact when worried, and his habit stuttering and accidentally yelling when nervous. If Akashi shut his ears, he could almost hear Furihata’s stammer as he enthusiastically and redundantly talked of his interests. He wasn’t that great of a talker, but Akashi’s ear loved the sound of his voice as he yammered on and on about one thing to another.
Akashi wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings so when the bathroom door shut with a loud thud, his heart fell into his stomach worriedly. He always kept the door opened when showering, even with Furihata around. He reached to shut the shower but then the same sound he’s been reminiscing in his head spoke.
“It’s just me, Akashi, stay in there.” Akashi breathed a silent sigh of relief. He wanted to see Furihata but he was struck with another surprise when Furihata joined him. Naked as the day he was born, the man grinned as he slid into the small shower. Akashi had no choice but to recoil to the corner where he previously leaned.
“What are you doing?” Akashi murmured. His eyes were unfocused due to his short-sightedness, and the hot steam made it even more difficult to see clearly.
“Showering,” Furihata sounded coy but Akashi paid it no attention. He reached for the bottle of shampoo but Furihata was quicker. “Come here.” He reached and pulled Akashi by the arm. Akashi glowered softly. Through the years, Furihata managed to grow taller by an inch and a half while Akashi remained the same height as ever. Furihata saw the glare meant to him but he shrugged it off.
Over the sound of the soft drizzle of the shower, Akashi saw Furihata squeeze some shampoo into the palm of his hand. Akashi expected nothing more than the mundane routine of washing his hair, which never took more than five minutes. However, the second Furihata’s fingers touched his scalp; Akashi couldn’t help the moan leaving his lips.
Furihata’s mouth widened in a grin and continued to massage Akashi’s scalp and relieving all the stress in the base of his neck. He smeared the foamy shampoo on Akashi’s shoulder as he turned him around so he would have all the access to Akashi’s broad back. More moans were released softly and even the occasional hiss as Furihata massaged his back. He resulted to more shampoo so he can trail his creamy hands down Akashi’s back. The base of his spine was deliciously rubbed, making Akashi lean into the wall and close his eyes in total relaxation. He was practically a stuffed toy when Furihata was done washing off the shampoo from his hair. His shower wasn’t done though; Furihata reached for the body wash and indulged his fingers with a greedy amount of the gooey transparent Apple scented stuff.
Akashi jerked suddenly when Furihata’s hands trailed his thighs and ended up spreading his stance.
“What are you doing now?”
“Again, Seiji… I’m showering,” Furihata spoke into his ear.
The images of the couch, the piles of clothes he’d put on and the TV were all replaced with Akashi in the same state of nakedness as he was now, his back to the mattress, his eyes hazily looking into the roof before Furihata invaded his sight with his warm brown eyes in order to nip on his mouth.
He barked a loud laugh when Furihata’s right hand tickled his abdomen. He could practically feel the grin against his left shoulder. Oh, Furihata was a fidgeting man, but when he had Akashi in his hands, nothing was unsure about the man. He learnt from mistake and cautiously-if not torturously-paid attention to his details.
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Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Pairing: Aomine/Kise
Contents/Warnings: explicit mentions of snuggling with morning wood
Word Count 1000
for kay
Kise’s senses were hazy and laced with sleepiness all around but there were little indicators that resulted in him smirking unconsciously. His boyfriend’s chest was hard against his back but that wasn’t the only rock-hard anatomy currently pinning him to the bed. Although in a spooning position, Kise’s lungs felt inclined to have a little more oxygen than the amount provided. He groaned softly and pushed his creamy thighs across the mattress to get some air into his squished face. A throaty moan assaulted his ears and he smiled-his eyes were still closed but he could perfectly see Aomine’s face. The breathing on his neck was deep and slow, it would almost fool him if it wasn’t for the sweaty palms encircling his waist.
Kise’s hips gave another jerk and Aomine almost spluttered while trying to hide his moan.
Fully awake, Aomine had no option but to stay still for 10 full seconds before he groaned into Kise’s neck. He had no way of concealing his arousal now, unless he thought that little of Kise.
His full lips were dry but the sight of Kise’s bared shoulders moisturized them in no time. He leaned back to give the milky skin a good look before he latched his mouth on the juncture between neck and shoulder. It was Kise’s time to moan now, as the defenseless body writhed under the heated kisses and sucks.
Without thinking much of it, Kise reached back and with no trouble grabbed Aomine’s head with his left palm. He whimpered some more as Aomine kissed him softly, trailing his warm tongue up his neck and those perfect teeth grazed his earlobe softly.
The taste on metal on his tongue was intoxicating so Aomine kept on sucking that ear until Kise’s hand on his hair fisted painfully. He whined to Kise’s ear, very aware of the fair hair standing on Kise’s nape due to goose bumps.
“Aominecchi…” Kise decided to make it obvious that pleasure had pooled in his groin and it was all Aomine’s fault.
Aomine growled back something intelligent before he pushed his hips against Kise’s round butt. The noise that came from Kise’s mouth aroused him ten folds more and he pushed his cock slowly into the folds of Kise’s boxers clad ass. Aomine got a happy reminder in his system of Kise’s hand-still fisting his hair as if his life depended on it.
“It hurts, Kise,” he mouthed into Kise’s neck, knowing very well that his baritone voice stopped the fall and rise of Kise’s chest for a long minute. Kise gulped back before he wiggled his fingers out of Aomine’s hair. He noticed with pleasure that Kise’s hand trembled before it reached to the sheets, fisting the soft material brutally.
“You may continue now.” Aomine humbly complied.
Their movements were lazy; boarding on bored, but both boys had solid erection just pulsing with the need to release. “Not yet,” Aomine whispered as he noticed Kise’s free hand getting restless on his chest. He reached to run fingertips tentatively over Kise’s heaving chest, there was a very thin layer of sweat, as if sugarcoating this giant dessert that made Aomine’s mouth water.
Aomine’s head was urging him to get it on with but he wanted to savor Kise’s hitching breath, the quick fall and rise of that chest, those beady nipples, so small yet perky, the never-ending mewling Kise enjoyed to hum under his breath whenever Aomine’s cock grounded his ass too deeply for his liking. He knew he was torturing the boy but it felt so right he couldn’t help it; Kise on the other side appreciated none of Aomine’s teasing manners. Albeit Kise was on the edges of pushing Aomine back and doing all the ravishing, he kept his pride intact and decided he would see how far his tanned ‘bitch’ could go before his self-control broke.
Apparently, not so far; Aomine already began to sneak his leg between Kise’s sticky thighs, all humid and slick due to the sweat and their proximity. He brought his knee against the firm erection in Kise’s pretty pink boxers and enjoyed the following melody of Kise’s curses and moans, all mashed out of his gaping mouth.
A chuckle sounded from Aomine’s mouth and he continued to attack the submissive body next to him by using his fingers next. The boxers rose on Kise’s thighs when he tried to shut Aomine’s knee out so Aomine’s long fingers began a slow rubbing motion, synchronized with his mouth, which kissed delicately along Kise’s arms.
Kise wanted to muffle out his noise but he couldn’t help it. He was being spoiled so hard, it felt amazing. His thighs burnt and quivered as Aomine rubbed his knee so purposefully against his cock. Also, that mouth lapping his skin made it so difficult to hold back from coming.
He knew Aomine had plans for him the moment he felt a warm hand; obviously, Aomine didn’t bother and simply slipped the arm Kise used as pillow from under his head, sneak into his boxers. With the help of his knee, Aomine had no problem getting a clear way between Kise’s parted legs. He heard the gasps so he matched the excitement level to them by moving his fingers ever so lazily around Kise’s hole. He rubbed his middle finger in between those cheeks; missing the entry every time until Kise thrashed and bit his lips in an attempt not to yell at him to get it on with.
Silently, Aomine praised Kise’s ability to hold back the whining. Nothing like his silent promises turned Aomine on, he knew Kise will get him back for this, sooner or later; he will be the one growling for Kise to get it on with.
In the time being, he continued his little game, but the raw feel of Kise’s entry was far too dry for Aomine’s liking. He proffered it slick and greased up with oil. Quickly and without breaking the tension, Aomine reached for the bottle on the night stand. In the process, he had allowed Kise to catch his breath since he moved his knee away and had momentarily stopped teasing his asshole.
When he leaned back on Kise’s body thought, Aomine was faced with a red-faced blonde, his eyes were lazy-but the deadly glare was there alright-and his mouth pursed in a long line. Uh-Oh. The dangerous expression Kise wore made his dick jump in his black shorts.
“You’re too slow.” Aomine practically let Kise push him back to the bed, snatch the bottle of LOVE oil and lay back and enjoy the scene of Kise slipping boxers off not-so-elegantly.
The sight of rippled muscles across a wide chest, with fair skin expanding almost painfully over his chest, down to wide but taut hips and the dangerous erect penis among the soft public hair made Aomine’s chest hair rise-not that he was bushy on the chest, but you could bet that his public hair stood up in ovation to the sexy appeal that oozed off Kise.
Aomine wasted no time and got into an identical state of nakedness. His own latte colored skin was proudly glistered as phenomenon oozed off him. His penis proudly saluted Kise. Aomine caught the blush spreading on Kise’s cheeks before he laid back into the squeaky mattress, with his legs wide open and his grin ever so inviting. Kise’s brow twitched and Aomine barely held the thundering laughter. Instead he cooed Kise like one would coo an angry baby, “Oh, is my little blond upset?” his arms probed behind his head.
Another twitch to that eyebrow and Kise was all Aomine saw before his eyes closed and he let the surge of pleasure shoot through his senses due to the hot furnace enclosing his cock.
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Proposal
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Pairing: Akashi/Furihata
Contents/Warnings: queasy fluff that might induce a stomach-ache
Word Count 700
for sarah <3
Akashi gets a pleasant surprise on Christmas by his boyfriend, Furihata.
It was freezing and that is an understatement. Akashi blew on his hands repeatedly every five seconds or so. His legs ached; he’d been waiting for more than fifteen minutes. In the middle of darn arena waiting for what his boyfriend called him for.
It was dark and cold; definitely not Akashi’s favorite place to be in during Christmas of all times. He trusted Furihata would repay him dearly, if he showed up that is. His brows frowned at the idea, of course Furihata would show up, why would he stand him up?
Hetero-chromatic eyes looked around, the more time passed on, the more worried he became -no matter how uncharacteristically of him- and he couldn’t help it. He worried so easily with Furihata. What if the guy clumsily forgot? What if he joked? You couldn’t know with that text. Somehow, the worry and boredom that soaked up Akashi’s mind blended in with his irritation until he became angry with Furihata’s defect in punctuality. He clearly told him to wait for him at the arena at eight thirty. It was boarding on nine and still the brown haired man was no where there.
Akashi Seijuro did not get stood up and this will not be “the first of many times.” He swiped his cell phone open and called Furihata.
The distinctive ringtone rang so loudly in the arena, it echoed and all the rage in Akashi blew with the whistle of the phone.
“Kouki?” he called then, unsure if he should which was stupid of him, why would he be scared of calling his five years old boyfriend’s name?
“Shoot!” he heard the whisper hissed so loudly in the empty space. His heart calmed down.
“This was supposed to be a surprise,” Furihata said clearly then and Akashi pivoted to his left to see a formally dressed Furihata. His hair was neatly parted by the side, his face nervous but so handsome. A pair of black trousers looked as if they were tailored for Furihata’s long legs (they both grew tremendously since they were in high school), while his crisp white shirt had its sleeved rolled to the elbow. The casual shirt had two buttons open to reveal smooth skin. Akashi’s cheeks flared because he realized he came over to this spot still in his sweats and a gigantic blue parka, his hair probably messy from the wind abusing it as he ran on his way in.
Furihata had his hands shoved into his pockets as he approached him. Though they had been once short, they grew into fine men, no longer soft skinned but with toned bodies. Akashi never grew taller than Furihata though, and that proved very infuriating but interesting in so many ways.
The redhead crossed his arms, no matter how handsome his boyfriend looked, he was still late.
“Well? Why am I standing here freezing my ass?” he questioned, his tone soft but stern.
“I… I’m sorry I was late…” Furihata still had an air of uncertainness though his awkwardness improved greatly along the years.
“Don’t worry about that now,” Akashi sighed and that made Furihata loosen up. It seemed that along the softening of his nervous face, he got a tremendous amount of confident and spontaneity, Akashi watched with a softly gaping mouth how Furihata dropped slowly to a knee. He waited for some sort of apology but Furihata reached into his trouser’s pocket and took out a palm sized velvety box.
He wouldn’t, Akashi cursed mentally. It was the most cliché thing ever, to-
“Akashi Seijuro… My love…” the awkwardness was nowhere, Furihata’s eyes were sincere and Akashi’s heart fell. “You’re the best thing to happen to me, you complete me. I love you so much, and I wish to spend my life with you. Would you marry me and make an honest man out of me?” Furihata smiled then, sealing the deal.
Akashi swallowed back the lump in his throat and even more cliché-like, he gasped and hugged the kneeling love of his life in front of him.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” he murmured, his voice broke twenty times, as many times as he said yes into the excited Furihata’s burning ears.
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Shower scene
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Pairing: Akashi/Furihata
Contents/Warnings: unintentional sexiness by furihata-san
Word Count = 800
for sarah <3 (i love sarah a lot; she'll cook me lots of food)
The water was cool against his tense body; Akashi let out a hiss in response and waited patiently for it to warm up. Soon enough, his muscles sagged and chest gave a big heave as the warmth spread like delicious fire along his spine, soaking his short hair. The tiles were cool against his back but he leaned back without care. The shower head adjusted to pour whole-heartedly on him, he rested there, dozing off.
Since Furihata was busy with work, he couldn’t come down to Kyoto that weekend. Akashi ran a list of things to do that’d compliment his lazy weekend. A nice cup of coffee would do, black, bitter and hot. With the temperature of his apartment so poor, he had to live in the chill until the radiator was fixed. Akashi kept his mind brimmed with the ideas of the warmest things. Snuggling on the couch wrapped in a comforter or two, finishing off his coffee and paying ten percent to the television.
It sounded awkwardly wrong. Not to have the familiar fidgety man who still didn’t grow out of his peculiar subconscious behavior of avoiding eye contact when worried, and his habit stuttering and accidentally yelling when nervous. If Akashi shut his ears, he could almost hear Furihata’s stammer as he enthusiastically and redundantly talked of his interests. He wasn’t that great of a talker, but Akashi’s ear loved the sound of his voice as he yammered on and on about one thing to another.
Akashi wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings so when the bathroom door shut with a loud thud, his heart fell into his stomach worriedly. He always kept the door opened when showering, even with Furihata around. He reached to shut the shower but then the same sound he’s been reminiscing in his head spoke.
“It’s just me, Akashi, stay in there.” Akashi breathed a silent sigh of relief. He wanted to see Furihata but he was struck with another surprise when Furihata joined him. Naked as the day he was born, the man grinned as he slid into the small shower. Akashi had no choice but to recoil to the corner where he previously leaned.
“What are you doing?” Akashi murmured. His eyes were unfocused due to his short-sightedness, and the hot steam made it even more difficult to see clearly.
“Showering,” Furihata sounded coy but Akashi paid it no attention. He reached for the bottle of shampoo but Furihata was quicker. “Come here.” He reached and pulled Akashi by the arm. Akashi glowered softly. Through the years, Furihata managed to grow taller by an inch and a half while Akashi remained the same height as ever. Furihata saw the glare meant to him but he shrugged it off.
Over the sound of the soft drizzle of the shower, Akashi saw Furihata squeeze some shampoo into the palm of his hand. Akashi expected nothing more than the mundane routine of washing his hair, which never took more than five minutes. However, the second Furihata’s fingers touched his scalp; Akashi couldn’t help the moan leaving his lips.
Furihata’s mouth widened in a grin and continued to massage Akashi’s scalp and relieving all the stress in the base of his neck. He smeared the foamy shampoo on Akashi’s shoulder as he turned him around so he would have all the access to Akashi’s broad back. More moans were released softly and even the occasional hiss as Furihata massaged his back. He resulted to more shampoo so he can trail his creamy hands down Akashi’s back. The base of his spine was deliciously rubbed, making Akashi lean into the wall and close his eyes in total relaxation. He was practically a stuffed toy when Furihata was done washing off the shampoo from his hair. His shower wasn’t done though; Furihata reached for the body wash and indulged his fingers with a greedy amount of the gooey transparent Apple scented stuff.
Akashi jerked suddenly when Furihata’s hands trailed his thighs and ended up spreading his stance.
“What are you doing now?”
“Again, Seiji… I’m showering,” Furihata spoke into his ear.
The images of the couch, the piles of clothes he’d put on and the TV were all replaced with Akashi in the same state of nakedness as he was now, his back to the mattress, his eyes hazily looking into the roof before Furihata invaded his sight with his warm brown eyes in order to nip on his mouth.
He barked a loud laugh when Furihata’s right hand tickled his abdomen. He could practically feel the grin against his left shoulder. Oh, Furihata was a fidgeting man, but when he had Akashi in his hands, nothing was unsure about the man. He learnt from mistake and cautiously-if not torturously-paid attention to his details.
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