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“Hmmm....yeah, I’ll take Tetsu.”
Kagami’s heart sinks. He stares at the long flat plane of Aomine’s outstretched hand, and the clenched fist of his own in disappointment. “You cheated,” he mutters.
“You always throw rock, dipshit. Anyway, I’m with Tetsu.” Aomine looks up, and smirks, tossing Kuroko a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut out. “Looks like you’re white team with...yeah, have fun.”
The other team is already assembled, Team Purple consisting of Murasakibara, Himuro, and Takao, vocally complaining that having one miracle for their entire team is entirely unfair given the circumstances. On his own team, Midorima pushes up his glasses, looking absolutely certain that he’s going to catch a communicable disease from the t-shirt over his own clothes. “Kagami. I hope you’ve improved, or this will be embarrassing.”
“It’s always embarrassing when I have to stand next to you,” Kagami shoots back, and hesitates about what to say next. He settles for awkwardly jerking his chin at their third member. “Hey.” What the hell do you say to the guy that tried to stab you in the face that you later beat for the first time in his life?
Akashi blinks up at him with a pair of notably matched eyes, impassive. "Hello. This should be an easy victory."
Admittedly, a day of street ball minus his own, current team is not Akashi's ideal. Being Rakuzan's only representative puts a hefty amount of pressure on his shoulders, but that's fine. Being obviously no one's pick…………..less fine. He is not insulted. He is just annoyed.
"We're going to win! This is going to be awesome, playing with my two favorite people--"
"Kise-kun, please lower your voice if you're going to shout right into my ear," Kuroko levelly says, but there's a marked twitch to one of his eyes.
Akashi sighs. At least he isn't on a team with that. "Shintarou," he mildly says, ignoring Kagami for the time being, "you're a better center than this one. I'll pass to you as needed, but expect that to be your main task. Sorry."
Takao keeps sending furtive, worried little glances in Midorima's direction, and that's also annoying. Today is going to be one of those days, Akashi can tell.
“Uh, I have a name,” Kagami says, stepping forward to make full use of his height--not that that had worked very well the last time he’d tried it on Akashi, but something in his nature compels him to at least try. “It’s not this one. Let him shoot, I’ll be your damn center.”
“We’re not even playing yet, you know,” Midorima says with a sniff. “Akashi won the throw with the other captains. We’ll be playing the winner, obviously.” Which will be Kuroko’s team, unfortunately. Sorry, Takao. He sends a brief shrug over, as if to demonstrate his own inability to go against fate.
Takao's own shoulders heave, and he tries to make sense of the hot mess that is Murasakibara, eating chips and ignoring every suggestion, and Himuro, feeding him more and simultaneously sulking about the lack of luck in his draw.
"When you face off against Daiki," Akashi says patiently, "you'll be of no use as a center, because that's your nature, Kagami Taiga." Every single syllable gets an emphasis, as if to say I obviously know your name and you can calm down now. "Shintarou can actually fight him at the net. You can stop practically standing on your tiptoes now, I know how tall you are and Shintarou is taller and I literally don't care." Definitely one of those days.
“‘M not on my tiptoes,” Kagami mutters, yanking at the neck of his t-shirt in annoyance. “What the hell do you want me to do if not center? We need a guard, a center, and a shooter--and I’m not gonna be the shooter.” Is that the plan? To have him embarrass himself? Akashi can think the hell again.
“Just let him control the movements of the game, fool,” Midorima snaps tiredly. “Haven’t you had enough of fighting Aomine at the net?”
“Not by a long shot!” Kagami shoots a glare over at Aomine, currently occupied in dodging Kuroko’s defenses against having his hair ruffled. Asshole.
"Fine. A chance to dunk atop Daiki's head, yet again. That is what I'm offering you, because that is what I know you'll do no matter what," Akashi wearily says, and spares an idle glance in the same direction as Kagami.
"Aomine-kun, please refrain from giving me daytime bedhead."
Ah.
Akashi glances back to Midorima, eyebrows raised. Again? Already?
Midorima blinks in what he hopes looks like comprehension. Don’t worry, he hopes he’s saying back. He won’t. How like Akashi, to be concerned that Kagami would forget his allegiance to their team just because he wasn’t one of them before. At least, he thinks that’s what Akashi is saying.
“Muro-chin, I’m out of chips.”
Kagami lets out a bark of laughter, cracking the knuckles in his hands as he stretches out. “Hear that, Aomine? You’d better win the first round, I’m coming for you. Kuroko, gimme all you’ve got, okay?”
Surrounded by idiots. That is what he's dealing with. Akashi concludes this not only because of Midorima, but as he watches, sullenly, while Himuro is unable to produce more chips for the time being, and Takao sweats bullets just looking at Kuroko's team arrangement.
Kuroko, who is notably fastened to Aomine's hip, and spares Kagami something of a nod before turning his attention back to Aomine--not Kise, who is blabbering on about who knows what. Just Aomine.
Akashi briefly shuts his eyes, and settles for turning away to take a seat on the nearest bench, awaiting the results.
The word “massacre” might be a little too brutal, but only just. Kagami winces as he watches Aomine, Kise, and Kuroko blur around the court like darting fireflies that occasionally launch themselves towards the net. Murasakibara blocks a ridiculous amount of shots, but his size and speed are less of an advantage than they usually would be in such a situation, stymied by the strong outside shooting percentage and agility of the other team. Takao’s plays are less than effective when one of his teammates forgets half of them, and the other pays attention to the ones he thinks are best, and Kagami can almost hear Shuutoku’s point guard trying not to rip out his hair.
In the end, the point difference only grows, and Kagami gives Himuro a consoling shrug that the other man ignores when he stalks off the court. “Sorry about it,” he says under his breath, without being too sorry. At least now, he’ll get to face Aomine again, even if it is with Akashi. “Don’t think I’ll hold back, Kuroko,” he throws out with a grin. Kuroko does look nice when he’s all sweaty.
Kuroko pulls up his t-shirt to wipe at his face, and blinks up at Kagami with a nod. "I wouldn't expect you to, Kagami-kun. Ah. I wanted to tell you. Aomine-kun invited me to his house after this."
Confirmed, Akashi thinks as he overhears that, barely repressing the urge to sigh again, and he starts to lean over to Midorima and say this is what I was talking about, how did you miss it when Takao bounds over, nothing but huffy frustration.
"Shin-chan! You have to at least win this time for me, otherwise it's not fair! There's nothing fair about this, but win for me, be my knight in shining armor--"
“Shut up, Takao!”
Kagami raises his eyebrows, then shrugs. “Aomine’s house, huh? What are we gonna...”
Fuck. Too late. Too late, his brain catches up to his mouth, and he realizes that Kuroko had said me instead of us. “You know,” he says to Aomine, folding his arms across his chest, “when someone shows up with someone, you should invite both of them over or none.”
“Is that America’s version of polite?” Aomine drawls, slinging an arm around Kuroko’s shoulders. “Pass. I don’t want you stinking up my place.”
Something hot and uncomfortable flares in Kagami’s chest, even if he can’t name it, or why this is bothering him so much. He turns to the side instead, distracting himself with the way Midorima is blushing a deeper red than Akashi’s hair. “Whatever. We’ll just crush you first.”
"Aomine-kun, you're very heavy when you lean on me like that."
"Shin-chaaaan, come on, promise me you'll avenge me!"
Akashi probably shouldn't be so grateful that he isn't the only one here experiencing a hefty amount of frustrating rejection and dismissal. Midorima, ignoring him for that barely decent excuse of a point guard--Murasakibara, distracted with Himuro, who has apparently stopped sulking long enough to grab more chips and feed him--Aomine and Kuroko and Kise, forever a unit, or so Kise thinks, but at least he can pretend to be included--
Well. Fine, then.
"It's fine, Tetsuya. If you're entertaining Daiki, then I'll take care of Taiga in the meantime."
Kuroko's expression immediately turns wary, and Akashi takes that as sweet vindication. Now feeling quite smug and satisfied about it, he rises from where he sits, crooking a finger towards Kagami. "Let's go. Shintarou, you, too, leave your pet behind."
Takao's mouth drops open. "I'm not--you--ugh, Shin-chan!!!"
“I can hardly avenge you against my own teammate,” Midorima points out, following Akashi onto the court with the ease of long, long practice.
Kagami follows him, not entirely sure what’s just passed between Kuroko and Akashi, knowing he’s the center of it and sort of uncertain about what that means. Either way, he settles between his teammates, facing Aomine across from the ball, held by Takao. “You really think you can out-jump me?” he challenges, heat blooming inside him for the fight.
"Ahahah, just remember, this is a fun game. For fun!" Takao cheerfully butts in before anyone can say otherwise. He is definitely twitching, annoyed, and not happy about being already kicked out of the running, but maybe, just maybe, Shin-chan will win on his behalf--even if it's just for fun.
Kuroko's eyes catch Akashi's for a brief moment, just as wary as before. Can you please not is the stare that Kuroko hopes is getting through to his previous captain, but Akashi looks away, uninterested and unconcerned, and his focus is on the ball the second that it's in the air.
Of all the people to get the ball first, it's Akashi, battle of heights be damned. "They don't need to have their hands on the ball," he calmly says, and briefly catches Kagami's gaze. "Ever. Let's win this quickly, shall we?"
Shit, that’s hot.
Kagami’s breath falters for a second, and he has to remind his lungs to keep working, dammit. For the first time, for that brief moment, he’d understood what it must have been like to have Akashi as a captain, to follow his orders, to follow him into battle. It isn’t difficult to see why even forces to be reckoned with like Aomine and Midorima fall into step behind him even now.
Aomine is a black-and-brown blur in front of him, and Kagami jumps without thinking, reacting to a lightning-fast pass from Akashi to dunk in the next heartbeat. His blood surges, and he hits the ground with a shout of victory, only barely stopping himself from ripping off his shirt in a fit of testosterone. “Nine more, nine more,” he calls, giving Midorima a nod that is warily returned.
"Kurokocchi, pass to me this time!"
"Considering I don't even have the ball, Kise-kun--"
"I'm just saying, when you get it--"
Very talkative, Akashi thinks, and knows that speaks of insecurity more than anything. Kuroko is a mix flustered and unsure, and it's obvious. Hm. Who knew that would be such an easy thing to have happen.
At any rate, he's tired of listening to Kise chatter as well as get in his way. The ball ends up back in his hands in short order, and he avoids Kise's attempt to steal it with a swift pass behind his back, directly into Kagami's hands again. Akashi would be lying if he didn't think it was enjoyable to see how surprised Kagami seems every single time that it's so easy. That's how it should be, obviously.
Akashi’s passes don’t have the blistering force that Kuroko’s do. What they do have is absolute precision, to the degree that Kagami is pretty sure that if he didn’t catch them, they’d fall to the ground at his feet, not an ounce of wasted energy. It had been terrifying to play against. Like this, it’s just exciting to play with.
He sees a chance, and sees Kise and Aomine in front of him, an unbeatable wall. Instead, he darts the ball back to Akashi, and half a second later, one of Midorima’s threes sails through the net with absolute efficiency.
It might be cool to be part of such a dominating threesome, but Kagami would be lying if he said the hairs on the back of his neck weren’t standing on end from it.
Kuroko dives for the ball as it falls from the net, but it's slapped back into Akashi's palm with startlingly efficiency. Kuroko's lips purse. "Sorry," he calls to Aomine and Kise alike, the latter of which just smiles, a hand fluttering, and the former… "Aomine-kun, I'll get it to you next--"
Kuroko does not like suddenly being on the ground with Akashi passing him by. The shock of that never stops being awful, nor does it make it easier to scramble to his feet, just in time to see Akashi deliver a fluid layup right over him. "…time," he grouses, reminding himself that this is just a fun game, and not another competition that he needs to win in order to prove a point.
Aomine reaches down a hand, grasping Kuroko’s forearm to pull him to his feet. “We didn’t expect anything fucking different,” he says with a shrug, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I just don’t want to let that idiot dunk over me. Kisee, steal the damn ball already.”
The thrill of the game is getting to Kagami, and there’s a spring in his step there, making him dive and bound after the ball with every dribble. Kise swipes the ball from him, but Akashi is there, with a speed and efficiency that’s even more impressive from this side of the court.
6-3, and Kagami cracks his neck, shooting Kuroko a grin. “You’re making me work for it, huh?”
Kuroko is still frowning. "I think you're enjoying yourself too much, Kagami-kun," he bluntly says, just in time to watch another three from Midorima to be delivered to the net.
"Uggggh, Akashicchi! Come on, please, I want to at least make one shot!"
"You shouldn't be begging your opponent for a chance to have the ball," Akashi admonishes.
Kise pouts. "You're not really my opponent, you're my friend!"
Akashi stares at him, and calmly passes the ball back to Kagami. "Anyway."
Aomine does manage to knock Kagami on his ass during the next layup, enough that Kagami gets to his feet cursing, calling, “That’s definitely a foul!”
“It’s street ball,” Aomine says in disbelief, tossing a formless shot into the net.
“You fucking pushed me!”
Aomine shrugs. “You were in my way. Yo, Tetsu.” He passes the ball, then launches himself back towards the basket, trailing a newly-furious Kagami.
Kuroko's subsequent pass to Kise is interrupted courtesy of Akashi, and Kise fumes, just shy of stomping a foot. "Why? Why is it always me? Akashicchiiiiii--"
"I'm really not sure why you're whining at me, this is an actual competition," Akashi mildly says, and his next pass is tossed seamlessly to Midorima before he reaches out to tap Kagami's elbow. "Taiga. Keep a cool head, Daiki is simply being himself. In a word: annoying."
Kagami yanks up the hem of his borrowed tee, using it to wipe the sweat from his face, exposing his belly before letting it drop again. “Yeah.” He nods to Akashi, and god, it’s strange to feel like it’s so easy to be this guy’s teammate. “I won’t let him get to me.” Just have to be better. It’s a little disconcerting that Kuroko won’t look at him, but...
No, that makes sense. Kuroko, Kagami knows, is clever. He’d absolutely pretend like there was something going on with him and Aomine just to win a street ball competition, especially one against Akashi and Midorima. Fine, Kuroko. If you want to play that game, I’ll play.
It’s with a much cooler head that Kagami blocks Kise’s next pass, tossing back over his shoulder to Midorima’s next three.
“You know we’re playing by shots,” Aomine calls, “not by points, right? You’re just making it harder on yourself, Midorima!”
“Perfect form need not be sacrificed just because you’re afraid of my power,” Midorima says loftily. “This is match point for us.”
"I haven't gotten to have a single one of Kurokocchi's passes, that's the whole point of this--"
"It's not, really," Kuroko wearily says, wiping sweat from his brow. "Aomine-kun," he quietly, but firmly adds, grabbing the back of the other boy's shirt, "I don't care if we expected this, I still want to win so that it's less clear that Akashi-kun is stealing Kagami-kun from my clutches."
“Tetsu,” Aomine says wearily, with a squeeze to Kuroko’s shoulder, “it’s a little late to be possessive after your little announcement, huh? I’m going, I’m going, pass to Kisee before he pisses himself.”
He steals the ball nearly out of Midorima’s hands, makes a halfhearted attempt to pass to Kise, then ignores it, going for a dunk himself with a very satisfying slam.
At least, that was the plan. It’s always hard to plan for the ridiculous airtime that Kagami wrings out of every jump, like he’s launching off a trampoline or something. They wind up face to face, one hand on either side of the ball, snarling and yelling at each other before the ball goes flying wildly, and they both hit the ground panting, already running after it.
Just because I'm going home with you doesn't mean someone else gets him instead is what Kuroko wants to say, but admittedly, everyone is a little too distracted--himself included--for that to have the effect he'd like it to.
It's Akashi, of course, who gets the rebound against all height-logic. Kuroko dives for it as well, and Akashi sidesteps him easily, complete with enough time to pass to Midorima--who waits, knowing this play, to pass it back to Akashi the second Kise jumps for a chance to steal.
"Taiga," Akashi calls, dribbling for a split second before the ball arrives right in front of Kagami. "Get the last point!"
The scream Kagami lets out lasts the entire time he’s in the air--no small feat, for as long as he stays up there, ball firm in his hand, backed by all the power of his muscles. Even Aomine can’t fight him like this, he thinks wildly on the way from the free throw line, until he dunks with the most satisfying sound he’s heard in a long time...
...Until the hoop creaks, then breaks off in his hand.
Oops.
Kagami grimaces, then looks around. “Should we...tell someone?”
Aomine snorts. “I’m not sticking around. Let’s go, Tetsu.”
“Muro-chin, you’re gonna take me out to eat, right?”
“Takao, you’ve been avenged.”
"Shin-chan, my hero!"
"Yes, yes, Atsushi, let's go."
"…Aomine-kun, you're setting a bad example for everyone," Kuroko sighs, shedding his extra t-shirt and latching onto Aomine's elbow in spite of his complaints. "If you want to be redeemed, you'll get me a vanilla shake before we go home."
"I'll take you out for a shake, Kurokocchi--"
"You're not invited, Kise-kun."
Confirmed again. Aomine and Kuroko are definitely doing that thing that they do, and Akashi finds it eye roll worthy. He tugs of his own t-shirt, wiping his face with it, and exhales a long sigh. It had been one thing to tease Kuroko a bit and gently encourage such behavior from Kagami, but to proceed from here…
"Kagami-kun." Kuroko stares up at Kagami, all wide blue eyes. "Be careful."
“You’re really going home with him.” Kagami probably shouldn’t be as surprised as he is, but in his defense, this isn’t something he’d been prepared for. He steals a look at Aomine, currently guzzling a bottle of water before tossing it neatly into a nearby recycling can. “You’re...I’m overthinking this, right?” He grins, inviting Kuroko to laugh at him too. “You’re just going to catch up or something, right?”
Kuroko's brow furrows. "Well, yes. We are going to catch up. But we're also going to do what you're probably thinking."
"Kurokocchi," is Kise's hiss right behind him. "Don't be so blunt."
"I'm not sure why I shouldn't be, Kagami-kun is asking."
Kise's gaze is wary, and he glances between the two of them before holding his hands up in surrender. "I have no idea what the parameters are anymore here, so I'm gonna give up while I'm ahead."
"Kise-kun, you were never ahead."
"So mean!"
Kagami grabs Kuroko’s shoulder, brow furrowed as he leans in close. He tries not to notice the fact that Aomine is definitely smirking at them, while Kise looks more sorry for him. Great, he’s being pitied by Kise Ryouta. That’s not exactly a win for the day. “Did I miss something? I thought we were...I mean, you usually tell someone when you break up with them.”
Kuroko blinks back at him, slow and calm. "I'm not breaking up with you, Kagami-kun."
“Oh.” Does that make it more confusing, or less? More, Kagami decides. Definitely more. “Uh, okay. Then...” But he’s obviously still...
“Tetsu, hurry up,” Aomine calls, scratching at the back of his neck. “Your shake’s gonna melt before we get to my house anyway, and my mom’s only gone until nine.”
Kuroko ducks out from underneath Kagami's hand, but not before lurching up to place a quick kiss to his mouth. A number of heads are turned, anyway, and even if they weren't, they're clearly among those that simply don't care. "I'm going home with him and we're going to have sex," he bluntly explains further, because he's not sure if Kagami is getting it or not. "Because I like both of you. That's all. Later, Kagami-kun. Please be careful and do not let Akashi-kun have his way with you. I can tell you think he's hot."
With that, he turns away, jogging after Aomine, and Kise offers Kagami a wary smile. "Uh…Kurokocchi's a little…weird, isn't he? Haha…"
Kagami runs a hand back through his hair, mystified and a little hurt, staring after the two as Aomine unmistakably slings an arm low around Kuroko’s waist. “I mean...I’m not an idiot,” he says warily. “I knew they had a thing. Before. I didn’t know they...have a thing, present tense. Did you?”
Midorima takes this opportunity to grab his bag. “Let’s go, Takao. I don’t want to be privy to the destruction of Kagami Taiga’s irresponsible love life.”
Takao mouths the words sorry about it! before slinging his own bag over his shoulder. "Ah, yeah, let's just go out to eat, Shin-chan, my hero--"
"I might as well get going…umm…good luck, Kagamicchi," Kise unhelpfully offers, already flipping open his cellphone and backing away from the impending doom that is Akashi Seijuurou calmly pointing out:
"It's a newly reestablished thing. I just noticed it today, too."
Akashi tucks his water bottle back into his bag and tilts his head back to look up at Kagami more efficiently. "I'm not surprised Tetsuya said nothing. He tends to be like that."
It’s probably not good for Kagami to admit that he’d forgotten Akashi was there until this exact moment. It’s so easy to hang out with Kise, Midorima, even Murasakibara and Aomine--but this is the last frontier, the one that Kuroko was supposedly friends with, but that Kagami couldn’t understand. He chews on his lip, then strips off the team tee, tossing it with the rest of them. “I always felt like everyone was laughing at me for thinking we could have a thing,” he admits, not sure why he’s opening up to Akashi except that he’s the only one that hasn’t run away. “You all knew about them in Junior High, right?”
Akashi nods as he takes a seat next to his own bag again, ankles neatly crossed. "They were not subtle. Comparatively, this incident is rather covert." He pauses, thinking. "I wouldn't say that anyone was laughing at you regarding having 'a thing'--more than that, the idea of it being somewhat exclusive is probably undeniably entertaining. Tetsuya functions by his own rules, typically."
“That would have been good to know before we...fuck, it just would have been good to hear it from him up front.” Kagami snorts, laughing at himself. “I guess for him this is telling me up front. At least he told me.”
He sighs, flopping down to the bench to grab a towel out of his bag. “You all think I’m a real gate-crasher, huh?”
Akashi blinks at the term, and his head tilts to the side as he considers it. "…That's a word for it. I can't speak for everyone else, but at the time, I found you infuriating. Now, I suppose I should be grateful to you."
“I didn’t come to Japan to fix a bunch of beat-up friendships,” Kagami says idly. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring at the pavement. “Even if that’s what happened, I guess. I just came to play basketball. Then all of a sudden it’s all this weird shit, and all these alliances and betrayals and history, and you have to hear a five-hour story before every game or it won’t make sense when your teammate looks like he wants to cry because the other team’s power forward dunks over his head...”
"Mm." Akashi pauses. "How did Reo put it. Right. Tetsuya was using you to make sure that he won the break-up. I think that's the term." His expression shifts wry. "I'm not sure if this will make you feel better or worse, but I don't think you repaired a bunch of beat-up friendships, as you put it. Mostly, we all begrudgingly talk to one another again, because that's the nice thing to do, and you therefore made it much easier for those two to go back to Aomine's apartment together again."
“Fucking great,” Kagami grunts. “Way to go, Kagami Taiga. I mean, he told me he was using me to get back at Aomine. And all of you, I guess, but I always got the feeling...it was mostly him.”
He lets out a harsh breath, standing up before his joints get too stiff. “I shouldn’t be bitching to you about this, of all people.”
"I don't care." Akashi's shoulders heave in a light shrug. "You are right, of course. This was mostly all about Daiki. For what it's worth, I am still grateful to you, as an individual, not to Tetsuya and his machinations. There isn't any way that he or his team would have been able to defeat Rakuzan without you, and as much as I am loathe to admit it…that was a wakeup call I sorely needed."
He absently rubs a hand over his left eye, half-expecting it to turn golden every single time he thinks about it. "At any rate. I recommend not taking Tetsuya's indiscretions personally. He clearly favors both of you."
Kagami still isn’t entirely sure he’s comfortable with looking Akashi in the eyes. Still... “You’re not stabbing me anymore, so I guess it’s progress or something. That’s good, I guess.” He turns and looks after where Kuroko and Aomine disappeared, and shoulders his bag. “He’ll come back if he wants to. I guess I should take it as a compliment that he thinks I’d be cool with something like that. It’s either that or think he thinks I’m so lame I’d stick around no matter what, even if it’s just for Aomine’s leftovers.”
"Ah. That. I should apologize properly." Akashi frowns, rising from his own seat and picking up his bag. "You're not very Japanese," he notes bluntly. "Perhaps Tetsuya is facing the same issue I am right now. Maybe he thinks that you're enough of a foreigner that you'll be very accepting of his strange choices. Anyway, the point stands--I would apologize properly, but I'm not entirely sure if a bow of that sort would be wasted on you or not? If you don't know the difference, I don't terribly favor being on the ground, so I'll just stick with a verbal apology."
Kagami’s head tilts to the side. “For--oh, the scissors thing? Forget it.” He shrugs. “I dodged.” That’s that, as far as he’d been concerned then and as far as he’s concerned now. Huh. Maybe that’s why Kuroko thinks I’d be cool with him fucking other guys? Because I don’t stress about shit like that? Whatever. Kagami is feeling increasingly over the stress of wondering about Kuroko’s love life that doesn’t involve him, especially since thinking about him and Aomine together is ridiculously hot.
"You did," Akashi agrees, staring up at him. "But I still cut you. Bend down." There's a calm confidence to the words, as if he very much expects the order to be obeyed. With a golden eye or not, that is nothing new.
“Uh...” Kagami eyes Akashi warily. Just because he’s supposedly ‘back to his old self,’ as Kise puts it, that doesn’t mean Kagami would put it past him to decide he needs a matching scar on his left cheek. Hesitantly, he bends at the waist, in a Japanese bow that needs a lot of work.
Akashi nods to himself in approval, and reaches up, his thumb grazing over the thin line of a scar that's much easier to examine now that Kagami is leaning close. "For this," he quietly says, "I do apologize. Defeating my opponents is one thing--harming them another."
Kagami’s pulse thuds. “I can tell you think he’s hot,” Kuroko says in his memory, and Kagami tries to pretend that isn’t true, the same way he tries to pretend his skin doesn’t prickle and tingle where Akashi had touched him. “Like I said,” he mutters, throat dry, “it’s no big deal. Not like I’ve never been attacked before or anything.”
"That doesn't make it acceptable." Akashi exhales a soft breath of frustration, and he finally shrugs, giving into temptation. Well, what else is there to do? No one else is interested in hearing his apologies, or spending time with him, or they all have their own prior obligations even when he is in Tokyo, so he might as well make the best of it. "I heard what Tetsuya said. You can tell him that I 'had my way with you', if it makes you feel better about this," he says before closing the gap between them with a tilt of his head and a firm, insistent kiss.
This is the second time in recent memory that Kagami has been surprised by someone several inches shorter than him with a kiss. This does not feel like the last time.
That had been soft, surprising in that he hadn’t thought it would happen right then, subtly flavored with vanilla milkshake, rewarding like a long soak in the tub after a run in the cold.
This is different.
This is warming up so fast his skin feels like it’s full of pins and needles. This is electrifying, startling, far more invigorating than a simple kiss should be, and Kagami feels himself sit down hard on the bench. Emperor Eye? he thinks wildly--but no, it’s just the way Akashi is, apparently. He clears his throat, then says, surprising himself, “If I’m gonna tell him that...you better really do it.”
Belatedly, Akashi realizes that here, on a public court, is probably not the best place to start anything remotely like this. He rocks back onto his heels, licking at his lower lip. "All right," he says, only briefly thinking about Kuroko's sulking later before deciding he cares little. Honestly, this one he really did bring upon himself. He shifts, hiking his bag back onto his shoulder properly. "I can do that. The more I consider it, the more you resemble my type. You live close by, don't you?"
“Y-yeah.” Kagami stands, adjusting himself in what he hopes is a really discreet motion, accommodating for the fact that Akashi is fucking stunning up close, and currently (apparently) interested in doing all kinds of things to him. At the moment, Kagami’s lust-filled brain can’t think of any that he wouldn’t agree to. “Three blocks this way, we don’t even need to take a train.”
He sets off without thinking, going his own pace that will get him there in less than five minutes. Belatedly, he looks back to wait and catch up, only to find that Akashi is keeping up with him easily. Awesome.
They walk in silence for a moment before Kagami works up the courage to ask. “Was this kind of thing normal back then? You guys...switching? Swapping, whatever?”
"No." Akashi shrugs as he briefly checks the time in his phone before tucking it away again. "Daiki and Tetsuya were always together. Ryouta wanted to be a part of it, but was ignored. Shintarou and I are incompatible, but still close. Atsushi and I were closer. But he's…" His lips purse. "Busy, as well, it seems. And understandably doesn't favor me."
“Huh. Okay.” There go his shameful orgy fantasies, Kagami supposes. At least it’s a quick walk, which is all to the good when Akashi Seijuurou, Captain of the Generation of Miracles, is at his side casually recounting their love lives.
He nods at a building, and pulls out his key. “This is me.” And what the hell am I supposed to do with you now? Apologize that this isn’t a mansion?
Akashi glances upward, evaluating the building. "I don't know why I'm surprised. After hearing how many frequent trips you took back to America, I should have expected something as nice as this. Do you live alone?" If so, how utterly convenient…and how envious he is. He sighs.
“Huh? Uh, yeah. My dad’s in America most of the time. All the time, lately.” Kagami gets them inside, mentally relieved that Akashi hasn’t decided to throw some weird kind of class warfare--which he’d kind of expected. “Heh, I guess Kuroko was exaggerating. He always made it sound like you were some kind of royalty with castles and land and horses and shit,” he says with a grin, opening the door to his apartment and throwing his bag on the nearest chair.
Akashi pulls the door shut behind him, toeing off his shoes in short order. "He wasn't exaggerating," he mildly says. "I just know what a nice apartment complex looks like as well. My father owns a sizable number of them."
“....Ah.”
That kind of makes Kagami wish he’d straightened up the place first. Whatever, they’re here now, and Akashi isn’t being a dick about it, which is nice. “Fair warning, I have no idea who you are. I forgot Japan even had an Emperor until history class like, last month.”
Briefly, a mix of wry amusement and weariness flickers over Akashi's face. "I really don't care," he offers up, tossing his bag down onto the chair next to Kagami's. "It's more important to me that I'm not talking about it right now."
Kagami is about the average amount of tall that Akashi is used to, so that's good. That makes it rather easy to simply grab the front of Kagami's shirt and haul him down to an acceptable height for kissing. "You'll have bragging rights after this, though," he casually says, and lurches up the last inch to catch Kagami's lower lip in his teeth before kissing him full on the mouth again. "I'm picky."
Kagami lets out something like a grunt before his knee hits an ottoman, leaving him kneeling on the furniture to keep his back from aching. The most important thing is that Akashi doesn’t stop kissing him, and Kagami could hate that a hell of a lot more.
He leans into the bite to his lip, then lets his hands drift up, pressing against Akashi’s back and starting to slide down. It’s not like he has a lot of experience in fucking men, but that’s different than having none. “I’m pretty picky too,” he murmurs, flicking out his tongue over Akashi’s lip.
"Good."
Shoving Kagami forward and properly into a chair is a stark reminder of what a good idea this was. Kuroko will dislike him more, will sulk and fume and glare at him at every opportunity, but Akashi does note that he cares little for that, especially when Kagami's hands are satisfyingly bold enough that he has no qualms about simply climbing right into his lap. His hands drag back through the mess of Kagami's hair, and he kisses him harder, far from gentle, not when he doesn't have to be.
Ah. That’s definitely different from what Kagami is entirely sure are his few, fumbling experiences with sex compared to what Akashi’s had. This control speaks of practice, and Kagami is nothing if not willing to learn.
His back hits the back of the chair, and he slides into it easily, grabbing at Akashi and pulling him close, head tipping back to give Akashi a better angle to kiss him, more places to touch him. “You don’t--I’m strong, I’m not going to break,” he hears himself saying, and isn’t quite sure where the words are coming from, or why he’s saying something like that.
Akashi briefly pauses with those words, startled surprise reflecting clearly across his face as he sits back onto Kagami's thighs for a moment, his hands sliding down to the other boy's shoulders. "…That's my line," he says suspiciously, fairly certain this is a trap. "I know you aren't going to break, I've looked at you."
Kagami frowns, hands sliding down to Akashi’s hips to squeeze slightly. “Why would that be your line?” he counters. “Anyone can see you’re not going to break. I only meant--”
He shakes his head, rattled. “I dunno what I was thinking about. Forget it.”
"You'd be surprised what people think." Akashi's head cocks, clearly evaluating further before he leans forward again, kissing Kagami again before his mouth drags down to the side of his neck, unable to stop himself from biting. It's a guilty pleasure, and one that allows him to show off what he's done later, which he just can't resist. "You've done this all with Tetsuya before, haven't you?" he presses breathlessly. "What else?"
Kagami sucks in a hard breath, back arching at the bite to his neck as his cock suddenly throbs, the hot wet flare of pain shooting through his spine to pool low in his belly. “Ah...this,” he says, trying to put his thoughts together. “We--I mean, we--”
Fuck? Make love? Is there a way to say it that doesn’t sound either maudlin or way too crude? “We’ve had sex,” he tries. “Is that what you’re asking?”
"Mmm. Specifics? Or is that too personal?" How can anything be too personal when he's already in Kagami's lap, honestly, but some people are like that. Akashi wriggles forward all the same, a hand sliding down low between Kagami's legs, his own breath sucked in sharp and fast when Akashi palms over the hard line of his cock. "This," he bluntly says, biting again, sucking on the skin, "is nice."
“Uh...thanks?” Kagami groans, letting his legs spread for Akashi’s demanding hand, rubbing up against that firm pressure. His hands dip down to cup Akashi’s ass, which is so ridiculously sculpted that he has to nod to himself in appreciation. He tries to think, which is so much more difficult when Akashi is touching his erect cock through his pants. “I--I mean, we’ve done the stuff. Blowjobs, butt stuff--like, the whole way. Uh, you?”
Akashi exhales a sound that is most certainly more akin to sounding very, very jealous more than anything else, and his fingers curl, slowly squeezing. "I've never gone all the way. Reo refuses because I'm younger than him." He sighs, abandoning Kagami's cock for the sole purpose of helping him out of his shirt--necessary, he thinks, because being able to get his hands on such nice muscle is very deserved after today's victory. "A travesty, really. That's going to change, right now."
“I’ve--only done it a couple times,” Kagami admits, rocking forward against Akashi, squeezing and massaging at his ass. “I mean, we don’t usually do it like that. I’m always--you know. Afraid.”
"Ah….right." Kagami's hands are distracting in the best of ways, and Akashi bites down into the crook of his shoulder next as he grinds forward, his breath hiccuping at the friction even when they're still both mostly clothed. "Because Tetsuya," he lowly notes, "is remarkably delicate. Well, I'm not."
“I’m not saying it wasn’t good with him.” That’s important, and Kagami squeezes hard, looking into those strange crimson eyes. “I just--he’s not that delicate, he just gets tired and wants to stop sometimes.”
Still, this conversation is going in a pretty good direction. “So...wanna go to the bedroom?”
"Obviously," Akashi breathes, sliding his way out of Kagami's lap less gracefully than he would have liked. Hm. His legs are strangely wobbly and that's kind of nice. "Lead the way, then."
Kagami starts to get up, erection or no erection, then pauses. A few conflicting thoughts chase themselves through his mind, freed by the sudden lack of contact, and he leans forward, grabbing Akashi’s hand. “Akashi. Are you...sure we should be doing this?”
Akashi's brow furrows. "Why shouldn't we?" he returns, grabbing back at Kagami's hand and neatly attaching himself to Kagami's arm. "I want to, and you obviously seem to want to." Or you did.
“I dunno, just...how sure are you that this isn’t some kind of a prank?” The idea niggles at him, and he can’t banish it. “For all I know, you’re in on it with Kuroko and Aomine and the rest of them, testing me or something.”
Akashi isn't quite sure how Kagami would ever come to that conclusion--but then he starts thinking about it. Maybe this is a prank that he isn't in on, either. Could it be? Is this a conspiracy to make it so that he's never, ever supposed to actually have sex?
"I am the last person you need to worry about that with," he firmly says. "First of all, I've been informed that I cannot tell jokes. Second of all, I am very tired of being the last virgin of the Generation of Miracles."
“You--” Kagami’s eyes widen. “Oh. Heh. Yeah, I guess that would be kind of...lame.” Not like him, who totally lost his virginity over a month ago. Much cooler. “Wait. Even Murasakibara?”
Akashi's lips purse. "Apparently. Shintarou has the audacity to call me sheltered, I'd like to remedy that."
“We’re not dating.” Kagami’s grip tightens. “I need to make that clear. I’m--dammit, I shouldn’t be doing this just to get back at Kuroko, this is fucked up.”
He lets go of Akashi’s hand, slumping back into the chair. Now that he’s thinking of it, it’s hard not to think of Aomine’s dark hands wandering over Kuroko’s pale skin, muscle on muscle as they roll around under the blankets, the soft wet sound of lips meeting, that little gasp Kuroko always--
Kagami grits his teeth. None of this is what he’d signed up for.
Foiled? Again? Really? Akashi wonders if he's cursed. At any rate, this is annoying and frustrating and climbing his way back into Kagami's lap is the first solution he can think of. "You're obviously not doing this to get back at him," he says, grabbing Kagami's chin and forcing his head up. "This was my idea. Remember? If you're going to back out, at least have the decency to not sulk about it." He's going to get a complex about this sort of thing, he swears.
Kagami’s face tilts up, and his mouth goes dry. There’s no shaking the feeling that Kuroko is going to show up with Aomine, laughing at him and shaking their heads in disappointment that he was so weak, Kuroko looking hurt.
Then again...Akashi is on his lap.
Fuck it. Kuroko has a boyfriend, not a saint.
Kagami lurches to his feet, lifting Akashi and crossing to his bedroom in five long strides, kicking the door shut behind him. “You’re right. I’m doing this because I want to. And you’re really hot.”
This is a much more acceptable reaction…and against all logical sense, being picked up by someone tall and very strong does do it for him. "I am, aren't I," Akashi says, quite satisfied to hear that. His fingers yank at Kagami's hair, his mouth on his neck once more. "Everyone else is missing out," he mutters. "On both of us."
Kagami snorts, and yanks at the waistband of Akashi’s basketball shorts, tossing them back over his shoulder. “I’ve been trying to tell everyone that for years.” His hand slides up Akashi’s thigh, curling around his cock, and the noise he lets out is more of a reverent gasp than anything. To hell with it, Kagami does love cock.
Akashi arches with a hiss of breath, his teeth nipping into Kagami's skin and leaving yet another mark amongst the few that he already has scattered there. "Don't--touch it too much, I'm easy," he warns, because at least he knows that about himself, thank you, Mibuchi Reo. Releasing Kagami as he wriggles back down into the bed is ideal, because ripping off his own shirt and grabbing for Kagami's shorts is definitely all part of the game plan now. "What about you?" he lowly presses, eyes alight and eager. "Are you going to come the second I let you put it in, or are you going to behave yourself?"
It takes Kagami a second to think, to think about what he knows about himself, and to apply it to the current situation. It’s a lot harder than he’d planned when he’s extremely distracted by getting his own clothes off, especially when there’s a dick in his hand that isn’t his own. “Uh...I think I’m okay as far as that goes? I mean, never had a complaint or anything.” Except Kagami-kun, you’re definitely squishing me, please roll over.
"Good." Which is exactly why Akashi has no qualms about grabbing for Kagami's dick again, his hand on actual skin this time, because like hell he's going to let Kagami have second thoughts again. Akashi can, at least, say that he's done this before, even if Mibuchi has always been so obnoxious about letting it go any further. "Obviously, I'll defer to your experience this once."
Okay, that’s kind of cool. Kagami would be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea of having Akashi defer to his experience or whatever, even if that does put a substantial amount of pressure on him. “Turn over,” he says quietly, big hands on Akashi’s hips helping him, arranging him onto all fours. He rolls off the bed, pulling out a box underneath that he keeps forgetting to lock (just in case his dad shows up and gets curious), pulling out a couple condoms and an industrial-sized pump-bottle of lube. “You sure you like anal? If you don’t, it’s cool.”
"I have money and live in a dorm room far away from my family, I know very much what I like," Akashi sniffs, not entirely pleased about being arranged this way, but tolerating it, just for this moment. He settles down onto his elbows, blowing a strand of his hair out of his face. "I'm not even sure why this has to be the end-all, be-all, but most upperclassmen that I know seem to blanch at the idea of doing this with someone younger. I hate that."
Kagami privately thinks--no, he publicly thinks it, because what good is keeping a civil tongue in his head when it comes to Akashi? “They’re probably just scared of you and looking for an excuse.” He thinks of Himuro, and snorts. “I know none of my upperclassmen ever had an issue with that kind of thing.”
"I assumed as much, but…ugh. I don't think so, not in some cases…" Akashi twists partially back, pawing at one of Kagami's arms. "Either way, you're not scared of me, so let's do this."
Kagami laughs, and squirts a liberal dollop of lube into the cleft of Akashi’s ass, letting it drip down over his hole. He sits back on his knees, slicking up his fingers, and can’t resist bringing his other hand up to stroke over Akashi’s cock, lips parting in eagerness. “You have a nice cock,” he murmurs, and slides a finger into his tight hole.
It probably shouldn't be so satisfying to have someone else do it for a change, but it is. Akashi shudders, his knees planting more firmly into the bed as he wriggles back, sighing out a breath when that makes that finger slide deeper into him. His cock twitches against Kagami's fingers, harder still. "And you," he groans, pressing one flushed cheek down to the sheets, "have nice hands. K…keep going."
“Not like I’m gonna stop now,” Kagami mutters, rebellious about continuing when he’s ordered to, even if he would have kept going nonetheless. Still, watching Akashi’s back arch, his breath catch, his skin flush, feeling him twitch around him...that’s more than enough to entice him along. He slides in a second finger, pulling on Akashi’s cock with every careful thrust inside. “You don’t feel like a virgin,” he teases. “You get a lot of practice with that stick up your ass?”
Akashi swings a hand back in a half-hearted attempt to hit at him, but it's not very effective, and he doesn't care, besides. Right. Kagami's fingers are much bigger than his own, and two of them is getting fairly close to that nice vibrator stashed in the deepest, darkest corner of his dorm room. Good. Perfect. "I'm going to make you be my step-stool later," he grinds out, which is certainly not threatening when he's out of breath and Kagami's hand on his cock is another level of distracting.
“Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises.” Kagami slides in a third finger, and swipes the palm of his hand over the head of Akashi’s cock, coming away slick and wet. He can’t quite resist bringing it to his mouth, or the low, feral noise that comes out of his mouth when he licks it. God, I’m such a damn homo. “Gonna--make sure you’re taken care of first.”
It's the third finger that makes his knees weak and his legs wobble, and Akashi hears himself panting low and fast more than he really registers that it's him. He squirms back, his face half-buried into one arm, one hand clawing into the sheets as he arches back. "Take care of me by putting your dick in me," he rasps out. "I'm ready, your fingers aren't enough--"
“God, maybe those guys won’t fuck you because you’re so pushy.” Kagami pulls out his fingers, reluctantly letting go of Akashi’s cock as well before raising up onto his knees behind Akashi. He grabs a condom, rolling it slowly onto his cock before adding more lube. “How do you...I mean, choose a position you’re gonna be comfortable in, okay?”
"Most people like it when I'm pushy," Akashi defensively mutters, and he twists around, flopping onto his back, and immediately grabbing for Kagami. "I like being able to feel how much heavier you are," he says without hesitation.
Kagami mutters something that sounds suspiciously like size kink, then lets himself be tugged down, covering Akashi’s body with his own. It still feels a little wrong--there should be blue eyes, not red--the shoulders are too muscled--the hands that reach for him are precise and measured, not eager and a little flustered--but it feels kind of fantastic, too.
He reaches down, nuzzling under Akashi’s ear and pressing a slow, sucking kiss to the flesh there, then settles between Akashi’s legs, making room for himself. He starts to nibble, then reaches down to guide his cock, bringing it up to Akashi’s slick hole. “I’m, uh, coming in.”
From everything that anyone has ever told him, sex for the first time is supposed to be unenjoyable and awful and Akashi has been braced for that.
Fortunately, they are wrong. Mostly.
A real, hard cock is different than fingers or any toy and that's both excellent and a little daunting--but only a little. It's the first press that takes his breath away and makes him hiss and squirm, makes his fingers dig into Kagami's shoulders as his legs shake hard.
When the head finally pops inside, it's easier, and Akashi's thighs squeeze tight against Kagami's waist, his fingers dragging down to his upper arms, his head falling back as a rush of breath leaves his lungs. "Good--it's good--"
“You feel damn good yourself,” Kagami breathes, struggling to keep himself under control. He fails initially, dragging Akashi down onto his cock with a sudden snap and a grunt of surprise. “Shit, sorry--that’s most of it, you okay?”
He kisses the top of Akashi’s head, running hands up and down his torso in silent apology, trying to coax him back to pleasure before he starts thrusting.
A few logical deductions make it very, very clear that Kagami is used to having to apologize for being that fast, or that rough, or--whatever.
Akashi is having none of it. The second most of Kagami's cock shoves inside of him, his spine feels like it's melting out from under him in the best way possible, and his hands are like vices against the other boy's back, clinging and grabbing as he arches down for that last couple of inches. "I'm--very fine," Akashi groans, grabbing for one of Kagami's hands, shoving it down to where he can touch his cock and feel exactly how hard he is still, dripping over his own stomach. "I told you--you have a nice cock, this proves it."
“O-oh.” That’s nice, for sure. Kagami’s hand curls around Akashi’s thick cock, stroking and rubbing over the hard flesh with every breath he takes. That’s nice too, though not as nice as the way it feels to slide deep into Akashi, feeling him shove down and demand even more cock.
He grunts, hips slapping up when he finally gives in to his instincts, turning to place a hard, sweet bite on the curve of Akashi’s ear. “You know,” he whispers with a hard thrust, “you look fucking gorgeous like this.”
Akashi shudders. His breath catches up easily in his chest when Kagami's cock is so, so far in him, and he loves that, even if his legs are a shaky, trembling mess when they're not squeezing tightly to Kagami's waist or hips or wherever he can get them to fasten to when he's thinking about it.
Thinking, admittedly, is easier said than done, and that's the whole point.
It feels about like he thought it would, far better than his own hand or a toy that barely gets him off, and getting his teeth into Kagami's neck or shoulder when he can makes it a lot easier to writhe down and ride every thrust, his body squeezing tight around that hard, thick cock. Getting fucked by Kagami Taiga, apparently, feels rather akin to riding a wild animal. He could get used to that.
Kagami’s hands slide down Akashi’s sides, down to squeeze and lift his ass, angling him better for every rhythmic thrust. His breath comes in harsh pants, and he yanks Akashi down into each pump of his hips, filling him as full as possible every time he moves. He looks down, and almost loses it. At this angle, it’s easy to see his cock shoving into that slick hole stretched around him, a sight so obscene he can hardly stand it.
It feels startlingly good to fuck Akashi, to sink deep into him and get nothing but a delighted groan, to feel sharp teeth nipping at his flesh, hands clutching him to drag him deeper. “Y-you sure you’ve never done this before?” he pants, slamming in to the root, wanting Akashi to feel all of him.
Belatedly, Akashi thinks to clamp a hand over his own mouth--but it doesn't do any damned good to keep his voice down when that last thrust makes his entire body feel like it's been shoved around and stuffed so, so full. "Taking that as a compliment," he gasps out, getting his hands embedded into Kagami's shoulders instead, clawing against his back and arching his own to better grind down and hear the sticky, slick slap of their skin against one another. "You--have such a nice cock--god--"
He did warn Kagami that he's easy, and Akashi briefly marvels that it's taken this long. He doesn't last past another thrust, however, because the way that Kagami grabs his ass and yanks him around and fucks him hard is exactly what he wants, and makes his mind blissfully shut up. Akashi's teeth sink into the other boy's shoulder as he comes with a broken, breathless whine, spilling messily over his own stomach.
Akashi sounds finished, and Kagami exhales deeply. Then he shifts, spreading his knees wider on the bed, pinning Akashi’s knees down as far apart as they’ll go. “You okay for me to finish in here?” he asks, tugging the condom at the base to keep it from scooting up his thick length. “I can pull out...”
Even as shaky as he is, Akashi grabs hard at Kagami's arm the second he says that. "Don't," he breathlessly manages, his eyes flashing through his lashes, "you dare. I like it when you fuck me hard, so finish like that." Saying something like that--his father would kill him, Midorima would probably high-five him, and Mibuchi would be on the floor half-dead. Good.
“You asked for it.” It’s probably not the nicest thing Kagami has ever said. Right now, with Akashi sucking him in, looking up dazed and fucked out, it hardly seems to matter.
Kagami rests half of his weight on his hands, on Akashi’s knees, all the better to hold him spread out and open. He hunches over, hips pistoning slow and hard at first, then faster and faster, until the rough slap of skin on skin fills the air, and sweat starts to drip from Kagami’s face. It’s harder than he’s ever fucked anyone, and the brutal pace makes him surge, draws out the hunger in him, and the sound ripped from his lungs is wild, uncontrolled when he finally tips over the edge. Akashi has to be hurting, but Kagami couldn’t hear it even if he talked, can only hear the roar of blood in his ears, the jackhammer of his heart. His body nearly convulses as he fucks his release into Akashi’s willing body, flooding the condom with a last brutal thrust.
The intense, incredible stillness afterwards makes even Akashi's own breathing seem too loud, and he swallows hard, slowly sinking down into the bed, every single muscle feeling like some oddly twitching, trembling mess.
It's not too far from how he feels after a particularly long, arduous game, but…those are definitely some different muscles that hurt.
His thighs, definitely, are of the mind to twitch and spasm, but Akashi ignores that in favor of reaching up, grabbing Kagami's face and hauling him down for a hard, wet kiss. That's better than verbal praise, probably, especially when talking sounds so difficult.
A kiss is just about the mental capacity Kagami has left after that orgasm. His mouth opens, letting Akashi in, moaning as even the play of tongue against lips is enough to set his nerves alight again. Slowly, he unclenches his hands, letting Akashi’s knees free when his arms come up to wrap around Akashi’s back.
God, Akashi’s a sinfully good kisser.
When Akashi eventually does draw back, it's not neatly, but with a sticky mess of saliva connecting their lips that he breaks with a flick of his tongue. "Judging by your reactions," he murmurs, flopping back slightly, "Reo did well in teaching me. I'm glad."
“I get the feeling you were kind of a natural,” Kagami murmurs, bringing up a hand to cup Akashi’s face, thumb stroking over his cheekbone.
Not how he’d intended to spend his afternoon, perhaps, but at least Kagami doesn’t feel like he’s especially losing out on too much, not with the way Akashi is being so oddly gentle, oddly accommodating. “So. This is the real Akashi Seijuurou, huh?”
Akashi blinks up at him slowly, and shrugs. "More or less. I wasn't myself, before."
He shifts, gingerly, and gives Kagami's chest a soft tap. "Would you mind pulling out now? It still feels sort of good, but I'm almost afraid we're going to get stuck like this…"
“Sorry, yeah.” Kagami is only just starting to go soft, and he pulls out with a grimace, sliding off the condom and tossing it into the nearby trash can. A second later, he sighs. “I definitely forgot to tie that off. Shit.”
"Condoms always seem so annoying," Akashi complains, and he carefully rolls, stretching out on Kagami's bed and testing exactly how sore he is. Not as much as he expected--at least, right now--so that's nice. He grabs for Kagami, and promptly buries his way into his chest. "You're very warm."
“It’s in the name, I’ve been told,” Kagami says, wrapping an arm around Akashi. This...this is the weird part. Hell, it almost feels like they’re dating, as weird as that idea is. Still, even though they aren’t, that doesn’t mean they can’t have a snuggle. Aomine is definitely going to snuggle Kuroko tonight. If that thought makes Kagami’s arm a little tighter, well, he’s only human.
"You can kick me out whenever you want," Akashi says, barely swallowing down a yawn, and certainly makes no attempt to pull away. If anything, he snuggles a bit closer. "I have no idea what the etiquette is for this sort of thing."
“Me neither,” Kagami admits. “I mean, I’ve only done this kind of thing with a couple other guys.” Without moving too much, he manages to get the corner of one blanket free and throws it over both of them, proof against the winter chill that somehow seeps in even with the heat on.
"Mmn…none of my business, but--" He'll ask anyway. "Tetsuya obviously--and who else?"
If he weren’t sleepy and content already, Kagami probably wouldn’t answer. As it is, he yawns, thumb stroking over Akashi’s shoulder. “Tatsuya. Uh, Himuro, who goes to Yosen. I mean, not all the way, but we did some stuff.” He’d given his first inexpert blowjob, and Himuro had patted his head and come on his face before cuddling with him. Then he’d whispered, “I don’t really date, you know, Taiga,” and leaving after an hour.
Akashi twitches a little at the mention of that name, but doesn't move. "I don't think I particularly like him," he murmurs, his face half-buried into Kagami's neck, because that seems like a very comfortable face for it to be. "He's not as kind as he likes everyone to think he is."
“Nah...he’s really not.” At least he’s old enough that he can admit that now. “I mean, he’s like my brother. I still love him. But he just gets these weird ideas in his head, and they get really selfish sometimes.” His other arm steals low around Akashi’s waist, tugging him close. Apparently that’s just his life now.
Well, at least his first impression wasn't wrong…although Akashi nearly wishes it was. This is a rare occasion when it's much better to be wrong and to have poor snap judgement. His mouth twists, and he squishes himself against Kagami a bit more. "It's good to know that I need to check on Atsushi more frequently, then."
“Who--oh, Murasakibara?” Kagami snorts. “I dunno. He seems like he can take care of hims...” Memory flashes of Himuro punching Murasakibara in the face during their match, and he stops talking. “I dunno. I thought his idiot act was mostly just for show.”
"It is. That doesn't mean he doesn't need to be properly taken care of." Ahh, now he's restless just thinking about it. Akashi shifts, carefully unwinding himself from Kagami. "I'm just going to go grab my phone from the other room," he says, gingerly sliding off of the bed. "Do you need anything?"
“Oh.” Kagami sighs, stretching out. Probably wasn’t the best source of conversation. “Wanna grab me a Pocari from the fridge? If you need to go somewhere I can give you directions.”
"I don't need to go anywhere, I just need to make sure no one is looking for me."
Akashi disappears from the bedroom, and is only gone a minute or two. He shuts the door as he returns, a Pocari and his cellphone in hand, but most notably, he's draped in Kagami's previously discarded t-shirt, because logically, it's cold and this is a very quick way to be warm and draped with minimal dressing required. "Here," he lightly offers, hopping back onto the bed and passing the drink over. "Did Tetsuya say when you should be expecting him over, if at all? If so, I should probably leave beforehand to avoid anything awkward, but otherwise, I'm in no hurry."
To: Mibuchi Reo
From: Akashi Seijuurou
Subject: Still in Tokyo, but
If my so-called purity was the issue, that is properly settled now.
Less than five seconds later, his phone predictably rings. Akashi, sort of vaguely amused, answers. "Yes?"
Mibuchi Reo’s voice is on the verge of panic, laced with a delicate thread of tears that threatens to turn into a wail at any time. “Sei-chan! This is horrible! Was it a molester? No, Sei-chan is too powerful to be taken advantage of like that--ahhhh, noooo, Sei-chan, you’ve compromised your virtue! For me? I’ll shatter!! Are you all right? Were they good to you? Nee-san will kill them if they weren’t!”
This is followed by several heavy breaths, and a few mutterings of, “Leave me alone, Hayama, I am calm.”
"So was it a matter of purity? Because now I'm thoroughly sullied." Mibuchi is very easy to push the buttons of, and Akashi does like that. He probably should feel worse about riling him up like this, but then again, Mibuchi is the one that refused him for all of those months. He flops back over Kagami's bed, blinking up at the ceiling. "Which is a fairly good way to be, I think."
Kagami twists the top off of his Pocari, amused at the one-sided conversation more than he probably should be. He slides an arm around Akashi’s shoulders, deciding to cherish the time they do have together.
“Sei-chan, you got it all wrong! First of all, Sei-chan will always be pure of heart, and pure to me. Secondly, it’s a matter of impropriety! It would be wrong to take advantage of my sweet little kohai!! Sei-chan, you didn’t just think I was making up stupid rules to keep us apart, did you? Nee-san loves you, you shouldn’t be letting people who don’t treat you right lay their hands on you!”
Half-way through that rant, Akashi calmly puts Mibuchi onto speakerphone, and sets the phone down onto the bed to better nestle his way up against Kagami. "You're the one that refused me for so long," he mildly points out. "I have needs. I never saw anything wrong about that. We've discussed this."
Reo huffs and spits and whines for a few seconds, then goes entirely quiet. After a moment, he speaks in his normal voice, a few octaves lower. “Sei-chan. Please tell me you’re all right.”
"Do I sound like I'm not all right?" Akashi heaves a sigh, and calmly steals the Pocari out of Kagami's grasp to take a sip. "I'm fine. Do you want to know who it was?"
“You’re just trying to make Nee-san fly into a jealous rage,” Mibuchi sighs. “Did you use a condom? And lots of lube? Did you prep first like I showed you?”
Kagami side-eyes the phone, then deliberately leans over and sucks on Akashi’s bottom lip, stealing the Pocari back.
"Ah…………yes."
Distracted. That is his current state. "He was very good," Akashi lightly offers up. "Taller than you, sorry. I have a type."
“You’re not going to distract me, Sei-chan. I’m not going to fall victim to your wiles!” There’s a pause. Then, “How much taller?”
Kagami takes advantage of Akashi’s distracted state, working his way down to Akashi’s chest with a smirk, trailing his tongue down the indent of his belly, feeling his nose brush soft curls.
Ah. This is happening. And…nice. It's nice. Akashi's breath hitches and he subsequently flops backwards onto his elbows, half-heartedly grabbing for his phone. He probably should end this call. Probably. "Just a couple of centimeters," he breathes. "But it makes a difference. And he's very…" His hand skims over Kagami's shoulders, fingers dragging over hard muscle. "Broad. Which you know I also like."
“Sei-chan...this sounds suspiciously like reminiscing.”
Kagami bends further, pressing a soft wet kiss to the inside of one strong thigh, licking a stripe where the leg meets torso, tasting sweat and salt and skin heavy on his tongue.
“Sei-chan...hmm, what else was he like? Tell Nee-san a story.” The voice has changed a little to something lower, more curious, and Kagami can only think of heavy-lidded eyes.
"You're sure you don't want a face to go along with this? Or does that ruin it?" Akashi murmurs, his hand dragging up through Kagami's hair now, slowly kneading along his scalp. His skin twitches underneath that tongue, his breath hiccuping a little. "Because he's very strong and warm, and has lovely hands. He's good with them, he proved that."
Mibuchi’s voice trails downward into something like a purr, and there’s a shifting of fabric on the other end of the line. “Sei-chan...did you like it? When he used his hands? If he’s tall, I bet they’re big, aren’t they?”
Kagami splays his hands out on Akashi’s thighs, then dips down, sucking the head of Akashi’s half-hard cock into his mouth.
"Uh--huh." Akashi's voice goes up at the end, breaking a little when Kagami's lips close over his cock. He sucks in a sharper breath, hiking up his borrowed shirt up further, and licks his lips as he watches Kagami work, his cock twitching to life again with just another lap of Kagami's tongue. "They're really big. Still--he managed to fit three fingers inside of me."
“I bet that’s not all he put in there,” Mibuchi breathes. He sets down the phone for a moment, then picks it up again with a click. “Is he in you now, Sei-chan? Is he really big?”
Kagami reaches up and takes one of Akashi’s hands, bringing it to rest on the top of his own head. Then he slowly curls his tongue around the head, sucking softly, fitting more of the length into his mouth. If there’s one thing he’s mildly sure he’s decent at in bed, it’s this.
"N…not right now, but he's--definitely…very…" Right, multi-tasking. He is a star at that. At least, that's what Akashi attempts to remind himself of, which is easier said than done when Kagami's mouth is on his dick and doing some very, very nice things. His fingers twitch and tug at his hair, his breath hitching hard. It takes effort not to pull too hard or shove his hips up, because Kagami's mouth is as hot as the rest of him, and feels so good like this. "He's very big. More than those fingers--but it felt as good as I always thought it would, when he fucked me." Let that sink in for awhile and maybe you'll finally do it later.
There’s a muffled groan from the other end of the line, and a few labored breaths. “Sei-chan is so naughty now that he’s not a virgin,” Mibuchi whispers. “You’re going to put my determination to the test, hmm? Was he a good boy, or are you all messy?”
Kagami pulls off gently, then drags his lips down to the base, carefully taking Akashi’s balls in his mouth, sucking on them for a long moment. When he pulls off, he replaces his mouth with his hand, rubbing over the slick skin as he takes that thick cock back into his mouth with a soft moan, feeling the head slide past his lips.
So this is overstimulation to the fullest. Go figure it would be like this, with the idiot that defeated him, and the idiot that won't just put it in him. Akashi groans, his fingers clenching into Kagami's hair, his hips twitching up on their own accord to rub his cock even more against that perfect tongue. "It's--he was good, but no promises on how long that'll last," he huffs out. "Or maybe I should save that for you?"
“Sei-chan, you’re going to kill me,” Mibuchi says raggedly, and there are definitely distinctive rhythmic rubbing noises coming from the other end now. “I--dammit, if you say we can take it slow, fine, fine, I give.”
Kagami wriggles his tongue along the underside of Akashi’s cock, flicking the tip just at the catch of the widest part of the head, moving forward to let it slide deeper into his mouth, along with the tug on his hair.
"Define slow." There's nothing slow about this, because at this rate, he's going to come again in just a few seconds. Akashi's breath stutters and he briefly jerks his gaze away and up to the ceiling, swallowing hard to try and piece himself together when he's basically already a squirming mess underneath Kagami's tongue and is clinging to his hair with both hands. "I--god, if you don't let me on your cock the second I'm back in Kyoto," he pants out, all bets on his filter off when his cock slides just deep enough that the head of it bumps and rubs against the back of Kagami's throat.
There’s a sudden low groan, then several heavy pants from the other side of the phone. A moment later, Mibuchi’s pleased voice murmurs, “You win, Sei-chan. Let the boy breathe at least.”
Kagami swallows around Akashi’s cock, trying not to gag or choke and failing a bit, but no less determined for all of that. His eyes are watering freely, and he knows he’s making appallingly messy noises, saliva running down the sides of Akashi’s cock mixed with salty-bitter fluid already. Kagami doesn’t pull away--not that he could, with those hands on his head--and tries to relax, even as Akashi is forcing himself down his throat.
Admittedly, Akashi doesn't last long enough to really hear that he's won, but he assumes that he does, anyway. His pulse is thudding loud and hard in his ears as he spills down Kagami's throat, still clinging to his hair. If he wasn't a shaky, breathless mess before, he is now, with the muscles even in his calves trembling courtesy of how tightly his toes are curled. "S…sorry," he pants out, briefly forgetting about the phone call. "Ah--I got carried away. Taiga, I did not expect you to be so good at that, are you all right?"
Only now do Kagami’s cheeks start burning, even if there’s a satisfied look on his tear-stained face. He wipes his mouth and chin, jerking his head towards the phone. “Oi, don’t say my name.”
“Taiga? Kagami Taiga? Sei-chan, your taste--”
"Oops," Akashi says, rather unconcerned, and languidly melts into the bed. "Reo, be nice. I think I have good taste. He has a very nice…everything."
“I was going to say that it’s improved since Junior High,” Mibuchi says with a tinkling laugh. “Text me when you’re getting home, won’t you? I’ll pick you up from the station and we can have a nice long chat.”
Kagami lays his cheek on one of Akashi’s thighs, smiling to himself. At least he doubts anyone Akashi likes that much would have a loose tongue about him.
"Mm. I'm looking forward to it. Good bye, Reo." Akashi ends the call with a sigh, and resumes petting Kagami's hair. "He won't mention it," he says to the question that's floating around. "He might send you flowers, though. I think he's quite pleased that such a 'responsibility' has been lifted from his shoulders."
“I’m not, like, that worried,” Kagami admits. “I just don’t want to get kicked off the team or anything. As long as no one catches me at school, I don’t care that much.”
He nuzzles into the top of Akashi’s thigh, giving the skin a little kiss. “You’re really into him, huh?”
Akashi shivers slowly, and warns his body to calm down already. Honestly. He doesn't need that much testosterone or that much of a sex drive, it's just inconvenient. "I suppose I am," he admits eventually. "He…how to put it. He's been tolerant of me, even when I was not myself. Reo is a very sweet person."
“A sweet person who seems like he’s coming around to the idea of doing his underclassman,” Kagami remarks pointedly. “That’s good, right? God, he’s lucky. You have a great dick.”
"He just has a sempai complex," Akashi says without batting an eye. "So inconvenient, but hopefully this has remedied that. And thank you, so do you. Tetsuya is lucky."
Kagami huffs out a breath, hands massaging Akashi’s thighs. “You’re hinting this is just a one-time thing, right? You got the one you’re really waiting for.”
Akashi blinks down at him, shrugging lightly. "I don't see why it just has to be a one-time thing. Obviously, I currently live in Kyoto, so it's not going to be a frequent thing, but I'm not ruling out anything else that could happen…"
Kagami blinks. “Yeah?” At least that’s something to have in his back pocket if Kuroko decides that Aomine’s dick is simply too bomb. “Next time bring him along. Sounds like he’d be into that, don’t you think?”
"Maybe? He obviously didn't mind it over the phone. I'll have to ask." Akashi sits back, contemplative. "I wonder what his type is. I always thought he was into the prince type, because he's obsessed with the fact that I have a white horse."
“You--never mind. Of course you do.” Kagami heaves himself up, squirming up next to Akashi. “Unless he’s a virgin, which I kind of doubt, he’s got to have done someone else. And at the risk of giving you a compliment, there aren’t a lot of guys like you.”
"I think he dates women. Or has dated women. I'm not sure." Akashi flops to the side, leaning against Kagami's shoulder. "I've been told I'm an outlier before, but I'm willing to accept the issues that come with that. You, on the other hand, seem much more well-adjusted than I thought. Tetsuya needs to realize that Daiki is in poor taste, you're vastly superior."
Kagami’s chest puffs up a little at that, he must admit. “Wait...what did you think of me before? That I was another repressed basket case like the rest of you Japanese?”
"No. That you were a complete and utter hot-headed idiot that was basically an Americanized version of Daiki." Akashi's head cocks. "I'm not repressed. I'm very well aware of what I want. Shintarou is the repressed one, compare and contrast."
“Pretty sure he gets laid a lot more, though,” Kagami points out. “But point taken, yeah.”
He flops onto his back, and sighs. “I think Kuroko saw me as the American knockoff brand Aomine for a while. Kinda thought we were over it, though.”
"Tetsuya is greedy," Akashi says matter-of-factly, sliding down onto the bed next to Kagami. "This is fairly par for the course. Also, the difference between Shintarou and I is taste. It's not hard to have sex with someone like Takao Kazunari."
Kagami shrugs. “He’s hot. I’d do him.” Probably too blunt and to-the-point for someone like Akashi who practically oozes class, but Kagami can’t find it in himself to care right now.
Akashi flops onto his stomach, and his feet kick slowly back and forth. "Too slutty. And loud."
Kagami takes the opportunity to roll over on top of him, letting him feel the half-erection left over from having a cock in his mouth. “I don’t mind slutty,” he murmurs, nibbling at Akashi’s neck. “And loud is good in some places.”
"Then he's all yours," Akashi dryly retorts, tilting his head to the side in short order as he settles down quite contently underneath Kagami's weight. "Then again, I suppose Shintarou would think I'm really classless for enjoying your company…"
“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure everyone is gonna think you’re just slumming it. That’s what rich guys do, right?” Kagami teases, rocking his hips gently, more because it feels good than because he’s trying to accomplish anything.
"…Further definition is required," Akashi warily replies, and he paws absently for his phone, more to make sure it doesn't get tossed to the floor in the midst of all of this than anything. "I don't know what Tetsuya has told you, but I, personally, don't make a habit of flaunting my family's wealth."
“Slumming it,” Kagami repeats, somewhat in disbelief, then tries to think of a better translation into Japanese. “Uh...when rich guys head to the bad parts of town and wreck them up because they can. Or have sex with poor people because they know they can get away with it. That kind of thing. Having fun and making your parents mad at the same time.”
"Oh. No. I never do anything like that, my father would kill me." Akashi tilts his head back to look at him. "Also, you're not poor. Obviously."
“Compared to you, isn’t everyone?”
"I…yes? Probably? That has been suggested to me in the past."
Kagami barks out a laugh, and slides up again, cock rubbing at the back of Akashi’s thigh. “So, are you going to make me do all the work here?”
"You could be more forceful and just put me where you want me, you know," Akashi grouses, and he half-heartedly squirms, kicking at one of Kagami's legs. "Perhaps Tetsuya doesn't like being manhandled, but I'm a different species."
Kagami rolls over onto his back, raising one eyebrow in challenge. “Maybe I want you to take initiative. You could manhandle me for a chance.”
Akashi snorts at that and sits up, shaking out his hair from his face. "Now who's the pushy one?" he archly tosses back.
“The one who didn’t get his dick sucked,” Kagami counters, and shifts his legs apart, reaching down to wrap a hand around himself and give it a few long pulls. “Can you blame me?”
"You're the one that decided that was necessary while I was making a phone call. I have little sympathy, even if it was good." Akashi's lips twitch in amusement, and he moves, dropping himself down neatly into seiza between Kagami's legs. A few extra, odd muscles twitch, but that's easy enough to ignore. "So. Do you want me to return the favor, or…"
Kagami gives his hand a twist at the end, sighing as his head tips back. “Whatever you want. I, uh...I know how it is. To want to try stuff with guys and not have anyone who’ll do you.” Those had been some long years alone with his hand and his fantasies, that’s for sure. “If there’s something you wanna try before you try it on him, go ahead.”
"It's not like we haven't done a number of other things…" Akashi trails off contemplatively, watching the stroke of Kagami's hand with lidded eyes, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "But he hasn't ever let me give him head. Will you teach me? You're obviously quite…experienced."
Nice, faked the hell out of it.
Kagami sits up on his elbows, then grabs a few pillows, propping himself up so he can better see what’s about to happen. “Yeah, sure. What’s your gag reflex like? That’s gonna change how you do it.”
Akashi thinks about it, and finally says, somewhat apologetically: "…Seaweed tends to be all that it takes to make me gag, does that count."
“Why...would you even bring that up...?” Kagami squints. “It’s not like I’m putting seaweed on my penis. Okay, get comfortable, you’re gonna be down there for a while. Then, uh, put your mouth on it. No teeth.”
The teeth comment is obvious and unnecessary common sense as far as Akashi is concerned, and he is also very sure that this isn't a complete manual. Needs must, and if he's going to be as 'sullied' as he claimed, he needs to at least be able to do this properly so that the mere thought of it is enough to make Mibuchi toss him into a wall.
With a light sigh, he bends, planting a hand against the bed as his other hand curls around Kagami's cock. Akashi's first lick to the tip is tentative--it could taste worse, could taste better, whatever. The point is, he can already feel Kagami twitch in his grasp, especially when he fits his lips around the head of his cock.
“S-sorry about the condom taste,” Kagami breathes, relaxing back against the pillows. “There’s, uh, flavored lube in the box under the bed if...ahh, if you want.”
It’s only his second blowjob, if he’s being honest, and Akashi’s mouth is evidently better suited to the task than Kuroko’s. “It’s f-fine if you can only take the head in your mouth--just use your hand on the rest of it, it’ll feel really good.”
"It's fine, I don't mind it."
Akashi can barely taste the condom at all after a few swipes of his tongue. It's mostly just bitter and masculine, and he'd be a liar to say that didn't make him shiver. His fingers gently squeeze at the base of Kagami's cock, his tongue dragging a hot, wet swipe along the vein that runs up the underside. Kagami's cock is thick enough that it's annoying to fit it in his mouth…but that, too, is something of a turn-on. There's a screw loose in his head, somewhere. Probably.
"You can grab at my hair, if you want," Akashi murmurs, glancing up briefly underneath his lashes. "Just don't get as gung-ho about it as I did," he wryly adds, and the next bob of his head helps his mouth slide past the head, just enough that that thick cock slides over his tongue, dripping enough that Akashi has to swallow with a low groan.
“Rather just lay back and enjoy it, honestly,” Kagami says with a smile. He rests back onto his elbows and the pillows, letting his legs splay out on either side of Akashi. It feels unbelievably good on his cock, hot and wet and velvet-smooth, sliding over the head and engulfing it.
“You--yeah, that’s really good.” Kagami sighs, and grits his teeth, trying to keep his hips still. “You can be rougher with your hand. Most guys like that.”
Judging by the way that Akashi can see and feel Kagami's muscles twitch and bunch, he must be doing at least a few things correctly. The moment that he takes Kagami's advice, tightening and squeezing his fingers for the next, rougher stroke of his palm, he can feel the way that Kagami's hips twitch up all the more.
Akashi exhales a soft breath through his nose, following that twitch of Kagami's hips, swallowing as much of that thick, heavy cock as he can. His gag reflex is destined to get in the way, he supposes--but it's easier than he thought it would be when he focuses and swallows and coaxes Kagami's cock down as far as he can before pulling off with a slow, sticky pop, his tongue still darting out to lave over the very tip again.
Kagami forces his hips down, forcing back a whimper at the slick drag of Akashi’s mouth on his cock, determined not to start thrusting. He vaguely remembers how casual Himuro had been about this--had sat on the side of the bed, as still and patient as if he were watching a cooking show on tv, occasionally petting his head as Kagami had sucked--and has no idea how the fuck he’d managed.
“That’s great,” he murmurs, toes flexing and curling. “You, uh, basically have the best tongue ever.”
"Mmn? Do I?"
Compliments get Kagami everywhere, of course, especially when it's so obvious how riled up he is. Akashi catches Kagami's gaze with his own the next time he parts his lips, laps and sucks at the head of his cock, not caring if it makes a mess. "When you're ready to come," he murmurs, "if you do it in my mouth, I'll swallow all of it."
“Shit, that’s not fair,” Kagami groans, and loses the battle not to thrust his hips up. Akashi’s mouth just feels too sinfully good around him, too much like something so good guys like him just don’t get to feel them that often. This is the kind of head I’d get as an NBA player, he thinks wildly, and hears his heart thudding. “Yeah. Is that a fantasy of yours? Think that boyfriend of yours will come in your mouth?”
Akashi is at least 99% certain that such a thing has been on Mibuchi's mind before--and why shouldn't it be? It isn't like he hasn't offered, but that damned sempai complex…
He just groans rather than pulls back to answer, lurching forward hungrily now that he's gotten the hang of this, and easily matches the upward thrust of Kagami's hips. Swallowing all of his cock isn't the easiest thing, and so Akashi doesn't try. Better is letting his hand do the work and his tongue the rest, so with every movement, he can just suck and lick and feel the way that Kagami pulses in his mouth.
Kagami’s hands finally come up, but not to grab his hair. One hand comes to cup Akashi’s face, the thumb resting at the side of his lips. The other wraps around Kagami’s own cock, rock hard and throbbing, as he feeds it to Akashi in the last slow pulses before he loses his mind.
When he comes, it’s a full-body shudder, a long-awaited release, spilling over Akashi’s tongue, filling his mouth with pulse after pulse. Come doesn’t taste good--Kagami knows it doesn’t, knows his own doesn’t, but Akashi’s breathless promise had been so sweet. “Go on,” he pants, rubbing his thumb over that full lower lip. “Can you swallow it all?”
So help him, he's going to.
Successfully kept promises are something akin to winning, really, but more than that--this is indulgently lewd and very…very much a turn-on, no matter the taste, even stronger like this. Kagami's cock is still hard on his tongue when Akashi swallows hard, and again, and nearly chokes with a cough when he works to catch up and swallow the last of it before pulling back. His tongue flicks out, running over Kagami's thumb before his teeth gently catch against it, and he does let himself cough, finally, when he draws back enough to do so politely into his hand. "I don't think I missed any," he breathes.
Kagami collapses back against the pillows. “I don’t care how experienced this guy is. There’s no way he’s ready for you. He’s gonna have a heart attack.”
Infinitely pleased, Akashi crawls his way back up, flopping right back down next to him. "Good," he lightly says, and if it were coming from anyone else, someone would label the tone as downright cheerful. "That's the desired effect."
“Also,” Kagami adds, entirely thrilled by the idea when he curls an arm around Akashi, “I’m pretty sure we’re having better sex than Aomine is with my boyfriend right now.”
"Absolutely." Akashi rolls, nestling his way against Kagami's chest. "Doesn't Daiki strike you as extraordinarily selfish? Pass."
Kagami huffs out a breath, nuzzling into the top of Akashi’s hair. “I mean, no lie, he probably looks amazing naked. But yeah. Selfish as hell. How good can that dick really be?”
"He is very attractive. And apparently, his dick is also good. The point is, I can't handle people like him for longer than a quick, efficient basketball game, so definite pass." Akashi's eyes narrow in thought. "Or perhaps if he's collared and leashed properly. That's the exception."
Kagami’s dick gives a hard, interested twitch, and Kagami grunts. “Shut up,” he mutters at it.
Akashi lifts his head enough to give Kagami a vague stare, and he asks, honestly curious, "Was that in relation to seeing Daiki collared and leashed, or just the idea of me doing it to someone? I can understand the appeal of both."
“Not even sure,” Kagami admits with a short laugh. “Be hot on him. You’d be hot doing it to someone.”
"Fair enough. Well, if it ever happens, I'll take a picture and send it your way. He'll hate it and you can gloat."
“Sounds good to me.” Kagami’s hand wanders down to Akashi’s ass, and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Thanks. This would have been a shitty weird day without you. This way it’s just...weird.”
Akashi nods in absent agreement, content to have his ass be a stress ball for someone with hands as nice as Kagami's for some time. "Likewise, really. Spending time with you was not only acceptable company, but helped me make a point to Reo. This has been productive."
Kagami squeezes, and flops down entirely. “Well. As long as it was productive. Guess it’s okay.”