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Kuroko was exhausted.
Not just the typical, every day, I-didn’t-get-enough-sleep-last-night-and-need-coffee-to-stay-awake exhausted that a lot of students feel. No, this was a little different. A bone-deep weariness borne from too many nights of little sleep, in combination with overworking himself physically at practice and mentally with homework.
Kuroko was in his last year of high school, and he needed to be better. The last inter-high and winter cup he’d ever participate in were coming up, and entrance exams soon after. Teachers were harder on them than ever, wanting them all to get into good schools, and it was all Kuroko could do to keep up.
He needed to get into a good school, the same school Akashi was (definitely) going to get into. It had the best program for early childhood development (for Kuroko) and business (for Akashi), but it was also notoriously difficult to get into. Akashi had already gotten an apartment in the city, anticipating his acceptance, and he’d invited Kuroko to come live with him for university. Kuroko had accepted, and the thought of being able to live with Akashi full-time had sent his heart racing with anticipation.
(Akashi had already given Kuroko a key, claiming he could use it whenever he needed to before they both ‘officially’ moved in. But Kuroko rarely used it unless Akashi had come up for a long weekend and they were both there. He felt too awkward and out of place in such a nice apartment when he was alone.)
None of that, however, detracted from the current problem.
Kuroko was exhausted. So, so tired and sore. Kuroko knew what was happening, knew he needed to take better care of himself, as he was on the verge of burning out. But he needed to be better. He needed to prove himself.
Kuroko shivered a little as he stood at the bus stop, body nearly swaying with the need to just rest for a while. Practice had run long that night, and Kuroko knew he would feel this in the morning and regret it. The new coach had been hand-picked by Riko, but he was more brutal at times than she had ever been. Kuroko probably should have said something, should have tried to cut out of practice when it became clear it would run longer than normal. He hadn’t, however, and now he was paying the price.
His only consolation was that he’d managed to hide how truly exhausted he was from his teammates and family. If they found out, then Akashi would find out, and that was the last thing he wanted right now.
Kuroko’s legs trembled as he looked at the bus routes. One bus, the one that would come in the next five minutes, would take him to Akashi’s apartment. The next, in ten minutes, would take him home.
His phone buzzed a moment later, indicating a text. Kuroko looked at it absently as he debated the pros and cons of both options.
>>> Come to the apartment, Kuroko .
Akashi.
Kuroko blinked at the text, the words swimming on the screen, and then a moment later the meaning of the words clicked. ‘Come to the apartment.’
Wait, was Akashi in Tokyo? What was his boyfriend doing in Tokyo when he lived in, and was currently supposed to be, in Kyoto?
The bus pulled up at that moment and Kuroko automatically got on, scanning his pass as he moved to stand towards the front. The bus took off and Kuroko continued to stare at the text. Why would Akashi be in Tokyo? How did he know Kuroko had just gotten out of practice? They didn’t have a long weekend, Akashi would have had to miss his last class to make it to Tokyo. Why would he do that?
Kuroko’s mind spun itself around in circles trying to find a reason for this sudden visit, but he couldn’t think of anything. His trembling limbs swayed along with the gentle movement of the bus, and he winced when they threatened to collapse as they went over a small bump. He really should sit down, but Kuroko was afraid that he’d never be able to stand back up if he did.
Thankfully, his stop was next, and ten minutes later Kuroko found himself standing outside the door to Akashi’s apartment ( their apartment, soon enough).
The door opened before Kuroko could dig out his key, and there stood Akashi. Akashi’s worried red eyes roamed over him before he looked up and gave Kuroko a small, lovely smile. “Tetsu,” Akashi sighed. “You look exhausted.”
Kuroko felt the exhaustion that had been hovering at the edge of his consciousness suddenly rush over him in a wave. As if all it had needed to be fully acknowledged by Kuroko was someone else pointing it out to him. His knees buckled, but Akashi was there to catch him and pull him close.
“You need to take better care of yourself,” Akashi chided gently as he guided Kuroko into the apartment.
“Need to be better,” Kuroko muttered as Akashi deposited him on the generously cushy western style couch in their living room.
“You’re already perfect,” Akashi countered as he knelt and pulled off Kuroko’s shoes so he could put them in the genkan.
Kuroko just huffed at that and let himself sprawl on the couch.
“Did you shower?” Akashi asked. Kuroko could hear him moving around in the kitchen, but he didn’t have the energy to make himself sit up to look to see what his boyfriend was doing.
It still felt almost surreal, sometimes, that Kuroko could call Akashi his boyfriend. They’d gotten together just before their second year of high school. Akashi had been the one to confess, if demanding Kuroko go on a date with him could be counted as a confession. Kuroko had seen the way Akashi’s lips and hands had trembled, just slightly, as he’d made the demand. Heard the waver in his voice.
Kuroko had realized that, despite the confident front Akashi was putting up, he was genuinely terrified that Kuroko would deny him. Kuroko had realized in that moment that if he had denied him, Akashi would accept it. Would respect Kuroko’s decision. Akashi had genuinely wanted him , Kuroko Tetsuya, to go on a date with him. To accept him and his feelings.
How could Kuroko have said no?
Kuroko knew some people still didn’t quite get their relationship, or what Kuroko saw in Akashi. Some people didn’t think Akashi even genuinely wanted Kuroko, that this was all just a game or manipulation. Only those closest to them – the other miracles, Kagami, their teammates – had seen the truth and accepted it.
Not even Akashi’s family was thrilled with his choice in partner, though they were begrudging in their acceptance. They knew Akashi wouldn’t be swayed, though Kuroko could still see the disapproval in their eyes whenever he met them. It was part of the reason he felt the need to push himself so hard, to prove himself. Kuroko didn’t want there to be this wall between Akashi and his family – he wanted Akashi’s family to accept him.
“Tetsu?” Akashi asked, as Kuroko failed to answer his question.
Kuroko sighed and closed his eyes. “No, I haven’t showered yet.” He’d just wiped himself down and changed into some clean gym clothes. He hadn’t wanted to stick around the gym any longer than needed, or give any of his teammates a reason to see just how truly exhausted he was. It was a strategy that worked. Or, it had.
Apparently, he hadn’t been hiding it as well as he’d thought. Kuroko wondered when his teammates had noticed, spotted the signs. If they’d said anything to anyone else, and why they hadn’t talked to him. How many of them had seen. Was it just one person? Or multiple? How well had his rouse worked? He also wondered which one contacted Akashi, or if multiple people had, but decided it ultimately didn’t matter. Someone had, and now here they were. Kuroko - exhausted, body on the verge of breaking down; and Akashi, clearly here to talk some sense into him.
“Well here, you need to eat something.” Akashi sounded much closer than before.
Kuroko opened his eyes to see his boyfriend standing in front of him with a small frown on his face, hands carrying food. Kuroko opened his mouth to deny it, to say he wasn’t hungry, when his stomach chose that moment to growl. Loudly.
Akashi’s lips twitched as Kuroko huffed. Betrayed by his own body.
Somehow, Kuroko found himself bodily moved until he was wrapped in a blanket and settled against Akashi’s side on the couch. The food had been deposited on his lap – a bowl of miso soup and some rice with salmon and soy sauce – and the TV mounted on the wall was playing a re-run of an old anime.
“Eat your food,” Akashi commanded gently as his hand swept through Kuroko’s sweaty hair. That same hand then settled on his waist and pulled him closer as Akashi pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his head.
Kuroko flushed, and feeling well looked after, started to eat. He was glad Akashi hadn’t given him anything too heavy. Even with the ravenous hunger sweeping through him, Kuroko was sure he’d have thrown up from anything else, or with a bigger portion.
“You need to take better care of yourself,” Akashi repeated once the silence had grown comfortable between them, with only the sound of the TV breaking it.
“Need to be better,” Kuroko repeated himself. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this discussion; they’d had it multiple times since they’d started dating, but usually it was more playful. Usually, Kuroko’s insecurities weren’t causing him to physically and mentally exhaust himself. This time was turning serious.
Akashi sighed, and Kuroko hated the feeling that he’d disappointed him in some way.
“You’re already perfect,” Akashi repeated his reply faithfully, before suddenly going off script. “Tetsuya, I love you, you know that, right?”
“Of course I do,” Kuroko frowned. Had he given Akashi a reason to doubt that? “I love you, too.”
Akashi smiled and pressed another kiss to his head. “You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone, Tetsu, you know that, right? No one else’s opinion about you, me, or our relationship matters.”
Kuroko swallowed his mouthful of rice slowly. “I know that,” he whispered.
“Do you?”
Kuroko clenched his jaw. Akashi pulled him even closer, if that was even possible, so Kuroko was practically in his lap. “Tetsu,” he whispered. “Tetsu, no one else’s opinion matters. You’re perfect, I love you. I hate that I missed this, that I wasn’t here to see this happening, to stop it. But you don’t need to prove yourself to anyone, you’re more than good enough. For me, and to get into **** university.”
“Your family-”
“Don’t get a say,” Akashi said firmly. “Which is why they aren’t foolish enough to try to make me choose. Tetsu,” Akashi pressed his lips to Kuroko’s cheek, then his forehead, and then turned his head to kiss his lips. “My family simply doesn’t know you. You’ve met two times, and all they have to go off of is what I’ve told them of you and what they’ve heard second-hand. They’re old-fashioned and stubborn, but they will learn to love you, too. Just be yourself, and they’ll see what I saw.”
Akashi pressed their lips together once more, and Kuroko melted. Why had he cared so much about strangers’ opinions again?
“Finish your food, then we’ll take a shower, and I’ll give you a massage, okay?” Akashi whispered against his lips.
Kuroko nodded, a little dazed, and dug back into his food. Akashi hummed in satisfaction and settled back on the couch. The next half hour passed in comfortable silence, the anime episode ending and then another starting. Kuroko took his time with the food, not wanting to upset his stomach by eating too fast.
Kuroko felt a little foolish. He’d been so worried about others’ opinions that he hadn’t taken into account how it would affect Akashi, or him. Then again, Kuroko never did think quite straight when it came to Akashi. It took until he’d nearly burned himself out to really hear what Akashi had been telling him all along.
Kuroko finished the food eventually, and set the empty dishes on the coffee table before curling back into his boyfriend. They watched through two more episodes of the anime run, Akashi gently carding his fingers through Kuroko’s hair and occasionally pressing a kiss to it, before Akashi gently moved him.
Kuroko, who had been on the verge of falling asleep, roused with a confused whine. “Shower,” Akashi chuckled. “You can’t fall asleep just yet, Tetsu.”
Kuroko puffed his cheeks out but obediently stood and followed Akashi, the blanket he’d been wrapped in left to pool on the couch. The bathroom in the master suite was luxurious and generous, and Kuroko was sure it was half the reason Akashi had bought this apartment. There was a walk-in shower stall with a waterfall attachment and a bench, a free-floating tub, two vanities, large mirrors on both sides, and a tucked in washer and dryer in an attached closet.
Kuroko had just started to strip when Akashi stopped him. “Let me,” Akashi breathed.
Kuroko shivered, but let Akashi do it. The redhead moved slowly, almost reverently, as he undressed his boyfriend. Kuroko was flustered by the treatment, and did his best to suppress his arousal. That wasn’t what this was for.
Akashi pressed a kiss to his stomach and then his hips as he pulled off Kuroko’s underwear, and the image of Akashi kneeling in front of him was almost enough for Kuroko to finally lose his composure. Akashi stood a moment later, however, and the spell was broken. He stripped quickly and guided Kuroko into the shower stall.
The waterfall shower sprang to life a moment later as Akashi fiddled with the controls, the water hot and steaming.
“Come,” Akashi held out his hand. Kuroko took it and let Akashi guide them both under the gentle spray. Kuroko sighed and leaned into Akashi, letting him take most of his weight. Akashi pressed a kiss just under his ear and hummed as he ran his hands up and down Kuroko’s back.
“Let me take care of you,” Akashi whispered.
Kuroko didn’t even need to consider it before he was nodding. Akashi pressed another kiss to his jawline and then reached for the shelf they kept their shampoos and soaps on. Kuroko just sighed as Akashi worked shampoo through his hair with gentle fingers, almost massaging his head in the process.
Akashi kept him close, their bodies pressed together as he washed Kuroko’s hair, but the arousal from earlier didn’t stir again. This was so fundamentally different. Kuroko felt cherished as Akashi massaged conditioner into his hair next, humming softly as he ran his free hand down Kuroko’s back.
“You’re perfect,” Akashi sighed as the conditioner washed out, and he reached for the soap.
Kuroko flushed as Akashi poured a generous amount on their loofa and got it sudsy before gently starting to wash the sweat and grime from Kuroko’s skin. Kuroko let himself be manipulated by Akashi at his will as he washed him. Akashi was generous with his affection, more than usual, and kept whispering words of praise to Kuroko and pressing kisses to any bit of skin he could.
It was enough to finally get Kuroko going again, and this time he was unable to stop his arousal from growing. Akashi clearly saw, but did nothing more than press a chaste kiss to the tip and move around it. He kept up his stream of praise to Kuroko, who only relaxed more, the slight tension easing from his shoulders at the easy dismissal of a base bodily response. Kuroko would have loved for Akashi to do something, but he felt so relaxed and cherished by Akashi at this moment that it honestly didn’t matter to him.
“Do you want a bath as well?” Akashi asked as he gently maneuvered Kuroko back under the spray to wash him off.
Kuroko hummed and leaned against his boyfriend. A hot soak did sound amazing, but Akashi had also promised him a massage. Kuroko didn’t really want to fall asleep in the middle, and he was sure a soak would relax him enough for that to happen. Akashi, clearly reading Kuroko’s worry on his face, simply pulled him closer.
“You won’t fall asleep,” Akashi promised. Kuroko gazed at him, hearing the promise in those words, and shivered.
“Then yes, please.”
Akashi managed to get the bathtub filled with steaming water while Kuroko finished up in the shower. The transition from shower to tub was so seamless that Kuroko barely had a moment to feel the chill in the air outside the stall before he was sinking into the warm water and leaning back into Akashi’s chest.
Kuroko had started to get an idea of where this night might be going, but did his best not to dwell on it. What would happen, would happen, and Kuroko was sure he’d enjoy it. He’d enjoy anything Akashi did to him.
Kuroko’s arousal had barely flagged during the move from the stall to the tub. As Akashi wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, his arm brushed against it. Kuroko sighed and melted back into Akashi, content to let his boyfriend do to him what he would.
Even if that was nothing.
Despite Kuroko knowing where all this was leading, or thinking he did, Akashi didn’t touch him while in the bath. Oh, that didn’t mean he didn’t tease Kuroko though. Akashi ran his fingers up Kuroko’s side, over his thighs, across his chest and brushed his nipples. Nowhere near where Kuroko wanted his touch the most, but the anticipation that was building meant he knew it would be worth it when Akashi eventually did.
He was right - Kuroko definitely wasn’t about to fall asleep.
They didn’t soak for too long, only 15 minutes, but it helped Kuroko relax even more. His muscles, which had tensed in anticipation earlier, had slowly relaxed again. By the time Akashi got him up from the bath and toweled him off, Kuroko wasn’t sure he could tell where this night was going anymore, but he had hopes.
“Let’s go to bed,” Akashi whispered. “You still have your massage to look forward to.”
Kuroko made an agreeing noise at that, anticipation swirling again. Akashi’s massages were, naturally, excellent. He let Akashi guide them back into the bedroom, the bed looking more inviting than ever. Akashi let him go and pushed him towards the bed while he went to grab his massage things from the dresser.
Maybe this wasn’t going where he thought it was.
Kuroko laid down on the bed with a sigh. Akashi was right, he really was feeling much better. Not that he doubted he would, with Akashi clearly doing his level best. Kuroko could already feel himself melting into the covers, and the massage hadn’t even started yet.
Kuroko felt a weight settle on the bed, Akashi setting some things down and muttering under his breath before the weight shifted once more. Bare skin straddled the back of his thighs, and with a jolt, Kuroko realized Akashi hadn’t put anything on after their bath. Akashi never massaged him in the nude, unless he had something else in mind for the ending.
Oh, so this was going to be one of those massages. Kuroko loved those kinds of massages.
He heard a click, and warm oil was dripped across his back. Kuroko sighed again and closed his eyes.
“Now, just relax for me,” Akashi muttered as his talented hands got to work.
Relaxing would not be an issue. Sometimes Kuroko both loved and hated just how observant Akashi was. Tonight, he’d gone back and forth internally a lot on how he felt about his boyfriend’s powers of observation. It was a constant tug of back and forth, living with him. Right now though? Getting this massage? Kuroko loved it.
Akashi was firm, but never painfully so. Just slowly and methodically convincing the knots and tense muscles Kuroko had developed over the course of the past few weeks to let go. To yield to his talented hands. Akashi occasionally paused to add more oil, slicking Kuroko up as he worked from his upper back down to his thighs.
By the time Akashi reached Kuroko’s feet, he was a puddle of relaxation and anticipation. Just having Akashi touching him like this was enough to get him hard, and knowing how this massage was going to end made the anticipation build. Kuroko had started to slowly grind his straining cock against the bedsheets, trying to get any sort of relief. Akashi definitely knew what he was doing, but hadn’t done or said anything to get him to stop.
Sometimes he did, wanting to be the only thing that brought Kuroko pleasure. Other times he got off on it. From how Akashi had been talking all night, Kuroko thought his motivations might be a little different this time.
“I’d say you’re good and relaxed, Tetsu, yes?” Akashi spoke lowly, as if speaking normally would break the peaceful and relaxed atmosphere.
“Yeah,” Kuroko sighed. “Time for fun?”
Akashi laughed. “Yes, time for fun.”
Kuroko made to move, to turn over, so he could look at Akashi, but was held in place.
“Seijuro?” Kuroko asked, confused.
“Tonight is about you, Tetsu,” Akashi sounded amused, even as Kuroko felt him moving to straddle his calves.
“Yes, you said that.” Kuroko was confused. Akashi had mentioned that multiple times, and the pampering really had done wonders. Kuroko couldn’t be more relaxed, or more in love.
“So.” Akashi definitely sounded amused, and Kuroko got the impression he’d missed something. He didn’t like the feeling. “That means you’re not to worry about me tonight, Tetsu. Like I said, I’m going to take care of you. This is about you .”
Akashi shifted, and Kuroko finally decided to push himself up enough to look back. Akashi met his eyes, affection and amusement swirling, right before he spread Kuroko with his hands, revealing his entrance. Kuroko’s eyes widened as Akashi leaned down and pressed a kiss, feather-light, to his hole.
Oh , Kuroko thought.
He collapsed back down onto his pillow as Akashi pressed another kiss, and then licked across it. Akashi was definitely a giver in bed, but he’d never been too fond of rimming. He only ever did it because it was something Kuroko enjoyed, and he rarely ever asked, knowing Akashi’s aversion.
Kuroko’s breath hitched as Akashi pressed inside slowly, sucking gently at the rim. Akashi licked inside, and Kuroko shivered as Akashi’s hands tightened on him. Akashi tongue fucked him slowly, leisurely, like everything else that he’d done for Kuroko that night. It was torturous pleasure.
Kuroko was breathing shakily a minute in; humping the bed by minute three; trembling and clutching the sheets helplessly by minute five. He was begging by minute six, babbling nonsensically. Akashi had never rimmed him this well, this long, and Kuroko was so close he was –
“Seijuro!” he choked out, as a warning and a plea. Akashi just pressed closer, the sloppy sound of his tongue in Kuroko’s ass loud and lewd, and with a cry Kuroko came, humping down against the sheets.
Kuroko shook, limp against the sheets as he tried to breathe. The orgasm was overwhelming, so it took him a moment to realize that Akashi wasn’t stopping. He was still fucking into Kuroko’s hole almost greedily, like he couldn’t get enough. Kuroko couldn’t breathe again, the sensation just on the edge of too painful to be pleasurable.
One of the things they’d discovered together early on in their relationship, once they’d started having sex, was that Kuroko had almost no refractory period. He could get hard again quickly, and his stamina, when it came to sex, was amazing. Kuroko had worn Akashi out multiple times with his sex drive.
As Akashi worked his way toward wringing another orgasm out of him with the surprise addition of his fingers, Kuroko realized Akashi planned on making use of that fact. Kuroko hadn’t even heard the lube bottle open, so absorbed in the pleasure. The two fingers Akashi slid into his relaxed hole were more than welcome, and Kuroko pushed back against them eagerly.
The sounds Akashi’s tongue and fingers made together would have made Kuroko blush, if he wasn’t currently benefiting from said tongue and fingers. Akashi worked him over masterfully, prodding and stroking at his prostate with his fingers as he sucked on the rim and licked inside. It drove Kuroko crazy, and his second orgasm, barely minutes after the first, came on so suddenly it surprised him.
“C-cumming!” Kuroko gasped, hips frantic as he pushed back into Akashi.
Akashi pulled back this time, and Kuroko sobbed at the overwhelming sensations. “S-Seijuro-!”
Akashi rubbed a hand down his back soothingly as Kuroko twitched and shivered in the aftermath of a second strong orgasm in such a short period of time.
“Sssh, I’ve got you, just relax, that’s it,” Akashi whispered.
Kuroko pushed back into the soothing touch, wanting Akashi’s hands on him. Akashi, sensing as always what Kuroko needed, flipped him and then pressed against him. Kuroko sighed and buried his head in Akashi’s chest as his boyfriend pulled him close, their naked bodies slotting together easily.
“’m dirty,” Kuroko finally protested feebly a few minutes later, once he’d recovered a bit.
“I plan on making you dirtier.”
Kuroko wasn’t surprised by that, though he was pleased the night wasn’t over yet. He moved to touch Akashi, to stroke him and suck him and bring him the same pleasure he’d felt. Akashi stopped him, shaking his head.
“Tonight is about you, Tetsu,” Akashi reminded him.
“But, you-” Kuroko started to protest, but Akashi shook his head once more. Kuroko frowned, feeling guilty that he’d come twice, yet Akashi hadn’t been touched at all.
“No, tonight is just about you. I’m fine,” Akashi reassured him with a small smile. “Let me make love to you, Tetsu.”
From anyone else, that would have sounded corny. From Akashi, Kuroko flushed and resisted the urge to try to hide. Fuck, Kuroko felt like a mess.
“Please,” he whispered instead, finally.
Akashi kissed him immediately. Kuroko sighed into it, letting Akashi lick into his mouth willingly as Akashi got them into position once more. One of Kuroko’s legs was propped over Akashi’s shoulder, while the other wrapped around his waist. It was a favorite of theirs, Kuroko becoming much more flexible over the years, which made it comfortable for them both. It let Akashi go deep and use Kuroko’s leg as leverage.
Kuroko was still very much wet, no more preparation needed, so once he was in position Akashi slid inside easily. They both moaned, still locked in their kiss, and Kuroko wound his arms around Akashi’s shoulders, fingers tangling in the redhead’s hair. Akashi stayed still, not moving for a long moment, and Kuroko used his legs to pull him in deeper, clenching down in enticement.
Akashi shuddered and then pulled back, breaking the kiss. Kuroko whined, fingers clinging, but they were forced to let go as Akashi sat up. Kuroko grabbed at Akashi’s waist, fingers tightening around sweaty flesh.
“Just feel, Tetsu,” Akashi breathed. Then he moved.
Kuroko threw his head back as his boyfriend moved languidly inside him, almost too slow. It was rapturous pleasure, teasing but satisfying. They rarely went slow like this, both of them too impatient and desperate for each other usually. But whenever they managed to slow down, it was amazing.
“Seijuro,” Kuroko whimpered, fingers digging into his boyfriend’s waist then letting go on a loop. It was so much, Akashi was filling him up and giving him everything.
“You deserve this, Tetsu,” Akashi said. “You deserve everything. You’re more than basketball, more than what others think of you.”
Kuroko shuddered, eyes welling with tears as he locked eyes with Akashi. His boyfriend, who looked so loving and determined, who wanted to give Kuroko everything - who wasn’t asking for anything in return other than him .
Kuroko sobbed, the words and pleasure mixing and intensifying inside him. Akashi clutched at Kuroko’s leg and pushed deeper, harder, but not faster. He struck at Kuroko’s prostate with every thrust, clearly determined to make this as good for Kuroko as possible, not that he felt it was possible to feel any better than this.
“I love you so much,” Akashi breathed out, like the words were stolen from him as he fucked into his willing boyfriend. “I’m never letting you go, Tetsu.”
“S-Seijuro!” Kuroko keened, hands reaching out desperately as he continued to look into his boyfriend’s determined eyes. Akashi meant everything he was saying, and Kuroko wanted nothing more in that moment than exactly the same thing. He wanted to keep Akashi and never let him go.
Akashi let go of Kuroko’s leg and instead reached out to grip their hands together. Kuroko tightened his fingers, desperate to hold on and needing the grounding touch.
“I-I’m close!” Kuroko said, breathless with pleasure. His thighs were trembling, stomach tight, and he was trying to use their interlocked fingers to drag Akashi closer.
“I’ve got you,” Akashi reassured him as he let Kuroko pull him down, pressing their bodies as close together as possible with Kuroko’s leg in the way.
Kuroko whimpered, eyes rolling as Akashi fucked into him with more determination, speeding up finally. “S-Seijuro!”
“Come for me, Tetsu!” Akashi commanded, and he was helpless to do anything but obey.
Kuroko came, falling apart as pleasure overwhelmed him for a third time. Akashi’s breath stuttered above him, hitching tellingly as he stilled inside. A moment later Kuroko felt a flood of warmth as Akashi came too, as silent as always, and he whimpered, clamping down around his boyfriend to draw him deeper.
Everything was still for a moment in the aftermath, the two of them basking in the afterglow. Then Akashi moved, slipping free of Kuroko despite the other’s protests, and let his leg down, which tingled as circulation was restored properly.
Akashi was never one to bask in the afterglow for long, needing to be clean before they could cuddle more, so Kuroko wasn’t surprised when his protests were ignored. “We need to clean up,” Akashi reminded him, sternly but gently, and Kuroko sighed but let his boyfriend haul him up. “We can cuddle after.”
Kuroko nodded at that, acquiescing. Akashi was a great cuddler, surprisingly, and Kuroko was looking forward to it. Clearly, his night of pampering wasn’t over quite yet.
“Thank you,” Kuroko said as they walked once more to the bathroom. He wasn’t surprised to see the tub was still full and steaming gently, though he knew they were heading to the shower first.
“You don’t have to thank me, Tetsu.” Akashi held him closer as they walked into the shower once more, the water turning on and at the perfect temperature with a tap of a button. “Just please never be so foolish again, alright?”
“I promise,” Kuroko agreed. He’d gotten too into his head and obviously worried those around him more than he’d realized. Kuroko had always been stubborn, but Akashi had always been able and willing to meet that stubbornness head on, either tempering it when necessary or encouraging it in equal measure.
“Good,” Akashi smirked and reached for Kuroko. “Because if this happens again, I won’t be so nice in getting you to see the error of your ways.” The words made Kuroko shiver and he licked his lips. And oh yes, the promise in Akashi’s eyes backed those words up.
Maybe it would be worth it, just to see. Kuroko really did love it when Akashi let go and got rough and dominant, even if he was sometimes left hard at the end of it, unable to come but still so satisfied. Akashi’s eyes narrowed as he saw the ideas swirling, Kuroko clearly contemplating the idea.
He figured Akashi would do something to curtail those thoughts, but wasn’t expecting what he did. Kuroko shrieked with laughter as Akashi hauled him up and swung him around, pressing him under the spray. Akashi laughed with him, the moment broken, and Kuroko did his best to try to wriggle out of Akashi’s hold without hurting himself in the process.
Maybe it would be worth it. But this? This was the Akashi he loved the most, and the one he would enjoy as much as possible until they had to separate once the weekend was up. These were the memories he would cherish and bring with him and think on when they were apart.
This was worth it.