Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Square: It started out with a kiss Word Count: 592
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They're hanging out in Kagami's apartment in Chicago when it happens. It's late, they're tired, and they're too comfortable around each other to give much thought to personal space any more. Since mending their relationship, Kagami and Himuro have easily fallen back into the same sort of closeness they were used to back when they grew up together in L.A. Aomine is a new addition, but they've gotten closer since graduating high school, since he also moved to America to pursue a professional basketball career.
Kagami knows, on some level, that Aomine and Himuro have been spending time together in L.A. He hasn't given it much thought, beyond being glad that the two of them are getting along. He isn't prepared for it when Aomine reaches out, resting his hand on the back of Himuro's neck and pulling him into a kiss. He isn't prepared for just how willingly Himuro goes, eyelashes fluttering shut as their lips meet, his hand bracing against Aomine's knee.
They kiss like it's not the first time they've done this and Kagami watches them, feeling his mouth go dry. Himuro wraps an arm around Aomine's shoulder as they deepen their kiss and Kagami feels like he's been jolted out of the reality he thought he was in and placed rudely into another; a reality where Aomine and Himuro kiss like they can't get enough of each other. A reality where something burns in the pit of Kagami's stomach, leaving him confused as to whether he wants to turn away or whether he wants attention. Even so, he can't tell who's attention he wants, he can't choose, and he's never put great thought into kissing either of them before but now, there's a voice deep at the back of his mind that demands: both.
As if to answer that voice, Aomine and Himuro pull apart, their lips shining wet with each other's spit, and turn to Kagami as one.
"Taiga," Himuro murmurs, reaching for him, and he goes without a second thought. He links his fingers with Himuro's while he lets Aomine grab him by the front of the shirt, yanking him into a hard kiss. It's nothing like the softer kiss that he gave Himuro just before, but Kagami needs this. He needs Aomine kissing him like this is a fight because that's the kind of Aomine that he understands the best. Just the same as he needs Himuro pressing up behind him, chest to Kagami's back, lips hot against the shell of his ear as he kisses it.
"We wanted you," Himuro whispers, wrapping his arms around Kagami. He slides one of his hands up underneath the hem of Kagami's shirt, over his muscled abdomen and sighs, his breath hitching. "I've wanted you."
How long? Kagami wants to ask, but Aomine is keeping his tongue occupied and it doesn't matter, in the end, as long as Himuro's lips and hands are on him right now. His mind is spinning, imagining them both in Himuro's apartment, wanting him, together.
"He's gonna explode," Aomine mutters, breaking their kiss. Kagami wants to protest, but he can feel himself overheating, and he suspects that Aomine's right. "Be gentle with him, Himuro."
Himuro, who is sucking on the sensitive skin just under Kagami's ear, pulls back with a breathy laugh. "He doesn't need me to be gentle. Do you, Taiga?"
"No," Kagami breathes, locking gazes with Aomine, like it's a dare. He already feels like he's being set on fire, and wants to know just how hot he'll burn. "Keep going."
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, C1, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: It started out with a kiss
Word Count: 592
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They're hanging out in Kagami's apartment in Chicago when it happens. It's late, they're tired, and they're too comfortable around each other to give much thought to personal space any more. Since mending their relationship, Kagami and Himuro have easily fallen back into the same sort of closeness they were used to back when they grew up together in L.A. Aomine is a new addition, but they've gotten closer since graduating high school, since he also moved to America to pursue a professional basketball career.
Kagami knows, on some level, that Aomine and Himuro have been spending time together in L.A. He hasn't given it much thought, beyond being glad that the two of them are getting along. He isn't prepared for it when Aomine reaches out, resting his hand on the back of Himuro's neck and pulling him into a kiss. He isn't prepared for just how willingly Himuro goes, eyelashes fluttering shut as their lips meet, his hand bracing against Aomine's knee.
They kiss like it's not the first time they've done this and Kagami watches them, feeling his mouth go dry. Himuro wraps an arm around Aomine's shoulder as they deepen their kiss and Kagami feels like he's been jolted out of the reality he thought he was in and placed rudely into another; a reality where Aomine and Himuro kiss like they can't get enough of each other. A reality where something burns in the pit of Kagami's stomach, leaving him confused as to whether he wants to turn away or whether he wants attention. Even so, he can't tell who's attention he wants, he can't choose, and he's never put great thought into kissing either of them before but now, there's a voice deep at the back of his mind that demands: both.
As if to answer that voice, Aomine and Himuro pull apart, their lips shining wet with each other's spit, and turn to Kagami as one.
"Taiga," Himuro murmurs, reaching for him, and he goes without a second thought. He links his fingers with Himuro's while he lets Aomine grab him by the front of the shirt, yanking him into a hard kiss. It's nothing like the softer kiss that he gave Himuro just before, but Kagami needs this. He needs Aomine kissing him like this is a fight because that's the kind of Aomine that he understands the best. Just the same as he needs Himuro pressing up behind him, chest to Kagami's back, lips hot against the shell of his ear as he kisses it.
"We wanted you," Himuro whispers, wrapping his arms around Kagami. He slides one of his hands up underneath the hem of Kagami's shirt, over his muscled abdomen and sighs, his breath hitching. "I've wanted you."
How long? Kagami wants to ask, but Aomine is keeping his tongue occupied and it doesn't matter, in the end, as long as Himuro's lips and hands are on him right now. His mind is spinning, imagining them both in Himuro's apartment, wanting him, together.
"He's gonna explode," Aomine mutters, breaking their kiss. Kagami wants to protest, but he can feel himself overheating, and he suspects that Aomine's right. "Be gentle with him, Himuro."
Himuro, who is sucking on the sensitive skin just under Kagami's ear, pulls back with a breathy laugh. "He doesn't need me to be gentle. Do you, Taiga?"
"No," Kagami breathes, locking gazes with Aomine, like it's a dare. He already feels like he's being set on fire, and wants to know just how hot he'll burn. "Keep going."