Ship: Aomine/Kise Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by hyalinee Word Count: 407
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Ryouta wants more, and maybe that’s just being a little bit greedy. Or a lot greedy, but it’s not like he ever really isn’t that way. But that’s why he’s always reminding himself, reminding both of them, that they shouldn’t take it too far. That Daiki can love him all he wants but that doesn't mean they should stop being careful.
“Someone could see,” he says, pretending not to see the pain flashing raw across Daiki’s eyes, or perhaps raw’s not the right word because it’s like a searing brand that cooks his flesh.
Because Ryouta wants more; Ryouta wants everything; he wants to show Daiki off and get everyone to admit that yes he’s wonderful and amazing and the best damn basketball player in the world and look at how he plays, look at the kindness in his eyes that he hides behind a dumb jerk facade, the kindness that’s not weakness but is real, a strength, a way Ryouta isn’t himself. (He wants to keep Daiki to himself, though, too; he could defend him from anyone, no questions ask, but he doesn’t want to feel the jealousy making his blood run solid and congealed, doesn’t want to deal with the fallout and the negative attention—but that doesn’t mean he loves Daiki any less.) And he tells Daiki, how wonderful he his, how goddamn much he loves him, because he’s protected by the way Daiki only believes him halfway.
And the way Daiki kisses him, like he’s drowning in Ryouta’s deluge of words, like he’s drowning in the oceans of Ryouta, like he’s clinging to Ryouta until he becomes tangible, like he’s afraid if he lets go Ryouta will go away. It’s power, but it’s the same power Daiki has over Ryouta; he just can’t see it in his hands, and that’s all for the better to keep it like this. Because Ryouta wants more, but he’s not sure what he’d do if he had it; it’s easy to say you want something when you’re not going to get it anyway, harder when it falls in your hands and you know you’ve made your own bed.
But wherever it goes, he’ll lie in it with Daiki; for now they’re intertwined, stuck together with feelings that are stronger and messier than glue; for now it’s easier to just kiss him hard and desperate the way he wants, to go without explaining himself a little bit longer.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 407
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Ryouta wants more, and maybe that’s just being a little bit greedy. Or a lot greedy, but it’s not like he ever really isn’t that way. But that’s why he’s always reminding himself, reminding both of them, that they shouldn’t take it too far. That Daiki can love him all he wants but that doesn't mean they should stop being careful.
“Someone could see,” he says, pretending not to see the pain flashing raw across Daiki’s eyes, or perhaps raw’s not the right word because it’s like a searing brand that cooks his flesh.
Because Ryouta wants more; Ryouta wants everything; he wants to show Daiki off and get everyone to admit that yes he’s wonderful and amazing and the best damn basketball player in the world and look at how he plays, look at the kindness in his eyes that he hides behind a dumb jerk facade, the kindness that’s not weakness but is real, a strength, a way Ryouta isn’t himself. (He wants to keep Daiki to himself, though, too; he could defend him from anyone, no questions ask, but he doesn’t want to feel the jealousy making his blood run solid and congealed, doesn’t want to deal with the fallout and the negative attention—but that doesn’t mean he loves Daiki any less.) And he tells Daiki, how wonderful he his, how goddamn much he loves him, because he’s protected by the way Daiki only believes him halfway.
And the way Daiki kisses him, like he’s drowning in Ryouta’s deluge of words, like he’s drowning in the oceans of Ryouta, like he’s clinging to Ryouta until he becomes tangible, like he’s afraid if he lets go Ryouta will go away. It’s power, but it’s the same power Daiki has over Ryouta; he just can’t see it in his hands, and that’s all for the better to keep it like this. Because Ryouta wants more, but he’s not sure what he’d do if he had it; it’s easy to say you want something when you’re not going to get it anyway, harder when it falls in your hands and you know you’ve made your own bed.
But wherever it goes, he’ll lie in it with Daiki; for now they’re intertwined, stuck together with feelings that are stronger and messier than glue; for now it’s easier to just kiss him hard and desperate the way he wants, to go without explaining himself a little bit longer.