Ship: Kise/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by kiyala Word Count: 402
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There’s a lot of familiar territory that they’re treading with each other, a little bit like a mirror but not in the usual way Ryouta adapts to fit into a reflection. They’re both pretty; they both know how to lie; they both lie in the same kind of way, so there’s a lot that stays unspoken between them (except Ryouta likes to talk until Tatsuya takes it as a challenge to meet him and matches his wit, his sword lighter and jabbing with little pricks but forcing back Ryouta’s heavier weapon just as well). There are things they don’t have to say, words that pass between them like fish in a pond, visible from above the water in bright patterns of white and flashing gold.
Ryouta tries to fake him out, and he’s not used to being on level ground, but Tatsuya takes it for the advantage it is. After all, Ryouta’s got the advantage on the court, the advantage that he shouldn’t have but wields and presses down because he knows exactly what it means to Tatsuya. So this time Tatsuya doesn’t say he’s too familiar with lies to let Ryouta slip this one by him; it’s obvious enough.
“I’d tell you to try harder, but it won’t work.” (Bait, if Ryouta sees fit to take it.)
“No fair, Himuro-san. I don’t have anything on you at all. Where’s the fun in that?”
Tatsuya grins halfway, just enough to twist his face and twist the rubber knife in Ryouta’s side. “I don’t know. It’s pretty fun for me.”
“Rude,” Ryouta says, a huff and a pout on his lips, the pretty sort of whiny that everyone thinks they are but nobody is, except for him, somehow (and oh, Tatsuya cannot resist spoiling him; it’s another thing that’s entirely too much fun when the reward is Ryouta’s pretty smile, a kiss he’d have given anyway but that feels earned).
This kiss is to prove a point, though, when he leans over the back of the couch and pushes his mouth against Tatsuya’s, his tongue between Tatsuya’s lips, hard and fast and without breath, in a way he knows Tatsuya can’t meet him physically, but if this is what Tatsuya’s got to give up—a brief dazed expression, another kiss returned, his lips swelling from being kissed so much, so hard, well. Better this than something he holds a little bit closer.
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: 402
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There’s a lot of familiar territory that they’re treading with each other, a little bit like a mirror but not in the usual way Ryouta adapts to fit into a reflection. They’re both pretty; they both know how to lie; they both lie in the same kind of way, so there’s a lot that stays unspoken between them (except Ryouta likes to talk until Tatsuya takes it as a challenge to meet him and matches his wit, his sword lighter and jabbing with little pricks but forcing back Ryouta’s heavier weapon just as well). There are things they don’t have to say, words that pass between them like fish in a pond, visible from above the water in bright patterns of white and flashing gold.
Ryouta tries to fake him out, and he’s not used to being on level ground, but Tatsuya takes it for the advantage it is. After all, Ryouta’s got the advantage on the court, the advantage that he shouldn’t have but wields and presses down because he knows exactly what it means to Tatsuya. So this time Tatsuya doesn’t say he’s too familiar with lies to let Ryouta slip this one by him; it’s obvious enough.
“I’d tell you to try harder, but it won’t work.” (Bait, if Ryouta sees fit to take it.)
“No fair, Himuro-san. I don’t have anything on you at all. Where’s the fun in that?”
Tatsuya grins halfway, just enough to twist his face and twist the rubber knife in Ryouta’s side. “I don’t know. It’s pretty fun for me.”
“Rude,” Ryouta says, a huff and a pout on his lips, the pretty sort of whiny that everyone thinks they are but nobody is, except for him, somehow (and oh, Tatsuya cannot resist spoiling him; it’s another thing that’s entirely too much fun when the reward is Ryouta’s pretty smile, a kiss he’d have given anyway but that feels earned).
This kiss is to prove a point, though, when he leans over the back of the couch and pushes his mouth against Tatsuya’s, his tongue between Tatsuya’s lips, hard and fast and without breath, in a way he knows Tatsuya can’t meet him physically, but if this is what Tatsuya’s got to give up—a brief dazed expression, another kiss returned, his lips swelling from being kissed so much, so hard, well. Better this than something he holds a little bit closer.