Ship: Imayoshi/Susa Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by fickle Word Count: 455
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The door swings closed behind Momoi; Imayoshi’s still kissing Susa and it still feels pretty damn good. He tastes like toothpaste and tea, and somehow that’s surprising. What’s not surprising is the way he’s still kissing Susa but making him do all the work, and that gets annoying pretty quickly so Susa gently pushes him off.
“You know, if you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask.”
Imayoshi raises an eyebrow. “What makes you think I wanted to?”
“You were pretty enthusiastic,” says Susa. “Also I can think of like, a million other things to do with a fire extinguisher that would be better than pointing it at my head—which you’re still doing.”
“You don’t think I’d actually use it?” says Imayoshi, pouting his lips and damn it, he knows that’s somehow cute on a face like his.
Susa snorts. “I think you’d devise this whole elaborate plan coinciding with the birthday cake so that you could kiss me and play it off while killing two potential birds with one stone.”
“I can be direct,” says Imayoshi.
“Right,” says Susa. “Is that why you suddenly forgot how to do derivatives and made me teach you, in an effort to both flirt with me and annoy me?”
“That worked?” says Imayoshi. “Why didn’t you kiss me then?”
“You didn’t deserve it,” says Susa. “Just say what you want, okay?”
He maybe says that a little bit too loudly; Momoi’s footsteps creep nearer the kitchen door and he hears at least one trace of music behind a door fall away as if turned down so the listener can pay attention to whatever’s going on outside.
“Well,” says Imayoshi.
“Inside,” says Susa, opening the door to his room.
Imayoshi takes the bed without an invitation, which is so typical, but whatever. There’s room for Susa to sit down next to him, and the fire extinguisher rests on the ground between them. Susa sighs, curling his fingers around the bedspread and then Imayoshi leans over to kiss him again. This is a real kiss, without half-true premise and without props, just Imayoshi’s mouth on Susa’s. It feels nice; Susa relaxes into it and runs his tongue over Imayoshi’s lip and the front of his teeth; their noses brush against each other but it doesn’t feel overly awkward and—
Susa jerks back and swears as the fire alarm begins to sound; Imayoshi grabs the fire extinguisher and they rush out into the hall. Momoi is coughing and sputtering, emerging from the kitchen followed by a trail of grey smoke, and Susa doubts that even she will see the merit of serving a cake in whatever stuck-to-the-oven state it’s been left in.
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: 455
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The door swings closed behind Momoi; Imayoshi’s still kissing Susa and it still feels pretty damn good. He tastes like toothpaste and tea, and somehow that’s surprising. What’s not surprising is the way he’s still kissing Susa but making him do all the work, and that gets annoying pretty quickly so Susa gently pushes him off.
“You know, if you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask.”
Imayoshi raises an eyebrow. “What makes you think I wanted to?”
“You were pretty enthusiastic,” says Susa. “Also I can think of like, a million other things to do with a fire extinguisher that would be better than pointing it at my head—which you’re still doing.”
“You don’t think I’d actually use it?” says Imayoshi, pouting his lips and damn it, he knows that’s somehow cute on a face like his.
Susa snorts. “I think you’d devise this whole elaborate plan coinciding with the birthday cake so that you could kiss me and play it off while killing two potential birds with one stone.”
“I can be direct,” says Imayoshi.
“Right,” says Susa. “Is that why you suddenly forgot how to do derivatives and made me teach you, in an effort to both flirt with me and annoy me?”
“That worked?” says Imayoshi. “Why didn’t you kiss me then?”
“You didn’t deserve it,” says Susa. “Just say what you want, okay?”
He maybe says that a little bit too loudly; Momoi’s footsteps creep nearer the kitchen door and he hears at least one trace of music behind a door fall away as if turned down so the listener can pay attention to whatever’s going on outside.
“Well,” says Imayoshi.
“Inside,” says Susa, opening the door to his room.
Imayoshi takes the bed without an invitation, which is so typical, but whatever. There’s room for Susa to sit down next to him, and the fire extinguisher rests on the ground between them. Susa sighs, curling his fingers around the bedspread and then Imayoshi leans over to kiss him again. This is a real kiss, without half-true premise and without props, just Imayoshi’s mouth on Susa’s. It feels nice; Susa relaxes into it and runs his tongue over Imayoshi’s lip and the front of his teeth; their noses brush against each other but it doesn’t feel overly awkward and—
Susa jerks back and swears as the fire alarm begins to sound; Imayoshi grabs the fire extinguisher and they rush out into the hall. Momoi is coughing and sputtering, emerging from the kitchen followed by a trail of grey smoke, and Susa doubts that even she will see the merit of serving a cake in whatever stuck-to-the-oven state it’s been left in.