Ship: Aomine/Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by kiyala Word Count: 416
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After all of it, after the bites in Tatsuya’s neck that are definitely going to show up in the next game they play, half from him; after all three of them come in sequence; after he’s had both Aomine’s and Tatsuya’s hands inside of him; after he’s watched Aomine ride Tatsuya halfway and had Aomine’s cock in to the back of his throat; after the lube is drying on his hands and the come on his stomach and he just feels gross; Taiga rolls off and onto the floor. The couch is big, but it’s not big enough for all of them at once, and if this was just a one off thing to sate his desires (when he can feel it building all over again looking at Tatsuya and Aomine spent and dirty and tangled in each other, the things he’s so shamefully imagined about them, only starring him, too) then he’d best get out of here.
“Stay,” Tatsuya says, reaching out to brush his fingers across Taiga’s knee.
His voice is softer than it had been when he’d asked that of Taiga before, not as firm but just as wanting. More as wanting, a deeper part of Tatsuya. His hand tangles in Aomine’s hair, his eye looks Taiga up and down, the shirt still pushed up to his chest just beginning to fall, the holes in his socks, the come on his stomach.
“The couch,” says Taiga.
“We can move to the bed,” says Tatsuya, patting Aomine’s ass. “Up.”
Aomine grunts, but Tatsuya disentangles himself and sits off, managing to avoid getting the couch dirty, and holds up his hand. Taiga pulls him to his feet, and Tatsuya keeps their hands together, still dirty.
“We should shower,” says Taiga.
“Later,” says Tatsuya, kissing his shoulder.
Aomine doesn’t follow them just yet, and Taiga takes Tatusya in. Naked, face a bit flushed, still so beautiful, only now Taiga doesn’t feel guilty for looking.
“What took you so long?” Tatsuya says.
“I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea,” Taiga says. “Like I wanted to take this from you.”
“Oh, Taiga,” Tatsuya says, his voice suddenly just a bit sad, which for Tatsuya means misery deeper than the Marianas Trench, and no, not now when everything is good.
“Because I don’t,” Taiga says. “I’m glad you asked.”
He squeezes Tatsuya’s hand; Tatsuya looks up at him and Aomine, finally caught up, drops one arm around each of their shoulders.
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: 416
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After all of it, after the bites in Tatsuya’s neck that are definitely going to show up in the next game they play, half from him; after all three of them come in sequence; after he’s had both Aomine’s and Tatsuya’s hands inside of him; after he’s watched Aomine ride Tatsuya halfway and had Aomine’s cock in to the back of his throat; after the lube is drying on his hands and the come on his stomach and he just feels gross; Taiga rolls off and onto the floor. The couch is big, but it’s not big enough for all of them at once, and if this was just a one off thing to sate his desires (when he can feel it building all over again looking at Tatsuya and Aomine spent and dirty and tangled in each other, the things he’s so shamefully imagined about them, only starring him, too) then he’d best get out of here.
“Stay,” Tatsuya says, reaching out to brush his fingers across Taiga’s knee.
His voice is softer than it had been when he’d asked that of Taiga before, not as firm but just as wanting. More as wanting, a deeper part of Tatsuya. His hand tangles in Aomine’s hair, his eye looks Taiga up and down, the shirt still pushed up to his chest just beginning to fall, the holes in his socks, the come on his stomach.
“The couch,” says Taiga.
“We can move to the bed,” says Tatsuya, patting Aomine’s ass. “Up.”
Aomine grunts, but Tatsuya disentangles himself and sits off, managing to avoid getting the couch dirty, and holds up his hand. Taiga pulls him to his feet, and Tatsuya keeps their hands together, still dirty.
“We should shower,” says Taiga.
“Later,” says Tatsuya, kissing his shoulder.
Aomine doesn’t follow them just yet, and Taiga takes Tatusya in. Naked, face a bit flushed, still so beautiful, only now Taiga doesn’t feel guilty for looking.
“What took you so long?” Tatsuya says.
“I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea,” Taiga says. “Like I wanted to take this from you.”
“Oh, Taiga,” Tatsuya says, his voice suddenly just a bit sad, which for Tatsuya means misery deeper than the Marianas Trench, and no, not now when everything is good.
“Because I don’t,” Taiga says. “I’m glad you asked.”
He squeezes Tatsuya’s hand; Tatsuya looks up at him and Aomine, finally caught up, drops one arm around each of their shoulders.
“We going to bed or what?”