Ship: Kagami/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by kiyala Word Count: 430
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They'd gone home as a couple last time, almost. At least, together in the way they hadn’t been when they’d arrived, hands all over each other, alcohol mingling from their breaths, the bass line thumping in the soles of Taiga’s shoes long after they’d left the club, his body still tingling all over, especially where Tatsuya had been touching him. It’s been a month since then and they haven’t gone out; Taiga would say it’s because they’re too enamored of each other and that might be true. Specifically, they’re caught up in looking and touching, something they haven’t been explicitly allowed to do this way with each other before and there’s years of catching up to do there.
But there’s years of catching up on clubbing as a couple, too, of not just going home with their hands all over each other but getting ready together, picking outfits and giving each other approving looks in various states of half dress, pregaming together and Taiga kissing off cheap vodka as it runs down Tatsuya’s chin, then kissing his nose and then his mouth, bitter and numb with alcohol. It feels good when they can both feel like hot messes, when Tatsuya’s still pretending to be in total control but he really isn’t, steady on his feet but looking at Taiga like his gaze is being dragged across Taiga’s skin and Taiga understands the meaning of eyes raking across your body, because yeah, that’s what it feels like, a pleasant scrape like Tatsuya’s filed-down fingernails against his skin.
They don’t dance with anyone else; they don’t have to, matching each other’s steps one to one, bodies grinding together, Taiga spinning Tatsuya in his arms so they can bump and dance like they’re teenagers trying to get racy at a middle school dance, except they didn’t have dubstep when they were in middle school and they were both twenty times as awkward (which for Tatsuya isn’t all that much, but still, or maybe that had just been Taiga’s perception at the age of twelve). Right now, Taiga’s probably an awkward drunk but he doesn’t give a shit, kissing up and down Tatsuya’s jawline in time with the music to make him laugh and grind his ass harder up against Taiga. Taiga squeezes it in his hand, and they both sigh at once, and yeah there’s a reason they don’t do this, maybe, because now all Taiga wants to be is home where he can press sloppy kisses all over Tatsuya’s body and hum the shitty dubstep on the speakers in his head.
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: 430
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They'd gone home as a couple last time, almost. At least, together in the way they hadn’t been when they’d arrived, hands all over each other, alcohol mingling from their breaths, the bass line thumping in the soles of Taiga’s shoes long after they’d left the club, his body still tingling all over, especially where Tatsuya had been touching him. It’s been a month since then and they haven’t gone out; Taiga would say it’s because they’re too enamored of each other and that might be true. Specifically, they’re caught up in looking and touching, something they haven’t been explicitly allowed to do this way with each other before and there’s years of catching up to do there.
But there’s years of catching up on clubbing as a couple, too, of not just going home with their hands all over each other but getting ready together, picking outfits and giving each other approving looks in various states of half dress, pregaming together and Taiga kissing off cheap vodka as it runs down Tatsuya’s chin, then kissing his nose and then his mouth, bitter and numb with alcohol. It feels good when they can both feel like hot messes, when Tatsuya’s still pretending to be in total control but he really isn’t, steady on his feet but looking at Taiga like his gaze is being dragged across Taiga’s skin and Taiga understands the meaning of eyes raking across your body, because yeah, that’s what it feels like, a pleasant scrape like Tatsuya’s filed-down fingernails against his skin.
They don’t dance with anyone else; they don’t have to, matching each other’s steps one to one, bodies grinding together, Taiga spinning Tatsuya in his arms so they can bump and dance like they’re teenagers trying to get racy at a middle school dance, except they didn’t have dubstep when they were in middle school and they were both twenty times as awkward (which for Tatsuya isn’t all that much, but still, or maybe that had just been Taiga’s perception at the age of twelve). Right now, Taiga’s probably an awkward drunk but he doesn’t give a shit, kissing up and down Tatsuya’s jawline in time with the music to make him laugh and grind his ass harder up against Taiga. Taiga squeezes it in his hand, and they both sigh at once, and yeah there’s a reason they don’t do this, maybe, because now all Taiga wants to be is home where he can press sloppy kisses all over Tatsuya’s body and hum the shitty dubstep on the speakers in his head.