Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: body horror, references to violence/gore to the eye Other Tags: monsterboy himuro Original Work:link by hatchbacks Word Count: 455
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The bathtub is barely big enough for Atsushi to fit in by himself, let alone with company. He's found that despite this fact, Tatsuya is always more likely to climb into the tub with him already sitting in it.
Tatsuya has no problem with making himself fit into small spaces; he does it all the time with his shell, and he does it against Atsushi's body too, sitting in the space between Atsushi's knees, leaning back against his chest and shutting his eyes, like he's exhausted just from this much.
Atsushi, for all that he loves to complain about being made to do things that he doesn't want to, never complains about this. He likes the gentle weight of Tatsuya leaning back against him, likes the way it feels to smooth his hands over Tatsuya's skin, washing away the stray granules of sand that stick to him stubbornly. There's even more in his hair, but Atsushi doesn't complain about those either, picking them out with the sort of patience that he doesn't typically reserve for anyone else, doesn't even reserve for Tatsuya outside of special occasions, or when it comes to things like these.
"Don't fall asleep," Atsushi warns, as he strokes his fingers through Tatsuya's hair to wash out the last of the sand.
"Mm, you're making it very difficult not to," Tatsuya replies, his eyes slipping shut as he leans into Atsushi's touch. "That feels really nice."
Atsushi presses a little harder with the tips of his fingers, so that it's a nice, firm massage. Tatsuya hums, tipping his head back, and Atsushi isn't afraid of pressing down when he can feel how much Tatsuya's skin has already hardened again. He isn't going to find this painful. Even if he did, he's in that part of his moult cycle where he's more likely to seek it out than he is to avoid it.
Pulling Tatsuya's hair out of his face to wash the very last of it, Atsushi strokes his thumb across the stretch of skin that normally remains hidden. It never feels particularly good to the touch—just the same as it never looks particularly good either—and Atsushi doesn't let himself forget this. The result of his impatience, he thinks to himself, gently brushing Tatsuya's hair back into place once he's satisfied that it's clean. A lesson on why he should learn to better control himself.
He likes to think that he's trying.
"Done," he murmurs, and bends down to press a kiss to Tatsuya's forehead. He's immediately embarrassed, looking away and nudging at Tatsuya. "Okay. Bath time over. That's it."
Tatsuya smiling as he climbs out of the tub, and he's still smiling when he gets back into his shell.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: body horror, references to violence/gore to the eye
Other Tags: monsterboy himuro
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 455
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The bathtub is barely big enough for Atsushi to fit in by himself, let alone with company. He's found that despite this fact, Tatsuya is always more likely to climb into the tub with him already sitting in it.
Tatsuya has no problem with making himself fit into small spaces; he does it all the time with his shell, and he does it against Atsushi's body too, sitting in the space between Atsushi's knees, leaning back against his chest and shutting his eyes, like he's exhausted just from this much.
Atsushi, for all that he loves to complain about being made to do things that he doesn't want to, never complains about this. He likes the gentle weight of Tatsuya leaning back against him, likes the way it feels to smooth his hands over Tatsuya's skin, washing away the stray granules of sand that stick to him stubbornly. There's even more in his hair, but Atsushi doesn't complain about those either, picking them out with the sort of patience that he doesn't typically reserve for anyone else, doesn't even reserve for Tatsuya outside of special occasions, or when it comes to things like these.
"Don't fall asleep," Atsushi warns, as he strokes his fingers through Tatsuya's hair to wash out the last of the sand.
"Mm, you're making it very difficult not to," Tatsuya replies, his eyes slipping shut as he leans into Atsushi's touch. "That feels really nice."
Atsushi presses a little harder with the tips of his fingers, so that it's a nice, firm massage. Tatsuya hums, tipping his head back, and Atsushi isn't afraid of pressing down when he can feel how much Tatsuya's skin has already hardened again. He isn't going to find this painful. Even if he did, he's in that part of his moult cycle where he's more likely to seek it out than he is to avoid it.
Pulling Tatsuya's hair out of his face to wash the very last of it, Atsushi strokes his thumb across the stretch of skin that normally remains hidden. It never feels particularly good to the touch—just the same as it never looks particularly good either—and Atsushi doesn't let himself forget this. The result of his impatience, he thinks to himself, gently brushing Tatsuya's hair back into place once he's satisfied that it's clean. A lesson on why he should learn to better control himself.
He likes to think that he's trying.
"Done," he murmurs, and bends down to press a kiss to Tatsuya's forehead. He's immediately embarrassed, looking away and nudging at Tatsuya. "Okay. Bath time over. That's it."
Tatsuya smiling as he climbs out of the tub, and he's still smiling when he gets back into his shell.