Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: Sexual Content Other Tags: None Original Work:link by hatchbacks Word Count: 435
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Atsushi doesn't understand the way that he feels.
It's cute to watch, Tatsuya thinks to himself as he continues to do absolutely nothing to help Atsushi along to the conclusion that they're both waiting for. He doesn't understand the concept of caring like this, he doesn't know what it is about Tatsuya that pulls the feeling out of him, and the very thought of that fills Tatsuya with a very selfish kind of pride. He likes being the only one who can make Atsushi listen to what he has to say, long past the point where he would have told anyone else to shut up, or simply would have walked away. He likes being the one that can push Atsushi into trying, when it comes to sports, or anything else that Tatsuya might care about, just because he wants Tatsuya to pay him the same level of attention that he's paying to something else.
Most of all, he likes the helpless way that Atsushi will look at him sometimes without even realising; like he doesn't know what he's feeling but he's simply accepted it as a fact of life now, that this is how he feels for Tatsuya and it's not going to change. This isn't about power or control to Tatsuya, and it might very well be one of the only things that isn't, but he loves the feeling that Atsushi gives him, the satisfaction of caring about someone so deeply and not expecting anything in return, only to be pleasantly surprised.
When they end up in Atsushi's bed, Tatsuya knows that Atsushi still doesn't quite understand. He's working off his instincts, though, and despite his laziness, despite how much effort he puts into not caring about anything at all, Tatsuya knows that Atsushi's instincts are good, that he trusts them, that he's doing this because he knows that he wants to.
Tatsuya can taste it in his kisses, lips crushed against Tatsuya's with a little too much force, just this side of painful. Perhaps Tatsuya should have expected that Atsushi would have kissed like this, and he definitely should have known that he'd like it, but both things manage to catch him by surprise.
Atsushi's hands are demanding, grasping at Tatsuya's arms, at his skin, greedy and explorative. Tatsuya opens up for him, lets Atsushi take everything that he wants and then some, letting him figure this out for himself.
When he wakes up the next morning in Atsushi's arms, to the feeling of their foreheads pressed against each other, Atsushi stroking his fingers down Tatsuya's back, he knows that it's worked out.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 435
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Atsushi doesn't understand the way that he feels.
It's cute to watch, Tatsuya thinks to himself as he continues to do absolutely nothing to help Atsushi along to the conclusion that they're both waiting for. He doesn't understand the concept of caring like this, he doesn't know what it is about Tatsuya that pulls the feeling out of him, and the very thought of that fills Tatsuya with a very selfish kind of pride. He likes being the only one who can make Atsushi listen to what he has to say, long past the point where he would have told anyone else to shut up, or simply would have walked away. He likes being the one that can push Atsushi into trying, when it comes to sports, or anything else that Tatsuya might care about, just because he wants Tatsuya to pay him the same level of attention that he's paying to something else.
Most of all, he likes the helpless way that Atsushi will look at him sometimes without even realising; like he doesn't know what he's feeling but he's simply accepted it as a fact of life now, that this is how he feels for Tatsuya and it's not going to change. This isn't about power or control to Tatsuya, and it might very well be one of the only things that isn't, but he loves the feeling that Atsushi gives him, the satisfaction of caring about someone so deeply and not expecting anything in return, only to be pleasantly surprised.
When they end up in Atsushi's bed, Tatsuya knows that Atsushi still doesn't quite understand. He's working off his instincts, though, and despite his laziness, despite how much effort he puts into not caring about anything at all, Tatsuya knows that Atsushi's instincts are good, that he trusts them, that he's doing this because he knows that he wants to.
Tatsuya can taste it in his kisses, lips crushed against Tatsuya's with a little too much force, just this side of painful. Perhaps Tatsuya should have expected that Atsushi would have kissed like this, and he definitely should have known that he'd like it, but both things manage to catch him by surprise.
Atsushi's hands are demanding, grasping at Tatsuya's arms, at his skin, greedy and explorative. Tatsuya opens up for him, lets Atsushi take everything that he wants and then some, letting him figure this out for himself.
When he wakes up the next morning in Atsushi's arms, to the feeling of their foreheads pressed against each other, Atsushi stroking his fingers down Tatsuya's back, he knows that it's worked out.