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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Midorima_Shintarou/Takao_Kazunari
  Character:
      Midorima_Shintarou, Takao_Kazunari
  Additional Tags:
      midotaka_-_Freeform, body_piercings, piercing_kink, Basically_Porn
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-27 Words: 2441
****** Double Sensations ******
by nemuitaiga
Summary
     Midorima gets a piercing. Takao tries to find out what it is.
Notes
     Written for this prompt "Takao finds out Midorima has a tongue
     piercing [which he got because he lost a shogi game to Akashi or
     something] and thinks it’s incredibly sexy. Up to anon if Takao…
     finds a use for that piercing or not. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."
See the end of the work for more notes
Takao is suspicious.
Midorima hasn’t spoken a word to him for the past few days, not even when Takao
had accidentally dropped his lucky item (a small stuffed elephant in an
alarming shade of purple) once and messed up his passes during practice this
week. He wonders if Midorima is angry at him; after all, he had ignored all of
Takao’s calls the past weekend, responding only once via text with a curt I am
busy which left no doubt that he didn’t want any company.
(Takao is used to Midorima’s idiosyncrasies by now and has learned to be
patient with Shutoku’s ace shooter, even if Miyaji still threatens to hit him
with a pineapple now and again whenever he starts to annoy the rest the of
team. But it still stings a little whenever Midorima shuts him out and refuses
to trust him with his problems.)
Intent on getting some answers, Takao waits until everyone else has gone home
after Friday’s practice, leaving Midorima alone to finish taping up his
fingers. He closes the locker room door behind him and locks it discreetly for
good measure, before throwing himself onto the bench next to Midorima.
“Practice was so tiring,” he complains loudly. Midorima says nothing, and
continues winding the white tape around his forefinger delicately.
Takao tries again. “Miyaji-san was really pissed off earlier, wasn’t he? I
thought he was going to kill me!” he says conversationally. He catches sight of
Midorima’s jaw twitching slightly, as if he wants to answer Takao sarcastically
but has decided against it at the last second.
He tries another tactic. “Shin-chan, where did you go last weekend?” Midorima’s
fingers falter in the middle of taping the fourth finger, and he looks up to
stare at Takao, first in surprise before the look is replaced by a guilty one.
He’s about to answer when his eyes grow hooded and his jaw tenses, and then
it’s back to square one: Takao = 0, Midorima = Complete Silence.
Takao sighs. If only he knew what went on in Midorima’s mind sometimes, it
would make things a lot easier. Not that it helped that Takao has been
practically in love with his teammate ever since he had seen him on the court,
graceful and beautiful, playing basketball as if it was an art form rather than
just a sport.
He tries again, this time letting a huge grin settle on his face, nudging
Midorima with an elbow (not too much, or else he’ll get smacked on the head for
ruining Midorima’s finger taping technique). “You can tell me,” he says slyly.
“Were you out on a date or something?” He holds his breath, hoping that
Midorima would say no.
“Why can’t you ever be quiet?” Midorima finally mumbles, sounding different
than usual, although slightly irritated. Takao resists the urge to fist-pump in
the air victoriously.
He realizes that Midorima hasn’t answered his question yet.
“So you did go out with someone?” Takao teases lightly, trying to ignore the
sinking feeling in his stomach.
Midorim’s ears turn red. “That is ridiculous,” he says, the tone of his voice
giving all the warning signs that if Takao is smart he should back off, right
now.
The problem with Takao is, he can never makes smart decisions whenever Midorima
is concerned.
“Come on, Shin-chan,” he continues, leaning closer to give Midorima a
conspiratorial wink, “Was it that girl in class who’s always asking you about
Oha Asa? Misa-kun, correct?”
“It was Akashi,” Midorima snaps, “and it was not a date, he had to be there to
make sure I —” and then he falters, sucking his breath in sharply before
clamping his mouth shut. But it’s too late, Takao has seen it, that glint of
silver in his mouth as Midorima had spoken, familiar to him only because he had
an ex-girlfriend who had a similar kink.
“Shin-chan, did you—” Takao is speechless. Midorima had been the last person he
would have expected to get his tongue pierced. “So that was why you couldn’t
talk to me this whole week?”
His entire face now red, Midorima turns his head away and refuses to look at
Takao. “I didn’t want you to find out and be disgusted,” Midorima mumbles out.
“I wanted to take it out, but Akashi said I had to wear it for a week.” He
sounds unhappy.
“Akashi?” Takao repeats, confused. Why would Midorima be taking orders from
Akashi? Unless— “Don’t tell me you’re both. You’re both -” he doesn’t let the
sentence finish, unable to bring himself to put into words that Midorima could
possibly belong to another.
Midorima turns around to face Takao and gives him a look that could probably
curdle milk. “Akashi and I played a game of shogi and I lost. The bet was for
the winner to choose an embarrassing act for the loser to perform.” His face
twists in distaste. “Akashi thought that my getting a piercing would accomplish
that.”
Takao tilts his head to one side. “And you thought that this was embarrassing?”
But then again, Midorima was always acting prim and proper around everyone
else. Of course Akashi would have known that his former teammate would find
something like this to be shameful.
“It isn’t proper,” Midorima argues. Now that Takao knows about the piercing, he
can understand why Midorima’s speech sounds odd, why there’s a muffled click as
silver barbell hits against his teeth. It takes awhile to adjust to having an
extra accessory in your own mouth, after all. “And it makes me look ridiculous
and serves no function at all.”
“I dunno,” Takao admits, before he can stop himself, “I think it’s pretty hot”
and then he clamps his hand over his mouth. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to say that
out loud.
A quick glance at Midorima’s face confirms that he had heard every single word.
“Ahhh, Shin-chan, it was, I was joking,” Takao tells him desperately.
Midorima freezes, his mouth open slightly as if he’s about to say something.
His face changes, from red to almost purple, and he turns back around to
continue taping his fingers. “I wish you would stop making fun of everything,”
Takao hears him say. “I thought you were always honest, especially with me. I
see I was wrong,” and all Takao can think of is how he’s completely messed
things up.
“Shin-chan,” he starts, but Midorima is standing up now, done with his fingers.
He looks down at Takao, who’s still seated on the bench.
“Don’t bother,” Midorima says haughtily, and Takao is thinking Fuck, fuck, he’s
going to leave me, tell me to go away, tell me to stop talking to him and logic
flies out the window as he grasps the front of Midorima’s shirt and pulls him
down closer.
Midorima lets out a surprised sound, which is muffled by the press of Takao’s
lips against Midorima’s mouth. He struggles, weakly, but Takao refuses to let
go, already having crossed that line from friendship to something more
terrifying and new that lies beyond it.
It’s just one kiss, one stolen second in the empty locker room of Shutoku, and
then Takao releases his hold on Midorima and pulls away, his heart beating fast
and his breath caught in his throat. If he had been afraid to admit to Midorima
his feelings before, he’s pretty sure that this would have sent a message, loud
and clear, to Midorima.
Midorima sits back down onto the bench, eyes wide open in surprise, his
trembling hand covering his mouth.
“I should go,” Takao says quietly, mistaking Midorima’s reaction for something
else. He’s about to get up when he finds his arm being gripped tightly, finds
himself being tugged back onto the bench. “What—” and then Midorima is kissing
him back.
Midorima kisses like he’s unsure, uncertain, with soft, gentle presses of his
lips against Takao. He doesn’t open his mouth, and Takao doesn’t want to push
him, knowing full well that if his tongue is pierced then it’s probably swollen
and still hurting and Takao doesn’t want to make him feel worse while kissing.
Instead, he lets his hands wander, sliding them around Midorima’s neck, running
his fingers through his hair, green and silky. Midorima lets out a little sigh,
breathing against Takao’s mouth and Takao feels like he could do this forever.
When they finally pull apart (mostly because Takao needs to breath and he’s
afraid that if he continues kissing Midorima, he’s going to end up with an
incredibly awkward boner at all the quiet, breathy sounds that Midorima is
making), Takao searches Midorima’s face for any sign of regret or an indication
that he’s not being serious about this.
He finds none of those, however, only an embarrassed and flushed face,
sweetened by the soft smile on Midorima’s lips.
Encouraged, Takao trails his fingers down Midorima’s face, tracing the
cheekbones, the curve of his jawline which are more delicate than he’d
imagined. Pressing his thumb against the side of his mouth, Takao whispers ,
“Can I see it?” and Midorima nods, once, before he shyly opens his mouth wider,
slipping out his tongue to reveal the piercing.
Takao studies it curiously; from this angle, he can see the silver ball resting
on top of Midorima’s tongue, nearly at the tip. He peers below the tongue,
noticing how the rod is pierced through the soft flesh, ending at the other
side of the with a similar looking silver ball stopper.
It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and Takao wishes that he could kiss
Midorima properly, feel the cold silver against his own tongue, to tug at it
with his own teeth. But not yet. Not now.
He’s not above a little teasing, however, and Takao leans closer to suck at
Midorima’s lower lip, tugging at it with his teeth before letting his tongue
run over it, soothing it. Midorima gasps.
“Kazunari,” he says, and Takao feels his heart skip a beat at hearing his first
name being called out like that, breathless and full of promises.
Feeling encouraged, Takao lets his fingers trail down across Midorima’s chest,
tracing the muscles that he’s seen countless times, that he’s yearned to touch
but was never allowed to. “I don’t know what you’ve been told,” Takao tells
Midorima very seriously, tugging his shirt up and revealing his chest, the hard
lines that made Takao wish he could map with his tongue all day, “but tongue
piercings aren’t just for show.” He leans in, licking the drop of sweat that
had begun to form on Midorima’s neck. “Do you want to know why?”
He can feel Midorima swallowing nervously, before he answers with a hoarse
“Yes”. Pleased, Takao slides down lower, and looks up at Midorima through his
lashes.
“With a tongue piercing, imagine that this,” he licks at Midorima’s nipple,
“will feel like this,” and he sucks at it, hard, as Midorima lets out a cry,
his hands clutching at Takao’s head.
Unperturbed, Takao continues sucking, teasing at the knob of flesh, using his
one hand to flick and tweak the other nipple. With his other free hand, he
reaches down and palms Midorima’s cock, feeling how hard and hot it is.
Releasing the nipple from his mouth, Takao looks at Midorima, whose eyes are
watching Takao intently, fill with lust. Takao slips his hand into Midorima’s
shorts, pulling out his cock, bringing his body down to closer to it. He can
hear Midorima sucking his breath in sharply.
“Did you know that with a pierced tongue, sensations are doubled, or even
tripled?” Takao asks, still keeping his voice low as he thumbs at the slit of
Midorima’s cock. “If I licked you right now, took you into my mouth, it would
be warm, and wet. But with a piercing, you would feel something else, something
hard pressing here,” and he presses just below the head, right at a specific
spot and watches Midorima whimper and clutch at his head as Takao slowly jacks
him off.
“Kazunari,” Midorima utters breathlessly, “please, can you- “
“Do you want more, Shintarou?” Takao asks, licking the drop of pre-come that’s
begun to form at the slit. The taste is salty, a little bitter, but not
unpleasant.
Midorima swallows once, twice, before he lets out a breathless “Please” and
Takao just smiles and takes him into his mouth.
It doesn’t take him long, and when Takao glances up he can see the piercing,
the way Midorima has given up all care at hiding it and how the silver metal is
flashing underneath the fluorescent lights of the locker room as he gasps and
clutches at Takao’s head, fucking upwards into his mouth as he comes.
Takao swallows as much as he can and tries not to grimace at the texture of
Midorima’s come in his mouth; perhaps he needs more practice at this if he’s
going to get used to giving Midorima any further blowjobs. But first, he needs
to take care of himself.
“What are you —” Midorima manages to gasp out as Takao sits up and pushes his
own shorts down to grip his cock.
“Sorry, I need to,” Takao says, stroking himself desperately. To his surprise,
Midorima lunges forward, pushing him onto his back before pulling his T-shirt
up to reveal his chest. He leans down, latching his lips around a nipple and
sucks at it hard. When he presses his tongue against it, Takao can feel it,
feel the metal piercing, hard and pressing against his already sensitive nipple
and he can’t hold it back much longer, and comes all over his hand.
Later, when they’ve finally cleaned themselves up and Midorima looks less
fucked out and a little more composed, he asks Takao a question which Takao had
been hoping to avoid.
“Ah. I’ve never actually experienced it before?” Takao admits. Midorima’s
eyebrows shoot up.
“So you were making it all up?” Midorima asks slowly, adjusting his glasses
which were askew.
Takao shakes his head hurriedly. “I wasn’t! Although, I might have read about
it on the internet,” he says sheepishly. “I’ve always kind of wondered what it
would feel like to have someone suck me off with a piercing on.”
Midorima’s face turns bright red at Takao’s candor. Takao can’t help but feel a
surge of affection as he declares while pretending to study the blank wall
ahead of him, “You won’t need to find out from anyone else but me from now on.”
Luckily for Takao, he doesn’t have to wait long. When Midorima’s pierced tongue
properly heals two weeks later, he corners Takao after basketball practice to
demonstrate exactly how good it feels.
End Notes
     *Don't own, don't sue. This is all fiction.
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