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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Aomine_Daiki/Kagami_Taiga/Kuroko_Tetsuya, Aomine_Daiki/Kuroko_Tetsuya,
      Kagami_Taiga/Kuroko_Tetsuya
  Character:
      Kagami_Taiga, Kuroko_Tetsuya, Aomine_Daiki
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Polyamory, Sex_Games
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-01 Words: 4343
****** Kings For A Day ******
by bmouse
Summary
     “Nice! Four month anniversary and Tetsu’s breaking out the kinky sex
     games~”
     “This is just like this kid’s game that’s played back in America.
     It’s called ‘Kings for a Day,’ it’s for camp sleepovers and stuff.”
     “Well we’re about to have a ‘sleepover’ aren’t we?” Aomine snorted
     into his own hand, eyes crinkling. “Betcha Bakagami still ends up on
     the bottom.”
Notes
     You know I was a strict KagaKuro only shipper and then there's that
     bit in the anime where Aomine cries because he finally understands
     that he lost his Tetsu, and it was his own damn fault, and his heart
     is broken, and I was just like 'OK u know what, fine. I can't take
     this. FINE. get in there, you sad bastard! be happy!'
     And then my friend dared me to write fluffy 'Kuroko and his two
     boyfriends' porn and ta-daa~
The first thing Aomine said when he walked through the door was "Man, we are
gonna to have so much sex this weekend!~"
Kagami, who'd been sitting peacefully at the kitchen counter( thankfully not
drinking anything) and flipping through the latest issue of Sports Illustrated
thought ‘Wow, divine providence has got me covered.’ He rolled the magazine up
and just as he was picking out his smacking target (shoulder? or the ever-
popular upside the head?) Kuroko stepped out from behind Aomine’s back and beat
him to it.
This was a lot less effective than usual. Aomine just kept sort of sparkling at
them, like he’d managed to catch some horrible glittery meta-disease from too
many one-on-ones with Kise. As Kuroko withdrew his hand and slightly raised his
eyebrows, Aomine just grinned wider and looked happier - as if knife-hand to
the ribs was right on par with like, five minutes of reasonably tender
frenching.
“Thanks for having us.” Kuroko said politely, to the apartment in general, and
put his overnight bag next to the umbrella stand.
Kagami tracked it with his eyes, feeling a tingling unfurl in his gut. He had a
goddamn pavlovian reaction to that old Adidas bag by now. He knew that it would
have Kuroko’s shampoo that he would rub into his soft wet hair and rinse off
after having him in the shower, and his spare uniform that he would button up
over the weekend’s marks on Monday morning.
Aomine barely brought anything over because the lazy bastard just ended up
wearing Kagami’s clothes. That was a whole other thing.
Now usually there was some kind of preliminary something. After all, they’d
been friends first, all of them (though Ahomine still had his sulky moods where
he loudly denied being friends with Kagami before hopping on his dick. But the
guy owed him like 5,000 yen from a series of lunch dates (that heinitiated, no
less). And more importantly Aomine still hadn’t asked for his shoes back from
the time he’d lent them to himfive months ago. So plausible deniability was
right fucking out). Usually there’d be video games or a movie or some other
kind of PG-rated wholesome activity before someone’s dignity snapped (Aomine’s
usually, and yeah, OK, sometimes his own and very rarely Kuroko’s, at which
point the two of them were reallyin for it) and things went to the bedroom.
But today Aomine was extra impatient. He did one of his stupidly graceful b-boy
pirouette things around Kuroko( who was historically wise to his shit) and went
straight for Kagami like a starved alley cat, planting himself right up in his
face, nose to nose, still grinning all wide and sunny, smelling like asphalt
and sweat.
Bastard probably thought he looked charming. Well, a little. At least until he
finished thoroughly kissing Kagami ‘hello’ and opened his mouth.
“So heeey, Bakagamiii~, you being the gracious host and all… How ‘bout you bend
over?”
Kagami did that lift-from-the-hip thing Kiyoshi-sempai had taught him last year
and sent Aomine falling over the back of the couch, sprawling on the cushions
ass over teakettle, his socked feet left dangling in the air, his face stupid
with surprise.
Kuroko leaned against the top of the couch, surveying the Aomine limbs-
everywhere yard sale. There was only a bare handful of people in Tokyo who
could read the expression on his face but Kagami knew he was giggling on the
inside, it was something about the scrunch of his nose. Kagami himself straight
up guffawed. At least until Aomine decided to get his revenge by arching up
like a caterpillar, trying to put his gross smelly socks in his face.
“Actually, I have an idea that should help formalize the weekend’s…
arrangements.” Kuroko said, which got both of their attention right quick.
This turned out to be three old popsicle sticks, each one with one of their
names on it, stuck inside of a paper soda cup with a thin square hole cut
through the top. The gist of it was: someone would shake the cup like it was a
shrine fortune teller, the popsicle sticks would fall out in order, and the two
on top could make the last guy do pretty much anything.
“We have three days so three chances for anyone to win, and then no one can
complain.” Kuroko explained with a pointed look in Aomine’s direction.
“Nice! Four month anniversary and Tetsu’s breaking out the kinky sex games~”
“This is just like this kid’s game that’s played back in America. It’s called
‘Kings for a Day,’ it’s for camp sleepovers and stuff.”
“Well we’re about to have a ‘sleepover’ aren’t we?” Aomine snorted into his own
hand, eyes crinkling. “Betcha Bakagami still ends up on the bottom.”
“We’ll see, won’t we.” Kuroko said, in that low-key but steely way he had when
he was plotting something.
Pretty please let Ahomine’s name come out last.Kagami willed at the cup. Maybe
that was part of the plan, Kuroko knew all these sneaky sleight-of-hand tricks,
maybe he could...
But no. Kuroko was really too straightforward, and the results proved it: when
he shook the cup their names fell out first and his was last. Oh. Oh.
"Hoist on my own petard, huh? I suppose I got too far ahead of myself." Kuroko
said with a wry smile before clapping his hands together. "Fair’s fair, but
first we’re going out. I refuse to be sort of teenage degenerate who misses a
sunny day off because of his libido."
Kagami and Aomine looked at each other over his head, negotiating a full truce
in a split second with a series of looks. There were more important things in
play now than who had thrown whom over the couch. If he was ‘sparkling’ before
Aomine was damn near incandescent now. Kagami was man enough to admit that he
was probably doing something similar.
"Sure, sure, " they both agreed, way too quickly, "whatever you feel like
doing!”
So that’s why Kagami briefly snuck away to the bathroom to splash water on his
face and to tell the insistent semi that had sprung up at the thought of Kuroko
doing whatever they wanted (Aomine’s bragging to the contrary, here’s a hint as
to who usually topped: not them) to wait, dammitand behave itself. Aomine just
left his halfway boner-hang out until Kuroko pinched the back of his hand ‘for
the sake of public decency’ and it wilted.
Outside the weather was nice for once - a day-after-the-rain crispness on
everything, even though puddles were still standing on the courts (not that it
would have stopped either of them but Kuroko gave them a knowing look and
dragged them away muttering about ‘idiot boyfriends who want broken ankles’).
They went to the arcade instead, and Kagami bust a gut laughing when Aomine got
stuck at one of the claw machines, feeding coin after coin into it, his face
getting twisted up, his forehead growing lines in a whole different way from
his ‘I’m a sad lonely asshole’-forehead lines. These made him look like an
overgrown twelve-year-old and maybe that’s why Kuroko took pity on him and took
over the game and finally won him the plush.
After that Kagami couldn’t help himself and said that Aomine just needed
glasses and he could be Midorima - a big tough guy walking around tenderly
cradling a stuffed animal like that, and for the next ten minutes Aomine tried
to stuff the fuzzy red lobster or shrimp or whatever-it-was down the back of
Kagami’s sweatshirt. Joke was on him though, once he managed it Kagami just
acted cool and said that it was fine since his neck was cold anyway. God,
Aomine was easy once you knew him. It was a little embarrassing now, how often
Kagami had fallen for his shit before.
For half of the walk home Kagami’s neck was nice and warm while Aomine fumed
and made faces like Kagami was stealing his baby or something. In the end
Kagami gave it back to him, cause he was nice like that. Aomine then stuffed it
down the front of hissweatshirt to make a lump and proudly said that he had
‘crayfish boobs.’ Kuroko snorted and flourished his phone in a suspicious
fashion. He’d probably been taking pictures the entire time.
When they got home they all took showers. ‘Separately,’ as Kuroko had insisted
with a slightly evil glint in his eye. Good thing Kagami’s apartment building
was modern enough to keep the hot water coming. A weirdly endearing thing about
Ahomine was that his showers always took about ten thousand years, complete
with the loudest happy-moron stretching sounds ever known to man. How his team
could stand that was a mystery for the ages.
Aomine, having grabbed a pair of Kagami’s boxers like the no-boundaries
freeloading bastard he was, was now expansively taking up two thirds of the
couch. Faced with this Kagami had no choice but to steal Aomine’s sweatshirt,
zipping the comfy-worn fabric over his bare damp chest and consoling himself
with the fact that it sat just a little tighter on him in the shoulders.
The clock was at 4:48 when Kuroko wandered in, seemingly without a care in the
world blowing hot air in his face with a pocket hair dryer, wearing comfortable
pants and a faded ‘Teiko Middle School Cultural Festival’ t-shirt.
Kagami had to admire him (again) for a moment. If he’dcome out on the losing
end of some kind of sex-dare game with His Utmost Immature Dickishness Perv-
mine in play he would definitely be sweating a little.
“So, it’s five o’clock. What do my ‘Kings’ desire?” Kuroko deadpanned.
Kagami opened his mouth but Aomine beat him to it. He sat up straight and
grinned, cracking his knuckles theatrically.
"Well Tetsu, I was thinking we’d sit here and turn a game on and you’d suck us
off."
Kagami shut his mouth. He’d had a few soft-focus-fantasy kinds of ideas himself
but that. umm. worked. Yeah, that worked.
Meanwhile, Kuroko didn’t so much as blink.
"Which game?"
"The Celtics vs the Heat, tonight."
"But then I'll be missing it, because my back will be to the the TV."
"OK, OK, I'll DVR that one and put on the one from last week. The one with UNC
or something."
"All-right then, please wait a moment." Kuroko nodded decisively, like they’d
been negotiating where to eat or something else totally normal, and walked off
into the bedroom.
Kagami fiddled with the remote, turning on the TV and finding the DVR’d game on
auto-pilot, still kind of disbelieving about the whole thing. He snuck a glance
sideways - Aomine was putting his hands behind his head humming a little, smug
and shamelessly mostly-hard again in his borrowed boxers. It was one of the
pairs Kagami had gotten for Christmas, with silky fabric that felt too fancy
for everyday wear, too fancy for a guy like him in general. On Aomine they
looked perfect, like a softcore porn-y Calvin Klein ad.
Just his luck, Aomine caught him staring and smugly raised an eyebrow, splaying
his thighs comically wide to show it all off. Christ, how was he so into this
loser.
"You're doing laundry if you get those dirty.” Kagami said.
"Jeez, Bakagami! Get out of housewife-mode for a second, would ya?"
Kuroko came back in the room and whatever totally witty thing Kagami was going
to snap back kind of dried up with the roof of his mouth. Kuroko was wearing
the Cut Offs and nothing else.
The Cut-Offs were nigh legendary - a pair of Kuroko’s old Teiko sweatpants that
had grown too old and too indecently tight after his third year growth spurt,
but that he’d refused to throw out in one of his secret fits of sentimental
mushyness. Instead he’d turned them into a pair of house shorts, butter-soft
and worn, trailing ragged threads at the hems and fitting him like a second
skin.They were completely indecent - the stretched waistband hanging low past
his hipbones and the material curving out with gentle obscenity over his
package.
No wonder the Cut Offs’ very existence had caused a double digit number of
Kagami’s awkward ‘figuring out my non-platonic feelings for my amazing partner’
boners and their discovery had made Aomine short-circuit in a fit of long-
delayed middle school lust. Kuroko was a guy who knew the value of subtlety and
only broke them out once in a blue moon, usually cutting their sheer sexual
devastation with a side order of one of their oversized T-shirts.
"Sorry for the wait, I was just getting into character. This is the closest
thing to a nubile BL bottom outfit I could find."
Kagami choked on air.
The way Kuroko said it, clasping his hands demurely in front of himself and
looking at them through his bangs could almost be mistaken for shy. But little
sparks of challenge were lurking in his eyes. Kagami knew that look from the
court. It said 'hey, you asked for it, so I am bringing.'
"Shit! Holy shit, Tetsu! Taking out all the stops huh?, Fuck!”
If ‘devouring with your eyes’ was actually a literal thing little bite marks
would be appearing all over Kuroko from the way Aomine was looking at him.
“OK, I am seriously gonna die if we don’t get started, so... You know…” Aomine
made a twirly gesture that was probably meant to be commanding and Kagami
thought looked super dumb. “Kneel."
“Uhhh, you want a pillow?” Kagami asked. From bitter experience he knew that
the living room carpet was a little too stylishly thin to be comfortable..
"Yes, thank you. I suppose I'll be on my knees for a while."
And OK he couldn’t make fun of Ahomine and his hair trigger anymore, not when
his head got light and floaty as all his blood went south. Or maybe the floaty-
ness was from the sweet smile his partner gave him when he accepted the couch
pillow and willingly went to his knees.
Behind him, the tv blared on at half-volume. The light it cast made Kuroko into
some kind of otherworldly creature - an incubus from an urban legend; be
careful watching basketball games late at night or a really cute, soulful-eyed
ghost boy will show up and suck your spirit out through your dick. God, the
blood really had left his brain.
Aomine let out a long breath, leaning back all-fake casual even as his fingers
dug little dents into the armrest. His other hand snuck down off the back of
the couch and found Kagami's hand, interlaced their fingers, squeezed. Down on
the floor Kuroko tried to hide one of his rare wide smiles with the tilt of his
chin.
"Bet you I'll last longer." Aomine crowed, because he clinically couldn’t do
sweet things without immediately being an ass in some other way.
"Watch the game, dumbass."
In the spirit of the thing Kagami tried to watch the TV, or at least tried to
pretend that he was watching it and not anticipating something with every
breath.Tried and mostly failed.
It was too easy to get distracted away from the pre-game chit-chat by the
stream of sparkly dust motes in the air, the way Kuroko's hair still looked
damp in a few places. Like always, he had this profound urge to put his hand
there and muss it up, maybe thumb the stupidly cute (and hella sensitive)
hidden edges of Kuroko’s ears but no, they were trying to play it cool.
So instead he held Aomine's hand and watched the Tar Heels dance around the
Wolfpack in the first minute of the first quarter with his best stoic face, at
least until he felt a familiar cool hand plant itself firmly on the inside seam
of his sweats and he jumped in his seat. Ahomine snickered, but surreptitiously
stroked his thumb along his palm at the same time, like - 'That Tetsu, what can
you do?'
Then Aomine made his own shocked sound - pervert that he was, he'd left the
front of the silky boxers unbuttoned and so Kuroko had just reached between his
legs and pulled him out into the light. The white-orange glare from the TV
outlined his dick harshly, catching on the bit of wet at the tip, catching on
Kuroko's pink tongue as he ducked in for a taste.
Kagami tore his eyes away (because there was something weirdly hot about
notlooking, and because he wanted to last longer than two minutes, dammit) and
instead watched Aomine’s face change, watched it do that little lip-scrunch
nostril-flare thing that he probably thought was hella manly and was just one
of his tells for 'if I had lighter skin, my cheeks would be on fire.'
That was a question for the ages wasn’t it - if an Aomine blushed in a semi-
darkened room, how could you tell?
It didn’t matter. Even when he was trying to be tough and quiet Aomine gave
himself up, gave himself away in a dozen ways. But dammit Kagami could
hearthings - licking sounds, Kuroko’s light, even breaths speeding up. Fuck. So
that experiment in willpower lasted all of 3 seconds, didn’t it? He gave up and
looked down.
Kuroko wasn't even blushing yet. Even though Aomine always leaked like he was
dying for it - 110% straight out the gate, and Kuroko’s lips were getting
sowet.
Kagami made a noise that might have been yearning.
Kuroko heard him. His hand rubbed a comforting circle into Kagami’s inner thigh
before it moved higher, traced the hard shape of him under the cloth - fond and
proprietary. He undid the drawstring of Kagami’s sweats one-handed (hell of a
thing to do with half-closed eyes and a full mouth) and pulled them down with
an impatient tug, curling a hand around the base, holding him steady as he
pulled off Aomine with a slick sound and bent his head down. His soft bangs
tickled Kagami’s skin.
Kagami’s shoved his free hand into his mouth but it didn’t quite muffle the
helpless moan that came out of his throat. His toes curled into the carpet.
The thing was, Kuroko was normal sized. Hell, he was technically a tick above
average, but not with the two of them around for scale. Next to them he was
small, with his small flat nose and small strong hands and his small mouth that
looked even smaller when he used it on them. Now it stretched around the tips
of them, one, and then the other, softly almost lazily like he had no idea
about the huffs through the nose or the squirming that he was causing further
up on the couch or how Aomine did his damnest to break Kagami’s hand when he
let him have the slightest scrape of teeth.
He switched back to Kagami for a beat or two, or a century, his mouth slack and
wet and messy - just how Kagami liked it, and fuck playing cool, he had to
close the circuit, to rub his hand over his boy’s neck and cradle the back of
his head, the way he'd first learned to in the locker room, to protect Kuroko
from the metal of the locker doors after practice when Kagami was just
dyingwith the extra energy and Kuroko was the best guy, just the kindest, and
gave him his mouth.
Those small lips were more visible now, pinked up with friction, shiny with
precome and spit, and when Kagami forgot himself and pushed, just a little,
lifting his hips and fitting another half-inch of himself in, feeling the start
of his throat Kuroko made a pleased sound, his first of the night.
He heard Aomine swear and saw the way he grabbed his dick, squeezing tightly
before guiding it against Kuroko's cheek, leaving tacky smears that glinted in
the light. And normally this would get him a glare and a ‘wait your turn’ but
they’d won the game hadn’t they, because Kuroko just fluttered his eyelashes
and made a soft sound of assent, still busy working Kagami with his throat
andlet him. He let Aomine and rub his dick on his face and against his jaw with
a kind of gentle desperation( let him make breathy, overwhelmed whining sounds
right into Kagami’s ear) and when Kuroko let Kagami go for a moment, turning
his head, lips open, seeking, Aomine yelped “Ahhhh! Fuck, Tetsu!” and came.
Coming down Aomine was panting so hard the leather behind him was creaking and
Kagami didn’t care because Kuroko had stopped, blinking in surprise as drops of
come landed on his throat and collarbone, watching Aomine shake while Kagami
was needy and liquid and burning up all at once.
"Goddamn, m'sorry, here-"
Aomine reached out a still-shaking hand, the dirty one, interlaced it with
Kagami’s in their boyfriend’s hair to tilt his head back down, to hold him
steady...
Kagami lost it.
He braced his heels into the floor, slipping into that warm, perfect mouth
again, pushing upward and a little rougher in the face of Kuroko’s now-red
cheeks, his greedy, approving moan, thrusting until he couldn’t stop himself
and every spring in him uncoiled and let go.
---
“So, which half do you want?“ Kagami said after he could talk again.
“Top half.”
“Fine by me.”
As one they reached down and scooped Kuroko up, pulling him onto the couch and
into their laps.
Aomine went for his mouth immediately, licking sloppily across his shiny lips
and then diving in tongue-first, laughing a little in the face of Kuroko’s
primly wrinkling nose as he half-heartedly tried to turn his head away. Oh like
he’d never kissed themwith a little come in his mouth before, he got fussy
about the funniest shit.
Two seconds later Kuroko was red-faced and bending into the kiss in spite of
himself. His chest was heaving, his thighs were rubbing together unconsciously
in Kagami’s lap and he still had Aomine’s jizz in his hair.
At least that was Kagami’s excuse for suddenly turning into a goddamn statue.
His hands couldn’t seem to do anything but hold Kuroko steady as he watched
Aomine lick down his throat, humming as he cleaned the little patch of come on
his collarbone before moving down, laying sucking kisses across his chest,
teasing the peaked little nipples. But slow and gentle, for once in his life,
the way he only got afterwards.
“Tetsu has the sweetest little tits, doesn’t he?” he crooned in between licks,
voice syrup-slow and satisfied.
“You’re delusional.” Kuroko managed to gasp.
Aomine smirked before bending back down, tongue flicking out a little harder..
Kuroko grit his teeth out of sheer contrariness but his little bitten-off moans
were the same as most guys flat-out screaming and Kagami saw his dick move in
his shorts.
Aomine really was delusional tough. There wasn’t enough fat on Kuroko’s pecs to
have anything even remotely boob-like happening, there wasn’t enough fat on all
of him in general. Just a tiny little bit, grimly hanging on through post-
tournament training in the bottom curves of his ass.
Now that his hands were getting signals from his brain again, Kagami slipped
them directly up the back of the famously easy-access cut-offs, squeezing,
cupping. Yeah, there.
Since he was squirming and distracted it was easy to get a good grip on his
ass, to lift Kuroko up so he could press his nose into his waistband, mouth the
tip of him through the threadbare front. It would serve him right wouldn’t it,
if Kagami just left him there and breathed and barely gave him anything to rub
up against while Aomine worked him over up top. But that was all talk. Kagami
never had the heart to tease him, not when he was really on the edge like this,
twisting between their hands, so damn pretty and flushed.
So instead he pulled that stretched out waistband down with his teeth, because
Kuroko had looked so cool doing that earlier, got as much of him into his mouth
as he could take. And then, because he knew what it took, what would get him
there faster, he adjusted the grip of his hands, let his fingers stroke down
between the cheeks of Kuroko’s ass, pressed the pad of his thumb into the small
pink furl of his hole as he hollowed his cheeks.
Kuroko arched, whimpering through his teeth like he was being electrocuted.
The both of them held him steady, for grounding, but also so that they wouldn’t
get accidentally elbowed in the head.
Somewhere in there Kagami swallowed. It wasn’t so bad when it was fresh( it had
to be all those milkshakes) and then he got kind of carried away licking
Kuroko’s dick clean, licking up along the fine trail of pale blue hair, around
the rim of his flat little navel, along his hip where there wasn’t even any
come, just sweat. He bit there, gently, just because he could.
Kuroko was way too limp to resist anyway. He was trembling, which both he and
Aomine knew better than to bring up. Instead they moved even closer on the
couch, rearranging Kuroko to fit between them, gathering him up in a nest of
greedily roaming arms, each touching the parts they couldn’t get to before.
It was warm, despite the AC. Aomine’s chin melted into his shoulder. Kagami
kissed him on the ear, which would have freaked him out once but now just got
him a slow blink and a happy hum..
“I think... I would like a shower now.” Kuroko mumbled into Kagami’s neck.
“Part-time sexual slavery is surprisingly draining.”
Aomine, who had looked like he was about to start snoring, perked right the
hell back up. He and Kagami shot each other looks over the top of their
boyfriend’s head again. A shower huh? That had some possibilities didn’t it?
There was still half of ‘their’ night left.
Yeah, a shower sounded like a good next step.
~
 
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