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works/4675199.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Akashi_Seijuurou/Mayuzumi_Chihiro
  Character:
      Akashi_Seijuurou, Mayuzumi_Chihiro
  Additional Tags:
      Intercrural_Sex, cross_dressing, i_wrote_this_too_fast_i'm_sinning
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-28 Words: 1465
****** in uniform ******
by strangulation
Summary
     It had been one week since the roof incident where Akashi offhandedly
     admitted to having the uniform to match the soft knee high socks he
     wore. Chihiro didn't want to admit that the rest of his nights that
     week became restless with thoughts of Akashi in short skirts, on his
     hands and knees. He wasn't expecting that in practically no time he
     would be dragged from the roof to "help his captain clean up the
     storage area," finding Akashi moments later in said uniform and
     pressing into him hard.
Notes
     This is a kinda sequel to the other mayuaka fic I wrote but you don't
     have to read that first or anything it's just two horny boys fucking
     in a gym storage room.
     I'm not sure why I was struck with the need to write this at 4 in the
     morning but I started my day fresh by writing this the moment I woke
     up, sorry for any editing errors.
They were making out heavily now, the hard lines of Akashi's body pressing him
up against a stack of gym mats. Chihiro had seen this scenario countless times
in the books he read, the tremblingly shy heroine pressed softly against the
guy she liked after having snuck away to the gym storage room to get a little
more handsy. The dark and solitude of the room giving them the courage to touch
each other a little less sparingly, and delight in each gasp they rendered from
one another's lips. However, Akashi, despite somehow acquiring the girl's
uniform (and of course he had done that so easily and in his size too, because
that is very much an Akashi thing to be able to do), was hardly the cute
heroine Chihiro would have liked to find himself in this situation with.
It had been one week since the roof incident where Akashi offhandedly admitted
to having the uniform to match the soft knee high socks he wore. Chihiro didn't
want to admit that the rest of his nights that week became restless with
thoughts of Akashi in short skirts, on his hands and knees. He wasn't expecting
that in practically no time he would be dragged from the roof to "help his
captain clean up the storage area," finding Akashi moments later in said
uniform and pressing into him hard.
He tentatively pressed his fingers along the exposed outer thighs of the
younger boy, pressing his mouth hard to Akashi's to distract him from
commenting on his upperclassman's eagerness. But Akashi simply shivered,
shoving his tongue deep into the taller boy's mouth. It was… endearing. For
being so dominating, Akashi could only do so much with his limited kissing
experience, and Chihiro made sure to keep that bit of information locked away
in his brain for later teasing, knowing that any snide comment now could cause
Akashi to break it off, just as it was getting good.
Back to the matter at hand, the older boy creeped his fingers up slowly and
delicately, inching closer to his goal. He swallowed thickly, running his
tongue over his bottom lip in a subconscious effort to calm his nerves. Akashi
had the whole school girl get up going for him, but did that include some sort
of pair of panties hidden subtly under the skirt? Chihiro wasn't sure if he
could handle that information but he boldly surged his hands upward with
conviction.
But his hands brushed up against the fabric of plain cotton boxers and he
wasn't sure if he wanted to howl in disappointment or be relieved that he
wouldn't see the sight that would clearly finish him before they even got
started.
"You were thinking of something lewd, weren't you senpai?" Akashi broke away
from their kissing and let out the slightest breathy laugh, this (thankfully)
being the first time he had spoken since they first got here.
"Shut up," Chihiro groused, turning his head away. His hands were still up and
under Akashi's skirt, fingertips playing with the hemline of his very normal
underwear.
Akashi smiled up at him, but it wasn't reassuring so much as predatory, and it
didn't stop the older boy's heart from racing. He bat his upperclassman's hands
away, replacing them with his own, and unceremoniously pulled the boxers down
until they came to pool around his ankles. Now he was definitely not wearing
anything under that skirt and there was definitely the hints of an erection
pressing softly against the skirt fabric and Chihiro came to the stark
realization that once again he was not in control of this situation at all,
probably never would be when it came to Akashi fucking Seijuurou and his fucked
up schemes to control the older boy through his dick.
All Chihiro could do is put his hand over his face and let out an equally
sexually frustrated and aggravated groan.
But he didn't have any time to recuperate and put his addled thoughts back
together before Akashi was pulling him forward towards a shelving unit. The
younger boy flipped himself around and bent over, the skirt barely covering his
ass. He turned to look over his shoulder, smirking at the other boy, but
looking expectantly at Chihiro like he was supposed to do something about this
situation.
And what was that exactly? He couldn't imagine Akashi was asking him to
actually do that. It's not like he had much experience beyond internet porn and
he didn't expect that Akashi could have much experience either, considering his
lack of kissing skills. But Akashi being Akashi, could sense his unease in that
weird mind reading way he always seemed to be able to and let out an
exasperated huff.
"Here," he stated simply, pressing his thighs together and smacking them
lightly with his hand. "We don't have a ton of time here anyway, and honestly
did you expect me to think you had any experience in preparing me for something
like that?"
Oh. Well. Chihiro wanted to make some sort of smart quip back but was easily
distracted, inching up closer to grasp Akashi's thighs, massaging the soft
flesh. Yeah, he could do this much, he gulped and awkwardly started to unzip
his pants, giving a sigh of relief once his hardened dick was finally free.
He looked down at this new prospect presented before him. There was usually
lube or something to that affect used, right? But the sweat building on
Akashi's thighs would have to do. The older boy gulped, but steeled himself and
pushed his hips forward, letting his dick slide smoothly between the other's
toned yet soft thighs. He shuddered and heard Akashi's breath hitch under him,
but he didn't have much time to focus on this new sensation. Akashi was right
in that they didn't have all day, and the need to get off was becoming
unbearable in the cramped storage room space, where each breath and soft groan
bounced back and engulfed them.
Slowly Chihiro tried to build up a rhythm, dick sliding awkwardly between the
other's thighs while Akashi pressed them together as best he could. The younger
boy's hands were holding tightly to the shelf for leverage but he moved one
hand down to grasp onto his own hard on, letting out a soft gasp as he stroked
himself. Chihiro was the one to bat his hand away this time, and grasped onto
Akashi's dick with a soft grunt, stroking him awkwardly in time with his hip
movements. He pressed his thumb softly against the slit, smearing precum along
the head in a way that made him full body shudder when Akashi bucked up into
his touch.
For once, both were blessedly silent beyond the muffled panting and moaning as
they slowly got off. With every thrust, Chihiro could see Akashi's thighs and
ass jiggle slightly as skin smacked against skin. It was oddly cute and
definitely arousing and the older boy groaned into his underclassman's neck in
appreciation of the sight beneath him. It was getting easier to move with the
sweat building up between them, and he would pull his dick completely out
before thrusting back into the soft heat, hand groping desperately at Akashi's
own arousal in time. They were both close from their awkward groping from
earlier and inexperience. Chihiro was hoping that he could at least get Akashi
to cum first and salvage some sort of pride from this situation, but the tight
pull in his stomach made him excessively aware that he was too close to focus
on anything else.
With one last thrust he was starting to cum, but in a stroke of inspiration he
pulled back, flipping the skirt up to expose Akashi's ass even more and came
hard all over his backside and skirt. He jerked Akashi off to completion with
his other hand and Akashi let out a small, relieved sigh.
There was silence for a long moment, but it wasn't as amicable as before.
Akashi straightened himself up without a word, the skirt falling down to absorb
the cum that was still dripping from his ass. Chihiro only had a moment to
relish the sight before Akashi turned to him, eyes cold and distant and
decidedly unamused.
"That's going to leave a stain," he said, simply, moving to grab his underwear
and pull them back up.
"Sorry…." Chihiro muttered, shrugging his shoulder lazily.
"It's all right, senpai," Akashi's voice came out light but there was an
underlying edge there that made Chihiro subconsciously stand up a little
straighter. "Since you're so overzealous today, I'll make sure your training at
today's practice is especially vigorous."
He left to change back into his regular uniform without another word and
Chihiro felt a cold sweat run down his back.
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