Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/484222.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Kasamatsu_Yukio/Kise_Ryouta
  Character:
      Kasamatsu_Yukio, Kise_Ryouta
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Kitchen_Sex, Face-Fucking, hints_of_the_saga_of_kise_and_his
      reluctant_dom_boyfriend
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-12 Words: 966
****** 'til we go ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     This is the story of Kasamatsu Yukio, who died from orgasms at age
     19.
Notes
     I slapped on an underage warning for oblique mentions to Kise and
     Kasamatsu doing it since high school, and I guess Kise's still in
     high school in this fic. So there you go. Enjoy!
Kise is really dedicated. If he were to say this in public, then people would
tell him that of course he's dedicated, he didn't become Kise Ryouta, Number 24
of Rizing Fukuoka, by slacking off. Of course, if he were to say this in
public, he would laugh and agree, and definitely not tell them about how this
dedication extends to finding new and creative places to have sex in his
apartment.
Two weeks into his life as an independent adult, Kasamatsu has seen this so-
called dedication increase threefold as he's had the pleasure of pushing a
pliant Kise onto the kitchen table and listening to his whimpers as he fucked
him hard. They've also christened the bathroom, the couch, and the south wall
of the hallway multiple times in that short time.
Kise's favorite, though, seems to be the kitchen counter, where he likes to
push him up against the linoleum countertop and hear his breath hitch. Not that
he's complaining, because it means that Kise will look at him, kiss him sweetly
on the cheek before sinking down to his knees in a way that makes his stomach
tighten with anticipation. What he does next is anything but sweet, as presses
in and unbuttons his pants with his teeth. It gets him, every time, and
Kasamatsu shivers, watching him tug on the zip and pull on the waistbands.
When Kise had told him he could copy porn too, he'd assumed it was a joke, and
that ended with Kise's mouth twisting in determination as he showed Kasamatsu
that there was nothing funny about what he said at all. He would ask if he
learned this from an AV too, but then he licks his lips and takes his prick
into his mouth, and suddenly it doesn't seem all that important anymore.
Besides, he likes to be optimistic about Kise's endless potential for
creativity.
He looks down at Kise and watches him in awe. The eager set of his brows as he
bobs his head makes him wonder how he got so lucky as to be having someone like
Kise be sucking him off in his kitchen on a Saturday morning. Regardless of how
many years have passed between them, he's never quite wrapped his head around
the idea that Kise wants him too. Kise wants to do this for him--to him.
Kasamatsu cards a hand in his hair and closes his eyes, gives up thought for
sensation. He knows that he won't remember this sensation next week, or
tomorrow, or even later, but he also knows that when they do this again, it'll
feel exactly like this, like Kise hollowing his cheeks and sucking him down,
just as good and just as hot as the last time. Kasamatsu strokes his brow
tenderly and feels him whimper around his cock, and it makes his nerves cross
as he groans out "You're so good, Kise."
He runs the flat of his tongue over his slit, looking up through his lashes to
meet his eyes. The thing about Kise is that encouragement pushes him harder,
makes him hungry for more. He takes more, even now: stops sucking and breathes
in through his nose, before he's swallowing him down. Kasamatsu's knees go weak
then, and he has to hold fast onto the counter, determined not to fall. He's
wrecked, panting for Kise, who puts a hand on his hip, coaxes him into grabbing
his shoulder. Kasamatsu decides to do him one better and tangles fingers into
his hair, tugging on it, testing how far they can go.
Kise moans, and he pulls harder, gives a shallow thrust into his mouth. He
doesn't think he'll ever get over how much Kise gets off on, not only being
used, but being used by him. It gives him a perfectly good reason to let go, to
let Kise take care of him as he begins to fuck his face, pushing in and out of
the tight heat of his mouth.
"Kise," he whines, finally coming apart. Kise just hums and it's so good he can
hardly think of anything else past the buzz of pleasure that makes his toes
curl. He pulls on Kise's shirt, gasps out, "Kise, I'm so fuck--" when he
reaches behind his balls and pushes, and then he's gone.
With a sob, Kasamatsu comes, hard, and Kise swallows just as eagerly as he's
done everything else. He works him through his orgasm, brings him back down and
pulls off with an obscene pop. Kasamatsu stares a little in disbelief as he
slides down against the counter.
"You..." he breathes. "You know you don't have to do that." It would be ironic
that he should get embarrassed like this now of all times, if it weren't that
he's the one who's suffering said embarrassment.
Kise smiles at him, lips pink and wet, and he doesn't think it's fair that he
still looks that fuckable. "The usual irrepressible urge to get my head between
my senpai's legs took over," he says wistfully, looking inordinately pleased
with himself.
If his knees didn't feel like jello, Kasamatsu would have kicked him for that,
but as it is, he doesn't foresee much kicking in the near future. Instead, he
leans in and licks his come off the corner of Kise's mouth. It's worth it to
see his brows go up and his eyes darken.
A thrill runs through him at the sight. "So are you going to let me return the
favor?" he asks.
Kise nods and helps him up, letting him lead their way to the bedroom, where
they've spent countless hours together, learning each other. This is his
favorite place to be with Kise, in the same double bed that they shared since
high school, all those years ago. 
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