Pairing: Kirisaki Daiichi/Kuroko and any combination of the team

Word Count: 5,653 Words

Well, now all of you will know about my horrible skills when it comes to writing oral sex. Ha! Oh well... by the way, Hanamiya can be such an annoying dick. XD

Sakurai shivered in a mix of fear and arousal when he looked into Kuroko's eyes. The way they stared down Imayoshi was almost murderous. The intensity of the gaze fascinated the Touou, shooting guard. Perhaps antagonizing Kirisaki Daiichi was not a good idea.

"Ano... Kuroko-san, how much do you know about the zone?" Ryou asked and raised his head from the third year's chest. To his surprise, the scold disappeared from the pale phantom's face when Tetsuya turned to him and answered calmly.

"I know enough to advise Hanamiya-sempai to not take this deal. One of the factors of the zone is something no one can tell anyone who wishes to enter it. Even if the information he gathered on the zone was done by close and personal observation of Aomine-kun, his information of the zone will be inaccurate on one of three parts." Hanamiya squinted his eyes.

"Oh, if you have so much information of the zone, why not tell me right now? Let's see how much information Imayoshi knows." The bad boy challenged.

"I cannot divulge that information." There was a dead silence after that defiance. Shoichi was keeping his composure (he did not want to burst out laughing uncontrollably at the growing tension between leader and subordinate), Ryou trembled in the older teen's arms and bit back the urge to confidently grin at the Kirisaki Daiichi regulars' misfortune (the heavy atmosphere was thrusting his more aggressive personality of the surface), and Makoto resisted his desire to clench his fists. "That knowledge is not useful to everyone, the zone and the level that surpasses it cannot help you sempai."

"Then let me determine that for myself."

"I cannot." Kuroko would not back down. There was so many people who loved basketball like him, who would push their bodies to the limit, and would sacrifice everything for the sport that they loved, but that devotion was not always rewarded. The pinnacle of perfection demanded more; a factor that would motivate people even beyond their limits and the variable was different for everyone. Kuroko knew that Aomine's drive was based on good competition, but when it came to Hanamiya, there were too many things the shadow was concerned with. He knew that the Captain and Coach liked basketball, but was that based on the suffering he could indulge in or whether there was a genuine fondness for the sport, Kuroko could not be sure. Then there was the amount of energy that the Uncrowned King used when it came to basketball. He would get frustrated by losing and show more of his skills, but that did not mean the bad boy was fully invested in the game. Also, even if the second year leader fulfilled those criteria, Tetsuya had not spend enough time with Makoto to guess what the Uncrowned King's unknown variable would be. It could be the suffering of others, the desire for control, or even something similar to Aomine where being pushed by some external factor, but the phantom could not pinpoint what it might be. To know about these things and chase after the zone had wider implications than Hanamiya thought (Imayoshi was quite reckless for releasing such sensitive content to someone who was on the border of possibly achieving the zone like Hanamiya). Chasing the end of a rainbow was not good for someone's mental health. "Please Hanamiya-sempai, I will tell you about the zone at the later date, but I cannot do so at this time for your safety. I do not mean to defy your orders, but disclosing this content could be more harmful than useful to you."

"You don't get to decide that. I am your Captain and Coach." The second year, point guard said. He was barely able to hold his anger towards the pale, petite male. "You will tell me what you know Kuroko..." The arm around the tiny waist tightened.

"Oh my, how amusing..." The mind reader grinned. "Kuroko-kun has quite a backbone to stand up to Hanamiya."

"I don't understand what's the big deal. Zone or no zone, we'll just make them fall harder." Hara shrugged. Yamazaki nodded and Furuhashi turned to Seto for an explanation.

"Ah, the zone supposedly allows players to move or react in such a way that they can avoid injuries. A person's instincts are utilized to the fullest and they cannot be injured by anyone unless the person they are facing is in the zone as well. While Hanamiya's IQ is so high that our school's facilities would have to refer him to Germany to get it properly and accurately tested, intelligence cannot counter the zone. It would be like trying to take down a rabid beast with a pencil." The Center player clarified for his teammates. But Kentarou sided with Tetsuya on the issue; part of what makes the zone so elusive is that no one can enter the zone if they were thinking about the zone. Any potential Makoto had in achieving this high level of play might be affected and effected by this news. "Come on Hanamiya, don't let Imayoshi pressure you like this. We're not in Middle School."

Too bad that this was not just a game of tit-and-tat that the Uncrowned King was playing with his former upperclassman. Basketball's bad boy was also battling with his pride as captain, Coach, and Ace of the team, the growing conflict between the Miracle and himself, and his concerns about his team's loyalty and obedience towards him. All of it was confusing and not at all how he wanted it to be. He was the leader of this team (even before he got his old Coach fired and appointed himself into the position); whatever he decided should be accepted as law. Hanamiya should not feel doubt about one decision compared to the other like this. He knew that if he took the bet, the others would be angry at him for risking Kuroko in exchange for valuable data, but if he did not take the bet, this would only serve as proof of his lack of control and dominance over his teammates. There was also no way of telling Imayoshi that the Kirisaki Daiichi, point guard would think about it without giving away any of his fears. It certainly did not help that Makoto could see Ryou's eyes changing from flickering with fear to sparkling with amusement and lust with every side-glance at the phantom. Of course Shoichi would be able to find someone who jolted in fright like a cat, but could have the confidence of a lion when he wanted something. Fuck the Touou senior and his stupid, mind games. Fuck the shadow for slipping passed all his hard work and for fucking taking away his power and control. Fuck everything about this situation.

"Fuck you," Hanamiya finally said, for he knew Imayoshi could read his thoughts (no harm if it was already known).

"No thank you, I have a preference for cuter boys. I think you already know who I want to fuck." It made everything worse.

"I don't care about your preferences." The bad boy spat. "I always get what I want, and I want the zone." Hanamiya relaxed his protective grip around Kuroko's waist. "I'll take your bet. The kid isn't mine to worry about. He knew what he was agreeing to when he joined the team." Yamazaki's eyes bugged out.

"That is a fair decision Hanamiya-sempai." The former, Teiko trump card agreed. "While I disapprove of your pursuit of the zone, I respect your authority to use me as a part of your tactics to obtain whatever you desire." In fact, Kuroko encouraged it. Hanamiya had already done so much for him; it was only fair that he be useful (while trying his best to protect his leader).

"I don't need your approval."

"Hahaha, Hanamiya, you have not changed at all." The Touou Captain chuckled. "It is getting late, Sakurai-kun. You still want to wake up early and make your sisters lunch for school, right?" Sakurai nodded. "Such a good boy... remind me to reward you after we win against Kirisaki Daiichi." The mind reader sighed and pushed out of his chair. The shooting guard shuffled back to his seat so the senior could get up, and stayed in the seat until the elder was far away from the table. He trailed after the elder student, and his hand brushed against Kuroko's shoulder s he left. Sakurai did not apologize for that mistake and glanced at Yamazaki, challenging the other shooting guard as he ran off to the third year's side.

"Surprisingly cocky for a twitchy, little thing." Hiroshi commented. The air was think around the Kirisaki Daiichi, First String. Furuhashi's dead eyes were trained on Hanamiya, and Seto looked concerningly at the ace and the shadow. Yamazaki glared at the trail Sakurai walked by Kuroko, and Hara had relinquished his hold on the flirtatious girl to stare up at the ceiling. Pop. Pop. "Really Hara? Can you stop with the bubblegum?" The orange-haired man groaned. His shoulders were already tense from the Touou, first year's predatory gaze locked on the youngest regular, and he did not need anymore stress.

"Come on, Hanamiya being a piece-of-shit isn't new. Imayoshi being a jackass to Hanamiya isn't new." Kazuya said.

"That doesn't mean that they should involve Kuroko in it." Koujirou added.

"You are talking as if I did not give my consent again." The apparition warned the elder, small forward to stop talking.

"Come on, let's go." The devious, point guard commanded. The other second yearsl hesitation did not go unnoticed by the Uncrowned King. Kuroko stayed annoyingly close to the Coach's side, as they walked to the closest store. Everyone barely conversed with each other as Hara pranced around the aisles to gather the necessary ingredients for tonight. Sometimes the lavender and light-blue haired teens would exchange words (Kazuya laughed at how much Tetsuya liked vanilla), but everyone was staring down daggers at someone. The lazy, sleeping man kept shooting deeply concerned and confused looks at the genius Captain; Makoto's mental state was clearly disturbed. Kirisaki Daiichi's martial arts specialist was attempting to murder the Uncrowned King with his stare, and the shooting guard was trying to do the same thing to a lesser extent. The bad boy of basketball was too distracted and did not notice the harsh looks due to his frustrations with the demure shadow. The younger prodigy's presence looming around him like an unwanted ghost was grinding away at his patience. Even the bubblegum teen would sneak peeks through his fringe to non-verbally demand answers from Kentarou. Based on their positions on the team, the Center player was considered the Vice-Captain of the team. Why did he not scold or say anything to Hanamiya? While the man was a genius with an immeasurable IQ, he was quick to bouts of anger and could be irrational. Why did the Center player silently support the ace?

"This is ridiculous." Kuroko stated to gain attention. "If everyone is going to act so childishly, then Nigou and I do not want any part of it." The invisible man declared. "Hanamiya-sempai is the reason I joined Kirisaki Daiichi, and I am glad that I did. I am grateful to be part of this team because everyone truly belonged to a team. There was the cooperation of players, but also the trust of individuals being able to perform by themselves through their talents. We have the cooperative play of screening the referee and the Spider Web, but we also have Furuhashi-sempai's skills of injuring people while avoiding injury to himself, Yamazaki-sempai's shooting abilities, and Hanamiya's acting as our Coach, Captain, and Ace. I appreciate that you value me despite my position not being highly-ranked on the team, but during times of distress and uncertainty, the team turns to the ace. Unless someone wishes to take that responsibility because they think they can do better than Hanamiya-sempai, speak now and next practice that person will go one-on-one with Hanamiya-sempai for ten minutes. Whoever wins will be the ace. Now, while you guys decide on that, I'm going to go home. My grandmother will be pleasantly surprised to see me home tonight." Abruptly, Kuroko marched towards the entrace of the miniature market, but the other, small forward pulled the younger boy back and into his arms. The tight embrace was not a method of imprisonment, but as a silent apology for his behavior.

"It's okay Kuroko. Don't get so mad." The lilac-colored man grinned. "Besides, if you leave, you won't be able to taste the Disappearing Marshmallow Buns! You haven't lived until you've eaten unhealthy food recipes from tumblr." The phantom, sixth man's hardened face faltered to a soft smile.

They quickly went through the check-out counter and snatched the bus back to Hanamiya's expansive estate. The six teens entered the large mansion and removed their shoes before they set their bags in the living room. Kuroko allowed Nigou to leave his bag now that there was no chance for the adventurous puppy to escape. The Alaskan-Malamute barked and followed the echo of his sound down the hallway. "What's he doing?" Hara asked.

"Nigou has probably never been in a home this large before." The Miracle child reasoned and allowed the black-and-white creature to roam while they made themselves comfortable for the night. "What are we doing?"

"We are not going to play Truth of Dare!" Yamazaki immediately yelled.

"Why not?" The bubblegum-loving teen whined.

"Because you always win, and you always win because you have no shame!" The shooting guard complained. "What should we do Seto? Is there a game that would be challenging to Hara?"

"I think he'd probably be the first to lose at I Never if we played that." Kentarou added. "By the way Kuroko, I hope Imayoshi didn't scare you earlier. He's actually a pretty cool guy when you get to know him. Imayoshi just pisses Hanamiya off because he knows what buttons to push. He's like Hanamiya's older brother."

"Che, that is a pretty good description of the old man." Kazuya grinned.

"He's only a year older than us." Koujirou reminded the mauve-haired teen.

"Anyone who likes fishing as much as Seto is old. Only old people would think it would be fun to sit in a boat and wait for fish to come." Hara mocked and stuck his tongue out at the borderline genius.

"That is the best part about fishing. You can just lie around and do absolutely nothing, and that is plenty of fun." Seto yawned. While everyone else was unpacking their things, Hanamiya went to the linen closet in the basement. The linking, Center player trailed behind the Uncrowned King; he wanted to confront the tense Captain about his recent actions and attitude toward Kuroko and to help carry the large, cumbersome comforters up the stairs. The sleep-loving teammates stretched his long limbs and grabbed four blankets before he spoke. "Are you regretting the effort you used to make Kuroko's membership possible?" Kentarou wondered. The bad boy visibly flinched. He grit his teeth and his smaller frame puffed up in annoyance. Makoto grabbed two more comforters for the group and avoided the taller man's gaze. "Did Kuroko do something to upset you?" The point guard groaned.

"The brat thinks he can do whatever he pleases, and he's almost fucking right." Hanamiya revealed. "How many times has he disobeyed my orders, rejected my authority, and had more control over my own players than me? The kid is fucking invading and taking over, and I will not let that happen, Generation of Miracle of not." The devious, basketball player crunched the sheets under his grasp. The hissed words almost made the man that was almost Makoto's intellectual equal roll his yes. Kentarou's disregard towards the Uncrowned King's fury upset the shorter boy. "Your reaction is pretty good evidence for my beliefs."

"Because I don't agree with you?" Seto cocked an eyebrow at the audacity of it all. "You do not see how ridiculous that sounds, Hanamiya? Don't you?"

"It isn't ridiculous. I am not going to be manipulated by some brat."

"Kuroko is not manipulating you." The center player sighed. "He is our teammate. Kuroko would not do anything to sabotage us. He isn't going to take anything from you."

"You didn't see it. He's playing with the Generation of Miracles, their teammates, and even people he likes, like Takao Kazunari. He's fucking playing everyone like chess pieces." The bad boy growled and threatened to rip the sheets. "Also, if you are correct, than why is it that my decision to take Imayoshi's bet was questioned and rejected by most of you. Are you saying that at that moment, that you valued my decision over Kuroko's?" Makoto asked. Kentarou said nothing. "My point exactly. I need to show that kid who is the one in control. Now hurry up," Kirisaki Daiichi's Captian ordered and rushed by the lazy player. The borderline genius saw that Kuroko was listening close by, and asked the younger regular how long he had been there and how much had he heard between the two men.

"I was here since you asked Hanamiya-sempai if he regretted me joining the team." Seto wanted to comfort the shadow, but Kuroko shook his head. "It is okay Seto-sempai; I will talk to Hanamiya-sempai later tonight about this. Hopefully with some time, he'll manage to calm down a little." The supporting players of the Spider Web joined the group, who ad some beer for the round of I Never. They gathered in a small circle on the floor; the bunched up blankets were a good cushion for the teenage boys. They briefly explained the rules to their newest, First String member that they take turns clockwise in announcing things they have never done, and if the other people playing had participated in that act, they had to take a sip of beer. Since the transparent teen was the most inexperienced, was was allowed to go first. "I have never taken a sip of alcohol before." The other five members took a swig. Damn, this might be the rookie's win due to his former, good boy past. After that, Hara was next. It took several minutes for the out-going, power forward to think of something he not accomplished in his short life.

"I've never had sex in the locker room." Yamazaki looked incredulously at Hara. "I haven't! Seto and I do it in a classroom, and nobody ever follows through on my offer to blow them in the locker room. I've really, never done it in the locker room." The bubblegum man insisted. Kuroko sighed and took his first sip; Hanamiya took a drink as well. "Oh Kuroko, a person is out as soon as they use the restroom. And if you're caught lying, you have to give a blowjob to everyone here." Kazuya added and turned to Kentarou to go next.

"I've never tried ecstasy before." Hara groaned and took a quick chug. The Captain rolled his eyes and tipped his drink towards his mouth.

"I've never fucked a mail box... unlike some people." Hanamiya added. The lavender-colored man sipped at his beer. Damn, his wild-side that won him multiple games of Truth or Dare were coming back to haunt him.

"You guys are ganging up on me, aren't you?"

"Yup! I never put potato chips in a blender." Hiroshi wiggled his eyebrows at the power forward.

"Oh come on! I only did that once, and I was really high..." But the playful teenager took another bold sip.

"I never dyed my pubic hair." Furuhashi blankly said to force Hara to take another drink. The game continued in the order of Kuroko, Hara, Seto, Hanamiya, Yamazaki, and Furuhashi. Hara had already downed three beers when everyone was still going through their first, so it was not a surprise when the bubblegum teen could no longer suppress his bladder and raced towards the bathroom. It greatly amused and slightly horrified the ghostly boy just how adventurous and daring the elder could be (no under any circumstances would the pale male run through people's backyards naked).

"I've never had three vibrators in my ass." Kentarou said and gave a coy wink to Yamazaki.

"Damn you!" The shooting guard yelled and downed the last of his first beer.

"I've never went on a date with a girl before." Hanamiya shrugged and Yamazaki groaned before he opened another beer. Kuroko took his fourth sip that night. "Who did you go on a date with?"

"I went on a date twice with Momoi-san. The first time was in Middle School, and the other time was on Valentines Day."

"Well, I never taken anyone's virginity." The orange-haired man said. The Uncrowned King and Furuhashi took a sip. When the dead-eyed man took a sip, everyone questioned it.

"I was Hara's first and he was mine. We were both fourteen."

"Really? That is really young," The sleepy man commented. The martial arts expert said nothing else about it. Hara only nodded in confirmation. The little gesture appeared sad and lonely to Kuroko.

The shooting guard was eliminated next - since he was usually a partner-in-crime when Kazuya did something foolish - and he looked disappointed in himself for not lasting as long. At least he beat the lilac-haired man in this game.

"I have never eaten dark chocolate before." Koujirou said.

"You haven't?" The Coach was shocked and took his sip. It was no secret to his teammates that the Uncrowned King's favorite food was 100% Chocolate. The supporting players on the team took a shot of their drink.

"Indirectly from your mouth, but I've never put any into my mouth myself." Eventually Hanamiya and Seto lost the game (while not as reckless as the power forward of the Kirisaki Daiichi team, the point guard earned his title of bad boy both on and off the court), and the Center exited shortly after that. It left both of the team's small forwards in play.

"Go Furu, otherwise we'll have to admit defeat to a freshman!" Hara cheered.

"But when we started playing this game, we were also first years." The dead-eyed male pointed out to the power forward. "I've never had a pet dog." The transparent teen sighed, affectionately stroked Nigou's ears, and took a sip. His head was a little dizzy, despite taking fewer drinks than anyone in the group. He tried to think of some facts about the placid-faced, second year.

"I've never played the cello." The shadow said blankly. Apparently even when the unnoticeable prodigy was inebriated, he did not break his expressionless stare. Koujirou took another gulp.

"I've never met my grandmother." Tetsuya drank his beer quietly. Just as Furuhashi was going to comment on the younger teammate being a worthy opponent, the invisible, sixth man's eye bulged and he quickly excused himself for the restroom. The mauve-colored teen cheekily smiled and forced the injury specialist to pump a victorious fist in the air.

"Yeah, Furuhashi wins! Now he gets a blowjob from anyone he chooses. Do you have anyone in-"

"Kuroko," The placid-faced brunette answered suddenly. Hiroshi pouted in jealousy. "I don't think he's ever given any of us one before. Did he do that for you in Kaijou's locker room, Hanamiya?" The Uncrowned King shook his head and smacked the wilting, Center player to stay awake. "And before you ask Hara, no, you can't watch when Kuroko gives me a blowjob."

"Hey, why not?" I've seen both of your dicks before!" Kazuya whined loudly. Makoto was thankful that his mother was not home to hear the crude statement. "Besides, if I was there, I would be able to give him tips and help him figure out what you like. You don't want our poor phantom's jaw to get sore from sucking your cock for too long." The older, small forward averted his gaze, and the tips of ears turned pink. "Che, and all of you keep saying that I'm the perverted one." Kuroko emerged from the bathroom looking more-visibly relaxed and wondered why everyone was staring at him. Before the shadow could question the upperclassmen, the bubblegum-obsessed teen scooped the petite boy into his arms and carried him to a guest bedroom with Furuhashi following closely behind them. "Have fun Furuhashi..." hara beamed when he left the room and closed the door behind him.

"... Furuhashi-sempai, what is going on?" Kuroko asked; he was confused why the energetic, power forward placed him on the bed and left him alone with the dead-eyed, second year. Furuhashi sighed and sat next to the shadow.

"Ah, it is just a tradition we have with the game. Whoever wins gets to pick out of the lowers, a person to receive oral sex from." The blank-faced elder wrapped a loving arm around the pale blue teen's shoulders and gently smoothed his hand over the narrow shoulders. "You don't have to. We can just stay here for a while; I just wanted to spend some alone time with you." He was still apparently shaken by Hanamiya's actions involving Kuroko into the dealings with Imayoshi. The larger, small forward gently nudged the demure apparition onto his lap and wedged his head in the crook of the elegant neck. The former, Teiko trump card softly smiled at the protective man's sweet gestures. They tilted their heads to the side and shuddered when their lips made contact. It felt sogood to be this close to the other teen with some privacy. Even with the change of clothes before the dinner at Okonomi Yaki, the overwhelming heat of the other man's skin from the basketball games made them bow and grind in delight. But the Generation of Miracle slipped out of Koujirou's grasp and slid to the floor. The younger's nimble, callused hands massaged the dead-eyed man's knees and eased the long limbs to spread apart. Furuhashi did as Kuroko silently commanded and parted his legs about shoulder width apart. His left hand instinctively clenched the sheets underneath him when Tetsuya calmly unbuttoned his trousers. "Ku- Tetsuya, you really do not have to do this. It would probably be better if we waited for another time when we aren't in Hanamiya's-"

"No, I want to do this Koujirou-san. It is good that I'm going to do this with someone who is cautious." The diaphanous spirit determined and only had to pull down the pants and boxers a few inches before the half-hard erection was free. The phantom did not let it show in his expression, but his heart was thumping hard against his rib cage. The other's cock looked too large to fit into his mouth; it was going to be a challenge. He firmly gripped it, just as he would to please himself and slowly raised his hand up and down. The invisible man glanced up at the elder man, who was waiting patiently and letting Kuroko go at his own pace. At least it was not a bad reaction. The rookie poked his tongue out hesitantly, and slowly dragged it along the length of the other's shaft. The sky-blue colored teen found the taste of Furuhashi's cock rather pleasing, and ran his tongue along the thick appendage in a fluid motion. He focused most of his efforts on the tip, happy to elicit the twitch of pleasure that shook the other, small forward's thighs. The reaction was gratifying; the boy with the lack of presence slid his full lips around the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head. Koujirou's inner-thighs quivered, but the martial arts expert closed his eyes in euphoria when the rough, bumpy tongue swirled around the sensitive tip. Tetsuya enjoyed the other's chest heaving deeply, and there was sweat gathering at the temples. The satisfaction shivered down the demure shadow's spine. He sucked around the thick, sensitive appendage and groaned. The angelic-looking phantom pulled his mouth away slowly and increased the suction which caused more friction from his partner. Almost all of it was out of the hot cavern before Kuroko suddenly sucked down until half of the man's dick was inside the hungry mouth. The sound of hands fisting the bed sheets excited the transparent man. While the newest member of the team was inexperienced, he made up for it with his enthusiasm (Furuhashi did not expect Kuroko to take so much of his dick at once and so soon in the process).

"You can just use your hands on the parts you can't reach." The second year advised in a breathy voice. The slimmer teen pulled away and wrapped his right hand to pumped rest of the shaft that could not fit into his mouth earlier. The blunt tip repeatedly pressed and glided against the slippery roof of Tetsuya's mouth, the vie-like grip and suction, and the steady rhythm of the smaller man's hand jerking his cock made the dead-eyed teen's heart race and his stomach clenched. In order to help him with his speed, Kuroko used his unoccupied, left hand to reach of the older student's hand and brought it to the top of his head. Furuhashi understood and used his secured position to force the first year to go swifter than before. The demure, small forward was surprised by the pressure, but was still able to slide his tongue around the thick rod and ease it down until it touched the back of his throat. He tried to swallow around the heavy tip, and was shocked by the shaky groan that slipped out of the upperclassman.

Surprisingly, Tetsuya did not feel the fatigue he expected to get from the activity. There was something strangely pleasurable about pleasing Koujirou to this disheveled and lust-dazed state. The humming friction from the long appendage being shoved into his lips and colliding against his tongue felt heavenly, and yet made him hungry for more (the ghostly boy made a mental note to try to see if this pleasure of giving oral increased if he did this for multiple, sexual partners). Both small forwards' hard expressions were broken in the heat of the act. The sweat that accumulated on his forehead dripped onto his shirt, further destroying the calm and immovable demeanor the martial arts specialist usually possessed. The dead-eyed brunette did his best to not writhe and squirm into the younger's mouth; at least there was no waiting or teasing from the inexperienced, first year. As time passed quickly, the shorter man was able to take more into his ravenous mouth instead of having to rely on his right hand to pump tirelessly at the girth. The hand slipped down and gently cupped the hot, heavy balls, the thumb barely pressing against the sack. The new sensation sent jolts of bliss to fire through the second year. He closed his eyes and hissed when he felt Kuroko withdraw to lick up the numerous drops of precum dribbling out of the tip. Dear lord, Furuhashi did not know how he managed to not come at the sensuous sight. Pretty thing, cyan strands messily pushed back by his hand, the younger boy's eyes hazy and dark with determination, cheeks sucked in to pleasure his cock, and copious amounts of spit and precum splattered around the swollen lips and connected to his dick. Once all of the white droplets were cleaned off, the shadow shoved the hard appendage into his mouth once more.

The pace was hastening with every passing second. The elder male squinted his eyes, toes curled, and all of his muscles spasmed and convulsed out of his control. His breathing grew ragged, and Koujirou thought his heart was about to pop out of his chest. The basketball prodigy's tongue snaked around his shaft and changed angles with every down-thrust; it created even more friction. Tetsuya felt the injury expert grip his hair tighter and pushed him down to the base. The rookie groaned in pleasure, the vibrations making the heavy manhood twitch in his full mouth. Furuhashi lowered his head down; his face flushed as he neared his orgasm.

"Tetsuya..." The call of his name made in that desperate voice made Kuroko increase his efforts, despite the other man trying to pull him away. The stubborn phantom would not pull away despite the concerned elder not wanting to force him to swallow the large amount of cum that was going to be released soon. The former, Teiko trump card's efforts were rewarded by the flood of thick, white essence filling his mouth. The salty substance slid easily down his throat, and he moaned when the thick cock expanded, and forced him to swallow around the wide tip and slurp up the seed pouring into his mouth.

More of the sleepover will be next chapter. It should have Hara/Hanamiya, Seto/Yamazaki, Hara/Kuroko, Yamazaki/Kuroko, and maybe some fluffy Hanamiya/Kuroko (if I can cram it all in).