Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke belongs to Fujimaki Tadatoshi.

Someone on Tumblr dared me to write a KuroAka and, well... things don't go as planned. -u- Yeah, I'm totally procrastinating on my Infinity Captured series.

Convey

Ceallach Rion

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"Assertive today... aren't we, Tetsuya?"

Akashi was panting — panting — underneath Kuroko as he sank deeper into the bed. The latter was doing no better, what with sweat trickling down his forehead and the tips his of teal-colored hair, yet there was a fire of determination in those cerulean eyes glazed with desire when he looked down at his former captain.

"Do you understand now, Akashi-kun?" Kuroko whispered as he hunched forward to meet Akashi's face; he was straining his voice at this point. A sly smile spread across Akashi's face when a warm hand cupped his cheek with applied tender caresses. "Do you understand my feelings?"

"I do..." Akashi grinned with effort as he turned his head to press a kiss on the heart of Kuroko's palm. "I understand perfectly well."

Hands slithering their way at either side of Kuroko's bare hips for a firmer grip, Akashi thrusted upwards with excessive force, educing a yelp to rip through Kuroko's throat, and a grunt from his own.

"...And I intend to hear you out until the end."

Even as his knees trembled and his posture wavered, Kuroko was intent to stay on his upright position. The only support keeping him up were his hands planted firmly on Akashi's chest.

"Move, Tetsuya..." Akashi crooned and traced circles on Kuroko's hips to soothe him, gently rocking the phantom player back and forth to maintain the momentum. "I'll listen to everything that you feel."

This is the most that I can write about anything regarding KuroAka. Because top-uke Kuroko and bottom-seme Akashi is the way to go. *hides under a rock*