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"I quit."
Kise blinks stupidly up at Kuroko as he hunches forward, his hands still braced on Kise's stomach. Kise's gaze travels from Kuroko's sweaty bangs, hanging over his eyes, down to where Kise is still buried between Kuroko's hips. "But you're still hard?" he blurts.
"My legs are jelly," Kuroko explains. "The type that hasn't fully congealed in the fridge yet."
"Isn't that just water?!"
Kuroko hums, and slumps down fully onto Kise's chest. If Kise weren't so confused, he would find it unbearably cute. "Mm. Yes, exactly."
"Do you, er, want me to pull out then?" Kise internally despairs at the thought, but anything for Kurokocchi.
"Maybe in a minute. I'm finding the will to jerk us off instead."
Kise's dick embarrassingly jumps at the idea. Kuroko lifts his head solely to raise an eyebrow at him. "I can't help it!" Kise defends.
"If you have so much energy, maybe you can roll us over and fuck me instead."
"That's – !" Kise whines, pouting up at Kuroko with his best puppy dog eyes. Kuroko remains unimpressed. "You know why I can't, Kurokocchi."
Kuroko hums again, leaning his cheek on Kise's pec. Kise hopes his heartbeat isn't as loud as he thinks it is. "I am aware. It is because Kise-kun is stupid."
"Kurokocchi is so mean!"
"Should you really be saying that to someone who has your dick in them?"
Kise whines again, absentmindedly tracing his fingers over Kuroko's back. The skin is smooth, like porcelain, and much softer than it has any right to be, for someone who spends most of their time in a sweaty college gym or equally sweaty college classrooms. Not for the first time, Kise mentally curses his hyperextended knee, this time for not letting him push that perfect back against his bedsheets, where he prefers it. "Kurokocchi is so unfair when he talks dirty," Kise murmurs, instead of complaining like he wants to, and takes the palm gliding up his ribs as the apology it is.
"It's just the truth," Kuroko announces, then pushes himself back upright, Kise biting his lip at the way Kuroko clenches around him at the movement. "I think I can at least get off you now. Help me."
Kise doesn't need to be told twice to get his hands around Kuroko's hips, thumbs pressing into the dips above his hip bones, the rest of his fingertips digging into Kuroko's backside, all softness hiding lean muscle. Kuroko gasps as Kise slips out of him, then ungracefully drops onto Kise's lower abdomen, Kise's dick sliding along the seam of his thigh. Kuroko's dick bounces, up toward Kuroko's stomach and then down toward Kise's, and Kise is reaching out to touch before he can think better of it, still perpetually enamored by all things Kurokocchi.
Kuroko idly slaps him away, then leans some of his weight on his hand, pressed to the mattress next to Kise's ribcage. He lifts up onto his shins, his free hand fumbling between their hips. "I said I'd do it," Kuroko says, hooking his finger under the sticky condom to peel it off, and Kise nearly chokes on his own spit when Kuroko brings it up to eye level, squinting at the wet latex pinched between his fingertips. "It's lighter than usual, so I am probably going to miss," he continues, then tosses the used condom at Kise's trash bin, which he does indeed miss, but Kise doesn't have time to worry about the lube-sticky splat on his floor when Kuroko is lining up their hips, deceptively strong fingers wrapping around their lengths.
Kise's mouth goes dry as Kuroko strokes his hand upward, the tight ring of his fingers drawing their tips together. Kuroko pauses, panting out a breath, then swipes his thumb over the both of them, painting his fingertip shiny and slick. Kuroko's face was already pink with exertion, but it blooms brighter along his cheeks as he strokes downward again, the slow drag of it making Kise's hands tighten around Kuroko's hips. Kise's breath hitches, and Kuroko's eyes dart up to meet his, fingers squeezing around their shafts while he observes Kise's expression.
Kise may get paid to control his face, but there's no hope when it comes to Kurokocchi, and especially not like this – not when Kuroko's big eyes are staring up at him, heated and liquid, and Kise's cock is still wet with lube where it's nestled against Kuroko's slightly slimmer one, leaking and curling faintly upward. So instead of trying, Kise simply groans, vibrating rich and ugly from his throat as he tugs Kuroko closer, Kuroko's wrist stuttering as his body jolts forward. Kuroko's dick glides against his, hot and unreasonably slick, both still enclosed in Kuroko's steadying grip as Kuroko's mouth goes flat and determined, fingers speeding up as he rocks his hips into the circle of them.
Kise's hips unconsciously jerk upward to meet him, and Kise doesn't remember being this close but Kuroko moving his supporting hand down to Kise's hip is enough, the unyielding weight of it pinning Kise's body to the bed while the other continues to jerk over him, tight and quick. Another ugly noise is ripped from Kise's throat, Kuroko sighing prettily to match him, both of them spilling over Kuroko's fingers and onto Kise's stomach, pooling warm and stringy on Kise's skin.
Kuroko unceremoniously collapses onto him, Kise still floating in the afterglow, his arms automatically hugging Kuroko closer even as it disgustingly squishes the cum between their torsos. Kuroko's face scrunches, but he doesn't attempt to move, simply nuzzling his still-sweaty hair into Kise's collarbone.
"Kise-kun," Kuroko eventually mumbles, his voice half-muffled by Kise's chest. "I don't think I can get up."
Kise huffs out a laugh, theatrically stretching his arms upward before letting them flop around Kuroko once more. "I guess we'll be staying here for a while, then! I'm under strict orders from Dr. Kurokocchi not to move my knee unnecessarily, after all."
"We're dirty," Kuroko complains. "This is the worst. Kise-kun needs to heal quickly so he can start carrying me to the shower again."
"Will do, Kurokocchi!"
"Kise-kun is being too loud."
"You're the one who started talking…"
"Shh. I am trying to recover."
That's my line, Kise thinks, but decides Kuroko can have this one.