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After The Race To March	By : GeoBurr Category: -Misc Anime > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke nor any of its characters. This is simply an artistic expression, and full credit goes to the mangaka and creator of the anime. Peace.

Chapter List
- 1-The Rose with a Note
- 2-Choose One and Choose Wisely.
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Several hours had past, since Takao had obediently and thoroughly bathed.
Currently, he was nursing a cup of green tea, spread out atop the loungette, while watching the innumerable twinkling lights of Tokyo blackened skyline.
Taking a sip of his tea, Takeo thought to himself, ‘Hmm, he’s due any minute'. ‘I wonder what Shin's style is in-between the sheets?'.
As if on que, he heard the distant door announce the entry of the only person it could be.
Upon entry, Midorima, locked eyes with Takao and spoke with authority, “Takao, stand up!”. “There is an important matter that must be taken care of first”.
Placing his overnight bag on the entryway table, Midorima withdrew a strange case that looked like it could contain a chess set.
Meeting Takao across the room, Midorima dropped down onto one knee, much like how Takao had taught him to do in their courtship days and rarely, considering their height difference, Midorima looked up at Takao.
Speaking in a deathly serious tone, Midorima announced, “Pick one and pick wisely as you cannot exchange it after tonight”.
Presenting the open case to Takao and exhibiting its contents. Inside, were several dozen, antique male rings, all displayed in indented velvet and revealing a selection of various metals, cuts, stones and designs.
Recognising several of the rings as lucky items from over the years, Takao, however bit his tongue, not daring to say as such.
Looking directly into Midorima’s piercing green eyes, Takao chose a simple gold band with a small, encrusted emerald that reminded him of a star, or perhaps of Midorima himself but that, he'd never admit.
Before he could second guess his choice, the case was crocodile snapped shut and was taken away. “Allow me", spoke Midorima as he removed the ring from Takao’s grasp and attired the ring onto Takao's marriage finger.
Resuming his standing height, Midorima articulated, “Now Takao, assuming you have no objections, I will take the lead".
Unable to find the words to express the bizarreness of this evening’s events, Takao felt a well-manicured hand, be placed onto the small of his back, as he was guided towards the deluxe bed for the main event of the evening.
After arriving to the luxurious white linen-adorned bed, Midorima kissed Takao on his hand like a gentleman and curtly offered, “May I take your Jacket?”, as he himself had already removed his own.
Obliging and disrobing his jacket to hand to Midorima, Takao couldn’t help himself and humoured, “Shin Chan”. “What will you do now if you require an emerald as your lucky item?”.
Returning from hanging both of their jackets and presenting supplies for tonight, Midorima smirked and countered, “Don’t be concerned, I’ll just have to wear you instead”.
“Huh?". “What!”, expressed Takao in shock, before warm lips concealed his own and he was pushed down onto the mattress.
Pausing for a second, Midorima declared, “You may remove my belt now but just a simple warning, you might be sore tomorrow”.
Taking the opportunity to address his curiosity, Takao de-puzzled his partners belt with more difficulty than he anticipated. In an instant, he revelled in wonderment, at an at least 7-inch member with manicured green base hair, which amusingly reminded him of lawn surrounding a statue.
In an instant, Midorima had regained control, whereby kissing had turned into bare skin, which evolved into intimate petting, that then elaborated into one, two and then three fingers stretching Takao's anal entrance open to its capacity.
“Shin Chan, say something romantic or poetic”, Takao requested with his eyes still shut from the overwhelming sensations of tonight’s endeavours.
“Hmm”. “Fine". “Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, don’t change a thing, Because I choose you”.
The oddity of this poetic claim coming from Midorima, threw Takao into fits of giggles who was currently trying to hide his face behind his hands. “Wow Shin". “That was unexpected”. “Did you get that from a billboard?”, amused Takao in jest.
Midorima, snapping slightly and conveying his displeasure, “Takao!”. “Don’t ruin the mood and be graceful towards my efforts!”. At that moment he was towering over Takao with his impressive broad shoulders and extensive height.
Lining himself ready for the finale, he kissed Takao speechless, then proceeded to slowly enter his smaller counterpart with his legs sprayed outwards, in slow rhythmic jolts.
Eliciting obscene sounds from Takao, both a mixture of pain and pleasure, they lay as one in a co-joined deep steady rhythm.
“Shin Chan!”, moaned Takao as he was smothered underneath the hugeness of his well-built partner.
“Yes Takao?”. “What is the matter?”.
“I want more freedom to move", answered Takao from underneath.
“Oh my, aren’t we picky”, bantered Midorima as he lifted off of Takao.
“Not picky”. “Just sure of what I want!", countered Takao as he placed a hand on Midorima’s torso and with striking speed, he pushed him backwards onto the mattress and seized control.
“You do know your place, don’t you Takao?”, asked Midorima with warning, menaced in his words.
Takao, grabbing the lubricant and dispersing a generous amount onto his hand and fingers of his right hand, replied, “Sure I do".
After using his hand to slather Midorima’s member with more lubricant, Takao mounted himself on top and lowered himself down onto his lover’s penis with a groan. Finding his preferred angle, he proceeded to ride from atop in a steady back-to-front rhythm, making uncontrolled noises in-between.
Midorima, seeming bemused my Takao's explicit show, got the shock of his life as he felt a foreign finger penetrate his anus during their ministrations.
“Takao!”, “That is not your place!”, expressed Midorima in anger.
“Sure, it is". “You lead and I finish”, teased Takao, knowing very well that isn’t what his green haired lover meant.
“Takao!”, “Take it out this.... oh...Emhoff...”
Takao, while riding Midorima, had cheekily reached his hand behind, to pleasure Midorima’s forbidden entrance. Knowing exactly how to locate a prostate, he had hit jackpot and the result, was a quivering Midorima with his head rolled back and his eyes starkly open.
“Do you really object Shin Chan?”, Takao asked, bemused by his dearest Shin’s obvious reaction to pleasure.
“You cheeky Baboon!”, spat Midorima.
“You assuming Donkey", reflected Takao.
Both, taking a moment to stare at each other in sarcastic disbelief. In the end they both uniformly burst out laughing.
“Fine”, Midorima said faintly with flushed checks. “However, don’t miss your mark or you will be disqualified from your position”.
“Interesting”, said Takao as he bravely added another finger, curved his digits upwards and struck his lovers secret spot, as he continued to work their lovemaking from above.
Minutes had past and suddenly, Midorima had grabbed Takao’s waist to stop all action and commanded, “Remove them!”. “This is.... ah".
Not registering in time, Takao witnessed Midorima be brought over the edge, as he felt both his lover’s manhood and his behind man-cave tense and then spasm uncontrollably.
Looking down at blown out, vivid green eyes, that slowly closed shut, Takao commentated inwardly, ‘Damn, I never got to finish’. ‘Shit, I think he’s KOed'.
Now speaking aloud with a smirk, “Kinda cute, when he’s not talking". “I wonder how aware he is when he’s asleep?”, Takao schemed as he coated and lined up his own member at Midorima’s entrance.
“Very aware and also you moronic imbecile, I am not asleep!", spoke Midorima as he suddenly rose to life and proceeded to flip Takao around and disciplinarily smack his backside.
“Ouch Shin Chan!”. “Was that necessary?”, wined Takao as he rubbed his behind.
“Very necessary”. “Had you asked, I would have said no!”.
“But Shin Chan, I never got to finish", argued Takao.
“Well, someone was too busy venturing somewhere out of bounds”, retorted Midorima.
“Shin Chan, you enjoyed that". “I could tell by the noises you were making and the fruits of my labour", debated Takao.
“Why you!”, raged Midorima in clear ashamed embarrassment.
Sensing a temper tantrum, Takao decided to diffuse the situation by declaring, “It’s okay Shin, I have no complaints, although I think we need to work on our communication”. “Now, how about a combined bath since you have worked so hard this evening, hmm?”.
“Hmfp". “Fine". “Takao, run us a bath!”, ordered Midorima, who closed his eyes, clearly needing a moment from the fuss.
“Sure Shin Chan". “Then perhaps we could go for round two", answered Takao with a dirty chuckle.
“Takao!!!”, warned Midorima.
“Shin Chan!!!”, said Takao playfully.
~~~
The next morning, streams of light snuck into the elaborate suite, highlighting two figures intertwined, under ruffled 1000 thread Egyptian cotton sheets. On one side table, lay a gold banded men’s emerald ring and on the other, next to half-rimmed glasses, was a gold banded, opal centred gentlemen’s ring.
The smaller of the two figures who was encircling the taller, green haired individual around his mid-waist, stirred first.
“Shin Chan". “What time is check-out?”.
“10:00am”, answered the one being held. “Takao, what is the time!?!?”.
“9:45am”. “I just woke up".
“Takao!!!!”. You owe me half the bill!”.
“Why would I do that!”. “You booked this!”.
“Because you...I refuse to describe what you did!”.

~~~The end~~~
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