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Taiga doesn’t think much of it when he falls asleep shirtless on his couch. He is still damp from his post-basketball shower, and the fan blowing on the cold droplets of water on his body feels heavenly. He isn’t exactly sure of how long he naps for. Perhaps something around twenty minutes. Enough to relax his muscles and cool his head off after running around the court all afternoon.
It’s easy to figure out what wakes him up. The blue-haired idiot first coming into his line of sight when he blinks an eye open is a fantastic clue. Taiga blinks some more, meaning to shift to wash sleep away when he notices his hips are trapped.
Aomine Daiki is sitting on his lower stomach, legs folded around each side of his hips. He’s hovering, close enough that Taiga can see he isn’t being looked at. At least, not in the eyes. It registers much faster to his brain this time, the episode from earlier this afternoon cueing him in.
“Are you drooling ?” he scoffs, and if Aomine flinches in surprise, probably not expecting him to wake up, he doesn’t even take his eyes off his chest.
The bluenette has to swallow before he answers. “Am not.”
Taiga can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips. He feels fully awake now, ready to muster enough force to move his hips again and get rid of the perverted teenager staring at his torso. He has half the mind to wonder how long he’s been perched on his belly, looking at the rise and fall of his chest in a - he is certain - totally innocent manner. But, as soon as he props his elbows under him, Aomine pushes him back against the couch with a small whine.
“Kagami, wait,” he demands. Taiga raises an eyebrow. Aomine looks weirdly determined, suddenly. His pupils were kind of blown earlier, but now they’re sharp. Target, lock on. Taiga shivers.
At least, Aomine has to decency to look up at him in the eyes when he asks. “Can I please, please, pleaaase, suck on your nipples ?”
Taiga blinks slowly, twice. He thinks he’s bluffing. He’s trying to embarrass him or make him blush. He does that all the time, because he knows his fake flirting really gets to Taiga’s head. When the red-head tells him to stop, Aomine replies he can’t, because making Taiga embarrassed is his favorite activity. And Taiga thinks he needs better hobbies. But little does he know, two can play at this game. He’s about to say yes, just to see Aomine chicken out of it. But as he opens his mouth, Aomine gives him some pleading puppy eyes, and something in Taiga’s brain department short-circuits.
Aomine doesn’t look like he is bluffing, at all.
Taiga has to frown and blink a couple times. “Dude, what ?” he hears himself ask. There are alarms ringing now. There must be a fire. The little guys in his brain better turn that off soon, his cheeks are kind of getting aflame.
Aomine is shaking him by the shoulders now. Pleading with an annoying series of please please please. “You show me your boobs all day and I can’t do anything about it ?” he whines some more. “That’s not fair, Kagamiiii.”
Taiga can’t help the sudden laughing that takes over his body, and he almost chokes over it. It makes his throat itch and he has to cough in between cackles. It all travels down to his belly, making Aomine shake with it too. And the image of his rival bounced up and down by his laughter, while wearing such a pouty face seriously doesn’t help the giggles. He looks like a house cat annoyed that his favorite human-pillow moved.
“Oi,” Aomine growls, shaking his shoulders again. “That wasn’t a joke,” he hisses. “That was a yes or no question !”
“They’re not boobs,” Taiga uselessly points out, feeling hysterical. Aomine whatevers him. But his eyes stay locked into is, and the red-head realizes he seriously is waiting for an answer.
That quiets his giggles down. He feels a bit dazed, looking into Aomine’s sharp gaze, swallowing when he doesn’t find a trace of bullshit in them. He doesn’t really know where the bravery came from when he hums a small “yeah”. Is it the fire incident in his brain ? That sounds probable. But there isn’t an ounce of regret when Aomine Daiki flashes him a triumphant smirk and leans down on him.
A tan hand slowly comes up to brush away his necklace. “Gotta get that out of the way,” he explains, settling the jewelry at the base of Taiga’s throat. It feels cold, the metal iced by the fan. Luckily for him, that same hand that starts to cup his right pec is plenty warm. And all the while, Aomine brushes his nose on the tip of his other nipple. Taiga breathes sharply when he feels it going hard at the touch, and he results to closing his eyes.
Aomine nuzzles against it some more, before Taiga hears his lips part open. It’s really hard to bite down a moan when Aomine’s tongue starts playing around the tip. He’s just licking at first. Impossibly gently. So much, Taiga doesn’t really know what to do with the heat flushing his cheeks and neck. Stop teasing ! Taiga wants to say. It’s a grunt, edging awfully close to a whimper, that comes out instead. So he makes a point to keep his mouth closed.
Luckily, Aomine’s licking is intensifying. His lips are pressing around his areola now, making kissing sounds whenever the bluenette pulls away. It’s making Taiga so eager that his muscles are contracting. But he’s still feeling Aomine’s hand cupping and squeezing his pec. He wants to try his best to keep them soft for him.
However, it’s hard to relax and breathe evenly when your rival results to sucking your nipple in. Aomine’s breath is warm, it’s quicker and more intense with pleasure, and it brushes on his already overwhelmed chest and, fuck, this is absolutely going to bruise, he thinks when the bluenette kisses so hard he feels a faint squeeze of his teeth.
Taiga allows it. Aomine goes back to making out with his nipple without a single use of his fangs, so he allows it. It feels so good, he gets a bit dizzy with it. But after only a few seconds, he feels a squeeze again. Teeth sinking in the soft skin around the areola. Taiga’s eyes fly open in time to see white fangs properly bite him.
“You are a spoiled little shit !” he yells, propping his elbows under him, and Aomine startles, freezing with Taiga’s tits still in his mouth. Caught in 4k. “Let go,” the red-head growls, and he has to bite down a laugh when Aomine obediently does, giving it one last small guilty lick.
It’s all swollen and pink, shiny with saliva. The lower part of his areola getting slightly darker, towards a purple shade. Around it, there is a proper bite mark. Taiga squeezes Aomine’s cheeks between his thumb and index. “What do we say ?” he snarls.
He just wants to force his rival to apologize. Just to see him a little embarrassed. “Thank you for the meal ?” Aomine tries instead.
It’s so sudden, Taiga breaks into laughter again.
Aomine just smirks sheepishly before he follows suit.
They’re both idiots, but it still doesn’t take them very long to realize this thing that just happened has crossed the boundaries of “bro territory”. Taiga raises his chin in a challenge. He isn’t the one to have openly stared at his rival’s chest all day, before practically begging to get a bite of his nipples. He was definitely the least gay out of the both of them.
On the other hand, Aomine is showing close to no remorse, eyes mischievous and grin triomphant. I got what I wanted. his face seems to say.
“No homo ?” the bluenette offers. He gets kicked off the couch for his troubles.