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Kazunari Takao #9: ripping the other away – “no we
shouldn’t” – but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close
“When are you going to stop denying yourself and admit you
want me?” Takao’s question pulls an incredulous laugh from your lips and a
shake of your head.
“Sure, Takao, like that’s a good idea,” you quip over your shoulder.
You aren’t looking at him, focused on folding towels in the store room.
For the entirety of your joint training camp, you and Shutoku’s
first year point guard have been flirting back and forth, much to the annoyance
of both your teams considering you’re Seirin’s manager. It doesn’t matter that
he gets along with everyone, friend or rival, your boys aren’t too keen on your
attention being elsewhere. Sure, it’s a bit selfish of them, but winners sometimes
have to be.
You’re jarred out of your thoughts when hands unexpectedly
grasp your waist, Takao’s breath hot on the back of your neck. “I was being
serious,” he says, adding on, “for once,” before ever so gently pressing a kiss
to your cheek. Turning in his arms, your eyes meet his and you can see he’s not
kidding.
Takao could say he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but
that would be lie. You’ve gotten into him, under his skin, constantly in his
thoughts, invading his dreams. He’s never met someone so like himself but different.
You’re fun but able to be serious, focused but not obsessed and kind, oh so
very kind, to everyone; even Midorima.
He can see the hesitation in your eyes, but also the want.
Leaning forward more, his lips just about to graze yours he whispers, “I don’t
need to use my hawk eye to see you want this as much as I do.” He finishes by
kissing you.
For a moment, you stiffen, unsure what to do. He’s right;
you like him a lot more than you probably should for only having met him at
camp. But when he starts to deepen the kiss you pull away, breathing out, “Takao,
no, we…we shouldn’t,” however your protest turns into a deep moan as your mouth
is sealed by his once more, tongue darting in to caress yours.
Your hands gripping the front of his jersey tug him forward
and he has to suppress the urge to grin as you draw him closer. He wraps your
arms around his neck before encasing you in a strong embrace, hands rubbing up
and down your back. A slight moan comes from him when your nails gently scrap
his scalp.
Releasing you to draw breath, Takao looks down into your
flushed face, lips slightly swollen from the intensity of his kiss. Hand on your
cheek, his thumb rubs back and forth across your skin, eyes soft and smile
gentle. “Let me take you out when we get home,” he says and you nod.
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