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Written for the microfic meme
Theme #2: AU
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He usually tends to be partnered with Aomine, so it’s a surprise when Kuroko discovers that he’ll be filming together with Murasakibara for the first time.
“It’s simple,” Akashi explains, because everything they work on is, but then again, pornography generally isn’t known for being intellectually stimulating. “We need the smallest guy being fucked by the biggest cock. In other words, it’s a size kink.”
Which is why Kuroko goes over to greet his co-star before the cameras start to roll. “I look forward to working with you today, Murasakibara-kun,” he says, bowing politely (he never forgets his manners, even in an industry like the one he’s made his name in).
Murasakibara gives him a wave of acknowledgement. “Likewise,” he mumbles through a mouthful of potato chips.
He doesn’t seem interested in exchanging further pleasantries, so Kuroko leaves him alone with his snacks. There’s no need for him to take it personally, since Murasakibara always makes it clear that he prefers food over sex. Kuroko has heard him complaining about his job more than once, but he’s good at what he does, it’s easy money and there’s a demand for him, so he hasn’t bothered to quit yet.
Stripping out of his robe when Akashi calls for him to get in position (it’s not much use being body shy in their profession), Kuroko climbs onto the bed. Murasakibara follows shortly after, completely blasé as he strides naked over to where Kuroko is waiting. Kuroko has seen a lot of cocks throughout his career, but Murasakibara’s is the largest, and it makes Kuroko feel just a little apprehensive, because Akashi is a bastard and refuses to let him use enough lube.
But it’s what the viewers want to see, according to Akashi, because that’s how they’re most partial when it comes to Kuroko, submissive, dominated and looking like he’s in pain, and since Akashi is the one in charge, Kuroko doesn’t really tend to get any say in the matter.
The cameras are right there in Kuroko’s face when he straddles Murasakibara’s hips, ready to capture his every expression, and in his ass, which Murasakibara takes hold of in his hands, spreading him open.
“Action!” says Akashi.
Kuroko begins to lower himself onto Murasakibara’s cock, gritting his teeth and hissing softly, already feeling the slow burn of it.
“Sorry,” Murasakibara whispers into his ear, giving it a tiny kiss of apology.
Kuroko simply moans, aware that he needs to be vocal, and Akashi nods his approval from the director’s chair.
“Good, Tetsuya,” he praises. “And don’t forget to scream.”
He has to go slow, because he’s never been taken by anyone this huge before, and Kuroko’s whimpers are only half for show as he slides down, inch by inch, but Akashi doesn’t have the patience for that.
“You can handle the rest, Atsushi.”
With a single snap of his hips, Murasakibara drives his dick up the rest of the way inside Kuroko, and Kuroko’s eyes widen in shock (he’s gotten good at being able to cry on cue, but he’s not faking the way they water right now), remembering to do as he’s been told and letting out a wail.
“Don’t give him time to adjust,” Akashi advises, so Murasakibara starts fucking Kuroko in earnest, and all he can do is cling on as he bounces in Murasakibara’s lap, gasping and sobbing and whimpering.
Murasakibara’s palms are gentle on his back afterwards, when Kuroko slumps against him weakly, drained of all his strength, and it’s not in the script, but Murasakibara continues to display a characteristic lack of concern for his work.
“Good job, Kuro-chin,” he says lazily.
“Likewise,” Kuroko murmurs, hiding a tired smile.