[ Well of course how to fuck. That's why they do, right? Fuck people. ...each other. Other pets. He knows the rules.

And yet despite the fact that that was the obvious answer, Aomine still feels a foggy heat crawl up his cheeks. He's blushing and it colors his cheeks darker and draws his eyes back down, embarrassment and curiosity and memories tumbling about messily in his head. He's not...hell, he's not completely in experienced. He's been with...one person, so far. He's done things. Not fucking maybe...or much of anything else.

Or really anything other than learn that fingers in his ass feel just as good, or better than, having his dick sucked.

Aomine's face gets darker. ]

I'm not quiet. I'm sure as hell not obedient. [ He says to his elbow. ] Not pretty, either. Not like you are.

[ Did he mean to say that?

He supposes he did. ] But the rest of that stuff, can you show me?

I don't know anything.

[ Which, going by how he says it, is a thing he hates. He doesn't like to screw up, especially not in front of people, and his ignorance pricks at him.

(And Katze is pretty.) ]