[It's a good indicator you liked something, at the very least. Katze won't argue with that. Aomine is a little defensive but in a fun way. A way that makes it entirely too enjoyable for Katze to needle him further.]
You didn't know that before, apparently. And it can be more intense for men, obviously.
[He releases him once he's sure he'll get to the bed without landing on his face. Katze doesn't want to spend the night finding medical attention. Of course that leads to the question of how he does want to spend the night.
His jeans haven't gone unnoticed, or rather the tightness hasn't. Katze always looks at people, he's usually detached from it. Empty to the naked, writhing bodies of Pets as he drags them away. Aomine strikes something in him.]
I don't like Pets. Never liked them. Vapid little things. Stupid and empty. Doesn't mean I like where they end up but...
[More seriously.]
Don't be a Pet. Not unless you know what it leads to.
[He's so earnest about this it hurts. He's remembering Riki, remembering what promise he had and what he could have been. Remembering the broken shell of a person he became and Katze knows that it's his fault. He hadn't denied Iason anything, but dragging someone else into it...
Katze sits on the bed next to him, rests a hand on Aomine's thigh just above his knee and leans over so he can look at him properly, and Katze kind of wonders if he should let him sleep it off here.]
Want to know something sad? I've never had a good blowjob. But I can give amazing ones.
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[It's a good indicator you liked something, at the very least. Katze won't argue with that. Aomine is a little defensive but in a fun way. A way that makes it entirely too enjoyable for Katze to needle him further.]
You didn't know that before, apparently. And it can be more intense for men, obviously.
[He releases him once he's sure he'll get to the bed without landing on his face. Katze doesn't want to spend the night finding medical attention. Of course that leads to the question of how he does want to spend the night.
His jeans haven't gone unnoticed, or rather the tightness hasn't. Katze always looks at people, he's usually detached from it. Empty to the naked, writhing bodies of Pets as he drags them away. Aomine strikes something in him.]
I don't like Pets. Never liked them. Vapid little things. Stupid and empty. Doesn't mean I like where they end up but...
[More seriously.]
Don't be a Pet. Not unless you know what it leads to.
[He's so earnest about this it hurts. He's remembering Riki, remembering what promise he had and what he could have been. Remembering the broken shell of a person he became and Katze knows that it's his fault. He hadn't denied Iason anything, but dragging someone else into it...
Katze sits on the bed next to him, rests a hand on Aomine's thigh just above his knee and leans over so he can look at him properly, and Katze kind of wonders if he should let him sleep it off here.]
Want to know something sad? I've never had a good blowjob. But I can give amazing ones.