[ Like many things about Katze, it's sad, although the lack of a good blowjob is a loss in such an intimate, personal way, even if Aomine doesn't fully understand why. He can't exactly offer one, being both ignorant of how to give it and not entirely sure of how he'd feel doing it, but there's a hard thread of determination in him, a certainty that blossoms into boldness and energy.
This guy, Aomine wants...
Him? He wants him.
Yeah. Yeah, that's what it feels like. And if that's what it feels like, then that's enough for Aomine, who is never a big thinker even when sober.
He's the type of person that acts and he acts now by reaching up and clasping the sides of Katze's face, excited by his own decision, excited by his nearness, and excited by the hand on his thigh. He holds on to him for a moment, examining his face again, trying to find the why of why he wants him, the bits and pieces that stick in his memory: his mouth, his jaw, the way his hair frames his face. Maybe the hardness as well, how he's sharpened like a knife, a feature that Aomine respects and responds to.
Soft people, people that are all rounded edges and no resistance...he doesn't like them the way he likes Katze (or Kaname, or Nana, or Kagami), because something isn't worth it unless there's some edge to be found.
All these things are going through Aomine's head in a jumbled, heated mass, a tangle of emotion and impression and arousal, when he tugs Katze down and closer and says, close against his mouth: ]
I'm not a Pet.
I'm just me.
[ He kisses him...poorly, getting equal parts mouth and cheek, but he's very intent about it. ]
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[ Like many things about Katze, it's sad, although the lack of a good blowjob is a loss in such an intimate, personal way, even if Aomine doesn't fully understand why. He can't exactly offer one, being both ignorant of how to give it and not entirely sure of how he'd feel doing it, but there's a hard thread of determination in him, a certainty that blossoms into boldness and energy.
This guy, Aomine wants...
Him? He wants him.
Yeah. Yeah, that's what it feels like. And if that's what it feels like, then that's enough for Aomine, who is never a big thinker even when sober.
He's the type of person that acts and he acts now by reaching up and clasping the sides of Katze's face, excited by his own decision, excited by his nearness, and excited by the hand on his thigh. He holds on to him for a moment, examining his face again, trying to find the why of why he wants him, the bits and pieces that stick in his memory: his mouth, his jaw, the way his hair frames his face. Maybe the hardness as well, how he's sharpened like a knife, a feature that Aomine respects and responds to.
Soft people, people that are all rounded edges and no resistance...he doesn't like them the way he likes Katze (or Kaname, or Nana, or Kagami), because something isn't worth it unless there's some edge to be found.
All these things are going through Aomine's head in a jumbled, heated mass, a tangle of emotion and impression and arousal, when he tugs Katze down and closer and says, close against his mouth: ]
I'm not a Pet.
I'm just me.
[ He kisses him...poorly, getting equal parts mouth and cheek, but he's very intent about it. ]
Are you going to blow me or not?