[Not the most elegant metaphor. Life is giving blowjobs and never getting them in return or something like that. Aomine is still watching him with that oddly intent look that makes Katze alternately want to smack him until he looks away and ask something more of him.
Then he's being pulled down. Kissed. It's a strange kiss, uncoordinated, but so genuine it hurts Katze in a particular way.]
You don't have to kiss me.
[In case there was a doubt, in case he's young enough to think that he has to. Katze's not entirely certain except that he doesn't want to coax anything from him he doesn't want to give.
But the question erases any thoughts of that and Katze chortles, shaking his head a little in a bemused way. That reassures him a little and mongrels will be mongrels. Even if they weren't mongrels to begin with.]
I'll blow you.
[He palms Aomine through his pants. Casually, but in a way that suggests he's familiar enough with this part of it. His zipper is undone, along with the button, and Katze slides a hand into the fabric, feeling an odd kind of twinge in himself at the sensation of skin. Except...]
You should take your pants off, then. At least down to your thighs. Don't really like fabric on my face.
[Memories, maybe. A need to exert control maybe. But Katze's more than willing to help him strip down.]
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[Not the most elegant metaphor. Life is giving blowjobs and never getting them in return or something like that. Aomine is still watching him with that oddly intent look that makes Katze alternately want to smack him until he looks away and ask something more of him.
Then he's being pulled down. Kissed. It's a strange kiss, uncoordinated, but so genuine it hurts Katze in a particular way.]
You don't have to kiss me.
[In case there was a doubt, in case he's young enough to think that he has to. Katze's not entirely certain except that he doesn't want to coax anything from him he doesn't want to give.
But the question erases any thoughts of that and Katze chortles, shaking his head a little in a bemused way. That reassures him a little and mongrels will be mongrels. Even if they weren't mongrels to begin with.]
I'll blow you.
[He palms Aomine through his pants. Casually, but in a way that suggests he's familiar enough with this part of it. His zipper is undone, along with the button, and Katze slides a hand into the fabric, feeling an odd kind of twinge in himself at the sensation of skin. Except...]
You should take your pants off, then. At least down to your thighs. Don't really like fabric on my face.
[Memories, maybe. A need to exert control maybe. But Katze's more than willing to help him strip down.]