[ Which, when translated from Aomine Speech, means: I wanted to. He says this with the same basic certainty that he's been saying most of his half of the conversation with, even doing so more or less amounts to saying he wanted to kiss a guy. It's true, so why not say it? Why not be honest? It's all so simple, suddenly. Maybe it'd been simple to begin with and before now he's just been causing undue trouble for himself.
He'd like it, too, kissing him. He really did like his mouth. ]
Thank fuck, I was starting to thi--ahhh, mmm, crap.
[ When had he gotten hard? ...had he been stumbling around outside with a boner? He can't remember and can't find the focus to try and recall, even as he feels a flicker of returning embarrassment. He squirms, looking for a comfortable position, and then he's gasping softly and curling long fingers in the cheap sheets. Katze's hand is still a little cool from the wintery weather outside even with a layer of fabric between them and the difference makes his hips jump and his heart thump, his dick already hustling from reasonably warm to full-on erection, because he's a young and healthy teenager with not a lot of self control.
This might, in fact, be a quicker BJ than both parties expect. ]
Making me do work, damn...
[ He says, while smirking, because haaaaaaa, pants.
Pants are easy. Aomine is, not unexpectedly, much more comfortable stripping in front of Katze than he had been in front of Nana; every pre- and post-game is spent in a locker room filled with similarly naked teammates, how could he not be used to it by now?
Of course, this is the first time Aomine's tried to wriggle out of his pants while nursing both a first class drunk and a growing hard-on, which makes things much more difficult than expected. He has a belt to claw off from around his waist first, and then some serious pushing to do at the waistband of both his pants and his underwear - Midas' idea of underwear, which look to him like ass-hugging boyshorts, but when you don't have a lot of money or choice...
The tightness proves to be a barrier, seeing as Aomine can't get his clumsy fingers around enough fabric to pull them down and off his hips. ]
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[ Which, when translated from Aomine Speech, means: I wanted to. He says this with the same basic certainty that he's been saying most of his half of the conversation with, even doing so more or less amounts to saying he wanted to kiss a guy. It's true, so why not say it? Why not be honest? It's all so simple, suddenly. Maybe it'd been simple to begin with and before now he's just been causing undue trouble for himself.
He'd like it, too, kissing him. He really did like his mouth. ]
Thank fuck, I was starting to thi--ahhh, mmm, crap.
[ When had he gotten hard? ...had he been stumbling around outside with a boner? He can't remember and can't find the focus to try and recall, even as he feels a flicker of returning embarrassment. He squirms, looking for a comfortable position, and then he's gasping softly and curling long fingers in the cheap sheets. Katze's hand is still a little cool from the wintery weather outside even with a layer of fabric between them and the difference makes his hips jump and his heart thump, his dick already hustling from reasonably warm to full-on erection, because he's a young and healthy teenager with not a lot of self control.
This might, in fact, be a quicker BJ than both parties expect. ]
Making me do work, damn...
[ He says, while smirking, because haaaaaaa, pants.
Pants are easy. Aomine is, not unexpectedly, much more comfortable stripping in front of Katze than he had been in front of Nana; every pre- and post-game is spent in a locker room filled with similarly naked teammates, how could he not be used to it by now?
Of course, this is the first time Aomine's tried to wriggle out of his pants while nursing both a first class drunk and a growing hard-on, which makes things much more difficult than expected. He has a belt to claw off from around his waist first, and then some serious pushing to do at the waistband of both his pants and his underwear - Midas' idea of underwear, which look to him like ass-hugging boyshorts, but when you don't have a lot of money or choice...
The tightness proves to be a barrier, seeing as Aomine can't get his clumsy fingers around enough fabric to pull them down and off his hips. ]