[Katze can feel tension. He doesn't mind Aomine's hand in his hair, it's grounding. It makes him feel confident in his skill, in his current partner's body.

Katze likes sucking cock. Especially with someone who enjoys it. Part of him isn't used to this. He's used to Pets who he's forcing to get hard again, or to whores who fake their reactions to get it all over with.

Aomine is genuine. Katze finds it is almost painful, how young he is and how inexperienced and how true. He's too lost in that to really keep track of him until the second set of words come. They're not moans, not nonsensical words that settle low and warm in him.

It's too late. The first spurt goes down Katze's throat without conscious effort. Katze swallows reflexively, milks his cock with the slickness of his throat and mouth, drinks down what he offers.

It's a moment before he pulls off. Slowly, with another lick along him. Katze closes his fingers around the softening link just to ease him back. Men don't tend to appreciate their spent dicks being left wet with spit in cold air.]

That was quick. Good for you?

[But Katze doesn't sound accusing. His expression is sweet. Katze pats him, switches his position to nuzzle against his throat.]

It's fine. We can do it again, in? You're young and we have the room for the night if we want.