[ This is somehow, out of everything, the most thoroughly unexplored territory for Aomine. The little touches, the gentle, unhurried exploration of Katze's hands, and the way clothes come off, instead of back on, porn and locker room conversations have never insinuated that anything like that would be included with sex, or sex-like activities. You just did it, and...left? That's what he's always thought.

The casual, comfortable intimacy puts to rest more of his anxiety and uncertainty; even half-naked, the sense of relaxation doesn't disappear. Katze's fingers feel good in his hair - who would have thought? Not him, not before tonight - and he ends up using his elbows to scoot up more fully on the mattress, falling back with a small groan. Not for the first time, he watches Katze watching him, and feels a flicker of pride and pleasure; he may be dumb as hell and ignorant to boot, but if there's one thing Aomine knows, it's that he's got a good body.

And he knows a well, as soon as Katze says it, that he doesn't want him to leave. ]

No, stay. I want you to.

[ If anything, that honesty says he's still on the better side of drunk, because saying it reveals a little too much about the softer inner workings of Aomine Daiki.

His hands feel so good, though. The attention feels good.

Which, as well, makes the curl of distaste to his mouth all the more telling. ]

'M fine. And those guys can go fuck themselves.

I'm not like that.

[ Like what? Easy, he thinks. He's not that easy. ]

If they'd started anything I woulda beaten the shit out of them.