[ He's naked again and his other partner is clothed; it had been like that with Nana as well. Even Aomine is not quite ignorant enough to think that that's how things go, because while that might, perhaps, be how it goes with Elites, who seem to go around in resplendent fashions while their Pets wear next to nothing, Katze has said more than once that that's not who or what he is.
Aomine's doubts and wonderings have no concrete form and likely wouldn't even while sober, but they prompt him to roll onto his side, his chin tilted down so he could rest eyes intent on Katze's face, now close against his collarbone.
(How many times has he done that now? He's lost count. He's not sure why he likes looking at him as much as he does.) ]
Yeah. Alright. I'll be careful.
[ He answered him softly, his voice distracted.
He reaches up, and touches the side of Katze's face; not quite on the scar, but close.
He's warm. Like his hands, his face is warm, and he follows the faint curve toward his ear, and sleek, smooth strands of red glide over the back of his palm. ]
For such a tough guy you sure worry a hell of a lot.
[ It's murmured; an observation, not an accusation. ]
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Aomine's doubts and wonderings have no concrete form and likely wouldn't even while sober, but they prompt him to roll onto his side, his chin tilted down so he could rest eyes intent on Katze's face, now close against his collarbone.
(How many times has he done that now? He's lost count. He's not sure why he likes looking at him as much as he does.) ]
Yeah. Alright. I'll be careful.
[ He answered him softly, his voice distracted.
He reaches up, and touches the side of Katze's face; not quite on the scar, but close.
He's warm. Like his hands, his face is warm, and he follows the faint curve toward his ear, and sleek, smooth strands of red glide over the back of his palm. ]
For such a tough guy you sure worry a hell of a lot.
[ It's murmured; an observation, not an accusation. ]