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[ Liquor is awful.

Liquor is the most awful thing he's ever put into his body and this is coming from a teenager that saw it as a personal challenge when Maji Burger ported the Triple Bacon Hashbrown Special Burger with Jalapenos over from America. At least that time his ludicrous internal workings had been able to metabolize all nine of those monstrosities once he stuffed them down his gullet; here, draped back in a seat that had once been part of hovercar, Aomine can feel every single shot sitting and simmering in his stomach in a hot, nauseating soup.

He's had four so far. He's not even sure what it is; the names for every drink are unfamiliar and half of them are obscured by the scarred transparent top of the table, which is itself a relic from a time when it was trendy to have the flickering menus set in them. Most of the bar is that, a hodgepodge of old shit, re-purposed shit, discarded shit, and lighting that attracts both dust and six-winged moths in droves. Aomine is watching the moths in particular, noting that each one is in fact an alien, before remembering that he is the one that is the alien here.

He can't remember why he went along with this. Mainly curiosity, probably, but also a lot of pride; he's not a boy, after all. He can handle all kinds of shit.

...what were they talking about.

.......basketball? ] Barkley, he never got a ring, you know?

He should've won a championship, he had a great game. But not one.

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[ It surprises him, how pleasant it all is, even the things he wouldn't have expected. It doesn't matter where Katze's hands go, or where he takes his own; all of it's enjoyable, each touch thrilling or soothing or warming in their own particular ways. Below the belt earns a little surprise, yeah, but it doesn't last, the last of his overt embarrassment and tension dying quietly and easily. He sighs and breathes and listens to his own heart, that subtle pounding, and imagines that he can feel Katze's too, when he presses his hands to his back, or to his chest.

He watches him the whole time. He watches his face change, little by little. It's hard still, sharpened by everything he's been through, but as it eases, Aomine feels himself ease as well, and in the end, a faint grin pulls at his mouth. ]

That's better.

[ He's pleased. He's pleased, and he's happy, and he's hot again, excitement winding tight in the pit of his stomach. His hands migrate back up to Katze's face and clasp his cheeks; he feels the scar press against his palm, but he doesn't flinch, and keeps his touch gentle. ]

You look better like this.

[ How, why? Hell, he doesn't know. He's stopped worrying. ]

I like it.

[ By now, he's shifting restlessly under another burgeoning erection, his dick pressing lightly against Katze's thigh. Knowing now how good it's going to be, eagerness is quick to take hold in his chest, and his slow motions pick up some, and he returns that kiss from earlier with one of his own, his tongue pressing forward in his excitement. ]

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What's better?

[Katze's a little lost, and that's dangerous. If someone burst through the door and wanted to fight, he could handle it no problem. But if someone burst through the door and he needed a lie to keep them both safe? He's not certain his brain can function well enough for that. Fortunately that doesn't seem to be what's about to happen.

Aomine answers him without really intending to, it seems. He looks different? But Katze's sure he looks less like a wild animal might leap on him and more like he's enjoying this. Less wary, less cautious, and Katze normally isn't a cautious person because his life is without value, but his companion's isn't and the teenager is in his care, as far as he's concerned.

He tips his head into the touch at his cheek. It's deep, going from his jaw up to disappear into his hairline, narrowly missing his eye.]

Good to know you're ranking me on my attractiveness.

[He's teasing. And Aomine certainly finds him attractive enough, judging by his cock filling out again, nudging against Katze's thigh. He shifts so he can rub against it, runs his hands over Aomine's hips and thighs and gives him a few teasing strokes.

The kisses are getting better as Aomine gets more practice but they are also still sweet, raw, something genuine that Katze enjoys accepting and returning in kind. He coaxes his tongue out, strokes it with his own. He can feel Aomine's heart, and less and less he's suspicious Aomine is doing this out of some obligation.]

You want another blowjob this time?

[But he pairs the question with a nibble down his jaw and to his throat. Used to moving things along quickly, perhaps.]

[bluezone]

[ Aomine can't think up a sexy or cool way to say "Your face" in regards to Katze's question, and so he doesn't, but he shows it with his hand and another soft scattering of kisses near his jaw when he's not busy letting their mouths meld and press together. It's followed by a laugh and a second, more confident grin, bolstered by good feelings and his lingering buzz.

Aomine's been a smug show-off plenty of times - about basketball.

This is perhaps the first time he's going to roll a little onto his back again, only one arm under him, and grin openly. It's maybe the first time he's been openly proud about his body, instead of simply proud and immeshed in the things he could do with it. ]

Don't act big. You like the way I look, too.

[ Which is in and of itself a tacit admission that Aomine does, in fact, find Katze attractive, no matter how much he thinks that that's not how he rolls. He doesn't think about it now, either, instead humming out low approval and shivering as his face gets hot again. Excitement bubbles up, stronger than before, and twice as curious; the way Katze says it, it implies to him - ]

What else is there?

[ The question is a bit TOO eager, and his face darkens, but now that he's started to ask he can't stop. ]

What else can you show me?

[ Aomine has been on the internet long enough to have a solid idea of "what else", but Katze's done this shit, not just read or watched it, and that kernel of respect from earlier is growing into something faintly tinged by trust. ]

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[Katze is happy to meet the kisses, gently and affectionately except for the rare skimming of teeth over his skin. Aomine is sweet, and even if Katze knows he's trying to reassure him in touches, it works because Katze doesn't often get a lot of tender treatment.

He nuzzles into his companion's throat, makes him tip his head so Katze can lick and suck and bite at his neck. e might have a few tender places but at least Katze isn't out to cause any bruises. And he chuckles when Aomine leans back, displays himself in a way that is very not trained.]

I do like the way you look. I don't make a secret about that.

[But he's not damaged property. Katze at very least doesn't point that out and kill the mood. Instead he starts to pay attention to Aomine's chest, his shoulders, his collarbone.

He glances up with amber eyes that have a bit of mischief in them because there is quite a bit more than blowjobs but he imagines he should make it rather basic. Of course there are also things Katze is lacking just a bit.]

Handjobs, obviously. Blowjobs with something inside you. Being fingered. Fucking me. Fucking against me...

[Not being fucked, of course, but Katze at least feels he has a nice set of skills to maybe offer him. He combs his fingers lightly through his companion's hair and smiles at him, rather than smirks.]

Whatever you want.

[Even if Katze's fingers are currently wrapped around his cock, pumping him or stroking with just the pads of his fingers, all together familiarizing himself with this bit of anatomy.]