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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.
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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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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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.]