[ There's a lot of Kagami almost on top of him now, filling his airspace and pressing against one of his spread thighs. And while Aomine certainly doesn't mind it, he...why does it mind it, again?
Oh, right, because Kagami looks way, way too smug. He needs to - ]
Haha, that shit tickles.
[ His ears flick, twitching under Kagami's fingers. His tail beats in annoyance against Kagami's - presumed; hard to tell with the robe - rib cage, and reveals a fun fact: it splits about two thirds down, meaning there's two tailtips, both of them half-curled. ]
You're leaving yourself open, idiot.
[ Open to what? To Aomine reaching up and smushing his cheeks with a half-lurid, happily drunk smirk. ]
Oi-- Sh'op 'at, you. [Kagami's face dips lower as he tries to get the hood to cover him, just in case.]
Someone's gonna see.
[And yet: there is Aomine, warm and lanky and right under him, his thigh brushing Kagami's hip. He can't help it, he really can't, when his fingers slide under the bottom seam of those stupid, barely-there shorts, to squeeze at the bare skin of someone's perfect ass.
Then his hand is gone, and he straights, his own flustered face still hidden by the hood.]
You're drunk, idiot. Shouldn't stay here.
[He still can't help another wondering stroke along the soft, silky fur of the tail. There's two of them? It feels so nice against his fingers...]
[ And then the opposite of surprise, while an unashamedly pleasant shiver courses through his body. Kagami is definitely acting like he can just go around and do whatever he wants, right out in public, and Aomine definitely needs to punish him. ]
Let's go somewhere, then.
[ Getting up is an act of sinuous laziness; when he stands, he stretches until his back pops and he can roll his shoulders against the fresh, pleasant looseness. At the same time, the double tail slips away from Kagami's fingers and "accidentally" brushes over his cheek and down under his chin, the bottom of Aomine's spine still buzzing from the brief petting.
In the hazy, happy eddies of his brain, a plan is beginning to form. ]
[It tickles, and he has to stop himself from reaching out to touch it again -- the fur is so silky, though why does he have two, at the end? Kagami would dwell on this question, except that he is, of course, immediately distracted by Aomine's showing off.
Every now and then, he's acutely reminded of just how broad Aomine's shoulders are, of the lean, rock-hard muscle on his chest and abdomen, of how beautiful he is. Now is one of those times. He swallows, tugs his hood forward, and tries not to let the urgency he's suddenly feeling creep into his voice when he rises.]
Yeah. Where?
[His hands are shoved unceremoniously down into the pockets of his jeans. The police are out in full force, and they really cant risk any more trouble, the two of them. He was already being stupid earlier, touching Aomine like that.
He still wants to. Even now, his hands clench in his pockets; it's hard sometimes, not being able to do anything, not being able to touch him in public at all when Kagami wants him so much.]
[ Where is not very far, and is part of a long street of similar buildings, the cheerful orange and crimson glow from the crowded street making strange shadows on the inky facades. Here and there, the gold accents glow or pulse; more than a few doors are inhabited by "witches" and "imps" in costumes a hundred times more provocative than Aomine's own. There's laughter and delighted shrieks spilling from the windows of the majority, but Aomine seems to just know where there's a doorman in a scarlet cape, who nods at the word "private" and "all night", and leads them in.
By the time they're there, Aomine has also acquired an armful of spoils: a chuckling pumpkin basket of treats, pockets of toys and shiny things more to do with his current short attention span (some, it seems, are stuffed with catnip), another drink for himself in a skull-shaped cup, and finally, a "drink" for Kagami that looks like an alchemist's potion, white smoke curling out from around its stopper.
It's color is a lurid red-orange, with black at the bottom. ]
[He lets out a breath when the gauntlet of hallways, payment, and other arrangements is over with, when the door finally falls shut behind them, the sound of it heavy and comforting. The room is, predictably, outfitted with all kinds of heavy, dark furniture. Velvet drapes and fake glittering cobwebs decorate the lot. Equally unsurprisingly, the bed is gigantic.
He pushes the hood off of his face and drops himself onto the plush mattress, looking up at Aomine and his assortment of treasures. He eyes the drink in the skull cup; he should probably do something about that, try to take it away from him or something, but it’s not like he’s Aomine’s mother. And, if he’s honest with himself, Aomine being drunk, leering, and permissive isn’t what bothered him about the scene on the street.
It definitely doesn’t bother him now. He leans back on his hands and looks over him more closely, once again noticing the deep dip of the yukata over his chest, how it falls over his trim waist and frames his hips.]
‘s a good colour on you. [He can’t help the grin slowly creeping onto his face, either. Still, his gaze is also drawn to the other drink, the weird one. He’s seen similar things being passed around, but…]
[ The compliment settles nicely in the warm pit of his belly. If Aomine stretches a little after that, his tail curling in pleasure while an unashamed smirk drifts Kagami's way. ]
I get to keep it.
[ Which is to say: more fun for later.
For now, Aomine's going to turn around, arms empty now except for the bottle in question. Easy as you please, he tosses it to him; he knows it's not going to break, even if he thought Kagami wouldn't catch it. ]
It's for you. They're pretty good.
[ Since, after all, it's not fair that he gets everything. And while Aomine's not exactly cunning, he's also casually sneaky, and lets his ears dip, a shrug coming out to go with them. ]
[He catches the drink, eyeing it dubiously, but... But they've got the room for a night, and relative privacy and a giant bed, and right now, getting tipsy and fooling around with Aomine doesn't sound like the worst thing he could be doing.
It sounds like fun. Like a chance to relax. He looks up, a grin spreading on his face, his thumb on the cork of the bottle, and--
Immediately gets distracted again, this time by Aomine's ears. He still remembers how they felt against his fingers, all silky and warm, just like all of Aomine is warm, and how they didn't really get to touch each other very much, outside...]
C'mere. [He pats his thigh in clear invitation, his free hand still working on the cork. His eyes stay on Aomine, though, and there's something fond and expectant in his expression.
[ Aomine is just drunk enough to keep a straight face, but the tips of his ears do twitch a little, because goddamnit Kagami. He has plans.
And yet those are plans he can still work at while having a little fun. It's a rare sight these days, seeing Kagami with his shoulders relaxed and a grin on his face. His chest warms, even as he snorts and lifts his chin. ]
Who said you could order me around?
[ Which would imply that Aomine wasn't going to do it, except there he is, sliding easily onto Kagami's lap, his hands on his shoulders and his thighs coming to drape on either side of his hips. Kagami might have noticed earlier and if not, it's very easy to notice now: Aomine's not wearing anything under those shorts.
He reaches out and wraps his hand around Kagami's own, holding the bottle with him. He leans to the side and nudges Kagami's fingers out of the way so he can sink his teeth into the cork and pull it out himself, easy as you please.
His teeth are sharp. He's grinning the whole while. ]
[He's reaching up, immediately, to fondle the ears again, and they're as soft and as warm as he remembers against his fingers. Aomine feels good against him, a solid, warm, sexually charged weight, better yet for his ridiculous getup. He's almost too distracted to miss the ridiculous uncorking of his bottle; he's definitely too distracted to wonder just why Aomine's so eager to have him drink it.
Instead, he holds it up to his lips as his free hand slips down to push the yukata off of Aomine's shoulders, baring more smooth, dark skin. There's something thrilling about the way it looks, the way he looks, disheveled, half-bared. The yukata can stay, he thinks, but the shorts should go next, leaving him--
And then the liquid hits his tongue and his eyes widen. It's good. It's really... really good. There's something fresh about it, something fruity and crisp, not too sweet; he doesn't taste the burn of alcohol at all as he tips his head back to gulp it down. It tastes-- tropical, he thinks, cool, with a hint of some foreign spice he's never tasted before, and he's downed it before he realizes, licking his lips and looking at the empty bottle appreciatively.
Almost immediately, he feels warmer. It's pleasant -- if a little alarming -- how fast it spreads through him, a heady warmth that brings a flush to his face and makes him feel languid and flexible all over, like he could do anything at all. He doesn't even think to question it at first, just reaches in, forward, to nuzzle at Aomine's cheek, breathing in his scent.
And then things get decidedly weird.
It's a tingling, almost like the pins and needles of a limb falling asleep, except it's at the top of his head and-- the small of his back. He frowns, pauses, and then reaches up -- but there's no tingling, not anymore. What his fingers encounter is fur, warm and thick, twitching-- twitching against his fingers, feeling not quite but almost...
Aomine had hoped, it's true. The label - which he had removed as soon as the potion had been bought and paid for - had only said "Tropical Fun in the Jungle", which could've given Kagami a baboon's butt if he was really unlucky. But he'd had a gut feeling, watching the fiery red-orange turn in the glass, and he'd bet on it, putting down credits then and there while adding a whole pile of other things so that Kagami wouldn't suspect anything. ]
Ahaha. Heh.
[ Aomine's rich chuckling is, understandably, inevitably, smug. Pleased. Fond. He reaches up to touch them, too, a crooked, happy smirk crawling across his face. Unlike his ears, which are sharply pointed and upright, a cat's ears, Kagami's are short, rounded, and with a little extra fluff on the inside: all the sweet, noble trappings of an apex predator, with a softness that makes him hum in delight. ]
Knew it.
[ He lets his hands drop and leans around, hoping to spy a tail - but then, Kagami's wearing robes. There's a new lump under there, he thinks, one that's moving slightly, but he's going to have to get him undressed in order to know for sure. He moves back into his original position, his arms now draped over Kagami's shoulders, and leans forward and up slightly to give one tigerish ear a soft lick, followed by a warm whisper. ]
Knew you'd be cute.
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[His voice is different, too. There is a bit of roughness, the hint of a growl that curls around every word. His ears, warm against Aomine's fingers, twitch again. There's too many sensations at once -- the warmth pulsing through him, making every inch of skin feel hypersensitive -- the cacophony of sounds filtering in, different somehow -- Aomine's smug, happy face above his and the odd yet unmistakable feel of a-- a tail, snaking its way out from the waistband of his jeans.
He reaches back to pull it out all the way just as Aomine's tongue touches to one furry, sensitive ear. His eyes flutter shut, caught off guard by the acute spark of pleasure. It feels unexpectedly great, almost like-- like grooming?]
You asshole, [he manages to groan, noting with some horror that his tail -- a long, striped, fluffy thing with a puff of white fur at the end -- seems to have a mind of its own. It flicks out to flirt with Aomine's own, tangling and curling around its twin ends.
His teeth are sharper than before. He hopes it makes his scowl especially impressive.]
I wouldn't make you drink anything if I didn't know what it did first.
[ Because Aomine is a responsible boyfriend and takes care of his lover.
Aomine is also a delighted lover, drinking in the wonderful sight and sighing with pleasure when he feels Kagami's tail brush over his own. He doesn't even have to think about it for it to curl back around Kagami's, black over stripes, so that they're all wrapped up even as Kagami continues to fuss over nothing.
...even if his fussing is fucking cute.
Aomine's grind is lurid in its happy indulgence and, completely unaffected by that scowl, he gives Kagami's ear another lick, much slower this time, curling a round the base before drifting in a lazy arc up to a rounded tip.
Aomine tanks the shout without so much as a flinch. It's weird, almost; he worked so hard to be calm, it's like he can't shake it off, suddenly. Like he's almost forgotten how not to be cold, even though he'd been shaking in worry and hurt just yesterday.
Idiot.
I get it.
Aomine doesn't reply immediately. He reaches past Kagami, and presses a slim oval button on the seat next to him. Far to their right, an opaque panel lifts with a small hiss, and closes them off from the robotic driver, sealing its seams to leave a smooth wall lit by the cool blue lights overhead.
Safe. ]
What'd they do to you?
[ Aomine's gloved hands are there again, lifting up to Kagami's arms, feeling for the bruises. ]
[He flinches at the blunt ache of Aomine's fingers on his bruises, and attempts to pull away and deny them at the same time, but what his mouth says instead is:]
They just beat me.
[...wait. No. That's not--
He scowls, and then reaches up to forcefully grasp Aomine's face in his hands, framing that serious, weirdly calm expression. So damn handsome, a part of him thinks, and he doesn't realize he's muttered it until the last word leaves his lips.]
Shit. Damn it--
[He has to let go, has to pull back for real, scrambling to the other side of the car and covering his burning face with his hands, because shit, shit, he thought it'd be over when he left somehow, that he'd be alright, but...]
[ The cool fist around his heart lets up, just a little; Aomine's brows go from low and narrow to relaxed, and a little bit higher up than they were a second ago. ]
Kagami...?
[ He's seen Kagami hurt. He's seen Kagami angry. He's seen Kagami horny as hell.
But it's rare that he sees him embarrassed, while not also being one of those three things. The surprise even soothes the quick fire of his own anger, because how fucking dare they--
But first. Aomine moves after him, sliding onto the plush seat next to him and reaching over to take his wrists. He feels hot, which he'd attributed to exhaustion and fury, except...no, when he tugs, he sees the start of a bright red face. ]
[He opens and closes his mouth several times, each one ending with an aborted intake of breath. He wants to lie. He wants to lie about it, because it's dumb, because Aomine is gonna be angry, but he already knows there's no point.
Eventually, he reaches up to tug down his high collar, revealing a chrome-coloured bandaid on the side of his neck.]
They gave me something.
T' make me talk. [The latter is muffled because he's rubbing his palm over his face, again. After a moment's thought, he heaves out a resigned sigh and flops down to a horizontal position, so that he's stretched out on the long, cushioned bench inside the limo.]
Car must've cost a fortune...
[His head thumps onto Aomine's lap, though Kagami doesn't look at him, his forearm thrown over his eyes instead. But even so, even if this is embarrassing and dangerous and stupid -- it's comforting, and he deserves at least that much, he thinks.]
I didn't. Tell 'em anything. Not about the lab stuff. But--
[ It seems like Aomine just blinks, and then Kagami's in his lap.
He...doesn't mind it. He doesn't mind it at all. The chill under his ribs fades a little bit more, and he starts to feel like a person again, more so when he settles a hand in Kagami's hair.
He's here.
He's safe.
Aomine's angry, yeah. He's been angry this whole time. But it's been so long that being something other than angry is easy; he just fits the new emotion on top of it. In this case it's a faint confusion and an obvious concern. He touches Kagami's neck, his rage simmering but his curiosity stronger. ]
But what?
What do they know?
[ His curiosity, and his caution. Will they have to move? Do they both have to change their names? ]
[It feels good, the hand in his hair, and he closes his eyes, makes an appreciative noise. His shoulders are barely starting to relax when Aomine posits the next question; they immediately stop.
The words spill out on their own, against his will.]
Told 'em about what happened inside that damn spider corpse...
[He swallows, the flush spilling down his face and over his neck, visible even under the blue lights and his tan.]
A lot. About it.
[Another beat, and he gives up on being brave about this, turning so he can outright bury his face against Aomine's lap. Somehow he's sure that the searing heat of it will travel all the way through the layers of suit and reach Aomine's skin.]
Couldn't... couldn't stop at all. I tried.
[And he feels it, again, rising up inside him, pressing against his ribs, like some kind of invisible object to be released, growing larger and larger, that damn spider and its entire array of embarrassing, awful secrets--]
The worry, the fear, the bitterness, the fury - they just get...brushed away. Aomine's a simple guy, always has been, and is young enough still that his emotions can turn easily and immediately. He should still be appalled, and he kind of is, because fuck, how humiliating could that have been, they've been trying so damn hard to just forget all that shit, and Kagami...
Told them everything.
Kagami's telling him everything.
Kagami has his head in his lap.
Kagami said he smells nice. ]
Shit.
[ Aomine swallows. He feels something warm and solid settle in the pit of his stomach. He feels something that's maybe his conscience, pricking at the back of his mind, but it's so small and insignificant that he can just ignore it.
His palm comes to rest on the top of Kagami's head. The other strokes down his back, slowly. Soothing. Then settles neatly at the small of his back. ]
[It's not really unexpected. Not when he thinks about it, which he doesn't, because he's too busy freezing, his body tense under Aomine's hands.
It's not unexpected, because did he really think Aomine wouldn't ask?
Still, he jerks upwards, propped up on an elbow, a new surge of temper at least enough to make him look at Aomine again -- glare at him, more like, as Kagami's free hand fists his tie.]
You-- [And that's as far as he gets before it rolls over him, like a physical force, and he hisses through his teeth and sags down, a little bit. What comes out next is as inevitable and inescapable as their blue sun.]
I've been... I've been jerking off to it. All this time, in the shower. [And he hates Aomine a little bit right now, but Kagami still has to lean his forehead against the solid, warm column of his body, and somehow it -- he's -- still comforting, even now.] I didn't use to, after we started doing-- After we got together. I'd just find you.
[He pauses, and then lets himself roll back onto Aomine's lap, letting go of the tie last and not without a sharp jerk. His arm goes back over his tightly shut eyes. This is different and new; he hadn't explored this part of it with the authorities at all.]
...I'm gonna kill you, you asshole.
[But it's easier, in a way, to relax into it; the more he fights it, the harder the process is, the more he risks spilling other, more dangerous things. So he lets it, lets the words come, although they still come slow, stumbling, because this isn't the worst thing, but--]
You're gonna think I'm some kinda weird pervert. Getting off on those things that it did...
The corners of Aomine's mouth twitch. His feelings turn over again, and they're all good feelings now, even if Kagami might not think so. He thinks that maybe it's mean, maybe, but...he knows the feeling. He's not mocking him. He's had a secret, too, all this time.
But that doesn't mean he won't tease Kagami, especially a Kagami like this, with his face pressed against his midsection. ]
Kagami.
[ His fingers stroke through his hair, fabric sliding easily over the messy red strands, and curls them oh-so-slightly, tugging lightly on Kagami's hair to make him look up again.
Aomine wants to see his face. He wants to see that deep flush, the raw, honest embarrassment. ]
You are a pervert.
[ He reaches down with his other hand, and touches the tips of his fingers to Kagami's bottom lip. ]
I was worried, but you were just blabbing about how lewd you are...?
How dirty.
[ Now, now, it's a grin for real, a small, hot smirk. ]
[There is silence for several minutes, because Kagami bites him. It's probably not painful, not through the soft leather of the gloves, but he's glaring up defiantly anyway.
Only to, moments later, flick out his tongue to drag it along one of Aomine's long fingers, his face softening, because fuck him, but that outfit and that face on him--]
You, [is the answer he finally breathes out, and immediately looks away again, because if he's really ashamed of anything, it's that.]
When you-- When we saw each other. I saw you, with that thing, what it was doing, and I... I'd wanted to touch you so bad-- [And he still recalls, vividly, even through the haze, that brief brush of fingers and the desperate heartbreak that followed, smothered only by another wave of wretched arousal.]
It'd fucked me too. Was. Was fucking me. I hadn't... before. But I knew-- I knew then what it was like, to have that huge thing inside you, how damn good it felt, when you're so stretched, so damn full, I-- [His voice breaks a little. He really, really can't look at Aomine now. He should probably get up, too, and even though it takes effort he manages to sit up until his bowed back is to Aomine.]
There's a couple spots and steaks of darkness on his fingers, just a little bit of wetness. Underneath the fabric, his skin is warm.
So damn dirty.
That heat grows and, liquor-smooth, slides through his veins and into the pit of his body. The tension is gone; he feels relaxed, easy, though his heart has taken up an excited pounding. His head is full of memories, but his sight and every sense is full of Kagami, Kagami's deeply red face, Kagami's averted eyes, and then Kagami's bowed shoulders. There are a few key words going through his mind.
"I'd wanted--"
"I hadn't--"
"You--"
Hands settle, easy as you please, on Kagami's hips. Aomine's breath is warm against his neck. His eyes are half-closed, dark. He's smiling a little, still. His heart is so quick and so heavy it feels like it might break his ribs. When he talks, he doesn't stutter, and the words come naturally, like he's been waiting and wanting to say them - and maybe he has. Maybe it was just a matter of time. Maybe all he needed was to know. ]
You could've told me.
[ His fingers tighten, both in admonishment and to prevent any further escape attempts. ]
Did you think I'd hate you because of how dirty you are? [ Close, close, close; his lips are against his ear. He knows it's unfair, so unfair, but...fuck, that makes it sweeter, somehow. ] I want to know everything that makes you feel good.
[ How long is the ride to Diedo going to be again? At least an hour or more. The city is huge, and their home is in the furthest district out. They have time. ]
[He makes a shocked, aborted sound in his throat, and then squeezes his eyes shut and shivers, violently, against Aomine. He's right there, right there and so solid, his voice so smooth, his breath so hot against Kagami's burning, sensitive ear.
And there has only ever been one answer to that question, drugs or no drugs.]
Yes.
[He sounds hoarse, and no doubt as shaken as he feels. Still, an insidious warmth makes its way through his body; he would be lying if he said it didn't affect him, talking about it, about what happened at the beach that time. That it hadn't affected him during the interrogation, either.
There is another shaky breath, and then Kagami lets his body relax against Aomine's, a hand reaching back to thread fingers through his newly-cropped hair. It feels both worse and better to be telling him like this, while touching him, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. It makes the tightness inside Kagami wind tighter, in a way that drives more heat and shivers through his body.]
Yeah. I thought... I tried it, using-- using fingers, but it's not...
[Not enough, not the same, not thick and hot like a cock would be, not you, and he stutters to a halt, too overwhelmed to know what to say next. Instead he swallows again, hard, and presses himself closer to Aomine, and the next words that rush out are not the ones he'd thought of at all:]
Do you want to? Aomine.
To-- [and the word catches in his throat, and he can't tell what it is anymore -- arousal, excitement, embarrassment all mixed together,] To fuck me.
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Hey, watch what you're touching.
[ There's a lot of Kagami almost on top of him now, filling his airspace and pressing against one of his spread thighs. And while Aomine certainly doesn't mind it, he...why does it mind it, again?
Oh, right, because Kagami looks way, way too smug. He needs to - ]
Haha, that shit tickles.
[ His ears flick, twitching under Kagami's fingers. His tail beats in annoyance against Kagami's - presumed; hard to tell with the robe - rib cage, and reveals a fun fact: it splits about two thirds down, meaning there's two tailtips, both of them half-curled. ]
You're leaving yourself open, idiot.
[ Open to what? To Aomine reaching up and smushing his cheeks with a half-lurid, happily drunk smirk. ]
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Oi-- Sh'op 'at, you. [Kagami's face dips lower as he tries to get the hood to cover him, just in case.]
Someone's gonna see.
[And yet: there is Aomine, warm and lanky and right under him, his thigh brushing Kagami's hip. He can't help it, he really can't, when his fingers slide under the bottom seam of those stupid, barely-there shorts, to squeeze at the bare skin of someone's perfect ass.
Then his hand is gone, and he straights, his own flustered face still hidden by the hood.]
You're drunk, idiot. Shouldn't stay here.
[He still can't help another wondering stroke along the soft, silky fur of the tail. There's two of them? It feels so nice against his fingers...]
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[ Surprise, first. ]
Ahh~
[ And then the opposite of surprise, while an unashamedly pleasant shiver courses through his body. Kagami is definitely acting like he can just go around and do whatever he wants, right out in public, and Aomine definitely needs to punish him. ]
Let's go somewhere, then.
[ Getting up is an act of sinuous laziness; when he stands, he stretches until his back pops and he can roll his shoulders against the fresh, pleasant looseness. At the same time, the double tail slips away from Kagami's fingers and "accidentally" brushes over his cheek and down under his chin, the bottom of Aomine's spine still buzzing from the brief petting.
In the hazy, happy eddies of his brain, a plan is beginning to form. ]
I saw a couple places on the way here.
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Every now and then, he's acutely reminded of just how broad Aomine's shoulders are, of the lean, rock-hard muscle on his chest and abdomen, of how beautiful he is. Now is one of those times. He swallows, tugs his hood forward, and tries not to let the urgency he's suddenly feeling creep into his voice when he rises.]
Yeah. Where?
[His hands are shoved unceremoniously down into the pockets of his jeans. The police are out in full force, and they really cant risk any more trouble, the two of them. He was already being stupid earlier, touching Aomine like that.
He still wants to. Even now, his hands clench in his pockets; it's hard sometimes, not being able to do anything, not being able to touch him in public at all when Kagami wants him so much.]
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[ Where is not very far, and is part of a long street of similar buildings, the cheerful orange and crimson glow from the crowded street making strange shadows on the inky facades. Here and there, the gold accents glow or pulse; more than a few doors are inhabited by "witches" and "imps" in costumes a hundred times more provocative than Aomine's own. There's laughter and delighted shrieks spilling from the windows of the majority, but Aomine seems to just know where there's a doorman in a scarlet cape, who nods at the word "private" and "all night", and leads them in.
By the time they're there, Aomine has also acquired an armful of spoils: a chuckling pumpkin basket of treats, pockets of toys and shiny things more to do with his current short attention span (some, it seems, are stuffed with catnip), another drink for himself in a skull-shaped cup, and finally, a "drink" for Kagami that looks like an alchemist's potion, white smoke curling out from around its stopper.
It's color is a lurid red-orange, with black at the bottom. ]
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He pushes the hood off of his face and drops himself onto the plush mattress, looking up at Aomine and his assortment of treasures. He eyes the drink in the skull cup; he should probably do something about that, try to take it away from him or something, but it’s not like he’s Aomine’s mother. And, if he’s honest with himself, Aomine being drunk, leering, and permissive isn’t what bothered him about the scene on the street.
It definitely doesn’t bother him now. He leans back on his hands and looks over him more closely, once again noticing the deep dip of the yukata over his chest, how it falls over his trim waist and frames his hips.]
‘s a good colour on you. [He can’t help the grin slowly creeping onto his face, either. Still, his gaze is also drawn to the other drink, the weird one. He’s seen similar things being passed around, but…]
The hell is that?
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I get to keep it.
[ Which is to say: more fun for later.
For now, Aomine's going to turn around, arms empty now except for the bottle in question. Easy as you please, he tosses it to him; he knows it's not going to break, even if he thought Kagami wouldn't catch it. ]
It's for you. They're pretty good.
[ Since, after all, it's not fair that he gets everything. And while Aomine's not exactly cunning, he's also casually sneaky, and lets his ears dip, a shrug coming out to go with them. ]
If you don't like it, you can give it back.
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It sounds like fun. Like a chance to relax. He looks up, a grin spreading on his face, his thumb on the cork of the bottle, and--
Immediately gets distracted again, this time by Aomine's ears. He still remembers how they felt against his fingers, all silky and warm, just like all of Aomine is warm, and how they didn't really get to touch each other very much, outside...]
C'mere. [He pats his thigh in clear invitation, his free hand still working on the cork. His eyes stay on Aomine, though, and there's something fond and expectant in his expression.
Yeah, it'll be a good night.]
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And yet those are plans he can still work at while having a little fun. It's a rare sight these days, seeing Kagami with his shoulders relaxed and a grin on his face. His chest warms, even as he snorts and lifts his chin. ]
Who said you could order me around?
[ Which would imply that Aomine wasn't going to do it, except there he is, sliding easily onto Kagami's lap, his hands on his shoulders and his thighs coming to drape on either side of his hips. Kagami might have noticed earlier and if not, it's very easy to notice now: Aomine's not wearing anything under those shorts.
He reaches out and wraps his hand around Kagami's own, holding the bottle with him. He leans to the side and nudges Kagami's fingers out of the way so he can sink his teeth into the cork and pull it out himself, easy as you please.
His teeth are sharp. He's grinning the whole while. ]
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Instead, he holds it up to his lips as his free hand slips down to push the yukata off of Aomine's shoulders, baring more smooth, dark skin. There's something thrilling about the way it looks, the way he looks, disheveled, half-bared. The yukata can stay, he thinks, but the shorts should go next, leaving him--
And then the liquid hits his tongue and his eyes widen. It's good. It's really... really good. There's something fresh about it, something fruity and crisp, not too sweet; he doesn't taste the burn of alcohol at all as he tips his head back to gulp it down. It tastes-- tropical, he thinks, cool, with a hint of some foreign spice he's never tasted before, and he's downed it before he realizes, licking his lips and looking at the empty bottle appreciatively.
Almost immediately, he feels warmer. It's pleasant -- if a little alarming -- how fast it spreads through him, a heady warmth that brings a flush to his face and makes him feel languid and flexible all over, like he could do anything at all. He doesn't even think to question it at first, just reaches in, forward, to nuzzle at Aomine's cheek, breathing in his scent.
And then things get decidedly weird.
It's a tingling, almost like the pins and needles of a limb falling asleep, except it's at the top of his head and-- the small of his back. He frowns, pauses, and then reaches up -- but there's no tingling, not anymore. What his fingers encounter is fur, warm and thick, twitching-- twitching against his fingers, feeling not quite but almost...
Almost like...]
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Aomine had hoped, it's true. The label - which he had removed as soon as the potion had been bought and paid for - had only said "Tropical Fun in the Jungle", which could've given Kagami a baboon's butt if he was really unlucky. But he'd had a gut feeling, watching the fiery red-orange turn in the glass, and he'd bet on it, putting down credits then and there while adding a whole pile of other things so that Kagami wouldn't suspect anything. ]
Ahaha. Heh.
[ Aomine's rich chuckling is, understandably, inevitably, smug. Pleased. Fond. He reaches up to touch them, too, a crooked, happy smirk crawling across his face. Unlike his ears, which are sharply pointed and upright, a cat's ears, Kagami's are short, rounded, and with a little extra fluff on the inside: all the sweet, noble trappings of an apex predator, with a softness that makes him hum in delight. ]
Knew it.
[ He lets his hands drop and leans around, hoping to spy a tail - but then, Kagami's wearing robes. There's a new lump under there, he thinks, one that's moving slightly, but he's going to have to get him undressed in order to know for sure. He moves back into his original position, his arms now draped over Kagami's shoulders, and leans forward and up slightly to give one tigerish ear a soft lick, followed by a warm whisper. ]
Knew you'd be cute.
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[His voice is different, too. There is a bit of roughness, the hint of a growl that curls around every word. His ears, warm against Aomine's fingers, twitch again. There's too many sensations at once -- the warmth pulsing through him, making every inch of skin feel hypersensitive -- the cacophony of sounds filtering in, different somehow -- Aomine's smug, happy face above his and the odd yet unmistakable feel of a-- a tail, snaking its way out from the waistband of his jeans.
He reaches back to pull it out all the way just as Aomine's tongue touches to one furry, sensitive ear. His eyes flutter shut, caught off guard by the acute spark of pleasure. It feels unexpectedly great, almost like-- like grooming?]
You asshole, [he manages to groan, noting with some horror that his tail -- a long, striped, fluffy thing with a puff of white fur at the end -- seems to have a mind of its own. It flicks out to flirt with Aomine's own, tangling and curling around its twin ends.
His teeth are sharper than before. He hopes it makes his scowl especially impressive.]
You knew?!
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[ Says the completely unapologetic culprit. ]
I wouldn't make you drink anything if I didn't know what it did first.
[ Because Aomine is a responsible boyfriend and takes care of his lover.
Aomine is also a delighted lover, drinking in the wonderful sight and sighing with pleasure when he feels Kagami's tail brush over his own. He doesn't even have to think about it for it to curl back around Kagami's, black over stripes, so that they're all wrapped up even as Kagami continues to fuss over nothing.
...even if his fussing is fucking cute.
Aomine's grind is lurid in its happy indulgence and, completely unaffected by that scowl, he gives Kagami's ear another lick, much slower this time, curling a round the base before drifting in a lazy arc up to a rounded tip.
He tugs on him there, just lightly. ]
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Aomine tanks the shout without so much as a flinch. It's weird, almost; he worked so hard to be calm, it's like he can't shake it off, suddenly. Like he's almost forgotten how not to be cold, even though he'd been shaking in worry and hurt just yesterday.
Idiot.
I get it.
Aomine doesn't reply immediately. He reaches past Kagami, and presses a slim oval button on the seat next to him. Far to their right, an opaque panel lifts with a small hiss, and closes them off from the robotic driver, sealing its seams to leave a smooth wall lit by the cool blue lights overhead.
Safe. ]
What'd they do to you?
[ Aomine's gloved hands are there again, lifting up to Kagami's arms, feeling for the bruises. ]
And stop yelling. I can hear you just fine.
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They just beat me.
[...wait. No. That's not--
He scowls, and then reaches up to forcefully grasp Aomine's face in his hands, framing that serious, weirdly calm expression. So damn handsome, a part of him thinks, and he doesn't realize he's muttered it until the last word leaves his lips.]
Shit. Damn it--
[He has to let go, has to pull back for real, scrambling to the other side of the car and covering his burning face with his hands, because shit, shit, he thought it'd be over when he left somehow, that he'd be alright, but...]
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Kagami...?
[ He's seen Kagami hurt. He's seen Kagami angry. He's seen Kagami horny as hell.
But it's rare that he sees him embarrassed, while not also being one of those three things. The surprise even soothes the quick fire of his own anger, because how fucking dare they--
But first. Aomine moves after him, sliding onto the plush seat next to him and reaching over to take his wrists. He feels hot, which he'd attributed to exhaustion and fury, except...no, when he tugs, he sees the start of a bright red face. ]
What's up with you?
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Eventually, he reaches up to tug down his high collar, revealing a chrome-coloured bandaid on the side of his neck.]
They gave me something.
T' make me talk. [The latter is muffled because he's rubbing his palm over his face, again. After a moment's thought, he heaves out a resigned sigh and flops down to a horizontal position, so that he's stretched out on the long, cushioned bench inside the limo.]
Car must've cost a fortune...
[His head thumps onto Aomine's lap, though Kagami doesn't look at him, his forearm thrown over his eyes instead. But even so, even if this is embarrassing and dangerous and stupid -- it's comforting, and he deserves at least that much, he thinks.]
I didn't. Tell 'em anything. Not about the lab stuff. But--
[He bites his lip, stuttering to a halt, tense.]
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He...doesn't mind it. He doesn't mind it at all. The chill under his ribs fades a little bit more, and he starts to feel like a person again, more so when he settles a hand in Kagami's hair.
He's here.
He's safe.
Aomine's angry, yeah. He's been angry this whole time. But it's been so long that being something other than angry is easy; he just fits the new emotion on top of it. In this case it's a faint confusion and an obvious concern. He touches Kagami's neck, his rage simmering but his curiosity stronger. ]
But what?
What do they know?
[ His curiosity, and his caution. Will they have to move? Do they both have to change their names? ]
Tell me.
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The words spill out on their own, against his will.]
Told 'em about what happened inside that damn spider corpse...
[He swallows, the flush spilling down his face and over his neck, visible even under the blue lights and his tan.]
A lot. About it.
[Another beat, and he gives up on being brave about this, turning so he can outright bury his face against Aomine's lap. Somehow he's sure that the searing heat of it will travel all the way through the layers of suit and reach Aomine's skin.]
Couldn't... couldn't stop at all. I tried.
[And he feels it, again, rising up inside him, pressing against his ribs, like some kind of invisible object to be released, growing larger and larger, that damn spider and its entire array of embarrassing, awful secrets--]
...you smell nice.
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[ Oh.
Oh. ]
Back then?
[ Oh.
The worry, the fear, the bitterness, the fury - they just get...brushed away. Aomine's a simple guy, always has been, and is young enough still that his emotions can turn easily and immediately. He should still be appalled, and he kind of is, because fuck, how humiliating could that have been, they've been trying so damn hard to just forget all that shit, and Kagami...
Told them everything.
Kagami's telling him everything.
Kagami has his head in his lap.
Kagami said he smells nice. ]
Shit.
[ Aomine swallows. He feels something warm and solid settle in the pit of his stomach. He feels something that's maybe his conscience, pricking at the back of his mind, but it's so small and insignificant that he can just ignore it.
His palm comes to rest on the top of Kagami's head. The other strokes down his back, slowly. Soothing. Then settles neatly at the small of his back. ]
Tell me.
What you told them. I want to know, too.
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It's not unexpected, because did he really think Aomine wouldn't ask?
Still, he jerks upwards, propped up on an elbow, a new surge of temper at least enough to make him look at Aomine again -- glare at him, more like, as Kagami's free hand fists his tie.]
You-- [And that's as far as he gets before it rolls over him, like a physical force, and he hisses through his teeth and sags down, a little bit. What comes out next is as inevitable and inescapable as their blue sun.]
I've been... I've been jerking off to it. All this time, in the shower. [And he hates Aomine a little bit right now, but Kagami still has to lean his forehead against the solid, warm column of his body, and somehow it -- he's -- still comforting, even now.] I didn't use to, after we started doing-- After we got together. I'd just find you.
[He pauses, and then lets himself roll back onto Aomine's lap, letting go of the tie last and not without a sharp jerk. His arm goes back over his tightly shut eyes. This is different and new; he hadn't explored this part of it with the authorities at all.]
...I'm gonna kill you, you asshole.
[But it's easier, in a way, to relax into it; the more he fights it, the harder the process is, the more he risks spilling other, more dangerous things. So he lets it, lets the words come, although they still come slow, stumbling, because this isn't the worst thing, but--]
You're gonna think I'm some kinda weird pervert. Getting off on those things that it did...
That's why. Couldn't tell you.
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The corners of Aomine's mouth twitch. His feelings turn over again, and they're all good feelings now, even if Kagami might not think so. He thinks that maybe it's mean, maybe, but...he knows the feeling. He's not mocking him. He's had a secret, too, all this time.
But that doesn't mean he won't tease Kagami, especially a Kagami like this, with his face pressed against his midsection. ]
Kagami.
[ His fingers stroke through his hair, fabric sliding easily over the messy red strands, and curls them oh-so-slightly, tugging lightly on Kagami's hair to make him look up again.
Aomine wants to see his face. He wants to see that deep flush, the raw, honest embarrassment. ]
You are a pervert.
[ He reaches down with his other hand, and touches the tips of his fingers to Kagami's bottom lip. ]
I was worried, but you were just blabbing about how lewd you are...?
How dirty.
[ Now, now, it's a grin for real, a small, hot smirk. ]
What's your favorite part to jerk off to?
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Only to, moments later, flick out his tongue to drag it along one of Aomine's long fingers, his face softening, because fuck him, but that outfit and that face on him--]
You, [is the answer he finally breathes out, and immediately looks away again, because if he's really ashamed of anything, it's that.]
When you-- When we saw each other. I saw you, with that thing, what it was doing, and I... I'd wanted to touch you so bad-- [And he still recalls, vividly, even through the haze, that brief brush of fingers and the desperate heartbreak that followed, smothered only by another wave of wretched arousal.]
It'd fucked me too. Was. Was fucking me. I hadn't... before. But I knew-- I knew then what it was like, to have that huge thing inside you, how damn good it felt, when you're so stretched, so damn full, I-- [His voice breaks a little. He really, really can't look at Aomine now. He should probably get up, too, and even though it takes effort he manages to sit up until his bowed back is to Aomine.]
It's awful. I know it's awful. But I couldn't...
I just couldn't stop thinking about it.
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There's a couple spots and steaks of darkness on his fingers, just a little bit of wetness. Underneath the fabric, his skin is warm.
So damn dirty.
That heat grows and, liquor-smooth, slides through his veins and into the pit of his body. The tension is gone; he feels relaxed, easy, though his heart has taken up an excited pounding. His head is full of memories, but his sight and every sense is full of Kagami, Kagami's deeply red face, Kagami's averted eyes, and then Kagami's bowed shoulders. There are a few key words going through his mind.
"I'd wanted--"
"I hadn't--"
"You--"
Hands settle, easy as you please, on Kagami's hips. Aomine's breath is warm against his neck. His eyes are half-closed, dark. He's smiling a little, still. His heart is so quick and so heavy it feels like it might break his ribs. When he talks, he doesn't stutter, and the words come naturally, like he's been waiting and wanting to say them - and maybe he has. Maybe it was just a matter of time. Maybe all he needed was to know. ]
You could've told me.
[ His fingers tighten, both in admonishment and to prevent any further escape attempts. ]
Did you think I'd hate you because of how dirty you are? [ Close, close, close; his lips are against his ear. He knows it's unfair, so unfair, but...fuck, that makes it sweeter, somehow. ] I want to know everything that makes you feel good.
[ How long is the ride to Diedo going to be again? At least an hour or more. The city is huge, and their home is in the furthest district out. They have time. ]
If I fucked you right now, would you like it...?
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And there has only ever been one answer to that question, drugs or no drugs.]
Yes.
[He sounds hoarse, and no doubt as shaken as he feels. Still, an insidious warmth makes its way through his body; he would be lying if he said it didn't affect him, talking about it, about what happened at the beach that time. That it hadn't affected him during the interrogation, either.
There is another shaky breath, and then Kagami lets his body relax against Aomine's, a hand reaching back to thread fingers through his newly-cropped hair. It feels both worse and better to be telling him like this, while touching him, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. It makes the tightness inside Kagami wind tighter, in a way that drives more heat and shivers through his body.]
Yeah. I thought... I tried it, using-- using fingers, but it's not...
[Not enough, not the same, not thick and hot like a cock would be, not you, and he stutters to a halt, too overwhelmed to know what to say next. Instead he swallows again, hard, and presses himself closer to Aomine, and the next words that rush out are not the ones he'd thought of at all:]
Do you want to? Aomine.
To-- [and the word catches in his throat, and he can't tell what it is anymore -- arousal, excitement, embarrassment all mixed together,] To fuck me.
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