[His chest rises and falls with his quick breaths and breathless moans. It's good, so good, just pure sparks of heat and want shooting through him, and when Aomine's hands join his mouth Kagami's will to keep still almost breaks. There's nothing more that he wants than to run his fingers through Aomine's hair, to pull him closer and tighter against his own body, wrap his legs around him, fuck, just crush their bodies together...
But he remembers that look, just now. He remembers the approval in Aomine's glance, and bites his lip, his shoulders nearly trembling from the effort to keep his hands where they are.
He can't-- he can't...]
Let me-- [He's stumbling over his words in his haste, and it's half-plea and half-demand.] Let me touch you, Aomine...
[His head arches back, his belly flexing his thighs spread wider to accommodate Aomine's bulk.]
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But he remembers that look, just now. He remembers the approval in Aomine's glance, and bites his lip, his shoulders nearly trembling from the effort to keep his hands where they are.
He can't-- he can't...]
Let me-- [He's stumbling over his words in his haste, and it's half-plea and half-demand.] Let me touch you, Aomine...
[His head arches back, his belly flexing his thighs spread wider to accommodate Aomine's bulk.]
Fuck, that feels so good.