[It's the sweetest torture he's ever experienced, that slow slide of his dick from Aomine's throat, the teasing, dirty, skilled way Aomine tongues him. He's sure it's seared in his memory forever, another in the dozens of entries on Aomine, another thing that makes his breath stutter in his throat. His hand falls away from Aomine's face to clutch at the cushion again, because he wants nothing more than to press back up into that hot, wet, beautiful mouth, to feel that pressure and that warmth--
And then Aomine speaks and Kagami swears he can feel his head swim, just for a millisecond.
It's the sound of Aomine's voice that cinches it. Hearing the roughness in it, knowing that it's because of him, because of the way Aomine'd swallowed down his dick -- that's what pushes him over the edge, finally, inevitably. His hips press and jerk against Aomine's hold on them, bucking up without his meaning to, because his release hits him with a force that's nothing short of overwhelming. He doesn't know what kinds of noises he's making; he just knows that he must be, because the sound of his own muffled voice is ringing in his ears, all around them. His head goes back, his teeth biting into his bottom lip and his eyes squeezed shut, even though he wants, so badly, to see it, to watch it happen--
There is a lot. He can feel it; the orgasm rips through his body with the force of a hurricane, almost lifting him off of the seat, sending every nerve aflame. The moment he has his breath back he's gasping, straightening, opening his eyes so he can see. And god, it's so dirty, so lewd and obscene that the warmth and pressure in his chest seems entirely out of place. The words that hover at the tip of his tongue...
He can't tell Aomine. Not now, not like this, not when he's just come on that handsome face, when Aomine's sucked his dick and then asked him for it. Not even if he's the most beautiful person Kagami's ever seen. Not yet.]
Fuck, [is what he breathes instead, in a voice that doesn't quite sound like his own.] Fuck, Aomine, that--
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And then Aomine speaks and Kagami swears he can feel his head swim, just for a millisecond.
It's the sound of Aomine's voice that cinches it. Hearing the roughness in it, knowing that it's because of him, because of the way Aomine'd swallowed down his dick -- that's what pushes him over the edge, finally, inevitably. His hips press and jerk against Aomine's hold on them, bucking up without his meaning to, because his release hits him with a force that's nothing short of overwhelming. He doesn't know what kinds of noises he's making; he just knows that he must be, because the sound of his own muffled voice is ringing in his ears, all around them. His head goes back, his teeth biting into his bottom lip and his eyes squeezed shut, even though he wants, so badly, to see it, to watch it happen--
There is a lot. He can feel it; the orgasm rips through his body with the force of a hurricane, almost lifting him off of the seat, sending every nerve aflame. The moment he has his breath back he's gasping, straightening, opening his eyes so he can see. And god, it's so dirty, so lewd and obscene that the warmth and pressure in his chest seems entirely out of place. The words that hover at the tip of his tongue...
He can't tell Aomine. Not now, not like this, not when he's just come on that handsome face, when Aomine's sucked his dick and then asked him for it. Not even if he's the most beautiful person Kagami's ever seen. Not yet.]
Fuck, [is what he breathes instead, in a voice that doesn't quite sound like his own.] Fuck, Aomine, that--
So dirty...