[ He has to close his eyes, too, which is a shame, but that's how it goes. That's the little price he has to play. He sure as hell listens, and god, fuck, even that much is astounding to him. It pounds right through him, through his head and every party, down into his dick, and he'll never forget it, he'll never forget the sounds Kagami makes when he comes, wild and yet helpless, rough and yet the sexiest thing he's ever heard.
There's some in his hair, when it's over. There's some sliding slowly down his neck. There's probably a little on his collar, and there's certainly plenty on his lips and one cheek.
Warm. ]
Haaaa, Kagami.
[ He opens his eyes. He licks his lips, and tastes salt and loam. ]
You came a ton.
[ He leans back on his heels, looks up, and feels loose and tight at the same time. He simmers. That's a good word for it; he simmers, restless but moving very little, and only with purpose. He pulls off a glove and touches his fingers to his face. He licks those, too, to get a little more of the flavor.
He looks at Kagami, his lids slightly lowered, as if he's thinking of something at the same time. ]
Now I'm going to fuck you.
[ There's a handkerchief in the front pocket of his suit jacket. That takes care of the rest of Kagami's come, though there's missed opportunities there, chances to make him clean it, to taste himself--But Aomine already knows he can't wait that long. It's maybe a miracle that he's been able to hold it together this long.
A miracle, or an incredible desire to pull this off.
He pushes off the floor and sits on the seat opposite of Kagami. He keeps his back straight and pulls off his second glove. ]
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There's some in his hair, when it's over. There's some sliding slowly down his neck. There's probably a little on his collar, and there's certainly plenty on his lips and one cheek.
Warm. ]
Haaaa, Kagami.
[ He opens his eyes. He licks his lips, and tastes salt and loam. ]
You came a ton.
[ He leans back on his heels, looks up, and feels loose and tight at the same time. He simmers. That's a good word for it; he simmers, restless but moving very little, and only with purpose. He pulls off a glove and touches his fingers to his face. He licks those, too, to get a little more of the flavor.
He looks at Kagami, his lids slightly lowered, as if he's thinking of something at the same time. ]
Now I'm going to fuck you.
[ There's a handkerchief in the front pocket of his suit jacket. That takes care of the rest of Kagami's come, though there's missed opportunities there, chances to make him clean it, to taste himself--But Aomine already knows he can't wait that long. It's maybe a miracle that he's been able to hold it together this long.
A miracle, or an incredible desire to pull this off.
He pushes off the floor and sits on the seat opposite of Kagami. He keeps his back straight and pulls off his second glove. ]
Come here.