I-- [He gets only that far in trying to explain himself, his face flooding with red, before Aomine's there, right there, kissing him like their lives depended on it.
Maybe they do. Kagami can taste salt on Aomine's lips, and god, it's both of them crying, isn't it, and the understanding makes something like a sob work its way up his throat. His hand stings where the bastard bit him, but it's nothing, none of that has ever meant anything, not when he needs to press his hands into Aomine's hair and cradle him just as close.
He's pretty sure he can hear his heart break the moment Aomine says it. It's a sharp, painful sort of happiness, and he can feel it spread through his body, making his knees just a little weak, making his eyes burn again. The shaky, wet breath he draws is painful, and his heart hammering in his chest is painful, and even the throbbing of his dick is a little painful, because how much, how long has it taken to come to this, and now it's his, theirs.
There's no more running, now.
That was the worst confession ever, he'll realize later with some degree of rue. Right now none of that is important at all: all that matters is Aomine, Aomine's closeness, Aomine's tears on his lips and Aomine's big, hot, hard dick inside him, and when he thrusts inside Kagami like that, all the way in, hitting something that makes Kagami's eyes go wide as sparks explode up his spine, he's--]
Ao-- mmmh, ah, I can't--! [He can't take this, he can't, except that he can, except that as soon as he gets his bearings he's shifting forward to get more weight onto his knees (moaning even with that much, because just feeling him shift inside is enough), and cradling Aomine's face in shaking hands, and demanding, breathlessly,] Again.
[Again, again, because he needs that shivery, spine-tingling pleasure, because he'll meet it this time, pulling and pushing, just like they always do, making it better each time--]
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Maybe they do. Kagami can taste salt on Aomine's lips, and god, it's both of them crying, isn't it, and the understanding makes something like a sob work its way up his throat. His hand stings where the bastard bit him, but it's nothing, none of that has ever meant anything, not when he needs to press his hands into Aomine's hair and cradle him just as close.
He's pretty sure he can hear his heart break the moment Aomine says it. It's a sharp, painful sort of happiness, and he can feel it spread through his body, making his knees just a little weak, making his eyes burn again. The shaky, wet breath he draws is painful, and his heart hammering in his chest is painful, and even the throbbing of his dick is a little painful, because how much, how long has it taken to come to this, and now it's his, theirs.
There's no more running, now.
That was the worst confession ever, he'll realize later with some degree of rue. Right now none of that is important at all: all that matters is Aomine, Aomine's closeness, Aomine's tears on his lips and Aomine's big, hot, hard dick inside him, and when he thrusts inside Kagami like that, all the way in, hitting something that makes Kagami's eyes go wide as sparks explode up his spine, he's--]
Ao-- mmmh, ah, I can't--! [He can't take this, he can't, except that he can, except that as soon as he gets his bearings he's shifting forward to get more weight onto his knees (moaning even with that much, because just feeling him shift inside is enough), and cradling Aomine's face in shaking hands, and demanding, breathlessly,] Again.
[Again, again, because he needs that shivery, spine-tingling pleasure, because he'll meet it this time, pulling and pushing, just like they always do, making it better each time--]