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Kise was never one to avoid a challenge or ignore his problems— has always faced them head on and with excitement.
So when faced with this issue of his constant growing arousal whenever Aomine did something as simple as talking, well, he was, more or less, fucked.
Kise doesn’t remember getting like this at all in middle school, thinks maybe he wasn’t driven purely by hormones at the time, and now begins to wonder why it has to be Aomine of all people, and why this is happening to him.
Aomine, as most people know, is mean. He cares about nothing but basketball and sometimes boobs, and other than that he’s a downright bitch with no empathy for others and could care less who’s feelings he’s hurt.
Which is when Kise, walking out from a modeling studio for his lunch break, which just so happens to be in Aomine’s area, isn’t exactly surprised to see Aomine dumping yet another girl just outside one of the clothing shops along the street.
Though Kise can’t focus on what Aomine’s saying to her because his body reacts so violently to his voice that he feels as though he could collapse then and there, and that if he doesn’t get inside somewhere soon he might embarrass himself in the public eye.
So he slips inside a building, some random coffee shop, and asks to use their bathroom to calm down. He rinses his face with cool water while in there and decides he has no real appetite, would rather just get the shoot over with, go home, and deal with the uncomfortable heat growing in his body as Aomine’s voice rings in his ears.
He does just that, effortlessly working the camera all the while trying to steer clear of any Aomine-related thoughts for the time being. His photographer thanks him for his hard work as Kise leaves, and Kise thanks him for a great session just as time stops.
Out front stands Aomine, leant against the wall beside the doors like he’s been waiting for Kise.
“Took you long enough, shithead,” Aomine grumbles, kicking off the wall and walking slowly up to Kise. “Momoi said you’d be in this area today so I thought I’d see if I could snag you up for a quick one-on-one before you head back.”
Kise wasn’t listening. His body’s acting up again, warmth growing between his thighs as his body goes stiff. Kise smiles awkwardly at Aomine, tilting his head and asking, “say that again?”
“You, me, one-on-one. What do you say?” Aomine repeats, sharper now, and that change of tone only serves to make Kise’s situation worse.
“I,” Kise starts, falters, giggles before saying, “I’m pretty tired after today, but maybe another time? Maybe when I’m free we can play and then grab something to eat.”
“What? No. You’re already— don’t walk away!”
“Sorry! Another time!” And as soon as Kise turns the corner he has to keep himself from booking it to the station. Aomine’s voice, whether intentional or not, is always so deep and demanding, and maybe that’s why it makes Kise throb, but all Kise knows for sure right now is that if he doesn’t get home soon he might explode.
It’s immediate relief once he’s in his room, his bedroom door shut and locked behind him. He tosses his bag and his jacket to the floor and collapses on his bed, eager to get a hand in his pants.
His zipper isn’t even down before his phone starts ringing in his pocket. Aomine’s name flashes on the screen, and while he’d usually ignore it it’s Aomine , meaning he would only keep calling until Kise finally answered.
The sound of his voice is not altered at all by the call, and his mean question of what took you so long to answer? had Kise quietly removing his pants the rest of the way.
“We didn’t set up a day to play, asshole, you just ran off. Made me call up Kagami for some action,” Aomine huffs into the phone. Kise apologises softly, sighing gently as a hand reaches past the band of his briefs, two fingers slipping through his soaked cunt.
It’s wetter than he initially thought, embarrassingly more so, flushing red across his cheeks at how loose and pliant he already is— enough to slip two fingers past the first knuckle.
“You listening to me, blondie?” Aomine grumbles over the phone. No he wasn’t, not at all, too focused on how good it feels to finally relieve himself.
“Ah, sorry, no. Can you repeat it?” Kise asks and hopes he doesn’t sound out of breath.
“Tsk, I should’ve just emailed you,” Aomine growls, pauses, asks, “why’re you breathing so hard?”
Shit .
Shitshitshitshitshit .
Kise can’t answer but he can’t stop now, his two fingers already fully sunk into his cunt while his thumb is bent to rub tight circles on his clit. It feels amazing after being on edge all day, and having the cause of his problem being on the phone with him as he gets off only makes him more wet, makes his knees fall open wider as heat spreads through his body and zips up and down his veins.
“I’m fine,” Kise lies, “just, y’know,” he can’t come up with anything. Aomine’s going to find out what he’s doing and he’ll embarrass him for the rest of his life about it. “You know,”
“Kise,” Aomine’s voice is deeper, more grumbly, and what Kise thought is true, “did I call you at the wrong time?” No answer. “You’d get home around this time, so I thought I’d call now before you pass out on me, but it seems you had other plans.”
“Aominecchi,” Kise pouts. He’s working a third finger into himself, enjoying the stretch and the pressure it brings, curling all three upwards inside him while rubbing his clit to bring a pretty noise from him. “Daiki, can you come over?”
“Now?” Aomine sounds close to being out of breath. “Can’t just rub your pussy over the phone for me?”
Vulgar , he’s always so vulgar with his words, dirty and unfiltered, and Kise’s legs try to close on a twitch before spreading even wider, back curling into an arch.
“Please,” Kise whines, and for the first time he feels as though his fingers aren’t enough despite three already being inside of him.
Aomine sighs, “whatever, I’ll be over. Don’t wait up.” Then he hangs up and Kise’s left alone with the dial tone and his own fingers until Aomine shows up. He tosses his phone away from him and drags his other hand down his body, trying to keep his noises down as he strokes his clit with one hand and fingerbangs himself with his other.
He’s close to a second orgasm by the time Aomine shows up and knocks on his door. Stumbling over to his door he unlocks it with his cleaner hand and pulls Aomine through the door, locking it once again.
“You took too long,” Kise complains, using his door to keep himself standing.
“I said don’t wait up,” Aomine shucks his jacket, yawns and stretches as he settles at the foot of Kise’s bed, “get over here if you’re that impatient, I didn’t come here for nothing.”
Kise goes happily, almost tripping into a kiss as he straddles Aomine’s lap. He flops backwards, bringing Kise with him, wandering hands feeling him up from his ass up the shirt he’s wearing, warm hands flat on his back and smoothing downwards until one rests on Kise’s hip, the other falling lower to his pussy.
“ Ah ,” Aomine sighs with a smirk, “look at that,” Kise’s soaked , Aomine’s fingers slip around on his cunt embarrassingly easy, two fingers dipping inside with no resistance from Kise’s body.
And Kise doesn’t know what it is, hasn’t been fucked by anybody but himself, but Aomine’s fingers feel so much different than his, thicker and burning hot inside him as they stroke over his insides. It makes Kise crave more, makes him reach down and cover Aomine’s hand with his own and shove a third digit of Aomine’s next to his other two and the simple stretch has him shaking with the orgasm Aomine interrupted.
Aomine keeps going, fingering him slowly and kissing him through his high, and Kise’s wet enough that he feels his own slick drip onto his hand from Aomine’s.
“Gi’me another one, Kise,” Aomine says with a smirk, pulling out his fingers despite Kise’s whining and complaining. He moves up closer to the headboard on Kise’s bed, laid back on a pillow now as Kise follows him, crawling over his body on all fours.
He realises, looking down at him, that he’s wearing too much and Kise too little, so he takes it upon himself to strip Aomine down to his boxers. Aomine sits back and lets him, and when Kise’s done and looks back at him he’s cleaning his fingers with his mouth rather lewdly, turning Kise’s cheeks a flaming pink as he watches.
“Get up here,” Aomine says, hands around Kise’s waist to guide him up until he’s hovered over Aomine’s chest, listening when Aomine says, “sit down, put your feet by my head.”
Simply put, the position puts his pussy right in Aomine’s face, and he’d be tons more humiliated if Aomine didn’t look at it like he’s starving.
Kise, not knowing why Aomine needed to lay on a pillow, now realises it was for leverage, so he didn’t have to strain his neck to shove his tongue inside Kise. Kise’s moan is of surprise, a hand flying down to tangle in dark, short strands of hair.
Aomine’s a sight to see between his legs, eyes dark and hair messy from Kise’s soft pulling, hands squeezed around Kise’s thighs to hold him somewhat still.
Feeling as if his tongue isn’t enough, Aomine moves one hand lower, arm wrapping around Kise’s thigh to brush his thumb over his clit, smirking against Kise’s cunt when it clenches around him and Kise jolts on top of him. Kise rolls his hips greedily, a shiver running down his back as he begins to sweat.
“Good?” Aomine asks proudly, cupping a hand over Kise’s pussy and spearing three fingers inside, the stretch a pleasurable burn between Kise’s legs. His fingers are long, not as long as Kise’s but still enough to fuck past his G-spot and hit deeper, making Kise even more wet.
Kise can’t give a comprehensible answer, can only nod his head as yet another orgasm starts to cloud his mind, reaching one hand between his thighs to stroke his clit in time with the quick pace of Aomine’s fingers.
His moans are pornographic and pretty when he comes, tight and wet and hot as he clenches around Aomine’s fingers, each overstimulating brush of Aomine’s fingertips on his A-spot making him want to close his legs and collapse.
“Don’t think you’re done, Kise,” Aomine chuckles lowly, “this pretty thing right here,” Aomine rudely digs his fingers upward, “can make you come over and over and over .”
Aomine only pulls his fingers out for a moment so he can seize Kise by the waist and flip their positions, Kise landing with his shoulders on his pillows and Aomine between his legs again , broad shoulders keeping him spread open for Aomine to take.
And he definitely takes. Kise has barely recovered, is still throbbing in his cunt down to his toes, and Aomine sucks his clit the same time he jams his fingers up a second time.
“ Daiki !” Kise rasps, unable to do anything but squirm as Aomine’s tongue and three digits takes everything from him, selfishly horny. “D…do you have a condom?”
“What, my fingers not enough?” Aomine says, head turned to bite a mark on Kise’s inner thigh. “If I knew your pussy was so greedy I would’ve fucked you already.”
Kise whines when Aomine pulls away to reach for his pants, his fingers replacing Aomine’s inside of him because the empty feeling is unbearable. Fortunately for Kise Aomine does have a condom, wonders for a moment if he brought it or just has them in his pockets all the time, but then Aomine is crawling over him and batting his hand away from his cunt and all thoughts except more leave Kise’s brain.
“You’re a virgin, right?” Kise nods, past the point of embarrassment at such a question.
The few glances of his body Kise managed in the locker rooms has nothing on Aomine now, already hard as he rolls the condom over his cock, the size of it something that would normally make people rethink things, but it makes Kise just want it, crave it, more.
Kise guesses about eight inches, but before he can ask it’s already inside him, one thrust and he’s full , deep inside and reaching places his fingers could never, no matter how hard he had tried.
“It’s eight and a half,” Aomine answers like he’s read Kise’s mind. He hikes Kise’s legs over his waist and leans forward, supporting himself on one hand as the other holds Kise open by the back of his knee. “Feel good? You full enough now?”
Kise nods. Trying to speak would be useless— his sentences would be broken up by the force of Aomine’s thrust as Kise bounces on his cock and the filthy sounds of him slamming in and out of Kise’s soaked cunt would drown him out— so Kise whines and whimpers and hopes Aomine understands.
He does, however, manage to ask Aomine to keep talking, asking him to say whatever just so Kise can hear him.
“Right, right, is that why you ran off? My voice make you horny?” Aomine leans further to kiss at his neck, smirking against his skin as moans rumble in Kise’s throat. “Hold yourself open for me.”
Kise complies, grabbing behind his knees, pouting when Aomine straightens up and looks down at him. Aomine holds him at the crease of his thighs where his legs are bent to pull Kise on and off his cock that way, hard enough to knock Kise’s headboard against the wall with each thrust forward.
“You’re fucking dripping,” Aomine swears, eyes focused on Kise’s pussy, moreso the puddle of slick pooled near his ass and smeared over both his and Aomine’s skin.
Aomine pulls out just to watch Kise clench around nothing and drip more, his cunt a pretty pink and burning hot when he slides back inside, squeezing him when he fingers his clit.
It’s but a minute before Kise comes again, his entire body locking up as he cries out, nails digging crescents into his knees. Aomine’s hips stutter for a beat before picking up a slower pace, fucking Kise through his orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” Kise moans, blinking up at Aomine but his eyes look hazy and unfocused. He let his legs fall to circle Aomine’s waist, ankles locked behind his back to keep him from moving back any further, “come, I want you to come, come on me or in me, please .”
Aomine can’t deny him, not when he looks so sweet and wanting. He manhandles Kise onto his knees, flattening his hand between his shoulders to press his chest to the sheets. Kise’s knees open wide, back curved as pretty as the rest of him is.
Kise doesn’t wait for Aomine, impaling himself back onto Aomine’s cock, up on his hands and knees now with his fists twisted in the sheets. Aomine sits back, letting Kise bounce on his dick for a bit until he gets impatient, seizing the blond by his hips and forcing him back down to his chest.
It’s a sight to see, fucking him from behind. Before, when Kise was on his back, Aomine really only felt how wet Kise was for him, could feel it drip to the sheets and stick to his skin but now, now , Aomine sees it— Kise’s thighs and ass are drenched with his four orgasms, more and more come and slick bubbling out around Aomine’s cock.
“You’re a mess,” Aomine tells him, doesn’t even know if Kise’s listening, if he can hear him over his own noises, “I can’t believe I’ve missed out on you, Kise, my god.”
“Aominecchi,” Kise whines, saying nothing else. Instead he grabs one of Aomine’s hands from his waist and brings it around his body, tugging and pulling and whining until Aomine gets it, laid over Kise’s back as his fingers once again play with his clit.
Kise’s knees slide even further apart, almost flat on the bed with only his hips lifted to keep the angle of Aomine’s cock right.
It’s good for Kise, sure, but Aomine’s hand is stuck and stiff and he can’t move well, so he pulls Kise up fully on his knees and sits him fully on his cock, back pressed to Aomine’s chest. The fabric of his shirt is rough against his nipples, making him jolt, and the very bottom of it is soaked the same way Kise’s ass and thighs are.
“I’m close again,” Kise cries, his moans almost like the squeaks of a mouse now and desperate, “I’m coming, I’m gonna come,” Aomine gets a hand between his legs, thumb jerked back to stroke his clit as two fingers slip in next to his cock.
His hand is drenched in no time and Kise’s yet to come again, his pussy still dripping out around Aomine’s dick, fucking up towards his G-spot and Kise is trembling , shaking where he’s pressed close to Aomine for stability and so he doesn’t collapse forward.
Kise’s fingers replace Aomine’s, frantic as his moans climb in pitch and he starts whimpering and squeaking again. It takes but a minute for him to come, squirting over his fingers and Aomine’s cock and soaking the sheets, both their thighs, and Kise’s scream is hoarse as he throws his head back onto Aomine’s shoulder.
Aomine keeps busy on his clit just to feel him clench around his cock, Kise’s pussy even wetter now, the sounds he and his body make absolutely, disgustingly filthy.
Kise’s panting in his ear, begging quietly for Aomine to come inside, fill him up and keep him full for the night and do it again when they wake up, again and again and again , Kise promises him, and that’s what brings Aomine to finish inside the condom, the promise of doing this— seeing Kise come over and over, maybe even more than tonight, from his cock and his alone.
“Aominecchi,” Kise mumbles, shivering when Aomine’s tongue smooths over the bite on his neck from where Aomine bit down to silence his groans. “You made me squirt, Aominecchi, that’s the first time. I could never do it on my own.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Ah, but,” Kise leans further into Aomine when his arms wrap around Kise’s waist, sucking over the bite, “how do I clean all this up?”
Aomine snorts, making more marks to match the bite, trailing over whatever skin is exposed by Kise’s shirt.
“How ‘bout us first? I’m covered in your stuff and so are you.” Kise, as if fully realising what he’s done, glances down and goes bright red over his nose and cheeks. He sits up on his knees in a kneel, a moan shivering out of him when Aomine’s softened cock slips from his cunt, and touches the backs of his thighs.
“This is humiliating,” Kise’s totally flushed, the pink reaching past the collar of his shirt now.
“It was impressive,” Aomine smirks, climbing off Kise’s bed on unsure legs and stretching, the crack and pop of his back satisfying. Kise tries to do the same but his legs are still weak, entire body almost jelly. “I’ll just wet down a rag, strip the bed and find some clothes.”
When Aomine returns, fully wiped down and a lot less sticky, Kise’s flat on his stomach struggling to stay awake. The warm damp heat of the rag feels good on his sore body, only tensing when Aomine runs it briefly between his legs.
After that they redress, sitting in silence for a moment to stare at the embarrassingly large wet patch on Kise’s mattress before Kise offers up a futon or two.
“I mean, yeah,” Aomine answers dumbly, “nobody wants to sleep in come.”
To which Kise gasps and goes red a second time, hitting Aomine in the head with his futon as he walks by to lay out his own, to which Aomine settles in next to him and doesn’t bother to lay out his own.
“I just banged your brains out, blondie. Sharing a futon is nothing.” Aomine says when Kise glares at him.
“Whatever. If you’re late tomorrow it’s not my fault.”
“Sure, yeah, go to bed.” Aomine pulls Kise to his chest and falls asleep almost instantly, Kise not far behind.
And when he wakes Kise once again goes beet red.