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7 Minutes In Heaven: Hot & Heavy Edition

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[He presses it gently, circles around it. He's teasing and he knows it, is completely unapologetic about it. There's something wonderfully alluring being inside Aomine, even if it is just his fingers, and the look and sounds he gets from Aomine are even better. He can't believe Aomine's making that kind of face because of Kise. He feels like he's on top of the world.]

Do you like that, Aominecchi?

[He can't believe he's enjoying this. He can't believe that Kise is fingering him and he's getting off on it. It's weird and new and different and they're both guys, so there's something wrong with him, clearly.

But it's not enough to try and make him stop.

So he doesn't answer.]

[He's gonna take that as a yes- it's as much as a yes as he figures he can get out of Aomine, anyway.]

You know Aominecchi-- I can make you feel even better than this...

[He rubs insistently, wanting to draw out something loud, something desperate.]

[Aomine bites his lip as Kise grows more insistent, aims to draw out louder, more desperate sounds, intent on not giving him what he wants--

But the pressure builds, gets to be too much, and Aomine has no choice but to give Kise what he wants, to let him hear a long, ragged groan as he squirmed under the promise of something even better.]

H-how?

[He leans in close, lips drifting across the sensitive skin of Aomine's neck. He breathes in Aomine, spreading his fingers wide.]

I've got something bigger than my fingers. Do you wanna try it?

[Not for the first time in this encounter nervousness shot through him. He knew what Kise was talking about, and... thought he wanted it, but...

No.

It was Kise, there wasn't anything to be worried about, right?]

Y...eah. Sure.

[He adds in another, just to make the transition easier. It burns him to the core to see Aomine like this, writhing from just his fingers, moaning because of him. It's a goddamn dream come true and he hopes he never wakes up. This is every wet dream fantasy come to life. He's knuckles-deep in Aomine and about to-

No! No blushing! He can't screw this up!

He hides his face in the crook of Aomine's neck, just doing his best to get Aomine nice and relaxed. He can feel the other tensing, but he just wants to make it good for him.]

[He hisses at the addition of another finger instead of the removal of all of them, thinking that's where this was going instead of more... teasing? But teasing was. Good. Right? Meant he enjoyed it? But he didn't.

...Right?

And Kise's burying his face in his neck, and that's... kind of concerning. Just a bit.]

Kise...

[He sounds hoarse and desperate and nervous and petulant all at once, and it makes him not want to keep talking, but he nudges Kise's temple with is chin and keeps on.]

Don't tell me you're nervous.

Mm- maybe a little?

[He can't tell Aomine he's always wanted this, though, and that this moment is kind of a big deal for him and how he wants this to be memorable and amazing just in case he never gets this chance again.

He withdraws his fingers, taking dick in hand and nudging it against Aomine, trying to be calm and collected.]

Are you ready?

As I'll ever be...

[Because he would never be ready for this, not really, but if it wasn't kise, it would be someone else, and who knows what would happen.

And he was hard, achingly so, so on a physical level, it wasn't... nearly as bad as it could have been.

Though he still gets a pang of nervousness when Kise lines up, gets ready.]

Just do it.

Don't- don't give me that look.

[Aomine's the one who looks nervous, now, and it hits Kise to the core, shakes up the confidence he's managed to collect. He pulls away, a palm against Aomine's cheek, eyes soft.]

Don't look at me like that.

Like what?

[And there's indignation now, replacing the nervousness in an instant, because Kise doesn't need to treat him like he's fragile, or something. Especially not now. That's just humiliating.]

Like you're just putting up with this.

[Kise gives a sardonic smile, slight but there as he shrugs. Maybe he's romanticizing the situation too much. Obviously Aomine's just doing this because he was forced to, tied up like he is.

For a moment, Kise got too lost in the situation. He scolds himself for mistaking the situation to be something more than it actually is.]

So make me, you fucking idiot. You're always trying to prove something, right?

[He was just putting up with this, at the end of it, but he was willing to put up with this because Kise was the best option, and now he was stalling, making him think about it...

Giving all the nervousness and confusion and mixed strange feelings a chance to be dwelt on.

And he can't even grab Kise and pull him back into contact.]

But I-

[Now he feels like a bully.]

-you have to tell me the truth. You want this, too? You're fine?

[HE"S FRETTING AND ALL BECAUSE HE LOVES AOMINE SO DAMN MUCH AND DOESN'T WANT TO SCREW THIS UP.]

Yes I'm fine. Look at me. [So he wasn't as fine as he would have wanted to be, sure, but he was still flushed and turned on, even with the nervousness and hesitation.

He's not even sure what constitutes screwing this up even means, but is sure it doesn't really matter if he isn't going to talk about this again when they're done.]

[He looks, shy and uncertain- but he sees that desire, the frustration, the silent demand for Kise to carry on.

He takes a deep breath, his smile returning.]
'
...ok. Thank you, Aominecchi-

[He guides himself to Aomine again, kissing him to distract him as he breaches him.]

[He's not sure why Kise is thanking him, but he doesn't have much time to dwell on it, because Kise is pressing in and kissing him, and it's. Overwhelming. He kisses back sloppily, panting between kisses and bites.]

[He moves in slowly, pausing every now and then to make sure Aomine's used to him. Before he knows it, he's as far in as he can get, and he can't help the moan that escapes him at the hot, tight feel of Aomine around his dick.]

Aominecchi--

What?

[He's panting, straining against the ties, because he wants to push Kise away and pull him closer all at once, wants him to move and pull out and do more and stop and he doesn't know what he wants, just that it's overwhelming and he doesn't want Kise to stay still for long.

So he drops his head to Kise's shoulder and nips at the skin there, to try and encourage him to do something.]

You feel- amazing.

[The little signal works, because soon enough Kise's moving into him. His thrusts are shallow as he works his way up to deeper, longer strokes. For now, though- baby steps. He can't he minds being completely enveloped by Aomine like this. He groans loudly, unabashedly.]

[Was he supposed to thank him for that? Say 'you, too'? He... wasn't sure, so he stayed as quiet as he could - which really wasn't all that quiet at all, as the shallow thrusts were just enough friction to draw slight little gasps and hitches in his breathing, and from there soft groans when Kise moved just right.]

[Feeling more confident, Kise now angles his thrusts differently each time. Trying to find. ~*~*~*THE SPOT*~*~*~]

[He'll know when he does, because Aomine will bite his shoulder. Hard. As a knee-jerk reaction to keep from making any kind of desperate cries or whimpers.]

[Maybe Kise's hiding something, because instead of flinching in pain, he just moans louder, moves in and out faster as he grips onto Aomine, whispers his name like something sacred.]

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