In a flurry of blue, Aomine dashed the length of the half court. Like a bird taking flight, he launched into the air. The orange ball plunged through the well worn net, untouched by the rusting metal ring holding it. Aomine's large hand clung to the ring, and his lean body hung from it for a moment before he released his grip and fell lightly to the blacktop. Sweat trailing down his neck, he wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his blue uniform before jogging to collect the basketball. Behind him an annoyed voice rang out,
"One more round!" A picturesque blonde trailed behind Aomine, his lips protruding in a pout.
"Nope." Having picked up the much-abused ball, Aomine turned towards Kise, the corners of his mouth tugged up into a cocky grin.
"Aominecchi" Kise whined. His face was also damp with sweat, although it somehow didn't mar his neatly textured hair. "It's just because I came from a shoot, you can't expect me to be at my prime in skinny jeans!" He gestured at his tightly fitted pants, which were decorated with a vast variety of zippers.
"You never beat me in high school and you won't beat me now." Aomine said to the annoyed blonde. He had walked to the corner of the court to collect his and Kise's belongings. He dusted off his police cap before fitting it snugly over his short hair. He tossed the leather bag over to the still whining Kise, who caught it with one hand.
"This is a designer bag Ahominecchi, don't just throw it!" Kise scolded playfully, his straight teeth showing as he smiled brightly.
"Eh? Who's Ahominecchi?" Aomine teased. They were side by side now, and started to walk on the well worn path home. It had rained earlier, the fresh post-rain scent still lingering. The bright lights of the apartments and office building illuminated the still damp sidewalk as the two walked. A brisk autumn breeze played through the open streets, tossing up the fallen leaves.
"It's getting pretty chilly isn't it…" Kise mused, looking up at the night sky. The lights from the city obscured the stars, but the crescent moon still shined white over the tall buildings. In response to Kise's distracted comment, Aomine threw a muscular arm over the blonde's shoulder, pulling him closer. "Eww Aominecchi! You're all sweaty!" Kise giggled, although he didn't pull away. The two continued to walk like that, their gaits slightly lopsided and Kise poking fun at Aomine's damp uniform and still-sweaty brow. Like a spotlight, each street light lit up the silly couple as they shoved each other from one edge of the sidewalk to another.
They tumbled into their penthouse apartment, still laughing like drunks. Shoes were kicked off and left unceremoniously at the front door. Aomine headed straight for the leather loveseat and plopped down. He pawed for the remote on the side table and turned the TV on to some mindless program on giant pandas. He sat, only half watching, and took of his hat. Gently, he place the hat on the side table, in front of the framed picture of his and Kise's first real date. He had taken Kise to an amusement park, which he hated, but the model was so excited that he managed to stomach all the horrendously sweet food and long lines.
"Aominecchi~" Kise sang, "What do you wanna eat?" Aomine looked up from the TV, the pandas on the screen were chewing on bamboo as the monotone narrator described the medicinal properties of their meal.
"Whatever we have left." He called back.
"Leftover Chinese takeout then!" Kise dumped some noodles and rice onto a round plate. He popped the plate into the microwave, tapped a few buttons and the microwave hummed to life. The remaining box of beef was dumped into a small pan and placed on the stove. Kise continued to sing as he stirred the meat in the pan. He was really getting much better, Aomine thought. The model had been trying to expand into other markets and so had hired a voice coach. The microwave beeped and Kise popped the heated noodle-rice mix out and poured the beef over it. On his way over to the loveseat, he grabbed two pairs of chopsticks from under the counter.
He plopped down next to Aomine, who was still blearily watching the panda bears. Smelling the food, Aomine perked up and grabbed the chopsticks offered to him and took a big bite of the Chinese food.
"Ahhhhh" He exhaled, the mouthful was burning hot. Unwilling to back down from the challenge, Aomine bit down on the noodle and swallowed the mouthful, scalding his throat in the process.
"Ahominecchi." Kise groaned, rolling his eyes at the childishness. He grabbed a small piece of beef, blew on it for a moment, and popped it into his mouth.
"Are you wearing makeup?" Aominecchi asked, his mouth still stinging from the hot food. The blonde paused, food inches from his open mouth.
"Yeah, just eyeliner. I told you didn't I? I had a shoot today." Now that Aomine had noticed, the model's artificially lined eyes looked even more striking. The gold of his irises even more piercing than usual. "Why?" Kise cooed, "Do I look extra sexy today?" Teasingly, he batted his eyelashes.
"Yeah." Aomine said, and the blonde choked on his mouthful of rice. A blush turned his ears bright red as he coughed and Aomine changed the channel, grinning.
He had just flipped to a commercial and was about to continue flipping before Kise excitedly reached out to grab the remote.
"Ah! I'm in this one! Look look!" Aomine grabbed the plate, which was in danger of spilling onto the ground, and placed it beside his hat on the table before looking back up at the screen. In the commercial, Kise was dressed in Arabic type wear, his toned stomach peeking out from beneath a vest. Beneath him was a golden throne, and a crown perched crookedly on his golden hair. He held a golden key in his hand, and dragged it across his lips. Aomine swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. TV Kise exhaled, the sound somehow sensual. The camera zoomed out to show Kise and his throne piled on top of a massive mound of gold and riches. The image faded to black before switching to the picture of a slowly revolving bottle. Kise's voice rang out over the image, "Unlock me." As the whisper echoed, golden words wrote out over the black background.
"See it's a perfume commercial, so the challenge is to try and advertise the scent by just using visuals and sou- Aominecchi!?" Aomine had tackled Kise down, his lips brushing on the model's neck.
"That. Was. Way. Too. Fucking. Sexy." Aomine breathed, each word punctuated by a kiss. He relented in his assault for a moment. "Can I get a personal tape?" He said, completely serious. Kise slapped his chest, face bright red.
"No!" Kise muttered, and Aomine continued his attack. Food completely forgotten, Kise's embarrassed mutters soon morphed into soft moans as Aomine trailed his way down from the model's neck to his stomach. The taut muscle twitched as Aomine breathed on Kise, his hands running up and down the milky skin. "Th-that tickles."Kise complained, but Aomine ignored him.
"Ah!" Kise let out a soft yelp, Aomine had made it down to his pants. Tanned fingers roughly unbuckled and unzipped. The jeans were very tight, making Kise's erection that much more pronounced. Aomine tugged at the jeans, but they wouldn't budge.
"Stupid skinny jeans." Aomine hissed. The blonde laughed before wiggling out of the denim prisons himself. The moment they were off, Aomine's mouth was on Kise's crotch, licking over the black boxers.
Kise was squirming underneath Aomine's hungry mouth, his thin fingers grasping the navy hair. "Ngh!" He moaned as Aomine finally took off his boxers and sucked on his pulsing erection. Each bob of his head elicitiing another excited moan.
"W-wait." Kise breathed, pulling back on the hair in his hand. He sat up, trembling a little, and straddled Aomine. Sitting slightly taller, he kissed his boyfriend. It was a hungry kiss, one that Aomine returned with a growl. Thin fingers trailed down the police uniform, skillfully unbuttoning each black button. The black leather belt was pulled from its loops in a single fluid motion, and the pants undone just as easily. As Kise was blindly undressing his lover, Aomine's hands roamed the length of the milky white torso. One large tanned hand found its way down and a finger pressed into the blonde, making him break the intense kiss to gasp. A second finger slipped inside and Kise's back arched a little as he clung to his lover. Aomine reached down to his own pants and pressed the tip of his cock to Kise's hot entrance.
"Ah!" Aomine felt Kise's arms tighten around him as the entire length of his cock slid inside. The blonde was shivering, he had gone in without any lube.
"Shit, are you okay?" Aomine asked as he felt tears wet his back. Kise whimpered. Wordlessly, the blonde nodded and eventually the deathgrip loosened. Kise slowly began to rock back and forth, his whimpering now soft moaning. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through Kise's body.
"I love you" Kise sighed into his lover's ear. This sent an electric jolt through Aomine, who then pushed Kise down onto the couch. Taking a dominant position, Aomine began thrusting into Kise. His hand snaked around the blonde's stiff erection and began to pump to the rhythm of the thrusts. A light sheen of sweat glistened on Kise's forehead, his face pink, eyes half open. Aomine's breath became more ragged as he felt the familiar tingle in his hips. Kise appeared to be close too, his hips bucking and swaying. Moans echoed around the large room, each thrust audible.
Childishly determined not to cum first, Aomine slowed his thrusting. His hand slid up and down the stiff cock and he bent down to kiss his lover. Kise squirmed and suddenly stiffened. He broke away from the kiss to cry out as his entire body convulsed. As he was cumming, Aomine quickly thrust into the blonde, finally releasing himself inside.
Kise went limp, his chest heaving. His milky thighs twitched as the convulsions of his orgasm slowed. Aomine pulled out, still dripping. The model's eyes were closed, his long eyelashes highlighted by the now smudged eyeliner. Scooping the tired blonde into his arms, Aomine carried Kise wedding style to their bedroom. He dropped him on the neatly made bed, crumpling the black bedsheet.
"Owie" Kise mumbled, his golden head already buried in a pillow. Aomine sat down on the bed and the model rolled over to make room. An annoyed grunt came from the pillow, "That hurt you bastard."
"Sorry." Aomine said, reaching over to play with the golden locks of hair. "I'll use lube next time."
"As an apology, you owe me a favor." Came the muffled reply.
"Eh? And what's that?" Aomine teased, twisting the blonde strands between two fingers.
"Let me top next time."
"Not a chance." Rolling onto the bed, one tanned arm worked its way around Kise, pulling him close. Aomine buried his face into the back of his lovers head, inhaling the sweet scent of his hair.
"We didn't wash up." Kise blearily muttered, already close to sleep.
"Tomorrow."
"Mmm." The blonde snuggled backwards into Aomine's chest. Aomine tightened his grip, and planted a soft kiss on the blonde head.
"Good night."