A/N: I'm so sorry
Aomine looked around the abandoned closet of the gymnasium locker room cautiously. He had been careful when he approached and entered the room, making sure no one from the Teiko team had seen him. He knew what they would say if they found out what he was doing, and it wouldn't be the first time the tan teen had been caught in the act.
The closet was dark, the only source of light coming from the thin window at the top of the wall. A strong scent of sweat mixed with musk surrounded him, and for Aomine, nothing was more fitting. Propping up what he had been carrying against a stack of hurdles, he sat down on one of the gymnastic mats, slowly reaching into the clothes of the person in front of him.
As his hand started to gently glide over their dick, the small groans reached his ears. Smirking to himself, confident in his skill, he whispered quietly "Yeah, you like that, don't you." A murmur of agreement sounded. Aomine's hands began to work harder, fingers slowly tracing up the rock-hard cock, only to jerk back down all at once. As pre-cum began to ooze from the tip, Aomine's breath quickened. He was getting pretty hard, and as the hands worked faster and faster, he grimaced. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, eyes focused on the penis, concentrating hard. A loud moan erupted from his lips, both he and his lover cumming as one.
Panting, Aomine leaned back on the mat allowing his lover to begin fingering his entrance with his left hand. He moaned as the first tanned digit entered, tentatively poking around for the sweet spot that every male had. Another finger quickly followed the other, before both of them prodded against something that made Aomine's hair stand on end.
"Ah! There!" He moaned. The fingers began to massage the area over and over, the free hand stroking his hard cock. "Faster!" He hissed commandingly.
"I love it when you're so forceful." His lover whispered back. Aomine smirked, his right hand tracing the boy's cool skin. Suddenly a third finger entered him, quickly moving to rub the prostate, over and over, pushing harder with each thrust. Aomine moaned louder, his ass clenching tight around the fingers from pleasure.
A loud, erotic groan erupted from Aomine's lips, his dick shooting thick, sticky cum all over his lover. As he fell back on the mat, a satisfied, blissful look on his face, the door to the gym closet slowly opened.
Kise stifled the angry cry rising within his throat. Instead, he clinched his fist, rolling his eyes. Stepping back from the room, he called to another person that Aomine couldn't see.
"Akashicchi! I found him! He was doing that weird mirror-thing again!" Aomine growled.
"Don't call it weird, asshole."
"Daiki, it is very weird," Akashi answered for Kise as he stepped into the room. "No normal person uses a mirror to enjoy themselves doing..." his voice trailed off as he gestured to the tanned teenager. "...that. Pull up your pants and go clean the mirror. Your training regimen has hereby been tripled for the rest of the foreseeable future. You cannot use school supplies for this."
As Aomine walked out, he saw Kise snickering behind Akashi.
"Seriously, I've heard of incest, but selfcest, Aominecchi? Really?" Aomine shot him an enraged glare, before muttering his response.
"The only one who can love me is me."