That Time in the Stairwell

Aomine teases Kise and then makes him wait all day to be satisfied

Kise was having a difficult day. Not in the usual sense. He hadn't failed a test or lost a basketball game or made the coach angry with him. His day was difficult for other, more intimate reasons. And Aomine's scorching stare on the back of his neck in class wasn't helping much either. Kise uncrossed his legs and wiggled in his seat, biting his lower lip as the seam of his school slacks pressed tightly against his erection. He arched his back slightly, trying to make the motion look natural, and leaned forward to rest his head in his hands, like he was focusing on the textbook open in front of him. Behind him he heard a quiet chuckle. On the corner of his desk his cell phone screen lit up. He quickly read the text message notification that popped up and bit back a groan.

Aominecchi: Nice cock. Wanna fuck?

He ignored the text and focused on not thinking about the hot stare he could feel on the back of his neck or the heat rushing to his crotch. His head was spinning but there were only a few more minutes before the end of school, then he could lock himself in a cubicle in the bathroom and take care of his problem before basketball practice.

Aominecchi: I wanna fuck you right here in the middle of class in front of everyone

Aominecchi: You know you'd love it. You're such a slut for my cock.

Kise read Aomine's texts and bit his lip harder. He could imagine it. Aomine would rip his pants down and fuck him raw on his desk. And he would be begging for more in front of everyone. His pants got tighter and Kise rolled his head back on his neck as he imagined Aomine dominating him so ruthlessly in public, resisting the urge to thrust up against the tightly closed zipper. The bell rang and Kise shot out of his desk, haphazardly shoving books into his bag, and sprinted out of the classroom. He was making a b-line for the washroom, using his bag to shield his crotch, when a strong hand grabbed him just above the elbow and yanked him in the opposite direction.

Aomine tightened his grip and dragged Kise down the hall behind him. He took a sharp turn and they ended up in the landing of the deserted stairwell up to the roof. Aomine let go of Kise's arm and Kise backed away from him, panting slightly.

"What the hell?" Kise snarled. Aomine grinned. "Don't smirk at me! I have a problem I need to take care of! One you started, I might add."

"Exactly," Aomine tossed his bag in the corner of the stairwell. "I should take responsibility for my actions. Besides you know if I let you go off all alone you'll be late for practice."

"That's not the point!" Kise snapped. Aomine was slinking closer and closer. He took a few steps back and nearly tripped on the stairs. "I don't want you to – AH!" Kise gasped and his knees buckled and his bag strap slipped out of his suddenly numb fingers. Aomine had closed the distance between them and reached out and pressed the heel of his hand against Kise's crotch.

"I helped with this, eh?" Aomine breathed in his ear. "Remind me how. My memory of this morning is a little foggy."

"You bastard," Kise gasped. He buckled forward into Aomine, his forehead pressed against his shoulder. "You know exactly what you did." Kise drew in a shuddering breath as Aomine continued to massage him through his pants. "I hate you," he choked out. Aomine smirked and spun Kise around. Kise bit his lips, choking on a moan as he heard Aomine unzip his school slacks. Seconds later he felt Aomine's hot, hard dick pressing up against his ass. This was so much worse (better) than this morning. Kise groaned.

"Do you wish I had left you alone in the locker room this morning?" Aomine whispered in his ear. Kise flushed to the tips of his ears thinking about how Aomine had cornered him in the locker room that morning after they'd gone for a run. With only a minute to get to class Aomine had teased Kise until the very last second and then left him panting, half naked, pressed up against his locker wondering what the hell just happened.

"I hate you," Kise moaned again, grinding back against Aomine. Aomine slid his hand down Kise's hips and around to grab his crotch again. Kise gasped, tossing his head back, and his hips started thrusting against Aomine's hand all on their own. Aomine's grip around his waist tightened and he ground up against Kise's ass harder. "Fuck," Kise panted. His head was thrown back, resting on Aomine's shoulders, mouth open, eyes closed, gasping for air.

"Do you really hate me?" Aomine asked, nipping at his ear. The hand on Kise's clothed erection started to move faster. Kise whined and panted, thrusting his slender hips with abandon.

"Ah – no –ah…ah…ah…" he barely managed to get the word out between pants. His slacks were tight and painful on his cock now and he wished Aomine hadn't pinned his arms to his sides because he wanted to undo the zipper. "Aominecchi please," he panted. "It hurts – AH!" Aomine thrust particularly hard up against him, pressing his cock between his ass cheeks. Kise panted harshly, dry humping Aomine's hand and cock. Despite the fabric of his school slacks he could feel the heat of Aomine's flesh because the bastard had stolen his underwear that morning too, slipping them into his bag, with a grin, telling him that they were a souvenir. With only a thin layer of polyester between them Kise felt like Aomine could start fucking him for real any second.

"Aominecchi …pants hurt…lemme go…" Kise pleaded.

"No," Aomine said in his ear. "You're gonna cum in your pants you filthy slut. Look how greedy you are, rutting up against me like an animal, in the middle of school. Fuck, you're so hot. I want to fuck you in every classroom in this place. You'll never be able to go into a room without remembering how loud I can make you scream."

Aomine's voice rumbled in his chest up against Kise's back. Kise shuddered, moaning and humping into Aomine's hand helplessly. Aomine bit his earlobe and tugged the sensitive flesh between his teeth. Kise made a high keening noise as he felt pressure starting to build in the pit of his stomach.

"Aominecchi," he gasped. "I'm gonna – "

"Come on baby, cum for me," Aomine whispered in his ear. Kise came hard, his whole body spasming against Aomine. He felt his cum staining the inside of his pants and he felt some of it drip down his thighs, cooling quickly against his hot skin. And still, Aomine's hand kept rubbing him through his pants, making Kise writhe against him as his oversensitive flesh was further abused. Aomine slowly released Kise, who barely managed to catch himself as he fell to his knees on the stairs in front of him. He rolled himself over, breathing hard, legs spread apart displaying the spreading stain on the front of his pants.

"Jesus, look at you." Aomine fumbled his cell phone out of his pocket and snapped a photo. Then he stepped forward and ran his fingers through Kise's hair. His grip tightened and he gently pulled his head back. With his free hand Aomine started jerking himself off. Kise's mind was foggy from pleasure and he belatedly remembered that Aomine hadn't cum yet and opened his mouth to ask what Aomine was doing when Aomine grunted, shooting cum all over his face.

Kise tried to jerk away but the hand in his hair held him firm as Aomine retrieved his phone and took a few more photos. Aomine tucked himself away and crouched down in front of Kise.

"Aominecchi! What the fuck!" Kise reached for his bag to get a tissue to wipe his face off, but Aomine grabbed his wrist tightly and yanked it back.

"You're such a whore, Kise," he snarled. "You're my whore. So you're going to rub my cum into your face and go to practice with the smell of me all over you. I know you love my cum. You beg me every weekend to fill your ass with it. You beg me to fill you up and then you walk around my place with that slutty ass plugged up so you can feel me staining your insides."

Kise met his burning gaze for a moment before he slowly raised a hand to his face and began to massage Aomine's cum into his skin. Aomine leaned forward and nuzzled against his neck while Kise worked, nipping at his skin, tugging at his earring with his teeth.

"Good boy," Aomine said, licking the shell of his ear. "After practice I'll give you an even better reward." He kissed Kise hard and then grabbed his bag and jogged down the stairs to the deserted school halls leaving Kise sitting sprawled in the stairwell, half-hard in cum stained slacks with the smell of Aomine all over him. Kise looked down at his pants and swore violently. He grabbed his bag and held it cautiously in front of him as he stood up and ran to catch up to Aomine.

"Fucking bastard," he growled. "Whatever you've got planned for after practice better amazing."

"Trust me," Aomine smirked. "It'll blow your fucking mind."

Whoops I did smut. I just really like seme!Aomine uke!Kise. Like day-um, amirite?