"No," Kise says, his voice steely under his breath. He doesn't look at Aomine. He doesn't need to, he knows Aomine is furious.
"Then tell me what the fuck is wrong? Tell me," Aomine begins to yell, but ends up sounding plaintive. He's clenching his fists so hard his nails are digging into his palms, willing himself to hold back, to not break whatever this tenuous fucked up thing is.
"I was tired and irritable after a long week of photo shoots, that's all." Kise's voice is quieter now. There is a glaze hanging over his tired hazel eyes. Before he realizes it, he feels Aomine's strong hands grab him forcefully by the wrists and pinning him against the wall. He winces slightly where Aomine's calloused fingers chaffs the raw skin around his wrists, but he also feels the tingle of excitement rising involuntarily within him, twisting his mouth into a smirk.
"Why... why are you coming home all banged up? ... In these places ...it's like you let them..." Aomine's voice is low and still angry, it sounds almost like a growl, but when he looks up, Kise sees that his dark blue eyes are wet. It feels as visceral as a gut punch; he wasn't expecting this; he's not ready for this yet. Kise's Aomine yells and swears when he's angry, or he throws around things, slams the door, storms out of the room and finds a girl to fuck elsewhere; he doesn't feel, and he most certainly does not cry. Kise finds himself hanging loose, wide open, suddenly as defenseless as a prey on an open field. He feels all his pretense slipping away from his clutches, and suddenly he becomes aware of the steady hum of pain in his wrists, his waist and his ankles, where it was chaffed brusquely by rope. He puts a slim finger on Aomine's lips, and says softly, "hey... not for me alright? It'll just be a waste. I'm perfectly okay. I'm sorry. I was just having some fu– "
Aomine's lips are soft, warm and familiar, and Kise sinks right in, all his lies just meaningless words. Aomine breathes in the scent of Kise's soft blonde hair. He's too tired to argue, not ready to hear the truth. Maybe, maybe just for tonight, this is okay. Kise's breathing hitches a little, then he relaxes in Aomine's strong, lean arms.
