Love can be blind.

Kise has no shame and Aomine simply doesn't give a fuck. You put the likes of them in a room, sparks fly, and you get a couple that considers the kinks of exhibitionism in a good way, whether intentional or otherwise. It's just that hanky-panky business in the open doesn't strike either one of them as weird or even alarming, which accounts for Kise currently sitting on a toilet lid, with that pretty little head of his moving back and forth as he sucks on Mr. Bojangles in the middle of Kaijō's basketball practice.

"Just like that," Aomine groans when Kise takes in more of him with each bob of his head until he reaches the base of his cock.

Aomine keeps a firm hold on the blond hair to fuck that gorgeous mouth stretched around him. It's a wet and messy affair, and Aomine swears it's the hottest thing: honey-golden eyes staring up at him as Kise visibly tries to accommodate his entire length going into his mouth and hitting the back of his throat, and the little gagging and choking sounds Kise makes right before he pulls away for air. Gasping lightly, Kise deposits excess spit on Aomine's cock, using it to lubricate his strokes along the shaft. He brings his lips to the engorged tip and plants a kiss there.

Aomine chuckles at the gesture. "You're such a slut for dick, aren't you?"

"Mm, Aominecchi's dick," Kise corrects, bringing his head forward at an angle to mouth at the underside of the member.

He pulls up and immediately goes back to sucking Aomine off, starting once more at the head and working his way deeper, cheeks hollowing from the suction. Aomine's hand goes back to tangling itself in blond locks. It doesn't take long before his breathing vocalizes into moans, a telltale sign that he's close. They're not particularly concerned with being audible; the echoes of sport shoes squeaking and balls bouncing against the floorboards, and the shouts from Kise's teammates drown out whatever sounds they can possible make in that one bathroom stall. The grip in Kise's hair tightens and it's again pushing his head forward to meet Aomine's thrusts, the force of it bumping his nose against the flat of his belly.

"Fuck, baby…" Aomine tilts his head back, lost in the pleasure that's building up. "I'm gonna—"

Just as he is about to warn Kise, his words are drowned out by the sudden burst of sound when the main door creaks open. A surge of panic seizes Aomine's body, and he freezes in place in hopes of stalling his orgasm. But he feels himself coming undone, the pleasure already uncoiling from within and spiking outwards, and it makes his toes curl. He grimaces and holds his breath to keep from making a sound; at the very least he can come cleanly and quietly into Kise's mouth but why the fuck is the damn blond pulling away at the worst moment possible—

A sharp cry reverberates through the relatively empty toilet, taking everyone by surprise.

"Kise?"

"Motherfucking Christ!"

"Who's there?!"

Chaos momentarily ensues as the door to a stall slams open and Kise comes staggering out with a rather flustered Aomine following behind with a string of apologies. The Kaijō members who entered look at each other with alarm before their defense mechanisms kick in. They rush to Kise's side while glaring at Aomine who is, for all intents and purposes, the supposed Big Bad Wolf to their Little Cock-Riding Kise.

"Kise, are you okay? What happened?" Kasamatsu asks, putting a hand on Kise's back as he watches the blond rinse his face in the sink.

"What did you do? Why are you even here?" Moriyama directs the questions at Aomine instead, but when the Tōō ace opens his mouth to explain, he falls short.

Kise mumbles something in the midst of what seems to be drowning his face in tap water. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he means to say something along the lines of, "S'cool, y'all," and his seniors cease their interrogation for the time being. It takes a while before he straightens up and gestures at Aomine to hand him paper towels, turning to his teammates after wiping most of his face dry. He makes a moue when the tissues cling to certain sticky spots on his skin. "He was in the neighborhood, so I called him over. We just… well, I kinda… panicked when you guys showed up."

Kasamatsu glances over to Aomine before settling back on his small forward. "What in the world were you guys in the toilet?"

"It's not like Aominecchi can walk about in our school, so I asked him to hide here," Kise answers smoothly enough while nursing the right side of his face. "Shit, it still stings," he mutters to himself more than anyone else.

Aomine reaches out to turn Kise's face towards him, fingers gently prying the right eye open. Tears are already welling up. He frowns. "It's red. Did you wash it all off?"

"I don't know. The water made it worse, if anything."

"You want to drop by the clinic or pharmacy, get some drops or some medicinal shit?" Aomine asks, brows knotted and mouth pulled into a frown as he inspects Kise, and even the upperclassmen are amazed at just how worried Aomine looks right now. It makes Kise's kokoro go doki doki, because having Aomine so affectionate and concerned is quite a rare occasion, let alone in front of strangers. Kise nods gently and gives Aomine a small smile, and they share a moment of staring lovingly into each other's eyes as the rest of the world fades away…

… until Aomine lets out an undignified snort and fails to keep a straight face. Kise jabs him in the rib, earning a grunt from the guy who nearly took out his eyeball with his semen, of all things. Wonderful, that just makes him all the more aware of the incessant throbbing. He blinks several times in an attempt to clear his vision and to hopefully lessen the pain. "I didn't expect it to hurt this much, jeez."

"Hah, you said jizz."

"What are you, twelve?"

"It is kinda funny." As if to prove a point, Aomine now sports a ridiculously wide grin. It doesn't help his case one bit, and certainly not Kise's. "It's actually really fucking hilarious. Gorgeous b-ball extraordinaire Kise Ryōta suffers from impaired vision because of my c—"

Kise silences him with another jab, this time with enough force to rival Kuroko's Ignite Pass. Oh, right, they aren't alone. Kasamatsu and Moriyama are mere spectators to this little exchange between two members of the Generation of Miracles. It's a peculiar conversation, seeing as they don't really know what Kise and Aomine are talking about. Kise much prefers if he and Aomine leave before they get bombarded with more questions, so he drags the ace by his jersey and leads them out of the toilet.

Moriyama looks at Kasamatsu. "What."


"Hey, it's actually working!" Kise exclaims, genuinely surprised at the receding pain. He adds a few more droplets of the medication and blinks the solution away, letting it roll down his cheek. "It's a bloody miracle, like the three of diamonds!"

"I'm sure you had worse before," Aomine huffs.

Kise cocks an eyebrow at him. "It's not just the fact that it's an irritant, like shampoo… or you. It's practically a projectile. You know, Physics 101, where the mass and speed thing equals force? I felt the pain of it hitting my eye even before it started to burn like a motherfucker."

"Yeah, yeah," Aomine replies with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Though, it would've been fun to date a pirate. I'm sure you could've pulled off an eye patch."

"Huh…" Kise stops in his tracks for a moment. "Funny that you mentioned pirate. I think I read something about some pirate-blowjob stuff. Like, you ejaculate in someone's eye and then you kick 'em in the leg so they hop about on one foot while covering an eye. Pirate."

Aomine looks contemplative. "Wanna try it out? At least we know the eye thing works."

"I will slap you."

"What, you're not into pirate RPs?" Aomine asks, looking mildly surprised.

Kise takes on a more horrified expression. "Are you?"

Aomine shrugs. "S'not too bad, when you think about it; you can fit in a lot of kinks. You've watched those Sparrow movies; you can be the high and mighty naval officer who wants to outlaw piracy and I'm the pirate king, so before drawing swords to a duel, we engage in a verbal exchange, trying to one-up the other but it just gets riddled with double entendres and the UST explodes to ridiculous proportions so you give in to my pirate-y charm, get flogged, and become my wench as we sail the seven seas."

"… You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?"

"I really do fancy the idea of you in the brig, all chained up and snarky, until I—"

"Right, I get it, I get it! Stop encouraging our darling author to write more crack!"

"Tch, I do what I want," Aomine grumbles, but a sinister smile plays on his lips, "'cause a pirate is free…" His singsong voice trails off and he nudges at Kise.

Kise just sighs and rolls his eyes. "You are a pirate."