Aomine should have stopped at the kiss, should have pulled away the moment he felt Kise clench onto him as he slowly, hesitantly melted into the kiss. Maybe it was because Aomine enjoyed the response from the other, or the way the other looked so desperate as he pulled away to catch his breath but before he knew it he was pushing Kise back onto the desk he had been sitting on moments ago.

"Aomine-cchi." Kise said, a slight whisper into his ear as if to warn him they shouldn't be doing this. "Why are you—what are yo—" The blonde stumbled on his words, seemingly lost as to what was going on. But the power forward ignored the protests as he pushed the blonde down again to continue.

The kiss was messy, with Kise unintentionally letting Aomine's tongue in as he opened his mouth to protest. And as he resisted, the more Aomine skillfully played with him, kissing him deeply as if Kise was the only thing he wanted.

"You taste good." Aomine said pulling away, kissing down the blonde's neck as he reached for Kise's shirt, lifting it up to reveal the smooth muscled stomach underneath. The model watched as Aomine quickly peppered kisses down his body, until he reached the blonde's chest, where he took the time to play with him.

"Your turned on?" The other asked as stuck his tongue out to play with Kise's nipple, sucking on it as he noted how the blonde moaned in response. With the encouragement, Aomine nipped and sucked on the skin, satisfied at how the blonde had forgotten about his earlier resistance—at how he fell apart in his arms.

"I'm not—We can't do this." Kise managed as he pushed at the other's head, but Aomine didn't stop. Instead he traveled lower, stopping at the other's belt before unbuckling it. However, before he could, a hand stopped him.

"What are you doing?" The blonde asked, out of breath and blushing, but Aomine didn't miss the frown. "Aren't you with—"

"I want you." Aomine said as he pushed forward to grind down against Kise's member, to prove his point. The three words stopped the model from his earlier questioning as he felt the Aomine against him.

The tanned teen wasted no time to unbuckle the model's pant, letting his hand brush against his growing member as he continued to play with Kise's nipples. The smiled as he felt a hand in his hair, and a leg hook behind his leg, pulling him closer to continue. Aomine eventually kissed his way back up to Kise's mouth, pleased to see the other kiss back this time.

"You're hard." The power forward said as he finally pushed his hand underneath the other's boxers, satisfied with the way Kise clung to him for more as he began to pump his member. "You're dripping wet."

"Aomine-cchi." The model managed as he watched the other reach his free hand down to unbuckle his own pants, grinding against the other as he freed his semi-hard member. Aomine pulled away from his kisses, looking down at the blushing blonde as began to pump their members. And Kise froze as he watched the other run his eyes up and down the blonde's body, taking in every inch of him. Those eyes that Kise had wanted on him the moment he made that deal.

"D—don't stop." He said as he reached down to where Aomine was jerking himself off, taking the large member in his hand as he started to pump. He felt embarrassed as he let his hands move up and down, remembering what he had done before—trying his best to get a reaction out of the other.

He felt satisfied as he heard a groan from the other. And after a few minutes he could tell himself getting close, wanting nothing more than get Aomine off as well. He wanted to prove that he could still satisfy the other—that he was someone that was just as good as any of those other girls Aomine screwed around with.

"Let me suck you off." He said, as he tried to get up. But before he could, a hand pushed him back down onto the hard desktop, holding him down as the figure above him kneeled to the floor in front of Kise.

"Let me." Aomine said as he took the cock in his hand into his mouth, slowly sucking on the blonde as he watched the other's reaction. And it was everything—the way Kise's eyes widened in shock, the way he bit his bottom lip trying not to moan as he felt himself getting engulfed in the heat of Aomine's mouth, but most importantly the way Kise placed a hand on his head as he started to suck him. Because as much as Kise could tell him he wanted nothing to do with him—Ryouta was still his.

He would still fall apart in Aomine's hands.

The sound of Aomine sucking him off echoed through the room as the seconds past buy and Kise could feel himself getting closer.

"I—I'm close." He managed as he gripped onto the power forward's hair, pulling him off of himself, finding it incredibly sexy as he noted the string of saliva and pre-cum dripping from his lips.

"Cum then." Aomine said but Kise simply shook his head as his eyes travelled to the other's forgotten member.

"No—I want to get you off as well," He stated as he finally pushed himself off the desk pushing Aomine back until his back hit the podium at the front. The tanned teen watched as Kise repeated his earlier actions, dropping to his knees to grab a hold of his member, and Aomine had to admit the sight was hot.

The way Kise took him in his mouth without hesitation was a stark contrast from the first time, and Aomine wanted nothing more than to grip the other's hair and fuck his mouth. He wanted to see Kise deepthroat his cock—take it so deep that he couldn't breath. He wanted to see tears at the edge of the model's eyes as his cock hit the back of his throat, and when he was close enough—he wanted to pull out and cum all over the other's face—watching as Kise tried his best to swallow his cum.

And although he wanted to do all those things, he merely gripped the edge of the podium and watched Kise play with his member.

"Tell me, if I'm any better." Kise said and the power forward watched as the model slowly took him in, inch by inch until he had taken everything. And Aomine groaned as he saw the way Kise looked up through his long lashes—as if to ask him if he was doing good.

And he was. Fuck—he was.

The way the other pulled off of him before taking him in again, those plump lips taking in every inch of him, as if he enjoyed it—as if he was made for it. The scene was something that Aomine could only dream of.

"Fuck your so damn hot." He moaned, letting his earlier reservation go as he forgot about the deal with Misa, or the events on Friday. Now, all the wanted—all he needed was Kise. And as much as he felt good, he would make sure the blonde felt ten times better when he was done with him.

As Kise continued to suck he felt a gentle hand on his head, encouraging him to continue, and the only served to make him to try harder. He let his tongue run on the underside of Aomine's cock, pulling off the power forwards member before sticking out his stuck to run against the head. He lapped up the pre-cum that dripped out, remember the salty taste of it.

"You taste good." He whispered, barely audible, but Aomine still caught it and he gripped at the blonde's hair to pull him up harshly, kissing him deeply. He enjoyed the way Kise moaned into the mouth as he gripped onto the other's thighs, pulling him up to wrap the model's legs around his waist.

Kise instinctively wrapped his hands around the power forwards neck, happy with the way Aomine could lift him up so effortlessly. He felt as the other moved them back to the desk, letting Kise sit on it, cock still exposed as he finally broke the kiss.

"Don't cum until I tell you to." He whispered into Kise's ear, sending shivers through the model. Aomine's voice was still as sexy as ever. Unfortunately, before Kise could say anything he felt a hand wrap around him again, this time wrapping around both of them as he frantically started jerking them off.

"Ahh!" Kise moaned at the rough treatment.

"Shh, we wouldn't want anyone to hear you." Aomine said, a small, amused smile on his face as he pumped them. The blonde resisted the urge to frown, instead he leaned forward and sunk his teeth down into Aomine's collarbone, enjoying the way the other tensed at the action. But soon relaxing as he felt Kise sucking on the wound.

"You little brat." He hissed out, as they both got closer, picking up the pace once more as soft pants echoed through the room. And before they knew it Kise was on the edge of releasing, looking into Aomine's eyes expectantly—as if to ask for permission.

The expectant look Aomine gave him was more than enough as an answer and as he came he pulled the other close. Seconds later, Aomine released as well, spilling over both him and Kise, as they tried to catch their breath.

"That—that was good." Kise managed after a minute of coming down from his high.

"You liked that?" Aomine asked as he pulled away, looking the blonde up and down as he smirked at the sight. The disheveled close, blushing cheeks and cum smeared against his uniform said it all. Kise looked so damn good, and it took a little more than self control to stop himself from going further than just a handjob or blowjob.

"Yes." Kise nodded as he sat up looking down at his clothes before he watched Aomine buckling his pants back up, suddenly realizing what they had just done. "But that's not happening again."

The words didn't seem to please Aomine as he paused from buttoning up the top of his shirt, covering the hickey Kise had given him.

"What?"

"We—we're not going to do anything more than this." Kise said as he started to fix himself up the best he could. Unbuttoning the vest that had been ruined from their earlier activities he explained himself. "It was impulsive—in the heat of the moment—and we both know this isn't going to go anywhere."

"Is that what you're going to say after I got you off?" Aomine asked, as he furrowed his eyebrows, watching as Kise began to head to the exit, instinctively grabbing the other's wrist to stop him as they reached the door. "Screw around with me—act like a little slut until you're sated and then you act all self righteous."

"I'm not the one that kissed you, or asked you to come up here. It was you." He said, trying his best not to raise his voice as he turned to look into the other's eyes. "Why did you do that if you knew how I felt—I know you're an asshole, but that's low even for you. So why?"

"It was—"

The couple froze as they heard the sound of footsteps echo through the hallway, heading towards the empty classroom. And the words in Aomine's stopped as they hard a voice speak up.

"Aomine?" The girls asked from the hallway, heading closer to them. And Kise immediately wanted nothing more than be anywhere but there. As he turned to leave however, Aomine pulled him back to push him against the wall against the door, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet.

"Aomine? Are you in there?" The girl said as she stood outside the door after hearing the shuffling.

"What? What do you want?" Aomine asked as he held Kise in place, ignoring the dejected look on the other's face. Instead, he quickly began to unbutton his vest, that was stained, as they listened for to speak up.

"I was just coming to see if you're done for today?" She continued and Aomine finally pulled open the door, revealing himself, as calm and collected as ever. Kise steadied his breathing as he leaned against the wall, out of sight from the girl in the hall.

"You still want me to?" The bluenette asked, as he pushed the door open to leaning against the frame.

"That's what I wanted to tell you. My parents are probably going to be home, is your house free?" She asked, smiling as she played with his loose tie. And Kise felt his heart drop as he realized what she was implying. She wanted to sleep with him.

"No." Aomine answered. "They'll be home."

Kise didn't want to admit it, he was relieved at hearing the rejection. Even if he knew that if Aomine's parents weren't home the other would take the girl home, he still felt satisfied that Aomine chose him over her. That he wanted him, more than he wanted Misa. Even if the moment was fleeting, even if it had been impulsive, Kise felt happy.

"What about tomorrow?"

There was a pause before Aomine shook his head. "No."

"Great." She said as she leaned forward to kiss the other. "I'm heading home, see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Also, I didn't tell you this earlier, but you look good in this outfit." She said, eyeing up and down, appreciating every muscle that hugged the waiter uniform. "Maybe if I get my hands on a maid costume, we could have a little fun?"

"Sounds good." Aomine responded, and Kise noted the smirk on his face—the glint in his eyes that clearly showed he was interested. And all of a sudden Kise realized that as much as Aomine could look at him with interest, that didn't mean it was exclusive to him.

At any moment, when something else caught the power forwards eye, he would forget about Kise.

"I'll text you later." She said before giving Aomine another quick peck and leaving. Once the footsteps faded altogether, Kise pushed himself off the door, immediately heading to the exit the classroom.

"Where are you going?" Aomine asked as he stood in the doorway.

"I'm leaving." Kise said as he glared at the other, trying his best to not show how hurt he was, how stupid he felt to get caught up with someone that had clearly told him he didn't give a fuck. If anything, this incident just proved to him that he wasn't someone he wanted to date. No, he was just a good hook up anytime Aomine didn't have anyone else.

He was pretty enough to get into the other's bed, but enough to stand by his side.

"I think what just happened explains enough of why I don't want to screw around with you anymore." He spat out, feeling humiliated at having to listen to such a scene. But as he felt tears begin to well up in his eyes he felt his phone vibrate, cutting him off from what he was about to say.

Silently he pulled out the phone, answering it with relative calmness. "Shougo-kun? Why are you calling?"

"I thought I'd see if you wanted to grab dinner after you're done? The people I'm with left already but I decided to stay."

"Oh, dinner?" Kise echoed, missing the unamused look Aomine was giving him. "I think I should be free."

"Great, it's a date." The other teased, "I'll meet you at the front gates in five?"

"Okay, sounds good." Kise nodded, feeling a slight tug at his heart as he heard how excited the other sounded. It was refreshing. He let himself smile as he looked up at Aomine, making sure to look into the deep navy eyes.

"It's a date."