shorter than usual BUT(T) finals are nearly here soo
disclaimer: this is just sex. seriously.
"Fuck," Kagami groans, as Aomine slams him against the wall, devouring his mouth hungrily and dotting harsh bites down the expanse of his neck. His strong fingers dig into the strands of Aomine's hair and pull, hard. Aomine growls, a low, feral growl of pain, and he tosses his head back, his eyes shining with suppressed anger - and is that excitement?
"Slow the fuck down, you bastard," Kagami snarls, pushing Aomine away and wiping away the trail of drool on his chin. "We're not even through the entranceway yet." He kicks off his shoes and swipes the hotel key across the sensor on the door, feeling the burn of Aomine's gaze run over his waist and his ass.
Then those large, calloused hands settle on his hipbones, and he can feel the heat emanating from Aomine's body. There's a light touch along his shoulder, a soft, moist contact, and then Kagami realises belatedly that Aomine's dotting quiet, tender kisses along his trapezius. The action is so incongruous, so different, that he turns around and directs a quick, confused glare in Aomine's direction.
Aomine's eyes peer out at him from under long, dark lashes, the burn of his eyes a molten blue, the irises so dark they are almost black. Then, as they stare into each other's eyes, Aomine slides his mouth deliberately over to the swell of Kagami's deltoid, and delivers a hard, hungry bite.
Kagami hisses in pain and shoves him off immediately, his hand going instantly to the open wound. It stings, and Aomine's bitten so deep that the cut has drawn blood. It oozes out in droplets, one by one down the pale skin of his shoulder, and Kagami can do nothing but stare dazedly for a few moments.
Then, there's a quiet electronic beep as the door unlocks, and he snaps out of it just enough to roughly shove the door open and stomp his way in. He throws his wallet on top of the TV cabinet and shucks off his jacket, shrugging out of it with quick, concise movements. When he's done with that, he turns around to hang his jacket in the cupboard, only to notice that Aomine hasn't moved an inch, except to step in after him and pull on the door handle.
The door closes with a quiet click, a sound of finality.
The light is dim, muted to create a sense of ambience, and he can only vaguely see the outline of Aomine's slender body in the dark. But his eyes glint, even in the blackness of the room, and there is an inherent, predatory light which sends an involuntary shiver down Kagami's back.
"What are you doing?" he growls, and he is surprised at the husky edge to his voice. "Take off your clothes, let's get on with it." He wants to turn around, to switch on the light, but then suddenly Aomine's in his face, his hands on Kagami's cheeks and those searing, scorching eyes painfully close. Kagami wants to say something, anything, but as he feels the warmth of Aomine's body sending trails of fire streaking across his skin, he can't think of anything to say at all.
He holds his breath; somehow, it's strangely appropriate, and it's strangely exhilarating to watch the way Aomine's eyes trail almost lovingly across his face, down the line of his neck, across his pectorals and down, down, down. Now Kagami feels embarrassed, of all things, and so he does the only thing he can to stop that searing gaze from burning through his flesh: he grabs Aomine's face and yanks it closer for a deep, lustful kiss.
At first, Aomine's mouth is hesitant, caressing, but quickly it becomes as hungry as a wildcat. His hands come up into Kagami's hair and grip tight, so tight that Kagami feels the pain, and he pushes forward with his body so that Kagami has to take a couple of involuntary steps back. The back of his knees hits the bed, and he almost loses his balance.
Aomine breaks away from the kiss, and his breaths and deep and ragged. His eyes are alight with the fire that was always present when they played basketball together, and somehow Kagami knows that his eyes are the same too - alight with excitement, an unbridled joy, and a wild, tightly-leashed animal instinct. He tugs at the buttons on his dress shirt, eager to get them off, and almost rips one out in the process. By the time he's done and chucked the shirt in a corner, Aomine's already shirtless with his jeans unbuckled, hanging loose on his slim hips and revealing the waistband of a shockingly-red pair of boxers.
(Who wears jeans to a reunion, Kagami wants to say, but then he feels himself involuntarily start to salivate, and immediately forgets what he wanted to say.)
Aomine's kept his body well over the years, and the lines of his muscles still stand out stark and proud against his dusky skin. Kagami wonders vaguely what he does for a living, then decides he doesn't care. His own body is just as toned, slightly broader, but he hasn't yet managed to gain the inch he's always lost to the other man. He resents that.
Aomine's eyes are blazing, wicked, gleeful. He runs his eyes over Kagami's body again, and his pupils dilate, then he hooks his fingers into Kagami's belt loops and tugs, hard. "These come off, now," he rumbles, and promptly begins to dot painful, biting kisses along the expanse of Kagami's neck. Kagami wants to make a vicious retort, that he can't exactly do that quickly with a man biting at his neck, but then he feels the insistent push of Aomine's bulge against his thigh and decides, yet again, that he'd best not say anything.
He slips the button of his pants out quickly and slides the zip down, and before he can do anything more Aomine's yanked them off and pushed him onto the bed. There's a hard, muted thunk as his back hits the bed and Kagami dimly hears alarm bells ringing in the back of his head - back where's he's sane, where he's awake and alarmed, where he's not befuddled by a lust-filled haze - but as he watches Aomine strip his own pants off with a smooth flourish, the last vestiges of his rationality shut down. He can smell the familiar scent of Aomine, stronger than ever, harsher than ever - a faint, spicy musk which had always tinged the air when they had played basketball, and Aomine had carelessly thrown his arm over his shoulder.
Kagami takes a deep breath, and forces himself to focus. The fabric of Aomine's boxers is tight, hugging the now-conspicuous bulge at the front, and Kagami's fingers itch to touch - so he does, not with his hands, but reaching out a foot and stroking along the entire length, from shaft to base.
He hears an audible intake of breath, and looks up into Aomine's eyes, which are burning with a new, renewed fire. They lock eyes for barely a second, then Aomine springs upon him and presses their lips together. They kiss, fervently, frantically, as if it were their last day on earth, and Aomine's hands go to Kagami's chest, his fingers searching, stroking, caressing. He finds Kagami's nipple, and pinches, hard.
Kagami sucks in his breath and almost chokes. Aomine still remembers the way he likes it, a little painful, a little hard, rolling his thumb over the little nub until it swells. Then Aomine's mouth is off his and latching on to his other nipple, where he licks and swirls his tongue around the small peak. Not to be outdone, Kagami lifts his legs and curves them around Aomine's back. He grips on tight, bringing their boxer-clad cocks close together, and Aomine lets out a soft hiss as Kagami deliberately rolls his hips.
"Hurry up," Kagami growls, his hand yanking none-too-gently on Aomine's dark hair and pulling his lips off his chest. He hasn't gotten laid for almost three months, now, not since his last lay was a horrific, lukewarm failure, and he's feeling fucking horny. His ass is aching, and already his cock is leaking painfully, crying for release, and oh God how can Aomine even think of doing foreplay when he's already ready to burst –
Aomine utters a low hum of assent, and Kagami lets loose a string of invectives as he dips his fingers down and grips the hard length of Kagami's cock. He shucks off his boxers and draws in his breath when he realises that, somehow, Aomine has also done the same, and now they're both fully unclothed with their naked cocks kissing. The sensation, the familiar heat, the familiar smell, is all almost too much to bear, and Kagami yanks Aomine closer for another deep, soul-searing kiss.
There's a thread of saliva connecting their lips when he finally pulls their heads away to breathe - what is he, an amateur, to forget to breathe through his fucking nose - and Aomine fists his hand through Kagami's hair. "You're as beautiful as ever, Kagami," he says, and although his voice is mocking as always, there's a softer edge to it which, somehow, makes Kagami feel uncomfortable.
"Shut up," he replies, averting his eyes, his voice hoarse. "You gonna fuck me, or what?"
There is a flash of brilliant white teeth as Aomine smiles, then suddenly Kagami finds his legs in the air and Aomine's fingers pressing his hole open. There's the sound of a cap falling to the ground, a crisp squelch of fluid, and then a finger is pushing - cautiously - at his entrance. Kagami sucks in air through his teeth, more from the coldness of the lube than anything else.
"You're tight," Aomine murmurs. "I was right when I said you hadn't fucked in a while, wasn't I?" His long finger slides in and out, in and out, and Kagami feels his toes curl at the foreign presence in his ass.
"You didn't... say anything... of the kind," he grits out, feeling another finger pushing its way in carefully. Aomine starts thrusting in more vigorously, his fingers scissoring and stroking. Then Kagami arches involuntarily off the bed, uttering a muffled curse, as Aomine crooks his fingers.
"Bingo," comes the smug whisper of triumph, and really, Kagami considers giving him a kick straight to the face. But he can no longer think straight, now; Aomine's pressing insistently on that one small bundle of nerves, pressing and sliding over it until Kagami wants to scream. Then he almost comes undone, as he feels something wet press against the base of his weeping cock.
He looks down, the motion jerky and forced, only to meet Aomine's wicked, dancing eyes. His lips are on the base of Kagami's cock, and as Kagami watches - entranced, and immeasurably furious at the same time - the fingers of his other hand come up and begin to stroke at the tip of his cock. "Wait - !" he cries, and he hates how needy he sounds. But he can already feel the tightening in his balls, the telltale spasms spiralling through his legs, and he knows he's going to come, but that's not the desired outcome here, is it, because he wants to come with Aomine's cock buried hilt-deep in him, with Aomine's voice whispering foul words into his ears, he wants to come with Aomine –
There's a firm grip at the base of his cock, and Kagami's eyes flutter open. He realises blearily that his ass feels strangely bereft, strangely empty of sensation, and then he belatedly notices that Aomine's already shucked a condom over his fully-erect cock. Kagami feels the tip of Aomine's cock pressing against his entrance, pushing hard, and he forces himself to relax.
"Ao - Aomine," he murmurs, instinctively, then flinches as he realises what he's done. But at the word, uttered in Kagami's rough, quavering voice, Aomine hisses a curse through his teeth and drives his cock home with one swift movement. Kagami yells in surprise and his hands fly to Aomine's back, his nails digging in sharply at the jolt of pain-pleasure that sparks through his body like a lightning strike. Aomine leans forward, pressing his body flush against Kagami's and gripping his hips with rough, calloused fingers. Kagami utters an involuntary broken whimper as he feels Aomine's skin brush against the sensitive peak of his nipples.
Aomine thrusts into him, hard and fast, and the movement is familiar; they've fucked like this before, sometimes, somewhere, when they had been dating. Finish a basketball match, rush to Kagami's place all pumped up and alive with adrenaline, and just fuck. Hard. Kagami remembers these sessions well, remembers the marks on his wall from where the bed had violently scraped against the plaster, remembers the time Aomine had swept off all the books from his table and just fucked him, hard and fast, against the wood. He had always had bruises afterwards, on his hips and his chest and his legs - not all from contact with hard surfaces - but he hadn't exactly regretted them. And the familiar swift movement of Aomine, thrusting inside him, is enough to make him curl his body close in intense pleasure.
Kagami's legs lock around Aomine's waist again, pulling him close and burying him all the way in, and Aomine bucks. He actually bucks his fucking hips, and Kagami bites down hard on his shoulder to conceal the cry that is wrung out of him. Aomine does it again, and this time he accompanies it with a frenzy of painful bites along Kagami's shoulder, where the marks from earlier are already beginning to show. Kagami feels his nails slide against the skin of Aomine's back, feels blood on his fingernails, and he doesn't regret that either.
Aomine pulls out almost all the way, and Kagami utters an infuriated growl at the sudden emptiness. Aomine lets out a low, rasping chuckle, his breath blowing hot against Kagami's neck, and rears up so he's no longer pressing against Kagami's body. Kagami stares at him in half-dazed, half-furious irritation for a moment and opens his mouth to say something, but then Aomine grabs his hips again, angles them upwards so his legs are dangling freely in the air, and impales him deep on his cock.
Kagami vaguely hears a quiet, keening wail, and then he realises it's coming out of his mouth. Aomine brutally fucks him into the mattress, his hips pistoning, and Kagami can tell he's coming close to completion - there's that telltale frown of concentration between his thin brows, the way his mouth pinches into a flat line, the way he tosses his head back at the ceiling as if he's crying out a silent prayer - and Kagami knows he's near his own orgasm too. He feels his balls tightening, his cock ready to explode, but he just needs a little more stimulation, a little push –
Aomine gives him that push. He lunges forward again with a snarl and their lips meet again, just as he lifts a hand and grabs hold of Kagami's cock. Their tongues tangle and battle as he pumps furiously, his hips never letting up, and all of a sudden Kagami's coming hard, coming like he's never come before, spurting come all over his chest and Aomine's as he bites down on Aomine's other shoulder and doesn't let go. He feels his ass clench, tighten several times, and then Aomine's coming too, muttering broken curses into Kagami's ear as he drives deep and holds it there, his cock spasming and pumping until completion.
He collapses wholly on Kagami's body when he's done, and Kagami's simply too winded to care, even though Aomine's fucking heavy and he's already feeling the sting of the bites on his shoulder now that his testosterone levels are somewhat normal again. They lie together for a while, breathing hard and fast as if they've both run a mile-long race. The familiar presence of Aomine next to him is strangely relaxing, a queer, comfortable presence, and it brings good memories back into Kagami's mind – unwanted, unsought-for, undesirable – and suddenly he realises that their breaths are synchronising, melding together almost naturally, and shoves Aomine off with a horrified curse.
He moves to climb off the bed, but then spikes of pain thrill through his body from his hips, his arms and several other parts of his body, and the movement ends up more like a flailing scramble. Somehow he makes it to the end of the bed, but just as he's going to get off, a leg hooks around his waist.
He turns around, his eyebrows scrunched downwards in a dark scowl, to see Aomine reclining luxuriously on his back, his dark eyes molten and sated and smug. It's a look that Kagami remembers, well, and he decides then and there that he's always hated it.
"Let me go," he growls, feeling the familiar resentment and hatred and anger burn in his chest again now that the adrenaline rush and his lust have faded. He grabs Aomine's leg and roughly pries it off, rolling quickly off the bed before he can try anything new.
"Come back," Aomine purrs, "and fuck me instead."
The words, so low, so deep, so sinful, send shivers down Kagami's spine. As tempting as the offer sounds - he's topped before, of course, with other partners it's the norm, but never with Aomine - Kagami doesn't yield, and goes to the closet to get a towel so he can bathe. The feeling of Aomine's sweat on his skin is already becoming a clammy, unpleasant sensation, and he wants to wash it all off, cleanse himself thoroughly, as soon as possible.
Completely and utterly ignored, Aomine stretches out on the bed, his arms extending over his head, and Kagami tries to ignore the little twist in his stomach that he gets when he sees the tan skin of Aomine's body stretch tight over his abdomen, his chest, his triceps. With his cock limp and still exposed, the entire scene is positively obscene, and yet he obviously feels no embarrassment, unabashedly displaying the naked length of his body for all the world to see.
Kagami sighs exasperatedly, and tosses a towel at him. "Do you have no shame?" he growls, fishing out another towel from the depths of the cupboard. This one is covered a little in spider-webs, and he looks at it in disgust before deciding, to hell with it. The only other available towel is plastered against Aomine's sticky, semen-covered legs, and, besides, he has no desire to use anything Aomine's touched.
He turns back to the bed, only to see that Aomine's hardly moved, except to prop his head up slightly on his arms and stare at Kagami. When their eyes meet, the corner of his mouth goes up in a self-satisfied smirk, and Kagami flushes. "Cover yourself up, it's indecent," he snarls. "And then take a shower."
Aomine sits up, displacing the towel from where it's been lying on his lap and effectively covering his limp cock. He rests his head on his arm and his eyes open wide, innocent, angelic - although Kagami knows he's neither of those things. "Is that an invitation to join you?" he asks cheekily, and dodges the notepad that Kagami chucks at him.
He watches Kagami for a while, but then when Kagami pointedly continues to ignore him, he heaves an exaggerated sigh, and leans back on his arms. Kagami doesn't give him the satisfaction of looking back again, and turns back to the drawers, rummaging for soap and shampoo.
When he next turns around, he almost has an aneurysm. Either that, or a heart attack.
Aomine's fingers are curved around his length, and he's stroking languidly, his fingers fisted firmly around the tip of his cock, tugging at the foreskin slowly and surely. Kagami flushes an even darker shade of red, feeling his eyebrows scrunch together in an automatic, dark scowl. The worst part is, he can't tear his eyes away - he watches a large, viscous drop of precome ooze out of the head of his thick cock and slide tantalisingly down, watches the slowly-hardening shaft stand to attention, watches the long, strong fingers press and tug carefully at the base. He blinks, and realises that his throat is dry.
"What… the… fuck. What the fuck are you doing?" Kagami asks, the words hard and biting, then he holds up a hand as Aomine opens his mouth to answer. "Shut up. It was a rhetorical question. Now either get off the bed or get on some pants."
Aomine's mouth twists, and a dark, wicked gleam comes into his eyes. "I'd rather get on you," he purrs, and Kagami isn't sure if he slams the bathroom door shut because that was a terrible comeback, or because he's so angry that he can't think of anything to say in return.
When he comes out, Aomine's half-dressed, his pants left unbuckled and his shirt still thrown over the chair. He's taken his phone out of his pocket and is checking his texts, and Kagami feels a faint pang of hurt in his chest when he sees that the one Aomine's texting is a girl.
He doesn't know why he's surprised, really; of course Aomine's still a heartbreaker, of course he's still a selfish bastard, what's new? And because he's bisexual, not simply and purely gay, he's always had more options open. Kagami knows that, had known that even in high school, that girls weren't yet off the menu, but he'd never expected Aomine to take it that far. Well, now he knows, he knows it all too well - but it still hurts like a bitch to see the display picture of a girl on Aomine's screen.
He locks the phone when he hears Kagami come out of the bathroom, however, and turns his head around. There's still the faint sheen of sweat covering his body, though at least he's bothered to wipe off the dried come from his chest. Kagami winces as he sees the long, ridged scores across Aomine's back, the marks he himself had carved in the midst of their pleasure, twisting and swirling as the heavy muscles of his back move.
Aomine still looks as dangerous as ever, the immense power visible in every line of his body, and Kagami can sense the leashed tension that pervades every fibre of his being, from the languid way he's standing, shoulders slouched forward and weight resting casually on his right leg, to the hooded lids of his eyes. He's a black panther in human skin, and Kagami realises belatedly that - too late - he's allowed himself to be bitten.
"Hey, Bakagami," he rumbles, his voice rough and hoarse from the exertions of sex - goddamnit, why does he still sound so sinful and wicked and dark - and the old nickname shoots a knife through Kagami's heart. "Give me your number."
"Fuck no." The answer is steely, and without a hint of hesitation. Kagami pulls on his jacket, grabbing his things and preparing to go. Aomine doesn't seem fazed by the rejection, uttering a soft little laugh that - as ever - has a mocking, sardonic edge to it. He stalks closer to Kagami, each step measured, each step silent, like a predator stalking its prey, and Kagami forces himself to stare back into his eyes. He sees something quiet, and of surprising strength; it is unexpected, and he flinches for a bare moment, before recovering himself.
Aomine's body heat is almost overwhelming, and the heady scent of his skin - magnified tenfold by the sweat dripping off his body, and the pheromones practically oozing out of his pores - makes Kagami dizzy. They're like wild animals, the two of them, biting and snarling and baring their teeth in a never-ending fight for dominance, and although sometimes Kagami hates the way their relationship has unfolded, sometimes, too, he enjoys the raw animalistic passion that he feels only - only - with Aomine Daiki.
Aomine drops his head to Kagami's ear, and his hot breath is like an aphrodisiac. Kagami feels like shivering, but somehow he curls his fingers into the leather of his wallet and manages to hold himself in. Aomine's hand comes to rest on Kagami's hip, moulding perfectly to the shape of his body, curving gently around the arch of the bone. At the quiet, sensual touch, Kagami feels his heart squeeze tightly, as if caught in a vise - and suddenly, he cannot breathe.
Before Aomine can say anything, he fishes a couple of thousand-yen bills out of his wallet, and slams them on the counter. Aomine arches one thin eyebrow in confusion, and Kagami glares defiantly back.
"For the room," he growls, already a hundred percent done with Aomine and his shit and his fucking infuriating sexiness, and prepares to leave. Aomine laughs, a low, amused laugh which sends a thrill spiralling through Kagami's body and down into his toes. He picks up the money and tucks it into Kagami's pocket, and Kagami has to resist the urge to touch the taut golden skin of his chest as it comes within arm's reach.
"Keep it," he purrs, and Kagami feels like his body is melting into the ground. Aomine's voice is too low, impossibly low, deliciously low, and every dip in the cadence of his voice sends shivers down his spine. But then he sees the corner of Aomine's mouth quirk up in a wicked, smug smile, and he remembers suddenly who he's dealing with.
Kagami yanks the money out and shoves it into Aomine's hand. "I said, keep it," he hisses, and stalks out without a second glance. He pretends he can't feel Aomine's gaze on his back as he leaves.
This is the end, he thinks, and there's a sudden little twist in his heart, because as unwanted as this re-encounter had been, it had been pleasurable, he has to admit. The spark is still there between them, that invisible line of tension or fate or whatever bullshit Kise likes to call it. He admits freely that the two of them have great chemistry, better than he's ever experienced before with other partners, but that doesn't change the fact that Aomine's a selfish jerk, and that that will never change.
It was good, though, wasn't it? the little imp in his chest murmurs, and he shifts uncomfortably as he walks - not least from the ache in his back and the constant pain in his hips. Yes, it had been good, and it had felt beyond amazing to relieve his urges after such a long period of celibacy. But this is Aomine they're talking about –
You don't actually have to fall in love with him again, the little imp persists. You just have to fuck. Seriously, you should have given him your number. Use him, the way he used you.
Suddenly he remembers Aomine's voice in his ear, the way Aomine's cock had fitted so snugly in him like a hand in a glove, remembers his characteristic scent which had been enough to drive all the rationality out of his mind - and he thinks, he knows, he's going plum crazy.
thoughts? i suck at writing smut but, hey, if it got you hot and bothered then great ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) find me on tumblr for teh gay at kitcatkandy