"Kise?"

His blood turned into ice. So many emotions invaded at the same time his mind that it was hard for Kise to decide which the dominating one was.

The former model wanted to curse. He wanted to laugh. Cry even. No, he wasn't sure what was going on in his head. He was torn between throwing himself straight into Aomine's arms which he had missed for so long and running away like the coward he was.

"Kise, is that really you?"

God, his voice did all kind of weird things to Kise's mind.

The blond felt sadness wash over him and his eyes darkened a little as he regained some of his composure. Of course Aomine would have trouble remembering him. Kise was sure that the tanned man hadn't gone through the same hell as he had after leaving him. The memory of the constant longing and desperate need to be touched, loved, held close… God, why was his heart beating so loud?

Kise cleared his throat and shoved his hands deep inside the pockets of his jacket. The years of doing modeling job made it almost possible for him to smile.

"Ah, Aominecchi," he greeted with fake cheerfulness. "It's nice seeing you here of all places."

The tanned man swallowed and he had to blink a few times just to make sure that he wasn't mistaken. The man in front of him was indeed Kise. His hands started itching. He wanted to reach out but he knew it would be the biggest mistake. Aomine was sure that Kise would shy away.

"Where have you been?" Aomine narrowed his eyes and followed Kise as the blond made his way to the bread stand. All of the time, he couldn't stop staring at his ex-boyfriend. Kise hadn't changed that much since a few years back, but the blond had certainly become more handsome. The change made Aomine's heart flutter.

Kise dug his nails into his palms. What was going on with those questions? Why wouldn't Aomine just leave? Like he had always done.

"At university," he mumbled and headed over to pick up some meat for dinner.

Aomine frowned and he had to actually jog in order to catch up to the blond. University? Really?

"Kagami didn't tell me that you were playing for an university team," Aomine muttered and Kise shrugged.

The blond felt uncomfortable. The conversation was suffocating him.

"I didn't say that I was playing," Kise said under his breath.

Aomine fell silent at that. He didn't want to hear it from Kise in order to understand why the blond hadn't joined any basketball club. It was clear as a day that Kise hadn't wanted to meet with him or someone else since Aomine was very well aware that the blond hadn't reached out to his friends.

"What are you doing here?"

The question caught Aomine off guard and he scratched the back of his head, trying to come up with a decent excuse. It wouldn't be very helpful if he admitted that he had spent the previous night at his sex buddy's place, right? Unless he wanted to make Kise disappear again.

"I visited a friend who lives near by," well, half of it was true. That Aoki girl wasn't his friend but she lived just a few blocks away.

Kise smiled sadly, perfectly reading between the lines. It surprised him that his heart clenched when he saw right through his former boyfriend's lie. Why would he be jealous anyway? It wasn't like they were together or something. The model grabbed the bottle of tomato souse and headed for the cash desk.

"Sorry, Aominecchi," he said, not looking back. "But I have to go. I have an exam the day after tomorrow and there is a lot of studying to be done."

It was a shameless lie since he had already memorized every bit of information he needed for the test, but it was okay to lie. Anything that would get him away from Aomine was fine.

The tanned man followed him with his hands inside his pockets. No, he was not backing down, not yet.

"Maybe we could meet and catch up?" he suggested, knowing it was useless, that he would be turned down.

Kise placed all of the food he had bought in front of the old lady and gave a quick look to tell her not to ask any questions. Then he turned back to Aomine.

It was the biggest mistake in his life.

The blond's heart clenched at the familiar yet so foreign sight in front of him. The man he saw was Aomine, alright. It was obvious. He had the same dark blue hair that Kise used to slide his curious fingers through. The same deep eyes that used to fill up with so much lust. But there was something troubling. The usual cockiness was wiped away, replaced by faint dark circles under his eyes. His lips that in the past would be curved into a smirk were now pressed together in a thin line. And was it his imagination or Aomine had lost some weight for sure?

His resolve shattered.

"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?" Kise heard himself asking.

Wait. What?

What am I doing?

Kise took the dirty dishes to the sink and turned on the water perfectly aware of that Aomine was staring at him, digging holes in his back with his eyes.

He wasn't sure what to do now. Sure, the meal with Aomine was enjoyable. They chatted about what had happened in the past few years. Apparently, Aomine had given up basketball in favor of becoming a police officer. It was funny, really. Ironically even for a person who just a few years ago had been so against the police. They even talked about what the others were doing and Kise found out that Kagami had gone a pro player. And now was dating Kuroko, which didn't surprise him a lot. For a moment there Kise felt bad for abandoning all of his friends and disappearing like that. But now, that the conversations were over and he was reflecting on his past as he washed the dishes, Kise remembered why he had left. The dull ache in his chest reminded him of that.

A pair of strong arms came around him and Kise froze, dropping the dish in his hands to the floor. It shattered in dozens of pieces, but he didn't make a move to gather them. Instead, he stood there, in Aomine's arms, trying to get his brain to work and his heart to stop hammering. The warm breath on his neck made Kise shiver a little as he squirmed.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly in a blank voice. Aomine only tightened the hold he had on the blond and pressed his face to his hair, inhaling Kise's scent.

"I've missed you." The dark haired boy muttered and kissed Kise's hair softly, letting his lips linger there for a moment longer than necessary.

The blond grabbed the hands around his torso and tried to force them away, but it was useless. Aomine was still a lot stronger than him. Kise closed his eyes and bit his lip.

This wasn't fair. Why was Aomine so warm, so close now? All Kise wanted was for the other to disappear and leave him alone.

"Let go of me," he asked lowly and dug his nails in Aomine's flesh. The latter flinched at the pain, he even felt Kise's fingers breaking the skin, but he didn't move at all. Instead, he pulled the other closer and kissed his temple now.

"Please, Kise, let's talk."

The blond tried to kick him, but Aomine pushed him forward, pressing him against the counter in order to block the movements of his lower body. Now Kise was trapped and that only made him fight back even more.

"I said let me go! I don't want you to touch me!" he wasn't shouting but his voice was louder than usual.

Aomine's eyes saddened at that but he quickly caught Kise's hands and pinned them.

"Then you did you invite me?"

Never in his life had Kise heard Aomine sound so desperate, so hopeful. It was almost like he was hoping that the blond would stop resisting and just fall back into his arms.

"Leave," ordered the former model and he closed his eyes. It was getting too much.

Aomine shook his head gently and gave Kise's head another kiss.

"No," he muttered. "I am not leaving you. I am not letting you go this time."

Kise felt rage explode in his mind. He tore his hands away from Aomine and somehow managed to find enough strength to spin around and deliver a punch right on Aomine's cheek, making him stumble back a little, but still not letting go of Kise.

"You left me before, so why bother caring now?!" the blond shouted and tried to punch him again only to have his hands held down. "Let go of me! I told you I don't want to be touched by you ever again!"

Aomine locked him in place again and grabbed his chin, forcing Kise to look up. Their eyes locked.

"I didn't leave you," he hissed and fisted Kise's hair, tipping his head back. The blond winced at the pain. "I never left you. You are the one who left me, not caring at all how I would feel! You didn't even bother to say it to my face! You just packed your damned things and left!"

Kise narrowed his eyes, his neck started to hurt from the uncomfortable position the two of them were.

"You are the one who kept leaving me behind because of Kurokocchi!"

Now the two of them were shouting at each other, blinded by the anger and the pain inside their hearts and neither of them actually saw just how much the other was suffering.

"I never left you for Tetsu, Kise," Aomine bit back and tightened the grip on the blond's hair. He tugged Kise's head closer and stared right into his honey eyes. "How could you ever think that I would leave you for him?"

Kise felt like he was slapped.

"Never?" he said while chuckling to himself. "Like that one time you forgot about my birthday because, I quote, "I have an arrangement with Tetsu to teach him how to shoot". Or that other time you stood me up and left me waiting for you under the pouring rain. That time you forgot about Valentine's Day because you were too busy practicing with Kurokocchi."

Aomine fell silent at that. He blinked a few times, recalling the events Kise was referring to. Had he really forgotten about Kise's birthday? And then about Valentine's day? God, now that Kise had mentioned it, he could actually remember a few other times he had left Kise behind because of Tetsu. Aomine felt his heart freeze.

His grip on Kise loosened.

"Was that the reason why you left?"

The question was asked quietly, he eyes had become darker than a few moments ago.

"Yes."

Aomine stepped back without muttering a word. He let go of Kise and lowered his head.

"I am sorry," the dark skinned man whispered. "God," he ran a hand through his hair. "How could I do such a thing?"

Kise blinked a few times when he noticed how Aomine's hands were shaking. The silence that settled between the two of them was suffocating. The dark skinned man was trying to regain the control over both his body and emotions while Kise was blinking in confusion.

He was supposed to feel angry with Aomine, he was supposed to feel satisfied as he watched the blue haired boy chewing on his lower lip to the point it started bleeding. Instead, the blond's heart clenched at the sight. His fingers trembled as they ached to feel Aomine's skin against them.

The dark haired boy stepped back and closed his eyes. He had lived with the idea that Kise had left him because of his stupid witty remarks... and now, knowing the real reason for losing his lover, Aomine felt worse than ever.

"I am sorry," he whispered again and took a deep breath. He was not going to cry. He turned his back on Kise and grabbed his jacket. "I will be going now. Sorry for intruding."

Kise watched in daze as Aomine made his way out of the kitchen. He felt panic take over his body. It was as if he was going through the same thing again. He was being left behind once more. His eyes watered and his resolve wavered. Why did he have to suffer so much? Why did Aomine have to look so miserable?

A few salty drops slid down his face and in a beat Kise was running to the door of his apartment. He was only barely aware of what he was doing. In fact, the former model felt like he was observing the scene from afar as he threw himself at Aomine and wrapped his hands around the dark haired male just as he was reaching for the door knob. For a moment the blond pressed his face to the back of the other and squeezed hard.

"I hate you so much," the blond whispered and sobbed softly. "Why did you have to appear now? I just have started to get over you!"

Aomine's eyes widened when he felt the dampness on his back. He looked down to the pale hands clutching the front of his shirt. They were trembling. Kise's entire body was trembling. Something inside Aomine broke at that.

"Kise…" he mumbled softly and grabbed the blond's hands. Somehow their fingers entwined. Aomine squeezed his eyes shut and spun around so that he could hug Kise. He buried his face in the blond mane and inhaled sharply, his breath hitching. No, he was not going to cry. He was not going to cry. He was so not going to…

Fuck that, he decided as the tears started to fall.

For the first time in four years the two of them actually felt some sort of relieve. Kise sobbed miserably and buried his face into the dark haired's neck.

"Don't cry," Aomine whispered and stroked the golden locks. A small smile formed on his lips and the dark haired boy pressed his lips to the other's temple. "I am so sorry, Kise."

Aomine knew that they looked pathetic. Two grown ups, clinging to one another as they cried like kids. Yet, he couldn't exactly find the strength to care.

"I hate you…."

Kise's voice was weak. The blond was so tired after years, fucking years of being away from Aomine. Somehow the anger had subsided and the pain was now dull rather than sharp. Now all that was left was the desire to be held and kissed.

It took them a while but eventually the two of them calmed down enough so that Aomine would drag Kise to the sofa. He sat down and pulled the former model on his lap before he pressed him close in a warm embrace.

Kise let his head rest against the broad shoulder as he closed his eyes. His whole body was aching, his head hurt like hell from the crying.

"Do you feel better?" Aomine whispered and ran his hand up Kise's back in a comforting manner.

The blond mumbled a low "yeah" and closed his eyes. God, the tiredness was overwhelming.

"Don't go," he asked quietly and took Aomine's hand in his own, locking their fingers together.

Aomine smiled and nodded before resting his cheek against the blond's head.

Just a few moments later the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.

The first thing Kise realized when he stirred up was that he was warm. He kept his eyes closed, though, too afraid to open them. He could recall the nice dream he had while asleep. It was about Aomine, just like most of his dreams, but this time in it Aomine was back, holding him close and caressing his hair until Kise was completely asleep. And even after that the blond could feel the amazing feeling of being held close.

His pillow shifted and Kise's thoughts froze. Wait. There was something wrong. Pillows didn't move on heir own. Or snore. Or pull you close. Or smell like your ex-lover.

Afraid that he was still dreaming Kise opened only on of his eyes and focused his gaze on the dark skin right in front of him.

Aominecchi's neck.

A wave of warmth went through his entire body as Kise snuggled closer. He wasn't sure how they had ended up in their current position, but the two of them were lying on the sofa now with a warm blanked covering their bodies. It was so nice to move closer to the sleeping boy and close his eyes again, hoping that he wasn't dreaming.

The soft hum of satisfaction coming from Aomine and the following arm, wrapping tighter around his body convinced Kise that this was indeed a reality.

"Sleep, it's too early," said Aomine in a sleepy voice and threw his leg over Kise to immobilize him.

The blond chuckled and slid his hands under Aomine's shirt, relishing in the warm feeling. In the past he would often use Aomine's excessive body heat in order to warm up his ever cold limbs.

"I am awake," Kise muttered and nuzzled Aomine's neck. "And I don't want to fall asleep again."

The tanned boy snorted and moved a little so that Kise was entirely beneath him and there was no way that the blond could move his body.

"Give me another ten minutes and I will be awake," whispered the dark haired and placed a loving kiss on Kise's temple.

The blond fell silent at that. He had nothing against just lying there with Aomine, but there was something he wanted more. Something that he actually needed.

His long pale fingers were trembling with excitement, the tips caressing gently Aomine's skin on his abdomen and strangely enough, the dark haired boy didn't complain about being ticklish or something. Instead his slow breath hitched and his whole body tensed at the feeling. The fingers of his right hand, which was tangled in Kise's hair, tightened their hold and the blond found himself being pressed closer just the way he had wanted to be.

"Kise..." Aomine whispered and moved one of his legs between the blond's knowing fully well that Kise needed some sort of friction.

Just as expected the former model moved his hips a little so that he could rub himself against Aomine. A small moan, a breathy one that was almost inaudible made its way out of Kise's mouth and Aomine felt his blood boil. His self control started to matter less and less with each passing second.

The blond smiled and let his hands slide up, lift the annoying shirt. He wanted to feel, wanted to touch... Licking his lips, Kise used all of his strength so that he could arch up and take Aomine's ear between his teeth.

Shit.

Aomine snapped. He gripped Kise's hair tighter and pulled his head back. His other hand immediately slipped under the blond's shirt. His fingers were moving like the past four years were nonexistent. His lips were moving on an instinct along Kise's neck, knowing fully well where to stop, where to press and when to lick. Kise groaned and arched again.

God, the rough feeling of being touched so desperately made him desire more and more.

Somehow the former model managed to pull Aomine's shirt over his head and then he threw it on the floor. The dark haired boy quickly followed the example, enjoying every inch of pale skin being exposed.

For a moment the two of them stopped. Their eyes locked and all of the feelings that had been suppressed for so long broke free.

"I am an idiot," Aomine whispered and took Kise's face between his palms. "Such an idiot for letting you go."

The blond blinked a few times trying to get rid of the tears. Needless to say it was useless. The only thing he could do properly was to bite his lower lip in order to hide the sobs.

"I missed you so much," Kise muttered shakily and gripped Aomine's shoulders.

Tanned fingers brushed the blond locks of hair away from his face.

"I promise to never make you cry again," said Aomine with a gently smile and lowered his head to give Kise a loving kiss on the lips. It was a promise they sealed the moment Kise opened his mouth a little and tilted his head to the side in order to deepen the kiss. It was sweet, loving, and painful even.

Then the two of them lost track of what was happening. Kise's hands roamed all over Aomine's toned body and the dark haired boy followed the example, quickly getting his lover rid of his clothes. First were the jeans. God, Aomine had always despised them. When they landed on the floor he grinned and slid his hands lower until they reached the hem of Kise's boxers. They were blue much to Aomine's satisfaction. The same color as his hair.

Kise held his breath as the dark haired slid the blond's under down the long legs. Damn it, Aomine felt his body heating up. He wanted to wrap those legs around his hips.

The dark haired pulled back and eyed the now naked Kise. The blond wasn't as muscular as he had been four years ago but Aomine had to admit that the current shape of his lover's body was better. It made his mouth water as he explored all of the nice placed he could leave hickeys on later. The tips of his fingers traced the lines of Kise's abs then down until they reached the blond's pubic hair. The former model flinched and his arousal grew before Aomine's eyes.

"You are still so sensitive and responsive, Kise..." he muttered with a smile and let his fingers caress the other's shaft. "So warm..."

Kise bit his lover lip and arched his back, silently begging Aomine to stop teasing him. It had been too long since the last time he had been touched like this.

"Get naked, Aominecchi," it was more of an order than a request so Aomine couldn't help but submit. Not that he was going to complain about being ordered around in this case.

The speed of the clothes going off was close to the one of the light. Their fingers were clumsily pulling and pushing, trying to get rid of every barrier between their naked bodies. It was surprising, really, Aomine realized as he pulled back and shoved his shirt off. He was a man with a lot of experience when it came to sex, but he felt like a newbie as he pressed his lips to Kise's shoulder. The dark haired's body was shaking with excitement. In less than a minute he was just as naked as Kise was and the two of them pressed against one another.

Pale arms immediately wrapped themselves around his neck and the tanned boy was brought down for a mind numbing kiss that left him breathless. He shoved his tongue inside the blond's mouth and slid one of his arms under Kise's body to hug him closer. The other hand grabbed the pale erection that had been poking Aomine's stomach for a while now and gave it a nice stroke.

Kise nearly jumped out of his skin and the only thing that stopped him from crying out lout was the mouth on his. The blond's body tensed and his fingers dug into Aomine's shoulders hard enough to draw blood and leave red marks. His eyes closed halfway and he whimpered. His hips arched up and wiggled around in search of more friction.

"You seem quite enthusiastic," teased Aomine and licked Kise's neck from his collar bone to the ear. "Shall we skip this part?"

Kise tried really hard to gather enough of his coherence in order to answer.

"More," he whimpered lowly and bit Aomine's shoulder. It was all the blond could say. The only word in his mind that was slowly but surely getting reallyhazy.

The bite didn't hurt but it fanned up the other's desire instantly.

Aomine grabbed Kise's pale hips (oh god, the skin there was so smooth...) and pushed them up so that he could slide a finger to the blond's entrance.

The pressure felt strange to Kise. He hadn't had any sexual activity with other people ever since he had left Aomine but still, it didn't hurt at all. Instead, his body seemed to be desperately burning for the moving finger. His back arched and the blond let his eyelids slide down. His lips parted because of a breathy moan.

A second finger was added soon after that and this time Kise did tense a little. Just when he was about to gasp again, Aomine lowered his head and pressed their foreheads together.

"Relax," the dark haired whispered and kissed Kise's nose. " I will take it slow, just relax and enjoy it."

For the first time in his life, Kise fully understood the meaning of the word magic. The way Aomine was caressing him, carefully preparing the blond's body for what was about to come... it was amazing. The dark haired's lips were moving slowly against the other's temple only occasionally moving to Kise's lips. But it was sweet. Aomine was there, holding him, warming him up and Kise felt like he was in heaven.

Aomine curled his fingers up and the blond's eyes widened as he groaned lowly. Kise bit his lip and dug his nails into his lover's shoulders once again. God, that was it. This was the reason why he loved sex so much.

His eyes narrowed when Aomine smiled and slid his fingers over Kise's prostate again. A low whimper, mixed with something like a pure made its way out of the blond's mouth.

"Stop teasing," Kise mumbled against Aomine's cheek and let his tongue slide to the darker's ear. A nice shiver went down Aomine's spine. "I need you, Aominecchi."

That was all it took to convince Aomine to stop playing around and get on with the real thing.

He took his fingers out of Kise's body and lowered the other's legs to the sofa.

"Do you have any lube?"

Kise blinked in confusion, barely managing to understand the question. And it took almost everything he had in order to answer.

"N-no…" The blond whispered in embarrassment. He was not going to admit that he was too depressed about leaving Aomine that to go around searching for someone to comfort him. Not that it would had worked out. No one could ever replace the dark haired boy.

Aomine nodded and slid his hands all the way to Kise's thighs. A small smirk was playing on his lips as he reached out for the dark red scarf Kise had left last night on the back of the armchair next to the sofa.

"Wha…" Kise was interrupted as Aomine kissed him gently. The blond slowly let his eyes close. Without breaking the kiss, the dark haired man slipped his fingers under the blond's head and lifted it carefully.

It wasn't until Kise felt the soft fabric of the scarf on his face that he understood what Aomine was planning. That idiot.

The blond tried to put up a fight. He tried to push Aomine away and get the improvised blindfold off his eyes, but it was useless. A soft whimper escaped the blond's lips as he relaxed. He felt self conscious as he realized that Aomine had complete control over his body.

His vision was taken away, his hands were pinned down, his mind was filled with Aomine's smell and all Kise could hear was the dark skinned man's ragged breathing.

"I want you to stay calm," Aomine mumbled and kissed his lover again. "Don't freak out."

It was hard not to. Especially when he felt his hands being tied as well with the ends of the scarf.

"Aominecchi?" Kise whispered and wiggled a little.

He felt so uncomfortable, being left in the dark.

A gentle hand touched Kise's cheek.

"I am here," he assured the blond. "Just relax and enjoy it."

Kise was a little puzzled. He wasn't sure what his lover was planning and that heightened his arousal and scared him at the same time.

Aomine smiled when he felt all of Kise's resistance fade away. Then he slid down slowly, trailing a path of gentle kisses along the way. He stopped at Kise's navel, licked it teasingly and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.

But he was not done. God, he was so far away from being done with Kise. No, Aomine had no plans on stopping until his lover was spent, on the edge of collapsing with pleasure and tiredness.

Finally, Aomine reached Kise's cock but instead of giving the blond a blowjob, something that Kise really wanted, Aomine grabbed his thighs and pulled them up.

Kise froze.

Aominecchi… don't tell m…

His brain shut down a second later.

Aomine licked Kise again. It was surprising that he didn't feel any disgust at all. No, he was enjoying himself as he ran his tongue over Kise's anus once again, making sure that it was properly lubricated.

"…Ah!...-mine…cchi… mor…no..stop! Don't!" Kise was torn between moaning for more and begging his lover to stop. He tried to move his hands, but it was futile, he realized. He tried to use his legs to push Aomine away but that too proved to be useless. He was trapped with no possibility to escape.

"Stay still," Aomine muttered as he pulled away a little. "We don't have lube, I don't want to hurt you. "

Kise tried to say something, but he was cut again as his lover pressed his tongue against his entrance once again. This time Aomine pushed past the tight ring of muscles and licked greedily.

It took him a while, but at the end it was worth it, Aomine realized as he slid up Kise's trembling body. He lowered his head and placed a soft kiss to the blond's shoulder before wrapping the pale thighs around his darker waist.

His large but gentle hands traced all the way from Kise's abdomen to his pale shoulders and Aomine untied the scarf ends to let Kise's hands free. Then he took one of them in his own, entwining their fingers together all the while aligning to the blond's entrance. Then he closed his eyes and pushed forward.

God…

Aomine moaned. Kise screamed and arched up. He was far from being able to produce any coherent words, his sanity was long gone by now. All the blond could do was moan and arch and wiggle. His body was on fire, his muscles were tense with desperate need to release, but Aomine, that damn bastard was taking his time, going slowly, enjoying every second of being inside the blond.

Aomine pulled back once again until only the tip of his cock reminded inside Kise and then he slammed in. It took all of his breath away.

So tight. So fucking good.

Kise screamed again as his prostate was hit dead on. The blond bit down on his lower lip, head thrown back, his cheeks were flushed and oh so beautiful.

Aomine pressed his lips against Kise's neck, whispering softly words of love as he drove in harder and faster than he would usually do. But now he needed to take Kise as hard as possible, he needed to make the blond his with everything he had.

The dark haired man gripped Kise's thighs and lifted them so that now Kise was bent at obviously uncomfortable angle, nearly snapped in two, but this position allowed Aomine to go deeper and harder. The blond gripped the other's hand tightly and his lips parted in a soundless scream. His eyes opened wide behind the blindfold and Kise couldn't stop the violent shaking of his body from that moment on.

He felt like he was set on fire, his mind and body were a mess that he could barely control. Scratch that. The moment Aomine leaned down, using his elbows as support and thrust hard Kise lost any ability to think.

The blond arched his back even more. He wanted to get closer.

"…off…" Kise breathed out quietly in between thrusts. He turned his head to the side, searching blindly for Aomine's lips. And the dark haired boy understood. It was just a breathy sight, a word that was barely understandable and yet he managed to realize what his lover wanted. What he needed.

It was nice to have Kise under his complete control, but Aomine knew that the blond needed some sort of an eye contact. And frankly, the dark haired boy felt the same way.

He kissed Kise hard on the mouth as he untied the scarf and pushed it to the side with shaky fingers. The blond blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. Slowly but surly his honey eyes focused on Aomine and Kise felt as if the air was being sucked out of his lungs over and over and over again. The sight was too much for him to handle.

Aomine's face was flushed, his eyes unfocused, giving away just how much he was enjoying being inside of Kise. The blond bit his lower lip and slid his pale palm up that nicely toned back before digging his short nails in the skin. The slight pain made Aomine close his eyes and groan lowly.

"Yes…" he mumbled quietly and pressed his lips to Kise's shoulder. "Do that again and arch your back a little, Ryouta."

The blond couldn't deny him. Not right now, so Kise did exactly as he was told. His lips pressed against the damp skin on Aomine's shoulder and a moment later the tanned man felt Kise's lips sink into his flesh. The blond was sure that he was leaving angry red scratches all over Aomine's back but neither cared much as they felt their pleasure building up fast and then faster as Aomine sunk his teeth in the blond's shoulder in the exact same way Kise had done earlier.

Aomine let his fingers grip Kise's hips harder when he felt that his orgasm was close. It was getting hotter and closer faster than the dark haired could imagine. And it was completely out of control.

The wave of pleasure crushed upon him like a tsunami. It started from the bottom of his stomach and soon it was all over his body. The incredible warmth, the slight shivers that shot to every part of his sweaty body… Aomine couldn't believe he hadn't had sex with Kise for so long. God, how he had managed to live without it, he wondered as he dropped down on the blond's body. Maybe if he wasn't trying so hard to stay alive, Aomine would have noticed how tightly Kise was clinging to him as the former model was calming down after the best orgasm in his entire life.

"You okay?" Aomine mumbled quietly once he had gained enough of his brain back. The blond was still panting, holding on tightly to Aomine. The tanned man could feel clearly just how fast his lover's heart was beating; the sound of it seemed to resonate everywhere.

"U-ugh…" the blond grunted and buried his blushing face in the crook of Aomine's neck. He breathed once, then twice and then placed a gentle kiss on the sweaty skin. "G-give me a moment…"

Aomine chuckled and fell on his side with Kise wrapped into his arms. He couldn't bring himself to care about the way the blond's chest and abdomen was covered in seed that was currently tainting his own stomach.

"Just keep breathing…" teased the tanned man and let his fingers bury themselves into the golden locks. His finger pads rubbed gently the scalp, helping Kise to relax faster.

For a long while the two of them just held each other on the narrow sofa, not really into the idea of moving. It was the first time in a long while Kise actually felt at ease.

"You know… I would lie in bed some nights thinking of you… of how much I missed you…" Kise whispered and ran his fingers up to his lover's shoulder.

Aomine smiled gently and pulled the blond closer.

"Then it's a good thing that you wouldn't get to sleep alone ever again, isn't it?"

The blond laughed a little and breathed deeply in the scent of sweat and sex.

"Just so you know…" his lips pressed against the curve of Aomine's neck. The kiss immediately made his heart beat faster and Kise felt it with pure satisfaction. "The next time you screw up I won't take you in again."

His tone was dead serious but Aomine smiled brightly at his words and gripped his body tightly as he pushed Kise back until the blond man was under him again. His legs nudged Kise's apart and the former model automatically knew that he had to wrap those long pale limbs that drove Aomine crazy around the tanned's waist. Both of them were smiling widely as Aomine leaned down and kissed Kise gently on the lips.

It wasn't the fierce kind of kiss Aomine would usually give just before he was about to fuck Kise into oblivion again but a slow one, full of silent promises that the tanned man could never muster the courage to say out loud. Aomine took his time sliding his tongue inside Kise's mouth then engaged him in a slow sensual dance that left that left the blond breathless.

They weren't sure how long the kiss lasted but when they pulled away from each other they were both painfully aroused again and breathing hard.

Aomine carefully brushed away a few strands of blond hair away from Kise's face. The oath he swore a moment later was the only one in his entire life that Aomine was going to do anything in order to keep.

"I will never hurt you again."

God, that took longer than I expected. Well... anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and I am truly sorry for updating so late, but right now there are so many things keeping me occupied at school... ."