Send me "I want the K" and I'll generate a number 1-20
1 - Hot and steamy kiss (OR WHATEVER THIS IS) - z--enko
Kise Ryouta was hot. Aomine could easily tick off a decent-sized list of good traits the blond had, but that was undoubtedly at the top. Coincidentally though, if he were to count off his bad traits, it would be at the top of that list as well.
It did terrible things to him; it gave him urges he was long past the point of trying to control. The more he’d get from the resulted exchanges, the more he’d want the next round, and it was a never ending process. He knew there was an unhealthy addiction forming somewhere within all of this, but because it was Kise, it didn’t matter. He was allowed to be impatient, and he was allowed to skip right to the good parts— because it was him.
This was exactly what he was planning to do now, of course. Aomine had his romantic times, when he’d take everything slow and set a good mood for the two, but frankly— he couldn’t be fucked right now. Physical contact was just something he was craving at the moment, and there was only one way to satiate that.
With a tanned hand coming up to cup the other’s cheek, the smoothness of the skin a result of obvious long term care, Aomine dipped his head in and sealed their lips with no time to waste. The kiss was passionate, and drawn out, and as soon as he’d pulled back to catch his breath, he’d went right back to kissing him again.