love at first sight
love at first sight (or in which kise is a photographer and aomine owns an ocean of self-control. not)
nc-17/nsfw
aomine/kise, aokise
And Kise, just a second ago while walking around Shinjuku Gyoen, saw someone worth capturing his whole life.
an: well, this shit is too long. i don't know what happened half-way so sorry for that. i think i wrote the smut too vaguely but it's also still so... graphic? orz fuck knows really. i just hope you like it and wow, i hope you don't get bored reading this peace of shittay. ciao ciao~ :3
warning: au!setting, smut, rimming, fingering etc etc.
Kise Ryouta was one of those people who acted without thinking. He was eccentric and oddly enough, that was one of his many (hidden) charms.
Kise, blonde and bright and loud and pretty and childish, liked to capture anything that catches his eyes. He liked to capture the good and the bad, from the sky down to the land he's standing on. He liked to capture the ugly and the beautiful. He liked the natural response rather than the practiced one. He liked everything and disliked nothing.
And Kise was an outstanding photographer of everything.
And Kise, just a second ago while walking around Shinjuku Gyoen, saw someone worth capturing his whole life.
Following a tall, dark and handsome man (Kise's eyes for good fellas are real good, just so everyone knows), were bright hazel eyes that burned with the urge to capture everything. His fingers itch to click over and over and over again until his precious camera breaks or better (worse!), until his fingers go numb and he wouldn't be able to press the buttons on his camera anymore.
Kise hated clichés and romance and permanent but looking at the man with sweat running down the side of his face while laughing merrily, Kise suddenly wanted to live inside those cliché romance novels. It was that bad.
Gulping audibly, Kise took a hold of his camera and turned it on, holding it against his face and quickly (and professionaly and gracefully and beautifully) captured a smiling dark haired man about his age, having fun with a few of his friends and some little kids.
Slowly, very slowly, movie worthy slow motion slowly, the photographer lowered his camera, breath hitching when he met the other man's eyes briefly. It was so fast Kise cursed his slow reflexes at that moment. He could've captured that precious sight! Damn, damn, damn.
Noticing that he was still staring and feeling a little faint (eh?), the blonde looked away as he gasped for the much needed air that his lungs didn't get for a minute or so (eeeehhh?). As he inhaled and exhaled the (slightly) fresh air the park offers, he wondered in his mind if he also captured the other man's eyes. It would've been nice and yeah, very romance movie-ish but wasn't that what he wanted? Yes, yes, of course. Nodding in agreement to his inner self, he let his eyes drift to where the other man was suppose to be but found no one there. Empty, zilch, nada, nil.
No one's there anymore.
Ah, the disappointment flooded through Kise's being but he didn't let it spread more. He had a picture to develop and pin in front of his fridge.
With that in mind, he let a smile light up his face thinking that this was what love at first sight feels.
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The cherry blossoms fell freely as the breeze of the wind touched the cheeks of one blonde photographer who was sitting under a tree. Two weeks has passed when he found the love of his life (his friends hit him in the head for saying this) and he hadn't seen him since then. Kise was busy and it wasn't like he knew the other's schedule, so when he came to the park after his job or when he sat under the same tree he's sitting now when he didn't have a job, he never had the chance to see the dark haired man. (He'd love to though!)
Right now, he's just sitting there, taking pictures of other people - a couple cuddling, a child crying, a dog barking, a family having a picnic. Kise stole a little of their memories, taking it as his, printing it and sticking it to an album full of strangers and beautiful sceneries. One can say that Kise lives off of other people's joy. He finds it nice since he doesn't have enough of those.
Sighing, the blonde leaned his back against the tree, looking around. Really, why's he even here? Ah, that's right. He was waiting for a certain tall and handsome man that oddly looked like that man who's reading a book in concentration, glasses that makes him more attractive perched above his nose and...
Wait a minute.
Kise can hear his heart beat against his ear and his hands begin to shake. The urge to take the man's picture again (again!) was so big that he could barely contain it. But this time, this time he'll approach him and ask and talk and babble and take a picture of the man that captured his heart without even pressing anything (only maybe the heartstrings of Kise's heart).
Taking a deep breath, Kise stood from his spot, walking in a slow pace towards the man and cleared his throat when his feet landed a few inches away from the man's spot.
"Hello?" He voiced out, happy that his voice didn't waver.
The man reading peacefully looked up at him, adjusting his glasses and cocking his brow in question without saying a word.
Kise actually wanted to sprint away but couldn't because his feet didn't want to. Stupid feet. "Uh..uhm, hi! I'm Kise. Kise Ryouta. A photographer." His hasty introduction earned him an amused expression from the other. "A-Anyways, can I ask a favor?" The blonde stuttered, blushing slightly.
The dark-haired man closed his book before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "Depends. What kind of favor?" He retorted back, voice deep and husky and ahhh, Kise has already built a shrine for the other man's seductive voice inside his head.
"Oh. Ehh, taking a picture?" The photographer smiled shyly before realizing his answer was too vague. "I mean! Take a picture of you!" He exclaimed rather loudly, earning him a few curious looks from the other people on the park.
The other man stared at Kise for a long time, eyes never wavering. He let a smirk grace his face then, making Kise furrow his brows in confusion. "You want to take a picture of me? Why? You like me?"
Hearing that, Kise's face turned fifty shades of red, his grip on his camera tight. "W-what? What makes you think so?!" He exclaimed in a hurry, foot stomping childishly on the ground. "It's... it's for an exhibit! Hmpf." He huffed, willing his face to freaking calm the eff down.
"Okay, okay. Relax. Don't throw a tantrum now." The other man stated, voice amused at how the blonde acts so childishly in front of a stranger. "Exhibit, aye? Hmm, I'll think about it." He replied, standing up from his spot, his height - taller than Kise - letting him hover a little in front of Kise.
"Really?" Kise stared at the other with bright hopeful eyes.
"Really." The dark-haired man smiled. "But only if you come back here tomorrow with a box of donuts and a cup of black coffee, no sugar whatsoever." He smirked, hand reaching out, touching the ends of Kise's soft blonde hair. "Only then will I give you the answer," He stated firmly, not letting Kise argue.
"Fine. I'll be here so you better be here too!" He pointed a finger at the man.
"It's rude to point, Kise," And at this time, Kise's oddly aware (very aware his inner little demons were dancing with joy) that the other man's body was very close to his own and how the other uttered his name made a shiver rund down his spine and really, he hoped the other didn't notice but that'll make the other man dumb which Kise doubted he was, so the blonde opted on standing there, muscles stiff and unable to move or say anything.
"Oh, and you can call me Aomine Daiki. Nice to meet you, Kise Ryouta." Aomine (Aomine Daiki!) tucked a hair behind Kise's ear before stepping aside, his book in hand and walked away, leaving an unmoving Kise, cheeks possibly blushing to the next century that will come due to one Aomine Daiki (!!!!) acting so charmingly.
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The next day, Kise arrived at the park the same time as yesterday, a box of donuts on his right hand and two cups of warm coffee on his left one, his camera dangling around his neck. His eyes looked around immediately, wanting to see if the man of his dreams (no, seriously. the man, Aomine, did appear in his dreams last night) has already arrived. After checking the second time and not finding Aomine, Kise sighed and shrugged, a little disappointed. He really still didn't know why he's here. What if Aomine said that out of politeness or was just joking? Ah, Kise will probably throw a big tantrum around his apartment (also his studio and his best friend's apartment and their studio).
Spotting a good place to sit as he waited for Aomine, Kise took a step forward but before he can take the second step, he felt a hand on his waist and a hot breath on his ear, making him squeak in surprise, almost dropping the things on his hands. "W-w-what?" He turned his head back, heart banging loudly inside his chest due to the sudden attack (it's an attack alright).
The chuckle that graced his ear and the sight of the dark-haired man, Aomine, made him sigh in relief.
"Oh, so you did buy coffee and donuts," Aomine stated, voice a little surprised.
"What? You told me to do so!" Kise retorted, turning around, ignoring the fact that the two of them were standing very close - closer than before. He blinked his eyes and thrusted the box of donuts and the coffees on his hands towards Aomine, looking down. "You said you'll give me your answer, so..." He muttered, biting his lower lip after.
Aomine snorts, taking the things that Kise offered and leads the blonde towards a tree, sitting under it and sips his coffee, nodding in approval. Kise followed him, settling in front of the taller man, legs crossed as he fiddled with his camera.
"Isn't me being here a clear answer already?" Aomine inquired, raising a brow at Kise.
Kise's hands stopped fiddling with his camera, eyes widening before a smile graced his face, bright and thankful. "Yeah? Really, really? Thank you!" He bit his lower lip again, not wanting to smile happily too much or show Aomine how much of a dork he truly was (he's unknowingly shown this side already so what's the point. tsktsk).
"But, but..." Aomine trailed off, making Kise stare at him with wide anticipating eyes. His lips formed into a devilish smirk again, same as yesterday. He kept his silence for a long time, eating a donut and sipping his coffee calmly while Kise's mind race and run and had a freaking competition in what could come after a but.
But... you have to pay me? Looking at Aomine, he doubts that.
But... you can't post the picture anywhere? That'd be stupid because he clearly told him it's for an exhibit.
But... you can't hit on me? That... well, Kise pouted at that.
But...but... but...
Aish, what's but? Looking at Aomine eating and drinking his damn coffee, Kise couldn't come into a conclusion or anything near it. The man's too relax and amused and what's with that smirk?
"What's with that smirk? Stop smirking!" Kise bellowed, his uncomfortable level beginning to reach its highest.
Aomine, on the other hand, took his time. Shifted his body here, sipped a little of his coffee there, closed the box of donuts here, stared at Kise's body up and down there... you know, normal things.
The taller gestured for Kise to scoot closer before he opened his mouth, that damn annoying and sexy smirk plastered on his face again. "But..." He paused dramatically, tilting his head to the side. "But you..." Kise leaned closer, hands flat on the grass underneath him, eyes full of curiosity. Aomine leaned closer too, lips pressing against Kise's ear and whispered, "But you have to go on a date with me after."
And Kise fainted because apparently, the idiot forgot to breathe.
Aomine, who noticed it earlier, only stared at the blonde, amused and slightly worried. Clicking his tongue in faux annoyance, he hovered over the blonde, ignoring the few people around them and kissed the blonde deeply.
Kise woke up gasping for air, eyes teary, lips so red and cheeks flushed. He thought, as he stared at Aomine at that time, that he really like this love at first sight thing.
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A week after that, Kise welcomed Aomine inside his beloved studio, located inside his home sweet home, second floor, the door at the end on the right side with the sign: beware, idiot inside. When asked about the sign, he scratched the back of his head while smiling sheepishly, answering with a, "My best friend thought it was funny to glue that there..."
And really, Kuroko wasn't one for pranks but Kise guessed after seeing the sign that it was a revenge for setting him up on a blind date with a woman who talked too much and was too narcissistic the light blue-haired boy left their date without finishing his vanilla milkshake. It really was that bad.
Shaking his pretty blonde head out of his irrelevant thoughts, Kise smiled at Aomine brightly before opening the door to his studio, revealing a neat room consisting of every equipment that Aomine could think a professional photographer would own. The tanned man was quite amazed. Quite.
"So..." Aomine set his eyes on Kise who was preparing what he needed for the shoot (which was, surprisingly enough, not much). "How do you want me?" He cocked a brow, hands shoved inside his jeans pocket as he leaned against the wall, feeling somewhat self-concious now that he's really here.
Kise, not as shy and so not cute anymore, smiled cheekily and snapped a picture of a surprised Aomine. "Would you believe me if say I want you naked on the floor..." Click. There goes a picture of Aomine's retardedly confused face. "...under me..." Click. The set of the tanned guy's jaw showed a huge amount of control, even when his eyes turned a lot darker than what Kise expected. "...as I ride you?" Click. The laughing bright face that followed the snort that Aomine released after Kise so innocently finished his sentence was captured immediately, making the very innocent blonde smile happily.
"You're crazy," Aomine commented, shaking his head in amusement.
"Thank you," Kise grinned, not offended at all.
Aomine snorted again, body relaxing more, ignoring the blonde that kept on taking picture of him. "That wasn't supposed to be a compliment, idiot," He teased, smirking.
"Eeeh?! But being crazy is obviously a compliment, Aominecchi!" The blonde whined, his attitude a total contradiction on how his fingers and body worked, every flash of the camera planned out, every angle new and precise and Aomine was captivated.
Kise, doing what he loved to do, was really beautiful.
And even though he only met the blonde a week or so ago, he couldn't help but think of a future where his days are filled with tinkling laughter, childish whines and a very beautiful sight.
"Obviously, it wasn't," He replied as the blonde lowered his camera, sticking his tongue out at him. "And what's with 'aominecchi'?" He questioned, wrinkling his nose at the odd nickname.
"Oh, oh! Because, see, Aomine and ecchi and I want to do th-"
"Oi!" An empty can of coca-cola that Aomine found randomly on the floor made contact with Kise's blonde head, making him wince and pout.
"Ow! What was that for?" The blonde glared pointedly at Aomine.
"Hn. For being so uncute, what else." The tanned man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I was just telling the truth!" Kise defended, his lips forming into a pout and Aomine wondered if the blonde can go a day without pouting. Probably not.
"Huh," He let out offhandedly, somewhat ignoring the blonde because Aomine might have a huge amount of self-control, he was still a man, a guy, a very healthy and attractive guy and Kise, with his comments and teasing, might actually end up riding him on the floor if he didn't breathe in and out calmly.
Noticing the lack of response from the tanned man, Kise tilted his head to the side, curious on the sudden change of attitude. "Eh! What's wrong, Aominecchi?" The blonde's eyes flashed with worry.
"Hm? Nothing," And really, Aomine's thankful nothing was just one word or else the 'don't attack him. it's wrong to think of pushing him down to the floor and having your way with him. you must control yourself' would've slipped out if the word was well, more than a word. Say maybe, two words that starts with f and ends with o. Really, Aomine's thankful.
The blonde, on the other hand, found it weird and chose to approach the brooding man (because the tanned man looked like he was contemplating the meaning of life). "Aominecchi?" He snapped his fingers in front of Aomine, making the other blink and stare at him with furrowed brows.
Bright worried eyes stared at his own dark blue ones and Aomine really own gallons and oceans of self-control but right now, after meeting this blonde idiot that stood so close to him, disregarding personal space, those oceans of self-control seemed to fade away, leaving the tanned man with nothing.
And that, ladies and gents, was dangerous.
"Hey, Kise." Aomine's deep voice whispered, eyes looking at the blonde seriously. "It's my turn to take pictures of you." He finished, yanking the expensive camera out of the blonde's hand.
"Eh?!" Kise yelped, confused as hell. "Ehhhh?!"
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Click.
"Hey, Kise - no, Ryouta, you look amazing like this," Aomine commented, hovering over a panting Kise Ryouta.
"Y-Yah! It's not... that's not... stop it!" The blonde glared half-heartedly, letting out a moan after when Aomine trailed his tongue down to his navel.
Kise was still utterly confused on how the heck did this happen. Of course, he wanted this. Since he saw the man, he wanted this and more but how this happened, he was still clueless.
And the feel of Aomine nipping on the inside of his thighs rendered him speechless.
And the tight grip of Aomine's large hands on his legs made him unable to think of anything else but those hands on his hot skin.
And the lips that trailed up to his hard length made his body arch in pleasure, a long drawn out moan escaping out of his well-kissed lips.
Kise was drowning in wanton desire and he couldn't care less.
"Ao...Aominecchi!" He moaned loudly, hands gripping Aomine's dark-blue hair tightly as his body squirmed, wanting to find the realese that he needed so much. "Please..."
Licking the head of Kise's length, Aomine chuckled, loud enough for Kise to hear. "Ah, ah. Not yet, Ryou." Aomine taunted, using Kise's given name so casually, knowing that it the blonde liked it. "After all those comments of you riding me, heh. I'm not letting you go yet," He declared, licking his lips afterwards, his eyes roaming the expanse of pale naked skin of Kise's body.
"Uhn, what a.. bully," Kise commented, huffing and gasping for air as he covered his eyes, still embarassed by the sudden turn of events.
"That I am," Aomine nodded in agreement before tugging the blonde closer, legs spread apart and pushed closed to his chest, giving the tanned man a very good view of the photgrapher's private parts.
"Y-yah!" Kise looked at Aomine with wide eyes, cheeks blushing furiously. "D-don't... don't do...it..." He trailed off, watching the tanned man smirk at him before leaning down, hot tongue meeting his twitching hole.
At the action, Kise threw his head back, gasping in surprise and groaning in pleasure. It wasn't like this was his first time but knowing that it was Aomine Daiki's tongue licking and pushing inside him over and over again made him more sensitive and aware of every action. His legs quivered in pleasure, wanting to let go but Aomine's grip on them was firm and tight, his tongue and lips and mouth unrelenting, not giving Kise the chance to voice out any protest.
Wanting to reach his release so badly, one of Kise's hand gripped his hard arousal, moving his hand in a fast pace but that soon was stopped by Aomine, momentarily taking his attention from Kise's entrance and glared at him, his hand slapping the blonde's pale one away from his cock.
"B-b-but..." Kise whined, eyes getting watery, as he looked at Aomine pleadingly.
"I said, not yet, didn't I?" Aomine raised a brow, once again hovering above Kise and kissed the blonde's lips hard, tongue delving into the depths of Kise's mouth, licking the roof and biting the photographer's lips before letting him go, satisfied at the dazed look that was plastered on Kise's face.
Pulling his body away atop the blonde, he sat back and sucked on his own fingers, coating them properly with his own saliva. He kissed the inside of the blonde's thighs once again before slowly pushing a finger through Kise's tight entrance. He drew comforting circles on his thigh when he felt him wince in slight pain, moaning an "ah, ah.. aomine..." as he began to thrust his finger in and out. Adding a second finger, the blonde thrusted his hips against Aomine's insistant fingers, biting his arm and preventing himself from moaning. When Aomine added the third finger, Kise had accumulated enough strength to shout a "get on with it, already! I'm not that fragile! Fuck me already, Daiki!". To say that Aomine was surprise was an understatement but the blonde's shout made the tanned man sigh in relief. If Kise wanted to be manhandled, then who was he, Aomine Daiki, to refuse?
So fuck Kise he did.
Slowly, as he entered, he rocked his hips against Kise's, letting the blonde adjut to his size as his lips planted kisses on Kise's pale neck, leaving more love bites than before. When Kise started thrusting against him, he started to pull out slowly, only to slam hard inside the blonde, earning him a generous shout of his name.
Legs that wrapped around him so tightly let him fuck the blonde harder, his hands gripping the photographer's waist so tightly that he was sure he's leaving bruises there. The moan that left those sinful lips urge him to do more, grabbing Kise's hair and pulling on it harshly, the blonde's eyes opening and watering in both pain and pleasure.
Aomine has to admit, Kise in this state was more beautiful than anyone he'd ever seen or fucked for that matter.
Wanting the blonde to fulfill his very own wishes, he pulled him up from the floor, settling him on his lap easily as he grabbed his waist tighter, guiding the blonde's hips to bounce on top of him. The change of angle made the blonde scream and moan and groan the more, making Aomine clench his jaw as sweat trickled down the side of his face. Kise was clinging onto him so tightly, eyes closed, body sweaty and mouth agape, throwing moan after moan out in the open air as he met the blonde's hips harder and faster.
Letting out a grunt, Aomine guided his hand onto Kise's member, gripping it and pumping it in time with his thrusts, feeling the pleasure overwhelm him.
Kise screamed out as he released, white flashing behind his eyelids, a sob escaping from his mouth as he came down from his high, body twitching and jerking, feeling Aomine thrust a few more times inside him before biting on the blonde's shoulder as he reached his own climax, releasing inside Kise, drawing a quiet moan out of the spent out blonde.
They sat there for a moment, body covered in sweat and Kise's own release.
Taking a deep, deep breath, Aomine looked down at Kise, ready to tease him for being such a screamer but what he saw only made him smile softly. The photographer was sleeping so peacefully that Aomine didn't have the heart to push him away.
Kise, like this, was kind of adorable. Really.
And Kise, before he fully succumbed to sleep, thought that making love or love fucking was better than one-night stands.
And falling in love at first sight was, at the moment, the best falling he has ever felt since he was born.
nc-17/nsfw
aomine/kise, aokise
And Kise, just a second ago while walking around Shinjuku Gyoen, saw someone worth capturing his whole life.
an: well, this shit is too long. i don't know what happened half-way so sorry for that. i think i wrote the smut too vaguely but it's also still so... graphic? orz fuck knows really. i just hope you like it and wow, i hope you don't get bored reading this peace of shittay. ciao ciao~ :3
warning: au!setting, smut, rimming, fingering etc etc.
Kise Ryouta was one of those people who acted without thinking. He was eccentric and oddly enough, that was one of his many (hidden) charms.
Kise, blonde and bright and loud and pretty and childish, liked to capture anything that catches his eyes. He liked to capture the good and the bad, from the sky down to the land he's standing on. He liked to capture the ugly and the beautiful. He liked the natural response rather than the practiced one. He liked everything and disliked nothing.
And Kise was an outstanding photographer of everything.
And Kise, just a second ago while walking around Shinjuku Gyoen, saw someone worth capturing his whole life.
Following a tall, dark and handsome man (Kise's eyes for good fellas are real good, just so everyone knows), were bright hazel eyes that burned with the urge to capture everything. His fingers itch to click over and over and over again until his precious camera breaks or better (worse!), until his fingers go numb and he wouldn't be able to press the buttons on his camera anymore.
Kise hated clichés and romance and permanent but looking at the man with sweat running down the side of his face while laughing merrily, Kise suddenly wanted to live inside those cliché romance novels. It was that bad.
Gulping audibly, Kise took a hold of his camera and turned it on, holding it against his face and quickly (and professionaly and gracefully and beautifully) captured a smiling dark haired man about his age, having fun with a few of his friends and some little kids.
Slowly, very slowly, movie worthy slow motion slowly, the photographer lowered his camera, breath hitching when he met the other man's eyes briefly. It was so fast Kise cursed his slow reflexes at that moment. He could've captured that precious sight! Damn, damn, damn.
Noticing that he was still staring and feeling a little faint (eh?), the blonde looked away as he gasped for the much needed air that his lungs didn't get for a minute or so (eeeehhh?). As he inhaled and exhaled the (slightly) fresh air the park offers, he wondered in his mind if he also captured the other man's eyes. It would've been nice and yeah, very romance movie-ish but wasn't that what he wanted? Yes, yes, of course. Nodding in agreement to his inner self, he let his eyes drift to where the other man was suppose to be but found no one there. Empty, zilch, nada, nil.
No one's there anymore.
Ah, the disappointment flooded through Kise's being but he didn't let it spread more. He had a picture to develop and pin in front of his fridge.
With that in mind, he let a smile light up his face thinking that this was what love at first sight feels.
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The cherry blossoms fell freely as the breeze of the wind touched the cheeks of one blonde photographer who was sitting under a tree. Two weeks has passed when he found the love of his life (his friends hit him in the head for saying this) and he hadn't seen him since then. Kise was busy and it wasn't like he knew the other's schedule, so when he came to the park after his job or when he sat under the same tree he's sitting now when he didn't have a job, he never had the chance to see the dark haired man. (He'd love to though!)
Right now, he's just sitting there, taking pictures of other people - a couple cuddling, a child crying, a dog barking, a family having a picnic. Kise stole a little of their memories, taking it as his, printing it and sticking it to an album full of strangers and beautiful sceneries. One can say that Kise lives off of other people's joy. He finds it nice since he doesn't have enough of those.
Sighing, the blonde leaned his back against the tree, looking around. Really, why's he even here? Ah, that's right. He was waiting for a certain tall and handsome man that oddly looked like that man who's reading a book in concentration, glasses that makes him more attractive perched above his nose and...
Wait a minute.
Kise can hear his heart beat against his ear and his hands begin to shake. The urge to take the man's picture again (again!) was so big that he could barely contain it. But this time, this time he'll approach him and ask and talk and babble and take a picture of the man that captured his heart without even pressing anything (only maybe the heartstrings of Kise's heart).
Taking a deep breath, Kise stood from his spot, walking in a slow pace towards the man and cleared his throat when his feet landed a few inches away from the man's spot.
"Hello?" He voiced out, happy that his voice didn't waver.
The man reading peacefully looked up at him, adjusting his glasses and cocking his brow in question without saying a word.
Kise actually wanted to sprint away but couldn't because his feet didn't want to. Stupid feet. "Uh..uhm, hi! I'm Kise. Kise Ryouta. A photographer." His hasty introduction earned him an amused expression from the other. "A-Anyways, can I ask a favor?" The blonde stuttered, blushing slightly.
The dark-haired man closed his book before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "Depends. What kind of favor?" He retorted back, voice deep and husky and ahhh, Kise has already built a shrine for the other man's seductive voice inside his head.
"Oh. Ehh, taking a picture?" The photographer smiled shyly before realizing his answer was too vague. "I mean! Take a picture of you!" He exclaimed rather loudly, earning him a few curious looks from the other people on the park.
The other man stared at Kise for a long time, eyes never wavering. He let a smirk grace his face then, making Kise furrow his brows in confusion. "You want to take a picture of me? Why? You like me?"
Hearing that, Kise's face turned fifty shades of red, his grip on his camera tight. "W-what? What makes you think so?!" He exclaimed in a hurry, foot stomping childishly on the ground. "It's... it's for an exhibit! Hmpf." He huffed, willing his face to freaking calm the eff down.
"Okay, okay. Relax. Don't throw a tantrum now." The other man stated, voice amused at how the blonde acts so childishly in front of a stranger. "Exhibit, aye? Hmm, I'll think about it." He replied, standing up from his spot, his height - taller than Kise - letting him hover a little in front of Kise.
"Really?" Kise stared at the other with bright hopeful eyes.
"Really." The dark-haired man smiled. "But only if you come back here tomorrow with a box of donuts and a cup of black coffee, no sugar whatsoever." He smirked, hand reaching out, touching the ends of Kise's soft blonde hair. "Only then will I give you the answer," He stated firmly, not letting Kise argue.
"Fine. I'll be here so you better be here too!" He pointed a finger at the man.
"It's rude to point, Kise," And at this time, Kise's oddly aware (very aware his inner little demons were dancing with joy) that the other man's body was very close to his own and how the other uttered his name made a shiver rund down his spine and really, he hoped the other didn't notice but that'll make the other man dumb which Kise doubted he was, so the blonde opted on standing there, muscles stiff and unable to move or say anything.
"Oh, and you can call me Aomine Daiki. Nice to meet you, Kise Ryouta." Aomine (Aomine Daiki!) tucked a hair behind Kise's ear before stepping aside, his book in hand and walked away, leaving an unmoving Kise, cheeks possibly blushing to the next century that will come due to one Aomine Daiki (!!!!) acting so charmingly.
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The next day, Kise arrived at the park the same time as yesterday, a box of donuts on his right hand and two cups of warm coffee on his left one, his camera dangling around his neck. His eyes looked around immediately, wanting to see if the man of his dreams (no, seriously. the man, Aomine, did appear in his dreams last night) has already arrived. After checking the second time and not finding Aomine, Kise sighed and shrugged, a little disappointed. He really still didn't know why he's here. What if Aomine said that out of politeness or was just joking? Ah, Kise will probably throw a big tantrum around his apartment (also his studio and his best friend's apartment and their studio).
Spotting a good place to sit as he waited for Aomine, Kise took a step forward but before he can take the second step, he felt a hand on his waist and a hot breath on his ear, making him squeak in surprise, almost dropping the things on his hands. "W-w-what?" He turned his head back, heart banging loudly inside his chest due to the sudden attack (it's an attack alright).
The chuckle that graced his ear and the sight of the dark-haired man, Aomine, made him sigh in relief.
"Oh, so you did buy coffee and donuts," Aomine stated, voice a little surprised.
"What? You told me to do so!" Kise retorted, turning around, ignoring the fact that the two of them were standing very close - closer than before. He blinked his eyes and thrusted the box of donuts and the coffees on his hands towards Aomine, looking down. "You said you'll give me your answer, so..." He muttered, biting his lower lip after.
Aomine snorts, taking the things that Kise offered and leads the blonde towards a tree, sitting under it and sips his coffee, nodding in approval. Kise followed him, settling in front of the taller man, legs crossed as he fiddled with his camera.
"Isn't me being here a clear answer already?" Aomine inquired, raising a brow at Kise.
Kise's hands stopped fiddling with his camera, eyes widening before a smile graced his face, bright and thankful. "Yeah? Really, really? Thank you!" He bit his lower lip again, not wanting to smile happily too much or show Aomine how much of a dork he truly was (he's unknowingly shown this side already so what's the point. tsktsk).
"But, but..." Aomine trailed off, making Kise stare at him with wide anticipating eyes. His lips formed into a devilish smirk again, same as yesterday. He kept his silence for a long time, eating a donut and sipping his coffee calmly while Kise's mind race and run and had a freaking competition in what could come after a but.
But... you have to pay me? Looking at Aomine, he doubts that.
But... you can't post the picture anywhere? That'd be stupid because he clearly told him it's for an exhibit.
But... you can't hit on me? That... well, Kise pouted at that.
But...but... but...
Aish, what's but? Looking at Aomine eating and drinking his damn coffee, Kise couldn't come into a conclusion or anything near it. The man's too relax and amused and what's with that smirk?
"What's with that smirk? Stop smirking!" Kise bellowed, his uncomfortable level beginning to reach its highest.
Aomine, on the other hand, took his time. Shifted his body here, sipped a little of his coffee there, closed the box of donuts here, stared at Kise's body up and down there... you know, normal things.
The taller gestured for Kise to scoot closer before he opened his mouth, that damn annoying and sexy smirk plastered on his face again. "But..." He paused dramatically, tilting his head to the side. "But you..." Kise leaned closer, hands flat on the grass underneath him, eyes full of curiosity. Aomine leaned closer too, lips pressing against Kise's ear and whispered, "But you have to go on a date with me after."
And Kise fainted because apparently, the idiot forgot to breathe.
Aomine, who noticed it earlier, only stared at the blonde, amused and slightly worried. Clicking his tongue in faux annoyance, he hovered over the blonde, ignoring the few people around them and kissed the blonde deeply.
Kise woke up gasping for air, eyes teary, lips so red and cheeks flushed. He thought, as he stared at Aomine at that time, that he really like this love at first sight thing.
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A week after that, Kise welcomed Aomine inside his beloved studio, located inside his home sweet home, second floor, the door at the end on the right side with the sign: beware, idiot inside. When asked about the sign, he scratched the back of his head while smiling sheepishly, answering with a, "My best friend thought it was funny to glue that there..."
And really, Kuroko wasn't one for pranks but Kise guessed after seeing the sign that it was a revenge for setting him up on a blind date with a woman who talked too much and was too narcissistic the light blue-haired boy left their date without finishing his vanilla milkshake. It really was that bad.
Shaking his pretty blonde head out of his irrelevant thoughts, Kise smiled at Aomine brightly before opening the door to his studio, revealing a neat room consisting of every equipment that Aomine could think a professional photographer would own. The tanned man was quite amazed. Quite.
"So..." Aomine set his eyes on Kise who was preparing what he needed for the shoot (which was, surprisingly enough, not much). "How do you want me?" He cocked a brow, hands shoved inside his jeans pocket as he leaned against the wall, feeling somewhat self-concious now that he's really here.
Kise, not as shy and so not cute anymore, smiled cheekily and snapped a picture of a surprised Aomine. "Would you believe me if say I want you naked on the floor..." Click. There goes a picture of Aomine's retardedly confused face. "...under me..." Click. The set of the tanned guy's jaw showed a huge amount of control, even when his eyes turned a lot darker than what Kise expected. "...as I ride you?" Click. The laughing bright face that followed the snort that Aomine released after Kise so innocently finished his sentence was captured immediately, making the very innocent blonde smile happily.
"You're crazy," Aomine commented, shaking his head in amusement.
"Thank you," Kise grinned, not offended at all.
Aomine snorted again, body relaxing more, ignoring the blonde that kept on taking picture of him. "That wasn't supposed to be a compliment, idiot," He teased, smirking.
"Eeeh?! But being crazy is obviously a compliment, Aominecchi!" The blonde whined, his attitude a total contradiction on how his fingers and body worked, every flash of the camera planned out, every angle new and precise and Aomine was captivated.
Kise, doing what he loved to do, was really beautiful.
And even though he only met the blonde a week or so ago, he couldn't help but think of a future where his days are filled with tinkling laughter, childish whines and a very beautiful sight.
"Obviously, it wasn't," He replied as the blonde lowered his camera, sticking his tongue out at him. "And what's with 'aominecchi'?" He questioned, wrinkling his nose at the odd nickname.
"Oh, oh! Because, see, Aomine and ecchi and I want to do th-"
"Oi!" An empty can of coca-cola that Aomine found randomly on the floor made contact with Kise's blonde head, making him wince and pout.
"Ow! What was that for?" The blonde glared pointedly at Aomine.
"Hn. For being so uncute, what else." The tanned man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I was just telling the truth!" Kise defended, his lips forming into a pout and Aomine wondered if the blonde can go a day without pouting. Probably not.
"Huh," He let out offhandedly, somewhat ignoring the blonde because Aomine might have a huge amount of self-control, he was still a man, a guy, a very healthy and attractive guy and Kise, with his comments and teasing, might actually end up riding him on the floor if he didn't breathe in and out calmly.
Noticing the lack of response from the tanned man, Kise tilted his head to the side, curious on the sudden change of attitude. "Eh! What's wrong, Aominecchi?" The blonde's eyes flashed with worry.
"Hm? Nothing," And really, Aomine's thankful nothing was just one word or else the 'don't attack him. it's wrong to think of pushing him down to the floor and having your way with him. you must control yourself' would've slipped out if the word was well, more than a word. Say maybe, two words that starts with f and ends with o. Really, Aomine's thankful.
The blonde, on the other hand, found it weird and chose to approach the brooding man (because the tanned man looked like he was contemplating the meaning of life). "Aominecchi?" He snapped his fingers in front of Aomine, making the other blink and stare at him with furrowed brows.
Bright worried eyes stared at his own dark blue ones and Aomine really own gallons and oceans of self-control but right now, after meeting this blonde idiot that stood so close to him, disregarding personal space, those oceans of self-control seemed to fade away, leaving the tanned man with nothing.
And that, ladies and gents, was dangerous.
"Hey, Kise." Aomine's deep voice whispered, eyes looking at the blonde seriously. "It's my turn to take pictures of you." He finished, yanking the expensive camera out of the blonde's hand.
"Eh?!" Kise yelped, confused as hell. "Ehhhh?!"
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Click.
"Hey, Kise - no, Ryouta, you look amazing like this," Aomine commented, hovering over a panting Kise Ryouta.
"Y-Yah! It's not... that's not... stop it!" The blonde glared half-heartedly, letting out a moan after when Aomine trailed his tongue down to his navel.
Kise was still utterly confused on how the heck did this happen. Of course, he wanted this. Since he saw the man, he wanted this and more but how this happened, he was still clueless.
And the feel of Aomine nipping on the inside of his thighs rendered him speechless.
And the tight grip of Aomine's large hands on his legs made him unable to think of anything else but those hands on his hot skin.
And the lips that trailed up to his hard length made his body arch in pleasure, a long drawn out moan escaping out of his well-kissed lips.
Kise was drowning in wanton desire and he couldn't care less.
"Ao...Aominecchi!" He moaned loudly, hands gripping Aomine's dark-blue hair tightly as his body squirmed, wanting to find the realese that he needed so much. "Please..."
Licking the head of Kise's length, Aomine chuckled, loud enough for Kise to hear. "Ah, ah. Not yet, Ryou." Aomine taunted, using Kise's given name so casually, knowing that it the blonde liked it. "After all those comments of you riding me, heh. I'm not letting you go yet," He declared, licking his lips afterwards, his eyes roaming the expanse of pale naked skin of Kise's body.
"Uhn, what a.. bully," Kise commented, huffing and gasping for air as he covered his eyes, still embarassed by the sudden turn of events.
"That I am," Aomine nodded in agreement before tugging the blonde closer, legs spread apart and pushed closed to his chest, giving the tanned man a very good view of the photgrapher's private parts.
"Y-yah!" Kise looked at Aomine with wide eyes, cheeks blushing furiously. "D-don't... don't do...it..." He trailed off, watching the tanned man smirk at him before leaning down, hot tongue meeting his twitching hole.
At the action, Kise threw his head back, gasping in surprise and groaning in pleasure. It wasn't like this was his first time but knowing that it was Aomine Daiki's tongue licking and pushing inside him over and over again made him more sensitive and aware of every action. His legs quivered in pleasure, wanting to let go but Aomine's grip on them was firm and tight, his tongue and lips and mouth unrelenting, not giving Kise the chance to voice out any protest.
Wanting to reach his release so badly, one of Kise's hand gripped his hard arousal, moving his hand in a fast pace but that soon was stopped by Aomine, momentarily taking his attention from Kise's entrance and glared at him, his hand slapping the blonde's pale one away from his cock.
"B-b-but..." Kise whined, eyes getting watery, as he looked at Aomine pleadingly.
"I said, not yet, didn't I?" Aomine raised a brow, once again hovering above Kise and kissed the blonde's lips hard, tongue delving into the depths of Kise's mouth, licking the roof and biting the photographer's lips before letting him go, satisfied at the dazed look that was plastered on Kise's face.
Pulling his body away atop the blonde, he sat back and sucked on his own fingers, coating them properly with his own saliva. He kissed the inside of the blonde's thighs once again before slowly pushing a finger through Kise's tight entrance. He drew comforting circles on his thigh when he felt him wince in slight pain, moaning an "ah, ah.. aomine..." as he began to thrust his finger in and out. Adding a second finger, the blonde thrusted his hips against Aomine's insistant fingers, biting his arm and preventing himself from moaning. When Aomine added the third finger, Kise had accumulated enough strength to shout a "get on with it, already! I'm not that fragile! Fuck me already, Daiki!". To say that Aomine was surprise was an understatement but the blonde's shout made the tanned man sigh in relief. If Kise wanted to be manhandled, then who was he, Aomine Daiki, to refuse?
So fuck Kise he did.
Slowly, as he entered, he rocked his hips against Kise's, letting the blonde adjut to his size as his lips planted kisses on Kise's pale neck, leaving more love bites than before. When Kise started thrusting against him, he started to pull out slowly, only to slam hard inside the blonde, earning him a generous shout of his name.
Legs that wrapped around him so tightly let him fuck the blonde harder, his hands gripping the photographer's waist so tightly that he was sure he's leaving bruises there. The moan that left those sinful lips urge him to do more, grabbing Kise's hair and pulling on it harshly, the blonde's eyes opening and watering in both pain and pleasure.
Aomine has to admit, Kise in this state was more beautiful than anyone he'd ever seen or fucked for that matter.
Wanting the blonde to fulfill his very own wishes, he pulled him up from the floor, settling him on his lap easily as he grabbed his waist tighter, guiding the blonde's hips to bounce on top of him. The change of angle made the blonde scream and moan and groan the more, making Aomine clench his jaw as sweat trickled down the side of his face. Kise was clinging onto him so tightly, eyes closed, body sweaty and mouth agape, throwing moan after moan out in the open air as he met the blonde's hips harder and faster.
Letting out a grunt, Aomine guided his hand onto Kise's member, gripping it and pumping it in time with his thrusts, feeling the pleasure overwhelm him.
Kise screamed out as he released, white flashing behind his eyelids, a sob escaping from his mouth as he came down from his high, body twitching and jerking, feeling Aomine thrust a few more times inside him before biting on the blonde's shoulder as he reached his own climax, releasing inside Kise, drawing a quiet moan out of the spent out blonde.
They sat there for a moment, body covered in sweat and Kise's own release.
Taking a deep, deep breath, Aomine looked down at Kise, ready to tease him for being such a screamer but what he saw only made him smile softly. The photographer was sleeping so peacefully that Aomine didn't have the heart to push him away.
Kise, like this, was kind of adorable. Really.
And Kise, before he fully succumbed to sleep, thought that making love or love fucking was better than one-night stands.
And falling in love at first sight was, at the moment, the best falling he has ever felt since he was born.