Oh, no. It was worse, hearing her admit that. It was worse when she kept touching him like that. It was worse that her face was so incredibly close. He had to wonder if it was on purpose, all of it, if it was the same as back in the room when he hadn't been able to help himself. Was she doing this just to drive him crazy? So she could cure him for real?
He didn't know, he didn't know, and he was starting to panic again, his heart fluttering in his chest and his eyes squeezing together all the more tightly as, little by little, blood rushed to his cock. And how sick was that? He was full of...he was full, and it was awful, and he could feel a little dampness running down between his cheeks, just a little, as he trembled and tried to hold it all in. He didn't even think it was really helping his fever at all, considering he felt a warmth under his skin and trickling down his nerves, just to match the sweat on his brow.
With all that going on, Aomine knew better than to answer verbally.
He just shook his head, and kept his lips sealed shut. If he could just last until she let him go to the bathroom...
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Date: 2015-10-13 03:57 am (UTC)He didn't know, he didn't know, and he was starting to panic again, his heart fluttering in his chest and his eyes squeezing together all the more tightly as, little by little, blood rushed to his cock. And how sick was that? He was full of...he was full, and it was awful, and he could feel a little dampness running down between his cheeks, just a little, as he trembled and tried to hold it all in. He didn't even think it was really helping his fever at all, considering he felt a warmth under his skin and trickling down his nerves, just to match the sweat on his brow.
With all that going on, Aomine knew better than to answer verbally.
He just shook his head, and kept his lips sealed shut. If he could just last until she let him go to the bathroom...