There was no way, honestly. There was no way he would be able to suppress it, though fuck, he wanted to. This was even worse than last time, when it was just his self-control that was dragged through the mud. Now it was his dignity, left behind somewhere as he squirmed and felt a muscle spasm in the very bottom of his belly.
Aomine rolled because he didn't have the willpower to resist. He endured because he had the misguided idea that maybe, if he did, she would stop, and he could...something. He didn't have a plan. And he trembled because he couldn't help it, because she was so kind and so beautiful and even like this, or maybe because he was like this, all those things about her and everything about what was happening just took the choice away from him.
"St...stop. Stop touching me like...ah, god."
He turned his head the other way again and, after a brief, pained look, made his eyes close again.
"I'll get...hard. I'll get hard. You're making me - "
Made him, past tense. He had a nice semi under that blanket, warm and plump, in clear defiance of his ongoing embarrassment and discomfort.
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Date: 2015-10-14 02:34 am (UTC)Aomine rolled because he didn't have the willpower to resist. He endured because he had the misguided idea that maybe, if he did, she would stop, and he could...something. He didn't have a plan. And he trembled because he couldn't help it, because she was so kind and so beautiful and even like this, or maybe because he was like this, all those things about her and everything about what was happening just took the choice away from him.
"St...stop. Stop touching me like...ah, god."
He turned his head the other way again and, after a brief, pained look, made his eyes close again.
"I'll get...hard. I'll get hard. You're making me - "
Made him, past tense. He had a nice semi under that blanket, warm and plump, in clear defiance of his ongoing embarrassment and discomfort.