He shouldn't let her, he knew. Just giving in meant accepting her, which meant accepting that she was who she said she was and that this place was what she said it was. It meant acknowledging that he really did need her help, that he was sick after all, and that his house and his family and his life weren't real, after all. He'd be a patient. Her patient. He would stay here until he was better.
Aomine couldn't let that happen. He knew that. He knew.
But weakness crept up on him, pulling at his limbs and catching in his throat, and he gasped, and he whimpered, and he felt her finger rest on him at the same time that her lips slid over his cock. It felt in that moment like he couldn't do anything but rely on her; he couldn't move, could barely hold on, so what else was there? Who else was there?
"Fuuuck, fuck... Lia - "
It was the first time he'd said her name. The first time that she was a person, and not a ghost. He bit his lip and shuddered, shaken in some bitter, fundamental way, and relaxed little by little, bit by bit, letting her in, the passage eased by the water and the lubricant from earlier. Her finger, like her mouth and her tongue, was so warm, and the sensation of it was hideously intimate. He pushed his hips up as much as he could, following her lead, and even though it was so strange, and so awful, pleasure licked along his nerves, his cock thrumming with delight and left beads of precome on her tongue.
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Date: 2016-03-30 09:04 pm (UTC)Aomine couldn't let that happen. He knew that. He knew.
But weakness crept up on him, pulling at his limbs and catching in his throat, and he gasped, and he whimpered, and he felt her finger rest on him at the same time that her lips slid over his cock. It felt in that moment like he couldn't do anything but rely on her; he couldn't move, could barely hold on, so what else was there? Who else was there?
"Fuuuck, fuck... Lia - "
It was the first time he'd said her name. The first time that she was a person, and not a ghost. He bit his lip and shuddered, shaken in some bitter, fundamental way, and relaxed little by little, bit by bit, letting her in, the passage eased by the water and the lubricant from earlier. Her finger, like her mouth and her tongue, was so warm, and the sensation of it was hideously intimate. He pushed his hips up as much as he could, following her lead, and even though it was so strange, and so awful, pleasure licked along his nerves, his cock thrumming with delight and left beads of precome on her tongue.
"Can I...I want to, come..."