2spooky: The All-Saints Pyschiatric Hospital

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Four cases of beer, a bet, and a dare. That was how it all started.

The beer had been Tecate and it'd been bought by someone's older brother, since not a one of them was older than seventeen. The bet had been that the Heat wouldn't win against OKC, and in fact would lose by at least fifteen points. The dare had been at the discretion of the winner. Aomine had had way too many of the beers, had claimed that Miami would win, and had scoffed at the idea that any dare would be too tough for him to see through.

A day later, while still nursing the worst kind of hangover, he was cursing himself, his asshole friends, and the fucking failure of the Heat defense for his current situation.

All-Saints Psychiatric Hospital hadn't been a hospital since the 50s; supposedly it'd just been records storage before finally being shuttered for good sometime in the 1980s. Now, it was a derelict ghost sitting on the edge of new suburban sprawl, it's crumbling facade obscured by trees, an overpass, a hill, and distance. Once you got past the high fence and heavy, bolted gate, you might as well have been in another world, one overrun with grass, weeds, twisted shrubs, and patchy trees. There'd been a cobblestone drive, once, now a river of potholes and ugly, standing water, and there'd been a grand entryway with stone steps and metal handrails, all of it twisted and crumbling now, reduced to crumbling concrete and rebar.

Inside, it's a fucking tomb. It's cracked tile and peeling wallpaper with long streaks of black mold; it's graffiti and broken glass, and rotted doors hanging off rusted hinges; it's a single, abandoned hospital bed, it's padding slashed open, laying on its side near a set of doors that says OFFICES. It's utter silence, except for a faraway dripping and Aomine's own pounding heart.

He just has to go to the second landing. The stairs off the main atrium were secure and sound, he'd been told, and there was an observation deck up top that looked down on the dusty, cracked reception desks. All he had to do was walk up, take a few selfies, make a video shot down the long, dark hallway toward the first ward, and then get the fuck out.

His hand tight around the smartphone in his pocket, Aomine hustled toward the grand, wide stairs littered with leaves and garbage, and pretended that he wasn't fucking terrified.

At the very least, it was still daylight outside; it was 10 AM on a balmy Saturday in Spring.

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[psalmed]

Lia's heart swelled and ached at his words. So young and lost and hurt. She couldn't help but think of D'Eon, of her baby brother, of what care she might want someone to give him if he was in such a state.

"I found you outside," Lia repeated again, patient. She kept stroking his face, trying to at least comfort him. "I was there outside with the wind." Was that what he had meant? She wasn't sure that either, but every time Aomine flinched she guided his attention back to her.

He had been too wild to trust. As badly as she wanted to release him. He was raving in a true badness. He had a fever. He had told her she was dead. He simply couldn't be released. "You will feel better, sweet boy," Lia repeated lightly. "You are such a trouble to me but I do not think you mean it." And from that point on, the blue-haired boy was going to be Trouble.

The drugs were no doubt the usual things. Calming drugs and nutrients and sometimes Lia thought something a little extra was put in for punishment but she didn't look too closely. "I will be back tonight to check on you, yes?"

Lia leaned closer as they finished up. She took his clothes, folding them, tucking them away and then she whispered in his ear. The same sensation as when he had been all alone. "You do not want to make the orderlies or the doctors angry." But before he could question that bit of advice she was already hurrying out of the room.

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I will be back tonight.

Which meant, he'd be left here. Strapped to his bed, a needle in his arm and fluid dripping down from the bag that was suspended next to his bed.

Aomine shook his head vigorously, or as vigorously as the sedative and her hands would allow. He wanted to make it angry, maybe a thread, but it ended up only looking fearful. "Don't, stop, don't go - "

But she was moving already, out of the door and out of sight, just like his clothes were gone, and any last proof as to what was happening at all. He barked out a noise, some choked sound of anger and terror, and tried to struggle once again, pulling with his arms and his legs, lurching back and forth on the bed.

"Don't! Don't leave me here!"

Panic cracked in his voice, made him cough, and he had to stop and hack, groaning in distress and disbelief.

"I'm not sick!!"

But no one was listening.

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The day had to pass slowly for Aomine. Nurses, none of them Lia, would stop to look at him. One placed a blanket over him. Another offered him water. But they didn't speak, clearly trying to get rounds done as quickly as possible. Of course there was the fact that, if he stared long enough, the paint would start to feel and the glass of the windows break out.

Lia was back in the evening. She had stolen away all of the valuables their newest patient came with. His clothing, including his underwear, was safely folded and put in a box underneath her bed. The odd little device had taken some time before Lia decided she didn't know what it was, but she kept that as well.

It was dark when she came back. She didn't have her apron on and had her hair in a less severe braid. Of course there was an orderly outside. Of course she had to have a sharp conversation with him. Their gazes drifted to Aomine a few times during the course of the argument.

When she reached Aomine her face was sad and tired, but she still smiled at him and pet his face as tenderly as if he were a newly hatched bird. Gentleness. It was what he deserved, what all these pitiful souls needed and surely a bit of compassion might make all the difference. His cries as she left had tormented her all day. "How is my Trouble doing?"

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Sometime in the afternoon, when his voice had been worn to nothing and he'd been so exhausted he could barely lift a finger, Aomine had finally passed out. He'd gotten a little bit quieter before that; whatever was in his drip had done a great deal to dull his nerves and increase the weight of the wool in his head. He'd have flashes of panic and anger and raw, helpless horror, but they were brief, just spikes of emotion that rose out of a flat, dark sea, and then they would disappear again. Sometimes he would scream; sometimes he would moan. Sometimes he would twist and growl and pant, his disbelief and his helplessness driving him until it really did feel like he was as crazy as they thought he was.

That kind of activity couldn't be sustained. He'd worn himself out eventually, not long after lunch time, and had lapsed into bone-tired unconsciousness despite all his best efforts to stay awake.

When he woke up again, he wasn't sure where he was. He was beyond groggy, his eyelids so heavy he could only open them a sliver. He couldn't move, and he couldn't remember why. His muscles were stiff and sore, like he'd been playing for hours, or like he'd gotten into a fight, and he couldn't move them. He tried, and leather would squeak softly, and the bed frame would rattle quietly. His throat was unbelievably parched, dry as a desert and cracking with each breath, and yet he was sweaty at the same time, his skin warm and clammy. His heart was thumping, quickly and quietly, and he shivered reflexively when someone touched his cheek.

He didn't know - or rather, had forgotten - about the sheet, and about how he was wearing nothing at all underneath it. Because of that, it did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was half-hard, that buzzing, confused heat pooling worryingly in his groin. He'd been nursing an erection off and on for the last hour of his sleep, the slow feed of drugs from his drip settling in his bloodstream at last.

Aomine's response was a difficult "Nnnn..." of sound, and some restless motion in his face and shoulders.

"Hn...what..."

[psalmed]

"You can not keep biting people. They will put a label on you. Il mord. He bites." Lia laughed a bit however, softly. He felt feverish and she took a cup from nearby, making certain it was water before finding a spoon. She put the water to his lips, a spoonful at a time, to be certain he wasn't choking.

The orderly was glowering from the doorway. Lia frowned again, petting that unusual hair of his. "I will need a name to call you by since you still will not tell me yours."

It was only then she glanced down. Realized that the thin sheet was not concealing much. Of course. Men had urges like that, especially upon waking up. Aomine's pupils were still dilated, but at least she could rouse him to semi-consciousness. "I do not think you are feeling much better. But you gave them quite the struggle, so they say."

Lia should not have been proud. She was a bit horrified as well, however. She wanted him to have better care when she was not with him. "Will you speak to me without yelling?"

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The first touch of water made him shiver and he was, for a few minutes anyway, more obedient than he had been when this had all started. He was so parched and it felt so good, that he didn't protest and didn't move his head away. Instead, still groggy and clumsy, he hastily swallowed each shallow mouthful. Sometimes, he was a bit too eager, and wetness darkened the pillow and dotted the skin of his cheeks and neck.

The relief made him relax and got him to actually close his eyes for a little while, just listening to her voice and letting the coolness soak into his worn throat. He almost thought that he was dreaming; when he opened his eyes again, she was still there, but everything was slightly blurry (a side-effect, he didn't know, of his "medication").

"I...okay."

She wasn't holding him down, not like the orderly had been. There wasn't an urge to bite her like he had bitten him.

"Where am I...?"

Aomine wasn't sure why he asked. He knew where he was. But it was dark now and his confused, worn mind hadn't quite yet put together the fact that he was still in the impossible hospital, instead of a real hospital. He could almost mistake her for a real nurse.

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"At the hospital. Remember? You wandered up." Yelling. Raving. Lia was still kind, however. Perhaps he would be more reasonable now that he had time to settle in. Perhaps she could get more information from him. For that moment, she was only interested in giving him water.

But she was not as hopeful as she had once been. She had seen many young men simply never bounce back. Nothing wrong with them physically but trapped within the confines of their own minds. She didn't want it to happen to this one.

She adjusted the sheet over him where it had shifted when she sat on the edge of the bed. Of course it was impossible not to notice, not to drag the fabric of the sheet over his body as she tidied his bed like it would not immediately be mussed again.

The orderly shut the door. Lia bit her lower lip before a more resolved look was on her features. The light was low, but enough to see by. "Remember? My name is Lia. And what do they call you?"

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"No, I..."

That wasn't right. He didn't just wander in. He was here because he'd been drunk and stupid. He'd come in the morning -

He didn't tell her his name. Instead he said, trying to be clear: "I need to go home."

The dimness was because the windows were black, now. The moon had yet to rise, leaving only the lights from the hospital yard to give in illumination from outside. That alone caused alarm, because now he had to ask: how long had he been here? He'd passed out, hadn't he? "Let me up, I need to--ah, shit, aah..."

His breath rushed out, startled. The little adjustment had reminded him of the rest of his body, and alerted him at last to the steady pounding between his legs. He made a sound of shock and squirmed, clarity sneaking up on him.

He was...hard? Almost. Kind of. Oh, god, she was right there, too, she could see. Despite himself, his face got hot for reasons that didn't have anything to do with fever; his wrists and feet pulled at their restraints, not to escape, but to roll over, his embarrassment impossibly strong.

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"Where is home? We can contact someone to come get you." But he seemed confused even on that. She gave him a moment to get his surroundings, putting another pillow under him as he started to sit up.

The language startled her again but the scolding died on her lips as he started to squirm. Was he sick? Trying to injure her? But no. She realized belatedly that he had only now realized what was going on. The blush was a bit cute but Lia only smiled, rather than laughing outright at him.

The orderly was waiting. Predatory. "We have to do something about your mouth. Surely you can put it to better uses than swearing." She was hesitant. A lamb trying to act like a lion in such a situation, her fingers flicking up to the buttons of her uniform, undoing them one by one.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of. Of course some people in this hospital will have you in an ice bath before you can blink but I know how boys are. Especially at your age." And especially helped along by whatever drug has been dripping into his veins.

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He was, for a few moments, more concerned about the orderly than what she was doing. His consciousness was coming back little by little, and with it, his anger and fear from the day. He'd gotten that guy at least twice; those bandages on both arms were proof of that. What was he doing to do now? Hadn't he done enough?

But no, that didn't last. Aomine's eyes flicked back and then widened almost comically.

"Wh...whoa, hey, what are you - "

He was reminded, immediately, of just how attractive she was. He'd known that from the beginning, but it mattered suddenly. It mattered more than anything. Before, he hadn't thought about the soft weight that had pressed against his back when she'd held him from behind; before, he hadn't thought at all about how it had felt when she'd been on top of him, her dress gathering up around her hips.

Now, those things are all he can think about. They choke out his protests and make that heat in him spread and flare, working against the shame and the sense of exposure.

Aomine was staring at her hands. He couldn't look away. Even when he finally got his question out, he still couldn't look away. "What are you doing...?"

[psalmed]

There was a funny correlation. When Lia kept unbuttoning her top, the orderly stayed put. Still watching, but sometimes he would even retreat a step. She pretended he wasn't in the room at all, that she only had eyes for Aomine.

She was a bit nervous. That was obvious in the nervous flicks of her fingers because after a hard day she could have the uniform unbuttoned in less than two seconds if it meant she could fall into bed sooner.

"I am keeping you busy," Lia replied easily. "Your mouth in particular." She had rehearsed it, somehow. Sometime. Underneath the uniform is a bra. White and standard issue, unremarkable except it's a bit too small for her so there's more swell of her breast visible at the top.

"If you would tell me your name this would all be better for you." Being here. Maybe she could find his family based on that alone.

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This wasn't the first time he'd seen a girl's bra. He'd had a girlfriend once, for all of three weeks, and he'd been pretty damn proud of himself for how quickly he was able to get down that far, even if he hadn't gotten any further than that before the breakup. But the sight hit him like a ton of bricks anyway, making him jerk on the bed and, much to his shame, caused a visible change in the state of his erection.

"How the fuck...what does that - "

He stumbled over the words plus another curse, doing the exact opposite of what he was supposed to, apparently.

"What does my name have to do with you taking off your top...?"

Aomine swallowed hard, shaken, and, now, horny. He was horny. He was staring at the slight rise of her breasts over her bra. He was terrified, and he was horny, and he choked out a word without meaning to.

"D...aiki."

His first name. In Japan, during the summer, he always used his last; but during school, in the States, it always had to be his first. It was habit now.

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"Daiki?" Lia echoed it, but the pronunciation wasn't quite right. Had he been trying to say something else? Babbling something? She was distracted as well.

"Nothing with your name. With keeping you quiet...well some people have suggested you should just be gagged all night. A metal thing they keep in your mouth so you can not bite your tongue. A terrible thing. But I thought I could keep you quiet..." She hopes. Perhaps it would have been easier simply explaining but the orderly definitely wants to see Aomine suffer for biting him. And headbutting him. And everything else.

The skirt of her dress was next, pulled up to show that the stockings visible at her ankles were thigh-highs, held up with ribbons and garters rather than anything more modern. Lia trembled, hesitated, felt the movement of the man at the door. "It is for your own good though. We will make you better and part of making you better...giving you better activities. Your vocabulary will improve." And the orderly wouldn't suffocate him. Maybe.

"How old are you? Where are you from?" Maybe those questions would make more sense to her.

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He nodded, just as distracted. That was his name. But it was followed immediately by shaking his head, stunned by her words. He didn't want to be gagged; he didn't want to be here at all, but it was already bad enough. He was already this helpless. He couldn't bear the thought of more.

But it was hard, as well, to be properly alarmed by it. Not when her top was open and her dress was pulled up and he couldn't deny, anymore, that this wasn't what he was thinking it was. She was going to, where they...was it sex? It had to be. That was what these things meant. ...right? He'd never had sex before, though he knew plenty about women and their anatomy, like any boy his age with an internet connection would know. Aomine bit down on a noise in his throat, shuddering under his blanket. There was no denying now that he was hard, the tent in the sheet humiliating in its prominence and in how little there was that he could do about it.

He was hot, now. Not just warm. "I'm...seventeen. I'm seventeen."

Aomine's voice was thick. He had to swallow before giving his next answer.

"Tokyo." He would've named which part, but the name of the town left him, and didn't come back.

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"Do you know anything about girls? Have you been with them?" Seventeen is so young. Desperately so and too young to have been drafted. But she does recognize the name of the city and Lia froze, staring at him, hoping no one else had overheard.

"You can not say that. You can not...you can not be that. It is just the medicine talking. Do not tell anyone else." They were at war, after all. But the more Lia thinks on it the more obvious it is. She shoved the thoughts away, instead working her dress until it is a ring of fabric around her waist.

She shivered, but not from the temperature. Seventeen. Nearly D'Eon's age really and she must not think of that She must think that this is for the better and if he has something else to do with his tongue he will not use it to get in trouble so much.

Her bra came off. Tossed to the side and Lia kept her back to the orderly. The view was for Aomine, breasts high and firm and her nipples pink and perked up with cold or nerves or whatever else. He couldn't touch, of course, but she at least leaned closer to him with her hands sliding through his hair.

"You will be good for me? And then I can be good to you."

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"I - kind of, a little bit--"

Normally, he'd boast. He had sure as hell boasted to his friends on how far he'd gotten with his ex and how quickly. But it was a stutter when he said it, as shaken as the rest of him, and he would have squirmed from his embarrassment if not for that sudden change.

What?

Why does that matter...?

Aomine would have asked her if she hadn't neatly and permanently blasted those thoughts from his mind. There was her underwear, white like her bra, and the proper-yet-naughty garters that kept her stockings up. There were her bare breasts, the first he'd ever seen in real life, and a moment later they rested oh-so-lightly on his chest, a sheet and nothing more between them and his skin.

He could feel her pert nipples. He nearly choked on his breath. He definitely shivered, hard and all the way down to his bones, and clenched his teeth, his expression tight with surprise, and shock, and helpless arousal.

"I-I...fuck, this is - " Crazy, he almost said. Almost. His cock gave a hard throb and cut him off before he could.

It'd be easy to say yes. It'd be easy. He wanted to. He wanted to. The throbbing in his body wanted him to.

Aomine couldn't say it. But he nodded, the motion jerky and halting.

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"Good enough." That he hopefully at least knows about a little about girls. His body isn't protesting but how could it? She pressed against him easily and she noticed the muscles again. Certainly in good shape and amazing for seventeen.

"I am glad to hear you will strive to behave." She hadn't heard it. He had only nodded but Lia took that as well. She straddled him, sitting on his stomach rather than any lower.

She pressed her chest forward, against his face. Soft. He didn't have a beard to scratch at her. Her skin was warm, flushed a little, and she moved against his mouth. That much would be more obvious, wouldn't it? Instinctive?

Her fingers combed through his short hair and she tried to forget. Tried to get him to forget anyone else was there. "Use your mouth for something more useful than swearing." She would worry about everything else later. Everything that wasn't pressing to keep him sane and safe.

"There...good. Just lick and suck. Do not bite hard..." How much coaching would he need?

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Holy shit.

For a few seconds, he could only be stunned. He'd thought, hoped - but this kind of thing couldn't be real. On top of all the impossible changes, on top of the fact that he was still absolutely certain that this place was abandoned and everyone in it was actually dead, there was this.

Holy shit...

This was every teenage boy's fantasy. This was his fantasy. A beautiful woman, willing and gorgeous, pressing her tits right up against his--

Aomine groaned. He couldn't help it. He groaned and his lips moved over the pliant weight of her breast and it was over. He couldn't not. He couldn't stop himself. All he could do was take a shaky breath and nod again, and then drag his lips purposefully over the swell of one tit, pressing down wetly, clumsily stuck somewhere between a kiss and a suck. It was awkward because his range of motion was so limited; his arms were yanking, restless, because he wanted to touch, not just...but this was good, too. He sucked again, more purposefully, and nuzzled against and between her breasts, and licked along the side of one, shivering, eager, shocked by the treat and dazzled by her smell: sweet, clean, but musky, too. It'd been a long day, she must have sweated at least a little.

He was panting before he even made it to one nipple. He had to roll his head some, soft skin pressing on both of his cheeks and against the bread of his nose, but eventually he pushed and prodded with his chin and was able, finally, to feel the hard peak of her nipple on the bed of his tongue. He groaned again, his cock visibly twitching, and closed his whole mouth around her, tip and areola and all - maybe a little too hard, but he fixes it after a moment. Then it's just long, reverent sucks, each one ending in a heavy, and unsteady, lap of his tongue.

[psalmed]

There was certainly a level of enthusiasm with this. Lia was surprised, half jolted, because it felt good even with that level of clumsiness. There was something sweet about it, something more intense than the rough gropes from a man who got too handsy too quickly. Maybe because he was more appreciative.

He liked it. Had to like it, if his burgeoning erection was any indication. There was relief in that as well because Lia was not sure what protocol was for doing this with someone no matter how bound or how insane they were. Better her than the orderly and, guiltily, she is very glad it is her and not simply for Aomine's sake.

"Aah-that is good." The cry was sharp when he sucked, a little harder than she thought he would. Not painful...but it made heat settle in her groin, spread through her belly at an alarming rate and how long had it been she had felt something like this?

Lia alternated. Let him suck at one breast and guiding him to the other. She pressed tight against his face, enough to nearly smother him, or backed up so he could actually see but would have to mouth at her more than anything else.

He would probably feel her through the sheet. The crotch of her panties getting hotter, wetter, the little twitches of her body against him. She whispered praises, cooed encouragement, all with the strokes to his hair. "How far have you been with a girl?"

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God, god help him, but it was good. He was shocked to hear it from her, knowing as little as he did as to why she was doing this or why it was happening at all, but he didn't think she was wrong. He had no idea how good he was performing but it felt great anyway, and felt even more great to know that she liked it, too.

He could almost forget where he was. He could almost forget that he was strapped to a bed in a place that didn't exist.

"I...this is...the farthest. This is the most I've ever done."

The admission was panted and embarrassed, but honest, and came more easily than any other answers so far. His resistance was crumbling the longer he felt that warm, damp spot spread on the sheet, the sensation causing his skin to prickle and his muscles to seize. His face was hot and sweaty by now, his mouth slick with saliva, but he didn't think about that: he was staring up at her, transfixed, shivering and excited. He was gradually becoming aware of how tight and painful his groin was, but with her tits against his face, or in his mouth, he couldn't care just yet.

After his answer, he tentatively tried his teeth, just a small tug on the tip of her nipple, before, more bold, he tugged a bit harder, pressing down on the nub while licking at it at the same time.

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"I will be gentle on you then." Well, as gentle as she could be. They had an audience. The audience was growing restless with this even though Lia thoroughly enjoyed it. His teeth drew a soft gasp from her lips and then a deeper moan. "Daiki...." A whisper. And the only one he'd get of his name for the time being because no one could know what his name really was.

Her panties were soaked, sticking to her, sticking to the sheet. This had build up, this needed to be done.

She pulled away, reluctant, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth very lightly. Her fingers worked at her underwear and she slipped her panties down and off. The garter belt was left on for practicality. The orderly leered. Lia ignored him.

Beneath the white fabric was a strip of hair, a darker gold than that of the hair on her head but still pale. She had at least taken time to groom and clean up in her room but she could feel her face flush a vibrant color. "Can you...lick me?"

An awkward question. She was already moving up the bed to straddle his shoulders and hope for the best.

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This was...she...

He had...never--

Aomine's brain short-circuited a little bit then. Looking at girls on the internet was one thing; seeing a woman so close that he could feel her heat on his cheeks and his chin was something that was worlds different. His breath caught in his throat and he just...he stared. It was something he couldn't help, either. He stared, almost comically read, and then he panted out a pained, lustful noise, so wound up and so shocked that at first, that was the only answer he could give. He was lucky he could still breathe at all, though every time he did, a warm, saline scent filled his mouth and his nose.

Is this what a woman...

Aomine couldn't even see her as a ghost, right then, though he knew she had to be. She was just Lia and his lower lip trembled from just how much of her he was allowed to see.

For a moment, it almost looked like he wouldn't do it. But after what felt like a life's worth of hesitation, Aomine skipped the part where he answered yes, or nodded, or anything that might make him croak or whimper, and instead opened his mouth and, tentatively, drew his tongue up along the slick line of her cunt.

It's hot.

He swallowed again, his thoughts swimming, his heart going a million miles a heart.

It's so hot...

He licked again, and then again, testing, trying, humiliated by his uncertainty but unwilling to stop. With every slow swipe, his cock gave another hard throb, and by the fourth, he moaned quietly, stricken by lust and squirming in his restraints. He had to lift his head up, a crick pinching in his neck, but that didn't stop him, either, and, breathing in her scent, he dipped his tongue down into her folds, moisture sticking to his lips and pricking on his tastebuds.

There was, by then, a dark spot on the sheet where his cock, so stiff it hurt him, leaked a liberal amount of precome.

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Had she scared him? Perhaps. Lia was close to backing off, to calling the entire thing off, when she realized that he was staring not out of disgust or fear but simply because he didn't know. It humbled her, it made her feel a wave of guilt, but also a wave of pleasure because she was his first. She could be gentle with him. Could teach him more.

"You only..." But he licked then. Lia gasped. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she tugged just a bit, unable to help herself. He licked and it felt amazing. Her clit was swollen, the wetness of her sex flushed with blood and the little licks shouldn't have had her heart pounding but they did.

One hand slid to cup the back of his head, to help take the pressure off. She guided him a little higher, to the nub above, let him explore at his own pace but maybe with a few extra nudges....

She had reached backward to steady herself, fingers contacting with his erection and that made her tighten, made her entire body clench with need. Lia released the air in her lungs in a soft moan. Quiet and delicate, almost demure, except for the way she rubbed against his face for more sensation.

"S-sorry," She claimed after another moment, shaky and uncertain but certainly enjoying all of this, even with their audience.

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Sorry.

Later, maybe, he'd asked her if she was sorry that she was doing this to him, or if she was sorry that she had put him here. It was still her fault, all of it; it'd been her voice, and her touch, and her face that he'd followed here. Was she sorry for the hours he'd been strapped to this bed, screaming for help?

But Aomine couldn't ask about that. He'd forgotten it all. There was fire in his veins, a sluggish sensation like lava, and all he could bring himself to care about was how his tongue felt like it was melting and that dampness was collecting in the hollow under his chin. He didn't even consider the fact that his state could be attributed to anything other than the woman resting on his shoulders, or that the numbness in his brain might be a part of it; instead, he eagerly followed her guidance, his lips bumping against the stiff, hot little button of skin. He sucked in a breath, and then licked her there, too, and closed his lips around to suckle on it like he had suckled on her breasts, gentle at first but too eager and needful to control himself for very long.

Needless to say, her fingers made him jumped. He whimpered against her cunt, his hips twisting, and the drag of the sheet over his cockhead was almost torturous, a drag that titillated but provided no real relief at all. He'd forgotten as well that they were being watched and didn't realize what it must have looked like, all his pitiful squirming with his cock swaying under the blanket, but the need was crawling over him now, smothering him, and he sucked and lapped at her clit desperately, his bedframe rattling from how he pulled at it.

He wanted to hear her moan again. He wanted to touch her, but if he couldn't do that, he wanted to hear more of those sounds.

It wouldn't be enough, he knew that it wouldn't, but still--

[psalmed]

She hadn't meant to touch him that way, either. Hadn't meant to raise his hopes or make that any worse. But it was a normal reaction. A normal physical response even if some of the people who worked here would scold him for that. Or do worse.

Lia felt the frame of the bed rattle. Heard the metallic noise of the joints in it creaking. Aomine was young and strong and big and she wondered if he could rattle the whole thing loose.

It was an idle thought, however. She was too distracted by his lips. The harsher suck at her clit made her gasp, moan out in a low and ragged way, soft and breathy. The noises got more frequent as well. Little whines and quiet moans.

Like before, his efforts were clumsy but more than enough. It had been so long and the stimulation was so good. The situation was good, if she was brutally honest with herself. "Just...only a bit more. Daiki."

It would be a sin. Worse of a sin than this, getting that final pleasure from it, but she couldn't quite resist. That or reaching back and gripping his cock through the bedsheet.