It was...on purpose. He was doing it on purpose. Even though Tim didn't so much as issue a verbal command or use any kind of signal that Aomine could detect, when that tendril slipped across his chest a second time, making him jump and hiss, he knew Tim was behind it. He could see it in his cool, focused expression, because for the first time since all of this had started, the bastard was actually looking at him. It wasn't that distant, empty regard that he'd earned every time he'd tried some new harassment on him in an effort to get a rise out of him; he was finally, finally paying attention to Aomine and everything he was doing, from how he bit his lip and swore to how his face lit with increasing alarm.
Tim's mouth was bad enough. It was already making him twitch, fear and heat spiking through him at the same time, all accompanied by irrational thoughts: was this going to taint him? Was he going to be a vampire, now? Or...fuck, his servant? That was even worse. And did he really think that, or was he just giving in to the roiling, unavoidable distress?
Aomine was shaking outright when Tim's hand nudged at the tentacles on his chest, and he made a noise when he felt that light, pinching grip on his other nipple. It was a noise he'd never heard out of his own mouth before, a faint, overwhelmed whine touched with confusion, because he shouldn't have felt it so strongly. It shouldn't have made his knees feel so weak when Tim started to tease him there, the inconsequential caress of his fingertip playing his agitated nerves like a finely tuned instrument.
"I won't let you...just - " It was just his nipples. It was just his mouth. He was tougher than this. It was barely anything. "You won't get off scott free. I'll make damn sure you...fucking...pay..."
The heavy thudding of his pulse sank down through his body. It dropped low and settled into his hips, dragging heat along with it. It was a feeling he knew. He knew what it meant.
That was why his eyes closed at the end of his little speech, expression tight with strain as he tried - and failed - to control his growing erection.
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Date: 2014-06-27 08:55 pm (UTC)Tim's mouth was bad enough. It was already making him twitch, fear and heat spiking through him at the same time, all accompanied by irrational thoughts: was this going to taint him? Was he going to be a vampire, now? Or...fuck, his servant? That was even worse. And did he really think that, or was he just giving in to the roiling, unavoidable distress?
Aomine was shaking outright when Tim's hand nudged at the tentacles on his chest, and he made a noise when he felt that light, pinching grip on his other nipple. It was a noise he'd never heard out of his own mouth before, a faint, overwhelmed whine touched with confusion, because he shouldn't have felt it so strongly. It shouldn't have made his knees feel so weak when Tim started to tease him there, the inconsequential caress of his fingertip playing his agitated nerves like a finely tuned instrument.
"I won't let you...just - " It was just his nipples. It was just his mouth. He was tougher than this. It was barely anything. "You won't get off scott free. I'll make damn sure you...fucking...pay..."
The heavy thudding of his pulse sank down through his body. It dropped low and settled into his hips, dragging heat along with it. It was a feeling he knew. He knew what it meant.
That was why his eyes closed at the end of his little speech, expression tight with strain as he tried - and failed - to control his growing erection.