Closet. //kiss me u blue haired fuck
7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! DON’T READ BELOW THE CUT!! My muse has drawn your number! Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.
“Wait, wait, wait… there’s gotta be another w—!”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! Get me outta h—!”
Whatever protests Aomine and Kagami had were promptly cut off by the door slamming in both their faces. Breathing ragged, Aomine pounded his fists on the door, expression set in raging fury before he gave up trying to get someone to open it. He knew something was up when Tetsuya appeared next to him just as he was about ram his fist into Kagami’s face and he nearly decked his former shadow when he had the nerve to suggest Aomine’s rage was an obvious result of his pent up sexual aggression.
It was Satsuki who suggested the game.
It was their off-season and with the extra energy, everyone had gotten together at Kagami’s to blow off a little steam. How she had gotten him to agree to the stupid spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven deal, he couldn’t remember, but he had a distinct feeling the results were doctored while he was fumbling with his beer bottle.
He sensed the incoming contact before Kagami could touch him, grabbing the guy’s hand and whirling to face him, expression mutinous. The redhead’s face was flushed, evident of the copious amounts of liquor he’d consumed. Aomine, himself, couldn’t exactly remember how much he’d drank either, but it was enough to make him lose his balance, toppling over the Kagami’s clumsy form before they both knocked over a broom and a few moving boxes.
“Dai-chan! Are you both okay in there?! What was that crash?!” Satsuki’s voice trilled from behind the door.
Aomine kicked out, the heel of his foot banging against the door. “Shut up, I’m busy!”
“Y-You’re what?!” Now it was Kagami’s voice that rose a noticeable octave, words slightly slurred. “Hey, I didn’t agree to th—”
Tired of all the nagging and troublesome protests, Aomine did the only thing he could do: he kissed him. In all honesty, he was just as surprised as Kagami when the kiss began, but he found that the initial ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ was quickly replaced by ’okay, maybe this shit’s not so bad.’
Kagami struggled at first, eyes wide enough that Aomine thought they were going to pop out of his head. But if he was going to get Satsuki to shut up about his pent-up sexual frustration, he might as well go along with whatever the hell this was.
Using his legs to pin Kagami down, his palm planted itself firmly on the the other’s chest, bearing down on him as the kiss continued. His mouth tried to find a rhythm, but it was difficult with the redhead squirming beneath him like a dog in heat. He tasted the alcohol on Kagami’s breath, pungent and somewhat overpowering. It made him a little more aware of what he must taste like, but with the way Kagami’s hand snaked up his nape and the insistent tug of his hair, Aomine was pretty sure his rival didn’t mind it at all. Probably liked it, even.
His tongue traced the split of Kagami’s lips, teeth scoring along the edge of the bottom tier before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Smirking at the muffled ‘shit!’ Kagami managed into the kiss, Aomine took it as something akin to approval as his tongue gained entrance into the warmth of his mouth. Kagami moaned then, uninhibited and low despite the fact that they were both guys and he was almost sure the redhead had never done this with someone sporting a dick before either.
“Seven minutes are up! How about you both join us back outs—” Satsuki’s chipper voice halted abruptly as she opened the door.
Aomine turned his head, the bright light from the living room momentarily blinding him. The others were gathered around Satsuki, their jaws sweeping the floor as they gawked at the scene.
“Fuck your seven minutes. Find another closet. This one’s occupied." Without another word, he toed the edge of the door and slammed it in her face.
