Recently, Kise had discovered something weird— he loved sniffing Aomine.

The smell that came from Aomine seemed to intoxicate him.

Sometimes, Kise felt that if he wouldn't stop inhaling Aomine, his knees would give way.

But he couldn't do anything. He was addicted; aroused by just a whiff.

It wasn't a perfume or cologne. It was all Aomine— the manly, delicious, lusty smell of Aomine.

Particularly after they would do it; Kise realized that he loved remaining in the blunette's arms; letting his entirety get enveloped in his lover's enchanting smell.

Aomine's smell was Kise's drug— and he loved it.