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Isagi was content to keep kissing Kaiser on a sofa, in a lounge room that was part of a banquet hall. Maybe do something about the throbbing below. But as soon as Isagi licked at that rose tattoo on Kaiser’s neck he heard people laughing from the corridor.
The reality of being in a public place came crashing down and Isagi immediately turned to look at the door.
“It’s locked,” Kaiser reassured, sliding his hand further up Isagi’s back. At some point he had gotten them under his shirt.
“I’d rather not continue this here though.” The idea that someone—especially someone they might know—could walk in on them was mortifying.
“Hmm.” Kaiser thrusted up and Isagi groaned, burying his face into the jerk’s neck. Kaiser purrs, “What are we gonna do about this little problem then.”
Crap. They were both hard. Isagi didn’t think a taxi would accept two guys with obvious hard-ons in their cab. He didn’t have the audacity to even venture a try at that..Kaiser might honestly but not Isagi.
“We can take care of that right now and continue back at our hotel,” Kaiser offered, his grin evident in his voice.
…Isagi did not want to admit how appealing that offer sounded as he had been ignoring his dick the entire time. “Goddammit,” he mutters, clenching at Kaiser’s shoulders. Why here and now!
When Kaiser suddenly grinds against him Isagi has to bite his lip as the sensation runs deliciously up his back. Kaiser’s hands then move to grope at Isagi’s ass and it causes a low moan to release as he continues to rub their clothed erections together. “C’mon Yoichi,” he whispers. “I know you want to.” The last of Isagi’s self restraint snaps when he feels Kaiser groan into his shoulder.
“Fuck!” Why is it Kaiser that makes him feel so weak?! Isagi pulls back to look at him. “Make it quick, asshole.”
“You’re letting me take the lead?”
Isagi scowls, “Do it before I change my mind.”
Kaiser grins again. “With pleasure.”
The bastard makes quick work of unraveling both of their ties, unbuttoning their tuxedo jackets and the dress shirts underneath. Isagi wants to ask why and the question must be written on his face because Kaiser says, “Do you want a visible stain on your tux for all to see?”
Isagi's cheeks warmed. “No you jerk.”
Kaiser leans forward, till their chests touch, and nips at his chin. “Do you still need to call me names like that?”
“What else am I gonna call you?”
“My given name works.”
“Gross.” Most likely to get back at Isagi for that comment, Kaiser slides a hand down his bulge and squeezes. Isagi hisses before tightly closing his mouth, not wanting to give Kaiser the satisfaction of hearing him moan again.
It causes Kaiser to chuckle instead. “You gave me the lead, I have your dick in my hand,” which he starts to move up and down slowly, “yet you still refuse to give yourself over fully.”
It felt good. All of it. Having those ocean blue eyes only on him, seeing those kiss swollen lips that he caused, that hand giving his dick the attention it craved. If they were in the privacy of their hotel room maybe Isagi would have given in to the pleasure and let Kaiser have his way. What kept Isagi from succumbing was knowing that there were potential people on the other side of that door and he did not want anyone to hear, or see, him in such an intimate manner.
“And I said to make i-it,” he grunts when Kaiser squeezes again, “quick.”
“Fine, fine. Later though,” he says as he pulls Isagi’s pants zipper down, “I will make your voice hoarse and needing a day to recover.”
Isagi scoffs, “Doesn’t sound any different from sharing the same field as you in an important match.” Or so he says but it honestly sent shivers down Isagi’s spin.
Kaiser smirks, now freeing his cock from his briefs. “That’s a challenge I’m more than willing to accept.” Suddenly Kaiser touches Isagi’s lips with his other hand. “Open your mouth.”
Isagi complies, knowing what Kaiser wants, and starts to lick at the two fingers placed on his tongue. They haven’t begun anything significant yet but Isagi burns—feeling aflame—with Kaiser’s eyes on him as he sucks and laps at those two digits. With neither talking the wet sounds his lips were making amplified, some drool starting to escape his mouth. Isagi would be embarrassed but when a finger got pushed against a spot under his tongue he had to groan, biting lightly into Kaiser’s knuckles.
This intrigued Kaiser greatly, his eyes seeming to shine. “A sensitive mouth. I’ll remember that.” He then pulls his hand back to lick from palm to the other untouched fingers a few times before grabbing ahold of his dick. Isagi jolts slightly, glancing down to see Kaiser’s dick now pressed up against his own, his hand wrapping around them both. He didn’t even notice Kaiser had unzipped his pants.
All thoughts left Isagi’s mind when Kaiser’s thumb began drawing loops on the tip, smearing precum. And maybe he would have continued to think of nothing, only waiting in anticipation for the inevitable pleasure that was to come. If Kaiser hadn’t said, “Tell me, Yoichi,” as he began to move his hand slowly down their lengths. “When was the last time you came?”
“W-what,” Isagi choked, taken aback by the sudden question.
“Was it by your own hand,” he says leisurely, like he isn’t giving Isagi the slowest handjob ever, “or someone else’s.” Isagi hisses when Kaiser unexpectedly tightens his grip. It didn’t hurt but the anticipation might actually kill him.
“My own hand,” Isagi almost spits, not thinking too deeply about the question as all his mind—his dick—wanted was to feel mind numbing friction that Kaiser wasn’t giving. So he glowers, “Start moving your hand or I’ll fucking bite you.” Not a creative threat but it was all Isagi could think of in his hazy mind that only wanted.
Kaiser laughs. “You’ve already bitten me a few times tonight. What’s one more.”
“I’ve bitten you in places no one could see,” Isagi corrects. He then touches the side of Kaiser’s neck. “If you don’t hurry it up I’ll leave a bite mark on this tattoo here, hard enough to bleed. I’m sure it’ll cause a frenzy within your fans and break more than a few hearts at the thought of the great Micheal Kaiser being taken.”
One side of Kaiser’s mouth quirks up, the threat only inciting interest. “Sounds fun.” He then tilts his head, offering Isagi his neck. “Have at it.”
“Kaiser.” As tempting as that offer was now wasn’t the time.
The bastard smiles before capturing his lips in another kiss as his hand finally starts to move at a faster pace. Isagi groans into Kaiser’s mouth, throwing his arms around Kaiser’s shoulders and falling into his chest for support. Kaiser’s hand was bigger than his own, evident by the fact that he was holding both their lengths, and it was exactly what Isagi wanted at the moment.
Something quick, arousing and to the point. He’s never done anything like this before with another person since football was Isagi’s whole life; it didn't leave much room for other things, like romance and dating. An obvious lack of sexual experience too. So it felt good, extremely good, to feel Kaiser’s dick against his own, his hand setting up a pace to his liking.
Isagi had to moan—Kaiser's lips moving to swallow the sound—when his other hand unexpectedly teased the slit. Isagi then breaks away to lean his forehead against Kaiser’s. Heat was starting to build in his stomach and the pressure distracted him from breathing properly.
“If you didn’t rush the process I would’ve liked to suck this pretty cock of ours~”
Isagi’s eyes snapped open, pulling back slightly to have a better view of Kaiser. That infuriating, handsome, face still looked so pleased with jerking them off despite his words. That heat flared up more when he realized Kaiser probably never took his eyes off Isagi, even when they were kissing. Yeah, he thought, feels like something Kaiser would do.
Why he found that so attractive…definitely had to do with Kaiser himself.
“You still can later.” He smirks. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees in front of me.”
“Dangerous words to someone who has an important item of yours within their grasp.” To prove his point Kaiser stopped moving his hand to tighten his grip at the base of Isagi’s cock. He inadvertently let out a low whine of protest that had him looking away from Kaiser’s ever watchful eyes.
The bastard immediately closes the space between them again and licks up the side of Isagi’s face to his ear. “But for you I can easily break that rule.”
The image of Michael Kaiser on his knees in front of Isagi came to mind. It made his cock ache with need and his fingers digging into Kaiser’s shoulder blades. “Show me,” the words leaving his mouth before he even processed them.
“Thought you wanted it quick~”
Ugh. “I hate you.” Why is he attracted to this nuisance?
“I’ve known for a long time now that means you love me.” Isagi felt his eye twitch. The teasing remarks never end, do they.
“I fucking hate you and I want you to suck my dick.”
“This honest Yoichi has got to be my favourite.” Isagi can hear the glee in his voice and it irked him in a way only Kaiser could. Maybe if Kaiser’s looks weren’t exactly Isagi’s type he wouldn’t suffer this way. Has suffered and tried to ignore for years.
Not wanting to ask again and play along with Kaiser’s banter he decided to be 100 percent truthful, as Kaiser liked it..Okay, 95 percent. “If you’re not gonna suck me off then I guess you won’t be taking my first blow job. I can always see if Sae–”
Kaiser suddenly maneuvered their positions, pushing Isagi off his lap and onto the sofa. The breath gets knocked out of Isagi unexpectedly as his back hits the cushion. In no time Kaiser is there, hovering over him, smile no longer visible and eyes dark. “Funny that you think I’m letting anyone take mein schatz.”
Isagi doesn’t know German, spent most of his time learning and perfecting his English, but hanging around German players all the time meant he picked up on a few words. Kaiser definitely called Isagi a term of endearment. And if it warmed his heart? He’ll blame his neglected cock if Kaiser questions why his face feels hot.
“And for mentioning that asshole I will give you a blow job, but you won’t be seeing me on my knees for it.” Isagi wanted to complain (what a terrible tease for giving him that image and not fulfilling it) but it was getting increasingly difficult to ignore the insistent throbbing between his legs. So it was a relief to feel Kaiser kiss his way down Isagi’s collarbone and chest, if a bit forcefully.
Isagi then has to groan when the bastard takes one of his nipples into his mouth, licking and nibbling at it while he plays with the other. “This foreplay is nice,” Isagi mutters, “but can we save it for another time.”
Kaiser actually listens and positions himself better within Isagi’s legs, grabbing hold of his member again. “So cute and red,” he murmurs and Isagi wants to say well who’s fault is that, but the words die in his throat when Kaiser licks up the underside of his length. While Isagi would like to lay down and enjoy the pleasurable sparks that are igniting across his body as Kaiser’s tongue plays with the head, he also wants to burn this image in his mind to keep forever. So he props himself up on his forearms to get a clear view of the bastard as he leaves a few wet kisses down the length of him.
Kaiser flicks his gaze back up and maintains eye contact with Isagi as he starts to swallow his cock. The moan that rips out of him is the loudest yet but Isagi doesn’t care as his senses are engulfed by the warmth of Kaiser’s mouth. Before Isagi could even take a breath, maybe calm his racing heart, Kaiser continues swallowing him whole—right to the base.
And Isagi knows this moment is the most he’s ever been so turned on. It clouds his mind as arousal settles deep in his bones, Kaiser’s blown wide eyes and the heated intensity swarming in them are probably a reflection of Isagi’s own. It causes a tinge of regret at how stubborn he previously was, ignoring his feelings for this German annoyance.
But those thoughts disappear when Kaiser starts to move. The warmth and wetness of his mouth, and the pace he sets up, has Isagi’s chest rising and falling quickly and fighting the urge to close his eyes to the sensations rolling through him in waves.
When Kaiser fondles his sack Isagi covers his mouth with a hand to muffle the sound that bubbles up again. Isagi’s learning, unwillingly, that he is vocal in bed. And from the smugness radiating off of Kaiser, he’s loving that tidbit. It has Isagi wanting to find out Kaiser’s sexual habits, to exploit them to his liking.
Not long after, as Kaiser did something wicked with his tongue, the pressure in Isagi’s stomach that had continued to rise was reaching its tipping point. “Kai-iser,” Isagi stuttered, needing to grip at something that wasn’t a sofa cushion. He settled for bunching the shoulder of Kaiser’s jacket, giving it a tug to direct his attention to him. “I’m close.”
Instead of backing off, maybe finishing Isagi with another handjob, Kaiser sped up his pace. It had Isagi’s toes curling and groaning, “Wait Kaiser—”
The bastard doesn’t stop. Only dug his fingers into Isagi’s hips to keep him down (Isagi didn’t even realize he was lifting them). Before he could warn Kaiser again he felt a hand slide into his, fingers slotting together easily. It threw Isagi off for a moment but not even two seconds later he clenched that hand back, with a shout of “Kaiser!” as his release overcame him.
Isagi couldn’t say how long the euphoric haze that swept through him took, could have been a few seconds or maybe a couple minutes. Just that it felt unbelievably amazing, completely different from how he got himself off. Isagi slowly came back to his senses and blinked a few times (when did he close his eyes?) Only to be greeted with a proud looking Kaiser looming above him.
“As much as I absolutely loved that, it would’ve been perfect if you screamed my name instead.”
…Of course. Kaiser brought him to a state of cloud nine and just as easily shot him back down to reality. Isagi shouldn’t be surprised but that didn’t stop the urge to punch his annoyance. So he did, in the shoulder.
“Ow,” Kaiser groaned, “what was that for?”
Instead of answering, Isagi used the distraction (i.e Kaiser’s momentary pain) to flip them around so that Isagi was on top, leaning onto Kaiser. “I’ve never done anything like this, and since we’re in a hurry, I’m not going to learn now. So you’re only getting my hand.”
Kaiser scoffs, “What, you a virgin?”
“Yes.”
Isagi doesn’t miss the way Kaiser’s eyes widen. “…Seriously?”
“Why would I lie about it.”
Kaiser curses in German. “With how obsessed everyone was with you during Blue Lock I thought..” he mutters to himself.
Isagi rolled his eyes. “You thought wrong. The only thing everyone, including myself, had on the mind then was becoming the best striker.”
“Still..” Kaiser shakes his head a little before placing a hand on the back of Isagi’s neck. “Whatever. Just means I get to teach you instead.”
Isagi can feel the smile as Kaiser kisses him. Even the excitement he exuded. It distracted Isagi briefly until he noticed that Kaiser tasted different, bitter. When the realization came Isagi pulled away with a “You swallowed it?!” Wiping at his lips, scandalized.
Kaiser laughs, “Did you expect me to spit it out on the carpet?”
Isagi could feel his ears warm, not knowing if he was supposed to find Kaiser swallowing his release sexy or not. He settled with, “I don’t know!”
Kaiser pulled him back down as he said, “Since you said it was your first I had to. Now that I know you don’t have any experience I’ll make sure to show you a good time.”
Before Kaiser could kiss him again Isagi replied with, “So if I had experience you wouldn’t ‘show me a good time?’”
This time Kaiser rolled his eyes. “You know that isn’t true. Regardless of experience, the time you’ll spend with me will be unforgettable.”
Isagi never doubted that. Kaiser had a way of leaving an impact on anyone he encountered. Their first meeting being a prime example.
Isagi, not wanting to taste himself again, bypassed Kaiser’s mouth to drag his tongue up the thorny stem of that striking blue rose. Kaiser’s length, that Isagi ran a tentative hand along, was larger than his own, more girth, that he wondered if he could fit it all in his mouth. Something to test out later. He felt Kaiser’s breath hitch in his throat when he began playing with the precum that had built up, copying what Kaiser had done to him.
An idea formulates as Isagi kisses and sucks Kaiser’s neck. A bit of a mean one but he figured Kaiser might actually like it. So he whispers, “We’ve already taken up too much time here, so let’s finish this and leave.”
“Wha—ah!” Kaiser flinches as Isagi starts to jerk him off, with only the precum as lubricant. “Shit, Yoichi!”
Isagi chuckles. “We can stop if you like.”
Kaiser narrows his eyes up at him, not saying a word. Not stopping Isagi’s hand either. A smirk forms, he was right.
“You fucking virgin,” Kaiser hisses before yanking Isagi in for a harsh kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, sloppy with no rhythm to it. A kiss they would’ve shared before Isagi realized his feelings, probably. Why that thought sent flutters through his stomach and had him moving his hand faster on Kaiser’s dick…Well, what a match they were, he thought distantly.
Kaiser is the first to break away. “You suck at this.”
Isagi smiles. “Guess you’ll have to be a good teacher then.”
Kaiser grimaces, “You’re lucky I like you.” And holds back a grunt when Isagi unexpectedly digs his fingers into Kaiser’s thigh, lifting it to lean against his waist.
Isagi can see the sweat on Kaiser’s temples as well as the rise and fall of his chest. Despite Kaiser’s words he isn’t putting a stop to this. And he could easily, if he wanted to. That was Isagi’s reasoning for not slowing down or feeling bad for Kaiser.
Isagi’s eyes drift back to that tattoo, noticing red blooming under the blue. It wasn’t teeth marks but if someone got a clear side profile photo of Kaiser, they would know it’s a hickey. While that embarrassed Isagi briefly—they weren’t teenagers anymore—it also tempted him to do more. To show the outside world that Michael Kaiser is no longer available, he’s taken. And why not, Isagi already learned that he can be possessive (and Kaiser liked it).
So he started to kiss and lick at Kaiser’s neck again, groping the muscular thigh in his hand before sliding up to his ass, the one Isagi knew a multitude of people wanted. A new thrill seemed to rush through Isagi, to mark and claim Germany’s precious prodigy.
A hand grabbed hold of Isagi’s hair, gripping tightly as Kaiser murmurs, “I’m keeping a pack of lube in my wallet from now on.”
Isagi chuckles, “Surprised you don’t already.”
“Shitty virgin.”
“Second-rate.”
Before Kaiser could counter back, Isagi sinks his teeth into that rose-covered neck. Kaiser let out a sound of pleasured pain, a mixture between a hiss and a moan. Once Isagi tasted copper he pulled back and lapped over the wound. It had the desired effect Isagi was hoping for, Kaiser arching up into him and clawing at his back.
One last push.
And it’ll be so easy. With a smile Isagi whispered into Kaiser’s ear.
“Michael.”
In no time Kaiser threw his head back with a groaned “Yoichi,” his release warm and splattering between their stomachs. Isagi didn’t stop his hand, helping Kaiser ride through the afterwaves.
Fuck. Isagi could already tell he was going to become addicted to seeing that blessed out look on Kaiser’s face. An expression so intimate and beautiful that he’d want to recreate it as many times as possible, in many different variations.
The wheels in Isagi’s mind had begun to spin, thinking of how to go about it, what they could do next, that he didn’t notice Kaiser flinched slightly in his hold, not until he said, “Enough. My neck is killing me, I don’t need overstimulation on top of that.”
Isagi let go of the softening cock in his hand with a boyish smile, “Sorry.” His hand, and their stomachs, were covered in essence. Curiosity grew as he stared at the mess on his fingers.
“‘Does it taste different from mine?’” Kaiser imitated Isagi’s voice. He grinned, “Try it.”
Isagi glowered, “I do not sound like that.” But, god, he was curious. Before Isagi could change his mind, he licked at a few of his fingertips. And shuddered as he swallowed. “Foul.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
Isagi didn’t bother with a reply, instead taking out the décor handkerchief from his breast pocket to wipe them up. “Aw Yoichi, I was hoping you’d lick me clean.”
The urge to shove the balled handkerchief down Kaiser’s throat..Resist, if only because Isagi already did damage to his body minutes prior. He placed the used handkerchief into Kaiser’s pant pocket instead.
Isagi detangled himself from the bastard and got off the sofa to start fixing his tux. As he bottomed himself back up, he noted that Kaiser made the right call to expose their chests, no stains.
Once finished he turned to Kaiser, ready to leave, just as he let out a hiss of pain. Isagi’s eyes dropped to the wound, it appeared the shirt collar rubbed against it. “Regret giving me the go ahead to bite you? I didn’t even think if it’ll scar and mess up your tatto–woah!”
Kaiser had pulled Isagi back onto his lap. Those eyes, a lighter shade from Isagi’s own, stared at him. “Do you regret it?” And it was a multifaceted question. About them. What they did together here. What’s to come.
Without hesitation Isagi replied, “Not even a little bit.”
The smile that broke across Kaiser’s face was the brightest Isagi has ever seen to date. “Good. I feel the same way,” he said as he wrapped an arm around Isagi’s waist, the other holding his hand again.
“You sure?” Isagi had to ask one last time, squeezing the hand in his. “You're gonna get an explosion of dating speculations from our fans and the media, teasing remarks from our teammates, and an excruciating earful from your management about ‘the public image.’”
“You know I get a new dating rumor every change of the season,” true, Isagi stopped reading the articles after a few in, “let the masses talk about this one that actually matters.” Kaiser snickers. “Besides, I like that everyone will know I’m ‘taken~’”
Isagi’s cheeks burned at the word he used earlier in the heat of the moment. He leaned his forehead on Kaiser’s shoulder so he couldn’t see how red Isagi got. Yet didn’t say anything to deny Kaiser’s comment and let himself feel the happiness that swept through him. He will definitely be reading the next headline this time.