these fragile tears

by juryrouge

Summary:

Kaiser can't get the image of Isagi crying out of his head. And it all spirals from there.

Notes:

i just wanted to practice my smut writing and write about isagi getting wrecked. idk what happened lol

if anyone has any feedback, or smutty kiis tropes they'd like to see, feel free to let me know

-jury

“This is so embarrassing,” Isagi mutters, hiding his face in his hand as his cheeks begin to darken to a beautiful shade of pink.

Isagi’s mother, Iyo, laughs lightly, ruffling his hair as she passes by them. “Aw, I think it’s cute! Don’t you want Michael to see?”

“No,” Isagi responds immediately, glancing at him. His bangs are sticking up slightly, his chin is raised, and the frown marring his face speaks more to fluster than fury.

Kaiser ignores the look, tossing an arm around Isagi's shoulders and forcing him to lean against his chest. “I, for one, would love to see them, ma’am.”

Iyo and Isagi’s father, Issei, chuckle at Isagi’s whines of protest. “How many times do I have to say, you don’t have to call me ‘ma’am,’ Michael? You can call me Iyo,” she says with a considerate smile. “Or even mom if you want to!”

“Just one more time, ma’am,” Kaiser replies charmingly, and Iyo’s eyes crinkle as her mouth forms a genuine grin.

Isagi subtly elbows his ribs and Kaiser’s grip around his shoulders tightens.

Kaiser and Isagi have been dating for a few years now and living together for a little more than a year. As dual aces for Bastard München and world-class strikers, they spend most of their days practicing in Munich or traveling for matches, which leaves time for little else. With their hectic schedules and the time zone difference between Germany and Japan, it’s difficult for Isagi to talk with his parents. Even rarer still when he’s able to visit them in Saitama.

The first time Kaiser had met Isagi’s parents was right after the Neo Egoist League had ended, the day before he would be flying back to Munich, when he’d shown up at Isagi’s house unannounced and “requested” a tour of his prefecture. His parents had been sweet and very impressed by him, eager to invite him inside as he handed Iyo a bouquet of blue roses and a bottle of his favorite, expensive wine. He caught Isagi scowling as he walked down the staircase and smirked. But once his parents had been beguiled by him, it was easy to strong arm Isagi into meeting his demands. At the end of the day, once the moon had long since reached its perch in the star scattered sky, Kaiser had given Isagi his phone number.

Later, when Kaiser found out that Isagi’s parents had watched every episode of Blue Lock TV, he would find their easy acceptance of him to be both strange and fascinating.

Since then, Kaiser has met Isagi’s parents a handful of times. Twice when they were visiting Isagi in Munich, excited to watch his professional soccer games. Once when Kaiser crashed a Blue Lock reunion party and then decided to sleep over at Isagi’s house after he got bored of Barou and Nagi yelling at each other over a glass of spilled sake. And once, hilariously, at a random park in Tokyo when he happened to be in the area for a modeling sponsorship. Somewhere along the way, he and Isagi had started dating and their meetings had become more official and frequent.

Kaiser’s greeted them over the phone quite a few times when he’s cooking dinner and Isagi’s parents are just waking up. And they’re always so excited to chat with him, asking him how he’s doing, if the weather in Munich is nice, whether he’s giving himself enough time to rest. Even how Isagi is treating him, to which Kaiser’s answer is always “he treats me like an emperor, I’m grateful to be with him” just so he can watch Isagi exasperatedly roll his eyes as he tries not to blush.

Iyo and Issei are… incredibly kind and decent people. And they genuinely love their son.

What a novel concept.

They love him too. Tattoos and dyed hair and all.

Isagi’s parents are supportive and encouraging and respectful, and Isagi himself adores them. They all have a great open and honest relationship with one another. It’s all incredibly… healthy.

Suspiciously so. It had taken Kaiser a long time to think otherwise because from his experience, there’s no way families are just that decent and happy. There has to be something hidden in the shadows of all the smiling family portraits. A secret of madness or horror or shame dancing beneath the surface just waiting for someone to look through the curtains. A string fraying at the edges, waiting to be pulled, cut, snapped, unraveling until everything falls apart.

Something is wrong. Something bad is going to happen. Something-

But it’s been years. And sometimes, there’s a part of Kaiser that’s still waiting, breath bated, for something to drop. Most of the time, he’s learned to let himself relax in their home. Maybe one day Kaiser will actually take Iyo up on her offer of calling her “mom.”

Maybe.

Kaiser can’t help but want to charm them, want them to accept him, even if it annoys the fuck out of Isagi. Honestly, annoying Isagi is simply another perk that comes with it.

They were able to take time away from their busy schedules to visit Isagi’s parents for a week, and near the end of their stay, while lounging in the living room after a well-cooked dinner, Iyo brings out the family photo albums.

Isagi is still huffing in protest as Iyo opens the first one. Kaiser can read Isagi well enough to know it’s mostly for show, and his parents can too; because Kaiser also knows that if Isagi genuinely has a problem with it, his parents would immediately put the albums away and apologize.

Because they’re healthy and considerate like that. Insane.

The first photos are of Isagi as a baby, big blue doe-eyes and huge chubby cheeks. He still has the same hair sprout he does in the photos, but as a baby, it stuck straight up in cute tufts. He’s hugging a spiny lobster plushie that’s just as big as he is, an excited grin on his face.

In the next photo, baby Isagi’s hugging the plushie even tighter, hands scrunched into little fists and lips wobbling. And in the next one, he’s sobbing outright, fat tears dribbling down his cheeks and his mouth opened wide as he cries.

“Aw, Yocchan! Look how cute you were,” Iyo says, a reminiscent smile on her face. “We should really look through these more.”

“Ah, I remember that day,” Issei says fondly, fiddling with his glasses. “You loved playing with my camera, but you’d get scared and cry whenever it flashed.”

Isagi’s shooting him subtle glances, shoulders tense beneath his touch. Kaiser rubs at them as he smirks and says, “Yoichi, you never told me you were afraid of cameras. I would have protected you from all those press conferences and big, mean reporters.”

“I’m not afraid of cameras!” Isagi responds as his eyes narrow, glaring at him outright. “I was scared of the loud flashing noise. And I got over that when I was a toddler.”

“Oh, Yocchan, it’s okay,” Iyo says placatingly as she turns to another page of the album. “Michael’s just trying to be sweet.”

Isagi, who can clearly see right through his bullshit, mutters, “Yeah, I’m sure he is.”

Iyo and Issei go through his baby photos. They’re all completely adorable. Some are with his parents holding him up and waving at the camera, others in places like gardens or parks. He usually has puffy cheeks, ruffled hair, and large blue eyes.

Isagi is crying in almost every single photo.

“Aw, you used to be such a crybaby. Don’t you remember, Yocchan?” His mother laughs as they get to the toddler photos.

“Mom,” Isagi hisses, rubbing his neck and looking away.

“I think it was cute! You used to be so scared of everything. The flashes of lightning during a storm. Anyone who looked really tall. Small bugs on the ground. When people would yell,” Iyo says, laughing with the memories. “And you used to call to your mama and ask me to hold you. Ah, you were so precious.”

Isagi groans.

Kaiser pats him in a manner that should be comforting. “Don’t worry, Yocchan. I still think you’re precious.”

Isagi gives him a sweet smile. He leans in closely and whispers underneath his breath, “Sleep with one eye open tonight.”

“Now if only you were afraid of poor grades,” Issei says, belly-laughing with Iyo.

Isagi slaps his forehead and sighs loudly. Kaiser keeps patting his shoulder, amusement washing over him.

They’re continuing through the albums, Iyo regaling him with stories associated with each one. Baby Isagi when he fell off a swing, when he felt startled at a creepy looking tree, when he got scared of his own shadow.

Iyo gets to a photo of Isagi, around the age of four, holding a brand new soccer ball. “Do you remember this? You were begging to play the sport, haha. You wanted to be just like Noel Noa.”

Issei nods along. “You used to cry whenever you were watching one of his games and I wanted to change the channel to watch the news.”

Kaiser’s definitely a better soccer player than Noel Noa now.

It’s around that point when the photos of little Isagi crying begin to fade and a bright-eyed boy with a polite smile takes his place. He’s running through grassy fields, arms swinging as he chases after a soccer ball, and posture more confident as he stands next to his parents.

No longer is he trying to hide his tears behind small, closed fists.

“Yocchan eventually grew out of his crying phase, but we have plenty of cute photos of him playing with his first soccer ball,” Iyo says, picking up the next photo album. He looks so happy playing soccer, eyes sparkling and cheeks pink from how hard he’s grinning. This is the same boy who devoured everything in his path during the Blue Lock Project and beyond. The same boy who became one of the world’s greatest strikers. Almost as good as him.

Isagi seems less embarrassed by these photos, leaving Kaiser’s embrace to flip through an album on his own. He tells him about his most memorable goals from when he was a kid and the time he almost tripped over a ball and slammed into the opponent’s goalpost.

“It’s so fun watching children at that age play when everyone’s trying to learn the sport and how to move their limbs properly. As your mom, I’m not trying to be biased, but I will say that you always shined amongst your peers~” Iyo gushes and giggles at Isagi’s embarrassed expression. She turns towards him and asks, “When did you get into soccer, Michael? You’re so good, you’ve probably played your whole life.”

Kaiser knows he is that good, but he can’t help but preen under her words.

He remembers dirty streets. A tattered, ruined soccer ball. And a makeshift goal made out of a garbage can and a street sign. “I’ve played for as long as I can remember,” Kaiser answers after a moment.

“Oh! Send me some photos, would you, dear?” Iyo asks imploringly. “We can add them to the family photo album.”

He ignores the curious look Isagi is burning into him.

Kaiser’s certain that the first photo ever taken of him was when he joined Bastard München, but he nods agreeably. “I’ll see what I can do.”

As the night continues on, the half moon crossing the endless sky, Isagi’s parents eventually retire to their room into the first few pages of a middle school photo album. Iyo had been right. Maybe Kaiser’s biased too, but Isagi really does outshine everyone else on the field. Even within a static photo, Kaiser can see how he’s grown into a quiet confidence with a solid command of the field and plenty of potential.

Isagi doesn’t talk much about his time in high school before he joined Blue Lock. Is this the kind of person the program had built off to turn Isagi into who he is today?

Kaiser’s reaching for the next album when Isagi decides it’s time they should head to bed too.

“C’mon, we already have an early flight,” Isagi says, stifling his yawn. “And we’ll have to wake up earlier to fit in your stupid morning routine.”

Kaiser’s morning routine, which consisted of him standing naked in front of a mirror and stating positive affirmations, is decidedly not stupid. “You love any excuse to see me naked,” Kaiser replies, but nonetheless, gets off the couch. “Don’t try to deny it, Yoichi.”

“Lies,” Isagi responds immediately. “And don’t touch any of my Noel Noa merch.”

Most of his merch collection’s in their apartment in Munich, but Isagi still keeps some of it here. “You don’t have to remind me of that every single night,” Kaiser grumbles.

“I do because every time I turn my back, you’re doing something suspicious,” Isagi hisses, giving Kaiser a piercing look.

Well-

Isagi’s getting ready for bed in the bathroom. He can hear the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of a light breeze as a tree branch sways against the window. Kaiser, after hiding a few Noa figurines in a potted plant, lies on Isagi’s childhood bed. It’s a bit too small for him and certainly a tight fit for the both of them, with Isagi practically having to lie on top of him.

But a part of Kaiser finds himself liking the smallness. It’s warm and inviting. The same way Isagi’s room feels with all his nicknacks and awards and clutter. The same way the entire house feels with the smells of a home cooked meal and the hum of a show playing in another room. The same way Iyo and Issei are.

Warm and inviting when Kaiser is expecting -- has learned to look out for -- cold and imposing.

It’s homey.

Kaiser gets settled on Isagi’s bed. Finding out Isagi used to be a crybaby is both adorable and amusing, and it’ll give him plenty of ammunition for months to come. He tries to imagine Isagi with some of those same fears now. Just picturing Isagi crying because he’s surrounded by taller soccer players is so comical, it’s almost enough to almost make Kaiser burst out laughing.

The Isagi he knows would never do something like that. He admires players with better physiques. And he hasn’t noticed him react to things like bugs or lightning or yelling. He’s seen him happy. He’s seen him angry. He’s seen him annoyed -- mostly at him. Isagi doesn’t-

It’s with a strange sort of clarity that Kaiser realizes this one fact: he has never, ever seen Isagi Yoichi cry before.

***

They’ve been dating for years. Kaiser has known Isagi since they were teenagers.

Surely, Kaiser’s seen Isagi cry at least once before. Right?

Most of Isagi’s lowest points have to do with soccer. Missed scoring opportunities. Unfair referees. Kaiser fucking with him.

But Isagi doesn’t get upset, he gets furious. Gritted teeth and fire in his eyes, anger so heavy he’s practically shaking with it. And then he picks himself back up again. No matter what, he lets his anger burn through him, devours everything in sight, and then keeps going.

That’s the infuriating thing about Isagi Yoichi: his defiance.

It’s also really fucking hot.

And it doesn’t take intense observation to notice that, off the field, Isagi acts completely differently. He’s polite and sweet and considerate. He goes with the flow. Isagi is… passive.

Like a switch is flipped and all that rage and drive and ambition is locked behind a door.

Kaiser’s always taken a strange sort of pride that Isagi doesn’t act that way with him. That he can still bring out whatever emotions Isagi’s decided to hide away.

Isagi’s annoyance and frustration. His displeasure and exasperation. He’s more than eager to vocalize those things to Kaiser. Still, he’s never cried. Not even close.

And maybe, Kaiser realizes, the things Isagi does vocalize, are muted too.

“You know, I expected you to tease me way more about being a crybaby,” Isagi brings up as they’re boarding the plane back to Munich. “But you barely brought it up.”

Kaiser, pulled out of his thoughts, smirks. “How kind of you. Are you giving me permission, Yoichi~”

Isagi huffs. “No. Maybe I’m telling you that you’re off your game.”

“Maybe I’m just saving it for when you least expect it,” Kaiser shoots back, putting their luggage overhead.

Kaiser doesn’t know how to say that the reason he hasn’t brought it up is because he can’t stop thinking about it. Doesn’t even know how to put into words what he’s thinking about. Doesn’t even know if he’s capable of teasing right now when all his thoughts are ferociously serious -- and curious.

Isagi takes the window seat and Kaiser lets him. Luckily, they’re the only two people in their row.

How did a crybaby like Isagi become someone who never cries at all? Or does he just have this awful grief he’s hiding from the world, including Kaiser?

For all his faults, after all these years, Kaiser has let Isagi witness the full range of his emotions. Has let each mask slowly come undone, fall apart at the seams.

He’s seen the pure happiness he wore when Isagi agreed to move in with him. He’s seen the buried grief that came with a torn apart soccer ball hidden away. Isagi has seen fury so profound he’s practically choking on it.

He’s seen Kaiser’s best and worst. The things he shows the world and what he shows only to Isagi. He’s seen flirtatious, serious, enraged, passionate, soft, unhinged. Everything.

Isagi has seen him. Has he not seen Isagi?

The plane takes off and Isagi leans against him, tucking his head into the crook of his neck, his dark hair tickling the skin there. “I’m going to use you as a pillow.”

Kaiser sits his head on top of Isagi’s own. The low chatter of the plane washes over him as people shuffle in their seats and open the snacks being handed out by a flight attendant. Somewhere near the back of the plane, Kaiser can hear a baby beginning to wail.

It’s when Isagi’s almost on the verge of sleep that Kaiser finally says, “Yoichi, I’m going to ask you something.”

He lets out a sleepy mumble before responding, “Pillows don’t talk, Mihya.”

“When was the last time you cried?”

Immediately, Kaiser can feel Isagi tense against him. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”

“Just my natural curiosity,” Kaiser responds, half-shrugging and jostling Isagi’s head.

Isagi looks up at him with narrowed eyes. “Pillows don’t move around this much either.”

“I’m your partner. I want to know everything about you, Yoichi,” Kaiser continues, his tone light and teasing as curiosity courses through him.

He’s quiet for a long time. Long enough that Kaiser thinks Isagi won’t answer him. He could almost think that Isagi’s asleep, but his breath hasn’t slowed enough for that to be true.

Eventually Isagi hums and says, “Second year of high school, I think.”

Kaiser blinks slowly. It had taken Isagi that long to even remember?

“Right before Blue Lock started, actually,” Isagi continues without prompting. “My high school had just lost the Prefectural Tournament Finals.”

Kaiser can picture it. The image of Isagi back when they first met each other. His shoulders straight and lips bitten raw as he tries to keep himself composed, suppressing whatever he’s feeling for the sake of his teammates. Till his frustration and sadness overflow out of him and he’s sobbing outright, fat droplets pouring from his eyes with each shaky breath-

“Seriously, why do you ask?” Isagi questions when Kaiser doesn’t respond to his answer.

Kaiser’s comforted by the fact that Isagi isn’t upset and actively trying to hide it from him, but… has he really not cried in almost a decade? Finally, Kaiser says, “I wanted to know more about your crybaby tendencies, Yocchan.”

Isagi rolls his eyes and mutters, “I should know by now to never answer your questions.”

“You should always do what I tell you to,” Kaiser says, smiling when he hears Isagi scoff.

“No more talking for the rest of the flight.”

Kaiser blinks. “… This is a fourteen hour flight.”

“Yes, Mihya. I know,” Isagi says sleepily, curling up even more into Kaiser’s body.

Kaiser holds him there. “I decided to try out this new red eyeliner. I’ll be generous and tell you all about it. This one’s shade is a little bit darker and it’s waterproof so-”

“Ugh.”

Kaiser and Isagi end up making it through the entire flight without killing each other or themselves. Mostly because he can’t annoy Isagi when he’s also asleep. And Isagi forgives him because his chest makes for a decent sleeping spot.

They’re dragging their feet when they finally make it back to their shared apartment. The time zone different is going to be fucking horrible to adjust to, but they’ve both traveled enough that they’re used to that sort of thing.

Kaiser tosses their luggage into a random corner of the living room and presses Isagi up against the door the moment it’s closed. He mouths sloppy, hungry kisses on Isagi’s lips, his skin, everywhere he can touch. Isagi throws his arms around him, clawing at his coat as he pulls him closer.

The week of chastity they endured during their stay in Saitama is enough to send them tumbling over the edge.

Kaiser’s ripping off Isagi’s clothes, revealing more skin for him to bite down on, heated moans leaving Isagi’s lips. He paints him with what will surely be bruises. His hands grip impossibly tight around his waist.

Isagi flushes beneath his touch, one hand holding his dyed hair as he bites back helpless whines. “Mihya, inside me,” Isagi says between ragged breaths. “Now.”

Pleasure curls in Kaiser’s stomach. “That desperate for me, are you, Yoichi?” He says, tightening his grip.

“Just do it,” Isagi huffs, pulling at his hair.

Kaiser flips him and shoves his front into the door, leaving Isagi shuddering between the hard surface and his unyielding body. He grinds his thick, clothed cock against the swell of Isagi’s supple ass. Kaiser nips at his ear and croons, “You didn’t ask me very nicely, Yoichi.”

Isagi quivers as he continues grinding into him, breath hitched as he hisses, “That’s because I wasn’t asking.”

Kaiser's rough, calloused hands move to hold Isagi’s wrists in a vice-like grip when they start pawing at his pants. “If you’re going to be such a demanding cock-hungry slut, at least be polite about it,” Kaiser purrs, delight coursing through him as Isagi squirms in his grasp. Then, he decides to add, “It’s a good thing you’re cute, at least.”

“Mihya,” Isagi says sweetly, turning his head to give Kaiser an adorable, pleading look. “I will fucking kill you if you don’t stick your cock in me right now.”

A bead of sweat goes down Kaiser’s forehead.

It’s from the exertion of picking Isagi up and slamming him against their kitchen table. Obviously.

“Still not very polite, Yoichi,” Kaiser says as Isagi removes the rest of his own clothes. “What am I going to do with you?”

Isagi shoots him a deadpan stare, which Kaiser finds to be an amusing contrast to his completely debauched look. Hickeys littering his flushed skin, lips kiss-swollen and plump, and eyes that are completely done with Kaiser’s bullshit. “I’m not going to beg you with a bunch of pleases and thank you’s.”

“Yes, you are,” Kaiser responds immediately, inserting his large frame between Isagi’s legs. He rubs at the fat of his thighs, warm under the palms of his hands. Isagi’s dick is hard, already leaking pre-come from its slit.

Isagi is back to fumbling with his pants. “Mihya, we just got off the longest flight ever. I’m tired,” he says, finally getting the buckle undone. “Fuck me so I can take a shower and go to sleep.”

Kaiser decides to be kind and help him out, removing his pants with ease. Kaiser knows he’s big. Even after the countless times they’ve had sex, he still appreciates the way Isagi gulps, eyes wide, as he looks at it.

He groans as Isagi strokes him, hands barely wrapping around his cock. “Then do what I say,” Kaiser says, pressing their cocks together, pleasure shooting up his spine. It looks even bigger pressed against Isagi -- thick and veiny.

Isagi bites back a moan. “Not happening,” he murmurs, voice shaky.

That’s how it’s always been. This game of submission and defiance. Dominance and control. Some days, Isagi is left a begging and pleading mess, writhing beneath him with each vicious, unrelenting thrust. And some days, Isagi holds his hands back and rides him till completion.

Some days, they’re both left yearning and wanting. But the satisfaction of not giving in is irreplaceable.

But right now, they’re both desperate and achingly hard. And they both know that fact. And soon, like a thread pulled taunt, something has to give eventually.

After a moment, Kaiser says, “I need to prep you.”

Isagi yelps as Kaiser pushes him down against the table and tosses his legs up, leaving his sensitive hole twitching at the cold air. He leans forward and licks a long strip down his entrance, smirking against Isagi’s skin as he moans loudly.

“Mihya!” He keens as Kaiser lavishes his hole with attention, slurping and sucking till Isagi’s chest heaves with needy breaths. He tightens his hold on Isagi’s plush ass, leaving red marks as he holds him steadily in place.

Kaiser continues teasing his entrance, cock painfully hard as the endless stream of mewls Isagi lets out washes over him. “You sound so pretty like this, Yoichi,” Kaiser says, his voice rough. He bites at Isagi’s trembling inner thigh. “Every whorish moan leaving your lips belongs to me.”

He plunges his tongue directly into Isagi’s tight hole. It quivers around him as Isagi shudders, holding onto the table with white knuckles, Kaiser’s hands now the only thing holding his legs up. He laps at the soft walls, tight and eager around his prodding tongue.

Pure want courses through him as he watches Isagi come undone.

Isagi groans helplessly. “Mihya, I’m ready.”

Kaiser chuckles, nipping at Isagi’s ass in admonishment. “We haven’t had sex in a week, Yoichi. No, you’re not.”

“I don’t care. Just fuck me anyways,” Isagi responds, still trying to catch his breath.

“Are you enough of a desperate cockslut to beg me for it?” Kaiser cooes.

Isagi’s voice comes out slightly slurred. “Mh, ‘m not begging when you want it just as much.”

In a way, Isagi is right. Seeing his glassy eyes and wanton expression, Kaiser’s so desperate, he feels as though he’s moments away from exploding. But there’s something that leaves him hard and aching and wanting, and Kaiser doesn’t care how long he has to hold out to hear it.

Kaiser can deny himself pleasure in anticipation for something even greater.

He has learned to hide away a bottle of lube in every room of their residence. Which probably says something about him, but he can’t be bothered to care. He coats his fingers with a generous amount, and sticks one into the impossibly hot entrance. “Have a little patience, Yoichi,” Kaiser says, playing with his body. He thrusts into the tight hole as Isagi tries to fuck himself back onto his finger.

Kaiser remembers the weeks of training Isagi to take his large cock for the first time. Hours of fingering him open and playing with his entrance until he was a babbling, incoherent mess.

He may have molded Isagi’s body to perfectly fit his cock, but if he isn’t careful, he knows the stretch will burn painfully fiercely.

Kaiser adds a second finger and begins scissoring him, stretching him open for his thick cock. It’s addictive watching Isagi’s rim flutter around his large fingers, eager to accommodate him, eager to take anything Kaiser is willing to give. “There you go, Yoichi,” Kaiser purrs. “You’ll be a good little slut and take what I give you.”

It’s not enough. Kaiser knows it’s not enough from Isagi’s trembling form and quick, ragged breaths. He presses his fingers deep inside right next to where he knows Isagi’s prostate is, just barely missing it.

“Mihya!” Isagi shouts, clenching around him.

For a moment, it appears as though Isagi will keep up with his defiance. But then begrudgingly, and to Kaiser’s absolute delight, Isagi shifts beneath him, his fingers falling from his entrance, and turns over.

Kaiser takes in the pretty sight of Isagi’s plump and round ass, pinkened from Kaiser’s rough groping earlier and held open by Isagi’s hands, revealing his quivering, slightly stretched entrance. “Mihya,” Isagi breathes, a whine at the back of his throat.

It’s tempting. It’s so, so tempting.

Restraint is hard when it comes to Isagi.

It’s as close as Isagi will get to begging without actually saying the words. But Kaiser is selfish. And he wants more.

Kaiser pumps his achingly hard cock at a leisurely pace as he drinks in the gorgeous sight in front of him. He sits his cock in the swell of Isagi’s ass, rubbing it between his cheeks. “What is it, Yoichi?”

The head of his cock catches on Isagi’s twitching rim, desperate and needy as it clenches on nothing.

But Isagi is selfish too. And so, so stubborn.

Isagi arches his back, sticking his ass up as an invitation. “Mihya,” he says his name again, alluringly, demanding. Intense heat burns through Kaiser and his dick twitches in his hand.

Fuck it.

The way Isagi’s body is begging for him says everything that he won’t admit.

Relationships are about compromise, after all. And he needs to be inside of Isagi’s body right fucking now.

Finally, Kaiser lines himself with Isagi’s fluttering hole. They both moan as Kaiser slowly thrusts forward. Isagi feels impossibly tight around him, his walls hot and velvety as they hold him in a vice-like grip. He knows he should have prepped Isagi more, but the way he was clenching around his fingers desperate for more, the way his mewls are getting caught in his throat, Kaiser’s too far gone to worry about that.

Kaiser works him open with his considerable length, shallow thrusts as he moves forward inch by inch. Isagi arches into him, a stream of “fuck, finally, yes, Mihya-” leaving his lips.

“It’s like your slutty body is sucking me in,” Kaiser groans as he pushes in deeper. “I thought I told you to be patient.”

“Now, Mihya,” Isagi whines. Well, if he insists. Kaiser holds him in place and slams the rest of his cock inside Isagi, carving a harsh path into his ass as he screams.

Being inside Isagi always feels good, so good. Kaiser bites back a growl as he feels Isagi’s hot walls convulse frantically around his throbbing cock, massaging him in a tight grip as he’s forced to accommodate his massive girth.

Kaiser’s cock twitches violently at the beautiful sight of Isagi’s flushed face, his sweat-slick hair and hazy, unfocused eyes, his bitten-raw lips and soft, pleading whimpers.

“Need a minute?” Kaiser murmurs, kissing a mark on Isagi’s neck. Through a full body tremble, he nods slowly. Kaiser, petting at his shaking legs, continues, “I was trying to be kind and take care of you, Yoichi. Know your limits.”

Isagi bites back a choked sob and Kaiser revels in the sound.

One hand moves towards Isagi’s stomach, petting at the lewd bulge shaped from his own cock. “You’re so tight for me, Yoichi. So perfect,” Kaiser croons, pressing down on the bulge, grinning as Isagi moans. “Look at how your body was made to take me.”

Isagi’s hole clenches around him as he loosens and relaxes. A sigh leaves his lips as he adjusts. When Kaiser deems Isagi ready, he pulls back and allows the head of his cock to sit at Isagi’s stretched out rim. Isagi’s insides clench wantonly around his cockhead, desperate to keep him in.

An erotic sight. One that Kaiser’s more than willing to indulge in. As is his right.

“You’re mine, Yoichi,” Kaiser grunts, slamming back into him with a sharp snap of his hips. “My perfect little slut.”

Kaiser can feel his control slowly cracking as Isagi shouts in pleasure. He rams his cock into Isagi with fast, deep thrusts, directly hitting his prostate every single time.

“Mihya-!” Isagi cries out, his voice breaking as Kaiser rearranges his guts, filling him up completely.

Pleasure shoots through Kaiser’s nerves, his dick painfully hard as it continues stretching Isagi’s entrance, diving into him with lewd squelches. “Fuck. You feel so good wrapped around my dick. I’m finally giving it to you, Yoichi,” Kaiser says as he slams himself to the hilt, hips slapping against Isagi’s sore ass. “After your body craved my cock so hungrily. I’ll take care of you, Yoichi. Such a pretty cock-hungry, little whore.”

Isagi wails, shaking with pleasure as the frantic sounds of their fucking echo through their kitchen. “Mi- mh! Mihya, ‘m close-” Isagi can barely slur together.

“Then come,” Kaiser orders, impaling him back on his cock. Intense arousal lights up through him as Isagi’s hole spasms around him, body trembling as he comes. He fucks Isagi through his orgasm, his thrusts hurried and disorganized.

Isagi looks so good taking him, belly bulging and rim red and ruined. He’s nearly collapsing as he heaves through his orgasm, Kaiser holding him up as he comes with a curse, spilling hot inside him.

Kaiser catches his breath, mouthing sweet kisses on Isagi’s skin and whispering sweeter filth in his ear. “Just look at you, Yoichi. Perfect. Fucking bulging for me and you’re still milking me dry. I got you, Yoichi. I have you.”

Isagi lets out a warbled sound as Kaiser removes himself so he can, in fact, wash them up and get them into bed after that long flight. He’ll definitely feel it tomorrow. But Kaiser had warned him.

“Mh, love you, Mihya.”

Kaiser effortlessly picks up him, ignoring the burst of arousal that shoots through him when his own spend drips down Isagi’s bruising thighs. Isagi melts into him, another soft broken sound tearing through him.

Before, Kaiser thought he had never even come close to seeing Isagi cry. But that isn’t true. If there’s a time when Isagi’s eyes prick with tears, ragged breaths and choked, wet whimpers leaving his lips, it’s when Kaiser’s pounding into him within an inch of his life-

Oh.

***

Kaiser calls it research.

He considers himself an observant person, not just on the soccer field, but in life in general. And he’s good at observing Isagi Yoichi. This level of observation though… is probably concerning.

Luckily, Isagi is pretty oblivious to the impact he seems to have on people.

Kaiser is correct in just how muted Isagi seems to act off the field. Bastard München has a team dinner a few days later. Theo Sachs, already buzzed from a few drinks, accidentally takes food off Isagi’s plate and he doesn’t say anything -- which is insane.

Isagi loves his food. If Kaiser had done that, he’d have stabbed his fork through the crown of his tattoo. Which is a thought Kaiser is strangely comforted by.

When Ness mentions grabbing another round of drinks, Isagi wordlessly goes to order some more. Kaiser knows Isagi overused his metavision during practice today and is probably more tired than anyone else. Wordlessly, Kaiser stands up to help him.

Erik Gesner insists Isagi try a drink that Kaiser knows he’s tried before -- and hates. Isagi’s small, momentary protest is drowned out by Gesner’s continued pleas. And so, Isagi sighs and takes the drink, and even takes a sip of it with a polite smile.

“How does it taste?” Kaiser feels the need to ask.

Isagi gives him a secret grimace, hiding his face behind the glass of the drink. Kaiser, ever the wonderful and doting partner, takes it off his hands.

Isagi Yoichi, on and off the field, is really different. Like really different.

That fact isn’t inherently strange to Kaiser. He’s been playing soccer almost his entire life and he’s met a large number of players, their various personas and quirks unending. Playing a sport gets a person’s blood pumping, adrenaline coursing through their veins, and forces competitive instincts into overdrive. Under those conditions, plenty of people act differently on the field.

They’ll swear. They’ll be aggressive, hostile, confrontational. And then off the field, they’re back to how they normally are.

But the way Isagi acts can be such a sharp shift, it’s almost jarring.

Usually, players revert back to normal off the field, but Isagi’s off the field persona doesn’t feel like his normal. Kaiser knows Isagi is a polite, considerate person. But he knows Isagi is so much more than that too. He can see it in the way Isagi acts when they’re alone together. He can see his hidden emotions lurking beneath the surface.

Kaiser had always thought he was exempt from the treatment Isagi gave everyone else. He is -- mostly. And it hurts more than Kaiser is ready to admit that Isagi may be hiding parts of himself from him too.

He does a good job teasing him into frustration, coaxing him into happiness, holding him into comfort. Never sadness. Never tears. Never that pure anger he has on the field.

Maybe both parts of Isagi, on and off the field, are just two different puzzle pieces of a persona.

Kaiser is selfish. He wants every single part of Isagi.

As Kaiser keeps observing Isagi, he slowly realizes that Isagi doesn’t even seem to be aware of what he’s doing. Like being passive and non-assuming are just instinctive actions to him at this point. It really does feel like he locks it all behind some door inside of him.

Then let's most of it out when he’s on the soccer field.

Or, almost, when they’re having sex.

Kaiser wants Isagi -- all of him. On the field. Off the field. Whatever’s beyond that.

He wants Isagi Yoichi’s tears.

Kaiser calls it collecting data when he suggests they watch a movie after dinner one night.

“I’ll put on subtitles,” Kaiser says as he turns on the film. “You still need to work on reading German.”

Isagi half-rolls his eyes, but relents because Kaiser is right.

He throws his arm around Isagi, who’s tucked his stupid, cold feet underneath his thighs, and settles an old Blue Lock blanket around them. What Kaiser doesn’t mention is that this is considered one of the most depressing German films of all time.

Isagi’s leaning against him, half-sitting in his lap just as the movie reaches its climax. And Kaiser’s quietly observing him, enjoying the domesticity -- like something a family would do.

His eyes are glued to the screen, shifting as they read the subtitles. The love interest just brutally died right in front of the protagonist, just as he was about to save her; the actor is crying over her still-warm body, pleading for her to wake up and- Isagi looks interested. He seems invested in the movie, watching with rapt attention.

Isagi certainly isn’t emotional about it. His mouth does fall open at a particularly unexpected plot twist near the end of the movie. He doesn’t even come close to tears.

“What did you think?” Kaiser asks as the credits begin rolling.

Isagi yawns into his hand, nuzzling his face against Kaiser’s tattoo. “I think that did help with my reading. Good choice, Mihya.”

Satisfaction curls in Kaiser’s gut at the compliment. “I meant, what did you think about the movie?” Kaiser continues, hoping for some sort of reaction.

Isagi blinks. “Oh! Yeah, it was good. Kind of an insane plot twist at the end.”

“Anything else?” Kaiser presses. “This is considered a pretty sad film, Yoichi.”

“Yeah, it was really sad,” Isagi agrees easily. “I can’t believe he lost so many people. And his reaction when his wife died- poor guy.”

Maybe Isagi was paying too much attention to learning German with the subtitles to be sad about it.

He asks a slightly terrified Kurona what the most depressing Japanese movie he knows is.

“Shut the fuck up, Ness,” Kaiser says to Ness, who’s standing next to Kurona, even though he hadn’t said anything.

Isagi still doesn’t cry.

Well, fuck.

Kaiser mentions any sad news he happens to hear on TV, depressing anecdotes he’s heard from other people, unfortunate fun facts he finds on the internet. Nothing. Isagi agrees that it’s sad, but he says it in such a neutral tone, Kaiser knows he’s not actually affected by any of it.

After a few days, Isagi asks him what website he’s getting all these facts from and why he’s spending so much time on it.

Kaiser needs a change of plan.

Isagi just goes with the flow. He does what the people around him do. Maybe if someone starts crying, he’ll just start crying too.

By sheer coincidence, Benedict Grim begins waxing poetics before practice a week later, tearfully regaling them with a story he heard about a cat that was stuck in a tree. By all accounts, it’s definitely the least sad story Isagi’s heard all week, but he still pats Grim’s shoulder sympathetically with a sad smile on his face.

“Oh, Isagi! Isn’t this just the most unfortunate thing you’ve ever heard?” Grim cries, wiping away a tear with a tissue Isagi handed him.

Isagi nods consolingly and agrees, “It’s very unfortunate. But you said the cat was saved, right?”

“Yes! But the poor kitten was up there for hours. Can you imagine how awful that must have been?” Grim blows his nose into the tissue.

“Yeah, that’s terrible,” Isagi responds, frowning, taking Grim’s dramatics in stride.

Maybe Kaiser can work with this. “I heard this really sad-"

“Shut up, Mihya. I’m tired of hearing your dumb fun facts.”

Eventually, Kaiser is forced to circle back to the closest he’s ever seen Isagi to tears.

Kaiser knows it’s probably wrong. To want to see his partner crying this badly.

But the thought of Isagi’s pinkened face, big teary eyes, and trembling lower lip as he tries to hold back his sobs, but can’t until fat droplets are pouring from him in waves as he hiccups pathetically… it makes Kaiser want to protect Isagi, hold him close and croon praises in his ear, just as much as it makes him want to shove his large cock down Isagi’s throat like it’s a fucking pacifier.

That is definitely wrong of him, right?

He is Isagi’s partner. Isagi Yoichi is his. Kaiser does feel protective and possessive towards him. Sometimes, he wants to wrap himself around Isagi and feed him kintsuba. And sometimes, he wants to lock him up in their bedroom and never let him go. He should want to take care of him. Protect him from things that will make him cry. Not make him cry.

The emotions that fantasy causes -- tears collecting on Isagi’s round cheeks, broken wails pouring out of his lips, chest heaving with each frantic sob -- is fucked up.

It reminds Kaiser a bit of how they used to be, back when they first met. Kaiser wanting to see him broken and ruined before him, begging pathetically on his knees as he commanded him. Back then, Kaiser would have been delighted at seeing Isagi’s tears. Would have been delighted at seeing Isagi’s defiance torn to shreds.

Maybe a part of him still wants that. Has always wanted that.

But Kaiser also likes Isagi’s defiance. It infuriates him and turns him on in equal measures. It makes it all the more amusing to watch Isagi come undone at his touch. To see who will give in first.

All these years and Kaiser still has yet to break him completely.

Love and hatred. Obsession and devotion. Maybe it’s inevitable that some wires end up getting crossed.

Respect and admiration. Ruination and fury.

Would Isagi finally cry if he broke him?

***

Hilariously, Kaiser and Isagi are better partners off the field than they are on it.

It’s taken continual work and effort on both their parts, but they both want each other, so they try. Relationships are about compromise, Kaiser’s learned over the years. And somehow, it works. Isagi feels a need to take care of people and Kaiser feels compelled to cater to Isagi’s every whim. They both want each other’s attention -- their obsession.

They do as well as people like Michael Kaiser and Isagi Yoichi can together.

But on the field, Kaiser is completely uncompromising. Isagi is the same way. They’re too self-centered for anything else. Their egos simply won’t allow them to work together.

Individually, they’re both so talented that it works out most of the time. They’re fighting each other just as much as they’re fighting their opponents. And they’re constantly pushing each other to even greater heights.

And on the rare occasion, when the situation is dire and things are down to the wire, Kaiser and Isagi are forced to work together.

It makes for some of the greatest and most memorable plays of their entire soccer careers. But he and Isagi are almost never satisfied with them.

Winning against each other is just as important as scoring goals.

Isagi slams the door of their apartment so hard, it almost ricochets and hits Kaiser when he walks in after him. “I’m going to fucking destroy you, Kaiser!” Isagi growls, eyebrows drawn together and teeth bared.

He’s been shouting at him ever since their game ended.

“Good luck with that, Yoichi,” Kaiser responds casually, closing the door. Hopefully none of their neighbors call the police.

“That was my goal, you stupid, fucking bastard!” Isagi continues yelling, cursing him with each breath.

Kaiser shrugs and replies, “It’s your goal if you actually make the shot.” He walks up to Isagi and pats him on the head. “Think of it like this: you helped me score with an assist. Isn’t that nice, Yoichi?”

Isagi swats his hand away and hisses, “That’s even worse, Kaiser. I don’t want to fucking help you. I’d rather die than assist an arrogant, insufferable asshole like you.”

Kaiser laughs at his frustration. “Aw, darling. Is playing by my rules really so bad?”

“Yes, it is,” Isagi shoots back, his glare piercing. “Stop fucking with me! Let me shoot or get the fuck out of my way.”

It’s rare for Isagi to still be this enraged, but if there’s one thing that can invoke his emotions like this, it’s soccer.

And Michael Kaiser.

And Kaiser fucking with his ability to play soccer.

Well-

“Kaiser, pay attention to me,” Isagi shouts, stomping up to him and shaking him. He has an adorably angry pout on his lips. The urge to bite Isagi washes over him.

When is he ever not paying attention to him?

“Score more goals and then maybe I will,” Kaiser says instead. If he keeps pushing Isagi, will he start crying? Will the frustration finally get to him? Will he hide his face in his shirt as uncontrollable sobs rack through his body?

Isagi grabs him by the collar, forces him to lean down, and then kisses him. Hard.

His lips are bruising under the harsh pressure. Isagi’s pulling at his hair, leaning into his body as he presses against him.

Sometimes, on the field and off the field bleed together.

Once the momentary shock wears off, Kaiser wraps his muscular arms tightly around Isagi, one hand clutching at his small waist and another groping his plush ass.

“Fuck you, Kaiser,” Isagi growls against his mouth between kisses.

Kaiser bites at his bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk, much less score goals.”

“I don’t think so,” Isagi leans back and scowls, pawing at his clothes. “Shirt off.”

Kaiser decides to comply, but he takes Isagi’s clothes off right after, revealing his soft skin and the fading marks he left there only a few days ago.

Isagi shoves him back against the couch and undoes his belt, pushing his pants down just enough to take out his half-hard cock. He sits on his thighs and Kaiser can feel his legs clenching around him in anticipation. “I’m going to ride you,” Isagi tells him, stroking him firmly.

Kaiser circles his hands around Isagi’s waist, pushing him higher onto his lap. “Yoichi-”

“Hands to yourself, Kaiser,” Isagi insists, pushing Kaiser’s tight grip from his body. He tilts his head as he shoots him a teasing look. “If you don’t want to pay attention to me, then you can just sit here and be my dildo.”

He’s going to fucking wreck Isagi if it’s the last thing he does. Till he’s a moaning, sobbing, shaking fucking mess.

“I’ll let you watch me bounce myself on your cock,” Isagi continues before leaning down and licking up the underside of his cock. He laps at the head, tasting the pre-come that’d begun leaking. “If you promise to get out of my way, maybe I’ll let you come.”

“You’re cute if you think that’s going to happen,” Kaiser responds, leaning back and letting Isagi lavish his hardening cock with kitten licks.

Isagi glares up at him. “Don’t call me cute, Kaiser.”

Kaiser ruffles his hair. “Doesn’t matter which hole. You always look cute with my cock inside of you.”

“Hands to yourself,” Isagi repeats. He grabs his arms and pushes them so that they rest along the back of the couch. “Where’s the lube?”

Kaiser rolls his eyes and points to a spot between two couch cushions. Isagi moves his hand to get it, his other hand steadying himself on Kaiser’s broad shoulders. Pleasure buzzes through him as Isagi lubes up his dick, firm strokes coating him with a decent amount -- not as much as Kaiser would have used.

Isagi pours more lube on his fingers and Kaiser watches as Isagi does the sloppiest prep work of all time. He stuffs two fingers inside himself quickly; they’re not as thick or as long as Kaiser’s and they thrust shallowly in Isagi’s hole. He adds another finger, stretching his rim for only a moment before positioning Kaiser’s cock at his twitching entrance.

Kaiser knows Isagi’s hypersensitive. Knows that the burning feeling of too much, too fast, too soon will overwhelm him completely. It had taken Isagi a while to get used to the ache and the stretch of Kaiser’s large cock seated fully inside him. If Kaiser wants to give Isagi pain, he wants it completely under his control. Not because Isagi is being a needy slut who, once again, doesn’t know his limits.

Isagi with tears streaming down his face, hiccuping as he tries to fit Kaiser’s thick cock inside himself, hiding his embarrassment behind wet lashes, flashes through his mind.

Maybe overwhelming Isagi completely isn’t such a bad idea.

An idea forms in Kaiser’s mind.

Isagi slowly begins to sink down onto Kaiser’s cock. He feels incredibly tight and hot around him, clenching around him with little back and forth motions. Kaiser resists the urge to thrust up and bury himself inside of Isagi’s tight body.

Soft pants leaves Isagi’s mouth as he works himself open on Kaiser’s cock, his own length bobbing and leaking with each movement.

Isagi seems to get frustrated at his own pace, finally just slamming himself down onto Kaiser’s dick, stretching his entrance to the brim. He cries out loudly and clutches at Kaiser’s shoulders, grounding himself.

“Impatient fucking cockslut. Know your limits,” Kaiser still feels the need to admonish, groaning. He’ll never get tired of how fucking good Isagi feels.

Isagi’s face is flushed, cheeks tinged a dark pink, as he spasms around his girth. He bites at his trembling lip. He inhales sharply and exhales slowly, the breath sounding wet, as he tries to control himself.

That unsteadiness is gone in the next moment.

“Hng, why are you so big, Mihya?” Isagi grunts, lifting himself up, barely giving his stupid, little hole enough time to adjust.

It looks like his control is back too.

Kaiser watches Isagi’s thighs twitch with the effort, until only his cockhead rests inside. And then Isagi lets himself fall back down onto Kaiser’s cock, impaling him harshly.

“Fuck, Yoichi, let me,” Kaiser says, fists clenching the couch. Isagi’s pink nipples, pebbled cutely from being exposed to cold air, are practically begging to be played with, sucked on and teased until they’re red-raw. “I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll be leaking from me for days.”

Isagi shakes his head as he grinds down onto him, constantly stimulating his prostate with short, sharp jabs.

“You’re so pretty, Yoichi. Going to paint every part of you with my come,” Kaiser grunts, making small upward motions that Isagi isn’t yelling at him for. “So tight and warm- fuck, Yoichi. Like a perfect, little cocksleeve just made for bouncing on my dick.”

“Hah, hah- you’re not the only one who can whisper filth, Mihya,” Isagi claims between whiny moans, deliciously squeezing around his length. “You feel so good, Mihya.”

Has even dirty talk become a part of their competition now? Not that Kaiser minds.

Kaiser smirks. “Mhm. Go on, Yoichi,” Kaiser teases, leaning back and relaxing as though Isagi’s about to put on a show for him.

Isagi glares at him and that adorably angry pout is back on his face. Under his facade of relaxation, Kaiser’s cock twitches violently as it’s slammed back into Isagi.

“Ngh, ah, ah! You feel so big inside of me, filling me up so full, stretching me so good. There’s no space left inside of me for anything else- ah! Mh, except your come,” Isagi murmurs, voice shaky and sinful as he keeps rocking back down onto him. Isagi's dick bounces pathetically as he pleasures himself on Kaiser's lap, the harsh fabric of his pants rubbing aggressively at Isagi’s inner thighs. “Ah- hah, Mihya! You hit so deep inside me- so deep.”

Fuck-

Isagi sits completely on Kaiser’s throbbing cock. “Mh, you’re so deep, Mihya. I can feel you all the way up here,” Isagi whimpers, pressing down onto the bulge protruding from his stomach. Kaiser’s mind clouds with pure lust at the sensation. Isagi’s quick to hold his hand back before he can press down onto the lewd sight. “My fingers are never enough- ah! Need you, Mihya. Need you so badly it hurts.”

Kaiser can’t remember the last time he felt so tense as he tries to hold himself back. “Fuck, just look at you, sitting so pretty on my cock. Let me wreck you. I’ll give your slutty body what it wants, Yoichi.”

Isagi keeps going, impaling himself on Kaiser’s cock, face flushed red and tongue lolling from his mouth. His gasps are becoming sharper, the quivering of his thighs heavier. “Need you, Mihya. I feel so empty without your cock inside me- hng. I love your cock, Mihya. So much- agh! You always leave me so open and gaping afterwards, your come leaking out of me. Please, fill me with your come! Want to be aching from you for weeks~”

Not blowing his load right then and there is probably the hardest thing Kaiser has ever done. Luckily, to him, nothing is impossible.

This, though, comes very, very close.

“You’re such a sweet whore,” Kaiser grunts. “Can’t live without my cock rearranging your guts.”

Isagi begins playing with his dick, pre-come leaking onto Kaiser’s abs as he moves up and down with each bounce. He’s far gone enough that Kaiser can finally, finally get his hands on him with Isagi swatting them away.

He moves one hand to Isagi’s entrance, rubbing there, feeling the way his abused rim flutters to take in the girth of his cock. He lets the other hand pinch at Isagi’s nipples, smirking as Isagi keens with the touch. Isagi is getting tired, desperately clenching around him as his rocking becomes frenzied.

“Please, Mihya, ‘m close, so close,” Isagi whines, breaths shaky and ragged as his eyes roll in the back of his head.

“Me too,” Kaiser replies, holding Isagi through his impending orgasm. He hides his twisted smile in the curve of Isagi’s neck as he bites down over fading marks. “Come for me.”

Isagi wails as he finally releases, slumping down onto Kaiser’s muscular chest, panting noisily as he tries to catch his breath. He’s shuddering from the aftershocks of his orgasm and he doesn’t say anything as Kaiser fully holds him, wrapping his arms around his quivering body.

Isagi’s filthy words have been permanently burned into Kaiser’s brain. He should steal more passes from Isagi if it’s going to lead to this.

Kaiser’s cock throbs fiercely. Time to enact his idea.

He tosses him back onto the couch and looms over him, his dick still seated firmly inside of him. He wants to cherish the heated, wanton glare Isagi levels at him.

“Yoichi~” Kaiser takes in the beautiful sight of Isagi’s fucked out face. “Well, you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

Isagi blinks up at him in confusion, still half-out of his mind, and mumbles, “Mihya…”

Kaiser pins his wrists in place, hands tight around him as he leers. “It’s my turn now, Yoichi.”

Isagi’s eyes go impossibly wide as his overstimulated hole clenches around him, realizing Kaiser is still rock hard. “Mihya- you didn’t-”

Kaiser knows Isagi’s body is trembling with overstimulation, so sensitive and delicate after the pathetic prep work it was forced to endure before taking Kaiser in his entirety. His hands weak in his grasp, his eyes half-lidded, his hole convulsing around him. Kaiser keeps going.

Winning against Isagi really is so satisfying.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do as you say. I’ll fill you with my come, Yoichi,” Kaiser purrs in his ear, reveling in the way Isagi shivers. “I’ll make sure you’ll be aching from me for weeks.”

“Ah- Mihya. Wait-,” Isagi breaths out as the situation fully dawns upon him.

“I’ll finish what you started, Yoichi. I’ll give you what you want,” Kaiser croons, shifting to grabs Isagi’s arms like a pair of handles before slowly moving back. His cockhead thrusts shallowly at the gaping, puffy rim of Isagi’s hole, playing with it as it flutters under his treatment. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me to stop. Then, I’ll fuck you even harder.”

With that, Kaiser slams his cock all the way into Isagi’s oversensitive hole.

Isagi wails his name in a broken, frantic moan.

Kaiser doesn’t give Isagi a moment of reprieve as he slams into him with thrust after brutal thrust. “Going to rail you until you can’t walk. You can stay home and be my personal cockwarmer. Would you like that, Yoichi?”

“Mi- Mihya!” Isagi cries out, body flushed as he takes, takes, takes everything Kaiser gives him. He bites at his already raw lips, desperate to hide the pathetic, pretty noises falling from his mouth. “M- hate you, Mihya,” he whines when he can’t stop the noises, and Kaiser laughs, pounding into him relentlessly.

“You’d be good. So, so good,” Kaiser continues, his voice half-slurred. It had already been a difficult task not coming earlier. Maybe he’s drunker off Isagi’s wanton face and needy hole than Kaiser realized. “So tight and warm around me, taking me so well. Don’t worry your pretty little head, Yoichi. I’ll make sure your body never forgets the shape on my cock. Going to have you fucking sobbing for me.”

Kaiser chases his pleasure, thrusting as far as possible into Isagi’s hole and absolutely devastating his prostate.

“Mihya, please! Too much, Mihya-!” Isagi mewls, voice hoarse from all the moaning and dirty talk. His bottom lip is trembling in a way that makes Kaiser pound into him with renewed strength.

He wants to see that image. Isagi choking from the harsh sobs racking through his body, face wet with tears that won’t stop falling, voice soft as he warbles out a pitiful, pleading “Mihya.”

Kaiser’s lips twist into a pleased smirk. “I’m just giving you what you asked for, Yoichi. Going to fill you up, leave your hole ruined and gaping. Fuck, you’re so good for me, so perfect. I’m close-”

He continues pounding into him, grasp bruising around Isagi’s arms, practically splitting him open with how hard he’s going. And even as Isagi whines and pleads and begs, he can read his body; hips giving small movements as he chases Kaiser’s thrusts, toes curling in unadulterated pleasure with every word leaving Kaiser’s lips.

Isagi’s soft, plush walls are clenching firmly around him, determined to keep him inside, to milk him dry and receive his spend. His eyes, big and blue and filled with pure, hazy lust, prickle with tears as he comes again and it’s enough to send Kaiser over the edge.

Kaiser slams into Isagi to the hilt, moving his hands to hold Isagi’s ass directly onto his cock as hot come pours out of him in waves, filling Isagi even further. Isagi is panting like he can’t get enough breath back into his lungs, chest heaving with the effort. Kaiser grinds his cock into Isagi as the last of his come spills out.

With his arms finally free, Isagi’s hands, shaky and tired, move slowly till they’re resting on Kaiser’s own.

Kaiser interlocks their hands together. He presses gentle kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth. He whispers praises to him as he kisses at his bruises. “You’re perfect, Yoichi. So perfect. I can’t get enough of you. So beautiful, like you were fucking made for me. I’m as addicted to your ass as you are to my cock. Always want to be inside you, Yoichi. So, so good.”

Isagi’s staring up at him with wide, open, honest eyes. They’re vulnerable and red, his lashes wet as he looks at Kaiser. “Love you, Mihya,” Isagi whispers, his voice absolutely wrecked. And then he’s blinking away his unshed tears. Sniffling slightly as he composes himself. Swallowing around the dryness in his throat.

Kaiser wants, more than anything, to see those tears fall.

***

There’s something endlessly infuriating about Isagi Yoichi.

Not just his defiance, but just him. Maybe it’s the way Isagi tilts his head when he’s confused that makes Kaiser want to reach out and pull at the stupid sprout in the back of his hair. Maybe it’s the amount of pitiful fools pining after him that makes him want to pull up Isagi’s shirt and show off the hand-shaped bruises littering his waist.

Maybe it’s the cute aggression he feels wash over him when he looks at Isagi sometimes, that makes him want to sit him on his lap and bite into the most sensitive areas of his neck.

Right now, it’s definitely the way Isagi’s complaining about the meal he’s cooking them for dinner.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Isagi huffs, petulantly holding his head in his hands as he stares at Kaiser from the kitchen counter. “Emperor? More like a dictator.”

Kaiser rolls his eyes. “All I said was that I won’t be making dessert.”

Isagi makes an affronted noise. “And that’s horrible.”

“You’ll survive,” Kaiser responds as he sets the pan in front of him to simmering, ignoring Isagi’s whines of protest.

“Will I?” Isagi raises his eyebrow. “I think I deserve dessert after what you’re forcing me to eat.”

Kaiser gives him an unamused look. “Something healthy and nutritious for once?”

“I eat healthy! How can I not when I’m forced to listen to orders from you?”

“Still not good enough for a professional athlete,” Kaiser retorts, setting a plate in Isagi’s hands. “You better finish all of this. I don’t want to see any of it in the trash.”

Because to Kaiser, you don’t waste food. You never waste food if you don’t know when your next meal will be.

“I’m going to throw you in the trash,” Isagi mutters under his breath.

Kaiser directs him to their thoroughly cleaned kitchen table and responds, “Like you could even pick me up, you fucking clown.”

Isagi glares at him. “Fuck you, Mihya. You’re not that much heavier.”

Kaiser ruffles his hair and replies, “I’m not saying that I’m heavy. I’m saying that you’re weak.”

“I could fucking pick you up and you know it,” Isagi grumbles, sitting down with a huff.

Kaiser sits down across from him. “Keep dreaming.”

“No dessert is depressing,” Isagi mutters, frowning. He definitely spoils him too much. “I’m sad now, Mihya.”

Kaiser gives him a considering expression. “Are you, Yoichi?” He asks in a tone far too serious for the conversation they’re having.

Isagi tilts his head in confusion, giving Kaiser an adorably puzzled expression. And Isagi’s been annoying him enough tonight that Kaiser lets himself lean forward and grab Isagi’s stupid sprout and yank it.

“Ow, Mihya! What the fuck?!” He screeches, pulling at one of his rat tails in retaliation.

Kaiser ignores his shouting. “Eat your food, brat.”

Just then, a shrill sound pierces through the air as Isagi’s phone begins ringing. Thank fuck.

Before Isagi can even begin moving, Kaiser walks over to the kitchen counter and picks it up. “Good evening. This is the Kaiser residence.”

“That’s my personal phone, Mihya! And this is the Isagi residence!” He hears him shout in the background.

“Oh, Michael! It’s lovely to hear your voice. How have you been, dear?” Iyo says excitedly as Kaiser puts her on speaker and walks back to the kitchen table. “How has Yocchan been treating you? Well, I hope?”

“Like an emperor,” Kaiser says charmingly, dutifully ignoring the violent slicing motions Isagi is making next to him. He shares polite pleasantries with Iyo. It is always nice talking with Isagi’s mom and dad who, for reasons unknown to him, seem to want to continually parent him. Kaiser doesn’t need it. He’s never needed it. But still, the sentiment is kind of nice.

“I just wanted to call and congratulate you two on your last game!” Iyo says, her voice ringing through the phone. “Issei and I were able to catch it on TV and wow, I’m so proud of you both.”

Warmth swells in Kaiser’s chest. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Mihya still isn’t scoring as much as I am,” Isagi says and Kaiser’s hand clenches at his side as the urge to pull Isagi’s sprout washes over him again.

Iyo laughs. “Well, when I called a few days ago, you said that he was perfect. Something about his incredible form if I remember correctly?”

“I never said that!” Isagi protests, a blush crossing over his cheeks, his eyes refusing to meet Kaiser’s growing smirk.

“It’s always so exciting watching you play together! That was mine and Issei’s favorite part of Blue Lock TV,” Iyo mentions, talking over Isagi’s denying remarks. “It’s so different from how you used to play in high school. Do you remember?”

Isagi tries to hide his grimace. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Ah, my baby Yocchan has grown so much!” Iyo continues. “I’m so proud of the person you’re growing into. You too, Michael!”

Kaiser has always thought they looked fucking unhinged on the field, especially during their Neo Egoist League days -- especially Isagi. He wonders, not for the first time, what exactly Iyo sees when she looks at them.

The Isagis have always been Kaiser’s definition of a happy, healthy family unit. Probably the only one he’s ever met. How the fuck did Iyo and Issei produce someone who acts like Isagi?

Kaiser has never really thought about it like this, but in a way, he and Isagi are their own family. Not really. Kind of.

How do they compare?

They’re not as insane as they used to be, but that’s not saying much. They’ve learned and grown a lot, but they still bicker and argue on a daily basis. There’s love between them, but so much more. So much that’s been tied to that love, it’s impossible to unfuse it.

Being obsessed with getting his partner to cry probably isn’t very healthy. And getting hard at the thought of it definitely isn’t.

They continue talking to Iyo as they eat dinner and Kaiser smiles when she scolds Isagi for complaining. Later, when Iyo’s hung up the phone and Isagi’s washing the dishes, Kaiser decides to mention something he’s noticed. Isagi, with considerable effort, had carried him the small distance it takes to get to the sink.

“You looked annoyed when your mom brought up high school,” Kaiser says.

Wordlessly, Isagi hands him a plate to dry and Kaiser accepts it with a fond look. “I wasn’t annoyed. I just don’t really like thinking about how my soccer was… back before Blue Lock.”

“Why? What was it like?” Kaiser asks. “You don’t talk about it much.”

Isagi smiles and responds, “Oh, you would’ve hated it, Mihya. One for all and all for one.”

“Fucking disgusting,” Kaiser says, scowling. He can understand Isagi’s grimace from before. “And you just went along with that mentality?”

Kaiser remembers the photos Iyo showed him in the family albums, the memories of little Isagi flying through the field, playing happily and freely. He remembers the Isagi he first met, passionate and self-centered and determined. Even the Isagi now, someone who’s always fighting him for control of the field.

An Isagi with no ego seems… incomprehensible. Wrong.

“We weren’t a bad team, we were actually pretty good,” Isagi defends for some reason. “I didn’t like it. I wanted to score my own goals, obviously…”

Kaiser presses as he puts another plate away. “And?”

“My team just wasn’t like that. I tried to say something, but the rest of my team was fine with how it was and I wanted to keep playing soccer,” Isagi explains, shrugging.

The idea of Isagi with his ego stifled is so infuriating, Kaiser can feel fury building in his chest. “What, so you just stopped arguing?”

“I didn’t see the point!” Isagi counters, clearly noticing a shift in Kaiser. “I didn’t want to be accused of being an attention hog or showing off or something like that. It was just easier. I learned to let myself speak on the field.”

And suddenly, puzzle pieces start snapping into place.

“And the rest of the time you just let people walk all over you?” Kaiser can’t help but say.

Isagi reels back in shock. “Excuse me?!”

“Why wait until you’re on the field?” Kaiser continues pressing. “Locking away every negative emotion you feel isn’t exactly healthy.”

Isagi’s eyes are burning into him as he scowls. “You’re going to lecture me about unhealthiness? When we met, your coping mechanism was choking yourself.”

“At least I let myself feel things,” Kaiser growls, stepping forward. “You always act so fucking passive. I know that’s not how you actually feel.”

“I get plenty angry at you,” Isagi shoots back.

“That’s because I force it out of you,” Kaiser argues. “Anyone else and you act like everything’s fine all the time, Yoichi. Tell your dumb Blue Lock peasants to leave you alone when they’re being annoying. Tell Ness to shut up when he won’t stop his inane drivel. Tell Gesner to fuck off with his shitty drink concoctions -- no one likes those anyway.”

Isagi’s breaths are coming out sharply. “Why are you saying all this, Mihya?”

“Because getting angry and upset aren’t bad things, Yoichi!” Kaiser shouts, heat rising in his throat. “It’d probably do you some good to go off the handle every once in a while instead of burying everything.”

“Shut up, you stupid emperor,” Isagi hisses, his voice unsteady.

Kaiser doesn’t. He steps forward again, leaning forward till his bangs are framing Isagi’s flushed face. “Get upset. Tell me how you feel. Fucking express it, Yoichi.”

“Well, good job, Mihya! Because I’m fucking pissed off right now,” Isagi says, hands clenched by his sides. Voice trembling. Tears at the corners of his eyes.

“You’re not pissed off, Yoichi. You’re sad,” Kaiser states, unwavering. “You’re sad because you barely let yourself feel anything. And you’re sad because I’m right.”

In front of him, Isagi is shaking.

Kaiser whispers, “What do you think’s going to happen if you start setting some fucking boundaries?”

Isagi turns out of the kitchen and a moment later, Kaiser hears the door to their bedroom slam shut.

They’ll be fine. They’re always fine.

Kaiser’s always been able to force Isagi’s anger out of him.

Maybe he misread things. It’s not Isagi’s refusal to lose control, it’s his inability. And if he needs help with that, Kaiser’s more than willing to accommodate him.

Kaiser’s a doting boyfriend after all.

***

The make up sex afterwards is incredible.

They don’t talk about what happened, but Kaiser hadn’t expected them to. There are too many parts of their relationship that are wordless, spoken only by action and read only through gestures. An even greater part hidden between lines of false words and double meanings.

And a much smaller part that is direct and honest. Mostly his praise for Isagi when he needs to hear it.

What Kaiser expects is for their argument to wash over Isagi, pass through him, and watch as everything goes back to normal.

But there’s a tenseness to Isagi that hadn’t been there before. Like a fraying string being pulled apart thread by thread. Almost ready to snap.

Off the field, he seems even more closed off than before. Even with Kaiser.

Which is infuriating.

It’s such a small shift, it should have been impossible to notice. But Kaiser knows him well enough that he can see Isagi curling in on himself as he deals with whatever he’s going through. Keeping it hidden. Burying it. Down. Down. Down.

It’s when they finally have a few days off from practices and games, no obligations or interruptions, that Kaiser decides to break Isagi’s locks open.

They wake up late, something they’re rarely able to indulge in. The sky is alight, sunbeams dancing through their curtains as Kaiser comes back to consciousness with no rush.

Isagi fell asleep in his arms after he tired him out, his back to Kaiser’s chest as they spoon. He’s so warm and sweet curled up against him, head tucked against his arm and legs intertwined with his own. Isagi’s plump ass rubs against his morning wood.

Kaiser holds him tighter to his chest, nuzzling at his hair.

Isagi lets out a contented sigh, “Mmh. Lovely morning, Mihya.” He rubs back against his growing erection more firmly, a pleased breath leaving his lips.

“Yoichi~” Kaiser croons, biting at his shoulder with soft nips. Pressing gentle kisses right after. Sucking and licking and teasing any pain away. He ruts against him, soaking in each and every satisfied noise Isagi makes.

“Mihya, want you,” Isagi pleads, his voice still soft from just waking up. Kaiser’s clothed cock, hard and hot, rubs unyieldingly at the swell of Isagi’s ass.

Kaiser doesn’t force him to beg for it. No competitions. No bets. No deals. He’ll give Isagi what he wants for now.

He places one last kiss on his neck before moving a large hand down Isagi’s body, feeling the soft warmth of his chest, his stomach, his waist -- still sensitive with bruises. He pulls down Isagi’s shorts and tosses them to the side, then gives his dick a few strokes, playing with his slit already leaking pre-come.

Kaiser smirks into his hair. “You’re such a sweet whore, Yoichi. About to come from just a little foreplay.”

Isagi moans at his touch, cock twitching in his calloused hand. He grabs at his wrist and moves him closer towards his ass. “Not yet. Want to come with you inside me.”

Kaiser nods and grabs the lube sitting on their nightstand. Isagi is still stretched from the night before. He still coats his fingers in the liquid, slowly working Isagi open and making sure he’s stretched fully.

Today, Kaiser is going to take his time. And watch as Isagi slowly comes undone.

“Mihya, now,” Isagi whines, pushing back against his three fingers and shivering as they brush against his prostate.

Kaiser curls his fingers, his own cock twitching as Isagi moans loudly, clenching around him. He still likes to tease him more, but Isagi is ready enough. And this is a compromise.

Maybe it’s the morning air, but Isagi doesn’t question just how indulgent he’s being.

Kaiser keeps Isagi curled against him on his side, simply lifting his leg up higher to give himself enough space to enter him. Isagi arches into him, a content sigh filling the air as Kaiser enters him, thick cock fitting snugly in him. Like it was made to be there. To stay there.

Isagi rocks back against him, fucking himself on his cock in slow, lazy movements.

Kaiser grunts as he tightens his hold on Isagi. His hole is always so fucking soft and warm and perfect. “You always feel so good around me,” Kaiser murmurs. “You have such a cute, delectable ass. Fits so perfectly around me. Like you were made to take me, Yoichi.”

“Harder, Mihya!” Isagi gasps out, face flushed and hole massaging him like it’s trying to keep him in forever. He tightens around him, fucking himself more deeply on Kaiser’s large cock, trying to speed up their lazy morning sex. “Faster- mh, need you.”

Kaiser gives a few more lazy thrusts, delighting in the way Isagi pants wantonly for him before thrusting faster, deeper, hitting every part of Isagi that has him shaking.

“You clench around me so sweetly, Yoichi. You’re so good. So perfect,” Kaiser croons as he thrusts against his prostate, picking up his pace further. “Made for me. Only me, Yoichi.”

“Yes, yes! Mihya- ah,” Isagi moans needily. “Right there! Feel so good-”

Kaiser continues at that pace with firm, unrelenting thrusts. He basks in the way Isagi desperately clenches around him, an endless stream of whines and moans falling from his lips. Heat coils in the pit of Kaiser’s stomach as Isagi’s hole begins convulsing around him, releasing his spend into Isagi as he comes on his cock.

Isagi hisses slightly as Kaiser puts his leg down and tucks him fully against his chest. They bask in the afterglow together, Kaiser counting each of Isagi’s breaths.

“Mm, love you, Mihya,” Isagi says as he hops off his dick, wincing slightly.

Kaiser lets him go and they begin their morning routines. Isagi teases him as he does his daily affirmations in the mirror and Kaiser indulgently makes his favorite breakfast -- something sweet Iyo once taught him how to make.

Isagi already can’t keep up with his stamina. He’s going to need all the energy he can get.

After breakfast, Kaiser is pulling him back into their bedroom, shoving him into the mattress and tearing at the clean clothes he just put on.

He’s biting kisses into his lips, watching as they redden and swell under his touch. He licks Isagi’s bottom lip, demanding entrance, plunging in the second Isagi opens his mouth slightly.

Isagi laughs between kisses. “Ah- Mihya, I don’t think I did anything particularly sexy-”

Kaiser forces himself between Isagi’s legs and begins peppering kisses up and down Isagi’s chest. “You’re always sexy, Yoichi,” Kaiser says, pinching at Isagi’s nipples. “Walking around with that slutty waist and fat fucking ass. How am I supposed to get anything done?”

He doesn’t wait for Isagi’s response as he bites into one nipple, twisting at the other. Isagi wails needily, hands finding Kaiser’s hair, tugging at it. He plays with the pink nubs till they’re raw and oversensitive, till Isagi trembles each time he flicks them.

Kaiser flips Isagi around, face in their pillows, back arched, and ass in the air. He pets at him with rough, calloused hands, groping as Isagi moans muffle into their bed. Kaiser pulls at his hair and orders, “If you’re going to moan like a slut, you should let me hear you.”

Isagi says his name shakily, “M-Mihya- agh-”

Kaiser presses down onto him with his unyielding frame, pinning him in place. Without much warning, he thrusts three fingers into Isagi, making sure he’s still ready for him. He quickly lubes up his cock, tucking it right against Isagi’s entrance, rubbing at the stretched rim and snagging it on the head of his cock.

He leans down and croons in Isagi’s ear, “I’m never going to leave you unstuffed. Going to keep filling you and fucking you and stuffing you till you’re ruined. Never going to be able to fully remove my marks on your skin. My come in your ass. My name on your tongue.”

And then he slams in, firmly seating himself inside Isagi with one brutal thrust.

“Mihya!” Isagi wails heatedly, his puffy hole convulsing around the full girth of his cock.

“Sweet, little cockslut like you,” Kaiser grunts, removing all but his cockhead from Isagi’s quivering hole before ramming himself all the way back inside. “You look best beneath me, pleasuring me. A hole for me to fuck.”

An endless stream of shaky, trembling whines and soft, keening moans leave Isagi’s lips, stuttering as Kaiser fucks the breath of out him. His hole spasms wildly around Kaiser’s girth, trying to keep him inside, trying to adjust to his brutal pace.

“I’m going to come in your perfect little ass until you can’t hold anymore in it,” Kaiser growls, hands burning into Isagi’s hips. At this point, he’s the only thing keeping Isagi’s body up. “And then I’m going to keep going.”

Isagi comes with a warbled shout, body trembling around him, knees fully giving out. Kaiser holds him up, fucks him through his orgasm with unrelenting thrusts, jabbing at his prostate again and again. Isagi’s shaking with oversensitivity as he rams his cock into him one more time, white, hot come releasing into him.

Kaiser holds him on his cock as he huffs. Isagi is sweating, body fully flushed and bangs sticking to his forehead. He removes his cock and moves away slightly. No longer holding Isagi up with his strength, his weight gives out as he sags into the bed.

Isagi is trying to catch his breath as he begins playing with his gaping entrance, come slowly leaking out of the reddened rim. “M-Mihya, didn’t you want to go to the gym today?” He asks when he realizes Kaiser words aren’t just dirty talk, that he isn’t going to stop with just one time.

Kaiser slides two fingers back in with an obscene squelch. “If I fuck you enough times, that can be my workout.”

“Fuck, Mihya,” he whines, gasping at the intrusion. “Ah- right there. Be gentle.”

“Anything for you, Yoichi,” Kaiser purrs, voice low and dangerous.

And he goes gently -- torturously gently.

He holds Isagi in a bruising grip as he fucks into him with long, slow, deliberate thrusts. Isagi is squirming on his cock, unable to get any leverage with the way Kaiser’s holding him down. He’s trying to shift, trying to follow the path of Kaiser’s cock, but he won’t let him.

Kaiser gives it to him slowly, rubbing at Isagi’s sensitive walls in a way that has him shuddering.

“More, Mihya,” Isagi whines, trying to move out of his unyielding grasp.

“Then beg, Yoichi. Beg like the pretty whore I know you are.” As he speaks, Kaiser thumbs at the tip of Isagi’s twitching, drooling cock, pressing down hard, and forcing a distressed whine from his bitten-raw lips.

Isagi won’t stop squirming. “Come on, Mihya. Ugh- mh, you’re the one who started this.”

“I’ll finish it when you do as I say,” Kaiser promises, voice dark. He slams in once, rocking the bed with how hard his thrust was. Isagi chokes out a keening noise. “You take my cock so well. I’m sure a slut like you knows how to listen too. Right, Yoichi?”

Isagi trembles, trying to open his legs wider to take more of Kaiser in.

Kaiser isn’t giving in. “All those pretty, little sounds. I’m sure you know how to beg. Are you too stupid for that? That fucked out already?”

Isagi’s glare is adorable. Everything Isagi does is adorable when he’s stuffed full of his cock.

“No,” Isagi says, pouting, still trying to wriggle around on his dick.

“Good,” Kaiser responds, giving another slow, lazy thrust, driving Isagi insane with the pace. “Because I’m just getting started, Yoichi.”

Kaiser tears into his disobedience with each drive of his large cock, hot and heavy and powerful.

“Please, Mihya!” Isagi wails finally, voice hoarse. Breath coming out in harsh, raspy gasps.

Kaiser’s lips twist into a pleased smirk. “Hm? What do you need, Yoichi?”

Isagi whimpers, tossing his head back onto their pillows. “Please! Fuck- hng. Mihya, please fuck me harder! Need to feel your huge cock pounding into me.”

Kaiser complies with a smile, tossing Isagi’s legs over his shoulders and railing him with a punishing pace.

Isagi writhes underneath him, shivers racking through his body with each forceful thrust. “Please, please, Mihya! Please, ‘m close.”

The tears begin prickling at Isagi’s eyes, lips trembling along with the rest of his body. Kaiser keeps fucking into his surely overstimulated hole, relentless as he goes harder, faster, chasing his own release.

Isagi’s control is a thread. One he’s hanging onto as desperately as he wants to get wrecked by Kaiser’s cock.

When Isagi comes with a warbled shout, chest heaving as he tries to blink away those unshed tears, Kaiser knows he’s not finished with him. Not even close.

“M-Mihya…”

Kaiser barely gives him a moment of reprieve before one hand is back playing with his fucked out hole and another is pinching into his puffy nipple.

“Please, s’too much,” Isagi slurs together, mewling.

He rubs at his abused rim, his own come leaking down onto his fingers before stuffing them back inside Isagi, searching, considering. “Hm, I don’t think so, Yoichi,” Kaiser responds, playfully. Dangerously. “I said I’d stuff you full of my come and there’s plenty of space left in your slutty hole.”

Kaiser pinches at his rim, watching as it flutters and twitches in protest.

“Mm, Mihya. Please, ‘m sensitive-”

Kaiser’s eyes turn predatory. He stuffs his come-soaked fingers into Isagi’s mouth, petting his tongue as spit leaves his mouth. “Here, something useful to occupy your sweet mouth.”

Kaiser wrings orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of Isagi. His smaller cock is barely producing anything at this point, struggling to stir as Kaiser keeps relentlessly stimulating his body.

Kaiser pulls out after finishing another round, sweating slightly. Spend gushes out of Isagi’s abused hole with an obscene squelch.

Isagi’s stomach looks slightly distended. And it’s not from his thick cock, it’s from the amount of come he’s fucked into him.

He pets at his stomach and presses down, watching in awe as another heavy stream of come gushes out of him. Isagi moans lewdly, the sound catching at the back of his throat as he whimpers.

“Ah- you’re fucking insane,” Isagi slurs between ragged breaths. He throws his head back onto their pillows. “If I pass out… just keep going, Mihya.”

Holy fuck-

The exhaustion that had been creeping at the edge of his vision leaves him entirely. Kaiser slaps his ass, jerking him awake. The skin blooms a pretty red. “As tempting as that is, you’re not falling asleep on me.” A pause. “Next time, though. Next time, we’re definitely doing that.”

“Mihya~ I don’t think I can take it anymore,” Isagi whimpers, voice sinful and sleepy. “I think four rounds ago was too much.”

Kaiser kisses the corner of his mouth. “You did so well taking me. You’re such a perfect whore, Yoichi. You can take me one more time, can’t you?”

“Mm,” Isagi whines, his voice sounding more and more slurred. “Don’t think I have any space left in me.”

Kaiser spanks his other cheek, harder this time, hand firmly imprinting on his ass. “I’ll make it fit.”

Isagi looks up at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes. It seems entirely debased and coquettish. And it makes Kaiser want to completely ruin him. To eat him out and start all over again.

His eyes are so hazy, and Kaiser realizes, not just from exhaustion, but being drunk off of him.

Kaiser yanks Isagi up by his sweat-soaked hair, who doesn’t even warble in protest. He shoves his cock, half-hard and aching, in his face. Even with his endless stamina, he still needs some time after an unending number of rounds. “Clean me off instead then.”

Isagi mumbles something that sounds like his name before opening his mouth and licking at the head of his cock. He noisily begins sucking him off, choking himself on his eagerness to fit Kaiser’s large girth in his mouth. He kisses over the base of his cock, licks at the vein on its underside, mouths over his balls.

This has to be the sloppiest fucking blow job Isagi’s ever given him. Sloppier than the prep work Isagi gives himself.

Isagi’s tongue is half-lolling out of his mouth, giving him cute, little kitten licks as he cleans him off.

He’s completely cock drunk at this point.

Kaiser revels in the sight, pleasure twisting through him.

Isagi’s getting his pre-come all over his face as he sucks at him. “Open wide,” Kaiser orders and Isagi does it without a second thought. He forces a decent amount of his cock into Isagi’s mouth, going deeper with small, shallow thrusts.

He moans pleasantly around him, opening his mouth even wider. Isagi’s messily hollowing his cheeks, looking up at him with wide, fucked out eyes.

Kaiser thrusts in deeper. It’s enough to bring him to full hardness.

When he pulls out, Isagi’s lips are reddened with spit, drool and pre-come dribbling from his mouth.

“Give me your ass, Yoichi,” Kaiser orders and watches in awe as Isagi flops down over with a contented chirp and opens his legs. He doesn’t even question or complain about his change of plans.

Kaiser can, in fact, make it fit when he plunges his large cock back into Isagi’s overstuffed hole. His come gushes out of him with each thrust, staining Isagi’s thighs even more. Isagi is lying back, instinctively clenching around him, so fucked out that he can barely move at this point.

“So big, Mihya. So good. Mihya’s so big. Feel full, so stuffed. Please, so good. Mihya, amazing. You’re perfect, Mihya,” Isagi lets out a stream of non-stop babbling.

It’s not the begging Kaiser always goades him into.

Isagi’s so cock drunk, he doesn’t even know what he’s rambling about anymore. Hearing his stream of hazy, mindless thoughts has Kaiser’s cock twitching violently inside of him, and he knows he can’t last much longer.

Kaiser pulls him up and sits him down directly onto his cock. Isagi seems adorably confused at the change in position and Kaiser resists the urge to laugh.

“Since you’re so content with my dick inside you, I’m going to let you do some of the work,” Kaiser says, watching as Isagi’s eyes widen, looking completely cute and sulky. “I’m sure a pretty slut like you can remember how to ride a cock.”

Kaiser himself is back on the edge of exhaustion and Isagi was almost falling asleep before. Isagi just sinks down onto his cock, legs so shaky and tired that he can’t pick himself up again. He grinds helplessly down onto him in small, sweet movements. “Mihya, please, please-” Isagi mewls, “Can’t.”

He lifts his hands, resting them on his waist as though he’s going to do something. And then doesn’t.

“Mihya, please,” Isagi pleads, his voice breaking as he rests his head in the crook of Kaiser’s neck. “Tired, can’t. Please~”

Isagi looks like the definition of debauched. Stomach stuffed completely full of his come and cock, spend staining his thighs and face, bruises and bite marks littering every inch of his body, flushed and sweaty and entirely his.

“You started this- please, Mihya,” Isagi cries, tears wetting his lashes, chest heaving in shaky, gaspy breaths. He can’t make them go away. The thread’s been pulled too tight. He’s too fucked out, too exhausted. Completely in his hands.

Kaiser knows he’s broken whatever control Isagi has left.

Isagi grinds down, legs trembling like a leaf and sobs. Fat tears roll down his flushed round cheeks, spilling over, droplets forming on his come-soaked thighs. Soft pitiful noises that sound like a warbled mess of his name leave his trembling lips.

He’s gasping so hard, like there’s no breath left in him. All his breath fucked out of him, his frantic tears stealing the rest away. His hands, resting on Kaiser’s abs, curl into fists as a new wave of tears begin pouring out of him.

Isagi Yoichi is so pretty.

“M-M… Mihya-” Isagi wails through sharp breaths, voice all croaky and wet. His tears are staining his face, sticking to his lashes, dropping down between them. They're coming down so fast, he can't even wipe them away.

Kaiser wraps his arms around him in a vice-like grip, hugging him like he’s-

Something precious. Something fragile.

Isagi’s tears are soaking the skin where his rose tattoo is and Kaiser’s cock, still rock hard and ready to burst, twitches violently inside of him.

Kaiser thrusts up into him, another choked sob falling from Isagi’s lips as he cries, overwhelmed. “So fucking defiant, Yocchan. And now you’re just a pretty hole for me to fuck. An adorable little sleeve for my cock.”

Because gone is any sign of his once defiant Yoichi, replaced instead by a fucked stupid, teary faced, and cock-hungry slut.

So pretty. So lovely in his surrender.

Kaiser keeps pounding into his overstimulated prostate with promising thrusts.

Isagi Yoichi is clearly his. Only his.

“You’re mine, Yoichi. Only mine. My perfect little slut. That’s all you’re good for. Pleasuring me and hanging off my cock.” Kaiser can’t stop the words leaving his lips as he kisses Isagi’s tears away, watching with reverence as a new wave replaces them.

Isagi’s warbly voice is so wet and small sounding. So pathetic and sweet. “Mih- please.”

“Mine to love. Mine to hate. Mine to breed,” Kaiser snarls with each thrust.

Kaiser wrings a dry orgasm out of Isagi -- completely untouched. Quickly, Kaiser follows suit, pouring his white, hot come into Isagi one more time.

“Yoichi,” Kaiser whispers his name like a prayer. Isagi doesn’t answer him, doesn’t even look up at him, wet tears still pouring out of him as he hangs off of him.

He needs to get Isagi safe and settled. He needs to get some food and water into him. He needs to get him cleaned up. He needs to-

Kaiser begins lifting Isagi off his softening cock-

Isagi uses the last of a strength Kaiser didn’t think he had anymore to hold his trembling legs around him, keeping Kaiser locked in place.

“P-please don’t leave,” Isagi cries, voice breaking. He’s sobbing into his neck, tears wetting the rose tattoo there.

Kaiser rubs his back, holding his smaller body tight against him. “I won’t. I just want to get you cleaned up.”

Isagi shakes his head furiously. His chest is heaving with each choked sob as he stutters out, “M-Mihya- don’t leave-”

Kaiser holds him tighter still. “You’re mine, Yoichi. Mine to cherish. Mine to covet. I’m never going to leave you.”

“Mihya,” Isagi says his name like a plea, like it’s the last thing he’s holding onto. Like it’s the only word he knows anymore.

Love and hatred. Obsession and devotion.

Isagi has always been a defiant, unbreakable little thing to him. Kaiser can bend him and mold him and shape him, but he’s never been able to break him. Isagi’s too stubborn and prideful. He’s never watched him come apart like this, emotions pouring out of him in heavy wave after wave.

He’s done it. He’s finally done it.

Michael Kaiser has broken Isagi Yoichi.

But it doesn’t really matter, not in the way Kaiser wants it to. Because Isagi Yoichi is a work of reinvention. He’ll never give up or stay broken. He’ll keep getting back up. He’ll pick up each and every piece of himself. He’ll keep his defiance.

And maybe that’s what love and family is. Supporting someone as they put the pieces back.

“I love you, Yoichi.” Kaiser can’t remember the last time he said those words.

Hearing them sends a full body shudder through Isagi’s frame and he lets out another loud sob.

“You’re so beautiful, Yoichi. You’re perfect,” Kaiser whispers, kissing the crown of his head, putting him back together again. “I love you.”

They stay like that for a long time, Kaiser murmuring words of praise and reverence in his ear, petting every part of his body he can reach, kissing away each tear that falls. He holds him like he’s everything, settling him until the tears dry up.

After the amount of sex they’ve had, Kaiser thought it was an impossibility- well, Kaiser and the impossible never work well together. But somehow, with Isagi warming his cock this entire time and his tear-stained, pleading face looking up at him like he’s everything, Kaiser’s cock slowly begins stirring again.

Isagi clings to him, grinding his ass back down onto his achingly hard cock. “Don’t leave! Inside. Please, Mihya. I want you inside me.” And Kaiser comes one last time.

Eventually, Kaiser is able to coax Isagi off his cock.

Kaiser glances through the window and tries not to gape when he realizes that it’s actually beginning to darken outside.

He takes care of Isagi, getting him fed and making sure he’s well hydrated.

They’re resting in the warmth of the bath water after Kaiser cleans himself and Isagi up, endless praise and adoration leaving his lips. Isagi sits between Kaiser’s legs, propped up as he rests on his chest.

“Mihya… what was that?” Isagi says, his voice soft and hoarse. Like he’s almost lost it from how hard he’d been crying.

It’s a reasonable question. One Kaiser doesn’t even know how to begin answering. Because that wasn’t just Kaiser’s insatiable desire to constantly have Isagi filled to the brim with his come. That had been a lot.

“You never cry, Yoichi,” Kaiser says after a moment. “You hardly let yourself feel any negative emotions at all.”

Isagi doesn’t say anything for a while. “So, you decided to force it out of me… through marathon sex?”

Well-

Isagi doesn’t seem mad or angry or upset, but he doesn’t seem muted either. He’s still coming down from the high of his emotions, still open and vulnerable.

Kaiser nods slowly, one hand untangling Isagi’s hair. “I don’t like the idea of you just locking everything away and hoping you can purge it on the soccer field.” And then he asks, “How do you feel, Yoichi?”

“I don’t know,” Isagi’s voice is wrecked, barely above a whisper. Silence falls between them for a few moments as Kaiser continues running his hand through Isagi’s hair. “I feel better. I think.”

Kaiser doesn’t say anything, just continues his intimate ministrations. Let’s Isagi know that he’s there, he’s not going anywhere.

“I don’t know,” Isagi sighs and tucks himself against Kaiser’s chest. “It’s cathartic.”

“I’m your partner, Yoichi. Let me be your outlet too,” Kaiser says, his hold around Isagi’s waist tightening. “Every emotion you have -- happiness, anger, sadness. I want all of them.”

Isagi nods, a tired accepting smile on his face. “Okay, Mihya. I’m holding you to that.”

After a moment, Kaiser adds, “You know, you’re really pretty when you cry, Yoichi.”

Isagi glances back up at him, realization dawning in his eyes. “You- you like it when I cry, don’t you?”

Like it doesn’t feel like the right way to word it. Honestly, Kaiser doesn’t even know where to start since this began spiraling all those months ago.

It had started with a genuine and considering curiosity. One that refused to leave him alone. An image that demanded to stay at the forefront of his mind. He wanted Isagi to express himself off the field. He wanted Isagi to express himself with him. And he likes when Isagi expresses himself. The trust, the vulnerability, the defenselessness. Everything Isagi has always hid away from the world, there in the palms of his hands.

There in the form of pretty tears and trusting eyes, waiting for Kaiser to put him back together again. Knowing that he’ll stay to do so.

He likes it. He really, really likes it.

“I don’t mind it,” Isagi says after a moment. “Crying for you… I don’t mind it. It was kinda nice.”

Kaiser stares at Isagi, taking in his genuine, open expression. “Are you sure, Yoichi?”

Isagi nods. “I know I act differently when I’m on and off the field to an extent -- I’m not an idiot. I know the way I’m coping right now with my emotions- that won’t work forever. Something’s going to give eventually, but… it’s hard. Really hard. So make me cry, Mihya. Until I can do it on my own.”

Kaiser wraps his other arms around Isagi, holding him tightly to his body in a grounding hug. “I will, Yoichi. I promise.”

“Good,” Isagi sighs, relaxing further into him.

Kaiser smiles mischievously. “Tomorrow then? I’ll fuck you till you pass out and then keep fucking you. You’ll wake up sobbing pretty little tears all over my cock.”

“… Maybe wait until I can feel my lower body again,” Isagi mumbles, half-hiding his face in the curve of Kaiser’s tattooed arm.

Kaiser laughs before saying in a more serious tone, “So, you’re not mad?”

Isagi makes a scoffing noise. “I’m too tired to be mad.” Then Isagi half-shrugs and adds, “I can’t be too mad anyway. That’s kinda what I love about you.”

Kaiser tries to stop his mouth from falling open.

“Don’t look so surprised, Mihya,” Isagi laughs lightly. “You overachiever prodigy. I kind of can’t believe you noticed all that about me. Obsessive, much?”

“No more than you,” Kaiser snarks back.

“I was sad because you were right… and I didn’t know what to do about it,” Isagi admits. “But, you know, you’re not the only one who notices small details.”

Kaiser smirks. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I’m going to beat you, Mihya.”

Kaiser’s not even sure what they’re really competing for this time, but he smiles nonetheless. “You can certainly try, Yoichi,” Kaiser teases, kissing him on the cheek.

***

A few weeks later, they’re coming back home from a Bastard München team dinner.

When Erik Gesner insisted that Isagi try another awful fucking drink, Kaiser watched as he politely declined. And continued declining. Until Gesner pouted and left him alone, unhappy but obviously fine with the turn of events.

It’s a slow, slow process, but in small minute ways, Kaiser can see Isagi blooming off the field too.

Advocating for his preferences with his team, even if it’s just which room he wants to share with Kaiser during away games. Setting boundaries with his Blue Lock friends, even if it’s just when it’s appropriate to spam his phone.

He almost lets himself cry into Kaiser’s shoulder after a really hard day.

Kaiser is opening the door to their apartment when his phone starts ringing: Isagi Iyo.

He and Isagi were going to get into another drinking competition. Now, Kaiser’s glad Ness and Kurona decided to stop them after their second drink.

Iyo almost never calls him personally. She usually speaks to him through Isagi’s phone. A thrum of panic goes through him.

Something is wrong. Something bad happened. My fa- Isagi’s family, something’s wrong. Please be okay-

“Good morning, ma’am,” Kaiser greets, making sure to keep his voice level. “This is Michael speaking. Yoichi is right next to me.”

Isagi closes the door behind them and flops down onto the couch. Normally, he joins in when Iyo calls, but right now, he seems more than happy to laze around with his eyes closed. Isagi didn’t seem that drunk when they were leaving the restaurant and bar.

“And good evening to you, Michael!” Iyo says, giggling. He hears Issei shout a warm greeting to him in the background of the static. “Actually, this is going to be a quick call since I need to head to work soon. I just wanted to chat with you.”

Another bolt of panic goes through him. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, nothing. You’re perfect, dear,” she replies easily. “I just wanted to thank you for sending over those photos I asked for! It’s so sweet that you remembered, Michael.”

A pause. “The photos.”

“And they’re so cute!” Iyo continues, gushing. “Aw, you in your old Bastard München uniform was absolutely precious. I didn’t know they had different colors, haha; it looks like I still have a lot to learn.”

Kaiser’s eyes widen in shock and realization. On the couch, Isagi is humming to himself, a warm, content smile painting his lips. A knowing smile.

“And your hair was so different! I really like it, Michael, I think it suits you. Your hair right now suits you too, of course -- it’s very memorable.” Kaiser hears some mumbling in the background. “Issei says it matches your tattoo well.”

Kaiser manages to get his voice back, roughly swallowing the lump forming in his throat. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“We put all the photos in the family photo album. They’re right next to Yocchan’s photos from middle school.”

Kaiser doesn’t even know how to describe the wave of something washing over him. But it’s warm, so warm. Warm like scoring a goal. Warm like Isagi’s hugs. “Uh-”

“Issei and I are so glad you’re a part of our family!” Iyo continues, not even realizing the shock still coursing through Kaiser. “We like how Yocchan is when he’s with you. I don’t care what anyone else says, but he’s willing to be so much more like himself.”

“I’m glad too,” Kaiser says, hoping she can’t hear the way his voice is choking up.

“I think you both can bring out good things in each other. If you let it happen,” Iyo adds, a knowing lilt to her tone. It sounds so loving.

Kaiser’s throat feels dry. “I think so too.”

Good things -- the best and the worst.

“Not to intrude, but I approve. Y’know… whenever you want to propose~” Iyo says in a singsong manner, laughing. Kaiser thinks he may be having a heart attack. “Okay, okay, Issei is pulling me away from the phone now. Apparently, I shouldn’t say things like that. Call back when you can, will you, Michael?”

“Of course, ma’am,” Kaiser says after a moment, heart pounding in his chest. He puts his phone down, the sound of it thudding against the counter barely heard as a roar sounds in his ear.

Thanks, mom.

Everything feels muted around him: the cold air of their apartment, the sound of his feet as he approaches the couch, his own body.

Kaiser throws himself onto Isagi’s lap, letting warmth wash over him as Isagi, his family, holds him.

Isagi pets his hair as he cries.

Notes:

thank you very much for reading and i hope you enjoyed the fic! any kudos, comments, bookmarks, etc are greatly loved and appreciated <3

i need the tag for kaiser having a big dick to be marked common so it can fit my capital letters for tags aesthetic. otherwise i will be forced to write half a dozen smutty one-shots about kaiser having a large cock in protest [this is a threat jkjk]. thank you for your time and understanding.

one day, i will finish my wip about kaiser training isagi to take his huge cock,,,,

ok lol i am joking around but this is also a warning i'm hopping on the kaiser having a big dick train.

anyway enough of my tomfoolery! up next is kiis flowershop/tattoo parlor au, a dead dove hunger games au fic, and some more outsider pov. see ya then xx

-jury