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Kaiser barely heard the burst of laughter that rattled around the concrete locker room when he slammed his locker shut, the metal on metal scrape sharp and ugly, like the burn under his skin.
He hadn’t even said anything that crazy, he thought. It made sense. Why would you need to do anything besides fuck?
That’s what people wanted, right? That’s what Ness always seemed to want. Ness, who never said no, who only moaned and arched and took whatever Kaiser gave him without complaint when he had to blow hormonal steam.
But the words kept clawing at him, the way the guys had looked at him, half amused, half confused, like he was some cave dwelling freak.
Earlier, before it had spiraled into this stupid fight, they'd been talking, loud, stupid, careless. Locker doors slamming, sweaty shirts tossed over the benches, the reek of soap and dirt and testosterone hanging thick in the air. The locker room buzzed with laughter, the guys still running high off the adrenaline from the game. They were tossing towels at each other, laughing about the stupid shit they’d done in the game. But then, of course, the conversation always drifted to the same place—women. And today was no different.
"My girl’s been on my ass again," one of them, Luca, maybe, Kaiser didn’t really give a shit, was saying, voice half whining. "Keeps saying I don't do enough foreplay. Like, sorry, you’re already wet, what the fuck more do you want?"
That got a round of chuckles. Some nods. Another guy chimed in, yanking his shirt over his head, "Man, it’s always like that. You give them head once and suddenly they expect it every time."
"Like I’m not busy enough trying not to nut in thirty seconds," someone else joked, and the group howled.
One slapped the back of Luca’s head in mock sympathy, and another added, “Yeah, yeah, she’s not gonna stop unless you choke her out a little, man.”
“Right, right,” Luca chimed in, a grin stretching across his face. “I’m just trying to come, now I gotta be worrying about her while I’m at it.”
“So, man, you know what I don’t get? These chicks, they want too much these days,” another said, flicking his towel in the air with a lazy flip. “That’s what my girl keeps saying. Gotta give her foreplay, like, what the fuck does that even mean?”
A few of the other guys snickered. Henry slapped his hands together and leaned against the lockers, already grabbing for his gym bag. "Man, it's like, you gotta get them heated up first, right? You know, like, don’t just rip their clothes off and dive in. It’s fucking annoying"
One of the younger guys, someone Ness had passed to once during a practice game before they’d made their deal (which now made him persona non grata in Kaiser’s eyes), who was trying to act older than he was, joined in with a grin. "Mine likes when I kiss her neck or rub her thighs. Get the blood flowing."
Kaiser couldn’t help but think what would Ness like?
He leaned against his open locker, listening without meaning to, something grimy and sick coiling in his gut.
Foreplay. He said it out loud, barely realizing he was speaking. "Foreplay?" he repeated, almost sneering.
The group went dead silent, the shift in the air so immediate it was almost physical. They all looked at him, really looked at him, like seeing a dog stand up and start speaking German.
Kaiser never talked to them if he could help it. He didn't joke around. He didn’t smile at their stupid banter about which actress had the biggest tits or who on the girls’ team they’d sleep with. He was the guy who bloodied someone’s nose if they bumped into him wrong, the guy no one wanted to sit next to if they could help it.
And now he was standing there, forehead bruised from a fight earlier, blood still drying in a thin line down his temple, asking them what foreplay was like a feral animal that had stumbled into civilization.
"Yeah," Luca said after a beat. "You know. Fingering, going down on her, playing with her a little so it’s not just, like, jackhammering her pussy. But it’s just them being annoying, they’ll come either way.”
There were some snickers, some uncomfortable shuffles of feet. Nobody wanted to explain more than that. Nobody wanted to be the one responsible for getting too close to Kaiser.
Kaiser just stood there, feeling the words sink into him like rusted hooks. Fingering. Going down. Playing with her. Annoying. The words were ugly. Filthy. Like the guys saying them. Like him.
The sour taste in the back of his throat wouldn't go away.
He turned and slammed his locker shut so hard it echoed across the room, and the laughter that followed was more relief than anything. "Fuck off," he muttered. Was that the kind of guy he was? The kind of guy who just got off, then left?
He stormed out, fists clenched so tight his nails bit into his palms.
Outside, the scrape on his forehead stung in the cold air. It was a stormy day with crap weather, and the sky was dark and cloudy even though it was only about five at night. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to come back to Ness. To his warm body, his soft skin, the food he’d cook for the both of them while he hummed some commercial jingle to himself in their small, communal kitchenette. Ness, with his fluffy hair tickling his thighs as he took Kaiser into his mouth on his knees beneath his desk and The 48 Laws of Power that rested above it.
Kaiser’s teeth ground together as he stomped down the street, the laughter still ringing in his ears, a taunting echo that felt like it was crawling under his skin. He didn’t understand why it bothered him so much. They were just idiots, right? Idiots who spent their time comparing who got the tightest cunt or the hottest girl. But it wasn’t that. It was the way they looked at him after he’d asked about foreplay like he’d just asked them about a goddamn alien.
The fucking nerve of them.
“Foreplay,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head, each word rolling off his tongue like poison. What kind of sick joke was that? They weren’t talking about meaning anything. They were talking about routines. About getting their rocks off without a second thought. Like some goddamn factory line.
Kaiser’s mind flashed back to Ness, his voice low, like it always was when they were alone, his hands so soft but his touches like a constant reminder. Kaiser couldn’t look at him the same after what he'd heard in that locker room. He didn’t know if he was mad at Ness for being so... easy, or mad at himself for letting it happen. The guy never asked for anything, never pushed. He took it, always.
Kaiser was always so sure of himself in those moments, or at least he liked to think he was. The look in Ness' eyes, the way his hands gripped him, the way he gasped and moaned—it all made Kaiser feel like he knew exactly what he was doing. Now it was different.
Ness had come. He’d said it, the breathy moan that spilled from his lips, the way his body jerked beneath Kaiser’s grip. But something in the back of Kaiser’s mind twisted. Was it real? Was he even paying attention?
Ness had always been a little bit too accommodating, too ready to please. Kaiser knew that. Hell, it was part of what he liked about him—Ness never complained, always took whatever Kaiser gave him, did whatever Kaiser asked him, no questions asked. But the way he came, the sound of his voice, the way his body trembled in all the right ways...
Kaiser felt a lump settle in his throat.
Was he pretending?
It was the kind of thing Ness would do. He was always so damn considerate of everyone else, always trying to make sure nobody else felt bad or uncomfortable. Was he faking it for me?
The thought gnawed at him. It was the kind of thing the girlfriends of those guys in the locker room would do, just to get through the motions of a counting down the weak thrusts of their sexual partner, in and out, in and out. The idea that Ness, his Ness, would do that just to make him happy hit him like a slap to the face.
The streets outside were quieter now, the late night buzz of traffic and people walking home filtering through his head. What did Ness think about it all? Did he care? Did it matter?
Kaiser kicked a can off the sidewalk, watching it skitter off into the gutter. What would he even say? What the fuck did he even want from this?
He laughed, a bitter, sharp sound that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Fuckin' foreplay," he muttered again, the words tasting like dirt.
He could already feel Ness’ hands on him, fussing, murmuring soft stupid things about cleaning it up, about taking care of him. Like he deserved to be taken care of and wasn’t broken from the inside out.
Kaiser grit his teeth, dragging a hand through his hair. He hadn't had a normal childhood. He hadn’t gotten those awkward birds and the bees talks from Dad or the cartoon diagrams or the boring teachers droning on about mutual satisfaction and sexual reproduction and anatomy.
He just picked up what he could, the streets, locker room gossip, porn mags left laying around, instinct, Ness' soft gasps and the way he moved, the way he shook his hips like a bitch in heat whenever Kaiser touched him.
Ness had never said anything about being unhappy, never looked at him like he wasn't enough.
He hadn’t known he was supposed to think about Ness’ pleasure, beyond how good he looked begging for it.
Was he just like them? Those idiots, those assholes who laughed about how they couldn’t be bothered to make their girls cum?
Kaiser swallowed thickly, bile rising in his throat.
No. He was worse. Because Ness trusted him. Because Ness looked at him like he was good, worth all the time in the world, even when Kaiser wasn’t sure he had anything good inside him at all.
And all this time, Kaiser had been using him, and not just in soccer. Treating him like a warm body that he could get off on, not even realizing there was more Ness could want.
Kaiser pressed the heel of his palm against his forehead, feeling the sting of the scrape, trying to drive the thoughts out, but they stuck like burrs under his skin.
He hated those guys. He hated the way they laughed.
He hated the way it made him see himself—the mirror held up, ugly and sharp and unflinching.
And most of all, he hated the thought of Ness looking at him the same way those girls looked at those losers; tired, disappointed, resentful.
He wasn’t going to be that. Not with Ness. Not if it killed him.
Now there was this ugly little voice in the back of his head, echoing the way the guys had looked at him, half amused, half confused, and the way one of them had said it, you can just use her mouth and pussy and call it a day. They’ll keep coming back anyway.
The door to the dorm creaked as Kaiser shoved it open with his shoulder, his bag slung carelessly off one arm.
The place was quiet except for the low hum of the heater and the sound of water dripping somewhere.
He hesitated in the entryway, feeling stupid. Heavy. Like he had walked into the same room with the furniture flipped vertically, each painting of the opposite wall. The train engine hiss of a tea kettle broke him out of his own head, but only slightly.
The bathroom door opened with a soft hiss of steam, and Ness stepped out, towel slung loose around his hips, still running another through his damp hair. His skin was flushed pink from the hot water, and he smelled good—clean, sweet, the faint sharpness of soap still clinging to him. “Kaiser? Is that you,” Ness calls, even though Kaiser was right there, still unnoticed, “I’m making tea!”
Kaiser stood there like an idiot, hands jammed in his jacket pockets, staring. He didn’t announce himself as he watched Ness shake water out of his curls like a dog.
Ness blinked when he saw him, then his expression crumpled immediately into worry. “Kaiser,” he breathed, voice soft, hurt. He crossed the room in three quick steps, towel falling off his head onto the floor. “What happened?”
Kaiser shrugged, tried to look away, but Ness caught a glimpse of the dried blood and the angry scrape across his temple anyway.
“Oh my God,” Ness whispered. His thumb brushed lightly over the uninjured skin, feather gentle. “I’ll just run and get dressed, let me clean it.”
He urged Kaiser toward the bed, fussing, disappearing into the bathroom again for a change of clothes and supplies.
Kaiser sat heavily, staring at the floor. His heart was thudding hard, like he’d just finished running, even though he hadn’t moved in minutes. He tried to squeeze the ache away, fist clutching his shirt, but he dropped it quickly as Ness turned the corner.
Ness returned with a damp cloth and a little first aid kit they kept under the sink for moments exactly like this—though, Kaiser realized bitterly, it was always Ness patching him up. Never the other way around.
“Hold still,” Ness said quietly, now in shorts and an oversized BM brand tshirt, climbing onto the couch next to him, his bare legs brushing Kaiser's track pants.
The cloth was warm against his skin, and Ness was careful, painfully careful, dabbing at the dried blood and dirt, murmuring apologies whenever Kaiser flinched, even though Kaiser barely felt it. He’d survived worse than a little scuff.
He wanted to say something, to tell Ness about the locker room, about the pit in his gut, about the sick realization gnawing at him like a gutter rat. Wanted to tell him he was sorry, for things he hadn't even understood he was doing wrong.
But the words stuck in his throat, heavy and sharp edged. Instead, he just sat there and let Ness take care of him, every soft, worried touch sinking deeper and deeper into the hollow inside him.
Ness leaned back a little to inspect his work, frowning slightly in concentration. His hair was starting to dry, curling a little at the ends, unsightly frizzy. His eyes were squinted in concentration, and the usual mauve of his pupils looked almost gray under the dim light and the reflections of the incoming stork beyond the windowpane. Kaiser could feel the heat of his body, the gentle rise and fall of his breath.
Ness’ gaze flicked down Kaiser’s face, lingering on his mouth for a moment too long.
Kaiser stared at him. This stupid, soft hearted, bumbling idiot.
“You're not mad?” Kaiser asked roughly, the words scraping out of him before he could stop them.
Ness blinked, confused. “Mad? Why would I be mad? You got hurt, you—you need someone to look after you sometimes, it’s okay—”
“No,” Kaiser said, cutting him off, voice low. Raw. “Mad at me.”
At how selfish he’d been. At how stupid.
Ness' face softened, and he smiled that same small, achingly gentle smile he always gave Kaiser when he was being difficult and didn’t know how to ask for what he needed.
“I’m not mad, I could never be mad at you,” Ness said simply, pressing the cloth ever so lightly to Kaiser’s temple. “I just...want you to let me take care of you. That’s all.”
Kaiser sat there, muscles locked.
Ness kept fretting over him, as usual, dabbing carefully at the scrape with a fresh tissue soaked in rubbing alcohol. The sting flared sharp under Kaiser's skin, but he barely noticed it. The scent of the alcohol burned his nostrils, sure, but underneath it, he could still smell Ness; the soft, clean sweetness of his magnolia blossom shampoo, the faint warmth of his skin, fresh from the shower.
His hair was damp, sticking in magenta strands to his forehead. His cheeks were pink from the heat of the water, and there were little drops still clinging to his collarbone, sliding down the long, slim line of his neck.
His hands were so small, so careful. Every touch was tentative, feather light, like he was afraid he might hurt Kaiser worse if he pressed too hard. His brows were drawn together in a deep frown, lower lip worried between his teeth as he worked.
He just watched him, Ness, sitting there with his knees brushing against Kaiser's thighs, so desperate for Kaiser’s attention it made something ache deep in his gut.
The big shirt slipped a little lower on Ness' shoulder when he reached for the antiseptic cream, and Kaiser caught a flash of pale, smooth skin—the sharp jut of his collarbone, the delicate swell of chest.
He swallowed hard, his throat clicking dryly.
"Did they start with you again?” Ness asked, glancing up through his lashes, eyes bright and accusing. "They’re such.. shitty clowns in there, that’s why I like to just shower here instead."
Kaiser snorted under his breath at Ness’ newly introduced cursing, like he was trying to parrot Kaiser, forcing a grin. Anyway, that wasn’t the only reason Ness didn’t shower in the locker rooms.
Ness gave him a look as he laughed along with him, not knowing Kaiser’s was at him, all fondness and warmth. Kaiser’s grin faltered. His hands curled into fists against the mattress.
The old instincts kicked in, the ones that told him to shove Ness away, to pretend he didn’t need anyone.
But Ness was still there, still so close, still looking at him like he wanted to be here, and suddenly Kaiser didn’t have the strength to push him away.
Instead, he reached out, clumsily, awkwardly, and curled a hand around the back of Ness' neck, pulling him forward until their foreheads bumped together.
Ness made a soft, surprised noise, but he didn’t pull away. He just let himself be held there, breathing slow and warm against Kaiser's mouth.
Neither of them moved. Ness would never move without Kaiser telling him to, touch without being asked. The only sounds were the faint hum of the heater and the stuttering thud of Kaiser’s heartbeat in his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenching. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Ness' hands slid up his shoulders after a short trepidation, gentle and reassuring, and Kaiser realized he didn’t want to run. Not tonight. Slowly, he let himself sink into Ness' touch, breathing him in, the floral, powdery scent of his lotion, the living warmth of his palms.
Kaiser grit his teeth again, the sourness in his stomach spreading like oil, staining his insides. He didn't understand it.
His eyes flickered to the way Ness’ lips parted, his soft, steady breath mixing with Kaiser's. The faint pink of his cheeks, the way his eyes fluttered closed with eyelashes as thick as the edge of a raven’s wing whenever Kaiser touched him. His hands, always so gentle, had been the first to teach Kaiser what touch could mean beyond the rough, instinctual ways he'd known.
Kaiser swallowed hard and shifted closer to Ness, the heat of his body warming him through the thin layers of their clothes.
He let his fingers tighten over the nape of Ness’ neck where they had been resting, pulling him closer by the hair, just a tug.
Ness let out a small sound, a breath that felt like an invitation. Kaiser leaned in, his lips brushing against his neck, the spot just below his ear where he could feel the pulse of his heartbeat, thump, thump. Not like the hammering of fists on a locked door or the drumming of a rainstorm on a streaked windowpane, no, Ness’ heartbeat bloomed like a rose unfolding in slow, aching motion.
His lips lingered there, tasting the salt from his flesh, before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, earning a sharp inhale from Ness.
He could feel Ness’ hands coming up again as if unsure whether he could touch or not, tentatively resting on his chest, and Kaiser didn’t let him pull away. His lips trailed lower, to the curve of his shoulder, the smooth skin there that he could taste now, slowly licking the sensitive patch. The way Ness shivered beneath him only made him more intent on this, this thing that had always felt… unnecessary before.
Kaiser’s hands roamed. He stroked down Ness’ back, the line of his spine, feeling the small shudder when he reached the waistband of his shorts, fingers just brushing beneath it. The heat between them seemed to grow with every touch, and Kaiser found himself pulled deeper into it, the nagging thoughts about what he should be doing fading into the background.
Ness’ breath was shallow, his body soft against Kaiser’s. He was still careful, too much. Like he was afraid to ask for anything, to push for more. Almost like he was surprised that Kaiser was initiating something like this. More than just the usual bend over and pull your pants down.
When he kissed Ness again, his hands pulled him closer, his fingers pressing into the meaty flesh of his side. Ness groaned into the kiss. It was the first time he’d heard Ness give such a sound from him outside of sex. A deep, throaty one that went straight to his chest.
Without thinking, he shifted his weight, lifting Ness to the middle of the bed. He wanted to see him fully, to feel every inch of him like he hadn’t before.
The way Ness melted against him, pliant in his touch, made Kaiser hesitate just for a moment. He had always taken without thinking. His fingers moved along the curve of Ness’ waist, dipping beneath the hem of his shorts and sliding over his hips. His mouth followed the same path, kissing down his chest, lingering over the places that made Ness arch beneath him, that little spot just below his collarbone, the way his ribs would tremble when Kaiser brushed them.
A tense, raw hunger that burned through him.
Ness’ breath caught when Kaiser’s hand slid lower, the small gasp breaking the quiet between them. His hands on Kaiser’s shoulders kept holding him there, not pushing him away but not pulling him in either, like he wasn’t sure what to make of this.
Kaiser paused, his breath uneven, his heart racing as his thoughts clashed. Ness had always been gentle with him, always given in without asking for much in return. With his own body aching for something more, Kaiser wasn’t sure how much of this was for him or for Ness.
“Ah, Kaiser… are you okay?” Ness’ voice was soft, full of concern, and it made Kaiser freeze. It wasn’t what he was expecting. He wasn’t expecting this, Ness, always attuned to him, always knowing when he was off, when something wasn’t right. It made him vaguely disgusted with himself, that just a little kissing would make Ness think something was dangerously wrong with him.
Kaiser pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Ness’ for a moment, eyes shut tight. Ness’ fingers found his jaw, lifting his face just enough to meet his eyes. “What’s going on?”
It was so easy, so simple, the way Ness offered himself to Kaiser, the way he didn’t demand anything. Just... patience. Kaiser swallowed hard, but his throat felt too tight to speak.
Instead, he kissed Ness again, this time with less urgency and hunger.
His mind kept drifting back to the locker room, to those fucking idiots laughing and throwing around words like they meant nothing. He couldn’t shake it or stop the way it twisted his insides. He wasn’t like them. He couldn’t be. He refused to be.
Ness always gave in. Always. His hands slid up Kaiser’s chest, but Kaiser didn’t want this to be just another repeat of the same thing. He didn’t want to be the guy who used Ness like some lame two pump loser. He didn’t want to be like those fucking guys in the locker room. He didn’t want to just fuck and roll over, not knowing if Ness even felt anything from it. He still had his fucking pride.
He pulled away, eyes hard, narrowed with frustration.
“We’re you ever gonna tell me you’re not finished, Ness?” The words came out rough, sharper than he’d intended. He didn’t even know if he was asking for himself or for the guy who should have known better, but the anger bubbled up inside him.
Ness looked at him, confused but still calm, his fingers brushing against Kaiser’s jawline. “What?”
Kaiser ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated laugh escaping him. “You let me do all this shit and then just... keep taking it, like it’s nothing. Like I’m just some... other guy who’s too stupid to know better.”
He felt like a fucking idiot, realizing now that he didn’t even know the basics of this stuff, that there was more to it than just getting off. He had no idea what it meant to make sure someone else was satisfied before sex—hell, he hadn’t even realized that was a thing people cared about.
He hated himself for being so clueless. He hated how it made him feel like a fucking child, standing there with all these dumb questions in his head, while those idiots in the locker room made it sound so simple. So fucking easy. Like it was just about getting off, about fucking until your dick couldn’t get any harder, and that was the end of it. But it was more than that. It had to be. It felt stupid, but he wanted it to be.
Kaiser stared at Ness, that tight knot of anger and self loathing starting to dissolve, replaced by a heavier stone in his stomach.
“I’m not like them,” Kaiser muttered, pulling Ness back into the kiss, this time slower. He wasn’t that goddamn pathetic. He was better than that.
Ness’ breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away, he didn’t say anything, and maybe that was what pissed Kaiser off the most—because if Ness had told him, if he’d opened his mouth and said something, Kaiser wouldn’t have felt so stupid now, so blind to the whole damn thing.
It was his only chance to prove that he wasn’t just some animal, some mindless jerk who couldn’t do more than get off and move on. He wanted to know what it felt like.
Ness leaned back just slightly as their lips parted, his hands awkwardly fidgeting at his sides. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words caught in his throat, leaving him with nothing more than a shaky exhale. Kaiser noticed it immediately, the way Ness’ shoulders tensed, the subtle tremor in his fingers as they dug into the hem of his shirt. It was like Ness wasn’t sure how to breathe anymore.
“Uhm,” Ness began, clearing his throat, his voice suddenly less sure. “I mean… if you wanna... you know, it’s okay.” His words were a little too fast, forced, like he was trying to cover up what was suddenly too raw for him to deal with. “You don’t have to do anything bothersome. No need to prove anything.”
Kaiser’s gaze sharpened, catching the way Ness’ hands now gripped his shirt so tight that his knuckles were turning white. Ness, always so open and willing, suddenly looking like he was standing on shaky ground. Something had shifted in him, and it was like he couldn’t handle it. Maybe Kaiser’s sudden shift in attitude was too much for him. Maybe Ness had been used to Kaiser’s roughness, his impatience, his need to take, and now that Kaiser was even tending to the idea of more then just a quick fuck, it had thrown him off balance.
Kaiser leaned in closer, eyes narrowing as he watched Ness try to pull away from him. The little movements, those quick shifts of his body, the way his hands trembled like he couldn’t quite decide if he wanted to touch Kaiser or pull away, made it all so goddamn clear. He didn’t know how to handle it now that Kaiser wasn’t just slamming him into the nearest surface and taking what he wanted. Kaiser had skipped his lines in his oh so predictable script and throw them both off rhythm.
It wasn’t like before. When Kaiser had been rough, when he’d just wanted to pull Ness’ underwear down his thighs and fuck the boy into the arm of the couch, it was easy. It was clear.
Was this all that a little foreplay could achieve? Kaiser didn’t understand why the guys acted like it was such a hassle. He liked having Ness squirming like this.
Kaiser grinned to himself, low and sharp, watching Ness fidget like he was the one on the edge now. It was obvious. The flush on his skin, his shallow breath that skipped every time Kaiser moved too close. His hands, still trembling, clenched into fists, but it wasn’t the anger he was used to seeing from Ness when someone disobeyed Kaiser’s order. This was nervousness. Hesitation. Arousal, stronger than he’d ever seen it in him. Kaiser couldn’t help but feel that fucking power surge through him.
Ness scooted back on the bed like he thought it’d do something, that putting space between them would change the fact that Kaiser was already all over him or stop Kaiser from figuring him out.
He could feel how hot Ness was, all flushed, breathing heavy, hands shaking like he was gonna come in his goddamn pants just from Kaiser touching him.
Ness was trying to keep his face neutral, but Kaiser could see the way his lips parted, how his chest rose and fell with each shaky breath. He could see the way his hands gripped the blanket, like he was trying not to make a noise.
Ness was turned on, yet pretending he wasn’t. Was he still protecting Kaiser’s ridiculous pride?
Kaiser let his head drop back against the wall, palms spread out on the mattress like he was surrendering, but his eyes stayed locked on Ness. He watched the way Ness hovered, caught between wanting to touch him and wanting to bolt.
Good. Let him sweat a little.
"You say that shit, but you don't even know what you want," Kaiser muttered. He spread his legs a little wider, a lazy slouch, like he wasn’t already keyed up from the way Ness’ throat bobbed when he swallowed. "You’re used to me grabbing you, fucking you fast, tossing you around. Now that I’m sitting here, you don’t know where to look."
He flicked his gaze down, dragging it slow over Ness’ flushed body, the trembling hands, the pink flush crawling up his neck. Pathetic. Ness was so pathetic.
"You ever think about that, Ness?" Kaiser huffed. "How you only know how to spread your legs and take it when I don't give you a choice?"
Ness flinched, and Kaiser felt something hot and ugly spark low in his body; satisfaction, power, something bitter and electric that made him lean in, real close. He let the mattress creak under his weight, grinning when Ness scooted back, right into the wall.
"You getting scared now?" Kaiser said, tilting his head. "You scared ‘cause I’m actually looking at you? ‘Cause I didn’t rip your pants down and shove it in you?"
Ness shook his head, frantic, mouth opening like he was gonna say something, but Kaiser cut him off with a click of his tongue.
"Don't lie to me, Ness," Kaiser said. "Don't you fucking dare."
Ness’ breathing was shallow, his knees drawn up like he could hide himself if he tried hard enough. Kaiser could see everything, the shame, the arousal, the confusion. It made him feel high, like he was ten feet tall.
"You think I'm like those assholes in the locker room?" Kaiser said, voice dropping into a rough growl. "Huh? Think I'm some bitch who’s not good enough to fuck you?"
Of all people went unsaid.
Ness shook his head again, desperate now. "No—no, Kaiser, you’re not. You’re not! You always—you always make me feel good, I swear!"
Kaiser laughed, mean and cold. He leaned in until he could feel Ness' shaky breath against his lips. "Yeah? Then why are you always so quiet after?" he whispered. "You just lay there like you’re waiting for me to leave?"
Ness’ face crumpled, eyes shining wet, but Kaiser didn’t stop. He wanted to see it—he wanted Ness to admit it. To hurt a little the way Kaiser was hurting inside, the way he didn’t know how to fix with soft kisses and stupid fumbling touches.
"You don't even know what you want," Kaiser said again, rougher now, crowding him against the wall. "And you think I do? You think I’ve got some goddamn manual for how to make you feel good?"
He grabbed Ness’ wrist, holding it just on the edge of too tight, letting the tremor run up his arm. Ness was vibrating under his skin, needy and scared and his.
Kaiser softened his voice, made it lower like coaxing a flighty, cornered animal, leaning in until his forehead pressed against Ness'. "It's okay, though," he murmured. "I’m doing you a favor. Do you think any of those locker room fucks would ever do this for you."
He felt Ness sag under the weight of his words, nodding a little, eyes half closed, pliant.
Kaiser smiled then, sharp and wolfish where Ness couldn't see it.
Good. That's what he thought. This was easier to navigate, easier than the gnawing feeling that maybe he wanted to make Ness come this was not for power or for pride, but for his pleasure.
"Uh.. well, you're always getting into fights," Ness said, voice shaking as he tried to change the subject. His thighs were pressed together on the bed, his curly hair falling into his eyes. He squirmed, squeezing them like he was trying to relieve an ache. Kaiser couldn't look away. “I know you’re stronger than all of them, but I still worry someone might take it too far and hurt your leg or something more serious…”
Maybe he should have let it go. Let Ness keep lying with that sweet smile, pretending it was enough. But he couldn’t.
He caught Ness’ wrist midair, holding it still. His voice was flat. "Let me eat you out."
Ness blinked at him, like he was still processing the words. His cheeks went pink almost instantly. "Kaiser—what!?”
“Your pussy,” he said, like Ness was dumb. He pushed forward, not giving Ness a chance to think, to wriggle away like he always did when he was embarrassed. He shoved Ness back onto the mattress roughly, climbing over him.
"You always act like you're fine," Kaiser muttered, his face inches from Ness', "but you're lying, aren't you?"
"I'm not!" Ness gasped, trying to sit up. Kaiser pinned him down with one hand to his chest. “I swear.”
"Don't lie to me." His fingers flexed over Ness' heartbeat. He wanted to press deeper into the cavity of his chest, twist and pull and yank his beating heart free so he could swallow it whole and ensure he was the only one who got to hear its ticking for the rest of his life. "You don't always cum. Tell me.”
Ness looked away, biting his lip. His body trembled under Kaiser’s palm. "I...I'm always happy to be with Kaiser like this," he whispered.
Kaiser snarled, feeling the same anger from the locker room rising up again. "That's not an answer."
He grabbed Ness by the hips, dragging him down the bed until his thighs fell open under Kaiser’s weight. Ness was gasping, eyes wide, so embarrassed he couldn't speak.
"Let me eat you out," Kaiser said again, voice rough with something hot and shameful in his gut. He didn't even really know how, but he didn't care. He'd figure it out. He'd fucking learn. It couldn’t be rocket science to make someone as easy as Ness come this way.
Ness squirmed, trying to press his legs together, hands flailing to cover his face. "Kaiser, it’s… you don't have to, I swear, it's not—"
"Fucking shut up." Kaiser yanked Ness' shorts down, the tips of his fingers brushing warm skin, the outline of damp panties sticking against Ness' pussy.
He’d never seen Ness this wet before, a damp patch on his underwear where he was already this soaked from just a little kissing. Was that the supposed power of foreplay? It made his insides burn, and he suppressed that ache in favor of digging his fingers into Ness’ thighs to keep them spread wide open. "You're not gonna stop me."
This was… this was simple, right? All he had to do was just act like he was eating a sexual organ? He hasn’t really done any research beforehand, there wasn’t any time, but it couldn’t be too difficult. Ness had given him blowjobs before, and he knows how good a mouth can feel down there. Now that he was thinking about it.. how come he didn’t think it could be the same for Ness?
He buried his face between Ness' thighs, messy and uncoordinated at first, nose bumping clumsily, licking and sucking like a stray mutt at the white cotton of Ness’ panties. Ness yelped, hips jerking up off the bed, one hand flying down to tug weakly at the sheets beneath him.
It was sloppy, all tongue and spit, wet noises filling the room embarrassingly loud and every tiny whimper Ness made just drove him madder. He peeled the panties aside, watching as Ness’ legs trembled weakly on either side of his head, pussy glistening wet and twitching.
Kaiser sat up onto his knees and grabbed Ness’ thighs again, spreading them even wider without a hint of shame, like Ness was something to be inspected. His thumbs pressed into soft flesh, pushing the puffy lips of Ness' pussy apart so he could see everything.
Ness whimpered, covering his face with both hands, his whole body burning red. He looked like he was about to die of embarrassment—shaking his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
Kaiser really didn’t care. He leaned closer, studying him like a diagram. Ness’ pussy was so pink and messy, folds slick and swollen from being teased even just a little. Kaiser could see everything now, the way the inner lips were glistening and puffy, the way slick was still leaking out from his entrance, the tiny, trembling little nub of his clit tucked under its soft hood, flushed deep pink. It twitched a little under his gaze.
Kaiser tilted his head, fascinated. It was... kind of cute, in a weird way. All soft and messy, and it was because of him. Because he did this to Ness.
He spread the folds a little wider with his thumbs, tugging them apart so he could see more, and Ness let out a broken little whimper, trying to twist away.
"Stop movin'," Kaiser muttered, almost absentmindedly, too focused to be gentle.
Ness made a tiny noise behind his hands, like he might actually faint. Kaiser smirked a little, amused. He didn’t get why Ness was being so shy—he looked how he should. Nothing was wrong with his anatomy, if not appearing loose and empty from how much it clenched and fluttered around nothing. But Kaiser knew from experience how tight it was.
Ness was shaking under him, flushed a deep, helpless red from his chest all the way up to his ears, but he didn’t move or try to stop him.
Even when Kaiser grabbed the backs of his thighs and pushed them up even more, spreading him open with careless strength, Ness just whined and fisted the sheets harder, squeezing his eyes shut like he could survive the shame that way.
Kaiser didn’t give him a second to prepare.
Ness' hole was already wet and fluttering, pink and soft and conditioned to be this messy from how many times Kaiser had fucked it already, all those quick, selfish ruts, times Kaiser had shoved into him just for the friction, not even thinking about what Ness felt. The thought made Kaiser’s gut twist, hot and ugly.
Ness’ folds were swollen and sticky with slick. His clit twitched, flushed a darker pink than the rest of him, peeking shyly out from under the little hood Kaiser had barely touched before tonight. His entrance was sloppy and shining, the ring fluttering involuntarily, almost clenching around nothing like it missed being stretched open.
Kaiser scowled without meaning to. He had fucked Ness so many times, had shoved into this sweet, messy pussy without even thinking, without even looking, like it was just something he deserved to use. Ness knew he was acting like a pathetic, inexperienced teenager this entire time and never said anything.
He felt something dark simmer in his chest, not guilt exactly, but something close, just as ugly and biting and mean
"You’re a fucking mess," Kaiser muttered low under his breath, but his thumb was surprisingly gentle as he dragged it along Ness' folds, spreading him even wider so he could see every trembling, slicked up inch.
Ness let out a tiny, broken sob, trying to hide his face with the back of his hand. Kaiser didn’t let him, he caught Ness’ wrist with one hand, pinning it down to the bed beside his head, still forcing him to stay spread open under his gaze.
He dragged two fingers through Ness' soaked entrance, gathering up the slick that was practically dripping from him. "You never told me I was making a fool of myself.”
He sounded furious. At himself. At the way Ness flinched and sobbed but still didn’t try to stop him. At how fucking perfect he was under him like this, shaking and messy and willing to let Kaiser do whatever he wanted, even now.
Kaiser leaned down, breathing hot against Ness’ exposed pussy, and stared like he was committing it all to memory, the flutter of his hole, the little twitches of his clit, the mess he’d already made of him.
"Where does it feel good?" Kaiser asked, voice rough, eyes locked between Ness’ legs. "Show me."
Ness peeked out between his fingers, face burning, lips trembling. "I-I—it’s—" he stammered, voice shaking so bad he could barely get the words out. Kaiser just held Ness open with one hand and waited.
After a moment, Ness' shaky hand slid down, hesitant and trembling. He slipped his finger between Kaiser’s bigger ones, into the wet heat of his folds. He reached up shyly and hooked his fingertip under the soft hood covering his clit, pulling it back just slightly.
The clit underneath twitched visibly, a swollen, flushed little bud, shiny with slick and so sensitive it made Ness’ hips jerk just from being exposed like that.
Kaiser’s eyes darkened immediately. "This?" he rasped, leaning in so close his breath brushed against it.
Ness squeezed his eyes shut, nodding frantically, too humiliated to even speak. Kaiser licked his lips slowly. The way Ness' clit was twitching, the way he was squirming just from a look, made Kaiser’s cock throb painfully in his pants.
Still holding Ness open with one hand, Kaiser leaned down and flicked his tongue directly over his exposed clit, testing.
Ness yelped, hips jerking, thighs clamping tight around Kaiser’s hand—but Kaiser just forced them open again.
His grip was iron as he shoved Ness’ thighs apart, ignoring the way they trembled and tried to snap shut again. “Stay open," he ordered, voice rough, eyes fixed on the wet heat between Ness’ legs. His thumbs dug into the soft flesh of his inner thighs, pinning him down like it was nothing, even as Ness squirmed desperately under him.
"K-Kaiser, you don't have to—" Ness stammered, voice breaking, cheeks burning red as he tried to twist away.
"I said shut up," Kaiser muttered, leaning closer until his breath ghosted over Ness’ cunt, where his panties had fallen back into place with Ness’ jumping.
Kaiser’s tongue dragged flat up Ness’ clothed slit, slow and sloppy. His nose pressed against him, nudging clumsily, and Ness gasped, legs twitching again. Kaiser growled in frustration and shoved them wider, his hands holding Ness open
"Are you gonna let me or not?" he muttered, looking up at Ness. All he needed was the weak nod of Ness’ head, given to him by a shake of magenta curls, and he didn't hesitate. He yanked Ness' panties aside so they wouldn’t get in the way anymore with rough fingers, fully exposing the slick, flushed folds underneath, sticky from how flustered Ness was. His whole body was trembling, thighs trying to press together again, but Kaiser shoved them open and buried his face between them.
He had no technique, he didn't know what he was doing. He just needed to figure out what made him make those breathy little sounds. At first it was clumsy, just Kaiser dragging his tongue flat up Ness’ slit, wet and heavy, getting slick all over his chin. He snuffled into it like a dog, breathing hot and loud against Ness’ pussy, trying to lick up everything leaking out of him.
Ness gasped, body twitching at every messy, broad stroke. "K-Kaiser!" he cried, hands scrabbling at the sheets, his thighs squeezing Kaiser’s head instinctively.
Kaiser groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating directly against Ness’ cunt. He shoved his tongue deeper, trying to fuck into Ness with it, sloppy little thrusts that made obscene wet noises every time he moved.
The taste of him, sweet and a little salty, dripping all over his tongue, made Kaiser dizzy. He lapped greedily, pressing his nose into the soft mound, dragging his tongue up and down Ness' folds, noisy, not caring how messy it got.
Ness always made too much noise, whining and whimpering like a puppy dog, but tonight was different, it was like he couldn’t hold the sounds back even if he wanted, thighs squeezing his ears tight. "Kaiser—Kaiser, ahhh, it's—too much!"
He slurped noisily at his sensitive spots, alternating between flicking them with his tongue and sucking hard, learning the rhythm by the way Ness moaned and tried to twist away. Every time he moved just right, Ness cried out, sweet, broken noises that made Kaiser’s stomach drop, hot and unstoppable.
His tongue moved everywhere, messy and uncoordinated at first, licking and slurping like a man starved. Every wet drag of his mouth made obscene, sticky noises that echoed in the small room. His nose bumped clumsily against Ness' clit every time he moved, making Ness jolt and whimper, little cries slipping out despite himself.
"God, you’re soaked," Kaiser murmured against him, the words muffled by the way he buried his face deeper. His nose pressed harder, grinding against Ness’ clit without meaning to, and Ness cried out, toes curling and his muscles spasming.
"Kaiser," Ness gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Ahh—wait, it’s—"
But Kaiser wasn’t listening. He shoved his tongue deeper, trying to push into Ness, fuck him open with it, his nose rubbing over his clit with every clumsy thrust. Ness’ slick was dripping down his chin, soaking his lips, and Kaiser just licked harder, greedier, not caring how messy it was.
When Ness tried to squirm away again, Kaiser growled and pressed him down harder, his grip tightening on Ness’ thighs. "Stay still," he snarled. He wasn’t going to let him escape, not until he figured out how to wreck him completely.
One hand let go to press two fingers into the slick heat below while he sucked, sliding in easily with how wet he was, crooking them, trying to find whatever spot would make Ness scream louder.
Ness gasped, back arching off the bed, and Kaiser groaned into him, feeling the tight, hot flutter of his pussy around his fingers.
He curled them clumsily, searching, until he brushed a spot that made Ness scream, hips jerking up uncontrollably. "There it is," Kaiser muttered, smirking against him, his confidence growing. He pumped his fingers faster, his tongue working Ness' clit in messy, greedy circles, relentless and rough.
Ness was falling apart above him, gasping and crying out, his voice cracking on every sob. "Please, it’s—ahh, it’s too—mmh.. can’t!" His thighs shook around Kaiser’s head, but Kaiser just held him tighter, not letting him close up.
The way Ness’ pussy clenched around his fingers made him groan into Ness’ cunt. "Kaiser—no, Kaiser!" Ness sobbed, thighs squeezing against Kaiser's hold, but he just spread them wider, holding him down effortlessly.
Ness was a mess above him, flushed deep pink, sweat dampening his hair, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His legs were shaking around Kaiser’s head, his hips rocking uncontrollably against Kaiser’s mouth.
He buried his face between Ness’ thighs again, sloppier this time, dragging his tongue and mouth over his exposed clit without any shame. Now he knew what Ness’ body wanted, and he was determined to wreck him properly.
He didn’t hold back. His tongue circled Ness’ clit in messy, wet laps, then flattened and pressed harder, switching between fast flicks and long, dragging strokes. He made sure his nose pressed right up against him too, grinding against the hood, nudging it while he licked—messy, smothering, hot.
Ness' whole body jerked with every wet flick, every accidental bump of Kaiser’s nose. He was panting hard, fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white, his hips rocking helplessly.
Kaiser noticed immediately. This was different.
He pulled back slightly, licking his lips, face shiny and flushed. His hand left Ness’ thigh and grabbed Ness’ wrist instead, yanking it away from the sheets.
"Put your hands here," Kaiser said roughly, pushing Ness’ hand into his hair, forcing his fingers to tangle in the sweat damp strands. His voice was a growl. "Show me."
Ness gasped, wide eyed, like Kaiser had just stripped him naked all over again. His fingers trembled where they clutched Kaiser’s hair, trying not to pull too hard.
Ness let out a strangled sob when Kaiser latched onto his clit again, nose grinding up into the slickness, his whole face buried shamelessly between Ness' thighs.
Kaiser wanted it messy, he wanted to drown in it. He flicked his tongue over Ness’ clit again and again, fast and sloppy, while rubbing his nose hard against the swollen, twitching hood. Slick was everywhere, dripping down Kaiser’s chin, soaking into the sheets, sticky on his lips.
Ness whimpered and jerked his hips, his fingers subconsciously tugging on Kaiser’s hair, trying to guide him, higher, faster, rougher.
Kaiser groaned low in his throat, the vibration making Ness wail. He let Ness pull him exactly where he needed him, harder pressure here, lighter flicks there, and Kaiser followed every desperate tug, licking and sucking relentlessly. His whole face was messy with Ness’ slick, his nose nudging and bumping Ness' clit on every stroke, keeping him trembling on the edge.
When Ness accidentally pulled too hard, gasping and twisting, Kaiser just snarled low and sank his teeth lightly into Ness’ inner thigh, marking him, warning him not to run.
"Stay still," he growled, voice rough and slurred with need. "I’m fucking eating."
Ness nodded frantically, sobbing little high noises, too broken to even form words. Kaiser smirked against his cunt and sucked harder, lapping at him like he was starving, using his whole mouth and nose, determined to wring every single ounce of pleasure out of him.
He wasn’t stopping, not until Ness was crying, shaking, and cumming for real this time.
Ness couldn’t help it anymore. No matter how hard he tried to stay still like Kaiser ordered, his hips kept twitching—tiny, frantic little rocks against Kaiser’s mouth. His body was betraying him, chasing the heat and wetness and friction, even as he sobbed from the overstimulation.
Kaiser noticed immediately, of course he did. He felt the way Ness’ thighs trembled, the way his hips stuttered forward, grinding his soaked pussy against his mouth without meaning to.
Kaiser hummed low against him, the sound vibrating straight through Ness. Without warning, Kaiser’s hands shot up and grabbed Ness' hips hard, big palms locking around his waist like iron cuffs. He forced Ness' body down against his mouth, forcing him to grind properly.
"Ride it," Kaiser rasped, voice muffled and raspy against Ness’ soaked folds. "I’m telling you to.”
Ness let out a broken, choked noise, his fingers tightening helplessly in Kaiser’s hair, tugging, pleading—but Kaiser just pulled him harder, locking him down, not giving him any chance to squirm away. How could he dare to use Kaiser’s mouth so wantonly like this. Kaiser wasn’t even getting any pleasure out of this, and Ness for the life of him can’t understand this new infatuation with pleasing him. Ness’ pleasure didn’t matter in the face of Kaiser’s. But… but if Kaiser wanted this, wanted it as much as Ness, then he had no choice but to obey.
Kaiser kept his tongue flat and heavy, letting Ness hump against it shamelessly, his nose grinding mercilessly against Ness’ twitching clit with every desperate rock of his hips.
It was wet and messy, too obscene, slick smeared all over Kaiser’s mouth, his nose, his cheeks, dripping down onto the sheets under them. His face was soaked with it, shining in the low light.
Ness was crying now—soft, broken sobs spilling from his lips, his body shuddering uncontrollably.
But he couldn’t stop, Kaiser wouldn’t let him stop.
Every time Ness tried to slow down, to lift up even a little to let him breathe, Kaiser growled again and yanked his hips harder, dragging him back down onto his mouth, forcing him to grind rougher, messier. Ness' pussy fluttered and twitched against his mouth, and Kaiser could feel a throb beneath his lips and wondered if that was the beating of Ness’ heart.
He latched onto Ness’ clit, dragging his tongue slow and heavy over it, and Ness’ legs immediately twitched around his head. He didn’t even realize he'd been ignoring this. This tiny little part that made Ness squirm and cry for him.
He did it again and again, learning the rhythm by the way Ness gasped and sobbed, hips lifting to grind against his mouth.
"Ahh, Kaiser—gonna—gonna—" Ness sobbed, voice cracking into a high keen. “Kaiser, ah— Kaiser!”
Kaiser sucked harder, dragging his tongue fast over Ness’ clit, fingers pumping faster, determined to break him down completely.
When Ness finally broke, the orgasm tore through him like a tidal wave, his whole body convulsing against Kaiser’s mouth. He wasn't shy about it either, Kaiser had at least broken him down enough that his shame was a backseat to the pleasure, and he screamed, back arching off the bed, thighs shaking violently around Kaiser’s head, tears leaking from his eyes.
With a broken, high cry, Ness’ thighs clamped tight around Kaiser’s head, his whole body locking up, and he came, harder and messier than he’d ever before, grinding down against Kaiser’s mouth like he couldn’t help it, slick gushing over his lips and chin.
He was spreading Ness apart with two fingers, dragging his tongue slow and filthy up the dripping seam of his pussy, trying to ease Ness through the shocks of his orgasm, and he latched onto Ness’ clit with a wet, hungry suck.
Ness screamed, high and broken, like he didn’t even realize it was coming out of him. His hips jerked up violently, but Kaiser was ready for it this time, grabbing him by the thighs and slamming him back down against his mouth, holding him there, grinding his tongue against the trembling little bud like he was trying to pull every last sound out of Ness’ ruined throat.
"Please," Ness sobbed, voice going shrill. “No—I’ll—“
He was shaking, legs kicking uselessly against the bed, trying to pull away, trying, but Kaiser just snarled into him and sucked even harder, his nose grinding against Ness’ slicked up clit, breathing shallowly.
Ness gave a shuddering gasp, back arching clear off the bed, and then he was gushing—hot and sudden and overwhelming, a wet spray splashing straight across Kaiser’s face, soaking his chin, his cheeks, his hair.
"Fuck," Kaiser groaned, but he didn’t pull back. He moaned into it, deep and nasty, tongue lashing Ness' clit even harder like he wanted to drink down every drop, dragging the orgasm out brutally, mercilessly.
Ness was crying, wrecked and whimpering, tiny sobs punched out of his chest every time Kaiser’s mouth caught him just right, his whole body spasming helplessly, pussy clenching and twitching and leaking all over Kaiser’s face without stopping.
It was the first time Kaiser had ever seen him do this, come so hard like this. Sick satisfaction roiled in his stomach, the clench of Ness around his fingers, the tears, the shock and pleasure melting Ness’ features into a fucked out, blissful smile, lopsided and dazed. His cock twitched against the mattress he had been grinding himself against to stave away the painful ache.
Kaiser moaned low against him, drinking down everything he could get, hands squeezing Ness’ hips so tight they were definitely going to bruise.
Even after Ness collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and sobbing quietly, Kaiser didn’t let go. He stayed there, panting against Ness’ soaked folds, licking lazily, teasing Ness' clit with slow, filthy drags of his tongue, savoring the way Ness whimpered and twitched under him. He kept going even as Ness was trembling, sobbing, boneless and twitching, hole fluttering wildly around Kaiser’s fingers.
Ness winced in pain, twitching away from Kaiser’s touch, but Kaiser still didn’t stop until Ness shoved at him weakly, trembling all over, boneless and whimpering.
When he finally pulled back, his chin was shiny with slick, his lips red and raw, and his hair stuck to his forehead from how soaked he was. He breathed heavily.
Ness was staring at him, dazed. Kaiser wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked. "Good," he muttered roughly, voice hoarse. He smirked crookedly at the sight of Ness sprawled out and ruined, his shorts pulled down around his ankles, panties shoved aside, still twitching with aftershocks.
Ness just whimpered, tears clinging to his lashes, chest heaving, thighs trembling open and twitching around Kaiser’s shoulders. And Kaiser had the sick, possessive thought that he wanted to do it again. Wanted to keep Ness like this, shaking and messy and broken, for him, forever.
When he finally spoke again, Ness was trembling so hard he could barely breathe, still whining broken little apologies into the heavy air between them. "I’m sorry," Ness hiccuped, voice high and cracked. "I’m sorry, Kaiser."
The sight made a burn coil in Kaiser’s chest, but his voice came out cold. Harsh.
"I said shut it," Kaiser said roughly. Ness blinked up at him, hurt flashing across his face like Kaiser had slapped him. Kaiser didn’t flinch or soften. He pressed a hand to the mattress beside Ness’ head, caging him in, staring him down like he wasn’t even human, just something he owned.
"Sex isn’t the most important thing in my life," Kaiser said, voice sharp like he was slicing the words out of his own throat. "I don’t need this."
Ness' mouth parted like he was about to say something, to apologize again, to cry, but Kaiser cut him off before he could.
"I don’t care how you feel about it," Kaiser said, voice low and vicious. "You get that?"
Ness’ chest stuttered. His throat worked as he swallowed, blinking fast like he might start sobbing again.
Kaiser leaned in closer, voice dropping. "But if I’m gonna fucking do it with you," he said, "I’m not gonna act like a loser who doesn’t know how to make someone cum."
Ness' lip trembled.
Kaiser just stared down at him, panting, fists clenched in the sheets.
"So.. next time don’t let me be a selfish prick," Kaiser muttered finally, like it physically hurt him to say it out loud. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to grab Ness again, force him to see what he meant. "There’s better than what I gave you before, and don’t treat me like a little kid who shouldn’t know that.”
Ness let out a soft, broken whimper.
Kaiser’s eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with need, anger, lust, regret all twisted together.
Then (and Kaiser didn’t want to compare it to sunshine parting through clouds on a stormy day, but it really was like that. Objectively) Ness smiled up at him, wide and genuine, his cheeks still flushed, his hair messy where Kaiser had run his fingers through it. "You always made me feel good, but…" Ness said, voice shaky but sure, “I'm happy you said that too. That you want me to feel good."
Kaiser looked away sharply, almost scowling, but not at Ness, at himself maybe. "Don't think too much into it," he muttered, tugging at the edge of Ness' shirt like he needed something to do with his hands. "I just don't wanna seem like some shitty virgin."
Ness just laughed, the sound breaking softly in his throat, and Kaiser hated how good it sounded. How real it was. "I’m happy anyway,” Ness said simply. "Thank you."
He shifted then, still smiling, and wrapped his legs snugly around Kaiser's waist. Kaiser froze, blinking down at him, and before he could say something stupid, Ness reached between them.
Kaiser flinched slightly when Ness' hand brushed against the straining outline of his cock through his pants, his whole body tense like he wasn’t sure if he should shove Ness away or drag him closer. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, his body going rigid.
"Don’t be stupid," Kaiser muttered, scowling, but his hips jerked forward helplessly into Ness’ touch anyway. His voice was rough, almost a snarl, like he was trying to scare Ness off. "I’m fine."
"It’s reciprocal," Ness whispered, his voice warm and shaking. His hand pressed more firmly now, cupping Kaiser through the thin fabric.
"I don’t need it," Kaiser warned, but it came out more like a gasp, his hips jerking helplessly forward against Ness' palm.
Ness just smiled, a soft, trembling thing, still teary eyed but somehow looking steadier than before. "I want to," he said simply, like it wasn’t even a question. His fingers curled around Kaiser’s cock through the fabric, feeling how hot and hard he was, how he twitched under his touch.
"You always make me feel good," Ness whispered, voice cracking a little. His legs tightened around Kaiser’s waist, pulling him down, keeping him close. "I want you to feel good too."
Kaiser made a broken noise in his throat, somewhere between a grunt and a moan, and his hands dropped to Ness' thighs like he needed something to anchor him. His fingers dug into Ness' trembling skin, bruising.
"Ness," Kaiser hissed, breath stuttering. His forehead dropped against Ness’ shoulder, breathing hot and fast against his skin. He could feel Ness' hand moving, slow and tentative at first, then more confidently when Kaiser didn’t push him away.
Ness squeezed him through the fabric, rolling his palm over the aching head, feeling the wet patch there soak through. "You're so hard," Ness murmured, voice soft with wonder, like he couldn’t believe it.
"Yeah, no shit," Kaiser growled against his shoulder, but there was no heat to it. His whole body was trembling with restraint, like he was fighting every instinct to rut helplessly into Ness’ hand like a feral animal.
Ness rubbed him slow, gentle, learning the shape of him through the clothes, and Kaiser couldn’t help the way he groaned low in his chest, hips stuttering forward.
Ness slid his hand up, fingers hooking in the waistband of Kaiser’s pants, and Kaiser froze.
Their eyes met, and for a long moment, neither of them breathed. Then, in a voice that was almost too soft to hear, Ness whispered, "Please?"
Something in Kaiser cracked. He gritted his teeth, swore under his breath, and shoved his pants down with one rough movement, his cock springing free, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. It was thick and angry red, so hard it looked painful, and Ness’ breath hitched at the sight.
Kaiser caught the look on his face and groaned, his hand flying up to cover his own eyes, almost ashamed. "Don’t look at me like that," he muttered, voice ragged. "You’re the one who asked for it."
But Ness didn’t stop looking. He reached out with shaking fingers, wrapping his hand around Kaiser’s cock properly this time, feeling the weight and heat of him. Kaiser twitched violently in his grip, his whole body going rigid.
"You're perfect," Ness whispered, almost to himself. “And I’m so happy you want to do this with me.”
Kaiser let out a choked sound, muffled against the inside of his own arm, his hips jerking forward helplessly. His free hand scrabbled blindly for Ness, gripping his thigh, his waist, anything he could hold onto. Ness never complained about the red hand prints that bloomed on his pale skin, never complained about the bruises or the crescent moon nail marks when Kaiser held too tight.
Ness started stroking him slow and steady, his thumb swiping over the wet head, spreading the slick around. Kaiser was panting against him now, trembling, little broken noises escaping his throat no matter how hard he tried to bite them back.
"Fuck, fuck—" Kaiser hissed. His body was strung tight like a bowstring, his muscles trembling with the effort not to just grab Ness and fuck into his hand like an animal.
Ness tightened his legs around Kaiser’s waist again, holding him close, and whispered, "Please. I wanna see."
Kaiser shuddered violently, his breath catching in his throat. He grabbed Ness’ wrist, squeezing tight enough to hurt, but he didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. Ness’ hand was relentless, stroking him faster now, coaxing him to the edge. Kaiser’s hips bucked, chasing the pleasure, chasing the end he couldn’t stop anymore.
With a muffled sound, Kaiser finally came, hips jerking forward, cock throbbing hard in Ness’ hand. Hot, messy spurts spilled over Ness’ fingers and his belly and pooled in the divots of his abdomen, Kaiser’s body shuddering violently through it, mouth open in a silent moan.
He collapsed forward after, arms shaking, catching himself barely on his elbows so he didn’t crush Ness completely.
For a long moment, all they could do was breathe.
Ness was the one who moved first, wiping the mess off his hand absently on the sheets and wrapping his arms around Kaiser’s shaking shoulders, pulling him down to rest against him.
"I feel the best when Kaiser feels good too," Ness whispered against his hair, voice wrecked and soft.
Kaiser shivered, hiding his face against Ness’ chest like he couldn’t bear to be seen right now.
"...Quiet," he muttered weakly, but he didn’t pull away.
He didn’t move at all.