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Everything about Isagi is so pretty.
Even the disgusted faces Isagi makes at him are pretty. When his face is contorted with rage, and the only thing on his mind is Kaiser. He enjoys it, taking up so much space in Isagi's head. Kaiser can hear whimpering. Isagi's boyish voice has now become almost nasal — and it's all caused by Kaiser.
Isagi's breath is faint. He struggles to breathe, and he gasps as he grasps onto Kaiser's arm. His small chest rises up and down, and Kaiser's thoughts solely consist of how he can make Isagi that way.
If he could fool himself enough, it seems like he's like air to Isagi — unable to live without Kaiser's presence in his life. Unable to live without Kaiser's touch, completely dependent on him.
Kaiser’s not satisfied with the way that mophead drapes himself over Isagi, or how that lazy ass from Manshine constantly invades Isagi’s space like it's his.
But it's okay. All he needs to do is erase their presences off him. He just needs to douse Isagi in his colors, and that'll be it.
Restraint is hard. Kaiser realizes this when Isagi sobs into the crook of his neck, begging, to just let him come — making the pit in the bottom of Kaiser's stomach burn intensely.
If Isagi would just admit it, then he’d give him whatever he wanted, but he has to be stubborn like an idiot.
Kaiser's four fingers deep inside him, and seeing the way Isagi’s stupid little hole stretches every single time to accommodate him inside is addictive.
He pulls back his hand and Isagi's crying, his eyes puffy, cheeks red and tear-stained. Isagi looks so pathetic, his lower lip wobbling as he speaks. "You – you said that – if I'd be good — you'd –"
Something twists inside Kaiser.
Kaiser nuzzles near Isagi's ear. "And have you, dear Yoichi? With the way you stole my passes and scored today, do you think you're deserving?" The grip he had on Isagi’s hip grows tighter.
Isagi twitches at Kaiser’s touch and his eyes gain a bit of focus. "Ugh — wouldn't let me do anything but assist you — You and your stupid fucking plans —"
Kaiser chuckles. "So we disagree, then. Is passing to me that bad?"
Isagi clenches his teeth and the sound rings out in the whole room. "Yes. And nothing will change that."
Amazing. Isagi’s wonderful. Even when he's in such a compromising position, he stays firm in his beliefs. That makes it all the better when he'll crush them.
Kaiser laughs at Isagi. "You never disappoint, Yoichi. You're so cute, you know that? Looking at me with those eyes like you want me dead."
Isagi growls at him. "Cute? I'm not fucking cute, Kaiser —" He pins Isagi’s wrists against the headboard.
“Yoichi. Does it feel nice to be stubborn? Do you feel better when you talk back to me like this? Can't you just accept a compliment for once?”
Isagi smirks. "You’re acting as if you're not enjoying this, Kaiser. You like me like this, don't you," he continues, staring Kaiser deep in the eyes. "All under your control. A servant for you."
It seems that Isagi knew about his wicked side before himself.
They're truly meant to be.
But Isagi isn't aware of the fact that he has a hidden side which he only shows to Kaiser. The true Isagi Yoichi — the egoist. Who openly challenges Kaiser, who wants to selfishly crush him.
How glad Kaiser is that he's the only one in the world who gets to see this part of Isagi.
His desire to possess Isagi whole spreads inside him like wildfire, hands itching to stake a claim on Yoichi — to be the one who stains his neck, colors his hips purple, and to be the cause of all his pleasure.
Kaiser smiles into Isagi's neck. "Of course. You made my trip worth it, Yoichi. My precious little thing. Can’t believe Noa was useful for once."
Isagi gives him a look. “Yours? Moving a bit fast, aren’t we, Kaiser? And also, insulting Noa —!”
Kaiser harshly grabs Isagi's chin. "Insulting Noa ? Why does it matter to you?"
"Cause he's the reason I started playing football! Without him, I would've never—"
Kaiser's heart pangs.
So fucking annoying. How dare you make me wish I grew up with you in Japan.
How dare you make me wish I could've been your reason to play.
In a flash, Isagi finds himself on Kaiser's lap, his crotch on his thigh and his ass in the air for him. Immediately, he's stripped of his sports shorts and underwear.
Kaiser's palms run over his cheeks, warming them up. Then, suddenly, he gropes one of them, and squeezes hard.
"How I've gone my life without this ass," Kaiser says in a reverent whisper. "I still can't fucking believe it."
Isagi yelps. "Don't you like it too much…?"
Slap. The sound rings in Isagi's ears. His cock shamefully twitches. Shit, no way —
"What, what was that for —"
“That's for talking about someone else."
"The fuck do you mean by that — "
Slap.
Isagi chokes back a moan this time. He can feel his cock harden, and it rubs against the fabric of Kaiser's pants. Kaiser continues to spank him, with every slap sending jolts of pleasure down Isagi's spine. He makes sure to alternate between both cheeks, and hits on the same areas, turning them bright red.
"This one's for not listening to me yesterday, when I told you to pick up your socks,"
Another slap.
"And this one's for not listening to me today,"
Slap.
This one was harder, and Isagi's embarrassingly aware of how his cock is leaking. It rubs against Kaiser’s thigh with every spank, the friction being present but not enough.
"Ungh… Haahn!"
"You there, Yoichi?"
Kaiser's always been somewhat of a sadist, but this is too much. If this keeps going on, Isagi'll have no strength to practice tomorrow.
But the stubborn side in Isagi refuses. And maybe he's a masochist, because when Kaiser slightly chokes him, he moans.
He's drooling from his mouth when speaks. "Of… of course."
Isagi can feel Kaiser's smile on his neck. "Is that so?" Unable to trust his mouth, Isagi smirks at him.
What a brat.
"Fuck…! Kaiser, please —"
Isagi's on the bed with his back on the mattress. Kaiser grips his cock tight, one at the base and the other's palm flat across his tip, grinding harshly, polishing it. It's painful, but it feels so good. Isagi feels himself tune out everything else in his surroundings, focusing on Kaiser.
He can feel the familiar tightness in his gut building up as his orgasm approaches. His thighs close around Kaiser, but Kaiser's brutal pace doesn't falter. I'm gonna cum if he keeps doing this, fuck!
Isagi looks up at Kaiser through blurry vision. And he must look pretty debauched right now, because Kaiser's eyes darken on eye contact and he starts smiling that stupid way when he's about to deny him something —
Kaiser pulls away. The loss of contact is unbearable. His hips jerk into the air, chasing Kaiser's hands.
"No, please — Come back—" He'd been so close.
Isagi pushes Kaiser onto the bed, switching their positions. Kaiser should be as desperate as he is – and it's clear by how hard the bulge in his pants is. Isagi kisses Kaiser all over his face, appeasing him into resuming jerking him off. "Micheal, baby, I'm sorry, so please, let me come —"
Kaiser's eyes turn predatory at the mention of his first name. Fingers instantly enter Isagi's mouth, and Isagi sucks on them like it were Kaiser's dick instead. They stretch his mouth open, play with his tongue, and thrust deep inside his throat. Kaiser pulls his hand out, a thread of saliva connecting it to his spit-covered lips. Isagi rolls his hips onto Kaiser, and feels the outline of his cock against his ass.
Still not enough.
Isagi knows Kaiser's patience is running out. He decides to go for one last push.
"Micheal," he says in a loving tone, "you can't do this to me, you promised me —"
Isagi's going to have a hard time explaining the angry hand-prints on his hips in the locker room later, but all his rationality is thrown out of the window, just wanting to have Kaiser back on him, or fucking him, having his way with him —
“ You're the only one who can, Micheal," he whispers.
"I can't take this any longer — " Isagi leans near Kaiser's ears.
"Do whatever you want with me, fuck, baby," he groans out, closing his eyes and moaning when Kaiser bites him on the neck.
"It's all for you. My ass, my lips, my neck, my body it's all for you, all yours — "'
and Kaiser's rushing to kiss him, pushing him against the mattress, swallowing Isagi’s mouth like he's thirsty, with his whole body curling around him.
"Seriously... you…"
Isagi smiles to himself. Kaiser's caught.
"Fuck, shit — "
"Want nothing but you, Micheal," he pants. "Want you to fuck me like I belong to you,"
"Yes, fuck, Yoichi, keep saying things like that—"
Kaiser pushes down his boxers and pulls out his cock. It’s leaking pre-cum, and it’s so big. He hisses when he slathers himself with lube and places himself outside. Isagi's hole flutters around his cock.
"Eager, aren’t you?"
The feeling of Kaiser’s cock resting against him feels amazing, but not enough. Isagi needs more. So he begs.
"Just do whatever you fucking want, just please, give it to me right now —"
"God, you fucking cock-hungry slut, shhh, I'm giving it to you,"
Kaiser groans as he thrusts into Isagi. It's so warm and pliant, so contrasting to Isagi’s usual personality towards him. He slowly increases his pace, looking at Isagi's face for discomfort. Isagi sobs when he feels Kaiser's hips flush against him. His earlier spanked cheeks tingle with every thrust.
But it's still not enough. He gets frustrated.
"Fuck, Michael, will you start fucking me already or do I have to go — "
Kaiser's face contorts.
"Yoichi, seems like you don't really learn,"
He wants someone else when he has Kaiser right here, willing to do anything for him? Looks like he needs to be taught a lesson.
Kaiser pulls out, leaving just the tip before slamming it inside.
Isagi hiccups for air. The pleasure, it just feels so good when Kaiser finally gives it to him.
"Was trying to be nice to you. But that's wasted on a slut like you, isn't it?"
Kaiser's cock slides through his walls without any resistance, and Isagi’s tight heat twitches at the intrusion. His hips piston into Isagi and his greedy tongue licks every single drop of sweat dripping from Isagi's face. Isagi's body is at Kaiser’s mercy, and it shifts back and forth on the sheets, in tandem with Kaiser's movements.
He can see Isagi's abdomen bulge whenever he thrusts in, and the fact he can see and feel himself inside of Isagi drives him insane.
Kaiser presses and rubs in, and the way Isagi spasms around his cock is just fucking amazing.
" Oh my god, shit — "
" Yoichi — "
Kaiser gets to business quickly. Sitting up, he adjusts Isagi onto him, and after getting the angle he wanted, he drops Isagi onto him. Isagi screams. Every single thrust lands on his prostate head on, and Kaiser just stretches him so good.
"Feels so good —-" Isagi cries out of relief, the new position hitting every single of his sensitive spots.
"Hah — Love it when you stretch me open like this, how fucking big your dick is —"
"Fuck, Yoichi – You’re mine, you’re fucking mine."
Kaiser has a deranged expression on, his eyes crazed and drool dripping from his open mouth. "You feel so tight, so warm — fuck, you're perfect—"
"So good, hngh — Michael — Hitting me so — deep! — Hah – so full!"
The beast inside him twists sadistically. Yoichi, his Yoichi, the one with the unbreakable mind, all reduced to just moans and a pretty sleeve for Kaiser's cock.
He doesn't want this to end. Maybe he's lost himself to pleasure too, but he finds it alright if it's with Yoichi.
Kaiser holds Isagi in his arms as he continues to fuck the life out of him. Isagi digs his nails into his back, and he's pretty sure he's bleeding, but all that fades into the background.
Isagi lets out breathy moans every single time Kaiser thrusts deep inside him. He keens loudly when Kaiser finally bites into the expanse of his skin.
And as he whispers won't you be good and take my cum? I'm going to fill you up nice and good, stuff you well, Isagi takes it like the slut he is.
Isagi's sharp mouth, now reduced to an outlet for moans and pants, and the way his chest desperately heaves for air – it's so fucking cute.
" Gonna fuck you til you can't walk again. Til your brain leaks out of your pathetic little hole. You'll be begging for more, even when you know it'll be too much – all because you're my good boy, aren't you? "
Kaiser's filthy words seat themselves inside Isagi's brain, and all he can moan out are pretty little moans and streams of yes.
"Fuck, Michael, yes, fuck me as much as you want, use me – "
"Such a tight little hole. Don't worry, I'll stretch it real good. Gonna make it remember the shape of my cock."
Isagi's cock flaps pathetically as he bounces on Kaiser's lap.
“I’m yours, Michael, fuck, do whatever you want —”
" That's fucking right, Yoichi. Look at you, so good for me right now, so pretty, so perfect, just for me—-"
"Yes! Fuck, harder, more, I'm yours, please—"
He groans while looking over the state of Isagi's body. How his eyes have filled with tears, how the bruises on his skin have purpled, and how prominent his bites look on him.
Kaiser presses into Isagi again, and comes inside. Isagi feels the liquid rush inside him — and comes shouting Kaiser's name. He tightens violently, his back arching and his eyes crossing. It's here — and Isagi drools over the feeling. I'm coming!
The both of them ride their orgasms before Kaiser pulls out. Isagi has a happy smile on his face, and he hugs Kaiser.
"Don't you get tired of being good at sex?"
Kaiser laughs and hugs him back. He presses a kiss to Isagi's forehead. "That'd be you, my dear."
They stay like that for a while before cum and and lube starts to dry on their bodies.
"Ugh, so sticky. Let me wash up first?" Isagi asks, and gets a nod in reply. He gets up with a wince.
"Ah — it’s leaking out, Michael.”
Spurts of white flow out from his puffy hole, and it trails down his thighs and legs as he walks to the bathroom. Kaiser can't get the sight out of his head.
Should I lock him up?
I'll overwhelm him so much that he finds it unbearable.
He'll beg for me to let him go, but I won't let that happen.
And then when he's all quietened down, I'll kiss his tears and hold his hands with gentleness he'd never felt. I'll whisper the sweetest things in his ears, and I'll mean every single one of them.
He'll fall deep, just like me. We’ll have no one but each other.
Yoichi. Show more of yourself to me. And I'll eat up every single part of it. I'll leave you nothing, but mine.