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Sometimes, Yoichi can be mockingly unreasonable.
Kaiser can see it; the tension scolding over his shoulders, taut, pinched. Stress written in every line of his body, in his movements. The clown was overworking himself again. For what reason? Oh, whatever else but to impress Noa. But unlike what he must be thinking, Noa was more concerned in slipping side glances to Yoichi's tired, heaving form more often than not after a practice game.
So when his legs buckle under him from the strain, Kaiser sweeps aside and bends his head. “If you keep going like that, Yoichi, there's no way you won’t be benched in the future, you know~?”
He moves back just in time to evade the large swipe of his arm. “The hell?” He growled. “Why would I be?”
“Who knows? Pulling a muscle, fainting—again—or just underperforming. But since it's you, you're bound to surprise me.”
Again, Kaiser moves before a hit can land. Yoichi's arms, defined with muscle, twitch and spasm. Weak from overuse. So easy.
“Shut up.”
The ground out insult lacked the finessed heat it usually did, bartered on a tongue that loved to spit fire. Kaiser let Yoichi go, knowing he wouldn’t be going far. He's been keeping an eye on his routine since he entered this ridiculous phase and would bother him again sometime in the afternoon.
As Yoichi swiftly disappeared between the rest of his Blue Lock teammates, back turned, so tiny in comparison to the giants, Kaiser's eyes unconsciously tracked the sweat gliding down his chin and neck.
“Hey Isagi-kun! You doing okay?”
“Hey, yeah. I'm good.”
A dry response. A mechanical greeting. His tone was flat, walled up against the exuberance usually displayed by the more idiotic members of Bastard. It was so wholly out of character for him, yet most didn’t glance again, even as Yoichi craned his neck, tired, and frowned, a dull ash clouding his blue irises.
In the same vein as Yoichi's careless behavior, Kaiser was getting unsettled. Something pricking under him, needling him, always, always centered on the idiot before him, sacrificing rest, sacrificing sleep, for another hour on the field. He got it. Fuck, he's done the same, in the earliest days where he still had to earn his name as the Ace of Bastard München. But at the rate he was going, Kaiser wouldn’t be the one to put Yoichi in the ground. No, that would be his own doing. Tsk.
He waits. Until the voices grow sparse. Until the field is empty. Until Yoichi is standing at the goal, ball at his feet, staring off into the net. Until he kicks the ball and Kaiser looms over like an irreversible omen of death, killing his shot with the reprising follow-up from their first meeting. Maybe he was feeling nostalgic.
“Fuck!” Yoichi, the little swear-word sailor, glares up at him, nails digging into skin. “Kaiser.”
“Yoichi,” he quips with a little grin.
“Why are you still here? Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Besides watching over my favorite clown? In here, there's no better entertainment than you.”
His feet draw him closer, circling Yoichi, enticed to invade his space, his air, maybe, feel the brush of his uniform against his.
“You don’t like to listen, huh? Yoichi, you're a pretty conceited guy, thinking you're untouchable. Fly too close to the sun and you'll burn, so maybe take a minute and get your ass to relax. Keep this up, and destroying you just won’t be as fun.”
Kaiser can see it; Yoichi ready to explode, set off by another one of his slippery taunts. Teeth gritting, jaw creaking. Furious. Frustrated. He wore that rage so beautifully, an outburst about to be propelled outwards, shattering the quiet of the field, ripping into the skin of whoever was near enough to bleed for him.
But the explosion doesn’t go off, searing the fake implanted grass to charred remains. His expectations are cut short. Yoichi veers, descending into himself, his chest stuttering with some strong emotion that makes his brow raise. What was he—?
The first drop rolls down his cheek startlingly clear. It tracks without losing course, a pearly, translucent tear.
Kaiser stills. Everything fades—the goalpost, the ball, the ground, spinning out of control and out of sight. All that there was left was Yoichi, crying, Yoichi, all teary-eyed, red-faced grimace, Yoichi stuttering, hiding, brows drawn and cursing his name.
Yoichi—
Yoichi looked infinitely breakable.
His mouth simultaneously dried up and watered.
“Are you—“ Kaiser gasps, something painful pressing, hitting, punching in his chest, “Crying?”
“Fuck off already!”
His voice came out more as a whine. Drawn out. Petulant. Kaiser felt a heat crawl its way on the back of his neck, irritating.
“Yoichi.”
“Seriously! Fuck! I'm just—a little overwhelmed. Gimme a minute!” He forced the meat of his palms into his eyes, digging out the tears and—
No.
Kaiser hasn’t seen enough yet.
Grabbing the delicate wrists, Yoichi gasped as his hands were forced down. Bent, held, his arms trembled with the force Kaiser exuded. Without notice, the tears propped up again, delectable little droplets clumped together to contrast Yoichi's flawlessly flushed face.
His pupils dilated, gaze sharper now to see and catch every little tremor of his dewy eyelashes. Kaiser was breathless with want. Yoichi was so pretty like that. Crying. Heaving. Could Kaiser draw more of it out?
No matter how much he pulled, Kaiser wouldn’t let go of his wrists. Yoichi got back to cursing him, lip trembling, until he bit his tongue and flinched.
“Dam—damnit…”
With frustrated, furrowed brows, Yoichi pouted.
Pouted.
Kaiser was walking before he could register his feet moving.
“Hu—? Hey!”
Finding an unused, empty little room, Kaiser threw Yoichi against the wall. He hit with a loud thud and Kaiser descended on him without a second to waste.
He kissed him with a ferocity that bordered on needy. Licking lips, tasting the salt cushioned against plush lips… Yoichi was truly divine.
Pulling back, the tears in the bluelocker's eyes had momentarily stopped, a winded, shocked look overtaking his earlier overstimulation.
Kaiser smirked, feral, yet his heart beat like a rabbit in a cage.
“Don't worry, I'm going to give you a real reason to cry, Yoichi.”
“You—are such a piece of shit.”
“So talkative! Let's put that mouth to good use, yeah?”
That mouth in question slams shut, plush lips forced together. No matter. He'd already gotten Yoichi on his knees, back to the wall. Forcing his mouth open won't be hard.
Kaiser held his cock in one hand, tall and leaking, propelled to half mast with Yoichi's tears. The skin around his eyes are red, puffy. Kaiser will make them worse.
He strokes up his shaft, squeezing the skin. Kaiser's head is tilted down, enjoying the view of Yoichi getting progressively more offended as he shamelessly jerks off in his face. He can read his inner monologue too easily, his disgust predictable. His lips twitch. The slew of verbal abuse taking a strain to endure with Kaiser's cock right at eyelevel. If he wasn’t so turned on, he'd burst out laughing.
“You…” Yoichi mumbles, somewhat careful to keep his mouth pressed small. “You're so gross. You deviant. Pervert.”
Kaiser smirks, chuckling as he moans breathily. “That's fine with me.” Kaiser slipped and twisted his wrist, edging the head, precum oozing off the slit. He rubbed it against Yoichi's plush, pretty lips, loving the shaky sensation against it. “Oh, and you can keep your mouth closed.”
His eyes snapped up.
Kaiser drawled out, sadistic. “I'll just cum on your face instead. Mark you for everyone to see.”
His eyes widened. “Don't you fucking dare—!”
“Open wide~!”
Kaiser didn’t waste time snapping his hips forward, forcing Yoichi to take a good portion of his cock inside him, his balls resting on his chin.
“Mn! Fuh!”
“That—that's it…” Kaiser purred, feeding his cock into that cute, small mouth in tiny thrusts. Oh, it would be filthy by the time he was done with him. “Take it little by little… open up a bit more, yeah, like that.”
Yoichi gagged, unintelligible sounds spilling out from him, drool sliding down his chin as something much bigger than he's used to was fed into his mouth. His eyes had snapped shut, squinting at the sides, the crinkling skin beading the beginnings of a fresh new wave of tears. Unintentionally, Kaiser groaned. He was so hard right now.
Yoichi was noisily sucking in air through his nose, shaking.
Petting his hair gently, Kaiser murmured, ignoring how his voice was breaking at the edges. “Breathe, baby.”
He pulled his cock back halfway out, and Yoichi instinctively opened his mouth wider to accommodate. Kaiser, holding Yoichi's bottom lip, slipped back in, his hot tongue resting and wiggling on the underside of his cock. It was a tight, perfect fit.
Kaiser began with shallow thrusts, the soreness of Yoichi's stretched lips stopping him from moving at all. But Kaiser didn’t mind doing all the work. He liked control, and controlling Yoichi was going to be his greatest high yet.
Letting out a low groan, he closed his eyes. “Yoichi, you feel so good around me.”
Yoichi, unable to speak, made his throat vibrate, tickling the sensitive head of his cock. With no warning, he thrust his hips further into his mouth, pushing in until his cock hit the back of Yoichi's throat. The sudden sensation made him seize, eyes rolling to the back of his head, jaw slack enough that his balls kissed his drooling mouth.
“Haa,” grinding his cock inside, Kaiser groaned, “I'm gonna cum.”
Yoichi smacked Kaiser's thigh, pulling at the pent leg. Kaiser glanced down and pulled back, entranced as he could perfectly see how much of it Yoichi had taken. So he was good for something.
Yoichi pulled his head back at the last few centimeters, gasping in a great breath. His eyes were hazy, his tongue white-slicked with thin cum. “I'm not—hah, swallowing. Uh.”
Kaiser rubbed at his lip, shiny with spit and cum. His cock slid on the side of his face, nuzzling the heat that rose there. It pulsed hot on his cheek. “Hm? You want it on your face, after all?”
“Fuck, huff, you, huff.”
Kaiser grinned. “Another time.”
Without further ado, Kaiser brought his dick back to Yoichi's mouth, who willingly opened up and took it without complaint.
Kaiser grinned. “Good boy.”
Yoichi shivered.
“Oh? That's right. The Heart of Blue Lock loves to be praised. Well, as long as you work for it, I don’t mind praising you.”
His eyes glazed over further, suckling a little harder, bopping his head as much as he could. He brushed the stray, sweaty strands of his hair off his forehead, low murmured words of praise tapping into Yoichi's pleasant nature of deference much faster. His fire has all but extinguished. Squashed under Kaiser's rule.
His balls tightened, flexing unexpectedly. Yes, Kaiser knew what to make Yoichi now.
“Isagi Yoichi,” Kaiser breathed, glaring down the tamed beast with heated eyes, “My very own cocksleeve.”
Yoichi's cheeks were tearstained. Pretty. So lovely in his surrender. Yoichi hollowed his cheeks, swirling his tongue as best as he could as Kaiser set up a brutal pace, hitting the back of his throat more accurately now. Yoichi's eyes rolled back, mouth filling with hot, steamy cum, the giant girth of the German clogging up his airway.
His throat worked automatically, swallowing what he could that was given. He shivered and flinched, his tears silent but many. He whined as his hair was clutched tightly, but kept his mouth open as another hefty load was dumped into his stomach.
Kaiser's knees went weak as the euphoria of unloading stress washed over him. It hadn't even occurred to him that he'd been so backed up since coming here. Weakly, he pumped out the rest, aiming at Yoichi's droopy tongue, watching as his semen pooled to the back of his throat.
“Hold it.”
Kaiser dipped down, holding Yoichi's cheek. His thumb was wet with those warm tears. Licking his lips, Kaiser gathered a thick wad of saliva and let it drop beside the cum Yoichi was dutifully holding to.
Kaiser gave one last order. “Swallow.”
Yoichi was so far gone that without a second thought, accepted the last mouthful of cum and saliva, personally made by Kaiser, and swallowed it down.
Kaiser groaned, his lifeless cock twitching in interest. Tilting Yoichi's chin to him, he licked up the tears still falling on his face, savoring the salty tang that hit his tongue.
“Delicious.”
He lapped them all up, until he had no more tears to spare.
By chance, he glanced down and smiled with an unbelievable tone of voice. “No way, did you come untouched?” There, at the front of Yoichi's uniform, was a wet stain. It only meant one thing.
“That good? I'm flattered.”
Finally, Yoichi was coming back to himself, blinking to brush away that hazy cloud that kept him covered for most of the time. The face he made as he realized what they'd done was priceless.
“You shitless fucker, I'll skin you alive.”
“Aww Yoichi, is that another way of saying 'I Love You'~?”
Kaiser easily held him back as he tried to punch him, whispering a nice little warning in his ear for good measure.
“Have you ever heard the term 'pleasure as punishment'? If not, be careful not to overwork yourself again, or else I'll fuck your throat so good you'll forget your own name. Don’t think I'll care where we are, either.”
That made him freeze, a delightful expression souring on his face.
“Run along, Little Yoichi. Or, do you want to tempt into a second round?”
His eyes widened, pushing his way. “Nope! Hell no!”
Kaiser's laugh followed him all the way to his dorm.
From then on, he was on his best behavior, taking as many breaks as to not overwork himself again. Noa was pleased.
Kaiser was amused, watching him.
How cute that he thought even acting all obedient, Kaiser wouldn't take what he wanted. Whenever he wanted.
Now that he had a taste of the being called Isagi Yoichi, there was no way in hell he would be giving it up.