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Michael Kaiser’s boyfriend is a freak.
A soccer-obsessed freak, to be exact.
Everybody and their mother knows, even the man himself admits it, in his own freaky way.
And as the one and only boyfriend of his boyfriend, he had to at least match him. It’s sort of written somewhere in the dating guidelines that you can’t be allowed to be together if you can’t be similar in one thing. Not that he isn’t obsessed with soccer either, but it isn’t to this extent.
So, Michael Kaiser has been trying to be like Yoichi Isagi, his soccer-freak boyfriend.
However, Michael being Michael, he wants to be different. And so, he strives to be a freak, but in love.
He knows when to give up and when to keep persevering. He knows he can’t outdo the original, hence why he’s going for another realm but also something they’re both familiar with.
And so far, it seems to be working splendidly.
Sure, thinking this way is not typically how one should show adoration towards another. But, it’s nothing to be ashamed about, Michael has convinced himself. Everyone’s human, and as God intended, having idiosyncrasies is a very human thing.
For example, wanting to dress a certain way that doesn’t conform to societal standards is normal.
Having daddy issues is normal.
Popping a boner in the middle of a sports match because your sexy seductive teammate boyfriend got angry at you for stealing his goal, is normal.
God may have blessed him with a great physique, but Michael was far from being a favorite. Considering his past transgressions and such, it was only expected that he would have some…peculiarities within him.
It was still 0-0, with neither teams managing to score a goal for the past thirty and so minutes. The opposing team was, admittedly, a strong bunch who had a lot prepared to counter against his and Yoichi’s main plays. They’ve even resorted to having their right back try and shoot for a goal.
However, as was Blue Lock’s motto, a striker wasn’t a striker if you don’t score the goals yourself.
He knows he was not one of God’s favorites, but that damn entity sure does love dangling bait to keep people like him believing otherwise.
And it was one of these moments that Michael was sure to bite onto it hard.
Michael watches as the ball miraculously and mercilessly drop by his feet, all served up and ready to be shot into the opponent’s net by him. He didn’t anticipate lady luck winking at him from above, and by the looks of it, neither did Yoichi.
With no one guarding Michael, it was the easiest shot of his life. As if the path was pre-paved for him.
He takes a quick glance at his lovely Japanese egoist god of a man to his left, who immediately locks eyes with him.
And while all this is happening, Michael smugly declares, “It’s my win, Yoichi.”
And his foot makes contact with the ball fast and hard, sending it straight to the goal, making their score increase by one.
A few of his nearby teammates flock toward Michael to voice out compliments, but his gaze was fixated on Yoichi, who had an enraged look on his face.
Michael approaches him, skin still tingling with excitement from the goal as his mind fills with thoughts on how to provoke the other best. It was his favourite thing to do after he steals a goal from the hungry egoist king.
It was, after all, his way of motivating his very driven, soccer-crazy lover.
“How’d you like that, Yoichi?” Michael asks, almost purring when he gets glared at from under him. “Did you predict the ball coming to me?” He pats the top of Yoichi’s cute little head to mock him further.
He loved that he was taller than Yoichi because it gave him a way to assert a dominance that was uncontrollable. Something that was permanent and was given right from birth. It gave him a sense of triumph that Yoichi will never be able to beat him in one thing.
Yoichi, as if reading his thoughts, irritably grabs a handful of Michael’s jersey shirt and pulls him down just below his eye level, so he could look down on Michael.
“Shut the fuck up. You got lucky, is all.” The younger man spits out through gritted teeth, “I won’t let it happen again.”
Michael, who is now looking up at him, lovestruck, falls deeper into the abyss that was Yoichi’s piercing deep blue eyes. He couldn’t help but bite his lip as a smile crawls up his face, thinking about what he’d do to him after the match was over. He wonders which side of Yoichi would come out and play then.
He knew that Yoichi had two different personalities when it came to his personal life and soccer.
When Michael found this out, the first thing he thought about was how sex with him would be heaven-sent. On one hand, he gets a sexy and angry Yoichi thrown at him when they play soccer. On the other, he gets a sexy and gentle Yoichi embracing him in private.
Really, Michael got the best of both worlds.
It isn’t often that he pops a hard-on during a match because of how hyped he gets (or other reasons), but when it does happen, he either wills it to go down, or rubs one out during halftime. Or he lets it be until the match is over (whether other people notice it, it’s not his problem).
This time, the high from the goal and from Yoichi being the angry hot sexy soccer freak that he is, he does none of the above as blood rushes down his pants. Instead, he decides he would get the cause of his very natural reaction involved in his shenanigans.
He would love nothing but to take Yoichi right there in the middle of the field and make every single person in the stadium watch as he gets in balls deep in their most beloved Japanese striker.
But he still had some sense of decency (Yoichi thanks God for it, as he always tells Michael), especially when it comes to public displays of affection. Something he and Yoichi preferred to happen privately, contrary to how they behave on-screen.
So, Michael waits until the first half of the match is over where they successfully keep their lead before the break.
“Hey! What are you doing, Kaiser?!” Yoichi exclaims as he immediately gets dragged into the men’s toilet by the blond man.
It was hot and humid and they were both tired from how they’ve gone all out from the beginning of the game. Yoichi wanted nothing but to take a short break resting his legs and drinking refreshments to quench his thirst.
Unfortunately, Michael Kaiser had different plans for them both.
When they arrive in the restroom, Michael sweeps his eyes around to see and make sure they were alone. After checking the last cubicle, he had confirmed that it was empty. Thankfully, they were they first to get there.
Now, magical things can happen.
“What are you planning–” Michael cuts Yoichi off mid-sentence with a searingly hot kiss, his hands grabbing at the other’s face to angle it so their mouths slot perfectly against each other.
He feels Yoichi melt under the heavy kiss, the latter giving in to the impulsivity that was Michael Kaiser by humming against his lips.
Michael takes this opportunity to take them both inside the farthest cubicle from the entrance, pushing Yoichi against its door as he locks it behind him, never breaking apart even a centimeter.
“Ah,” Yoichi lets out a whimper when his back hits the door aggressively, his mouth opening involuntarily, allowing Michael’s tongue to invade his mouth further.
“Fuck,” Michael curses when Yoichi sucks on his tongue, the sensation traveling down to where it all began.
Desperate to relieve the pain in his shorts, he pulls the shorter man’s legs up from under his knees to carry him, using the door to support his weight. Yoichi loops his arms around his neck, following through his actions on instinct, as they have done many times before.
The friction from the movement aroused him more, getting the urge to rub his crotch against the other but resisted himself to put Yoichi down the closed lid of the toilet gently.
He tries to put him down, but Yoichi wouldn’t let go. He can feel the Yoichi’s growing stiff against his pants as he thrusts up his hips to try and relieve himself.
Michael hisses into his mouth, “Wait, baby, let go of me for a sec.” He mumbles into the kiss as he tries to pull back.
When he manages to finally pull away, Yoichi is a panting mess with his eyes glazed over and his lips wet and swollen. With this already fucked-out look from him, normally, Michael would immediately bend him over and fuck him senseless, but he had a different objective today.
Today and only today, he wants to be a good boy. No funny (or funnier?) business, especially when they’re wrestling against time.
And so, Michael gets down on his knees and puts his hands on the hem of Yoichi’s shorts, about to pull them down when his hands quickly get slapped away.
Snapping out of his daze, “Woah, woah, woah. What do you think you’re doing?!” Yoichi yanks him back by his hair in surprise, fingers tight and pulling against his scalp.
Michael, who expected this, huffs out a laugh as he flinches from the pain.
“Shh, help me out a little, would you?” Michael smiles at him dubiously, sweeping his sweaty hair back as he eases Yoichi’s hold away. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
Yoichi purses his lips as he glares at Michael. Contemplating their situation and time left, Yoichi hesitantly lets go, freeing the other man to do whatever he wished.
Thankful for the opportunity blessed onto him by his very reluctant partner, Michael plants a chaste kiss against the former’s knuckles before digging in.
When Michael pulls down Yoichi’s underwear, from how close his face is to the other’s crotch, he’s surprised he didn’t get slapped by his very stiff and hard cock.
He strokes Yoichi’s twitching member down with his pointer finger, “You’re about to explode, Yoichi. Did you expect this while getting dragged into this dirty cubicle?” Michael points out the obvious, saying it only to get on his lover’s nerves.
Yoichi falls for the bait, “Shut up and make this quick. It’s only a matter of time before some of them come in.”
“Don’t worry, I locked the door.”
“That’s not the problem, idiot! They’ll hear us.”
“I’ll be quiet.” Michael promises, flashing him his million-dollar smile before digging in the lavish meal in front of him.
Michael encircles Yoichi’s stiff with one hand, the other gripping against the latter’s thigh as he puts it in his mouth. His tongue cushioning the underside of the other man’s cock as his head bobs up and down on it, opening his mouth wider to avoid it grazing his teeth.
“Aah!” Yoichi exclaims when Michael licks the head dripping with pre-cum, his grip on the toilet seat tightens when he almost slips from the sweat in his hands.
He feels a hand pushing him down further and deeper than he could take, but he doesn’t stop it, forcing his throat to open up so he could take the whole of Yoichi.
“Mmh,” Michael hums against Yoichi’s cock, the vibration making the latter quiver and jolt his hips up in pleasure.
The sudden movement took Michael off-guard as his nose touches base against Yoichi’s navel, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat. Michael’s grip on Yoichi’s thighs tighten, pushing them down to regain control.
He pauses to breathe the familiar scent in through his nose, the skin of Yoichi’s abdomen glistening with sweat. He looks up through his lashes to briefly meet eyes with the person above him.
Sweat mixed with grime, spit and pre-cum would normally reek, but for Michael, who is unfathomably and irrevocably madly in love with Yoichi Isagi, it smelled like heaven.
He believes that even if Yoichi had shit smeared all over his cock and bare ass, he’d still put it in his mouth. Normal people would not be so inclined to do that for their lover, therefore Michael thinks Yoichi should be thankful for God that he was not made normal.
Michael, keeping his eyes on Yoichi’s, was about to continue when the both of them hear the men’s toilet door open and a number of footsteps enter, stopping by the urinals and sinks near the entrance.
And of course, his partner panics.
Yoichi almost jumped from the toilet lid where he sat, but was immediately brought back down by Michael’s hold against his bare thighs. Stiffened from nerves and movements restricted, Yoichi instead chooses to close his legs around Michael’s neck, cleats painfully digging into the latter’s back.
The fingers clutching Michael’s hair tenses as Yoichi pushes him further down into his cock. Michael almost chokes on the impact, tears forming in his eyes from the twinge of pain in his back and around his jaw and throat.
Yoichi flinches when he feels Michael’s teeth suddenly graze his member. He looks down at the latter and realises what he’d done and loosens his grip in his hair and relaxes the legs on his back.
“Shit, sorry,” Yoichi hisses in a hushed voice as Michael pulls out the cock from his mouth, spit dripping down his reddened lips.
Multiple voices are heard outside their cubicle, speaking about the game. They recognise them as their teammates’.
Without saying anything, Michael looks up at Yoichi as he rests his cheek against Yoichi’s hand, waiting and expectant.
Light blue eyes observing Yoichi’s unwavering darker ones, checking to see if he was going to back down. But Michael knows the man in front of him and that man does not and has never backed down from any challenge.
And that is why Michael Kaiser fell in love with him at first sight. Yoichi Isagi had worn the same look the first time they locked eyes.
Michael nuzzles up against the hand brushing his hair back, humming in satisfaction when he is given permission to continue.
When Yoichi guides Michael’s head back down to the head of his cock, what can he do but obey and worship the man before him.
Michael’s eyes stay locked on the other’s as he lowers his head again, sliding Yoichi’s throbbing member inside. He feels it pulsing against the inside of his cheeks, the heat swarming in as he smothers it in his spit.
Knowing that they were still in public and their teammates being a few meters away from them excites Michael. The anticipation fuels the fire in his heart, sending the pleasure down under where his own cock is suffocating from not being touched.
The men’s toilet barely had any ventilation, which amplifies the already warm air around them. Their sweat from the game and arousal doubled the heat between their bodies.
And when he can see his lover struggling to keep himself quiet, Michael puts Yoichi’s own jersey up to his mouth to bite against. As much as he loves hearing the younger man scream his pleasures out, he doesn’t want anybody else listening to what they were doing.
Michael pulls out for a second to whisper, “If you don’t want them to hear, you have to keep it down, miene Liebe.”
He feels the other man’s cock twitch from the pet name, making his heart and member flutter. Yoichi takes his offer and bites his own jersey to muffle his noises.
Michael tongues around Yoichi, bringing a hand up to help relieve the latter faster when he felt that he was close. More precum trickles down, Michael lapping it up and licking into the hole of the foreskin.
Yoichi jerks uncontrollably and whimpers quietly. Michael looks up at the sound and notices the tears forming in the corner of the other’s eyes, sending more tingles down his spine and pants.
Unable to take it any longer, Michael pulls out his own cock and puts his free hand on it, stroking it vigorously and desperately. He grabs on Yoichi’s thigh, puts his mouth around his whole cock and sucks on it hard, his cheeks hollowing and saliva dribbling down.
The obscene sounds of coming out of his mouth only amplifies Yoichi’s arousal, hands guiding Michael’s head in his desired quickening pace to chase the high. He can feel Yoichi’s quickening breath as his jaw aches from the prolonged gaping.
Yoichi leans forward, nearing his climax. Michael kneads into his stiff member and slides his other hand down the other’s back, pushing him further into his mouth. He sucks him in and out, rapid and stimulating.
He hears Yoichi tiredly lets go of the cloth in his mouth, grunting softly as his cum hits the back of Michael’s throat.
Michael swallows down everything Yoichi had released as he himself feels the climax from the heat and arousal amassed together. A few more strokes and he follows through, cumming onto the toilet floor, Yoichi’s softening cock still in his mouth.
He had barely touched himself, and yet he had already came.
He thinks it’s the power of his boyfriend’s endless eroticism. Only this man had this much power over the Michael Kaiser.
Yoichi pulls Michael’s face away from his groin, breath labored and eyes clearing up. He looks down at the mess of a man below him.
“F-Fuck. You came just from sucking me off?” Yoichi says, bewildered.
Michael closes his eyes and pants through his nose while he rests his head against Yoichi’s bare thigh, visibly worn out but still full of energy.
“I’ve been hard since you got angry at me for stealing that goal.” Michael replies, voice hoarse, rough and pleasantly fucked out. “I almost came when you put your tongue in my mouth earlier.”
Michael opens his eyes to look at the other man’s blushing face. Yoichi notices, eyebrows immediately furrowing in masked annoyance.
“Shut up and get up already.”
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They continue to bicker even after they’ve cleaned up and left the restroom.
When they return to the stadium, one of their teammates comes approaching, “Where did you guys go? Noa’s looking for both of you.”
Michael looks at Yoichi. Yoichi looks back and glances down at Michael’s swollen lips. He looks away, face reddening.
The blond man smirks then turns back to their teammate, “I got hungry. Had to eat my lunch in the toilet.”
Said lunch then kicks the back of his knee and he falls for him for the nth time.
After getting scolded by their coach, Yoichi shoves him lightly by the shoulder.
“If we lose because of you, I’m gonna kill you.”
Michael pauses, “And if we win?”
“I’m still gonna kill you.”