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A list of prompts I've made for myself:

My favourites/the ones i recommend first- ★

1 - Frotting ✓ ★

2 - Sixty-nine ✓★

3 - Breeding kink ✓★

4 - Size difference ✓ (+ overstimulation)★

5 - creampie Tied up ✓

6 - overstimulation Public sex ✓

7/

8 - Edging ✓

9 - Disinterest ✓

10 - Hair pulling ✓★

11 - Phone sex/sexting ✓ 

12 - Praise kink ✓

13 - Marks/Biting ✓★

14 - Sounding ✓

15 - Aphrodisiac ✓

16 - Dry humping ✓

17 - Cock warming ✓

18 - Against a wall ✓

19 - Mutual masturbation ✓★

20 - Costumes ✓

21 - Sadomasochism ✓

22 -   Animal characteristics ✓ ★

23 -  Ass worship + spanking ✓

24 - Somnophilia ✓ ★

25 - Lingerie ✓

26 - Breath-play ✓

27 - Oviposition (Merman) ✓

28 - Begging ✓ ★

29 - Hands free ejaculation ✓

30 - Riding ✓

31 - Aftercare ✓

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Thank you for reading ★

Chapter Text

It's Shidou's third day of freedom.

 He'd forgotten what it's like to live alone, to sleep on a mattress rather than in a futon on the cold, concrete floor of a cell. Now rather than eleven roommates, he's got one. The man who'd freed him, who is looking after him until U-20’s match against Blue Lock, also dubbed the “best player in Japan”, steps out of the shower and leads a trail of steam into their bedroom. 

It's a double suite on the highest floor of some bougie hotel, their beds are separated by a pair of drawers with nightlights on them, strewn out player's manuals and magazines clutter the surface of every desktop and counter.

Him and Sae are in the same room under the pretence of cutting costs, but Shidou knows there's no way an agency would be skimping out on Japan's greatest treasure... He must be here for a completely different reason, like after-hour supervision or forced socialization. Regardless of whether that be Sae's own doing or the work of Oliver Aiku, the team captain, he'll definitely be taking this time they have together for granted. To say that he's uninterested in U-20 would be an understatement, but the far-superior older Itoshi? He'd love to get his hands on a piece of that. 

Ryusei glances across the room, to where that idling figure still stands, and he unabashedly scans his handsome physique.

Pale magenta hair still drips with water, it trickles down his face and pools in the dip where his collarbones meet. Sae's skin is pale, his body smooth save for a trail of pink which disappears beneath the towel he has skillfully wrapped around his hips. 

He is naturally lean, padded nicely and his muscles are still pronounced from a day's worth of training. Shidou wants to grab ahold of that frame; bones, fat and all, he wants to devour it whole. 

Those sharp, aquamarine eyes glare into his skull from across the room, as cold and unforgiving as ever. Well, he supposes he shouldn't have expected such a kind response to his wandering gaze, which had paused for quite a while over that slight outline, the shade cast by the monster probably hiding behind that towel.

“Sae-chan ♪” Shidou finally breaks the silence. “have I already told you that you look like a marble statue?”

“You did," Sae flattens his lips, he looks like he's trying not to roll his eyes. "the day we met.” 

“Ah, shit,” Ryusei growls, laying back where he'd been sitting at the end of his bed. He's covering his face, trying to conceal his grin, but his blood rushes elsewhere, downward rather than up into his cheeks. Maybe he should be focusing on what's more important to hide, but that decency skips right past his mind.

He can't take it anymore, he's going insane, he might as well have come already with how pent up he's feeling. 

The wooden flooring creaks as Sae wanders towards their sleeping arrangement. At first, Ryusei readies himself for another night like the last: he'll scroll through his phone and go to sleep, the knot in his stomach tightening further. If needs must, he'll jerk off in the shower tomorrow morning before practice.

Then his mattress sinks and he pulls his hand away to better observe the situation before him. Sae’s hovering above that absurd hard-on sticking out between his legs, his knee pressed right between them, inches away from the junction of his thighs. long eyelashes bat down towards his face, that expression unclear. He's assertive when he has to be, this guy. Observant, sly in his strategies. He can navigate through the loose links in Shidou's armour, finding his less-evolved defences. That must be what makes him such a skillful player… offensive to his core, no matter how well he hides it on the field, playing as a stupid goddamn midfielder–-

“You're good at this, you know?” Shidou says, accepting the challenge, wondering just how far he can take things. Maybe if he's wrapped up in the present, he'll last a bit longer when things come to.

 “you make me feel things I've never felt before ♪”

 Sae does roll his eyes this time, places his hand on his hip, exerting confidence. 

“You've never felt lust before?” he asks, and he smirks when he doesn't receive an answer. He only ever smiles when he knows he's won, like some sadist finding pleasure in the expression of defeat eating away at his competition. 

Well, god knows who's lost, because it's not Shidou. 

Now they're close enough for him to make out the moles on that porcelain chest, ones he'd missed in the changing room or in old interviews. He sits up, his head spinning and his dick absolutely throbbing. That's it, bullseye. He's feeling the lust left behind by generations gone, passed down to him with the rest of his exceptional genetics. 

The mattress shifts again as Sae pulls away, and with it, a rock sinks deep within the pit of Ryusei's stomach, a miniscule fear that he's been led on, only for this moment to end with his pants still on. 

He can't help the sigh of relief he releases, mixed with a gasp, when that man hauls himself up at either side of his legs, effectively trapping him against his bed. 

Tonight's the night, he thinks, but before he can make his next move– weigh his words well enough, his companion decides his immediate future for him. Sae plants his hand on Shidou's chest and pushes him back down into the sheets, straddling his thighs. He's silenced by a kiss, no, he's being completely devoured by this legend that he's gotten ahold of. Sae's agile tongue breaks through his lips and intertwines with his own, the residue shower water drips down onto his forehead. 

He lets himself wriggle around within that soppy mouth, licking golden crowns and trailing over the edges of semi-emerged wisdom teeth. Their faces come to moon each other, pressing repeatedly together at varying angles, their breaths in sync.

Itoshi pulls away first, breathless and with blissfully blown pupils, but Shidou grabs ahold of his deep magenta locks to keep him close. 

“Fuck, you know how long I've wanted to do that?” He huffs out, his eyes a piercing hot-pink, burning on adrenaline. 

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you– the moment you made me yours,” so many game recaps that he'd seen when they were both kids, completely alone in the feeling. So many hours together these past three days that make up for it. He wants to make the others eat his dust, watching as him and this man before him succeed together. He wants to experience things he's never had the chance to, preferably in the arms of the only person to ever truly want him around. 

Sae Itoshi will never look back on his decision to take Shidou for himself, free him from that cage like a butterfly from a cobweb; and in the same breath, he'll regret the demon he'd decided he needed on his team, unaware of just how difficult it would be to tame. 

“You monster,” that midfielder growls out, entertaining Ryusei’s flirtation. He's at half mast himself, his towel dangerously close to falling, and he's never looked this disheveled before, more handsome than he'll ever be with that cold mask he wears, now it cracks just slightly to unveil intense desire.

  “My monster,” he corrects, as possessive as possible, and they crash back against each other, wet lips opening, sharp teeth ravaging delicate flesh. 

Shidou runs one hand down the side of his companion's torso, feeling the ripples of that body as he makes his way north, impressive fields of solid muscle that quiver beneath his touch. He licks across Sae's jaw, towards the branch of his jugular vein, into the nook of his neck.  

“Don't leave any marks,” Sae whispers into Shidou's ear, biting down on his earlobe, warning him although the effort might be fruitless. Ryusei will forever act as he wishes, but he shouldn't, for the repercussions will be proper. Instead, it nearly feels like an invitation for him to fuck up, leave one beautiful hickey right above that prominent collarbone for all to see. 

Ryusei hums, “well, you can leave as many as you want ♪”

He needs to know that this is real, he needs proof, limited permanency of what they're doing here today. 

“I will,” Sae whispers as he pulls away from the warmth strawn out beneath him. Those turquoise eyes are trained on Shidou and Shidou alone, those lips red and shiny. That forward striker tugs his companion's towel open, unveiling a throbbing pink penis that catches his sight and sends pleasant tingles up his spine. So cute, cherry pink, sweet and neglected, it cries a single tear that trickles down from it's slit.

“Ugh– fuck,” Shidou moans, covering his face again, he's just so hot and bothered, he might as well be melting. This situation is inflating his ego. The Itoshi Sae, as cold and distant as his demeanour is, is attracted to him. Itoshi Sae has let himself get carried away and now they're mixing juices. He might as well be in heaven, with how high he's feeling. 

Sae returns the favour by pulling Shidou's loose lounging pants down. The contrast immediately shakes him, of those delicate, pale hands squeezing his hip. His dick leaps out immediately from beneath the waistband, practically shaking with how swollen it is. They're both hard, but Shidou is more desperate: he rides up so that his cock grinds against Sae's stomach, smearing precum smoothens the motion.  

Shidou feels himself get pushed further into the bed and when he allows his head to rest back, sighing shakily with his neck exposed, Sae grabs ahold of the space and attacks it. Like souvenirs, small reminders of this great achievement, he sucks deep marks of purple and red into that golden brown skin. The sound of a wet tongue lapping up rough skin, mixed with the breathless moans and pants that they both produce, ring through the suite. 

“Satisfied?” Sae beckons him, observing the handiwork himself, the litter of bruises that stick out even within his dark complexion. They'll only become more prominent by tomorrow, present for everyone on their team to see, to wonder who had at him like a popsicle stick.  

“Are you?” Shidou shoots back, refusing to answer-- he's not satisfied, he never will be, but he knows that his best bets on coming close to that are with the man who lays above him.  

“Not yet,” Sae says. The arm that had long since found itself wandering up Shidou's shirt pulls back abruptly. that's settled, they both think. perhaps in their grave they might want to rest. 

Those skillful fingers wrap around his dick, the first direct sensation other than that of warm and shifting air catching him off guard. It sends sparks up his body, straight down his legs, and when that hand then closes in around the both of them, he lets out a short whimper.

It's those eight months locked up with no release, full of idiots who aren't even on his level, who aren't right for him. And now he's here and their wavelengths seem to be in sync. He can feel Sae's red-hot length, their veins throbbing against each other, the exposed lining at his tip feels like it's being rubbed raw as it shifts up and down his companion's groomed abdomen. 

He licks the bobbing Adam's apple in Sae's throat and revels in the low groan which leaves his companions lips before they lock in with his own, and Sae sucks hard on his tongue, as though to distract him, like he'll manage to hide his own reactions under waves of pleasure. Shidou won't forget this day till the moment he dies, he won't forget the way that midfielder’s bones crack as his toes curl tightly, how his throat croaks and his eyes redden. All of these moments that Sae finds embarrassing, they're unforgettably life-changing, fucking amazing.  

Their dicks graze each other, made slippery from precum and throbbing with heat. A thumb rubs across his tip, sharp and agonising and then that palm draws down to capture them both at the base. The action repeats, a rhythmic fapping sound accompanying it. 

The speed soon has him squirming, so close to the edge, and yet it's not quick enough for him to wholeheartedly come. His body pleads for more, convulsing minutely as he grips on for dear life. His hands claw away at Itoshi’s broad and chiseled frame, up his waist and down his biceps, across indents and old scars, sharp little reminders of his humanity. 

“Sae,” Shidou breathes out between delicate kisses, those lips so soft against his own that they might as well be marshmallows. “Do you see how, ngh- goddamn compatible we are?”  

He feels the knot in his stomach unravel, the pleasure grabbing him from inside, longing to break free. They're both coming undone, he can tell. He can feel Sae's hand beginning to slip as it haphazardly continues to jerk back and forth, his thighs trembling. Cheeks which are now bright pink, Sae's heavy groans match his own, desperate and helplessly loud.  

“Fuck,” He needs it so bad. He needs that sweet release, he continues to grind into that hand, against that shaft. Fuck, fuck, damnit. Where is Sae in all of this? Is he close? Is he just inhuman? He looks like he's about to explode, his shower a rather futile thing, he's dripping with sweat once more. 

“God, ah-- shit---” Ryusei grips Itoshi’s waist, his body full of white, pinprick electricity that runs through to the ends of his toes and the tips of his fingers. His vision blurs as he comes in three short, ropey pumps. Hand soppy with the stuff, Sae joins him in orgasm not a moment later, letting out one final, shaky sigh as he spills across that golden brown abdomen. 

Then he simply looms over Shidou, their heavy gasps intermingling as they try to regulate their breathing. One last time, those true emotions within the man reach the surface, managing to break through in his wild expression. Those eyes are wide, needy, they show how much he yearns for more. More sex, more intimacy. Then quickly, that solemn frown is replaced by a miniscule, wicked grin which plays at the edge of his lips. So, they both know this isn't over then. For now they can call it a draw. 

“Good job,” Itoshi Sae commends, but his words lack their usual bite. He pats Shidou on the cheek, that demon leans into the warmth of his touch. 

“When's my next reward then?” Ryusei asks, and if he had a tail, it'd be wagging. 

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“Sae-Chan,” Shidou calls as he steps out of the bathroom, his vibrant, bleached hair pushed back behind a thin headband. He's got one hand on his hip, the other carelessly rubbing his backside, he looks bored.  “you reckon they've got a shot?” 

He's referring to U-20. Today was the first time he'd seen Itoshi Sae actually show up for group training, but still, he'd just stood in the observation box next to some fat old geezer with the usual blank expression on his face rather than playing on-field, like they both knew he wanted to do. It's also the first day to pass without any conflicts between himself and the group… he was too busy making sure he made a good impression on the man that now lies before him, but at what price? He's full of excess energy that bolts through his veins like sound in a guitar's feedback loop, too vast to be repressed, he needs some sort of release. 

“No,” he receives in reply. Itoshi Sae is lounging across their couch, probably planning on napping there like he usually does around this time of day. He’s upside down from where Shidou is standing.

 And the thing is, he’s not wrong, he never is, really, although he rarely expresses his own opinion regarding things. Shidou knows that there’s no way they can win with this team of lackeys they’ve been hired by, but he’s constantly telling them that to their faces. In said respect, they’re different: Sae goes on offence when he has to, when he’s directly confronted by things, but Ryusei? He’ll start world-wars in order to get his point across, he’ll speak his mind unprompted because then he won’t have to contain it any longer. 

Well, he wishes sometimes that he had more support. He wishes someone was truly on his side, but he supposes it’s for the best, if he’s already this powerful all alone.

 He’s staring across the room, his brows just a little furrowed, his lips a little downturned. And Sae lowers his phone to better observe his companion's expression, turns his head to the side in question before drawing conclusions in his own mind. 

“Little Devil,” he calls, motioning his finger back and forth. “Come closer.”

Naturally, Shidou obeys, closing the distance until he's looking closely at that face, beautiful whichever way he sees it. 

Sae's hand makes that motion towards him again, forward, so he bends down further, till their faces are a breath away from each other. 

“I don't need anyone else's help to secure a win,” Sae whispers to him, sultriness dripping from his words. It's a crazy claim to stake in any day and age– that he can win a game against 11 other players, especially as a midfielder, but Shidou must be even more insane, because he believes it like fact. Furthermore, it sounds like an invitation: fight alongside me and you'll have it all, my victory will be in your favour. 

Shidou can feel those emerald eyes, so very focused on him as their owner plays his heart like some sort of cello. His already scarce morals have been had; he'd join Sae on the battlefield in the blink of an eye, not even knowing what he's fighting for.  

“Fuck!” He draws out, before growling, “You know exactly how to turn me on ♪” 

His companion grabs him by the neck and pulls him into a sloppy, upside down kiss. It tastes like mint toothpaste and something so distinctively Sae that it drives him crazy. His tongue winds easily into parted lips, within them his counterpart’s lolling muscle invites him to indulge freely, lapping at that sharp and delectable, slightly sour, slightly sweet flavour. When they part for air, Shidou licks away the strand of drool still connecting their lips.  

“You don't usually need my help,” his partner retorts, and he's not wrong, Ryusei’s libido could win marathons, but it's never been this active, on the constant offense, ready like a pile of fresh coals waiting to be lit again. 

“No, Sae-Chan, this is all because of you–”

And honestly? He knows Sae's no saint either… he knows that they're both equally enjoying this scandal they've got going on behind closed doors. 

“Really?” Sae asks, entertaining him with great amusement. “Prove yourself to me,” he says, as though another declaration, show me what you've got.

Shidou rises back up. He's wearing a pair of skimpy shorts and a loose vest that shows off his broad shoulders. He's taller than Sae by about a foot, so especially now that the handsome striker is sprawled out before him on the chair, he gets the perfect bird's-eye view of that genetic compatibility which drives him insane. It's those legs, muscles showing through thin cotton pants. Those forearms, pale enough for the veins to pop out against silky skin. The outline of that dick makes him wonder if the man even bothered wearing underwear, well, he sure didn't himself. Shidou lets his hands wander down to that marvellous chest, squeezing into perfect pectoral muscles.

When Sae's nipples begin to swell beneath his palms, he knows this pursuit of his was victorious. He claws into them, pinches them between his fingers and twirls them clockwise and back, till he feels his companion squirm beneath his touch. The lying man's expression feigns a false same-ness, but Shidou can see through it: Those teal eyes are milky, unfocused, his lips slightly parted to accommodate sharp breaths. The deep crimson which climbs up his neck ruins any further attempt at seeming unbothered. 

Shidou grins deviously in triumph.  

“Your intentions are as clear as day, Ryusei Shidou,” Sae grumbles out, drawing his arms back to grope Shidou's ass, pulling him closer towards the couch arm on which his head rests. If his legs were any shorter, his crotch would already be resting in that nest of short magenta locks. 

“I wasn't trying to hide them… didn't you tell me to prove myself?”

“Yes,” Itoshi rolls his eyes. “But not like this. Are you hoping to get a reaction out of me?” 

Shidou scoffs, because he already has, he's gotten exactly what he wanted, he can practically see the aura of lust which slowly consumes this midfielder he seeks to tease. 

“what? Did you expect me to be submissive instead? Shouldn't you be standing up if you wanna take charge?”

Sae sighs, seemingly giving in. 

“Fine,” he says and Shidou is left to wonder for a split moment: fine, continue? Fine, I'll take charge? Fine, haul me up into the bedroom… 

But he simply stands there, his arms at the side of his waist, waiting for instructions like some sort of dog as he's pet down blindly.

 Sae squeezes into his glutes, over his backside, caressing tender flesh that sinks between his fingers, semi-firm muscles that contract instinctively. Then he finally lets go, turning his head a little as he observes Shidou's expression: satisfaction and need. 

Those nimble, pale fingers wind around his front, gripping on to both ends of his rope waistband, and he pulls open the bow keeping Shidou's shorts intact. 

They immediately drop, pooling at his golden-tanned ankles, that semi hard dick they'd covered springing up, exposed to the cool indoor air.

Ryusei looks down, he can't help how dark his expression is, arousal mixed with amusement. Between his legs, his dick is framed by Sae's coral hair, it hides that disdainful expression and it hardens by the second as he imagines the sensations his immediate future has in store for him.

He's gonna touch those perfect lips, they're gonna wrap around him if he has his way. Warm and wet and loud, that throat will swallow him up. His eyes shut, his head hanging back, and he allows his hands to find purchase beneath him.   

Sae blows out, that warm air wrapping around the underside of his shaft and he gasps just a little in response.

“Sae-Chan,” he purrs, “do you like being beneath me?”

 he might as well be the sun in the sky, with how up high he feels as he looks at that sprawled out body before him. He knows he's testing the waters by even insinuating his position in any other way but physically, yet he does so regardless of the risk.

“Beneath you?” Itoshi smirks and Shidou can practically feel the shape of those lips shifting, a faint ghost under his sensitive skin. “You'll crumble near my feet long before that ever truly happens,” he claims, somewhat correctly, and Shidou revels in another wave of that warm air blowing over his shaft.  

“Oh god, that's hot– I'd get on all fours for you ♡”

He's not joking, no, he's never been more serious in his life. Only for Sae, he might kill for this man's approval someday. He can practically feel himself convulsing, in such an odd position, with his legs slightly bent at either side of Sae's head, he needs to get lower, he needs to feel that man rather than just the aura of warmth that his body emits.

Sae, rather knowingly, pulls him forward, those hands still on his ass, and he falls forward easily enough. He lands on top of that perfect frame, a majority of his weight on his elbows, his knees on the armrest above Sae's shoulders. 

“Woah, I didn't think you'd let me do it so soon. Shit! I'm gonna make you see stars, Sae-Chan~”

Sae chuckles and for a moment. Ryusei's heartbroken that he'd missed such a sight, but he gets to feel it instead, and he realises immediately that his dick has finally found purchase in the soft protrusion of that perfect Cupid's bow. He can feel every minute shift beneath him, every huff and hum.

Sae doesn't entertain another verbal response, nor an instruction of sorts, but when he slightly lifts his hips, Shidou takes it as an invitation to pull down those cotton pyjama pants, unveiling a cock that springs straight up to slap him in the face. 

“Oh! Cute~” Ryusei says, because he can, because it's true. Sae's not small, he's packing heat. So close-up, Shidou can see every tiny vein webbing beneath his thin skin, beautiful and purple beneath baby pink that fades into peach.

“Shut up,” Sae says, before groaning suddenly as he feels the warm saliva on his companion's tongue run down his dick. Shidou doesn't take prisoners, he's ready to get straight to work. He laps up his own bead of spit before it can reach those closely-trimmed pubes. Then, not sparing a moment of hesitation, he closes his lips around the end and sucks hard on that tip, licking beneath the already receding rim of foreskin which covers it.

Itoshi's legs sway in response to the sharp sensations of pleasure which wind through his lower body. Perhaps discontent with taking the backseat, or maybe in attempt to stifle his low sighs and moans, he mirrors the action, taking shidou into his mouth. 

“Ah–nn,” Ryusei gasps around the treat he holds, trying to keep his knees from buckling completely, but they still quiver. Sae supports his thighs, squeezing into the firm meat of his adductors. 

They go on an equal pursuit, which some would call friendly competition. Sae latches his lips onto his companion's throbbing member, his suction minimal, but he makes up for it with the use of his tongue, which lolls around and around, targeting the jutting bundle of veins at below Shidou's fully exposed tip.  

It's clear which one of them has more experience. As Shidou skillfully bobs his head up and down, his drool pooling between Sae's thighs and running down the cleft of his ass, Sae struggles to keep up with the rhythm, his teeth grazing every so often against the ridges of that massive cock he attempts to swallow. Ryusei hums as he feels Sae spread and quiver within his hold, abdomen tensing beneath his wandering fingers. He's so overjoyed, he can't help but grin whenever he bottoms out, the squelches his throat produces running straight through his spine. The idea that he can win this round is the only thing that motivates him to hang on, to not completely explode, because he's not sure when he'll ever get the chance to try this again. He's keen on dragging Itoshi over the edge of glory before getting there himself, as impossible as that seems. 

Sae's nose tickles his balls before he draws his head back down, and Ryusei tries not to thrust forward with him, to instinctively follow that warmth. He revels in the wet gasps for air that he hears from the man lying beneath him, probably so soppy, his face covered with saliva, he wishes he could see it. 

Shidou knows he's won when Sae's knees clench around his head, locking him in place. He grabs that pale thigh and squeezes hard, just short of leaving a mark that'll show up next time they're in the changing room. Sae's dick, deep within that tight throat, pulses with the rest of his body. His toes grip the fabric of the chair and his waist curves upwards, and he chokes around that striker as he teeters over the edge. 

This is it, Ryusei thinks repeatedly as he feels that member hit the back of his throat. He hums around Sae and sucks down hard, attentive to the balls which seem to tighten just below his nose. He can feel the desperate groans vibrating around his own dick, ones he's been dying to hear from such an uptight man.

Go baby! three, two, one---

He wrings the orgasm straight out from beneath him and swallows it down easily. Then he keeps going till Sae's nails claw into him desperately and only then does he pull off with a wet ‘pop’, taking those few moments in which Sae recovers to pull himself back up on jelly-like legs. He needs to see it, the dishevelled man who lays before him, who's cherry-red, spent dick falls against his spasming abdomen. 

Sae isn't satisfied yet, he hasn't spat out Ryusei's cock, which now obscures the top half of his face from view. All Shidou can see are those bruised lips and the outline which shifts in and out of Itoshi's throat, on full display because of his position on the couch arm. He doesn't know how he's standing, with his dick in the snug reigns of that midfielder. 

“Oh, fuck!--” Shidou moans out with pleasure as he brings his hands to steady the man's head in place. “Just like that, you're so good ♪” 

He thrusts forward into that face, testing the limits of his companion, but Sae complies. His eyes roll up into his head, and he lets it hang over his shoulders as he finally cums, pulling himself out in the process, his jizz painting Sae's beautifully flustered face in white streaks. 

Sae opens his mouth back up to catch the last few drops and they land on his outstretched tongue. Shidou grips the chair, catching his breath, his hair a mess across his face, splattered with sweat and saliva just as much as the man before him. 

Sae looks satisfied, the post orgasm-bliss still visible in his teary eyes. As much as he tries to seem recovered, he still can't quite breath as quietly as he usually does. 

Ryusei crumples to the ground with a laugh, resting his head beside his dear companion. 

“That was... fuck!” He huffs. “God! You're perfect, you even taste like syrup~”

Sae chuckles again, and this time, Shidou doesn't miss it. His eyes twinkle as he watches that face contour just slightly, and he thinks he can rest satisfied for the time being. 

When Itoshi catches him staring, he pulls him in by the hair, kissing him deeply so that the residual cum on their tongues mix. He thinks of that moment rather romantically. 

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Ryusei Shidou has prepared himself for this moment, both physically and mentally. He's set the stage: worn the most scandalous pair of clothes he'd brought (a pair of silky, pink button-down and shorts) and rubbed shea butter along every inch of his golden brown body. He's dimmed the room lights and somehow coaxed his prickly partner into bed. 

Now they're making out, hot and heavy. Sae's hands are tangled in his hair, those long, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Shidou's hand's squeeze the sides of his torso, their bodies pressing together as they wrestle each other into the bed. He's got an advantage, he's bigger and taller than Sae, but there's an ulterior motive behind his actions. He lets himself get overpowered. 

Itoshi pulls back, his hands on Ryusei's chest moving to unbutton his blouse and reveal the tanned skin full of marks from their past rendezvous’. He looks like an animal, taking in its prey, the cold expression is enough to work Shidou up. 

He licks his lips. 

“You like what you see, Sae-Chan?” he taunts his partner, rolling his hips up as he fully removes his shirt and tosses it to the floor. Sae trails a line of wet kisses down his neck, biting into the soft flesh above his left nipple. 

“Turn around,” he breaks away again in order to growl, his sultry voice making the hair on Ryusei's arms stand. Shidou laughs as he does so, making it known he's doing it because he wants to. 

With his back turned, he can only guess Itoshi's full intentions. He can feel the tense hands running down his back, massaging the muscles he's pulled while trying to show off all day, the places he's hit while toppling over on the field. He can feel the soft kisses over bruised skin, so affectionate when he thinks he's gone unnoticed. 

Sae pulls that pair of barbie-pink pants down and Shidou shakes his ass in the air, chortling as he does so. 

“Fuck yeah, I'm thrumming! Give it to me, Baby ♪” 

Sae hums in reply, spreading open that perfect ass he has on display to get a better look at the clean, puckering hole which hides there. As though instinctively, rather than simply fuck him, Itoshi draws out the motion. He closes the distance and settles his tongue along the crevice. 

“Nghhh–” Shidou groans into the pillow, before what sounds like another swear word. He can feel that warmth, the drool making its way to his balls, the muscle of Sae's tongue breaking through the rim of his ass hole and then it's gone. 

“Shit!” he hisses as the wet zone grows cold, bare and exposed to the air. “You fucker– right when it was getting good?” 

Sae grins above him, pleased with himself. 

He shakes his ass in the air again, arching his back into the bed. “C’mon, Sae-Chan, fill me up ♪”

The bed creaks as Sae gets closer, spreading his companions thighs and placing himself directly behind that needy ass. If he could, he'd keep teasing Shidou, leave him begging to be fucked, but he can't take it. He's never wanted someone so bad in his life… 

“you’re so rude,” Sae just says, as though it doesn't turn him on. He lines his dick up against the pre-stretched hole. 

“It's–” he continues as he bottoms out inside of that tight hole. He bites out, “--disgusting.”

Shidou practically melts into the bed, letting out a long, sultry groan. 

He's not given time to adjust to the sensation, but he doesn't need it. Sae's dick repeatedly assaults his g-spot and leaves him splattering precum all over the sheets. With every thrust he lets out a moan, muffled by his pillow, and it mixes with the guttural grunts from the man behind him and the slaps of flesh against flesh to create a symphony that reverberates through their room.

Sae settles comfortably over him, littering his back with soft kisses and sharp bites as he hits that sweet spot, wasting his potential offspring on a man like Ryusei, but if they could mix, their future generations would no-doubt have superior traits.

“Fu-uck, yes,” Shidou howls as he spreads his legs further apart, feeling the gratifying pull of his adductor muscles. 

He can feel them both tittering near the edge. Haphazard plunges that fill up his abdomen, burn through his sides and core. Itoshi's dick slides in and out effortlessly now, lubricated by precum, he grabs hold of Shidou's chest and secures himself around it. 

“Ahn- fill me with your babies.” He coaxes breathlessly, the words rolling off of his tongue with desperation.

Sae rests his head on Ryusei's shoulder and groans in his ear, and as he thrusts into the deepest part of his ass, he finally moves a hand down to play with that neglected, throbbing dick. 

They're there, they're both tipping over. That knot in his stomach begins to unwind.

One rough pump is all it takes for Shidou to come, his semen leaking down into Sae's palm. Sae joins him immediately, burying himself to the base. Shidou's spasms squeeze everything out, the hot splurge filling his stomach. If he could get pregnant, he would. 

Still locked together, Sae's sweat drips down his back. He plants one last kiss on Ryusei's cheek. 

“Pull out before I get hard again,” he says. 

“What's the rush?” Sae replies. “I need to make sure you're loaded.” 

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Itoshi Sae has clearly never taken a dick up the ass. Shidou figures it out when they're eating breakfast one morning, all alone, and he complains about the soreness in his knees and back. Sae looks him up and down, a blank expression on his face, before coldly declaring:

“You're not stretching enough after your workouts.” 

“No…” Shidou explains: he's been playing soccer all of his life. As a matter of fact, he's never woken up sore from football, as though the muscles in his body were cultivated for the action of playing alone. Instead, he tells Sae; getting his guts rearranged all night, and then having to crouch over in the shower and fish fistfuls of semen out, has left his whole body sore. 

And then Itoshi Sae shrugs, places his iced americano (with a paper straw rather than a plastic one) on the table, and says: 

“So what? I doubt it's different from any other sort of sex.”

It's those words that spark the buzzer in his brain. He hits it and it shouts ‘virgin! Virgin!’ He throws his head back and laughs, kicking Sae's legs beneath the table. 

“Sae-Chan! Am I seriously the first man you've fucked?” He whistles. “Oh man, I'm honoured ♪”

Itoshi doesn't deny it, he just stirs his coffee around with his straw and watches the ice hit the side of his cup. 

“For your knowledge, I've slept with numerous women.” 

“But never a man…” Shidou beams at the opportunity to poke fun at his companion, who seems to lower his guard when they're all alone. “C'mon- I mean, you're a footballer! Didn't you visit any gay bars in Spain?”

“Do I look like I visit bars?” Sae asks, his expression dimming considerately. 

“Besides,” he mutters defensively, “I was just a kid, and I was busy…”

Shidou sighs and leans back in his chair. 

“Whatever.” Sae shrugs, “if you can't keep up with me, we'll stop.”

How mean, he thinks. He wonders how long Sae can last before giving in to their chemistry and crawling back, desperate for touch. 

“if that's how you want to play ♪ you’d better come prepared for a taste of your own medicine next time.” 

Sae's eyes drop back to the menu, but they've just ordered, and Ryusei knows it's just a way for him to hide his embarrassment. It's not the abrupt ‘no way’ he'd been expecting. 

“Fine,” he mutters. “I will.”

Shidou is gobsmacked, he lifts his eyebrows in surprise. 

“That's the spirit, babe ♪”

Sae growls, he's reached his limit. “watch yourself, Shidou.”

-

It takes Itoshi a week to give up on their supposed ‘break’. He reaches down to touch Shidou while they're making out, before abruptly pulling away, cursing beneath his breath and slamming the bathroom door shut behind himself. 

Shidou gets bored and flips through television channels as he waits for what feels like forever, trying to find one that doesn't require any additional payment. When that door eventually swings back open in reveal, Sae's expression is colder than usual… he's displeased about something. 

Shidou calculates his words. He glances over at those turquoise eyes, unsure of what to expect. Itoshi closes the distance with three quick strides, he's looking down at his companion on the bed so intensely, completely prepared for them to devour each other. He grabs Ryusei's hand, busy twiddling with the two antennas that dangle over his face, and draws it towards his body. Whatever he'd meant to say gets stuck in his throat, and a simple, satisfied hum leaves his lips.  

For someone so reserved from day to day, Itoshi Sae sure is assertive when it comes to touch. Shidou had always thought his companion would hate his pushy nature, but instead, they both seem to have learnt what they need from each other and exactly how to get it. If Sae knows what he wants, he’ll at least make it obvious, and naturally, Shidou will fulfil his wishes. 

“My Devil,” he coos softly into Shidou's ear. They're both wearing the U2 issued sweater and tracksuit, so is to say, they could be looking better. It hides Sae's body and makes him seem smaller than he is, practically tiny in comparison to Shidou. “Make me feel good.”

“Oh, fuck!” Shidou purrs, he's immediately turned on. “You don't have to ask me twice~” 

For once, Shidou gets to take the lead. He pulls his partner into bed, practically pins him to the sheets. He runs his fingers through Sae's hair, scratching his scalp as he pushes the wet bangs back from off of his forehead.

 He litters that perfect face with kisses. Between those furrowed brows, beneath those dark Under Lashes, beside unpierced ears. When he reaches Sae's lips, they lie in wait, sealed into their usual frown.

Shidou leans down again to land a direct kiss. At first the contact is soft, a series of short pecks, but then he feels Sae unseal his mouth. 

Their next exchange is long and sultry. Ryusei polishes unfamiliar molar teeth with his tongue, tipping his head further to the side to accommodate the action. Their noses bump and their chins touch, and every movement is accompanied by a loud, soppy sound.

He slides his hands over Itoshi's thigh, then up his sweater to play with his chest. Two perfect nubs perk up beneath his fingers, and he repeatedly glides over them with his thumb. Sae huffs into his mouth, a short, quiet moan. He breaks away from the kiss and inspects those buds, swollen considerably for the little contact they've gotten. 

Shidou flicks Sae's right nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard on the sensitive flesh, nibbling at it until his partner arches against him. Those hands in his hair guide him to the opposite side and he repeats the motion, still squeezing the right one between his fingers. He looks up to see Sae's crimson face, his lips drawing in shallow breaths and his eyes glazed over. If he could, he'd take a photo so as to remember it forever. He just smiles as he does his best to elicit more desperate voices from the man. 

The bulge in Itoshi's pants grows, Shidou notices as he draws back to admire his handiwork. Two rock hard, tattered nipples rise and fall in unison with their owner's lungs.

 He tugs Sae's waistband down immediately and admires the way his red dick perks up, more honest than its owner could ever be. 

“Looks like someone's happy to see me ♪” Sae answers with a sigh, hiding his face behind his hands. He sheepishly spreads his legs, inviting Shidou to inspect lower. Beneath those firm balls, a pink hole puckers up at him. 

Ryusei growls like a hungry animal at the sight.

“Where's the lube?” He asks as he moves away to file through the closest nightstand. 

“Second drawer down… in the black bag.”

It's the expensive sort, the kind you can rarely ever find, let alone afford. He wonders how long Sae's been keeping it around and decides he'll ask when they're faced with less delicate circumstances. 

As he turns back around, he realises just how prevalent the boner in his own pants has gotten. It creates a tent in his underwear that only throbs harder each time his eyes recapture the sight before him. Sae bites his puffy lower lip, the tension in his expression growing. He's hot and bothered with his back against the pillows and his joggers pooling around one ankle. He's obviously not thrilled with the idea of being submissive, even if it's just the two of them, but clearly, it's also turning him on. Shidou would say he looks even more pent up than usual, his untouched dick already oozing all over his stomach. 

 “Did you stretch?” Shidou asks, but he doesn't have to. 

“No–” Itoshi chokes out, the syllable dying midway through. Discontent with his vulnerability, he clears his throat and continues: “You, think of it as a reward for your behaviour today…”

Ryusei still gets whiplash every time that forbidding, frigid striker sweet-talks him.

“Shit, Sae–” he drops the honorific, drooling already and crawls back over the bed. They both readjust momentarily, the shorter man lowering his hips to fully expose his opening.

He warms the lube between his fingers, stabilises Sae's body against his own and finally lowers his hand down towards that promised land. He whispers a warning as he circles the tight ring, Itoshi prepares himself with a deep inhale and wraps his arm around Ryusei's neck. 

Shidou middle finger slides in smoothly, swallowed up down to the third knuckle. He thrusts it in and out a couple of times, his skills rusty after a year of abstinence. The next to enter is his ring finger, and he immediately feels the tight suction squeeze them together. He can't help but chuckle in Sae's ear, satisfied by the concept of the next football prodigy squirming around his hand. He readjusts against his companion, who's dick twitches when it's grazed, it stains his blue U2 pants. 

He curls his fingers towards that golden erogenous zone, deep inside of Sae's soft ass, completely aware of its sensitivity and immediately feels himself get crushed by the increasing pressure. His companion's leg jolts up, his toes clenching the air and he gasps into Shidou's ear. 

Shidou repeats the motion and feels Itoshi's breath distort completely, unfamiliar with the sensation. He laps a streak up Sae's neck and continues his intense assault until his partner arches off of the bed. He instinctively grinds up before coming to an abrupt halt.

Absolutely throbbing, just the friction of his cock against Ryusei's body is enough to send him over the edge. He lets out an earnest, raw groan and twitches against the bed as he splatters his load all over them both. He convulses once or twice, his thighs tensing around Shidou's hand and lets out a sob when the lack of stimulation leading up to his orgasm leaves him desperate.

He catches his breath as Shidou stills above him. Feeling those spasms convulse around his fingers, he uses his other hand to cautiously rubs Sae's twitching dick. It leaks one final drop of cum.

“You alright?” He asks, resting his forehead against Sae's.

 Sae bites back, “don’t- don't baby me,” but he's not. He just doesn't know quite how else to articulate the words ‘we can stop here if you've had enough’.

“Ah, shit…” Sae sighs, shutting his eyes as he comes down from the high. Ryusei grins at him. 

“♪ Did that feel good, Sae chan?”

Sae purses his lips and glances back up, those sharp irises of his piercing through Shidou's own magenta pair. It's like he's trying to open up, to make himself vulnerable, but he's not able to. They're not at that point yet.

Rather than verbalise, he pulls them both back to the scene before his dream bursts.

Sae leans back and uses his foot to massage Shidou's dick through the cotton pants, his eyes still full of lust, and Shidou pounces on him. 

They exchange another hot make out session which ends when he feels that spent cock twitch against his own, rehardening quickly. 

Sae unsheathes the man above him and realigns them, so that Shidou's tip can feel his ass pucker against it. He tries not to look, but he can't help the odd mixture of fear and anticipation which eats away at him. It's big, bigger than his own. A darker shade of brown than the rest of Shidou's tanned body and the veins protrude from beneath thin skin. It must be about six fingers thick, and it's ready to stretch him open, slicked up by precum rather than more lube. 

They lock eyes, Shidou's ones asking a question to which Sae's hold the answer, and when it's apparent that they're on the same page, he allows himself to thrust in and bury himself to the base. 

“Fuck, you feel good~” he groans.  

Sae can feel it filling him up, the massive cock which only continues to swell as it reaches that sweet release. 

Shidou groans as he repeats the motion, his hot breath fanning over Sae's face. Sae bites and sucks onto his neck, leaving new, deeper bruises. 

That warm hole slowly stretches in accomodation, eating Shidou up. Sae thinks he can feel it hit the junction to his stomach at its deepest. On its way in and out, it rubs his g-spot raw and the sensation drives him crazy. He locks his legs around the man fucking him mercilessly and muffles his moans in the collar of his shirt. 

Shidou speeds up, his tall frame too fast for Sae to catch, and they're both teetering on the edge. They pull at either end of the knot and both come undone in a symphony of guttural groans and wet squelches, and Shidou uses his thumb to rub the tip of Sae's cock as the warmth of his semen loads up that well-stretched ass. 

Still spasming, Shidou pulls out and collapses over his companion, exhausted and spent, and their bodies vibrate with heat as they catch their breath. 

They end up covered in a sticky mess and completely spent, muttering something to each other about a well-needed shower. 

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Shidou doesn't know how he's wound up back in this situation– no, scrap that, he does, but he doesn't know how he's allowed it to happen. Three cement cell walls cave in around him and the only thing he can see is the strip of light illuminating beneath the titanium door. 

It feels like he's been in here forever, swallowed up by the darkness. The only thing he can hear is the low vibration coming from the toy in his pants, the one he forgets about every few minutes, before it riles up again and the cycle repeats itself. 

“Fucking fuckity fuck! Shit- Sae, it's not fucking funny anymore!… I've already cum, honestly– I'm… fuck.” They've been waiting all day to use this room, which was practically designed for them. How they even found this getaway is a mystery, it might as well be advertised as a dungeon. One slip of his hand, one unnecessary comment is all it had taken at the end for their joint resistance to crumble, their libido's getting the best of them, but Shidou is far beyond that now. 

Fuck, the vibrations dial up in intensity and drive him insane. The warmth of his breath radiates within the mask that covers his lips and nose.

His legs are secured together, his dick trapped in-between them. It's suffocating inside of his pants, hard and begging for some extra friction. His torso is tied down and his arms cuffed at his sides. When he tries to yank himself free he feels the tight belt holding back his ankles. 

“Hey, Sae chan ♪ let's just go get some dinner, yeah?” he attempts to bluff, but when his circumstances don't change, he snaps again. 

“Dammit- I'm gonna tear you a new hole when we're done here!” 

he sighs, drooping as he feels another wave of energy pass, He lets out a low whimper as his body goes slack. He doesn't know how many orgasms he's had since he was tied up, but it doesn't matter, none of them were satisfying in the slightest. Half of them ought to have been dry.

The vibrator charges back up again, sending electricity through his spine. 

The door finally unlocks and he watches Itoshi Sae's sharply-dressed figure enter the room, those features sinking into the darkness. Sae judges his companion with his head raised and his arms crossed over his chest, tutting. When he reaches Shidou he unlatches that mask and replaces the cool plastic with his soft palm. 

Shidou tries not to lean into the warmth, he's angry and frustrated and he won't let Sae know how desperate he is to be touched until he's asked.

As he snarls out like some caged animal, his spit dribbles down onto the floor. The vibrations settle.

“I expected more of you, Shidou Ryusei,” Sae whispers. “But I guess you're still a monster at the end of the day.” 

Shidou growls. 

Sae wipes the saliva off of his partner's chin before pressing his thumb into that plump bottom-lip. 

“well then, are you going to beg me to touch you?” 

Shidou laughs, his voice filled with desperation. “Do you think I can't? God- Sae, I've been hard for hours ♪” 

He tries to create more friction in his pants, but the belt buckles just tear through his skin. 

Sae hums in amusement. His tone drops from assertive to sultry. 

“If you'll let me, I'll use you, my demon.” 

Another frustrated cry breaks free from his lips.

“Fuck, I've already told you that you can!” 

Sae grins as he closes the distance, controlling their wet kiss until he deems it enough. Ryusei leans forward in search of that addictive sensation, but as far as he can get, he doesn't manage. 

The vibrator charges up again and he groans. 

Itoshi lowers his hand to unzip Shidou's pants and cup his throbbing penis, so warm in comparison to the rest of his body and soaking wet from a mixture of sweat and precome. It immediately inflates to its natural size. 

That tied body writhes beneath his palm.

Sae begins to pump. He tugs Ryusei’s dick roughly and revels in the low grunts that accompany the motion. When he increases the speed of his hand, his companion's toes scrape against the frame they're tied to.

 From the tip to the base, he spreads the sloppy build-up until it begins to drip, with loud, wet plaps. 

“Sae– wait,” he cries out and then he's coming, the semen spurts out and stains the front of Itoshi's suit.

“Fu-uck,” that rough hand squeezes the last few drops out.

The vibrator dies down and all that's left to fill the room is the sound of his heavy, deepset breaths. Sae turns it off completely and yanks it out of Ryusei's ass. He's caught off guard by the sudden feeling of emptiness which overtakes him. 

A moment or so passes, of Sae twiddling his nipples through the fabric of his restraining shirt and sucking deep, purple bruises into his neck. Shidou tastes salty, the smell of sex feels suffocating in their little chamber. His post-orgasm sensitivity is getting the best of him but it doesn't seem like his partner is bothered. 

Sae grabs him by the head and pushes his face back up, so that their intense eyes lock as he grabs that still quivering dick and runs his hands down it.

Those sharp, magenta irises gloss over as his cock fills up again. 

“Ngh–” he tries to yank himself away, but it's no use, he's trapped. Sae is jerking him off again, just as roughly as last time. His gushing cock sends scalding sensations up his abdomen and down into his thighs, which flood through his nervous system and reach the far ends of his limbs.

Itoshi's fingers feel like pin pricks against his overheating body, until he can't take it anymore. The tears begin to gush down his cheeks as the already released knot in his stomach gets pulled apart into thinner threads, all threatening to break.

Sae wraps himself around Shidou's tall frame and trails a line of kisses over his partner's wet cheek. 

“Good boy… good boy,” he coos as Ryusei sobs into his shoulder. “You're nearly there.” 

Shidou erupts one final time, biting into his partner's collar as he does so, and it finally feels like all of the tension he'd been left with when he was locked up has disappeared. His warm, sticky semen ropes their bodies together. 

Sae lets go of Ryusei's dick immediately and watches it continue to convulse, along with the rest of his spent, tied-up body. He runs his hand through his companions' hair, soothing him as he begins to release the firm belts. When the taller man collapses on his shoulder, he does them both a favour by carrying him into the bathroom. 

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“Nice goal, Boy Genius,” Aiku Oliver smacks Sae over the shoulder as he praises him, but it doesn't change the sour expression on his face. 

“It doesn't mean anything if you guys can't lift your weight…” 

“Whoah, hey–” Oliver defensively raises his arms. “We were backing you up the whole time, that's what we're supposed to do.”

“Don't care,” Sae replies. He hadn't meant to start a discussion, he's just stating the facts. It's becoming more obvious by the day that getting the last word in against these Defenders is practically impossible. He's sitting on the bench in front of his locker, peeling a band of neon-blue sports tape off of his thigh and he's ignoring whatever else that unkempt nineteen year old has to say. 

They're all in the changing room, post training. It reeks of sweat and testosterone, and no matter how spacious the benches make it seem, in the end everyone still bumps shoulders when they're trying to get changed. 

Shidou makes his way over from the communal laundry basket, but when he ends up elbowing each of the U-20 members in his path, it's quite obviously on purpose. 

“Hey!” Sendo Shuto pipes up, he's the prime target of whatever that troublemaker is trying to do, and for good reason, he's the smallest on their team. “Fucking watch it, asshole–”

Sae leans back against the wall as he watches the same scene unfold for the fourth day running. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't entertaining, but nobody needs to know that– their antics don't deserve his time of day. 

Sendo always pulls the same shit: he tries to yank Shidou down by the collar, or by his towel or whatever he happens to have wrapped around his neck. Then Shidou, blessed with being both taller and stronger, overpowers him with that evil grin still etched across his face. 

Oliver breaks it up again, blabbering about teamwork as he hauls Itoshi Sae's weird plus-one into the washroom. He shouts something that's muffled by the wall and steps back out while wiping his hands of the situation both metaphorically and physically… in one final attempt, Shidou's leg barely misses his head, but everybody seems unphased by the motion. 

“Hey, number Ten, go sort out your pest.” Oliver points his thumb towards the communal shower. Sae supposes that it is his duty after all, to tame this monster he's invited onto the team. He stands up with a sigh, tosses his dirty uniform into the laundry bin and disappears with a dissatisfied ‘hmph’. 

“Alright boys,” their team captain orders once Sae has turned the corner. “Group meeting, right now. Don't pull that face, number Eleven, you're both on the bench again tomorrow morning!”

-

Ryusei is standing beneath the water flow, with his head raised towards the ceiling and his eyes shut. He's clearly satisfied with himself, happy to have caused a scene and disrupted yet another day of practice. He's smiling even before he hears his companion stomp across the wet floor. 

“they're considering just permanently benching you at this point,” Sae says, matter of fact-ly. 

“Don't care,” he answers. Sae rolls his eyes at that sorry imitation job. 

“I mean, c’mon–” he drags out the last syllable and finally turns around. “I've never been so bored in my life! I'd rather bench than play with those fucking lackeys again.” 

His wet hair has since fallen to cover his face, framing his demonic features. Those sharp eyes track Sae and he licks his lips when he catches his prey, looking him up and down. 

Sae unwraps the towel from around his hips and joins Shidou beneath the downpour. He's not afraid of this man, who stands a whole foot taller than him and he's not getting anywhere trying to scold him from across the room– not that he's truly bothered… he doesn't need Shidou to play. 

“if that's the path you've settled on taking,” Sae shuts his eyes as he runs his hand through his hair, getting rid of the sweat and gel before it ruins his roots. “Don't let me interfere, I guess.”

Shidou isn't even trying to hide the way his eyes gloss over his companion's ass. 

“stop it.” 

“♪ Stop what, Sae-chan?” Ryusei asks, suddenly so close that it sends chills up his spine, and he realises, he's not really sure. 

Just behind that wall, his captain and teammates are busy plotting. They have ten minutes at the most to themselves, until it'll seem odd that they haven't reappeared. If anything, given Shidou's recent outburst, it's unlikely anyone will step foot near the place until he's done. 

Sae lets out a sigh as he leans back against Shidou’s frame, giving in to his instinctive desires. 

Ryusei laughs, surprised but also impressed. He runs his soapy hands down Sae's torso, massaging those sore muscles and digging his fingers into that pale skin. 

“You've been getting naughty lately,” he purrs, their blood running hot. 

“Whose fault is that?” Sae grumbles.

“Yeah yeah, well I'm not complaining~”

Shidou presses forward. Flesh against flesh and Itoshi tries to hide his expression. He can feel those sharp nails move across his abs, entangled in his happy trail and crawling lower. He can feel that long tongue entering the crevice behind his ear. He won't lose composure, he won't…

Ryusei reaches his dick and he lets out a weak gasp, too weak for him and he bites his lips in disgrace of himself as the man behind him laughs at his misfortune. 

“Are we doing this for real?” Shidou asks, as though they can stop now. As if he can't feel that hard cock pulsating against his back… Like either of them have a chance at recovering from the state they've got each other in, while keeping their hands to themselves until they get back to their room. 

“Why?” Sae whispers back to him, their faces so close that they might as well be mixing saliva. “Are you chickening out on me, little devil?” 

“Fuck no! As if… I'd knock the life outta you here and now if I didn't know any better, I don't care less who's watching–”

It seems to have turned him on, Sae thinks as he rotates to face his companion. That tanned complexion, those riveting muscles, his dick which now stands proudly between his legs. 

“Don't get ahead of yourself,” he mutters before reaching up to grab that head of bleached hair, pulling it down so that they see the world eye-to-eye. He's the boss and he makes the rules, and he's the only one who's gonna leave this room satisfied. 

Shidou blows a gust of warm air against his face before moaning into his collar, grinning so widely that his gums show above his teeth– And that's what gets to him. If he knows where he stands in regards to the man, why does he feel so inferior when he feels that fuzzy feeling fill up his chest and that little knot in his stomach pull tighter at his insides. 

He grips Sae by the hips as he kneels down before him, happily obeying before this man whom he's grown so fond of even gives him his orders. 

Sae feels Ryusei's nose sink into the velvet hair above his crotch, nuzzling against that soft skin with another low groan. He can feel his senses spreading thin, trying to concentrate on their surroundings, trying to hear for footsteps through the door all the while controlling his own reactions. Still, the moment Shidou's lips touch him directly, his mind goes blank. 

He kisses the tip of Itoshi's cock before licking a trail up from the base, and when he's fully content with the size of it, he rests it in his mouth and sucks down hard. Sae's knees give out immediately and he leans on Shidou's shoulders for balance. He can hear those wet lips moving even beneath the wasted shower water, can feel his own shallow breaths and grunts getting washed away into the drains. 

Shidou lets out a satisfied hum that vibrates through the dick in his mouth and down into those shaking thighs, forever sensitive, it seems. He supposes he's just that good, his head rocking back and forth and his tongue swirling endlessly over the veins as they throb in his throat. He knows what he wants, and he knows who the people are that he needs to impress. If anyone were to enter this room, it would just prove to them that Itoshi Sae is his and if word got out, the whole world would know. Just the thought of that happening turns him on, and mixed with the flavour of Sae's precum in his mouth, he might as well already be at his climax. 

He pulls off of his companion with a ‘pop’ and grins up lazily, his hand massaging that soft inner thigh which he wants so badly to bite into and mark as his own. Sae's eyes meet his, covered by wet Magenta bangs and so desperate that even a professional can't hide it. With lips slightly parted and a chest which rises and falls more rapidly than a soccer game could ever have it, Sae moves his hand up to push the pair of antennas behind Shidou's ear in a gentle display of affection that feels like the last bit of water to hit his dam before it overflows. 

Shidou grabs Sae by the ass and thrusts that dick eagerly down his throat. 

“ngh–” he moans before clapping a hand around his mouth, sealing in the sounds that Shidou wishes so badly he could hear. He instinctively buries himself deeply in that warm, wet hole, Shidou's drool splattering against the tiled floor every time he pulls himself out. 

Finally, he whimpers as he holds Shidou's face down, forcing him to swallow the thick, long ropes of semen that shoot through his oesophagus. Shidou hums around that painful sensation as he jerks himself to the edge and comes into his own hand. 

When Sae detangles his hands from Shidou's fine hair, he pulls himself off with a gasp, both of their bodies shaking. He grins as he clambers his way back up into a standing position, wiping his palm across his companions body. His knees click.

Their little rendezvous leaves Shidou completely knackered. Leaning on the shorter man's body, he softly whispers, “wash my back, Sae-chan ♪”

And Sae, to both of their surprises, quietly complies. Then, as though not completely satisfied, he even kneads a handful of shampoo into Ryusei's head, watching as the silky strands running through his fingers fade from bleached blonde to pink. 

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Just in time to watch Sae skim the conditioner out of his taller plus-one’s hair, Oliver Aiku strides into the shower room, and behind him appears his team, probably dead afraid of going first. 

Sae tugs Shidou's head back to get a better grip on his hair and he lets out an exaggerated moan. Sae immediately growls: “Next time you do that, I'm sending you back to blue lock.”

Unphased by the threat, Shidou laughs wholeheartedly, his head relaxing fully back so that Sae is the only thing still supporting it. 

“As-fucking-if! I'd like to see you guys win without me, you'd be totally fucked ♪.”

The team come to a sudden halt near the entryway, completely perplexed. If they hadn't seen it themselves, they'd probably never believe it to be true-- For the most hostile striker in Japan to have been completely tamed by the likes of Itoshi Sae, who hasn't given a rats ass about anyone else since his football career began?

 Oliver whistles.

“Well, well, well, if it isn't the match made in heaven: two fucking shower hogs.”

As if in sync, Shidou and Sae both shoot death threats across the room. 

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Shidou Ryusei's body is absolutely leaking with joy. 

His crooked frame trembles, overheating and utterly wrecked by now as his companion wipes the cold sweat off of his face. 

“Keep going,” he insists, but his voice says otherwise. Sae smirks at his unwavering determination, motivated by greed and desire.  

“Not yet,” Sae answers. His body supports Ryusei's tall, crooked frame from behind. His legs securing those thicker, darker ones open and his arms caressing the rolls of his stomach, which fold as he breathes like a man desperate for air. 

Sae loves it, he loves being the poison which courses through his partner's veins, loves being the one to bear the only blade which can cut down the thread keeping him hanging shortly above that complete and utter satisfaction which rises like a tide to tickle the tips of his feet. 

“Ugh–” Shidou's head hangs weakly over Sae's shoulder, and Sae pushes back his sticky antennas, plants another kiss onto his cheek. 

When he trails his hands back up those muscular thighs, the hairs stand up beneath his fingertips, goosebumps forming.

 Shidou's dick is already brimming, completely solid from being played with for the utmost of an hour. He's been teetering back and forth on the edge of orgasm, never quite allowed to pass that line. 

He whimpers when Sae's cold palm caresses him again, squeezing the base of his cock. “Sae-chan ♪ fuuuck.”

He can feel the tension building up in his lower abdomen as he tenses his muscles over and over again. 

Sae bites down on his earlobe. “You like that? You monster,” he growls.

 It's the lowest he's seen this man, utterly wrecked. 

He runs his thumb up the veins protruding on the underside of that dick, feels it leap in his grasp, triggered by the faintest of touches. 

“Yes- fuck, I love it~” Shidou gets out between grunts and huffs of air. It fills Sae with his own satisfied sensation, knowing they're the only ones to understand each other's wavelengths. 

Shidou tries to thrust up into his hand, but he halts completely, squeezing down hard again. “No, not yet. Control yourself.” 

“aghnn–” his companion whines, and Sae thinks, Shidou's never been good at self-discipline, that's why he's here.

“Are you ready?” He asks. Shidou just sighs, whimpering beneath his breath. He knows it's not happening, knows he won't be coming yet and there's nothing he can do to change that. 

Sae's pumps speed up, the loud faps ringing through their room. Ryusei's calloused hands grab his thighs, digging into his pale skin… and he knows what he's doing, he knows how far he can take it before his companion overflows but he warns again anyway. 

“Don't you dare,” he mutters. Don't give in, don't disobey me. 

“Sae–” that name rolls off of Shidou's tongue with great effort. “Sae, no- fuck, sae!” 

He chokes back a cry, I'm coming, I'm… 

Itoshi's let's go completely, that abandoned cock throbbing in the air. Shidou's glutes spasm again, the muscles in his whole body tensing under the immense pressure of another halted orgasm. He leaks just a bit, the precome dripping down onto the ground, going to waste. 

“Very good,” Sae praises, littering precious kisses across his partner's neck and jaw. That's the fifth time he's managed to delay Ryusei's inevitable explosion, every round seeming shorter than the last, but effective all the same. Only he can know how many are left, but he's making it up as he goes along. 

That body weighing down his own still shakes, torn between ecstasy and torment.

Sae wraps his hand around Shidou's own, in a tender moment they won't speak of when this is over, and brings it up so that they can both feel the fast palpitations of his heart. 

He begins again, slow and steady. Polishes the tip of that deep red cock and as Shidou flinches away, he grinds against Itoshi's own solid penis, seething in pain. 

Sae winds his arm around his companion's torso, anchoring them together and effectively re-taking charge. He stretches his legs and in turn, Shidou's own, until he can feel both of their hamstrings stretch. 

“One more time?” He asks, as though they both don't already know that Ryusei's answer won't change anything. 

“Y-yeah right,” he bites out, the frustration settling in, but before he can even wrap his head around what else he's going to say, Sae tugs on that dick and it all becomes a blur. 

His stomach stirs as that fist moves in a circular motion, up and down rhythmically, milking his whole body for a reaction. He can see the stars forming behind his glossy eyes and feel the groans forming in his throat. 

As Sae bites down on that tender spot in his companion's neck, he feels his body loosen again, reaching orgasm, but it never comes. 

“No, no, no, no, no–” Shidou's voice cracks as that familiar disappointment draws the tears straight out of his eyes. His spine curls away from Sae's chest, his toes stretching apart with quiet crackles. 

“You fucker–” Sae tears himself away from the warmth, standing back up and stepping forward to get a better view of the man at his feet. “Fuck! Sae-chan, don't do this to me–”

He can't help but grin, his victory as clear as day. Shidou lays out of breath, his skin red and sweaty, his eyes wet and his cock throbbing as it leaks out against his stomach. 

“Please… Sae,” it's such an odd word to hear from his companion's mouth, completely deprived of playfulness, that he's not sure how he should react. He bends back down and litters that soppy face with kisses. 

“Fine. Fair enough, my Demon,” he says as he lowers further, liking his way down Shidou's torso, which seems to have bypassed sensitivity and gone partially numb. 

Ryusei answers with a low moan, entangling his hands in that head of magenta hair and placing his legs on his partner's shoulders.

Sae supposes it's over, he's gone far enough for the both of them to come out satisfied. All he has to do is wrap his warm lips around that cock before Shidou comes in his mouth with a series of exasperated gasps, that solid body quivering around him. 

He sucks down the saturated ropes of semen, licks his lips and rises back up to caress the man he's afraid to call his lover. 

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Sae's on the phone, talking to one of his numerous managers and sounding as enthusiastic as a bug on a windy day– so, not taking flight and in fact, perhaps even boring his body further into the ground. 

He's dressed in a pair of bougie, cross-hatched, button down pyjamas. 

It's one of those times that make Shidou wonder if he thinks this whole world belongs to him, because he's sprawled out lengthways across their couch and he'd pressed the mute button on the television when he first sat down. The answer is undoubtedly yes, just like any good sportsman. 

Ryusei had since stood up to find himself something to eat. He stuffs his hand into the half-a-kilo of salted peanuts that Sae keeps on the coffee counter, the scarcity in actual snacks suddenly becoming a bit too apparent. 

He leans on the wall beside their makeshift kitchen and watches the next prodigy of Japan try to fix his hair without a mirror, readjust against the chair arm, inspect his nails for dirt and finally scan over the room, their eyes quickly locking. 

Shidou pops another peanut past his lips, his drawn eyebrows making his judgement more than clear– relaying to Sae: ‘you'll hear my complaints the moment you hang up’ or ‘you fucker, next time you mute the television in the middle of a Creature Feature, I'll dropkick your balls’. 

Sae's usual deadpan calls his bluff, and they both know why– Because all it takes is a flick of the wrist to have him running back like a dog with a ball.

Itoshi promptly motions him over with three quick gestures: A wag of his hooked index finger, ‘come,’ a vertical extension of the finger over his lips - ‘be quiet’ and a downward gesture - ‘sit.’

Shidou obeys, closing the distance. He sits at the other side, his big frame unsuitable for such a narrow space. Sae uses him as a footrest. 

His phone conversation continues. A series of bland ‘OK’s as he stares his partner down. ‘Whatever’ is what he'd say to anyone face-to-face, but it seems he finds it harder to do that from far away. Shidou glances around, officially bored, he licks his lips and looks Sae down, giving him that cat-like stare which spells trouble. He pushes those pale legs down, but they promptly return.

Shidou is wearing his own pair of pyjamas, but in comparison to Itoshi's, they can't do anyone justice. They barely cover half of his thighs and the shirt pulls thinly over his shoulders. He's got an old scar on his leg from when he slipped as a child and Sae, as though only now realising it existed, pushes his shorts up to get a better look. Just that stimulation is enough to get his blood flowing and results in a sultry groan low enough to be missed by anyone paying less-well attention, but it's very much deliberate. 

Sae rolls his eyes, he's not opposed to the idea. He twines his toes further up, exposing Ryusei's left asscheek and convicting him of the usual scandal– no underwear beneath his clothes. Shidou leans back against the chair arm, entangling his body with that one on the other side of the couch, which radiates a pleasant warmth. 

Sae answers with another nonchalant “get to the point, Hiroshi-” which makes Shidou grin and laugh impishly. He runs his hand over that clothed shin, the muscles tensing beneath his hand. 

Sae kicks him away, so he tries again, pushes his foot into the hem of those cross-hatched trousers. 

‘I want you ♪,’ he mouths.

‘Fuck off-’ Sae mouths back, flipping him off. Then reconsidering, or perhaps acknowledging what it entails to leave Shidou to his own devices, he throws forward a bone.

Sae Itoshi runs his toes over the prominent outline of Shidou's dick and feels it twitch underneath his touch. He immediately spreads his legs wider, exposing himself immodestly to the world, and Sae feels the boner beneath his foot grow to fill that skimpy pair of pants until it hangs out the side. 

“Yeah, that's the stuff ♪” he utters beneath his breath, wiping his face down with the hem of his shirtsleeve. Sae's delicate toes press against the sensitive tip of his cock, roll downward. 

"You want me to come out to Kyoto for some five minutes on the field?” Sae asks the man on the phone, before blocking the speaker and shooting Shidou an ‘are you seeing this?’ look. 

Shidou replies with a wag of his brows and a thumb that points down at his dick, a disrespectful ‘get to work’ that isn't vulgar enough to slip through his lips. 

“Hang on, let me discuss this with my Associate…” Sae says, puts the phone on speaker, silences it and tosses it onto the coffee table.  

“Associate, huh?” Shidou purrs as he stalks his companion on the opposite side of the couch, getting ready to pounce. When he does, he gets thrown back, tackled down by the chest. 

“For the sake of proficiency, It's enough, but it's not exactly accurate…” 

“you're totally right ♪ if I was you i'd go with the term ally… comrade, accomplice maybe–” 

“--Nuisance?–”

“-- ♪ Mate, perhaps? ” 

Sae's knees tether Ryusei to the couch, his hands slipping past the rim of those shorts and grabbing his erection. 

“sae-chan, I liked your feet better~”

“Gross,” deep emerald eyes glare down at him, heated. 

‘Hello?’ calls the deep voice from the speakerphone. 

Shidou's head flicks away from his captor. 

“What's up with th– ngh” his focus darts back to their current concern when Sae's fingers tug him forward roughly. 

“Don't worry about that,” Sae whispers into his ear. “I wanna see how long it takes him to hang up.”

Shidou laughs out beneath him and it sends butterflies up his stomach, a sweet, pleasant tingle of the sort he's unaccustomed to feeling. 

“You're so hot,” he murmurs. “I'll even forgive you for ruining my fucking movie…”

Sae furrows his brows, squeezes his partner's lips between his fingers. 

“Can you focus for one moment?” he growls out but Shidou just revels in his frustration. Perhaps to call them butterflies would be as imprecise as calling Shidou a simple associate… It's been awhile since he really felt something as strongly towards someone as he does anything towards this man, whether that be irritation or a longing to devour whole. 

Ryusei swallows him up into a kiss and their conversation halts completely. That rough, dry hand begins to jerk him off again and he realises… he'd forgotten to lotion up after his last match. 

He hits that sweet spot on Shidou's dick, the bundle of nerves right below his tip, and this time it sends a surge of pleasure up his spine. He moans into the kiss, exposing his neck and his companion takes the chance to lean down, bite into his Adam's apple.

“Oh, that's goo-od,” Ryusei groans, his eyes brimming with pleasure. He makes Sae want to give it to him, to show him what pure bliss feels like, as though they both don't already know. 

Sae has perfected this technique, he knows what gets his companion riled up and what brings him to the edge.

‘hello, Itoshi?’

Saying they're not bothered would be an understatement, Shidou can barely think for himself. His muscular thighs lift up, even while supporting Sae, his hamstrings tensing and his breaths becoming short. 

“Finally,” Itoshi grins, it feels like a golden medal, like a goal in Extra time. 

“Ohh yeah, that's it ♪–” Sae rests his hand on the armrest above Shidou's head, readjusting to hasten his grip and Shidou claws into his side as he feels the anticipation of an orgasm overtake him. 

“Fuck!” he moans out as he rides the wave of pleasure, grinding into Sae one last time and coating his fingers with threads of sticky cum. 

He catches his breath as Sae leans away, reaching for his phone with his clean hand.

“Hello?” He finally replies to his manager, sounding nearly unphased. 

“right,” he nods along, rolling his eyes. Shidou is eyeing him like a starving animal, but he's just been fed and he's stupid to expect more just because his partner has gotten an erection. Sae stuffs that sullied hand of his past those thirsty lips and they eagerly lap up the mess.

“No,” he states dryly into the microphone. “don't bother, I'm not interested in being your one trick-pony.”

He hangs up without further notice. 

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Shidou Ryusei squirms against the wooden table that he's bent over, Sae's saliva already dripping past the rim of his ass, creating a puddle where it drips down from his tense pair of balls to land on the tiled floor. He won't stop with his praises for Sae, which seems to fill the room between moans and wet, sultry sounds. His neck is on full display, along with the outline of his shoulder muscles and the dip of his waist. His ass always perks up attractively, seducing Sae directly and drawing him further in like some sort of honey-trap. The strawberry-flavoured lube that Sae laps up is telling of how much he'd prepared in advance, how aware he is from the start. 

Sae draws away and takes a moment to admire his handiwork. A plump, rosy hole puckers up at him, glistening as it reflects the light. A huge, golden brown dick throbs, hitting the cool base of the table every time it re-slacks between those meaty thighs. Those perfect asscheeks, imprinted a deep red by his hands, shake from side-to-side, enticing him directly. 

“Fuck, Sae–” Shidou growls out when he gets sick of waiting and Sae smirks because he's aware, he's doing this on purpose and he loves the way that Shidou drops his endearing honorific whenever he grows too impatient for his own good. 

Sae squeezes his partner's dick and revels in the seethe it arouses on his lips, silencing him immediately. Still, Shidou doesn't have to ask twice… Sae lines himself up with that stretched out hole, then the moment his tip breaks through the ring, he's immediately swallowed up by the warmth.

 They both groan at the sensation. 

Sae never starts off slow. He knows what his companion wants and he's not opposed to giving it to him straight away, perhaps because it matches his own interests. He buries himself to the base and revels in the sounds that Shidou's tongue produces. 

His hands, originally squeezing the small of Ryusei's waist, climb up to grasp his chest and pull back the firm muscles that line his shoulders and spine. That larger man groans at the stretch of his torso as he is pulled backwards, no doubt feeling the tension deeper in his stomach now that Sae can reach further in.

As he fucks back and forth into Shidou, their bodies repeatedly meet, the sound of flesh against flesh creating a symphony with the erratic grunts and moans. 

“Shit- Fuck, Sae-chan, I love it when you're rough! ♡” 

Sae shuts his eyes as he feels the pleasure coarse through his veins. He lets Shidou rest against the table again, just shortly before running his hand through that head of soft blonde hair, the darker roots beginning to show again and the pink ends sticking out between his fingers. Shidou immediately moans, much deeper than the rest, the sound a more guttural one, of genuine ecstasy. 

Damnit, he thinks but would never say. He's never been this attracted to someone, never been so turned on by the concept of fucking anyone through. He pulls on those thick strands of hair and revels in the way that Shidou's neck is pulled back, his tongue rolling out between his lips and the ball bobbing up and down in his throat with broken groans that can't fit through. 

His dick pulsates, stimulated by that warm, wet hole that eats him up fully. Still, he wants more. Pulling Shidou up by the hair, he uses his free hand to grip his companion's leg and lift it to the side of his body. 

Leaning on the edge of the table, off balance and with muscles activated throughout his whole body, Shidou whimpers with pleasure. 

“Ah, fuck, sae–” he reaches towards Itoshi's torso, pulling him in, locking them together and as his companion pulls that blonde mop off of his face, he leans back to clench desperately at Sae's own magenta locks, those sharp nails clawing into his scalp. 

Sae hugs that solid body against his own, his core clenching as he cums with one last groan. He can feel the space which he squeezes, in Shidou's lower abdomen fill up, throbbing beneath his touch. 

Finally, he lets go of his partner's head and lowers his hand to that neglected cock, pumping it until he can feel Shidou's ass pulse around him. With a loud, wet moan of his name, Shidou squirts his load across the table.

“Fuck that was hot,” he mutters as they both lean forward onto the wooden surface, not yet separating. They catch their breaths, the pleasure washing over them. 

“Yeah,” he mutters just barely. “It was.”

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The party is loud, it's packed and Sae can't seem to catch a break. He's never regretted something quite like he regrets attending soccer after-parties, and he somehow regrets it more each time. He leans over the counter, trying not to make eye contact with anyone on the main stage, because he knows that if he does he'll be called up to make a speech or something equally as bad. 

When his phone vibrates, it might be the first time in his life that he's actually been relieved to answer. Anything but this, he thinks, but that's not necessarily true. He steps out into the hallway with a brilliant excuse to be standing all alone, holding his device up to his ear, nobody will dare to bother him. 

Nobody except the man on the other side of the receiver, of course, but that's a given. 

“Sae-chan, I can't believe you picked up ♪” 

He huffs into the microphone. 

“so, where you at? You fucker, you said you'd be back early…” 

Sae smirks, because he can, because Shidou has no way of knowing.

 “I did?” 

“Yeah, and now I'm fucking hard and you're not here to jerk me off.” 

“Okay,” Sae says, sounding unbothered, but he'd rather be there than here and it's pissing him off. 

Shidou groans into the microphone and Sae feels it run down his own throat, down into his groin. 

“What do you want me to do about that?”

“well, if you were here-”

“I'm not…”

“But imagine you were, Sae ♪”

Sae sighs again, drawing back from the wall. He glances around until he finds a bathroom sign, then locks himself in that empty room and thanks god that this place is fancy enough to have private toilet suites. He knows where Shidou is going with this, and he's not even surprised. 

“I heard the door lock, you're not sneaky enough ♪”

“I wasn't trying to be…” 

“God, your voice is so hot~” 

Sae goes slack against the door, those compliments going straight down to his dick. He can feel his boner growing to fill his tight, tweel suit-pants. 

“You should invite me next time, I'll keep you company,” Ryusei growls. “I could join you in the bathroom, I'd go down on you then and there.” 

There's really no need for this, Sae thinks. He doesn't need that sweet talk, he doesn't like to roleplay… So why is he getting so wrapped up in it that he's forgetting where he is? 

“I'd never bring you… you'd make a fool of yourself,” Itoshi says, but that's not true. If he could turn back time, he'd definitely bring Shidou along, that way they could waste time together. 

That way he'd be feeling something other than his own hand pulling his firm dick out of his pants, and he'd have someone else to focus on, something better than the tension in his abdomen. 

“Agh, Sae-Chan, what are you doing right now?” Sae bites down on his lower lip, silenced by the embarrassment. 

“Because I'm, fuck- I've been jerking off to your clothes for at least an hour now.” 

His clothes? Probably the pair of pyjamas he'd tossed over his bed before he left earlier. He can imagine it, Shidou's body writhing against the fabric, his distinct smell staining them and mixing with Sae's own. 

“And I'm really close to spilling my load all- ngh– everywhere,” 

“Shit– you monster.” Sae huffs, thrusting into his palm.

“I bet you're fucking close ♥”

He is. He can taste the quick orgasm on the back of his tongue as he imagines the scenarios they've found themselves in. Imagines Shidou's naked body, their soppy lips intertwined, those claws running up his back. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. He's sure that his companion can hear his short breaths, the small sounds that squeeze through his throat, but he tries his best to muffle them. Ryusei doesn't even try, he's loud and obscene, and he guides Sae as if they're walking through a dark maze. 

“Fuck- Sae,” Shidou moans and it throws Sae for a loop. His hand speeds up, the noise threatening to seep out from beneath the bathroom door. He hears a series of grunts and then a sigh, and he tries to catch his own come in a napkin but it just sticks to the palm of his hand. 

“That's good, just like that ♪” he purrs. 

“Im gonna fuck you so hard when you get home, just you wait.” 

“Okay,” Sae whispers. "Wait for me."

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Itoshi Sae is not as verbal as Shidou Ryusei can be when it comes to voicing his desires, but depending on who you'd ask, that may be a good thing. Ryusei doesn't wait for orders, he acts based off of his prime instincts while hoping for the best, and that's why their chemistry is so good on the football court. Much like Sae, he believes that whoever wants to fight by his side should be able to fend for themselves.

Off of the court, their intentions continue to align. Shidou is a lonely man, as odd as that may sound. So is Sae. The only difference between them is that where one of them is fully aware of that fact, the other still tries to deny it. 

Ryusei's touch feels radioactive on Sae's skin, but he's chasing the thrill of the sensation and couldn't care less about the dire consequences it may have when they're done. 

Those sharp teeth threaten to pierce his skin as they climb up his thighs, lathering his pale body with warm and sticky saliva which drips down onto the bed sheets. A pair of expert hands spread him open, joint to joint until he's fully exposed, with no crossed elbows to hide his beating heart, no bent knees to hide his throbbing boner. 

And for Shidou, it's so hot– to see his partner completely give in to the instincts which tell him to seek pleasure, but for Sae, the sensation is of pure embarrassment. 

Shidou makes a giddy sound as he eyes the man on the bed like his next meal. They're both already naked down to their underwear, the warmth of their bodies radiating against each other. Those dark knees are perched over his thigh, his butt grinding down as he moves back and forth, searching for proper stimulation.

“Come closer, my little demon,” Sae murmurs, tucking one of those long antennas back and cupping his companion's ear between his fingers. He doesn't need to demand it, Shidou is happy to oblige in his every request. He leans atop his shorter counterpart, his body solid and his eyes full of lust.

 Itoshi grips that firm ass between his hands, admiring it with just the touch, squeezing deep and feeling the plump meat beneath his palms. 

Shidou groans down his throat, their tongues ravaging one another, their lips intertwined. Sae can feel those deadly fangs buried deep, he swallows up that foreign saliva which sometimes spits poison and sometimes pure worship. Their bodies rub against each other, yearning for more, their solid dicks grazing even beneath the cotton of their underwear. 

Shidou pulls back to tug down that tight fabric, revealing his golden brown dick, glistened and veiny. 

“i'm gonna fuck you from behind, kay?” he huffs out, his words not teasing but instead laced with affection and need. Sae tries to find some sort of retaliation inside, some resistance, but he can't. He's absolutely dumbstruck, drawing a blank as to how he should reply. He complies quietly, turning to face the bedframe and sheets, unaware of what might go on behind him, of what sultry expression his partner may have. He still hears the low moan that Shidou lets out as he takes in the view.

“Fuck,” he growls into Sae’s ear and it sends chills down his spine. Those warm hands grip his waist, squeeze into the sides of his stomach before rolling his underwear down, exposing his ass to the cold air and immediately biting into that soft flesh. Sae writhes beneath him.

He spreads his legs across the bed, better exposing his puckering hole, asking for it… He's asking for it from Shidou, as embarrassing as that feels. He wants to be fucked and he wants to hear how good his body feels, swallowing up that dick compliantly. 

Shidou leans away, back to that drawer they share, full of supplies they barely ever use and the next thing he knows, he's dripping with wet, cold lube. Shidou rubs it across the cleft of his ass, down his rim, those rough hands massage it into his balls. Sae clenches the pillow beside his head, sensitive to the sudden stimulation and he sinks deeper into the sheets. 

“God, you're leaking–” Shidou's finger begins to open him up, a second immediately joining, they spread him apart with loud squelches. “I can't wait to leave you absolutely wrecked ♡”

“Take it easy,” slow down- he warns, surprised at how quickly his body can forget the feeling of being slowly stretched out. It's completely alien, the sensation of those fingers reaching the deepest that they can within his cavity, as if to stir him all the way to the core. 

“Fu-uck,” Shidou sultrily replies. “Sae-chan, I love it when you let me do this ♪”

And he's so good at it, as well. He hits that perfect spot and Sae groans into the covers as he feels his heart clench. Those words laced with adoration and that touch surging up his spine. 

“You're so good– so good to me~” he leans down to kiss that red nape, Sae's body quivering in ecstasy. 

“Just-” he swallows hard around his pride. He can't handle this affection, it's all too much. “Fuck me, you monster…” 

Shidou growls over him. 

“yesss– show me that dirty side ♪”

He feels his chest tense in reaction to those words, ready for that moment of impact but never truly prepared. Shidou's fingers retract, then that throbbing dick comes in contact with his hole, and he stretches further into the bed as it inches in, slower than usual. Shidou lets out a long, satisfied groan as he bottoms out inside his stomach. 

A hand secures his hips in place and another reaches down to rub his stomach, trailing through his happy trail. 

“Sae-chan, dammit– you're swallowing me up so well. Do you feel it down there?”

He does. He can feel Shidou deep within his body, that thick dick bulging through his skin, pressed back by that palm which caresses him strongly. He can feel his own boner against the soft bed sheets, the friction becoming addictive.

Ryusei thrusts back and forth, drawing out the action as he bites down on Sae's shoulder. With every movement, Sae's body feels a jolt of electricity run up it, straight from his g-spot. 

“Ngh–” he tries to hold back his moans, but Shidou is just as keen on rooting them out. He fiddles with that body beneath his own, finding all of its weak spots with his talented hands and sharp fangs. 

They're both edging towards orgasm at a similar rate, the knots in their bellies unravelling with alarming speed. Shidou's fingers wrap around his dick and pump as he increases the speed of his thrusts. He readjusts every so often, hitting all of the unfamiliar zones deep in Sae's ass and arousing louder, more frantic gasps from his partner. 

“Fuck, Sae–” he draws out, burying his nose in the crook of that pale man's neck and smelling the residue shampoo in his magenta hair. Both of their bodies go red from the repeated impact of skin against skin. 

“You're so good ♪ I'm coming~” he groans, his dick chasing the feeling of warmth. He comes deep inside of Sae's stomach, and Sae can feel it pulse inside of him. 

Sae is indulged in his own orgasm when Shidou expertly tugs at his cock, rubbing his hand over the tip and then to the base in swift movements. As he nears that release, his legs squirm, his throat not managing to trap all of those desperate grunts inside. He rests his head on the pillow as the ribbons of white are ripped straight out from his core, shooting across the bed and soiling the covers along with his rosy skin. 

Shidou, having caught his breath before Sae had the chance, chuckles in satisfaction as he draws out and drops down to lay beside his companion, so that they're face to face. His sharp, bright eyes catching Sae's own deep turquoise pair. 

He smirks. “You're fucking perfect,” he says, his voice low and his expression sincere. 

Sae guides his hands through those messy antennas, across that beautiful face. He pushes forward, just one soft kiss. He'd love to pretend that it's to shut that man up, but truth

fully, he's become addicted to all of this affection. 

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The days that follow an official soccer tournament are always the hardest. Shidou Ryusei was not built for downtime, relaxation… whatever the regulars call it. His body was built to work, to move, to explode. 

It seems that Itoshi Sae is the complete opposite. He loves lazing around on the bed, reading and listening to music you can barely hear, the type you can't feel thrumming through your body. It gets on Shidou's nerves, that calmness, it agitates him straight to the core to watch that man sit docile for so long, unafraid of what might come, like an oblivious herd animal just waiting to be pounced on. 

“What are you doing reading that fucking book of your again?” He asks, shoulders hunched over and hands in his pockets, his body towering over Sae's seated one. And that asshole looks up at him, eyes sharp and lidded, judging coldly. 

“Well,” Sae replies placidly. “Maybe someday you'll find something that you actually enjoy doing… then I might get some peace and quiet.” 

But Shidou knows what he enjoys doing. He enjoys feeling alive and exploding, and seeing people when they get worked up and frustrated. He likes watching life, but not letting it pass him by. He likes action, likes having control over unexpected situations. He plants his leg on the edge of the bed, where his companion sits. It's the most intimidating he can get without actually attacking the idle man by whom he is governed. He enjoys posing a threat to people, loves the expression on their faces as they realise how dangerous he might actually be, but he thinks he likes this sort of relationship more… they're on even footing, Sae is unphased by his violent tendencies. He doesn't, however, enjoy Sae's distance and untouchability. He wants to see the man worked up, angry or sad or wanting of anything other than a monotonous life. 

Sae shuts his book when he comes to terms with the fact that Shidou is all worked up, perhaps knowing he won't be left alone until his companion has exerted all of that extra energy. Till he's exploded in one way or another. 

“What do you want, Shidou?” He asks, cutting to the chase. That's what he's good at: keeping his emotions at bay, staying neutral. 

“You ♪” his companion answers aggressively, plucking the book out of his hands and lowering his face so that they're at eye level. So they can feel each other's breaths. “I want you to keep me company, preferably in a way that might actually be considered exciting!” And he rolls his tongue out of his lips like some reptile, tasting the air as though it might spill the beans on what Sae is really feeling. 

Sae sighs, leaning back on the bed.

 “Then come,” he says. “Make yourself busy, you demon.”

Shidou chuckles in victory. He's found something to take the edge off and he won't let this opportunity slip away. He leans over that pale frame, as gently as he possibly can, but he's radiating with pure, unfiltered energy which shows in his every movement. His dark fingers run down the side of Sae's face, over that thin lower lip, sharp teeth grazing his thumb. They're looking so intently at one another, the world might as well have come to a halt. 

“if that's all you're gonna do, you might as well get off and let me finish my chapter,” Sae’s trying to hit a nerve with his monstrous glare and cold demeanour, but Shidou's already been exposed to the core and all he's got in there is a loud, beating heart. 

“No. I'm gonna devour you ♡” 

He's got that manic look in his eyes that spells trouble. 

“And I'm sick of going easy! This time, everybody's gonna know you're mine~”

Sae's head rolls back against the blanket as he threads his hand up into that bleached blonde hair, tugging him forward. Shidou takes it as a form of consent, growling as he leans down towards that beautiful, pale neck. 

He lets out a low growl as he sets out on his mission, like some feral beast. He licks his way down the sensitive veins of his partner's jugular, sucking hard on that flesh, leaving patches of deep red in his wake. Sae hums out in satisfaction as he feels the pleasant tingles run through the back of his scalp. 

Shidou pulls up for air, but he gets distracted by that flustered man lying before him. He rips his shirt off and tosses it aside, then fumbles with the fasteners on Sae's button-down blouse, becoming more frustrated with it by the moment, till the last one comes undone and he can finally get a full glimpse at that fair body which writhes beneath the fabric. Sae's skin pricks beneath his touch. 

Ryusei's lips trail over tensed muscles, scarce moles and old scars. His fingers run through that soft trail of hair leading down into his pants. He bites down and feels the cells break beneath Sae's skin, forming quick bruises in the shape of his mouth wherever he goes. 

“Shidou–” Sae huffs out, and the way that voice trembles slightly makes him perk up. 

“I bet I'm the first one who's done this to you,” he goads, smirking as he crawls up to meet Sae, face to face once more. “And fuck, that turns me on ♪” 

He continues, his whisper tickling Itoshi's ear. “I hope you remember what you're feeling now every time you look in the mirror~”

Sae can't catch the moan before it breaks free from his lips, confirming what they've both already known, that his body is his biggest weakness. He looks up at his companion, his eyes still cold, but less so: he can't supress his desperation. 

“Ohh, shit, Sae-Chan…” Shidou doesn't even try to hide his own emotions, they show through his downturned eyebrows and rosy cheeks, his lips slightly parting to accommodate sets of heavy breaths. 

Itoshi squeezes Ryusei's large boner through his cotton pants, trying to redirect his attention, and it works. His legs give out a bit as he creates friction, his eyes shutting as he enjoys the sensation. He doesn't give up completely though, moving his own hand down Sae's waistband and tugging that equally hard cock up, out into the cooler air of the room. 

Sae's breathing comes out haggard, his knees folding over that arm which wreaks havoc on his nervous system. Shidou's fingers rub across the sensitive tip of his dick, thumbing at that hole which already leaks a transparent precum. He swallows up those lips at the first chance he gets, deeper than usual and louder as well. Sae's groans mix with his own, both overpowered by the wet squelches of their tongues, intertwined. 

Sae feels the stain grow where he roughly palms Shidou's crotch, that solid form beginning to throb, but he's in no shape to talk. His spine arches forward, bumping into Shidou's chest, his nipples perking up when they hit that hot skin. He's getting close, the foreplay more than enough to send him over the edge. His stomach clenches and so do his thighs, his lips ceasing their attack as he gets carried away by the wave. 

Shidou lifts up in time to see his expression twist further in pleasure, with eyes clenched shut and soppy, bruised lips. He kneels back and uses both of his hands to attentively bring Sae to orgasm, massaging his balls with one and listening to the gasps that follow every rhythmic pump. 

Sae squeezes hard against Shidou's own boner, and he moans out a curse as he suddenly comes, the semen dripping down his thigh and the new, deeper stains forming across the fabric. He looks down, the ecstacy filling his bright, sharp eyes as he takes in that form he's since marked as his own, and that's expression on his face is all it takes for Sae to join him.

Itoshi Sae's climax splatters up, staining his stomach a creamy white which obscures the deep, red marks left behind prior. Shidou laughs as he rubs the mess across his chest. 

“i just know you're gonna explode when you see what I've done,” he says, full of pride and perhaps a little too hopeful.

Sae sighs, still coming down from his orgasm. At first, when Shidou leans down to hug him, he weakly resists, but eventually, his arms still find solace around that solid body.  

Ryusei Shidou does not get to see his expression when he later inspects those marks left behind. He doesn't get to see how unbothered, if not slightly thrilled, they make him feel. 

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Shidou had been brought over by the idea of urethral sounding because it gave him another chance to see his partner absolutely wrecked, not prepared for another unfamiliar setting. He'd slipped a pack into his shopping cart last time he went to check out his favourite sex shop, thinking, how hard could it possibly be for them both? They were definitely above that level… 

Well, what he was really hoping for hadn't happened. Sae found the box of metal rods sitting in the drawer they kept everything in before he had a chance at suggesting the idea, and when he left the shower he was welcomed by that proper man sitting beside them on the bed, cleaning them one by one with a speculative look on his face. 

Itoshi Sae is amused, yes, but his face isn't accustomed to that emotion. Those lidded eyes beckon Ryusei over, looking cross if anything. That tall striker's hair is still dripping, pushed off of his forehead and his tanned skin on full display. He wears a skimpy towel tucked around his waist, but it threatens to fall with every small movement he makes. 

“ahh~” Ryusei is absolutely delighted by the prospect of sex after a long day. He's itching to blow off some extra steam, to explode again. He'd only scored three goals, that's less than usual… 

“What are you looking so amused about?” Sae stands up to meet him halfway across the room, and although Shidou towers over him, he manages to instil that usual condescension. 

“Oh, come on–” Shidou goads, drawing closer and breaking the barrier into that personal space. He's got that wicked grin on his face. “I bet you're just itching to go, Sae-Chan. ♪ what were you even doing in our sex drawer?” 

“I was looking for my shirt,” Itoshi dismisses the accusation, but Shidou raises his brows in doubt. 

“In the sex drawer?” He reiterates, that term clearly provoking his companion. 

“Yes. You keep stealing my clothes.”

Well, Shidou supposes he's not really wrong. He leans back with a sigh, growing taller in comparison to Sae as his spine straightens out. He rolls his eyes. 

“Did you find the handcuffs as well, then?” 

His frown is enough of an answer. Shidou laughs out, bringing his arms out to wrap around Sae's stiff frame. For all of that talk, (although Shidou supposes, he hadn't really said much) Sae is definitely more excited than he lets on. His body is honest, especially his dick, half hard in his pants. 

Ryusei's mouth trails up his throat as he sniffs in that distinct smell, till he reaches those downturned lips and he uses his agile tongue to break through. He licks down into that throat, across blunt teeth, over sensitive nerves. Sae pulls back first, breathless and with flushed cheeks.

“So,” Shidou breaks the trance they'd both found themselves in. “How are we doing this? Fuck, I can't wait–” 

“You can start by kneeling,” Sae grumbles out the command, and Shidou finds himself giving up without a struggle. He knows what his original plan was… how he'd meant to captivate this man and have his way, how he'd meant to torment him, and yet, he's not all too disappointed with how it's turning out. 

That figure disappears behind him, and then his arms are being cuffed behind his back, between his outstretched calves. He lets out a satisfied moan, finding the development to be quite a thrilling one. 

Sae steps back before him, taking in that brown body from above, and although Shidou tries with all his might to tease him with frisky eyebrow wriggles and glad grins, the expression on his face doesn't change. 

He leans down and tugs the towel away from his companion's waist, before passing the floor beneath his knees with that same soft fabric. As observant as usual… it stirs Shidou up in all the best ways. 

“God! I'm throbbing ♡ Hurry up already–”

Sae rolls his eyes as he turns to gather his materials. In the box are a row of ribbed, long, steel rods. He pulls out what can only be considered as the mid-sized one, before smothering it with lube. Shidou’s throat grows tight as he watches the procedure, almost medical, go on before him. He supposes it's better that he's not doing it himself, he would have gotten hasty and skipped most of the steps.

That pale man glances across at him, closing the distance between them. 

Shidou lets out a gasp when that cold, lubricated hand first touches his dick, rubbing circles into his red, sensitive tip. Sae squeezes the opening between his fingers and receives another loud moan from his unruly companion. 

“I'm sticking it in,” he notifies calmly, and that's supposed to be his warning, to speak up now or never. 

“Fuck,” Shidou just replies. He's far beyond objecting and he's curious if anything, of how it'll feel, this foreign and taboo kink they're performing. “you better make me feel good, Sae-chan ♪”

“I'll think about it, Shidou,” he replies, and this time he can't help the small smirk that appears on his face. He's just as intrigued as Ryusei is, it seems, if not more… 

Sae brings that dripping rod down to meet the opening of his dick, sliding it gently into place like the key of a door into its lock. At first, the sensation is of tension, Shidou can feel the cool metal inflicting pressure on his urethra. Then, as Sae drives it further down, he seethes at the burning sensation it drives up his abdomen. 

Slowly but surely, the rod becomes fully embedded inside his dick, the small ribs along the side thrusting up against his nerves, fully exposed and sensitive. He smirks at the sight, a full success, and it wasn't that hard. His dick bounces up and down, supported by Sae's hand. 

Is that it? He thinks, but before he can get the words out, Sae drives that rod further down. 

Inside of his cock, now fully hard and clogged up, the metal presses into a spot that can only be his g-spot. 

“Fuuck~” he moans out so suddenly, as he feels that pleasant tingle run up his abdomen. He hadn't expected that. The sensation is so new, the area completely untouched until now, and he feels it everywhere at once. 

Sae uses his free hand to massage Shidou's balls as he threads that rod up and down, becoming accustomed with the motion. He twirls it, in and out, the burn subsiding and leaving behind only pleasure. 

Shidou's toes curl, and he spreads his knees farther into the hard ground, just slightly thrusting into the motion. 

Sae licks his lips subconsciously and Shidou is so focused on his face, on those long eyelashes, that calm expression. He was made for this, it seems, made for driving people insane. 

He's finally gotten to a point where his dick can take that rod down smoothly, but still, his sensitivity doesn't disappear. He feels the coolness spread from his tip down to the base, and Sae repeatedly hits that golden zone, overwhelming him with pleasure. He moans loud, his hands pulling against the restraints, he's not sure how much more he can take. 

It's so odd, to be so close to orgasm, and yet, he can't seem to cum, too clogged up by the device to manage. 

“You're doing better than I thought you would,” Sae comments, ruthless as always. It makes Shidou want to turn the tables, he's gonna show the man a taste of his own medicine… but clearly, today is not that day. 

“I'm so close, Sae-Chan ♪” his eyes are brimming with tears of pleasure that threaten to run down those crimson red cheeks. “I'm gonna explode, I can feel it.” 

Sae takes that as his sign to quicken the pace. In and out, the rod goes, sharp pricks winding through his abdomen. That dick clenches around the steel.

“Good,” he stabilises his partner's neck, fingers running through his hair, and Shidou's head leans backwards, jaw slackening, his breathing haggard. 

With one final dig into his g-spot, then a spin of the bar inside his stomach, Shidou tenses, his eyes rolling back, and he moans out into the quiet room. 

Sae pulls the rod out smoothly, and along with it comes a gushing eruption of piping hot semen, which spurts out and stains them both. 

“Ah, Sae- Shit, that's the stuff~” Shidou's hips roll as he chases the sensation, thrusting up as he leaks the last bit of come, pure and saturated, no longer mixed with the lube from earlier. When his muscles finally relax, he slumps forward into Sae's arms, sighing as he recovers. 

Sae wipes his hands down, placing that metal device neatly on the towel, and he runs his hand down Shidou's back. 

Ryusei buries his head deeper into that pale neck.

“I'm gonna need help getting up, I can't feel my legs…” 

Sae gently pulls him forward, but in turn, finds himself laying against the floor, trapped beneath that heavy body but not completely hating it. 

“Also, there's no way I'm breaking out of these handcuffs, they're fucking crazy strong…” he continues, purring. “though I don't mind keeping them on, if you're up for another round~”

Sae scoffs, the vibration running through both of their bodies. 

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The phone screen blurs as it shakes in Sae Itoshi's hands. 

He doesn't know why he'd decided to tag along, what had possessed him to go drinking with U-20, but that doesn't matter. Somewhere along the line, halfway into Shibuya, he and Shidou had gotten lost and ended up all alone. 

He wasn't built for the nightlife.

He'd found solace at the side of the bar counter only because it was better than being stuffed into that tight dancefloor, but it came with a negative, he was being fed alcohol as though from a drip. 

Shidou had disappeared long ago, perhaps getting caught up in a fight on his way out of the bathroom. Sae was beginning to miss that constant buzzing which accompanied the man, it felt safe at the very least.

Now, as his surroundings become fuzzy, he tries to recall when he had first stopped thinking clearly. It was probably on his third refill, when the room began to stir. He remembers walking in with Shidou, remembers telling him to keep his hands to himself, sitting at the counter where they both ordered drinks. He remembers asking the barman something, but he's not sure what… perhaps he'd wondered what sort of beverage it was that he had been given, they'd both asked for the house specialty, some vibrant green and pink concoction.

Did someone spike his drink? 

People pass and go as they please, bumping into him, and he hasn't been the sharpest in terms of focus. The only man around that he trusts can't be found. He's feeling hot, like his clothes are sticking to him, and he's trying not to drool down the front of his shirt. 

Shidou's firm hand makes him jump up, and his dilated eyes dart into those pink ones, as thin as needles. 

“Hey– you look like you're about to explode!” He says, his expression shocked. He's not really worried about Sae, or maybe he is… Sae can't tell anymore, he can barely hear his own thoughts. No, he can, he just doesn't quite understand them.

He's got a throbbing boner in his pants, and although he tries not to, he immediately clings to Shidou's strong body, finding comfort in the coolness it radiates, because his own is burning up. He can feel his heart beating in his ears and his nerves coming to life. 

“Whoah,” Shidou secures him when his legs begin to slide off of the barstool. He looks intrigued, no, thoughtful… he looks like he's contemplating his next step. 

“Sae-Chan, you feeling alright down there?” 

Itoshi curls his head into Shidou's black sweater, grumbling out a weak “no,”

Shidou lifts his companion's face up and tries to nurse a glass of water into his mouth, but his lips tremble around it and the liquid just spills against his front. 

“How long have you been like this?” Well, how long has he been sitting here all alone? Shidou rests him down against the wooden table and goes to saunter off, probably to find a bartender he can shout at, but Sae grabs him by the sleeve. 

“Leave it– Lets go,” 

Those eyes are searching his own again, aghast by the situation, but Sae doesn't necessarily feel bad… that's what's bothering him.

“Okay, okay,” Shidou supports his wobbly friend, “let's get you out of here…” 

The street walls concave around Itoshi Sae as he tries his best to walk normally. Shidou said he'd stop off to get him a bottle of water, to flush out whatever is in his system, then they'd call a taxi, but he won't make it till then. He drags his companion down one of the various alleyways in Shibuya, catching his breath behind an empty dumpster. He's rock hard now and his throbbing dick is beginning to hurt, and he can't stop imagining all the ways he wants Shidou to fuck him, and he's so embarrassed by it that be might as well just give in to that urge. 

Except he can't say it, he's too prideful. He just grabs Ryusei by the collar and pulls him forward, into a hungry kiss. After a moment of hesitation, Shidou bites back, sucking down on his rosy lips. Sae feels like he's melting, being consumed whole. He's not supposed to be doing this, he's uptight and cold, he's above pleasure and everyone around him, he won't stoop to their level… he shouldn't be devouring his only equal in a dark alleyway, the floors lined with trash and cigarette butts. He bites down on Shidou's lower lip, who seethes and pulls away.

“Whoah, hang on– I don't usually do this kinda stuff,” he says. Doesn't sleep around? Sae eyes him intently, out of breath, that wasn't true last time. 

No, his brain supplies him helpfully, he doesn't sleep with people he knows aren't 100%.

Sae feels the knot in his stomach tighten. He wants Shidou and it's not whatever the hell is in his system– that's just multiplying an urge which was already there. He wants Shidou and he's not prepared to wait, because he knows it won't feel as good later on. 

“I'm fine,” Itoshi dismisses the man, leaving a trail of wet bites down the side of his throat. Shidou hums against him, back pressed against the wall, their boners chafing each other through the restraining fabric of their pants. 

He doesn't care who's watching anymore, or what he looks like, how desperate he seems and how exposed he's gotten. He unzips his jeans and an already leaking dick springs out, flushed a deep red. He grinds against his tall companion.

Shidou groans against him. 

“Promise not to hate me tomorrow, ‘kay?” And Sae moans, already so aroused that he's on fire. He can feel every small nerve in his body, from the tips of his fingers to his throbbing, full cock. He hums out, agreeing dismissively as he kneels down. He's already touching himself more than enough, his hand feeling like that of someone else. What he really wants is to see Shidou in a similar state to himself, even if just by a bit. 

He unzips his companion's own pair of ripped jeans, pulls down the hem of his underwear and revels in the sweet musk that suddenly overwhelms his senses. Shidou pets his head, unsure of what to do, till Sae leans forward to suck down that tip and he's left gasping at the sudden stimulation. 

Sae can feel himself reaching a quick orgasm, his pants already soggy from what seems like one he'd missed earlier. He palms his dick as he swallows down Shidou's own one, much larger than he remembers it being, much more prominent in the back of his throat. 

Shidou groans lowly, his voice not strong enough to be heard by anyone other than the man at his feet, near the shards of broken glass. Sae feels himself utterly giving in to that lust running through his veins, swallowing around his companions thick length, feeling that groomed trail of pubic hair tickle his nose. He feels like he could do this forever, not disgusted, not on the verge of being sick… Shidou pulls Sae back by the head and he gasps for air like a drowning man, his pupils enlarged, his face bright red, his lips glossy. He looks up, yearning as he orgasms, quick and rough, his cum splattering onto the dirty concrete road and his dick twitching in his grasp… he barely feels himself come down, still ecstatic and needy and yearning for more. 

Before Shidou can speak, Sae fits his dick back in his mouth, tasting that salty mixture of precum on the tip of his tongue as it laps down the delicate skin, runs over all of those sensitive veins. Those rough hands grip the back of his head, pulling his magenta hair, and he cums in three pulses that Sae can feel through his entire upper body. 

Sae swallows down that flavour like it's a lifeline, already hard again, but he'll manage for now. Ryusei helps him back up and tucks them both away, before wrapping his arm around Itoshi's back, supporting him. 

And Sae inhales a whole bottle of water as his partner waves down a taxi, then stuffs him in the back and responsibly secures his belt. That idiot doesn't tie his own one down...

He tries to rest against Shidou's shoulder, but he can't, he's buzzing. His body is begging for the tiredness of a real, full orgasm and the warmth of a nude body. When he convulses, a hand secures itself around him again and those sharp, lizard-like eyes intently gaze into his own, still quite amused by the situation at hand. 

“Your shoes are a fucking nightmare!”

 They're back in the hotel room, his one true solace, and he must be feeling better because everything has stopped spinning, but he can still feel every little nerve, down to the tips of his fingers. 

“Don't care,” he mutters simply, already tearing the damp clothes off of his body. He breathes deeply when he can no longer feel the weight of the shirt against his chest. Shidou smirks up at him, deviously and perhaps a bit relieved. 

Sae kicks his trainers off and treads unsteadily towards the bathroom, his companion following shortly, gathering the dirty socks he leaves behind. He unbuckles his belt, rips his pants off and slowly settles in the quickly filling bathtub with a drawn out sigh. He's still feeling it, that sticky feeling throughout his abdomen, the urge to relieve his full dick which overpowers his common sense. 

Ryusei kneels beside him, running the showerhead over his shoulders and scrubbing them down. 

“You should stay like this ♪ Fuck, it's hot seeing you so needy~” 

And Sae rolls his eyes, but he can't help the moan that leaves his lips as he feels the hot water soothe his muscles.

 “Shut up,” he growls, leaning back against the wall. “Just help me out so that I can go to sleep already.”

He hears a chuckle and then a mischievous “as you wish,” before Shidou draws his hand forward, sinking it inside the deep bath. 

Sae immediately gasps when he feels those fingers wrap around his dick, tugging strongly, relieving that tension inside his balls. 

“Fuck–” be bites back, his knees kicking a wave of water out of the tub as he trembles against the touch. He's still so very warm, his core burning up, his thoughts unclear. He grips that strong hand as it rubs methodically down his shaft, but it's no use. Shidou doesn't cease his movements, he just looks into Sae's cloudy eyes with a wicked grin, cooing him towards orgasm. 

“Shidou, shit–” Sae's voice rings out in the bathroom as he comes, proper, his semen floating up into the water. Finally, he can ride out a proper orgasm, as he thrusts up into Shidou's hand, which hasn't stopped moving yet and he feels the last few drops squeezing out, leaving him comfortably empty. 

He goes slack against the marble tub, shutting his eyes again and sighing out heavily. 

Shidou stands back up, gathering their extravagant soaps from the walk-in shower they usually use. 

“I'll clean you up if you promise not to get hard again… I don't think you'll survive another explosion, Sae-Chan ♪” 

He cups Sae's face in his palm. Sae grumbles out a short complaint, but still leans into the touch. 

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“Sae-chan, I'm tired ♪” Shidou Ryusei drools out as he dives head first into Itoshi Sae's mattress, and for once in his life, he actually looks it. He's wearing his baggy black pyjamas and his hair lacks its usual volume, the pink ends sticking out behind his ears, his antennas more than wilting, obscuring his eyes. Sae's already tucked in, reading his nighttime book, but he marks his page as soon as those flailing arms reach the hem of his duvet. 

“Well, good for you,” he begins, placing the book on his nightstand. “but you're in the wrong bed.”

“Nah,” Shidou crawls beneath the blanket. “Let me sleep here~”

He plants himself beside Itoshi with a deep exhale. It's a tight fit, but he makes it work, their auras intermingling warmly to create a bright shade of fuchsia. Those sharp, pink eyes gaze up at him. He's testing his limits again, looking for a reaction… an explosion, he'd probably call it. 

“Fine,” Sae flicks the nightlight off. “But don't go yapping all night.”

“I'm not staying up, Sae-Chan… I've gotta get my beauty sleep ♪”

“Yeah right,” He mutters, getting comfortable. 

Sleep comes late. He sits in silence and watches his companion's lungs rise and fall rhythmically, outlined by the city lights their room overlooks. It's not truly Shidou's fault, but he's easy to blame. When else can Sae see that face looking so peaceful? When else can he inspect it with no repercussions? 

He dreams of sweet nothings. Shidou's hand within his own, their fingers interlaced. He dreams of shopping hauls and walks along the shore, his bare feet sinking in the sand. They're kissing in the middle of an empty football field, tousling in the synthetic grass.

The sun eventually rises. It shines in through the undrawn windows and paints them both a bright yellow. Itoshi wakes up wrapped in those thick and sturdy arms, his eyelashes tickling the throat of the man holding him. 

“Good morning, sunshine ♪” Ryusei beams down at him, squeezing their bodies together and revelling in the small squeak he forces out of his body. Their legs are crossed between one another. Sae's groin feels odd… no, it feels hard, and from that nasty expression on Shidou's face, he's not the first to realise. 

“And an explosive morning, too~ Maybe I should sleep here more often…” 

Sae sighs and it comes out haggard. He can feel that thigh pressing into his clothed crotch and Shidou’s morning breath tickles his ear, warm and moist and not unpleasant like he thought it would be. 

“you– you're not one to talk,” he grumbles when he feels Shidou's own dick poke into his stomach, but the man just laughs. 

“Hey, I'm just following your lead, Sae-Chan!” 

Shidou presses their bodies closer, the heat spreading out from between them. 

“Ugh–” the tension in his abdomen begins to spread, Sae flattens his lips, trying to silence his voice. It's so early and he's still tired, and yet in this half-asleep state everything just seems so much more effective. He wraps his arms around Shidou's frame, finally giving in to the temptation, squeezing his palms into that firm ass and receiving a groan in response. 

“You're so hot, Sae ♡” Ryusei growls before flipping him into the mattress, pinning him down. Suddenly, the pressure against him doubles as that knee massages his balls. 

They both let out a symphony of groans as they grind against each other, the motion addictive. Itoshi wants more, but he knows he doesn't need it. Simply that firm thigh is enough, and for Shidou, the mere idea of them being so close could push him over. His hands support him, placed at either side of Sae's head, but they quickly entangle within his hair, softly running through the strands. 

Shidou breathes heavily into his bangs, speeding up as he feels them both unravel, that tight knot coming undone and releasing pure ecstasy. 

“Ngh–” Sae rolls up to meet Shidou halfway, pulling him down so that the pressure is enough to send them both over the edge. He comes in his pants with a breathless moan, the semen quickly soaking into his pants and leaving a sticky, warm stain. Then he drops back down into the bed, already feeling Shidou's load sink into his clothes. That devilish man chuckles as he catches his breath, suddenly so much heavier than he'd been before. 

“How gross,” Sae states when it becomes obvious he won't get used to the wet patch he feels spreading in his crotch. Still though, he finds himself relaxing beneath that solid body, which tenderly hugs his own. 

“Huh, well whatever… it was totally worth it ♪” He can feel his companion grin against his cheek. “We'll just have to shower when we get up.”

“Yeah, sure–” Sae mumbles sarcastically, but he still squeezes Shidou closer, nestling into his neck. “When the alarm goes off…”

It's a Saturday, they're both thinking, but neither of them say it. 

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They're reading, or more precisely, Sae is reading… Shidou's playing some odd game on his phone, one that Sae has told him numerous times to turn down. He's been on the same page for at least half an hour, those words starting to seem like gibberish. The thing is, he's so deep on Shidou's dick that he can't really focus. 

He's trying not to let it show, leaning forward on the couch, his knees planted at either side of Shidou's thighs and his ass tensed, just an inch above those tanned legs, because he's not yet accustomed to that huge cock grinding up against the bend in his stomach. 

“Ooh, Sae–” 

“Shut up,” Itoshi cuts him off, before closing his eyes as a wave of pleasure washes through his brain. He's always like this when it comes to reading, so finicky and short tempered about it that he might as well be preparing for a test. That must be kinda hard though, Shidou assumes– for him to pay attention to his book right now. 

Shidou's dick fits tightly in that warm, soft hole, but it's not perfect. He can feel Sae squirming at the last bit, perhaps not sure how to go about it… well, he's not gonna complain, it's rare for them to get this far. He's just getting restless, he's finished doing his dailies, checked for updates and now his phone has simply become a nuisance. He needs pleasure, he wants affection, all of this is one big waiting game he's sure he's gonna lose. 

He wraps his hands around his companions abdomen and presses into that foreign solidity his own dick has created, deep inside, right below his belly button. 

Sae tries to hide the gratified sigh forming on his lips, but the scene is so quiet-- of page flips and scrunchies of paper, that he can't hide it. Shidou feels that hole tense around him. He can't help but laugh… Sae doesn't like that, the vibrations run up his body like an electric shock. He lets out another weak moan. 

It's been an hour, but he can still feel the semen deep inside his belly from when Shidou had first fucked him, before they'd settled down, but he'd never gotten his own release. Every time he thinks his boner is going down, that man readjusts inside him, restimulates his g-spot and sends the blood back down into his dick. 

“I'm getting bored, Sae-Chan~” 

How can you possibly be getting bored? Sae wants to ask. That's not possible for him, he can't even fully relax. He can feel Shidou growing inside of him, it's his only source of proof that the man is lying… he chooses to ignore it. 

“So what?” He bites out. “What am I supposed to do about that?”

“Hey! You're the one that told me to stay still, I'm dying to explode over here ♪”

He's not the only one. Itoshi is taking back whatever he'd said before, whatever order he'd given his partner… he's feeling hot and pent up, and his legs are sore from the position. 

Sae rocks back on that dick and it protrudes just slightly out of his abdomen. Their balls smack and a rope of precum ties them together, he bites down on his bottom lip. 

“Fu-uck, don't do that!” Shidou grips him. They're fully stuck now, that dark chest stuck against his back. His fingers slide up, tickling Itoshi's nipples. 

“You're one to talk…” Sae huffs as he tenses again. It's the cock hitting his G-spot, the tension in his thighs, the teasing of those buds on his chest. 

“Sae,” Ryusei licks across his ear. 

“What?”

“Let me fuck you, please.” 

A warmth spreads up into his cheeks, he's never heard that word leave his companion's lips so sultrily. His heart beats so loudly in his chest that he's sure the man can feel it under his fingertips. He sighs out, lowering his face. 

“Fine…”

Shidou easily lifts him up, their bodies still entangled. Sae's legs wrap around his own, securing him closer, and that solid man thrusts up into his stomach, again and again as he pinches and rolls those hard nipples between his thumb and index. Sae lets out a series of breathless whimpers, his torso thoroughly stretched, his head lolling in that space between Ryusei's neck and shoulder.

That blonde man grunts as he holds Sae down, filling him up again with several pumps of piping hot semen. Sae's own voice cracks as a hand grips his dick, tugging his own orgasm out roughly. Those white strands shoot up his stomach as he moans out. 

“God, that's hot. Totally worth it… I never get tired of the way you eat me up ♡”

They both fall back down into the chair in a bundle of heavy breaths and slack limbs. 

“Ugh,” Sae pulls a disgusted face at the vulgarity, but he doesn't move, he can't be bothered… he feels Shidou finally pull out and with him comes the two loads of cum he'd left behind. 

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The door slams shut and a series of thuds sound on the other side of the wall, as the hotel hall-decorations come tumbling down from the impact. And the moment Sae and Shidou are left alone, they absolutely devour one another. They wrestle each other for dominance, their teeths clattering and their tongues enveloped. The saliva can't spill through their tied lips, they simply exchange it before swallowing the excess down. Ryusei's hands grip roughly at his companion's hair, locking him in, whereas Itoshi caresses that taller man's face delicately, precisely. Their eyelashes flutter one against the other, their noses bump.

Shidou pulls away for breath, his sharp, deadly eyes piercing through the skin over Sae's heart, glistening with lust. He tugs Sae's hair back and receives a seethe in response. 

“I've been waiting all day to do that ♡”

They're still so close that a thread of spit connects them, their lips rosy and wet. Shidou squeezes them together, having won over the privilege of facing the wall. Itoshi feels their semi-hard cocks graze against each other. 

“Fuck, I'm throbbing ♪” Ryusei smirks, proud of his catch. “I'm so ready! I'm on fire– gonna explode!” 

“Not yet,” Sae warns, because he knows how serious of a statement that can be from his partner. He knows how desperate of a man Shidou is, that just an idea can get him over the edge… He also knows how haste his recovery time is, how many loads he can spill over the span of an hour. 

He grips Shidou's face, firmer this time, “I'll take charge, my devil.”

Shidou growls lowly, like an animal in heat, like a bloodthirsty beast, but he's not that prideful. Unlike Sae, he's a slave to his desires and he'll do anything to fulfil them. he follows Sae like a dog on a leash, towards the window overlooking the city lights, where he's pressed against the glass, his abs peeking out beneath his shirt and his dick bulging through his jeans.

He's bent forward, his hands and face pressing against the glass, his legs straight. It's the perfect pose to outline all of those beautiful muscles. 

Shidou shakes his butt teasingly as Sae leans over his tall body, trailing his hands over the rolls of thick fabric that hide his skin, till they reach the buttons on his belt. In one swift moment, Itoshi tugs his jeans and underwear down, exposing his perky ass to the cold air.

Ryusei exhales, leaning further into the windowpane. He's not afraid of the drop, not of the people that look like ants from where they are. He looks like he's experiencing pure joy, the cold glass fogging up wherever it makes contact with his skin. 

Sae squeezes those cheeks between his hands. He's always had a weakness for asses, this is no exception. He leans forward, burying his face in-between them. 

“Ah!-- yesss…” Shidou moans out in response to the wet, rough tongue licking up his sensitive hole. They'd both come up straight from the outdoor sauna and it shows, his body warm and pliable, his ring sliding open to accommodate one of Sae's fingers. 

“That's it, Sae-Chan ♪” Itoshi trails up and down the tender skin between his companion's asshole and dick, squeezing at his balls. His spit spreads and acts as a lubricant, his hands gliding smoothly across the area, his thumb finding space to work out the crevice of that hole.

 He pulls back to observe his handiwork, his index and middle finger replacing his thumb and penetrating slowly in and out of Shidou. It's a marvellous sight, of that man with his back arched downward just slightly, against the window. His arms securing him in the air, sliding loudly every time he readjusts. Those thighs of his tremble, threatening to give out. 

“C’mon, baby, give it to me~” Shidou teases him again, wiggling back and forth with that sharp grin on his face, practically swallowing up his fingers.

Sae pries himself free, steps back. 

“You got a condom?”

“Don't need one—” and he's right, it might just help them both clean up faster afterwards. Sae sighs as he unzips his pants and pumps his dick in the palm of his hand until it's solid. He grips Shidou's waist, his fingers marking that skin a deep red as he lines up. When he thrusts inward, Shidou's face presses against the glass, his loud gasp fogging it up. 

They start off slow, Sae savouring the satisfaction leaking out of his tip, a promo of what's to come. His dick disappears in and out of that tight canal, which squeezes him warmly. 

“You're killing me– hurry up!” Shidou complains. Sae thrusts deeper, stronger and hears their thighs smacking in rhythm, grins at the reaction he gets from the man, no longer as confident as he'd been. For every grunt he releases, his companion lets out a much louder, deeper moan. 

“Agh–” Ryusei's voice hitches and he loses balance, slipping. Sae catches his chest and they close in on the window. That dark, lustful man unabashedly presses his whole front against the glass: his thighs. His dick. His nipples prick through his thin shirt, catching. His sweat, saliva and tears smear. 

Sae wraps his arms around those shoulders and stretches Shidou further apart as they both reach the edge. 

“Shit, you're so rough! I'm close ♡”  

Itoshi buries his head in his partner's neck, sighing as he slows down, his stamina running out. He fucks Shidou, strong and deep. 

“Yeah,” he admits. “That's good, you're good…”

Shidou cums, the stimulation of the cool glass against his dick combined with the rough thrumming of his g-spot enough to send him over the edge. Then, as he spasms, his ass tensing, he sucks the orgasm straight out of Sae's abdomen. 

Sae presses as deep as he can go as he spills his load, groaning into Ryusei's ear. 

An outline of Shidou's body, mixed with spilled semen and sweat stains the window of their sixth floor room when Itoshi pulls his companion forward, moving them both to the bed. He presses Shidou into the mattress, swallowing him back up before he has time to wrap his head around the situation. 

“Round two?” Ryusei huffs out between their breaths, his tongue rolling out of his lips and into Sae's own. 

Sae hums into the kiss before biting down… it should be a given. 

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Shidou Ryusei has always been a showoff. When he was younger he'd throw tantrums whenever his parents took him out and would interrupt all of the lessons he couldn't focus on. They'd sent him to judo, and when that made him too aggressive, they made him pick up soccer instead.

In the end, their efforts paid off. Whether it was fate or chance, all of Shidou's hard work had landed him recognised by some of the greatest upcoming players on earth. 

He sits across from one, wondering why they all have such complex personalities. 

Itoshi Sae glares at him, cold and superior, and forever unforgiving of the world… Shidou wishes he wasn't considered just another piece of it by the man or some new hassle to get rid of, but he'll take what he gets. If he's around his favourite person, does all of that really matter?

Sae's hair is pushed back by a leopard-print headband he thinks is his, but Shidou knows for a fact that he'd brought it himself last time he'd stepped foot near Harajuku. He doesn't say anything because the band looks good on him, it exposes his eyebrows and makes his expression all the more identifiable. By the way they're furrowed, Shidou senses a strong greed mixed with anger and lust, all laced together by affection masking as contempt.

“You okay over there?” Shidou asks when another minute passes and those lidded eyes still watch him intently. They're on separate beds, but if he kicks his legs out far enough, he'll be able to reach his companion and break the trance. He doesn't… thinking, this is quite enjoyable. 

“Hey! Sae-chan ♪” he sings, waving his hands. Itoshi transfixes, focusing back on reality. “Wow, I'm that hot? You're making me blush with all of this attention~”

He finally snaps back: “oh, shut up…”

Shidou just laughs, spreading his knees and leaning back on one arm. He has that glint in his eyes, devilish, sharp, Sae doesn't miss it. 

“You wanna try something explosive?” 

He always does but he never lets it show… he always denies himself the privilege, but becoming well acquainted with someone seems to have changed everything. Ryusei has a good idea of what he's thinking, he can't hide anymore.

“what does that even mean?” 

Shidou runs his fingers up his shirt, exposing a trail of tanned abs, clean shaven and shiny. 

“You know–” he says, slowly unzipping his pants. “something fun!”

Sae sighs, leaning back to mirror his posture. He supposes he's not against the idea… he gazes down at Ryusei, his expression cold because that's the only way he can hide that desire stirring up inside of his abdomen. It's useless though, they both know what's up. 

“That's the spirit, baby ♡” 

Itoshi frowns, but he doesn't stand up and he doesn't walk away. He watches the man in front of him move with something too loud and quick to be graceful, but it's somehow just as attractive.

Shidou's eyes linger on him as he spreads his fingers across the muscles outlining his torso. He rips his shirt off, running his hands over his nipples till they perk up, his head rolling back to expose the bobbing apple in his throat as he twists them.

Sae can't admit that it's turning him on, but he doesn't have to, it's showing pretty well. His face is red and his lips have tensed flatly, the boner in his pants is getting more solid by the moment. 

Shidou chuckles cockily as he realises. It proves they're both human, feeds into that idea of his about evolution and compatibility. 

Sae sighs, embarrassed by how low he's stooping, but it's too enticing for him to not play along. He strips his loose tracksuit, tosses the pants halfway across the room and folds his legs below his torso. His knees stretch satisfyingly across the blankets as he props himself up in a scant pair of boxers and shirt. 

Shidou's expression is that of a hungry man ready to swallow him up, but honestly… when isn't it? He shows some self restraint, a surprise to Sae, and stays put those five feet away from him, growling at the view.

They watch each other gradually strip all the time, but this is different, it nearly feels like a performance. Ryusei licks his lips as he rolls his shorts down, they hang over his ankle. Then he tugs his underwear below his balls, allowing his proud boner to stand tall between his thighs. 

Itoshi is entranced by those skillful hands that work their way across plains of golden skin, there's a familiarity that comes with the act of touching oneself that nobody else can get right… to know where somebody's weak spots are is easy but to memorise every sensitive nerve and vein must be impossible without a life's worth of knowledge about said body. 

Sae kneads his semi-hard cock as he takes in what sits before him. A man, eyes glazed over by lust, lips opened just slightly and a ravenous look altogether. His shoulders roll, one arm still supporting him from behind and the other working at that dick. With every breath, every low groan, his stomach shifts, the muscles of his abdomen tensing. 

The imperfections add to the scene, old bite marks and discoloured blemishes– perhaps bruises from practice, line that flesh, from his feet to his collarbones. 

“Fuck, you're hot ♪ yeah– this is awesome,” Shidou's eyes roll up as he seeks out that satisfaction he feels with every jolt that flies up his spine. His hand expertly pumps his length, pressing down on all of his favourite places. His thumb teases the tip of his dick and the side of his palm presses deeply into the base of his crotch.

Sae succumbs to that urge of his own, to relieve the growing pressure in his abdomen directly, as he begins to leak out into his pants. As he locks eyes with his partner, he draws his cock out of his underwear. He licks his hand before gently massaging it, the friction creating a loud, wet sound that repeatedly breaks through their shared sighs. 

He's never felt so exposed. It's different when they're close, too close to get a full picture of each other. Now Ryusei can take in his face, it's a deep shade of red and focused on bringing himself to the edge. 

On the other side, Shidou observes what he assumes makes Sae tick: things he'd known like the pressure and speed he preferred, new revelations like the way his free hand grasps around his neck, not deep enough to stop him from breathing, but deep enough to weigh down on his chest. 

They both readjust at similar times, speeding up as they reach the finish line. Sae's not looking for something long here, he wants to watch his companion come and wants to see the expression he pulls as that happens from afar. He knows they're thinking similarly when Shidou pushes his antennas off of his face, those bright pink eyes intense enough to pierce holes through whoever they please. 

Shidou's groping hand becomes frenzied, the pace quickening, lubed up by precum but tough enough to thoroughly hit all of the nerves beneath his skin. He draws his legs up against the bed, spreading his knees further out from his body and finally, he moans as the knot unravels on his abdomen, sending ropes of semen flying across the floor. 

Itoshi realises he'd stopped moving a moment too late, when it's obvious that he's savouring the scene across from him, clear he's observing that face Shidou pulls, completely satisfied with himself. 

“Go on,” Shidou huffs out, his face still red and his breaths quick. “Or do you want me to do it for you?”

“No,” Sae replies… he doesn't need help. He wrings his dick between his fingers and palm, his free hand squeezing the duvet. With that view of Shidou, body thrown out for a loop, covered in cum, it doesn't take long. He grunts as he nears that cliff in a controlled manner, not too quickly, but instead, firmly. The white appears behind his eyes before it shoots out, and an image of Shidou's nude body seared into his memory pops up. 

As Sae cums, he lowers his head, his whole body convulsing. He lets out a moan as the semen squirts out weakly across his hand in bursts of three. 

He pants as he leans back, recovering as Ryusei whistles. 

“Doesn't it feel good to let free and explode? God, I'm gonna get hard again in no time just looking at you like that…” 

And it does, is what Itoshi Sae thinks, wiping his hand across his stomach. It does feel good, especially with Shidou. 

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“What the fuck are you wearing?” Sae passes over brazenly to Shidou as they both round the drink bar, he pours himself another glass of punch– hoping the alcohol his brother's stupid friends had slipped in will knock him out. If he had it his own way, he'd be at home, listening to his music and chilling out… Unfortunately, fame isn't all it's hyped up to be, especially not when you're young. He's like a puppet being pulled by various strings, all of which he doesn't detach from because they'll help him grow, but he won't perform while looking happy about it either, not in the least. 

He's dressed up as some vampiric entity, with a silk gleaming cape and a big red bow on his neck. He's wearing a pair of black shorts and a long sleeved blouse with a waistcoat underneath, prim and sleek. 

On the other side of the table, Ryusei is trying not to drape his tattered bandages over the bowl. Sae's not sure what it's supposed to be… perhaps a mummy. His whole body is covered in loose gauze and it's truly a mystery how he's been allowed to show up like that– half naked and threatening to fall apart. 

Those keen eyes catch Sae inspecting his costume for flaws, little spaces of skin uncovered by the light fabric. He grins immediately.

“Wow, someone's dressed to kill,” Shidou replies, disregarding the insult he'd been handed, but when Sae remains unmoved, he circles back to that topic. 

“... Hey! I put a lot of effort into this costume! And I think I look great~” 

Coldly, Itoshi expands: “You're dressed like an idiot.” 

“This is a costume party, Sae-Chan,” He leans against the table, “who isn't?”

His sharp teeth aren't for show, his very words drip with poison, not because of their meaning but because of the tone behind them. He skewers a grape from the fruit bowl and brings it up to his lips before continuing:

“At least I'm looking hot while doing it…” 

And the thing is, Sae can't exactly dispute that statement… It's not like he hasn't noticed the way those bandages climb up his well built legs, frame his perfectly shaped ass. His face and hair are just as unruly as usual, gelled antennas covering long, blonde eyelashes. Sae watches the man bite down into that piece of fruit, thinking, god, it's not a good sign for him to be getting turned on by the execution of such a mundane action.

“Little monster, why don't you help me pass the time a bit?”

Ryusei practically gleams.

Oliver Aiku whistles, alerting them both of his presence. He's dressed as Frankenstein. For a defensive player, he sure does excel at ambushing. 

“Boys, won't you do us all a favour and get an actual room this time?” he suggests offhandedly as he fills himself a disposable cup of coke. Sae raises a sceptical brow when the young captain pulls a flask out of his jacket and tops his drink off with what appears to be pure vodka. 

“Yeah?” Shidou asks, but he doesn't seem to be trying anything. Maybe he's got more respect for Oliver than he does for the rest of his competitors in Blue Lock, or maybe this man is just too large for him to size up, but he doesn't even attempt his usual antics or intimidation.

 “You got a place in mind?”

Itoshi looks between them, suddenly regretting his very decision to pull up at the punch-bar. Their little affair is far from slick, but having it aired out completely is a whole other ball game. 

“Well, duh, i guess!” Aiku scoffs, pulling a keychain out of his pocket and spinning it on his index finger. “Just don't take too long… I've still gotta fix myself another smoke in there.” 

“Oh shit!” Ryusei looks like he's struck gold. He lunges for the keys as Oliver directs them, it's just a small storage room beneath the staircase to the roof… Sae doesn't know what to expect. 

Still he supposes it had been his Idea in the first place. Shidou tugs him along by the cape, practically asking for a beating.

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Somewhere along the line they both end up at a thick door that reads private, it's full of cleaning supplies. Shidou locks them into the dark room, muttering something about Halloween and he flinches at the sudden brightness that surrounds them when Sae finds the lightswitch. It's the sort of luminosity which you'd find at a hospital, unfiltered, it creates a thick aura that ghosts their bodies. 

Itoshi stands across from his tall frame, gripping the tattered costume in his palms, testing its elasticity. Beneath the fabric, Shidou's chest is completely bare… much as Sae had expected, he's wearing a pair of black boxers and that's about it. Someone should file a lawsuit against him.

“Hey, aren't you supposed to be a vampire?” It's like it finally clicks for the man. 

“No fucking shit,” Sae spits back. The vulgarity is enough to make that tall nudist-in-the-making throw his head back and laugh.

“Okay then,” do as you please. Shidou tugs the unruly bunch of bandages down from around his neck. “You should suck me dry…” 

Sae sneers at the idea, but he doesn't dispute it. He pushes his companion's head to the side and lunges into that delicate skin. 

Shidou groans out as he's devoured, Sae's tongue is warm and wet, his teeth are sharp. The suction of his lips creates big red marks, tender to the touch, and he goes over them till they all join to make a pattern. 

“Fuck,” Ryusei murmurs when that mouth bites down harder, threatening to draw blood from the little bruises it's created. He runs his hands through that magenta hair, tugging at it encouragingly. He's gonna leave this room looking like a real monster, then there won't be any qualms about where it was that they disappeared to. 

Sae's hands slide down his waist, towards his growing boner, pressing down on it and furthering the blood flow. He pulls off of Shidou with a gasp and a proud grin, something rare and oh so hot. Shidou smirks back at him, grinding forward dangerously. 

“Shit, Sae, can you feel me throbbing? I'm gonna explode~”

He feels that hand squeeze his shaft, like a warning, a painful ‘shut up’ accompanied by another familiar grimace.

They drop at the same time, clearly with the same plans in mind, but Sae makes it to the ground first. He pushes Shidou off balance and the man falls backwards with a loud thud, his ass hitting the cold tile floor. He pulls his companion on top of him, that cape flipping forward to cover their faces. 

Sae's eyes glint, it's odd… it nearly looks like interest, joy. 

“Stay down,” he instructs. Ryusei lowers his head to the ground as Itoshi clambers across his body, stopping when he's kneeling just above his crotch. 

Two firm hands make their way up Sae's shorts, squeezing the muscles in his thighs, massaging the thin layer of fat. 

They haven't got time for all of this foreplay, Sae thinks, pulling a condom out of his pocket. He's just glad he'd come prepared. He flicks Shidou's dick and it jolts back to life, its owner gasping at the stimulation. Then he pulls that sorry excuse for a costume down to reveal its shape, large and plump with a shiny, crimson tip and a vein that pulses visibly. He nearly feels sorry when he pushes the semi-transparent condom over it, pumps it from the base and listens to the loud faps of the lubricated silicone. 

Shidou's eyes are foggy, glazed over by a thick layer of lust and his lips are still wet from the last time he'd licked them.  

Sae finally unbuckles his belt, pulls his pants a fraction of the way down and kneels over that cock. To say he's not excited is to lie, it's the highlight of his day, the only good thing to come out of the sorry excuse for a Halloween party… he tries not to let it show as he bends down, slowly swallowing up that huge dick, feeling it creep up his tense ass, the condom cold and slippery. Eventually he bottoms out, tensing around its solid shape, feeling the warmth of Shidou's skin against his own. 

They groan in unison as he grips those bandages, clinging onto the for support as he slides back up, leaning back until it reaches his sweet spot. He shudders when it sends a satisfying shock through his abdomen. 

“Yeah, that's it,” Ryusei sighs, shutting his eyes, grabbing that stupid cloak that hands from Sae's neck. The tight ribbon pulls him down, clamping around his throat but he doesn't care, he breathes through the tension. 

“Oh, fuck–” Shidou swallows down hard as Sae gains momentum, bouncing up and down, the wet crumples of the silicone condom filling the room with his every movement. He can feel that dick filling him up, stretching out his hole, hitting his G-spot. He's in control of every thrust and he's getting used to the power. 

He lets out his own moans, albeit lower than those of his partner. He can't resist that pleasure, he's human at the end of the day. He can feel the muscles in his legs stretching, his own dick tensing, the orgasm creeping up on his from behind. 

When Shidou wraps those hands around his waist, he grips them within his own, bringing them towards his face, biting down on the tips of his fingers and sucking hard. He catches Shidou's gaze and locks it with intent, as though telling him: 'watch, remember this moment' like he does the rest. Ryusei would never turn down such an offer, he holds the side of Sae's cheek, his thumb still deep within the grasp of his lips, his outstare completely fixated. 

“Agh– Shit,” Sae mercilessly fucks himself, at full speed now, enjoying the expression across from him more than the sensation deep inside of his chest. He knows how close Shidou is, he's learnt to tell the feign cries from the real thing and they're both reaching their peak. He runs his fingers beneath that gauze, over those hard pecs, squeezing the hard nipples which lie there. 

That pushes Ryusei over. He tenses as Sae latches down on top of him, chasing his own dry orgasm, both of their heads hanging back as they finish together with a series of weak, breathless gasps. 

Shidou doesn't need to see the cum to know Sae has orgasmed, the sudden spasms he feels drawing in around his dick are enough of a sign, even as his cock sways dryly between his legs. Still, he continues to ride, coming to a slow halt before he draws himself off of Shidou.

He continues to sit on his companion as he catches his breath.

“Admit it, Sae-Chan,” Shidou smirks up at him, caught in the moment, pulling his wet hand back because he knows what he's about to say will raise the risk of him having his fingers bitten off. 

“You love this ♪”

Sae pulls his pants back up, his slowly deflating dick still sensitively rubbing against the fabric. He leans forward, kissing Shidou rather than answering. He hums into those lips as they exchange saliva. 

“Whatever,” he says when they break for air. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

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Itoshi Sae is indifferent to just about everything in his life. He'd left his emotions behind when he reached adulthood, somewhere in Madrid when he realised how useless they were. If he hasn't truly got the power to control things, why should he care about them in the first place?

That is true for a majority of what he deals with, but not everything… not Shidou Ryusei and not his own goddamn publicity agent. 

He's angry as fuck. After multiple requests, his manager has gone and pulled a fast one, booked Sae a flight to Spain next Tuesday afternoon, and he can't be bothered. It means squashing all of the press interviews into one morning, then clambering aboard an aircraft mid-day and flying for thirteen hours. It means leaving the comfort of his homeland again, going back to training with foreigners in a broken English, the only thing they all seem to have in common.  

If he'd admit it, the idea of flying off after a month of getting to know Japan's most explosive striker also isn't a fond one. 

They still have stuff they need to sort out. 

“Motherfucker,” he slams the door shut angrily, expecting his room to be empty. Instead, his roommate's eyes dart up to meet his own, piqued by a sudden curiosity.  

Sae doesn't want to deal with him, because it would mean dealing with himself first. 

Shidou on the other hand, is always glad to be dealt with. He's looking especially devious today, he immediately stands up and prances across the room. 

“Don't,” Sae reiterates, raising his finger in warning. “Don't try me.“

Naturally, Ryusei is far from deterred. 

“Wow, you might actually explode this time!” That devil says, circling him like a fly. 

“Who was it? I'm impressed, I've been trying to get a reaction out of you for ages. ♪ Who's the lucky man?”

Sae swats him off. “Can you get the fuck out of my face?” 

The answer to that is an obvious no. For the world, the very notion of giving him a break seems to be foreign. 

Shidou leans in, grinning up and close, an antagonist to the core. Their noses just barely graze. “Can I?... Well, I don't wanna, though ♪”

Sae's heart skips a beat. They're at kissing distance… he glares at Shidou, who doesn't back off and finally, he reaches his limit. 

He doesn't kiss Ryusei, no. He punches him in the hip, hitting bone and it sends a shooting pain through his fist. He'd never learnt self defence, never thought he needed to. 

Shidou creeps in, backing him up towards the wall. When he grabs Itoshi by the wrist he's violently brushed off. 

“Ooh!” Sae elbows him in the rib, enjoying the little seethe it stirs from the man, before he's thrown onto the floor. 

It's clear who has the upper hand. As Shidou pounces on him, pinning him to the ground, he breathes experience. The way he twists Sae's limbs until his skin begins to burn from the friction, how he seems unaffected by however many blows he takes himself. As they wrestle each other for dominance, their frustrations seem to change shape. 

Itoshi manages to secure himself around his companion's waist, straddling it as he pummels him repeatedly. He nearly feels a tinge of joy as his fists beginning to burn, unfamiliar to the sensation, if his knuckles are throbbing then he can't fathom the pain he's inflicting on the man below him. 

“Fuck,” Shidou's grinning wide, his pupils blown and his pulse running. “Ah– that's good ♡”

What?... 

Sae feels his heart begin to race, drawing loops in his chest as he feels Shidou's suddenly prominent boner poke against him. His head feels so light, spinning in a mixture of lust and rage. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He bites out desperately as he presses his knee into Ryusei's stomach, gripping him by the collar and lifting him just an inch off of the ground. 

Shidou just runs his hand down Sae's front, lingering over his crotch, squeezing his dick. 

Fuck– 

Sae grabs a fistful of bleached blonde hair as he leans down to ravage those bruised lips that invite him in oh so willingly. Their mixed saliva tastes of blood and their tongues swirl loudly, and as he bites down on that tender flesh, Ryusei grinds enthusiastically into him, savouring the pain. 

This is what he needs. It's what he wants, what they've both been looking for, perhaps even for years. It's frustration pent up from losses and missed opportunities. It's boredom from an unremarkable life, a need to leave a mark on the world with no real possibility of doing such a thing. 

“Safe word,” Sae growls from above Shidou, but he just stifles an obnoxious laugh at the mere idea. 

“Don't need one~”

It's not for you, Sae doesn't dare reply. He grips that cocky face between his hand, squeezing his throat just enough to get a reaction.

 “Safe word,” he repeats.

Shidou swallows and Sae can feel the saliva struggle to slip down beneath the pressure of his palm. “Vanilla! Vanilla--” 

Good, he thinks, because he shouldn't be worrying about why his companion chose such a stupid word, or if it's of any actual importance… because it's no use wrapping his head around Ryusei's vocabulary when his actions speak dimensions louder. 

He drops his grip, patting Shidou lightly on the cheek as he nods.

 “Fair enough,” he says apathetically, or as apathetically as he can manage. 

“Damn, Sae-Chan– you better fuck the shit outta me ♪” he groans and Sae feels it tickle his ear. He will, he can feel the urge grip him whole, tearing free from his core and riding the waves of heat that target his dick. 

“Shut up,” he stills, furrowing his brows as he slaps Shidou across the face. The loud noise rings through their room, followed by a small cackle. He should have known from the beginning that this sort of stuff would turn his odd companion on, all that unnecessary violence and antagonism was a sure sign. 

He practically rips the clothes from that toned body, taking in the blemishes left behind by his fists. Ryusei's skin is by no means delicate, the marks will disappear within an hour… he wishes they wouldn't as he lunges again. 

Shidou curls instinctively around Sae as those teeth tear into his muscles, drawing blood that blots beneath his skin like an array of purple petals. He pulls away, breathing heavily as he discards his own pants, those teal eyes of his never ceasing their threatening glare. 

He doesn't know in what way Shidou had prepared in advance, but that doesn't matter. He bends the taller man's legs up against his chest, spreads that meaty ass open and pushes in almost immediately, almost as roughly as he can, till he feels resistance against his dick. 

Ryusei groans out, gripping Sae by the shoulders and clawing through the pale skin that lines his back. He's still smiling though, through the pain and it stirs an odd mixture of love and hate from deep inside of him. Even after all of this, it's not too much? Even after he's nearly beat that man bloody, he yearns for more? 

Sae bites down on the inside of Ryusei's thigh and hears a coarse whimper as he fucks him raw and dry, aiming deep into his g-spot, bruising him all the way through. It won't be a long affair, he thinks as he rises to meet those glossy, sharp eyes again. 

“Fuck, Sae–” Shidou cries when a pale hand squeezes down hard on his balls, when those beautifully scraped knuckles wrap around his dick, applying pressure that sinks straight to his abdomen. That cock now slides almost smoothly in and out of him, lubricated by precum.

Sae picks up the speed when he feels Shidou teeter over his edge, rising back up to devour his chest, leaving indents of his teeth behind on that tanned skin, patches of redness lathered up in saliva. 

He groans, jerking Ryusei's cock until he feels it spasm, thumbing the tip as it spurts out thick ropes of semen. As he thrusts back against the tight walls that close in around his dick, he raises his hands to finally wrap around that thick Adams apple, and as he applies pressure to Shidou's neck, he feels the pleasure of an unlikely orgasm overpower his frustration. 

As he finishes coming deep inside, he presses down hard against his companion's jugular, a strained moan accompanying the action. 

Sae's head drops slackly as he comes back to his senses, quickly realising where he'd ended up. He pulls Shidou's back off of the floor and grips him hard, in what can only be described as a hug. 

“That was good,” he mutters truthfully into Shidou's ear. 

“I've been waiting weeks to see you explode,” comes the reply, just as fiercely as usual. “I can't say you disappointed ♪”

He's not gonna live it down…

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“What are you looking at?” 

Itoshi Sae, renowned player for the feline sports championships of 2019, is perched on the wrong side of his balcony railings, his tail dangling over the edge of the soffit. Is Shidou Ryusei really to blame for ogling him through his open window? 

They've played together once in the mixed units and it has to be the fondest memory he has from his game repertoire. To fight alongside a midfielder who at long last fits his level, who truly understands what he's thinking. 

Well… socially speaking, they could both use some work. He'd been benched recently for physical violence on the court, while Sae outright refuses to work with anyone. 

When Ryusei leans out of his window, he picks up a whiff from Sae's direction that sends a spark of allurement up his spine. The prominent, beastial ears sticking out of his head move along with the noise of passing cars on the road. 

“If I say it's you, you're not allowed to wander off till I've finished my smoke, deal?” 

Well, that's not really how deals work, it's not like Itoshi will get anything worthwhile out of this arrangement. Still, as he surveys that man's demeanour, his loud and obnoxious expression, he finds himself easily persuaded to stay. 

“Fine,” he mutters beneath his breath. They've been neighbours for at least three months, it's not like he's never picked up on Shidou's advances. It's never normal for an animal to wag its tail every time a stranger passes him by, then look back and laugh as they watch him leave.

 As much as Sae shows disdain, he can't hide the way his face lightens up just a fraction, his pupils blowing out to better see that face in the dark night. 

Shidou licks his lips… he's not slick and apparently, he's not trying to be. He motions for Sae to come closer and hesitantly, the Feline accepts his invitation, clambering over the ridges of the building with expertise in order to reach him. 

“Wow~ so obedient ♪ one would think that you're a Canine.”

Sae rolls his eyes, but he has to admit that whatever this is, it's better than the false respect he gets from his coaches and teammates. 

“What do you want? What is it that you couldn't tell me from over there?”

Like it's not apparent. Like Itoshi can't smell the pheromones in the air, settling on his skin and beginning to infect him too. Shidou snubs the end of his cigarette and flicks it away, closes the distance between them until he has nowhere else to go. 

“Have you ever fucked a wolf?” He asks blatantly, a wicked grin on his face, which is inches away from Sae's own. He hasn't, of course not, he barely ever sleeps around… but as it seems, that won't change. This man before him is no dog. From up close, it's obvious that he's a hyena, the thin pelt that lines his neck is spotted, even after being bleached a pale blonde and the naturally coloured fur that fades over his hands is a striped brown. 

“Stand down,” Sae demands, avoiding the question altogether. His voice is low and as he creeps away, the drop suddenly feels further than it was before. Shidou lets out a high pitched cackle, moving back so that they're once again at a comfortable speaking distance. 

“Ooh! You're feisty, I like that ♪” he runs his hands through his vibrantly dyed hair. “How long has it been since someone got under your skin? Since you really exploded?”

The concrete under Sae's hand crumbles and he readjusts, hanging onto the side of Shidou's window. 

“A while…” he answers hesitantly. “There's no point in getting angry at things that don't really matter.” 

“Yeah?” Ryusei's eyes are so bright and sharp, his eyelashes long and light in contrast to the black markings beneath his eyelids. They dissect him with their glare. “You're a shitty liar, Itoshi Sae ♪ I bet you'd love to just burst.”

But he's not lying, he doesn't have to. There's nothing in his life that brings him much joy, especially not football, which takes up a majority of his time. 

He begins to suspect they're not talking about rage any longer, but he decides to circle back to that notion later.

“Whatever,” he leans back against the wall, and as he does so, the tiny ramp he's balanced on begins to crack. 

Fuck, he thinks, gripping Shidou's windowpane, but the plastic breaks beneath his touch. He's fallen plenty of times, it's in his nature to climb up where nobody will find him, but this is just crazy… he won't survive the drop. 

He gets ready to jump, in hopes he'll make it back to the edge of his balcony, but there's no time for him to aim. He feels the adrenaline rush up his body, his veins fuelled by pure fear. 

“Whoah!” Ryusei wraps his firm arms around Sae's torso, quickly pulling him through the opening. They both land on the floor of his room, their hearts beating in unison. 

Sae catches his breath, his pulse still quicker than it should be and he re-evaluates his prior steps, trying to understand what he'd messed up. He probably shouldn't have clambered over in the first place, his venture cocky and worthless in the scheme of things. 

“I guess you owe me one,” 

No I don't, Sae would say, if not for this guy, he'd still be at his usual spot on the edge of his balcony, but he stops himself. He's slowly realising that he might want to owe him, that way they'd have a reason to keep hanging out. 

“Hey...” Ryusei pipes up again from behind him. “If you fell, would you have landed on your feet?”

Sae sighs. “No,” that only works for actual cats, not beast-men. He flips himself around, in hopes of getting up, but he just turns to face the scavenger before him, with that joyous look on his face. He's absolutely entrapped in those greedy eyes, they read a simple ‘what do you say?’ 

‘You know you want to…’ 

Itoshi still for a moment, before hesitantly closing the distance, licking a stripe from Ryusei's slightly parted lips up to the tip of his nose. That Hyenoid has been caught off guard, his expression making Sae's heart leap in his chest as it fills with butterflies. He shouldn't be doing this, it's unprofessional and scandalous… 

As his tail flicks in the air anxiously, he leans back down and the greedy mouth below him happily obliges in a wet, open kiss. Shidou trails a cold hand up his shirt, running his fingers through the pelt that lines his back and his spine leans into the touch even as it goes against the natural direction of his fur.

 He's surrounded by that intoxicating scent, the flavour of tobacco mixing with his spit, Shidou's sharp and jagged teeth pricking his rough tongue. He doesn't want to part for breath even when he feels himself grow lightheaded, overcome by a lust he hasn't felt in years. 

“Ooh, are you purring?” 

Well, it's not in his control really, he doesn't go around getting heavy pettings very often. He draws back, his face red and his throat vibrating quietly. 

“It's not funny,” he mutters, embarrassed. Shidou leans up to sniff his nape, a grin on his lips, he leaves a trail of wetness that runs down Sae's collar. 

“No, it's insanely hot– Shit, I'm going crazy!” 

They both tense, caught off guard by the sudden quality of affection in the atmosphere. Shidou pushes his antennas off of his forehead, laughing at the expression on his companion's face. 

Fine, Sae thinks. It doesn't matter what goes on here, he'll eventually disappear back to Madrid and leave it all behind again. He should at least enjoy himself a bit more before he goes. They're both hard, their dicks rutting against each other hopelessly from beneath their pants and Itoshi is longing to see what that man beneath him is hiding, he's longing to devour that body whole. 

“Fuck– I'm throbbing! I'm thrumming!” Shidou huffs out nearly desperately as Sae disappears downward, trying to tug his shirt away, but they both have to sit up in order for him to get it off. Finally, through his worked up state, Sae catches a glimpse of the room into which he had fallen. There's a double bed in the middle, a desk littered with snack wrappers, a messy closet and a rolled up, tiger-print yoga mat that pops out vibrantly from the corner. 

“Hey– Don't get distracted, Sae-Chan ♪” Shidou bites down on his jugular, he lets out a low groan. “Eyes on me, gorgeous~” 

And he's so insanely turned on, and he shouldn't be, he's above that… but still, he curls into the warmth of Shidou's bare chest, peppered with thin, soft fur that outlines his prominent muscles. Sae wants to get lost in it. He kneels down in front of that tanned body, tugging on the pair of pants hiding that glorious shaft. 

The trail of fur on Ryusei's stomach leads to a dark and long cock that curves slightly upwards and contracts in response to the sudden stimulation, when Sae drags his barbed tongue along its tip. 

Shidou's abdomen clenches as Sae lowers down, the magenta ears which stick through his hair twitching as he struggles to swallow that lengthy dick. He judders around that member as a pair of hands slide beneath the fabric covering his ass, groping him roughly.

Encouraged by Shidou's gasps and moans, he bobs his head up and down, his mouth and throat completely full. He tries to stay focused, but as his companion wraps one hand around the base of his tail and pokes a long, slightly wet finger through the ring of his anus, he can't help but get distracted by the pleasure. Deep inside of his abdomen, he feels the contractions of his g-spot as it's prodded slowly, roughly, the finger joined by another the moment he becomes accustomed to the sensation. 

“Fuck–” Shidou tugs Sae's tail and a jolt of satisfying pain trails up his spine. He can barely breathe around that dick, which throbs in his mouth, getting ready to gush out as he sucks down soppily. Ryusei's hips instinctively thrusting forward to meet him halfway through each motion. His knees part further, leaving him completely dependent on the man's grasp as a third knuckle enters his ass, thrusting in and out with the rest, curling into the spot that makes his balls throb.

“Hey! God– Sae-Chan ♡” Shidou's knees begin to shake. He retracts his hands, leaving Sae's hole uncomfortably empty in order to grip him by the ears, arousing a loud, sensitive whine from him the moment his mouth pops off of that dick. Before he can say anything, Shidou immediately devours those used lips within his own, their teeth clashing as he tries to reach as deep as he can. 

As they tousle around, both thrusting desperately against each other and staining whatever's left of their clothes with a mixture of precum, Ryusei backs Sae against the wall. He fully discards that feline’s pants, pressing those pale legs apart with his own so that they're aligned.

They both gasp for air. 

Itoshi's dick fades into a deep cherry pink, glistening, it's so small in comparison to Shidou's that it leaves him utterly embarrassed. His companion laughs at his expense as he spits into his palm, grabbing them both at the base before using his free hand to continue his pursuit through Sae's ass. Sae can only grab him by the shoulders as they bite down on each other's lips, he's being brought towards an orgasm like he's never had, one he can feel throughout his whole body. Each and every one of his senses is involved, he might as well be breathing Shidou like oxygen.

He breaks free from their kiss and gasps into that Hyenoid’s shoulder as his abdomen tenses, the knot deep inside of it coming undone.

As he comes, he continues to ride the fingers deep inside of him. 

Shidou bites down on his neck as he joins him with a much louder, more expressive orgasm, a big splash of semen shooting out of his dick and splattering against their chests. 

Sae writhes beneath that grasp when the touch begins to overwhelm him and Ryusei stops immediately, sinking against his chest.

“You better stay tonight, I wanna know how many more explosions you've got left in you ♪” he laughs, still out of breath, feeling Sae's own rapid heart beat against his head. 

Sae sighs, almost completely wrecked.

He doesn't know how he's gonna wake up for practice tomorrow. 

“at least let me shower first.”

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Off of the field, Shidou and Sae are nearly inseparable under the pretence of training together. Of course, many could argue that after two hours on the football court, there's not much left to train. Dinner together is not training and neither is sharing a shower… They've got in the habit of living every waking hour in each other's company, which is fine, only, people are catching on. 

Oliver Aiku knows the world of courting and he knows the world of soccer, and so he knows it's not exactly normal to be flirting in the locker room or coming to practise late. If anything, he's enjoying this little experiment he sees before him, of Shidou Ryusei testing the famous Itoshi Sae's limits. 

He doesn't miss those acute slaps that the explosive man manages to land on his moody counterpart’s behind. 

“Fucking watch it, you nasty demon,” he hears as they all leave the stadium, and his eyes dart to Shidou's hand being twisted up and away from Sae's ass. Sendo pulls a disgusted frown. He just shrugs his shoulders, what is he supposed to do about it?

He'll go poaching for chicks later and hopefully get some action of his own. 

Shidou's already sprawled out across the couch when Sae arrives, munching on some bougie baked snack he's never seen in his life. He's already showered, wearing a pair of lounging clothes that really compliments his frame. Shidou can't help but ogle him as he trots past the television. He leans down to pick up the remote, so close to Ryusei's face that he's expecting something else. His pulse begins to race, his expression shifting into a thin grin as he thinks, ‘there's no way that wasn't on purpose. 

He complains when Sae switches the TV off, like he hasn't been focusing on his phone rather than reading the Japanese subtitles at the bottom of the screen. 

“You fucker, I was watching that!” 

“Yeah right,” Itoshi mutters, calling his bullshit. 

Shidou spreads his legs out, sinking into the couch. He rolls his eyes. “you better make it up to me later.” 

Sae tosses the remote away, turning back around. He glares at his companion. 

“Who says we're waiting till later?” he asks dryly. 

Well, if not later, than they can always start now. His expression doesn't exactly spell lust though, it's more akin to one of frustration. Shidou knows he's the culprit but he's by no means feeling guilty. his advances all day weren't the type that could be smoothed so easily under the rug. He could have kept his hands to himself or spared some of the comments he'd made at his partner's dispense, but then, what's the fun in that? 

He looks up, not even trying to hide his lack of remorse… he's glad with how things are turning out.

 Sae leans over him, running a smooth hand up his thigh and squeezing down on the thick muscle. The way that those firm fingers massage his tender leg makes it nearly impossible not to let out a low, sultry groan. 

Then when Ryusei tilts his head forward, ready for a kiss which might speedrun their foreplay, his companion pulls back abruply and claps his hands as though cleaning them of the situation. 

Those eyes are looking colder than usual, however, they're not as distant. Shidou knows what's going on here, he's been waiting for it to happen for ages. 

Sae's angry. If it were anyone else, Shidou would already be sizing him up for a fight, but it's not, and so he knows that if he plays his cards right, he might get a prize worth more than a bloody nose. 

He laughs, his pupils as thin as pinpricks and his teeth long and sharp, dripping with acid. He teases, “Is this about the hickeys on your neck? Sae-Chan, you know I can't help it if I get carried away~”

“Well, maybe next time I just won't let you near me…” 

Shidou would like to see him try. 

“Next time– You mean now, right? I'm gonna explode all by myself at this rate ♪”

Sae sighs, readjusting, he looks like he's contemplating something. 

“What, You still not sure we should be fucking? Isn't it a bit late for that?”

Ugh, he's so vulgar at times… 

“I'm not sure you deserve it,” Sae grumbles. He has to admit he enjoys teasing the man, even if it's clear who'll win in the end. He isn't a slave to anyone, especially not his own libido. Shidou's eyes widen, caught off guard by the threat. 

“Hey, i wasn't that bad, today! Didn't even beat any slimes up…” 

He leans forward, grabbing Itoshi's hand, but even when playing he can't hide the devilish glint in his eyes. 

“C'mon, Sae-Chan ♪ I'll let you take the lead~”

Admittedly, that is tempting. He's been meaning to try something new… his resolution crumbles but his poker face doesn't, he looks down rather scornfully, into those large, bright pink eyes. 

“I'm holding you to that, Shidou Ryusei.”

“Oh yeah–” his companion practically moans. “please be rough, I love that side of you ♡”

Well, rough is a relative term. Shidou is fairly disappointed when his partner orders him to kneel over, so that he's hugging those thighs. Sae is only semi hard, his dick already creating a tent that grazes Ryusei's elbow in passing. The position works his ab muscles, as he tries with great effort to keep his back straight. 

“Good boy,” Sae whispers into his ear, tucking a few pale strands of blonde behind his ear for him, it sends a shiver up his spine. 

“God, if people knew how much of a tease you were…”

One of those pale hands traces across the side of his body, stroking all the way from his left shoulder down to the underside of his leg, right below his ass. The motion repeats itself again and again, slow and steady, his arms beginning to shake as they support him, he's getting restless.

Sae hums along. He's ogling the body of this man he's slowly managing to tame, taking in its perfect shape. As his shirt creeps up his frame, it exposes the ridges of prominent muscle that line his abdomen. A hip bone juts out just slightly and creates a shadow that leads down towards his crotch. It's everything you'd expect from a soccer player on his level. 

“I don't need them knowing anything about me. They're just a bunch of lukewarm idiots anyway…” 

And Ryusei chuckles, turning his head. Those antennas obscure his arrogant expression.  

“Are you admitting that I'm better than them?” 

Ah, Sae averts his gaze, he'd been led into that trap like an absolute fool. 

“Shut up,” he mutters before grabbing ahold of Shidou's pants and yanking them down, successfully redirecting his attention. 

That ass is remarkable. It perks up solidly, begging to be squeezed. The plump flesh jiggles just slightly whenever Shidou laughs, further enticing him to savour its presence.

“Ooh!” comes that teasing voice when he grabs ahold of that rear, squeezing a clump of muscle strongly between his fingers. He doesn't miss the way Shidou's dick jumps at the sensation, already throbbing between his legs. 

“I knew you had a thing for my ass, Sae-Chan ♪”

Sae responds by drawing his hand away before planting a reasonably light slap against his left ass cheek. Still, the shrill clap rings through the room, followed by a shudder that slips through Shidou's mouth. 

The action is addictive. He can't help but spank that firm skin, harder every time, hoping to leave a deep red mark over the tanned surface. 

Ryusei lets out a series of sharp yelps and gasps, the initial thrill doesn't fade, it's simply joined by a painful sensation which shoots down his legs as Sae switches from side to side. He anticipates the next impact and yet it still catches him off guard.

“Fuck–” he says as his arms become weak. His whole body is pulsing with adrenaline, the pain fading into pleasure. He folds over his elbows, his face completely red, his eyes glazed over and his lips threatening to spill out all of the saliva quickly gathering in his mouth. 

Sae huffs out what can only be a triumphant chuckle. He's rock hard and so is Shidou, whose dick drips with precum as it sways, hitting his thighs and stomach. 

“If everyone else knew how kinky you were—”

That cold man bites back admittedly, “they Don't,”

He smacks Ryusei's ass again and he groans, resting his forehead against Sae's thigh. 

“It's just you, you devil.”

“ngh–” Shidou doesn't know if his body is reacting to the impact of Sae's palm or of his words. He's absolutely ecstatic, he's gotten an explosion out of the man, even if it's just a small one.

“Oh yes! Sae, you're the best, it's like you were made for me~” 

Sae leans forward to plant a tender kiss on his companion's shoulder, his eyelashes fluttering against that golden skin. He draws his free hand up, Shidou jolting as it wraps around his neglected dick, milking him thoroughly from below as he squeezes the throbbing skin of his rear.

“Wait, shit, ahgh–” as the already loose spring unwinds, Shidou can't help but reach the orgasm he's been headed towards from the start. His toes curl and his balls spasm, and with a loud, desperate moan, he cums, the semen leaking straight down onto Sae's pants. 

Sae wrings the last few drops of pleasure out of his partner's cock before letting go as it goes limp in his grasp. He slaps that asscheek one last time, just lightly, then draws back. 

Shidou flops down, laying his head on Sae's lap as he catches his breath, his legs still shaking. Those delicate fingers wreathe through his hair, shooting tingles straight through his brain.

“Sae-Chan,” he breathes out tiredly. “You're so good to me ♡”

Sae hums, smiling to himself just a fraction. 

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Sae Itoshi doesn't know what he's doing. He stirs awake in the middle of the night, feeling something akin to lust rise up his abdomen, creeping in to set upon his heart. He shouldn't be like this, it's beneath him. 

Shidou Ryusei is cradled in his arms, blissfully asleep. It's different, seeing him so relaxed. The creases around his eyes are gone, that smirk wiped off of his ever-teasing face. He's so exposed, no longer desperate for attention and yet his arms are still so firm, wrapped strongly around Sae's waist. Sae wishes they weren't, just that pressure is enough to leave him weak. He wants so much to simply stay like this, but no matter how hard he tries to fall back asleep, that desire won't leave him be. 

He recalls Shidou telling him once, he'd accept him no matter what… he'd meant it physically and Sae just rolled his eyes, insisting he calm down. Well, now he's not so sure he should have, although something tells him that that's enough of an excuse for whatever he does next. Some warped, twisted part of his brain even tries to convince him that Ryusei is the sort to enjoy having his body used.

And well, that's not so hard to believe. They've been finding it harder to keep their hands to themselves lately. 

Sae creeps his warm hand across that soft, tanned cheek, rubs his neck. He'd love so bad for those eyes to flicker open, but they don't. He trails his thumb over those relaxed lips.

Fuck– He's not helping himself at all, his dick throbs achingly against that warm body. He doesn't even truly seek relief, he wants to touch, wants to smell the soap lingering on Shidou's skin and taste that distinct flavour he's become so familiar with. 

 He draws in, nuzzling into his companions shoulder. He can do whatever he wants and Shidou won't know, he can truly, openly love the man and not be afraid of showing it. Part of him knows that's wrong… 

He crawls out of that warm grasp, disappearing beneath the cover until he reaches a pair of slack knees. They slide open easily, Shidou readjusting when his back meets the bed, but he doesn't stir furthermore. Sae knows he's still asleep, his stomach rising and falling slowly with every deep breath that he takes. 

They both sleep in their underwear because it's that time of year where they might wake up sweating if they don't. In the dim room, beneath the blanket, he feels his way towards gold. 

Sae slides Ryusei's boxers down and focuses on the shadow his limp dick casts over his thighs.

 A pang of embarrassment seeps across his chest. Has he really stooped this low? Has he finally become a slave to his lust? 

He tugs the duvet cover off of his head, exposing Shidou's bare body to the room, and he sits on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. He can stop now, no- he should stop now, but the curiosity will forever be there, along with the knowledge of how far he'd gotten before he gave up. 

He glances back at the sleeping man, long, bright eyelashes fanning over his cheeks, hair unkempt and falling over his face. 

He'll do it, he decides, and depending on the result, he'll have to choose between admitting his guilt or being called out on it directly. He's not afraid of what Shidou will say because he knows the outcome won't be as gruelling as it would be if they were different people, he's simply afraid of the massive blow his pride will take when he admits to the man how much he'd needed him tonight. 

He turns back around, leaning over that tall frame, and he licks his way down that abdomen which contracts beneath his tongue. 

He wets his lips, pushes his magenta hair behind his ear and finally takes ahold of that cock, cool and limp in the clasps of his palm. 

Shidou stirs again, just shortly before setting back in. Even in his sleep though, his body reacts all the same. As Sae softly massages his balls, they pump blood into that dick, which grows to fill his throat. 

He uses his tongue to expertly polish the tip, his every action gentle and cautious. He's savouring the moment, the wet sounds filling their room, unaccompanied by moans and gasps. As he sucks down on all the weak parts he's familiar with, every small nerve that juts out from beneath thin skin, his hands run up and down Ryusei's stomach, petting the thin hair that lines his abs. 

“Sae-Chan,” Shidou whispers into the night. 

Itoshi finds himself stilling completely, swallowing around the base of his companion's dick as his head turns to the side, burying further into the pillow. 

“Look out for the shrapnel…”

He pulls off abruptly when he starts feeling lightheaded, gasping for air as the adrenaline surges through his body. That had been close, he really thought he had been caught.

“idiot,” he growls, unsure who it is that he's targeting with the insult. He must look feral, with his bedhead and his red face and chest, covered with his own warm saliva.

 He wants so badly to bite down on the meat that makes up Shidou's inner thighs, but he can't. Better yet, he wants to see the man come, wants to know if that's possible from such the stupor. 

Sae slurps his cock back down expertly, the salty taste of precum leaking down his throat. Ryusei's legs begin to shake, his abdomen contracting.

Sae knows the man is close, and so is he. As he sucks as hard as he can, he grinds into his palm, trying not to bite down as he moans around that throbbing member.

He lets out a sob as he cums into his hand, his orgasm accompanied by guilt, embarrassment and passion. He'd been so keen in focusing on his companion that it had driven him over the edge, and now overcome with pleasure, he can't focus on the scene unfolding around him.

Shidou's thick thighs jolt, spreading further open around Sae's head. His feet curl into the mattress, his spine contracts, curling upwards. He lets out a soft, guttural groan as he splits his seed deep down inside of that wet, warm throat.

Sae immediately swallows the bitter load before sitting up. He finds Shidou still asleep, the bottom half of his body completely dishevelled. His dick spasms against his stomach. 

Okay, he thinks, unsure of what he should do next. He considers showering, but ends up simply wiping his hand down his thigh. He doesn't want to leave Shidou, even now. He wants to go back to holding his partner, and so he does. He clambers up that sweaty frame, cradles the wide chest before him and tucks his head deep into his neck, covering them both up with the cover.

They wake up the next morning, still in the same position, only their legs are tangled up. As Sae explains the situation: why they're both sticky and with no underwear on, he feels Shidou's boner press down hard against his thigh. That man isn't angry, he's not disgusted... He's shamelessly grinding down, thoroughly been aroused by his companion's actions. Sae peers at the situation through sleep-filled eyes, not even awake enough to truly fathom what's going on, but he's insanely turned on by whatever it is. 

“What are you doing?” He asks Ryusei, his voice raspy.

“oh," comes an answer accompanied by a rough arm that wraps itself around his waist, a hand which teases the rim of his asshole. "This? It's just a bit of payback for getting off without me ♪” 

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“Hey, fuck— I think I might cum as soon as I see you, Sae-Chan ♪”

Shidou Ryusei is sprawled out seductively across his laid bed, wearing a pair of women's underwear picked out especially for him, some lace bralette and a panty covered in tiny bows. He'd be lying if he isn't confident in how he looks though, it really compliments his chiselled frame. 

“You really are shameless at times…” Itoshi Sae utters angrily at him from behind the bathroom door, before slowly pulling it open. 

The last bet they'd made was this, courtesy of that devilish striker, to nobody's surprise. If he scored two goals over the course of ninety seconds, his midfielder would consider one offer made by him. 

Well, Sae could have said no, but that adventurous need to experience the unexpected sure is infectious.

They'd ordered online, separately… according to particular research at Sae's own hand, Ryusei hated surprises, and so it begged the question, why would he want them to keep their orders a secret. Wouldn't he much prefer a real gift? Something worthwhile? Something he could use as a statement, a broad ‘i belong to him!’ 

Well, maybe he was reading into it too much. He never really had an eye for fashion, but this was easy enough. Pick out something that he finds attractive, try to imagine that conniving face on the model. Well, he'd gone with a dark-pink set, more cute than the rest, less scandalous, but now he's noticing it really doesn't matter. 

Shidou makes everything look hot… he'd never tell him that though. His bulge compacts the thin fabric covering his crotch, softly framing his waist and winding halfway across his asscheeks. That bralette is tight around his wide chest, not built for his frame, but it still cushions his pecs, pushing them up to create an effect not unlike that of a push-up bra, creating cleavage in the centre of his collarbones. 

He's looking across at Sae so lovingly that it makes him sick, those eyes wide and his jaw slack. “Wow,” he breathes out. 

Itoshi isn't built for this. He's done modelling jobs, been photographed and ogled by people all around the world, but never in such an exposed state. 

Shidou has him dressed from head to toe in crimson red underwear. A bikini, much more narrow than whatever he'd chosen himself, does nothing to conceal his dick, the tip slipping in and out from beneath its waistband. His ass is barely covered, so that as he walks, he feels nearly naked, his cheeks jiggling with every step. He's got a silk camisole draped over his chest, the shoulder straps digging into his muscled neck. The fabric tickles his nipples whenever he moves, making them hard enough to indent it visibly. 

If that's not enough, Shidou had even picked out a pair of stockings which sit right above his knees, constricting his toes, making his steps feel slippery. 

This is his first time in women's underwear, and he must say, he doesn't understand the appeal. To say he's uncomfortable would be an understatement, he'd much prefer being naked.

Shidou on the other hand, looks like he's found his calling. 

“You can say that again,” his crass companion comments, but Sae mistakes it for a question. 

“You're so gross that it's unbearable,” he mutters cruelly as he closes in, stepping shortly to the bed. Ryusei tips his head into the mattress and laughs, rolling about on the covers. 

“How offensive! Sae-Chan ♪ is this how you treat your women as well?”

What women? He finds himself thinking, he's not usually the sort to go for casual relationships. That whole world is new to him.

“I'm offensive?” He asks, kneeling into the mattress. He crawls up Shidou's tall body, till they're face to face, where he sits with his thighs spread out, framing that plump pair of pecs. “Look at you.” 

Ryusei groans out from beneath him as the air is pushed out of his lungs, immediately drawing his hands up to play with Sae's nylon-glazed calves, squeezing into those sweet, sore muscles. 

“If you were anyone else, you'd already be knocked out cold. it took a lotta effort getting into this thing!” It never really takes much for this man to explode, one wrong word from their team and someone might end up bloody-nosed, and with that, Sae knows all too well that he enjoys some degradation from time to time. 

“I know,” he replies crudely to that last part as he recalls what a struggle it was to get the thin material of the lingerie over his muscles without ripping it in the process. “We're not doing this again though, and I better not find out you're dressing up for anyone else.”

Shidou squeezes his inner thigh. 

“Aw, babe. ♡ Are you getting jealous?”

Well, he doesn't expect that Shidou will find anyone else willing to fuck him the way they do it. 

“Don't call me that,” he dodges the accusation. 

Ryusei just rolls his sharp eyes, his fingers creeping up to tickle Sae's prominent abs, freshly shaven skin lining the tiny pocket of flab stored right below his belly button. A sharp nail teases the space above where his dick is perched, its tip poking out cutely from the waistband of his red bikini bottom.

“shit, Sae, you're really fucking hot–” his eyelashes swoop over his eyes attractively, his expression so obviously deliberate, but it still sends butterflies up Itoshi's stomach, a deep red surging through his cheeks. “I just wanna eat you straight up~”

He spreads his legs and further leans his weight onto that devils torso, his dick spasming hopelessly in the cusp of his tight underwear. It might be easier for Shidou to seduce him when he already feels so bare, to the point where he just wants to bury his burning face into the covers so as to hide his expression.

“Kiss me,” he huffs, leaning forward, although Shidou doesn't need to be told. As they passionately smash their lips against each other, he sneaks his hands beneath that pink bralette, squeezing down. His thumbs flicker over the pair of rough, hard nubs that lie there and he squeezes them between his fingers. 

Their saliva mixes, thinly coating every inch of their mouths, their tongues fighting in the midst as they both try to reach deeper down. Shidou's is longer, more agile, it trails over his molar teeth and up into his throat, tickling the roof of his mouth in the process and hitting all of his erogenous zones. 

They break for air, Sae grinding down desperately, his movements made smooth by his stockings. 

“Holy shit, I'm pumped-- Sae, tell me what to do~”

Oh, how the options are limitless. That man is so pliable beneath his touch, truly up for anything. Itoshi could have him on his knees and begging, or so deep inside each other they'd see stars. 

“Stay where you are,” he decides, and Ryusei sighs. He wants to see that face contour with pleasure as much as he wants to see it plagued with frustration. He readjusts so that his legs are lined back up below that lace bralette. Shidou, somehow understanding his role, draws the band holding his red bikini up, pulling it down to rest beneath his balls. He pulls a face when he sees Sae's dick, a cocky sort of grin. He's always been confident in his body, but now as it props up, pink and shiny amidst a sea of vibrant fabric and golden brown skin, it seems oddly misshapen. In women's underwear, with his pubic hair shaved completely, he feels more effeminate than he'd like. His body suddenly seems dainty, no matter the size or mass. 

Shidou blows a warm gust of wind that hits his crotch, sending a surge of tingles up his spine. 

He leans forward so that his cock rests neatly atop those golden abs, lifting the bra strap so that it's flush against that hot body. Ryusei hasn't exactly got breasts, but he does his best to prop himself in a way that leaves Sae's dick wrapped halfway in soft, plump meat, with his hands squeezing the fat on his chest together so that they concave. 

“How perverted, Sae-Chan ♪” he whistles, suddenly focused on something other than his own lust. Sae hums, he can't exactly refute that claim. He thrusts experimentally into the warmth, slick from body lotion they've both become addicted to using, and immediately lets out a groan. It's not as wet and constricting as Ryusei's asshole would be but not as hard as the palm of his hand. He can feel that heartbeat pumping against him, the rise and fall of Shidou's lungs. However, what he enjoys the most is the view he gets.

Where Shidou watches the dick bob in and out of view, close enough to his face that he can see the tip throbbing open once every few thrusts. Where He can see Sae's abdomen clench and unclench, his upper abs from beneath the draping silk camisole, his face as he finds the perfect rhythm. Sae in turn sees his tight chest contracting beneath the pink fabric, he sees those nipples that repeatedly graze his member, sees the outline of the bones in that neck, asking to be marked. He notices how well Shidou follows the movement with his eyes, licking his lips as he focuses. 

The very scene, the idea that they'd dressed up so nicely for each other, solely for the purpose of sex furthers him to the edge. How scandalous it all is, how misfitting to his character. He grasps his companion's face between his hands and speeds up, staring intently into those bright eyes. His breathing is hard, his dick so very hot from the friction. He could do this forever, in control of when he'll orgasm based on his pace, but he won't. He knows this isn't the end, it might not even be the beginning yet. 

Ryusei draws his lips open and sticks out his tongue, and it's absolutely absurd how much that turns him on, because it shouldn't, it's disgusting… But it does. It's the final push, when Shidou strains his neck, and at the end of every quick thrust, he feels that slippery tongue press against the tip of his dick, creating strings of saliva and precum that quickly break.

“Oh yeah~ Here comes the explosion ♪” Shidou giggles, but Sae's so close he barely even registers it in time. 

“Ngh–” he grips that head of bleached blonde hair, supporting it roughly as he comes, his semen squirting across his companion's throat and landing across his face. As he continues to thrust, the explosion ruins that bralette, staining it as he glides against the fabric, spreading it all across those plump pecs.

 His head suddenly feels so light as he exhales deeply, coming to a halt, landing on his outstretched arm in a way that leaves Shidou's face obscured by his loose red top. He quickly slides his way down, peppering his partner's messy shoulders and neck with soppy, exasperated kisses. As he leans lower, he feels Shidou's rock hard cock twitch beneath its constraint. 

“Your turn,” Sae growls, his glare intense but questioning. Ryusei just chuckles, wiping his face, and Sae wishes he could take it back. Is it so hard to believe he might want to return the favour somehow? Is his willingness amusing?

“What?” He asks when moment passes.

“You're so cute when you cum,” that man says, as vulgarly as usual, but he's being sincere.

 And Sae considers himself a lot of things, but none of them are cute. He feels his chest constrict, caught off guard, his face turning impossibly redder and his lips twitching. He freezes, eyes wide and staring daggers at Shidou.

He's roughly hauled about, flipped so that his back is against the mattress, mirroring where he'd been beforehand.

“What are you doing, you idiot?” He asks. How am I supposed to get you off like this?

Ryusei straddles his hips, rolling down against his sensitive pelvis. He grips the end of Sae's left stocking, stretching it out and when he releases it, the nylon snaps back against his thigh sharply, the midfielder letting out a short, instinctive gasp in response.

Then that demon lets out another crude, much more characteristic laugh.

“Och, come on Sae-Chan, relax~ I'm not done spoiling you yet ♡”...

..."I promise I'll tell you when I'm ready to blast."

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Shidou is really, really hard. As life would have it, he's found himself propped up on the kitchen table, neck long, lips upturned, dick standing proud like some sort of appetiser, but it's being completely neglected. 

Itoshi Sae stands in front of him, petting his hair like that of a dog, running his hands through the pale strands and scratching his scalp. He leans into the touch, shutting his eyes as he enjoys the affection, but it's getting repetitive. He wants more. 

“Sae-Chan, you're enjoying this, aren't you~” 

Well, the cold man's dick pulses, semi hard in front of his face. He lets out a neutral hum, not exactly denying it. His deep emerald gaze is set keenly on him, not in any rush. He sighs. 

“Come on!” Ryusei tries to reach his companion, but his efforts are futile. Sae is in control. “I'm dying to explode ♪ absolutely pulsing! C'mon, give it to me…” 

“Shut up,” Sae growls, clutching those pink ends near his neck And tugging down hard. Shidou lets out a loud, protestful moan and thrusts his hips off of the wooden surface. 

“Motherfucker!--” he retorts, to himself mainly as he runs out of patience. He draws his hand down to his throbbing boner and lets out a long, sultry moan as he begins pumping it strongly between his palm and fingers. The sound fills the room, of his elbow hitting the table, of his legs making it shake and whine under the pressure of his weight. 

Itoshi glosses over his body briefly, stark naked and a deep mixture of brown and red. His nipples are hard, his muscles flexed. He drops his head back down over the side of the counter. 

An arm forcefully pulls his own away just short of an orgasm, tearing the digits from the tip of his dick and instead, Sae guides his companion's hand around his waist, the other one following shortly after, gripping that meat as he draws in. He's close enough for Ryusei to feel that cherry-red dick graze over his lips. That demon can't help but grin greedily before opening them up, stretching his tongue far enough to reach its tip and lap up the drip of cooled precum seeping out of it. 

 “Watch your teeth,” Sae directs before slowly moving forward, and Shidou prepares for impact in time for when that cock enters his mouth, burying itself deeply right off the bat.

Two pale hands secure his neck in place, thumbs trailing over the thin layer of flesh hiding his oesophagus as it expands in accommodation. Upside down, buried to the base so that his balls tickle Shidou's nose, he's long enough to reach halfway down that throat and feel it constrict. 

He draws back out only when Shidou's body starts to struggle, flailing against the wood, and the man gasps for air immediately. He can get used to this, the feeling of control, the idea of fucking his companion slow and steady, so deeply in his mouth that he can feel the flesh inside break and reshape. 

Ryusei catches his breath, his eyes red and his cheeks flushed. His heartbeat is going crazy, caught off guard and he can feel the adrenaline running through his veins in response to the threat of asphyxiation. He sticks his tongue out, asking for more.

Sae's cock enters and exits that throat with a series of loud squelches, too quick for Shidou to wrap his head around, so he simply sucks down, his nose whistling as he tries to breathe through the motion. He's always prided himself in his lack of a gag reflex, but now it might truly be the only thing left keeping him alive. His whole body is burning, his head dizzy and his tears beginning to roll down into his hairline as Sae supports his head, holding it like some sort of toy. 

For all of his efforts though, Itoshi can't help the tinge of worry knitted between his eyebrows, mixed with pleasure and lust. All that Ryusei can do is upturn his filled lips, egging his companion on with a smile. 

They keep on like that, till his throat is raw and his body feels prickly, full of sharp pins and needles. Sae gives him short opportunities to catch his breath, his mouth full of foamy saliva that dribbles down his cheeks. His expression looks completely wrecked, yet somehow joyous as well, psyched up on adrenaline and dopamine which surges through his brain rather than oxygen. 

“Shit, you monster–” Sae leans forward again, this time fully cementing himself within Shidou's throat, so that the man can't even get a moment's break for air. He can feel those hips hit his face with every minute thrust. That pale midfielder draws across his lifted torso, lapping warmly across his chest before biting into the tender skin. He's split between the addictive sense of pain and the sudden, more sensitive pressure of teeth biting down hard. He can barely get a breath in, and his dick is throbbing, and he gurgles a mixture of spit and precum. 

One pale hand flicks his dick downward, the other still wrapped in his hair and that's all it takes for him to ejaculate, exploding as he tries to hang on to lucidity. He just barely registers that Sae had also come, the semen shooting straight down into his stomach and that cock pulsating in his throat. 

He kicks out, struggling again as his companion clambers back up his body.

His mind goes blank, maybe from the post-orgasm bliss or perhaps the lack of oxygen, his head rolling down limply, and he remembers sighing one last time before everything goes black. 

“Fucking idiot,” is the first thing he hears when he wakes up, miraculously on the couch. He's still naked, his neck propped over Itoshi Sae's lap. That man wipes his face down with a damp cloth, his touch tender. 

Shidou's throat croaks when he tries to speak.

“Tell me the truth, Sae-Chan,” he lifts a hand to caress that frowning face, looking deeply into those eyes. “You were worried…” 

Sae bites his lip, he batters those dark Underlashes once or twice, humming. 

“Yeah,” he admits below his breath. 

Ryusei lets out a hoarse laugh, but it quickly turns into a cough. He still grins though, he's won this round after all. He doesn't even try to sit up yet. 

“let's go for another quick round, yeah ♪”

“Not interested,” his companion sighs, looking away. 

“What if we switch positions? I bet my dick can reach all the way down your stomach if I really try~ you don't even have to do much!”

“Fuck off!” Sae finalises, batting those fingers away irritably when they curl around his throat. He doesn't take on challenges he knows he can't handle, one of them has to play the smart one in their relationship. 

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The tides drew in on the secluded beach Itoshi Sae had secured himself, the small plot that nobody sought out, where the currents were too rough to swim in and the sand was made up of sharp shells and stone. He came down to the shore to relax, the sound of waves loud enough to keep his thoughts at bay. If he'd never gotten into soccer, he likes to imagine he'd have become a marine biologist instead, scouring the depths for signs of life.  

As the sun set, he'd find a sense of belonging he'd never felt anywhere else. 

A bright pink flap cut through the foamy surface, the colour unlike that of any fish he'd seen before, and it broke his wistful peace. 

Then a set of arms flailed and he felt his heart climb up into his throat, the dread not unlike that he'd experience if he were seeing a ghost for the first time or a body on the side of the road. If there was a man drowning, wouldn't it be he who was supposed to help? Would that be his responsibility? 

He had selfishly thought that if someone were to die on his favourite shore, he'd never be able to visit it again, and of how awful it would be if he had to scour the land near to his hometown in search for a new place to call his own. And so of course, he found himself stripping down to his boxers and trying to get his socks off before he reached the wet section of the shore. He clambered into the mouth of the vast ocean, which wrapped around his frame coldly, and went deeper yet, yelling out a series of ‘heys’ that got lost in the winds. It didn't take him long to reach the flailing figure which lurked right beneath the surface, but when he grasped that frame it yanked him down with it, beneath the loud and unpredictable current. 

Under golden rays of sunlight, Itoshi Sae wrestled an entity he'd begun to realise couldn't be human. With long arms that wrapped around his figure, Webbed fingers, gill-like slots which lined its neck and torso. Sharp canines biting into the flesh of his shoulder, eyes bright enough to penetrate through the deep sea-blue. Entombed in seawater which replaced the oxygen in his lungs, weighed down by the very man he'd been trying to save, his consciousness had faded away.

He stirred awake some time later, the rough sand digging into his bare skin. He blinked, adjusting to the moonlight, under which a pair of neon eyes surveyed his nearly naked body.

“If I'd known you were this hot, I might've gone a bit easier on you~”

Sae had scoffed, absolutely flabbergasted. And such was his first time encountering that Merman.

He wouldn't leave the beach, it was a principal thing. This place was his sanctuary and he wasn't about to have it stolen by some overgrown fish. 

Unfortunately for him, they were clearly not on the same page. 

The man he'd come to find out was called Shidou Ryusei, seemed to be attracted to the warmth of his body, and so whenever he arrived at the shore, would appear as though from thin air, seeking him out. It was very clearly a taunt, a way for him to get beneath Sae's skin… 

“Don't you have anything better to do?” He'd asked one day, reaching his limit. His words were coated with acid, but perhaps only humans were prone to that stuff. 

“Don't you?” Shidou had replied then, his smile all teeth– sharp and deadly, and Itoshi felt the small scar on his neck throb from where they'd once punctured his skin. It must have been the first time that anyone actually made the hairs on his body stand, an unexplainable fear washing over him like some rough sort of wave brought forward by unfamiliar emotions. 

He'd looked away, his knees drawn up to his chest, refusing to entertain the idea that he'd been stirred by that expression. He'd heard his odd companion laugh, laying out against the beach, completely off guard. Were mermaids not supposed to be afraid of humans? Or was he some siren?… Well, his voice wasn't what Sae could imagine would attract sailors. 

“I just swim all day… I got washed up at Hokkaido once and that was pretty awesome, I've seen some cool fish, too!” 

“I don't care,” he'd been quick to state. 

“What? You don't wanna hear about all the cool places I've visited?”

“No…” the sun was beginning to drop. Ryusei always seemed different when it was dark, more deadly, somehow even more unpredictable than usual. However, at sunset, he always looked the prettiest. 

“I'll just be happy when you find somewhere better than here, that way I won't have to see your disgusting face anymore.”

His skin was tanned from swimming all summer long, his shoulders and arms expertly built for that exact purpose. His hair was a stark brightness in comparison to his upper body, inhumanly pale and with tips the colour of vibrant coral. Whenever Sae got the chance he'd let his gaze wander down towards that bright pink tail, with the translucent fins and the unique texture of scales which reflected light like the surface of a disco ball. Was that not dangerous? Did it not attract unwanted attention from predators in the sea? Those were only some of many questions he'd ask if he could. But he couldn't, because that would be showing interest.

“What?” Shidou asked him one day, those wide eyes suddenly so close to his own. He'd been staring, it was becoming a problem… he'd never been good at lying low. “You wanna touch my tail, don't you?”

“It doesn't really matter to me,” he'd answered below his breath. Whether he would or wouldn't, he doubted it could change the level of curiosity he felt. 

“Well I can't promise I won't explode if you touch the wrong place ♪”

Sae rolled his eyes. They were still so close though, and much like in the garden of Eden, he couldn't resist the temptation as he felt those calloused fingers crawl up the back of his shirt. 

Under the guise of Shidou's deadly glare, he leant forward, running his hand over the junction where golden skin turned to rough scales. He inspected that form, long, made up of more vertebrae rather than individual leg bones. When it flapped beneath his touch, he flinched away for a moment, before retracing his steps cautiously. 

Shidou's laugh quieted down, and they were left with only silence settling around them. 

As Sae traced the row of small, open slits which sat where the side of his thigh would have been, he heard Shidou's breath waver. He did it again and that exhale became a low, aroused groan. 

Ah, he'd thought it was fear wrapping itself so strongly around his heart for that past month, but it wasn't. His curiosity, his caution, it was all laced with attraction. 

“Monster,” Sae had whispered, that webbed hand cupping his face. It wasn't moist like he thought it would be, not as disgusting or uncomfortable. They both leaned in, accepting their circumstances. Respective pairs of long, dark eyelashes fluttering against each other's cheeks as their lips tenderly locked together.

“You're good~ Itoshi Sae, I've never felt like this before ♡”

He prodded into those slits, into the soft flesh within them, the canals not in use on the surface rather than in water. They were clearly sensitive, full of nerve endings that writhed, that tender meat resisting his slow assault. 

Then Ryusei tried to sneak down into his pants, and he drew back, breaking all contact between them. That merman let out a whine, his lips raw, his expression bare, and Sae's only mirrored back fright. His mind was blank, his heart racing and as he packed his things and left without another word, he didn't catch whatever else Shidou said. He hadn't meant to do that… god! He should have avoided that situation from the start, resisted the temptation. 

He didn't go back to the beach for a month. After tournaments, fights with Rin, he could only imagine the salty breeze running through his hair, and with that perhaps a sigh or a whisper. Would Shidou Ryusei, that magnificent creature, still be there? Why was he missing the loudness of that deep voice so close to his face? He trailed his hands down into his underwear, exhaling as relaxation overtook him in the dead of the night, surrounded only by blankets and pillows. 

 winter came like a rogue wave, hitting Itoshi and sending him under. He'd muscled through it, watching the downpour and wondering where Shidou was waiting it out. As he felt himself tumble through the tensions of his everyday life, he found himself returning to his old habits, walking by that empty seaside. When spring began to break, he returned, and so it seemed did his late companion. 

“Sae-Chan, you're back ♪” Shidou couldn't exactly walk on land, let alone run, and for that he was grateful, because it meant he couldn't immediately pounce on him in some tight form of a hug. 

He didn't reply, simply finding his seat in the sand and acting natural, like he hadn't bought an extra can of soda just in case, like he hadn't been thinking about their reunion every night. It was still chilly, the air cold and brittle, plants thriving after the change of seasons.

“Hey, you fucker,” Shidou still found a way to wriggle up the shore, gripping Sae by the legs and pulling him down. “You didn't even give me your number, nothing! I've been bored outta my mind!”

Sae blinked. “My number?”

“yeah, duh– wait, you didn't think… Hey, I can work my way around a cellphone, could even send you some raunchy pictures if you wanted~”

Well, he supposed it was weird that this Merman knew how to speak fluent Japanese.

“Whatever,” he'd muttered, pushing Shidou away. He didn't need answers, he'd solve the puzzle of this man's existence by himself. 

As the evening passed him by, he read his book, stopping every few sentences to look out at the vast expanse of sea before him. He hadn't said anything when Shidou laid down on his lap, but his hands had slipped down into that blonde head of hair, petting subconsciously as he flipped through the pages. 

“Next month my mating season starts,” Ryusei muttered subconsciously, his tone too quiet, too serious. Where's the punch? Where's the rude remark? 

“So what?” 

He flipped to face Sae and Sae tucked the corner of his page before putting his book away. 

There it is, he thought. That sly smirk, those eyes laced with malicious intent. His own became cold and hard, concealing the surge which wrung his chest tightly. 

“Let's fuck,” he said. Sae tried his best to seem collected, like he wasn't dissecting that sudden suggestion beneath a microscope. 

Where? When?... Why?

He sighed, leaning back on his arms, looking up at the dreary sky. 

“How?” 

Ryusei laughed, explaining himself shamelessly. Describing things that Sae couldn't even wrap his head around, but at the end of the day, he didn't have to. He'd already decided his answer long ago. 

And so, now, they finally meet, although to say they greeted each other would be far from the truth. Itoshi sits beside the sea, biting down on his popsicle stick when Ryusei expertly swims to shore. When he appears though, he's far from put together. He's got this glint in his eyes, something quite unlike what Sae's seen before, of pure lust it seems. His face is flushed a deep red and his fins bigger, wider and more vibrant than the last time they'd met. Sae catches him halfway through the crashing waves and is immediately pulled down, he lets out a disgruntled moan as that man pushes him deeply into the sand, completely distracted by his goal. 

Rows of sharp teeth immediately trail down his throat, ravaging the delicate skin around his neck. He grips those strong arms that overpower him, clawing in around those thick muscles. 

“fuck,” Shidou growls. 

“Slow down!--” he mutters back, but it doesn't help. He'd read the protocols, knows what a Mating season is, but he's still taken aback. To say he's not enjoying it though… he wouldn't go that far. 

Shidou hits that sweet spot just below his jaw and he lets out a low groan.

His clothes are off before he knows it, his chest on full display beneath the cloudy sky and surrounded by trees and ocean. Two perky, pale pink nipples over well-healed scars that Ryusei laps up hungrily. 

“I've been hard since I woke up, Sae-Chan ♪” 

Gross… 

“I was waiting for you to arrive, I thought I'd explode all alone~”

He lets out a purr that vibrates through Sae's stomach, that long and agile tongue licking its way across his belly button and down a trail of thin magenta hair. 

 “Be… quiet,” he huffs as Shidou reaches the hem of his boxers, and finally, it seems, begins to slow down. His tail still sways behind him though, kicking up sand. 

He finally calms down enough to feel their two hearts beating in sync, bodies warm, one over the other. There's this tingling sensation left behind from where Sae had left small marks across his torso and neck, the wounds throbbing hotly. An intoxicating scent fills his lungs, making him just slightly dizzy, of saltwater and ash, clearly coming from his companion. 

Shidou still looks desperate, his face contoured with a need he can't quite explain. Like there's a hole that can only be filled by the man before him. An instinctive desire to propagate while he still can, to be the first and only to hold Itoshi Sae. 

He pulls Sae's boxers down, exposing a pair of tight pink lips, an elongated clit that throbs, hanging over his entrance, all framed by that same short hair. 

“Oh,” Ryusei says, taking it in and he squirms under the attention. 

“Don't— just… shut up,” the pleading nearly breaks through his voice as that merman pulls his thighs open, inspecting him closely. He glares down in warning, but Shidou doesn't waver. 

“I wasn't expecting that,” he says, so still now that he's found a new focus, but his eyes are still glossy. Sae wishes he could tell whether he was hard or not, but that tail doesn't present like humans do. 

“If you can't deal with it, find someone else to fuck.” 

Shidou blinks up at him, the corners of his mouth slowly upturning. 

“Fuck no! What I meant is, you're insanely hot ♡” two experimental fingers rub the form of his dick, small and firm beneath already drenched folds of flesh. “I'm gonna absolutely wreck you…”

Shit– his head spins, his face burning hot, he raises his hands to hide his expression. He's never felt so exposed. Ryusei hums happily as he leans forward.

That warm tongue, longer than that of a human, wraps around his clit, those teeth clenching the skin covering it, biting down hard enough to make his voice hitch as he moans out. Expert lips suck down on his crotch, swallowing his sweet flavour. He can't help but spasm in response to the overwhelming pleasure, his abdomen clenching strongly as Shidou's webbed fingers join the mix, prodding through his wet hole one at a time and curling straight into his g-spot. His knees grip that firm upper body, one hand running through pale hair and gripping down hard as he thrusts into the heat. 

“Ngh– shit-” Itoshi feels an orgasm shake him straight to the core, his moans loud enough to be heard from miles away. Ryusei looks up at him, his eyes half lidded and his expression victorious. He pulls away only when the sensation becomes too much to handle, his fingers still thrusting in and out roughly. 

That merman crawls back up his frame, muttering something crude that Sae rolls his eyes at, not smiling, not admitting defeat. He flips them over, straddling Shidou's tail once he gets restless, the sand falling from where it had formed marks on his back. 

Ryusei chuckles, looking up at him. 

Sae doesn't need help, he's read enough online to know the basic anatomy. Shidou's gills are sensitive, just as the throat is to a human. In the centre of his tail, right around where his crotch would be, there's a pouch above their anus that should begin to open up during mating season. It had left Sae to wonder how they have sex in the rest of the year… he doesn't want to know what they use. Mermen deposit slimy, soft, plum sized eggs rather than sperm, and if females hold them for long enough, they become fertilised. 

With Shidou's assistance his hands reach a plot of harder scales and when he presses down, out pops a long, pink, oddly-shaped dick above a puckering hole. He gulps down hard, taking in the sight. 

Even Ryusei seems to be dumbstruck, whatever joke he'd meant to make gets stuck in his throat. Fine, Sae decides, he's got no place to complain about surprises. He's not exactly turned off either, the size and girth frightening but the challenge is a good one, and he wants to feel full. If that's not enough, he'd like to see his companion absolutely losing it, overcome with a pleasure unlike anything ever. 

Sae runs his fist over that pink dick. It's not as firm as a Humans, much wetter, covered in a strong-smelling slick that coats his every breath. 

Sae draws forward, slowly lowering himself down on what feels like a spike, impaling his hole and stretching the ridges individually as it nears his womb. At its deepest, he can feel the tip pressing painfully into his stomach and see the shadow on his belly bob slightly as he grinds down. 

 “Oh yeah, that's the stuff–” Shidou squeezes his waist as he begins his pursuit for friction, kneeling on and off of that dick with low groans and wet squelches, feeling it hit that spot near his entrance which sends sparks up his spine and then that place deep inside that creates a concrete mixture of pain and pleasure deep inside of him. “You're doing well, Sae-Chan ♪”

Shidou's orgasm nears them when Sae chases his third one down, his spine curling up and his calves clenching. With it, that cock shifts and reshapes, excluding a foamy substance that drips down their thighs. 

Itoshi can feel the bubbling of eggs rising through that pliable form, and as he continues to fuck himself down on it, he feels the warm, gelatinous bodies slowly fill his womb. 

It's an odd sensation that twists his face just slightly, but as he watches Shidou's head draw back, his expression one of pure pleasure, he wrestles between the urge to pull off and the need to feel completely full of this man's well-collected sperm. 

His abdomen begins to grow beneath the tips of his fingers, they both seem quite bewildered by the occurrence. Ryusei grips him by the shoulders, pulls him down for a kiss and as Sae complies he feels the painful pinch of that cock in his deepest part again, the space compact and tight. He gasps in pain and it nearly becomes a cry, till Shidou releases him just enough for them to separate. As soon as Sae loudly slides off of that pliable spear, he hears a pop and sees a puddle of liquid begin to pool up over that pink tail, dripping from his entrance. 

“This is the best part~” Ryusei purrs in his ear, Sae just feels the dread beginning to set in around his lungs. He leans back over his knees to prop himself on the hard section of that body where the tail meets torso. Spreading himself out so that he's on full display. His dick flutters up and down, red and raw from being rubbed, the folds surrounding his hole have all been stretched thoroughly. 

When the first gelatinous egg begins to slip through, Shidou grins in victory, but all Sae can feel is that unfamiliar texture of the pulsing objects deep inside of him, all asking to be dispelled. It comes through with a pop, rolling onto the sand, followed shortly by another. He lets out a small moan with every passing roe. 

“How do I know when it's over?” He huffs out frustratedly and Shidou just shrugs, telling him he might feel some sort of explosion, but Sae's already felt that– he's long beyond surprises.

It takes an hour for his body to dispel the gelatinous, pale white eggs and they pile up on the sandy shore. Shidou licks his lips at the sight, but Sae's so tired that he feels he just looks ugly, his bangs flat and wet against his forehead, his flushed body beginning to cool down in a cold sweat. His puffed up pussy is absolutely dishevelled, puckering as if encouragingly. Ryusei presses down on Sae's tender abdomen, arousing a sensitive yelp as he massages the area. 

“You think that's it?” 

“Yeah…”

Shidou laughs, wiping away a strand of goo that floods out and bringing it to his lips, sucking down sultrily. 

“damn, you sure know how to fuck… ♪ Can I go down on you again?” 

Sae rolls his eyes, tugging Shidou forward by the shoulders and meeting him halfway down in a wet, temperamental kiss. Deep inside he can still feel something pulsing, an entity that copies his companion's heartbeat as it rapidly evolves, swimming deep in his bruised womb, just above the exit that leads into that velvety canal. He doesn't reply, but his answer is obvious. He's ready to go for hours, never truly satisfied, no matter how many shaky orgasms are ripped out of his body. 

“If you want, I don't care…”

Ryusei quickly calls his bluff, arousing another loud cry as he tackles him back into the sand, not going easy in the slightest. 

Chapter Text

Shidou Ryusei has exploded many times. He's ruthless on the field, yes, he wants to explode. Better yet, he's good at making others lose their cool, whether that be with the help of his fists or his words. 

Itoshi Sae looks more desperate than usual to touch him, he likes that. He loves feeling in control just as much as he loves being overpowered. Loves those green eyes, coldly glaring at him from across the room as he sprawls out happily on his bed, his arms beneath his head, getting ready to daydream about winning matches he knows he's long since lost. 

He's humming some old song he's got stuck in his head, his long eyelashes fluttering as he gazes from the wall to the light, to the door of their bathroom. 

The thing is, he's always down to play, but he's also always the one to initiate it… he's down for a change once in a while. 

Sae sighs again. Shidou never knows if he's doing it on purpose or not.

“You know, Sae-Chan, I won't understand you unless you go ahead and say what you wanna say.” 

He bats his eyes towards the man, a cheeky grin on his face. He does, actually. He knows exactly what that midfielder is thinking about, he can nearly see the cloud of lust which wafts around that magenta hair and pale skin. 

“huh?” Sae blinks back at him, trying to feign his innocence, like they haven't been together long enough to know when the other is lying. 

Shidou pats the space on the mattress near his legs, before shutting his eyes, finalising his offer. 

“What the hell do you want from me?” Sae asks. Shidou tuts, “nothing…”

Okay, it's fine. He really hadn't, he's just pestering, but damn does he enjoy pestering. If Sae can't feel him staring into the base of his head when he turns back to face the television, god knows how tolerant he is. 

And that's the start of it, like all good games, set on a whim. Shidou won't fuck– no, he won't even touch the man until it's made obvious how much he's needed. 

They last a good two hours.

 He's standing in the kitchen when Sae comes up behind him, gripping his waist and nuzzling into the small of his back. Shidou brushes him off, albeit hesitantly. 

The pursuit continues, Sae shadowing his every movement, till he stops again and turns around, smiling, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“What the fuck do you want from me?” He mimics, although adding his own personal touch– he remembers everything that Sae says, it's becoming an issue when he's trying to focus on other things. 

Sae looks absolutely mortified, before his expression shifts back to blank. His pet's not obeying him or whatever… Shidou's grin widens into a shit-eating, toothy one. That waver is a small victory in his books. 

Sensing the challenge, Sae stands his ground, his palms becoming fists at his side.

“What do you think?” 

“I don't,” Shidou replies blissfully. “Strikers don't do that, we just move…” 

“Wow– okay,” Sae rolls his eyes. His companion has basically just admitted that he's a dumbass, is he supposed to be glad?

“You on the other hand,” he leans down into his that midfielder’s personal space. “Could learn to take a bit more action, Sae-Chan~”

But he has. He'd basically hugged Shidou… well, nearly. He's always inviting that rude man over, he's just not as frank about it, not as vulgar. 

“Do you want action or words?” He figures it's worth asking, so that he won't have to make double the effort. However, coincidentally, he might have done just that. Shidou moves back again, his half lidded eyes full of joy. 

“Both.” 

Ah, shit. He's just dug his own grave, although if he's getting it right, he may actually have been on a slow decline all day. He sighs, releasing his arms again, glad that Shidou hasn't moved yet, he won't have to repeat the process from zero. He reaches for that dark hand, gripping it within his own. His companion hesitantly allows it. 

“♪ Yes?” he asks theatrically, raising his eyebrows. 

“Let me touch you, Shidou Ryusei.” His name sends chills up both of their spines, like uttering that of satan himself, they're so used to nicknames. 

He doesn't wait for an answer and Shidou doesn't make him, he'll let it slide for now. He lets out an exhale as Sae, still gripping his hands, pushes them both into the wall and presses a slow kiss onto his shirt, right above his heart. He looks back up at him, fire in his eyes that spells out his intentions to test the limits, and that tall man is left once again to wonder if it's intentional. To play with your cards so open is risky, especially when you're up against a cheat as it is. Ryusei brings his knee between those legs, applying pressure on his companion's crotch through the fabric of his pants. 

Sae groans lowly as he leans up for a kiss, but he's met with a pair of tightly pursed lips. 

“You…” he sighs, frustratedly. Shidou smirks, catching onto those furrowed brows. 

“What?” He purrs.

Sae's jaw tenses in contemplation. “ --I'm going to kiss you.”

“You are?” Shidou dares him. He feels his arms lift over his head, Sae's strength making up for their difference in height. 

“Yes.” Sae blows over his lips, he supposes it'll do for now. He's bound on teaching his cold companion some manners, but they're in no rush. 

Ryusei opens his lips in time for when he's caught, angling his face just enough to fit Sae's, their noses brushing. Sae tastes of sweet, milky coffee and pancakes that shouldn't fit his palette. His tongue is softer, more pliable than Shidou's own, wet and his teeth meet the rough skin of his lips, tugging them forward each time they part for air, bruising them a deep red that contrasts even against tanned skin. 

Ryusei can feel that boner growing in the clutch of his legs and it's a funny thing. He wonders, if Sae had control over his body, would he let his attraction show? Or would he play hard to get, like he does emotionally. 

“♪ Should I help you, Sae-Chan?”

Itoshi loosens his grip on those arms. 

“Yes…”

“Yeah?” Shidou teases, not moving. Something important is missing, some sort of desperation. 

Sae tenses again, his blood running cold. 

“Touch me before I grow bored, you demon.” He's got that deadly expression on, the one that says he'll leave anyone below his level behind, but Shidou calls bluff, He's clearly in the lead after all. 

“Och, is that a threat?” Ryusei truly seems deadly at times, his pupils like splinters and his expression twisted. “Fine, fair enough. How can I resist you when you're looking at me like that? You might as well just explode me with your eyes ♪”

Those two dark hands move from overhead, not in any particular rush as they caress Itoshi's chest, wrapping around the firm muscles and massaging across. Even from over the shirt, he can still feel the pronounced nipples that hide there, waiting for him keenly, over which he grazes his thumbs roughly. Those magenta bangs hang in the crook of his neck as Sae relaxes against his frame, focusing on the currents of pleasure running across his body. Shidou laughs when he feels a fist curl into his hair, as though instructing him to skip to the good part– he ignores the command. 

Sae buckles against him, grinding down on his thigh, his spine curving to accommodate the motion. His breathing becomes haggard with each thrust of his hips, as Ryusei's fingers claw into his waist, pressing against the sides of his abs. 

 He holds him still and arouses a small, dissatisfied grunt from deep within. 

“You want me to jerk you off?” Shidou whispers into his ear. 

“I… don't care what you do,” he replies as a hand curves to cup around his ass. 

“Yes you do ♪” that striker sings, teasing the hem of his pants. “Should I suck you dry, Sae-Chan? Or maybe I should tease you till you can't take it anymore~” 

“Is that what you're on?” Sae snaps, glaring. 

Shidou curtly nods his head, “Yep.”

“I'm not gonna beg,” he states coldly. 

“You're not?” Ryusei pouts, hugging him closely, crushing the boner in his slanted lap. He licks that ear and feels the tingles spread beneath his touch, down Sae's neck. “I bet I can make you if I try hard enough…”

Sae lets out a shaky exhale. It's not fair that he's so pent up, and the only man on his level is refusing to do anything about that. It's not fair that he's fighting for his own orgasm, while Shidou can come so easily just by imagining the past, even while on the soccer court. 

Shidou, releasing a bit, finally draws down his black joggers and underwear to reveal a pair of pale thighs, and in the middle, a throbbing pink dick that immediately jumps in response to the cool air. 

“Ooh, cute!” Ryusei praises and it goes straight to Sae's face, making his head spin lightly as the blood manoeuvres through his body. Those sharp teeth press against his neck. “I love seeing you all hot and bothered, squirming like some sort of insect ♪”

Ugh, he hates that comparison, like Shidou's suddenly above him… unfortunately, that's far from his biggest issue right now. Those deadly fingers squeeze around his balls, rub against the cleft of his ass, the sensitive rim right between his hole and crowned jewels. He holds onto Shidou's shoulders, his toes just barely touching the ground as that man keeps him propped on one knee. Those hot-pink eyes observe his every movement, the way his drawn eyebrows give way to a blissful expression. 

That demon wrings his cock up and down, the motion slow but expert. He knows exactly where to squeeze to hit those sensitive spots– the large vein that protrudes at his base, the nerves which spasm all the way through to his tip, searching for the wet warmth of a hole, he won't be getting that much from Shidou, not today. He'll have to make do with a rough and calloused palm. 

The deed prolongs, of that hand pinching his length, stopping every so often to rub the sensitive tip, till Sae is a mess of haggard breaths, saliva strings connecting his lips and a deep red blush covering his cheeks. 

“Hurry up,” he mutters. 

“nu-uh,” Shidou slows down to a near halt, the frustration blows out Sae's pupils and leaves his eyes soaking. “What do you say?” 

Ah, a test… and Sae knows the correct answer, of course, but he has to battle that part of him that says to dupe it all and fail. 

“Touch me faster, you asshole,” he growls. 

“Okay,” Shidou squeezes him once, rough enough to send a surge of pain through his abdomen, before pumping in a similar fashion to before, only quicker. “We'll work on that, Sae-Chan~ You shouldn't be so rude to me whilst I'm holding your dick…”

He nearly wants to do it again, just to spite Ryusei, calling his bluff as payback for before. He can't muster the power as his legs begin to feel like jelly around that perch, as his balls press down harder into the firm surface of his companion's femur. He whimpers out as Ryusei's palm begins to shift, twisting just slightly with every jerk, hitting his lower abdomen every time he reaches the base. 

That crude man laughs, “look at you, You're leaking everywhere ♡” 

Drops of saturated precum line Shidou's pants. 

“You're throbbing like you're gonna burst any moment now~”

Sae bites his lips around a meek shut up’, aware of how antagonistic that might be, like he's asking for his orgasm to be abandoned halfway through. He doesn't think he can stand like this much longer, but god knows he won't initiate a relocation. 

“You wanna cum, Sae-Chan?” Shidou asks as Itoshi instinctively thrusts to meet each pump halfway through the motion, his breaths quick and loud. 

“I do…” he gasps. As one hand milks his dick thoroughly, the other wraps back around his asscheek, squeezing the meat there repeatedly, massaging the muscle. 

“I didn't hear you,” Shidou's eyes, even half lidded and full of lust, are vicious enough to devour anyone at their lowest. Sae shudders, his head rolling back as he's held in limbo, his heart beating so heavily in his throat as he considers all of the dangers. One wrong word and he'll be pushed back down from that edge, but he feels he'll lose either way, in some form or another. 

“Let me finish, Shidou,” he shuts his eyes, hoping to feel an increase in strength and speed. When it doesn't quicken he just feels another weak spring come loose in his stomach. 

“One more time~ and don't be shy with your manners, kay?”

Fuck, Sae can barely even speak between the moans being ripped straight from his throat every time he opens his lips, how embarrassing. He locks gazes with his companion, his body shaking and his gaze blurry. 

“Let me cum, please, Ryusei…” It's followed by a low sob. 

Shidou greedily laps him up, sucking strips down his throat as he finally pumps at a rate so fast it sends vibrations down Sae's thighs, the wet faps finally enough to milk him of his orgasm, which spurts between them within moments. He continues, the strands flying from his hand as Sae becomes a complete mess of muffled cries and moans. 

 He wraps his free arm around his companions' quivering waist, finally lowering his leg to the floor, slowing to a halt.

 Sae crumples against him with a shaky sigh.  

“Thank god,” he mutters. 

Shidou laughs, “You're very welcome~”

Chapter Text

“You enjoying your Sex on the beach, Sae-Chan?” 

Sae stirs his drink with a sigh, “I've already told you I don't like alcohol.”

They're at the poolside bar they get free entry to with their VIP guest vouchers, sitting face to face. Shidou's wearing some stupid visor cap, his spiky hair popping out of the top and his antennas still stuck to his face. He's so hot that it's insane, with that stupid golden chain dangling over his tanned collar and his torso on display, absolutely chiselled, the muscles sculpted like those of a marble statue. 

“Oh yeah, sure,” he replies, his tongue rolling out of his mouth subconsciously as he accentuates his syllables. Thatexplosive striker can clearly handle his liquor well, but even he is feeling it after making his way through the cocktail list one drink at a time. He stretches his legs just far enough to brush against Sae's, well-tanned toes grazing that pale inner thigh. “I bet you hate days off as well… and beach resorts, and massages.”

Japan's famous midfielder has stooped to a new low. He's actually– not even passively, letting himself get carried away on a carriage made of handsome features and high-percentage alcohols. Making coherent, thought out decisions and not just acting on impulse is becoming increasingly harder. He grabs that long, milk-chocolate calf and places it on his lap, rubbing circles into his companion's foot.

 “I enjoy the seaside, actually,” he admits. He's never gotten through a whole massage session though, he can't relax on a bed, surrounded by the hands of complete strangers. 

“Ooh, You should totally hire us a private villa in Okinawa someday! we can mess around In the water~ ”

Well, it would be nice…

 The heat must also be getting to him. They've been sitting beneath the cloudless sky, wearing nothing and he's drunk a measly half a cup of water since breakfast. He keeps thinking about how much he wants to slide his palm up Shidou swimming trunks, grab him by the hips and–

“Sae-Chan, You're gonna make me explode if you keep tryna undress me with your eyes ♡”

He rolls them and the action makes his whole world spin, nausea rising up his stomach. 

“I'm not…” no, he definitely is. And it's not like he really plans on stopping either, he simply licks the lingering sweetness off of his lips, his gaze clouded by lust. 

“I might head back in the pool,” Shidou says, changing topics immediately. Maybe it's his way of calling it quits, like he wasn't the one who taught Sae to take off that cold second-skin. Perhaps it's an invitation for them to get handsy, it's not like there's anyone else around at this time of day. 

That's responsible, he thinks, to go ahead and swim after four drinks. Combined, they might end up drowning each other, in turn leaving the hotel to deal with not only a case of accidental death and negligence, but also a murder-suicide investigation. 

“Go ahead, I don't care…” he mutters, motioning with his hands. They both know all of his manipulation tactics by now, perhaps Shidou is more aware of when they're on purpose or not. “But I'm going to the room.” and I've got the only key.

He unwinds Shidou's legs. When he stands, he feels light enough to be floating. Maybe finishing his fourth refill was a bit too much. He grips the table. 

“Well okay, then I'll just join you, pretty Sae-Chan ♪” Shidou muses as he immediately stands up, not in a better state albeit, he rounds the table and wraps a supportive arm below Sae's shoulder. 

Sae tries to ignore his face, so close, like he's asking to be devoured on the spot. It nearly looks like his shadow is wagging its tail. 

The blinds in the room are half drawn and the light not on, and the first thing he does is to collapse on their bed with a loud exhale. Only when Shidou piques up does he realise the man lingering over him, holding his hands out and groping the air. 

“So, about those massages,” he says, a wicked smile on his face. Still on that, huh, he'd be lying if he completely forgot about it himself. His eyes are half lidded, his expression plain in contrast to that toothy, demonic look that his companion wears.

“I don't do much assisted therapy, I don't need some lowlife perv weighing me down.”  

Ryusei tosses his hat into the messy pile of clothing he keeps beside his unpacked suitcase, stretches out enough to nearly lose balance and then pounces too atop their creaky bed, landing loudly beside Sae. 

“Well that's not nice,” he hums. “not everyone can master that kind of art.”

The art of feeling someone up? Doing it under the legal guise of physical therapy? Sae gets ready to say something along those lines, but they turn to face each other simultaneously, their bodies closer than either of them had thought, and it catches him completely off guard, his breath hitching around those words. The world really is an odd shape through bottomless-cocktail-and-heat stroke lensed sunglasses. 

He forgets what he'd wanted to say and Shidou fills in the gap instead:

“You wanna give it a try anyway, then? I'll rub you down and obviously change your mind ♪”

Ew- no, he… he absolutely does. He wants to feel those firm hands touching him everywhere, wants to see the focused expression on his partner's face, wants to prove to him that such stuff won't work on Itoshi Sae, even if the concept of lying is a difficult one for him once his body is involved. He evades Shidou's face because that would mean having to decide whether he'll accept the man's crude offer, instead he trains his gaze downward. Consequently, the action doesn't help all that much. 

Shidou's swimming pants are so tight that they stretch out over his crotch and hug the junction between his thighs. His breath smells sweet and his skin of clean sweat, just slightly salty. There is a trail of soft, blonde hair which leads down from the beautiful ripples which line that striker's torso, it disappears beneath a band of hot-pink polyester, and he lifts his hands to tug weakly at the hem, itching to get them both naked.

Ah, he's really out of it… 

“whoa! Hang on a second, I'm just gonna go get something,” Shidou must be very aware of the situation at hand, since he has no qualms about rejecting Sae's advances. 

“Don't explode without me~” he says as he wobbles towards the bathroom. Sae sighs, hugging his throbbing hot face as he reminisces, trying to put a finger on when exactly he'd become so desperate or defenceless… maybe it was a few months ago when they crossed the line between a fling and a relationship.

It's Oil.

Ryusei had gone to grab a bottle of organic massaging oil and Sae doesn't even wanna know how it got into their bedroom. He does know though, that the glass bottle is half empty and that Shidou's skin is unthinkably, completely inhumanly, silky, soft and smooth, as if he lathers up with that thing every day. Sae supposes he's not in any position to judge, considering the way he religiously lathers himself up with therapeutic face and body lotion. 

“Oh-” he thinks aloud. You were serious… Shidou just laughs, warming the bottle between his palms. 

“Don't worry, Sae-Chan. Just give it a try~” but he's not worrying because he can barely even think and he hadn't meant to protest. Truth be told, he's so sore from months– no, years worth of soccer that the moment he heard the word “massage” he'd felt his body react automatically. He does, however, doubt whether his impression of the procedure will change once they're both done turning it into some sick sex game.

Shidou leans over his resting body, sensually untying the string on his shorts and Sae arches forward so that he can easily tug them off. They're both men at the end of the day, nor is it the first time Ryusei has seen him naked, but it's definitely an experience to be so exposed. His dick sits limply between his legs and he catches those luminous, sharp eyes glimpsing down at it.

Was it not obvious enough, or did that striker get too distracted observing his body? Sae shuts his eyes and grumbles a low, “go ahead.”

“You don't want a back rub?” 

So Shidou was waiting for him to turn around... He shakes his head, he can't be bothered to move. 

“Fine,” his companion muses. “Fair enough~”

He doesn't think he'll be able to relax anyway. Blind to whatever is going on around him, smelling only the residual mix of chlorine and alcohol, hearing only the mixture of their breaths. His heart leaps in his throat when his companion sinks back against the bed, straddling his legs. He's immediately regretting his decision, his crotch on full display.

Sae hears a cap pop open and then the sound of two slick hands rubbing together. He gasps when those same oily hands wrap warmly around his upper neck, then lets out a wistful sigh as those fingers weigh down into the junction below his ears. He's not sober enough to stop the small groans from leaving his lips as that man slowly massages the tight tendons that line his nape, relaxing nerves he's had tensed since third grade. The tingles flow through the back of his head, straight into his brain. 

Ryusei kneads his traps and then his shoulders, trailing across his bicep muscles, and down into his right forearm. When he feels the warmth wind around his palm he stops himself from squeezing back, but instead sneaks a look at that sharp face. It lacks its usual fury– Shidou is so focused on the task at hand that he looks nearly stoic, his eyebrows relaxed and his lips pursed, his features kind. 

He moves to the other side, repeating the process until he gets back up to Itoshi's chest. 

“Ngh–” he can't help it, he's getting aroused. His mind is fogged up by the thought of what his friend might do next, kiss him? Bite him? But he doesn't, he simply runs his hands over Sae's pecs, taut and thick. The blood runs straight down to his dick, it twitches, so utterly exposed.

“Wow~ looks like someone's excited ♪ No wonder you don't like massages…”

“Shut up–” Sae covers his face. It's true, he shouldn't be this turned on, but Shidou is weighing down on his body, those warm, soft thighs solid against his own. It's crystal clear they're on the same page. His pale skin is flushed a deep red and he knows that if Shidou could, he'd take a step back in order to get a better glimpse at the way his hip bones jut out and the thigh muscles contour around that sweet, cherry red cock. 

He leans against the pillows as Shidou thumbs his nipples, frames them with two V-shaped fingers. 

“How cute ♪” Ryusei mutters, and Sae wishes he'd just reach down already, but that man is taking his time to feel every inch of skin on his torso. His breath hitches again, tense muscles being toyed with, his stomach squeezing around a big, solid form of lust.  

He's so intoxicated by the procedure that it's making his head swirl, completely fogged up, his thought process unclear as he lifts his arms above his head, wriggling just slightly so that his dick grazes Shidou’s thighs. 

“How long can I toy with you before you combust, Sae-Chan? You must be sooo sensitive to be getting horny from this…” 

I'm not– He isn't usually, at least. He can't manage more than another airy moan as Shidou presses down into the sides of his abdomen. His cock leaks out a transparent drip of precum that quickly rolls down, cooling off as it reaches the stretch of nerves lining his base. He thrusts forward again, trying to reach another source of friction. 

Ryusei's finally finished working on his torso, those soft palms spreading his legs apart and squeezing the meat that makes up his inner thighs. Now, and somehow so close to the edge from such little touch, Sae can feel the saliva pooling in the back of his throat. He gazes down, watching his companion work with precision, those antennas hiding his eyes, but the curve of his mouth still obvious. 

“Agh–” Shidou blows a gust of air over his shaft and he feels it against his tip. The thread begins to unwind. 

“Don't… do that,” he grips that head of spiky blonde hair, but Shidou just licks his lips, unbothered by his words. He sniffs in Sae's scent, leaning forward, and it looks like he's gonna devour him whole, so much so that he's looking forward to it, but he doesn't. He sucks down on Sae's inner thigh and Sae feels it wind up his abdomen. 

Those fingers expertly wrap around his ass, curve over the delicate line that leads from his balls to that tight hole. His teeth puncture blood cells that paint small patches on his legs a deep pink. That cocky, muffled laugh vibrates against him, followed by more wet ropes of spit that trickle onto the bed. 

Fuck, he's so close, and he shouldn't be. It's the alcohol and the heat and the sickening feeling of relaxation winding through his nervous system as he takes in that big form perched against his own. 

One last squeeze is all it takes for his body to seize up, his toes gripping the sheets, his sight going white with sparks of pleasure unfolding out of nowhere.

“Yeesh,” Shidou says, but he looks so proud of his accomplishment, with semen scattered over his face, that it doesn't even matter. And then, as though deliberately, he finally runs a finger up Sae's still pumping dick, wiping up the last drop of cum that seeps out and sucking it up loudly. He lets out a satisfied hum. 

“♪ That was quick!”

Sae is still quivering as he catches his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“You bastard,” he growls. That sly demon, who's clearly not done with him, crawls back up till they're face to face, expectantly glaring down and grinning widely. 

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Itoshi Sae is hard to please, but that comes as no surprise to anyone. He's got his eyes on the goal, both metaphorically and not. He hasn't got the time to worry about others… nor does it seem, enough sympathy. He doesn't hide behind a fake mask, and for that Shidou's glad, because it's one of the many things they have in common. They don't tell eachother lies or bother caking up the truth to sound better than it is. 

“I'm horny,” Ryusei says, towel wrapped around his neck, in a pair of skimpy boxers that don't do much to cover the beauty of his figure. 

“I don't care,” Sae doesn't bother looking up from his stupid sports magazine, as if the models are any better than the man he's keeping company. He’s sprawled out across the couch, getting ready to take a nap. “You should've jerked off in the shower.”

“I didn't want to jerk off in the shower…” Damn him, he's leaving footprints on their clean floor. You can practically hear the mess he's making. He pounces Sae from behind, pulls his shoulders back down into the chair arm. “I was waiting for you~”

“Well, that's stupid,” Sae says. “I'm not in the mood.” 

So, perhaps Itoshi does lie from time to time, but he's not completely aware of it. He's lying when he says he's not in the mood, because, and Shidou says it well enough:

“Let's face it Sae-Chan, you're always in the mood ♪” 

Well, it's hard not to be when he's constantly being courted by some foul-mouthed nudist. 

Shidou leans in and cranes his neck over Sae's head, peers at his magazine before swiping it away too fast to face resistance. 

“Hey!--” 

“I've never seen you watch a soccer broadcast in your life, you don't need to know who's gonna be playing.” 

No, he really doesn't, but he's not willing to admit that now, because it's the principle he's worried about. He lets out a strained sigh, pushing back the weight on his head, looking up at his companion's mischievous grin. 

“Seriously, Shidou, what do you want?”

An explosion, obviously… “What? I thought I made it clear!” 

Those nimble hands crawl through the collar of his shirt, imprinting on the thick muscles that lie beneath. That warm breath glides over his skin as Ryusei's lips close in on those furrowed eyebrows. 

“I want you, Sae-Chan ♪”

Ah, his heart squeezes tight. It shouldn't, he thinks, he's not some impressionable girl, he shouldn't be moved by someone lusting after him, but it's more than that. Sometimes he truly thinks that Shidou is finding something in him that he cannot see himself. Something worthy of the affection you'd give to a beloved pet, but then, that's not right either… their dynamic is one of equal levels, equal power, as odd as that may seem. 

Something deep inside of him twists, unfolding like the fully formed bud of a flower would from its sepal. He winds his hand through the mixture of messy blonde and pink, not yet dry but not quite wet, untidy bangs soaking up the synthetic light before it can reach his eyes and fully expose the humanity hiding deep within those magenta irises. 

Ryusei is happy to fully close the distance between their lips, which slot together perfectly even when upside down. He hums into the warmth, Sae's tongue finding solace in the depth of his throat, lapping up that sweet saliva which lines his sharp teeth. That body turns, unsatisfied with the cool space which separates them, longing for more as it circles the armrest, their kiss becoming somewhat haphazard in the process. 

“You always get what you want,” Sae mutters when they split for air, because he knows if he says what he truly thinks he'll get an earful instead. He's weak, he can't set limits with Shidou because he sees no need for them, but the lack of control torments him nonetheless. That man has somehow found his way onto Sae, suddenly so close, straddling his thighs.

“I do ♪” his companion jeers, those canines sticking out, he's always been an ambush predator after all, while Sae better reflects the ways of a starving Leopard, too tired to hunt. 

Those warm legs weigh down on his own, nimble fingers crawling up his shirt, pressing into his abs. Sae observes the greedy look on Shidou's face, lustful eyes studying his body as though they don't know eachother off by heart. He trails his own hands up Shidou's bare chest, jagged lines from scars he hadn't let heal properly, perfectly placed, stone hard nipples that will always be sensitive, heavy muscles made through years of exercise. He curls against the touch and lets out a low groan. 

“Hey, I'm the one who wanted this, so just relax and enjoy the show~” Sae's hands get pulled away by Ryusei's own, pushed down at his side into the soft couch cushions. It's true that he'd feigned Disinterest, but now he's just as prepared as Shidou is, his dick half hard beneath that ass, compressed by the fabric of his pants. 

“Fine,” he'll sit back and observe his partner's expertise. How he slides down to sit on Sae's knees, tugs the hem of his joggers, his dick springing out. 

“Ooh ♡” Shidou leans down to press a warm, soft kiss onto his tip, he quivers in response. “You're so honest down here, it's telling me exactly what you want~” 

“Ngh–” Sae swallows down hard around the gasp he wants to let out as that wet tongue rolls across his protruding nerves, towards his base and then back to the top again. It's louder than it should be, the sound of Shidou lapping him up like some sort of delicacy. Those eyes never leaving his face, watching for every little change in his expression, the twists of pleasure imprinting across his features. 

Ryusei grinds across him, his boxers already soaked through, the wetness creating a dark stain as it seeps through, lathering up Sae's skin. 

“Shidou,” he mutters, raises his hand to push back one of those damp antennas. Ryusei cocks his head to the side, beckoning, testing Sae's desperation. And he's not that desperate, but under the pressure of that gaze he feels powerless to his lust. He can't say it… He simply tugs Shidou forward, his dick making contact with the wet patch in his companion's underwear as they grind repeatedly against each other. 

Their lips lock back together, hands gripping each other by the throats, the hair. Eyelashes flutter against cheekbones and noses meet with every haphazard turn, as they try to reach deeper towards one another's cores. Sae's fingers wind down Shidou's side, curl into the fabric of his boxers, which he pulls, and he works them off completely, those legs curved inward above him, body perched on his own. 

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard you see stars~” Shidou whispers dirtily in his ear, it winds through his spine with a zap of tingling electricity, goes straight into his already throbbing cock. 

Sae grunts, looking down at that greedy entrance as Ryusei sits tall above him, pushing his hair back off of his face. He wants so badly to suffocate in the folds of that pussy, but he'll have to wait for next time he supposes, his companion dead set on taking control. He can only watch as Shidou rubs the protruding hood of his clit, thick and hard beneath threads of well-groomed, fur-like pubes. With every pulse of warm blood between them, Shidou's thighs become wetter, his slick leaking out. He grinds again against Sae's cock, the wet folds teasing him one last time. 

But they both need the same thing, they want to sit so deep in each other that they'll fuse together and become one. Itoshi looks at that man with intent, he receives a low huff of laughter and a grin in return, before Shidou grips him and leads him through the gates to heaven. 

They both gasp, Ryusei's head rolling back, overcome with satisfaction as he thrusts himself down upon that spear. 

Sae is being swallowed up by that deep, wet hole, so hot around him, deep enough to eat him whole. Their thighs meet with loud, slow claps of flesh against flesh, Shidou's hands gripping his chest, carving out red marks across his pale flesh. 

“Oh, yeah–” Shidou is atop the world, his face showing as much, his pleasure obvious at each interval in which he aims for that dick to hit his g-spot. Sae grunts, gripping strongly onto that waist and supporting his attack as it picks up speed. 

“That's good~ Sae-Chan, you're good~” His swollen nub smacks against Sae's crotch and he leans forward to further the stimulation. His eyes are red and glazed over with pleasure which threatens to spill from their borders. 

They're both so close. Sae meets him halfway through every pump, his back arching off of the couch as he's sucked into the vacuum of Shidou's pussy. Those thick legs have his hips in a deathgrip, rough hands cling onto his shoulders. The orgasm is nearly ripped out of him, he releases it all inside of Shidou with a loud moan that makes it out of his mouth as he gasps in satisfaction. Shidou keeps going, his hand gripping Sae's own and pulling it towards his clit. Sae tugs at that bundle of nerves until he feels Shidou begin to spasm around him, thighs and abdomen clenched, his voice unabashedly loud.

He comes to a slow halt, a mixture of cum and slick dribbling over them both as soon as he pulls off of that half-hard dick. 

He pats Sae across the face, giddy, enjoying the sincerity of an orgasm left behind. 

“I love you, Itoshi Sae~” he mutters, slackening over his companion's body. Sae hugs him, trailing a hand back through his still damp hair. 

The only answer he gets is a soft, affectionate line of kisses that lead from his jaw to his left shoulder, but it's enough for him. Safe to say, he'll make do with the half an hour that Sae will allow him to rest like that, skin to skin and cheek to cheek, petting him until he falls asleep. 

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Sae's head lolls from side to side, hanging from his shoulders limply. Dark magenta locks obscure deepset eyes, drawn shut at least three quarters of the way. And Shidou knows he's not to blame, it's that stupid habit they both have of overworking themselves, of winding up too tired to function in their free time but muscling through it regardless, trying to save face with the help of coffee pills and energy drinks. 

Now however, three rounds later, drenched in sweat, saliva and semen, they might as well be the reason for each other's downfalls. Sae looks like he's hanging on by a thread, but it's not like they can sleep yet, it's barely evening. They both smell of sex and shitty gym soap.

“Hey,” Shidou's hand comes to rest on Sae's waist, far too delicately for such an explosive man, far too out of character. “You alright, Sae-Chan?”

And the thing is that to simply touch someone is a trivial matter, but it's as if their repeated offences are slowly shaving them both down to the core. 

Sae glances up at his companion. For a short moment, his thoughts are transparent, on display before his cold features form a wall around his soul, but the fault doesn't go unseen. Shidou picks up on the doubt, the venom-laced “why do you care” and the fear he feels at the thought of showing weakness.

“yes,” he simply mutters.

Ryusei smiles. It's not his usual jeer though, it isn't teasing or threatening or dangerous, it's just sincere. It tears through Sae all the same, hits him like a bullet through the heart which shatters, the collateral damage spreading through each of his major organs. He furrows his brows and looks away, but it's not like he can escape his own thumping heartbeat.

Shidou squeezes him, as though to reassure him: this isn't a game to him and his end goal isn't to see Sae explode under the pressure. He isn't doing this for a reaction.

Sae wonders if it's normal to understand that through touch, and to blindly believe it. He wonders why the concept of affection and worry, care from this man is comfortable rather than patronising.

“I know you enjoyed it~” that's not the issue. Ryusei winks, but again, it's more delicate than usual. Sae scowls. “And I know that I definitely did as well ♪” is that a surprise? 

Sae gnaws anxiously at his lower lip. “Yeah,” he murmurs again. 

He wants to move but his body won't listen, his muscles soft and pliable. He looks at Shidou expectantly: read my mind, as if that man doesn't try his hardest. 

“You know, it'd be faster if we showered together…” Well, close enough, incredibly so. Is it a hint? It's Just pure fact at this point. He nods, agreeing, consenting to what should have been an offer rather than an idea, thrown out into the air. Shidou laughs, victorious, it's not loud or piercing though. 

Then it stops and the silence lingers between them. 

“I can't get up,” Sae says rather blandly.

He still stirs instinctively when Shidou wraps those arms strongly around his middle and pulls. His nails claw into that dark skin. 

“As long as your dick still can,” he comments offhandedly as he lifts Sae easily, bridal-style and drags them both towards the bathroom. Sae rests easily on the crook of his bare shoulder, breathing in his scent, deciding to ignore the incessant, vulgar chatter. Sometimes he really does wonder what about this man works him up, when it should be driving him insane instead. Maybe it's the way he moves, almost with an artistic grace unfit to coexist with his brutality. 

Ryusei places Sae in the cold bathtub, but he doesn't complain when the marble bites his skin. The boiling water quickly fills in the space around his body, soothing sore muscles. Shidou, with much care, controls the temperature for him, waving his arm through the ascending currents and creating a frothy substance made of lavender scented soap. 

It doesn't take long for the foamy bathwater to submerge him up to the chest, and with a sigh, he sinks into his heavenly grave. Shidou's fingers trail through his red bangs, pulling the threaded strands apart and softening them bit by bit. He hums as he works, just a low one, his eyes surveying every inch of Sae's bare body, each odd scar and birthmark, the moles he likes to count. Itoshi lets him only because he's confident he won't be scrutinised beneath that gaze.  

“This isn't a shower,” Sae tells him, not for any particular reason, he's thankful to be lying rather than standing. 

“Right, right, well–” he's silenced before he can quip out an explanation: “Don't bother, I don't care.”

Those bright eyes lock with his, perhaps expecting anger, but they meet instead with discernible calmness. 

“You think there's room in there for two?”

“Not really,” he replies, truthfully. In return he receives the look of a dejected puppy, he can't help but smirk as he runs a soapy hand down the side of his companion's face. He folds his legs and they create two mountains within the ocean of the bath. 

“you can try though, you stink…”

“♪ Sae-Chan!” If they had tails, Sae imagines they would both be wagging, his own splashing water everywhere.

 He can't help the way his stomach fills with butterflies as he watches that big frame try as eagerly as possible to fit into their small tub, creating big waves as he sinks down clumsily, before slipping forward with a shaky howl. 

Shidou is caught before his body can smack against the marble, in Sae's warm embrace, their bodies soft against each other and oh so warm. He vibrates with a gust of laughter which resonates in both of their chests. He lingers in the embrace, listening to the thumping of their hearts in beat, feeling the solid limbs as they rest over his own. Shidou's cock is thankfully still flaccid, it pulses in tandem with his own as they graze against each other. 

Sae pries them softly apart, so that they're face to face, examining each other closely for a reaction. 

“You still stink…” he just mutters before licking his lips, turning his head just slightly to view Shidou from below. 

“You know you love it~” Ryusei smirks, his eyes lidded, eyebrows raised, the apple in his throat inadvertently bobbing up and down. 

I do, Sae thinks but doesn't say, he doesn't need to recount the facts. He loves everything about this man, no matter what state he's in. Angry, explosive, happy, over-energised, underestimated, unsure and under tension. He spreads foamy bubbles up Shidou's nape, rubs it into his skin. 

They're still locked in on one another, gazes adamant, unsaid words on their lips that all disappear once they settle on a joint resolution. They both lean forward, their noses brushing, their eyelashes fluttering against each other's cheeks. 

They kiss. It's not a quick action, not fiery and desperate, instead it's drawn out. Their mouths re-meet, softer every time, more prepared, welcoming. Sae's low hums get swallowed up by Shidou's loud groans. 

Their hands spread intimately against one another's wide torsos, massaging calming lavender soap into spent muscles and torn skin.

“You're so good to me, Sae ♪” Shidou mumbles against his lips, their foreheads touching, wet magenta bangs mixing with untidy blonde spikes. 

“I…” and he's unsure, he's not built for relationships or intimacy. He purses his lips, thinking for a moment, and when Ryusei waits expectantly rather than filling the void with more nonsense quips, he finds himself giving in to his heart's strong resolve. 

“That's because I love you,” he responds, but it's so quiet that he might as well have just thought it a third time. 

There's another moment of silence which weighs down on him like a boulder, before it's filled with a pleasant laughter he's become accustomed to hearing. He hadn't missed the way his companion's body tensed, caught off guard. He tries not to imagine the term love being used against him. 

That heavy head comes to rest against his shoulder, those arms gripping him hard like he might try to run away, might melt into the pool within which they sit. 

“Well, that's a first,” Ryusei says. Sae can feel the imprint of those sharp teeth against his skin as the man grins. Perhaps side by side, they both think, it better not be the last.