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What do you do, when you’ve died a thousand times holding onto your most illogical, unrealistic dream?
What do you do, when you climbed out of your grave, and that dream is suddenly in reach?
“Kaiser, I love you.”
Love.
That terribly addicting concept Kaiser has never truly been able to let go of as a child, ever the closeted romantic. The craving you desire all your life, withheld from small, boney hands, deprived out of a child, all of a sudden condensed into a person you never thought could exist.
Terrifying, alarming. What can Kaiser do, besides lash out against it?
Don’t want it, don’t deserve it, don’t need it.
Excuses built into excuses. An evasion tactic under the guise of rationalization. Kaiser ran away instead of closing the distance, and ended up hurting both sides.
Only when the light in those blue eyes threatened to flicker out, not for any of the promises Kaiser made, but for some thoughtless, cruel abandonment of those feelings, when Kaiser could match its intensity just as easily, did he hurl himself across the chasm of a self-perceived inability to be loved, chasing the budding future of that dream.
“I don’t know love,” he confessed, voice small, these crippling feelings harboring inside him like a nest of wasps, stinging and burning painfully red, “But I think I like you too. Can you teach me how to love?”
“Yes,” Yoichi laughed wetly, and hugged him for the first time.
Hugs. Another new thing, besides a ‘relationship.’ In both, Kaiser doesn’t know what to do, and relies on Yoichi to guide him.
”Hold me and I’ll hold you. If you’re anxious, just listen to our heartbeats.”
Ribcage against ribcage, two bodies molded together. The stone stiff tension of his arms thawed out, and hugs quickly became one of his most favorite things. He wanted them every day now, chasing Yoichi at the back to feel skin caress skin.
Patiently, Yoichi walked the length with him, teaching him these habits until he got used to them and Kaiser ended up clinging to Yoichi like a leech.
Oftentimes, Kaiser had extreme reactions to these touches. Turns out Kaiser had something called ‘skin starvation’ from lacking the necessary developments a child went through, and within a safe environment, Kaiser’s body acclimated to Yoichi like a starved duckling. No matter how touchy, Yoichi bore it all like a saint.
Here, in these soft moments, Kaiser is repeatedly caught off guard by the reality of love—having someone so patient and loving, endlessly partial to taking care of him. It’s so confusing, so difficult to believe. The awe he experiences reminds him that he is a person born tainted.
The unwanted, filthy child.
A part of him that was always there, and will continue to be there, whispering in his ear. Kaiser, more than ever, wanted to be free. But how can he be free when it’s such a struggling unlearning the lessons he had to imitate to survive?
“Micha.”
Strong, beautiful hands moved to hold his waist from behind, patting his stomach as his head rested by the crook of his neck from where Kaiser was sitting on the edge of their bed.
“You’re thinking deeply again,” Yoichi hums. “Don’t fall too far away in there, okay? I’m right here.”
The mess in his head quiets, the prickling fear and doubt soften under Yoichi’s attention.
Maybe healing is not a fast process, but it’s a journey he is walking with Yoichi.
Kaiser breathed out slowly, locked limbs falling away weakly to lean into Yoichi. Yoichi holds him up. Doesn’t complain or anything. His silence when Kaiser is so visibly vulnerable makes his heart tremble and shake.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Yoichi asks, but doesn’t push. Quietly supportive.
Yoichi makes him feel so many things since they’ve become a couple. Even before, to be fair. His feelings towards him were always intense and tumultuous, often verging towards one extreme end or the other. He wanted Yoichi to pay attention to him, wanted Yoichi to yell at him, be angry at him, wanted Yoichi to talk to him, to smile at him. It was a messy, tedious desire, all tangled together under the same frenzy to be seen.
He regrets how he handled it, lashing against Yoichi and making an already tense acquaintanceship more hostile than it should’ve been.
And then, Yoichi confessed—to him and Kaiser topped his rage, only for it to dry out and bleed into panic when he felt Yoichi’s presence in his life threaten to disappear.
From regret, came guilt and sorrow, relief and gratitude. Yoichi gave him a change. And then, it was happiness, the real kind, and somewhere along the way, it even turned into love.
“There’s still a lot about love I don’t know,” he admits to Yoichi. His musing comes from the dark, lonely memory of a child, but he doesn’t want Yoichi to worry about that. They’ve been making progress. “And I know you’ve been teaching me about it.”
Yoichi hums, nosing over his neck. His pulse jumped. Kaiser breathed slowly, overwhelmed again.
And love, well, love was rarely ever alone.
Kaiser shuffled unconsciously. His heart stuttered when Yoichi’s breath tickled his chin.
The pooling warmth redirected below his navel, a deeper tinge to it. Less chaste, more…
His hands clenched. He wanted to do something.
He even thinks he knows what it is.
“But there’s something I’ve been wanting to try,” Kaiser breathes, his voice croakier, entirely aware of how Yoichi’s body slotted into his. Smaller, softer, but firm, hard with muscles and abs.
“Yes?” Yoichi encourages him to continue. Kaiser’s lip twitches up. Yoichi is always excited when Kaiser takes initiative to communicate or want something in their relationship. He presses on.
“We’ve been doing a lot of couple things, but there’s one we haven’t tried yet… my, uh, my body… I’ve been feeling—“ He turns red. Muscles jump and twitch at the hand caressing up and down his abs. “—warm when you… you touch me like that.”
The little genius catches on quick. His hand slows itself from tickling Kaiser’s stomach.
“Oh.”
A nerve jumps, Kaiser clenching his fist. Was it right to mention this? What if he was alone in this? What if—
A kiss drops on his cheek. “I’m glad. I wanted to give you space because I know it must be hard, so hearing that you’re ready to try and take the next step makes me happy.”
Kaiser’s mouth opens, “Oh.” A light, glowing ball flutters in his chest. “So we can—we can do it?”
Yoichi smiles. “We’ll go slow. We don’t have to go all the way all at once.”
The warmth doubles. He shuffled, suddenly restless. Kaiser kisses Yoichi back, who melts and lets Kaiser take him down the bed.
Yoichi opens his arms, smiling softly.
‘Come to me,’ his eyes said.
Kaiser follows him down.
Kissing is where they usually start.
Kissing is sweet, warm and safe. They usually stop before anything got heavy. No—it was more like Yoichi stopped them, now that he thinks about it. Yoichi, who takes control of their shared affection so Kaiser didn’t cross somewhere he wasn’t ready to explore yet. Somehow, Yoichi knew that line better than Kaiser himself did.
This time, Yoichi doesn’t stop him. Kaiser kisses Yoichi like usual, closed mouth and chaste, lingering. Yoichi twist his head and Kaiser follows, adapting. Their lips lock and twist, deepening bit by bit. Soft sounds leave Kaiser as the room heats up, his oxygen cut down. Kaiser pulls away. Breathes.
“Okay so far?” Yoichi checks in.
“I’m good,” Kaiser confirms. Dips down for another round.
Their kissing cuts deeper, chasing the wet heat of each other’s mouth. Kaiser pushes Yoichi into the mattress, stealing his gasps. His hands start to roam.
A hand pushes up his shirt, revealing his hard torso, abs, and then his chest. Yoichi glances down to Kaiser’s frozen hand.
“You can keep going,” Yoichi whispers, kissing the side of his trembling jaw. A permission.
His hands pushed up higher, pulling his shirt off him. Kaiser’s hand spread across his abdomen, touch so ticklishly light that his muscles jumped with every brush.
Watching, his touch got firmer; grabbing, grasping, and holding, the layers of fat dipping under his hand with applied pressure. Kaiser’s thumbs brushed his cute pink nipples, making Yoichi’s breathing tremble, unsteady. He’s never gone this far before.
Emboldened, Kaiser rubbed both nipples, flicking them and watched Yoichi squirm. A bitten-off moan sets his blood on fire. His Yoichi was sensitive.
Playful, Kaiser firmly pinched one of his nipples.
Yoichi jolts. His brows furrowed with disapproval, but didn’t stop Kaiser, blushing.
Kaiser felt the stirrings of a foreign hunger as Yoichi’s nipples harden. He lowered himself and exchanged his fingers for his mouth.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He has no experience in sex or the intricacies of the human body. He doesn’t know if there are rules to follow or an order you did things in, but Yoichi reacted to his touches nonetheless, tangling his fingers in his hair, not yanking or tugging, just resting, and Kaiser began to think it didn’t matter.
He mouths at Yoichi’s chest, dragging wide open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. He hovered over a nipple and gave it an experimental lick.
Yoichi’s breath hitches. Kaiser chases that sound by altering between licking and sucking. Tugging the sensitive bud by his teeth, he’s rewarded with the softest mewl. The arousal in the chest spills out, edged into a forest fire.
He unlatched from the saliva-slicked nipple and moved up Yoichi’s body to steal another kiss. Instinctively, Kaiser rolled his hips against him.
Rarely did Kaiser feel arousal, but playing with Yoichi’s body… he couldn’t control the heaviness of his cock.
Kissing, touching… everything was so insanely good.
He wondered what more he was allowed to do.
Yoichi wrapped his arms around his shoulders and met his grinding. Kaiser shuddered, excited, and put more force behind his hips.
Kaiser licked into Yoichi’s mouth, addicted to this new type of kissing. When their tongues brushed against each other, Kaiser’s hips rolled deeply against Yoichi, inhaling his shaky breaths.
His cock was so hard and all Kaiser could do was mindlessly hump Yoichi, trying to get more of that foreign and good sensation in his gut.
He separated from Yoichi’s sweet lips and moaned above him. His face was scrunched in concentration, trying to piece together that feeling when he grabbed Yoichi’s hips and ground against him with much more pressure.
Yoichi, unseen by Kaiser lost in his own pleasure, made an expression of understanding and helped by shifting to give Kaiser more stimulation.
Kaiser moaned again, moving faster. A drop of sweat slid down his face. His eyes snapped open, suddenly wide and panicked.
“Yoichi—shit, something’s—“
Yoichi didn’t let him run away, whispering. “Let go, Micha. Don’t be afraid. Let it wash over you.”
Kaiser moaned long and loud, a pleasure unlike any he’s ever known erupting sparks into him. Yoichi held him securely as Kaiser whimpered and experienced the first orgasm of his life. His hips snapped up, chasing the splintering fragments of pleasure as his energy was sapped out of him and he fell into Yoichi’s chest.
Yoichi smiled and kissed his sweaty forehead. “Michael, are you okay?”
“Mh-hm.”
Yoichi chuckled. Combed his hair. “That got a lot of out of you, didn’t it?”
Kaiser made another sound. Yoichi found it adorable. Before he even knows it, Kaiser falls asleep. Isagi, seeing this, laughs softly and ignores the sticky wet mess in his panties in favor of letting Kaiser sleep.
After this, Kaiser takes a heightened interest in sex. He’s like a teenage boy, but Isagi is happy to accommodate him, showing him how good it can be and helping him strengthen his endurance bit by bit.
But Kaiser never lasts longer for anything else, and because of this, Isagi accidentally neglects his own needs in favor of his boyfriend.
He doesn’t mind, but it gets tough satisfying himself. Normally, he takes care of himself immediately after Kaiser falls asleep. With Kaiser’s endurance in sex an all time low as such an inexperienced beginner where he can’t even stay up long enough to keep going, Isagi moves the bathroom to finger his pussy or use a vibrator.
After a while of that, no matter what he does, he can’t seem to orgasm as quickly. He takes to masturbating beside Kaiser’s sleeping form, inhaling his scent and staring at Kaiser’s beautiful face. It helps, but just barely, when Isagi starts dreaming of getting brutally fucked.
Isagi wants Kaiser’s cock, especially after Isagi starts giving him head. Kaiser’s whines get him so fucking soaked. His eyes are always blown wide, staring at Isagi on his knees with that delicious expression of vulnerability…
Isagi fantasizes.
Isagi on top while Kaiser is restrained, dominating the Emperor, leash in hand. Kaiser begging him to cum, crying, straining against a collar with his name on it.
“Fuck. Please, Yoichi.”
Isagi squirts all over himself at the thought of it.
“I think I have a kink,” Isagi whispers to himself after he cleans up. But he can’t bring it up to Kaiser yet. What if he scared him away? Kaiser has only just begun exploring his sexuality, Isagi wasn’t going to ruin that.
Unfortunately, while he knew his routine wouldn’t last long, he might’ve underestimated how much Kaiser paid attention to him.
In the afternoons when they’re free, they like to go on a run or on a dafe in one of their favorite restaurants. Isagi’s begun to turn these offers down as a way to get some time alone and masturbate. One of these days, Isagi was a bit too excited to get Kaiser out of the house and made Kaiser suspicious without realizing it.
After his boyfriend left, Isagi brought out his small collection of toys. It wasn’t anything crazy. He had a standard dildo the size of Kaiser’s dick, an egg vibrator, and a regular vibrator that hit inside him the best. He chose his favorite vibrator, wet with anticipation after that morning when Kaiser had kissed him like a madman for making his favorite breakfast.
Isagi had gotten so wet so fast he was embarrassed.
Isagi huffed to himself. “I feel like I’m conditioning myself to get aroused whenever Micha does something nowadays…”
Which wasn’t good for his heart. The only thing saving him is the fact that he hasn’t gotten wet in public yet. Thank god for small mercies.
Alone, Isagi doesn’t bother hiding in the bathroom. He closes the door to the bedroom and takes off his clothes, but leaves his white panties on, which have already dampened at the front.
As he spreads his legs and teases a finger over his clothed bottom half, Isagi wonders if it was a mistake to keep this part of him quiet from Kaiser.
It was never meant to be a secret. When they had first started dating, everything was very overwhelming. Isagi had learned of Kaiser’s past, and then they’d gotten closer, discovering the depths of their feelings for one another. Kaiser was never been sexual during that time and Isagi was floating on cloud nine being in a relationship with Kaiser, so there was never a right time to mention this part of his body to Kaiser.
Kaiser very well might believe Isagi had a dick like him.
As Isagi played himself, he worried a little.
Kaiser wouldn’t reject him over this, would he?
He shook his head. This wasn’t the time. He’ll worry about that in the future.
Isagi used two fingers, teasing over his folds as he slipped his panties aside. He breathed shallowly as he circled a wet finger over his clit, just teasing himself for now. One of his hands cupped his chest, and he thought of Kaiser, who had a growing fascination with his chest, Isagi noticed.
His breathing deepened as his mind wandered to Kaiser’s expressions. He looked so cute and eager when they messed around. Kaiser looked overwhelmed by pleasure whenever Isagi touched him just right. It made Isagi want to tease him more and more…
A single digit went inside, easy and painless, just to feel the walls and spread it open. He quickly entered another one, impatient. Isagi thought of Kaiser’s crooked grin, kissing him with confidence, and got wetter, heart thumping.
A third finger. A fourth. Now Isagi could feel the stretch. He pumped them inside slowly, scissoring the walls to accommodate his rabbit.
When Isagi moaned, his clit throbbing from the cold air, he decided it was time. Kaiser should be coming back in half an hour so he should finish this quickly.
Isagi swiped the head of his vibrator on his hole, calmly slipping it inside before he turned it on. He could imagine Kaiser above him, learning to thrust inside him. Maybe even asking for Isagi’s guidance on how to fuck him best.
He forced the head to pop inside. Eager. God, the thought of that made him crazy.
Thrusting it shallowly, Isagi found the settings. He took a deep breath and dove in, flinching as his insides were bullied by the vibration.
“Mnhn, oh,” Isagi gasped, squirming. He resumed thrusting it, the vibrations hitting off his walls continuously.
He gasped and mewled. “Feels good~”
Without him noticing it, the door was opened. Only when the sound of something falling reached his ears did Isagi pay attention.
Raising his head, there was Kaiser, staring at Isagi with wide, shocked eyes.
Isagi gasped loudly, hastily turning the toy off. “Kaiser?! What are you—shouldn’t you be out?!”
Did he mistake the time? Why is Kaiser back?!
“You were being suspicious, so I pretended to leave,” he mentioned. Kaiser walked deeper into their bedroom. “I heard alarming noises. I thought you invited another man, but that wasn’t the case. This is…”
Isagi threw the sheets over himself. His face was so red he couldn’t even look beyond the floor.
This… this is humiliating. Kaiser had caught him in the worst position!
“I…” he swallowed. His throat was like sandpaper. “I meant to tell you. I didn’t mean to keep it a secret.” Kaiser wouldn’t hate him for this. He couldn’t. Yet Isagi bowed his head, fearful of his possible expression.
“Yoichi.”
Here it comes. He closed his eyes to Kaiser’s answer, but instead, Kaiser’s words shock Isagi’s system.
“Can we have sex?”
Eh?
Kaiser couldn’t believe his selfishness.
How was it that he didn’t even notice he’s been leaving Yoichi unsatisfied? Such a thing was unacceptable. What kind of boyfriend was he?
If anything, realizing that he fell asleep quickly after each sexual act horrified him. To think he was that weak against pleasure…
He wouldn’t stand for it, not if he wanted to make Yoichi feel good too.
Kaiser kneeled on the floor in between Yoichi’s open legs, staring at Yoichi’s crotch.
He hadn’t expected it.
True, Yoichi has always been unique in more ways than one, catching his attention from day one, but this was truly beyond the realm of possibility. Being in a relationship, he thought Yoichi’s ability to surprise him would have a limit, but this might take the cake.
“Micha, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay.”
He sat himself down, glaring at the pretty, pink pussy he hasn’t been able to break eye contact with for half an hour.
“Micha…” Yoichi tried again.
“We’re going to have sex,” Kaiser commanded. And it was final.
He had to make up for neglecting his beloved for so long. Before himself, Kaiser was gonna make sure Yoichi came more than three times.
“No way,” Yoichi had laughed initially. “It takes longer to draw out, so you should just focus on yourself.”
The hell? Did Yoichi not believe he had what it took to make him cum? Is that why he’s taken to pleasuring himself?
The thought of that pissed Kaiser off so fucking badly. He was a man. And he would prove it to Yoichi. He was gonna make him cum so hard he’ll never rely on a toy again.
“I’m going to start,” Kaiser informed. Yoichi, who took the hint not to dissuade him anymore, nodded and opened his legs wider.
Kaiser knew his inexperience was way too real, but he had thought that as long as Yoichi was the same as him, that it would be easy to learn from any mistakes he made.
Yet, with his pussy unveiled, Kaiser knew he was gonna have to work harder to pleasure Yoichi.
Curious, Kaiser’s fingers felt the skin and found it much more supple and thin than regular skin. He slid a finger in between his closed slit, watching as it moved and shifted when Kaiser pulled the folds apart.
Complex anatomy. Kaiser’s head rattled off the names of every part of Yoichi’s vagina. That was the labia and it folded over the vulva vestibule. The clitoris was at the top hidden under its hood, pink in color. The vaginal opening was twitching from Yoichi playing with it earlier, and the smaller urethral hole was seen just above it. Kaiser swallowed, digging his finger into the wet, fleshy surface, weirdly transfixed the longer he stared.
As his finger drew circles around his hole, Kaiser felt something inside him bloom and bleed. He cleared his throat yet it was still dry, an itch he couldn’t swallow past. He was hungry, all of a sudden. He wanted to eat.
He focused on Yoichi’s clit, the small little bell drawing his eyes from how it peeked out cutely. He poked it gently and Kaiser’s thumb dwarfed it, pushing it back under the hood with a nail. Kaiser saw it redden in real time, Yoichi’s wetness naturally lubricating the whole area.
“Ah, cute,” Kaiser mumbled to himself. He coaxed the clit from under its hood, round and red, and clearly sensitive as Yoichi jolted at the warm air his mouth pushed on it. Kaiser blinked. He hadn’t even noticed he moved so closely to it.
He flattened a finger against Yoichi’s hole, letting it be swallowed inside. Oh. Kaiser gulped again. That restless, hungry coil inside him got worse. Watching how he sunk inside so easily… wow.
He shivered at the feeling of his finger inside somewhere so warm. It rippled against him, like a current. Kaiser tugged it out slowly and watched the inner walls try and keep it inside.
Kaiser lifted off the back of his knees, breathing near Yoichi’s thigh, air hot and thick. He wiggled a second finger and the hole accepted them both.
Kaiser glanced up at Yoichi. Was he doing it right?
Yoichi had flushed cheeks, and was smiling softly down at him. “You’re… doing good, Micha.”
Good. The praise fell like a thick blanket, holding him inside. He liked it when Yoichi said stuff like that. It stroked a part of his brain, rewarded. Spurred, Kaiser thrusted his two fingers in and out of Yoichi.
Below, Kaiser’s cock was straining against his zipper. He unzipped and took it out, but didn’t touch it further. He wanted to make Yoichi cum first. He can take care of himself after.
It was so fleshy and warm inside Yoichi. The sight of him touching this part of Yoichi might not be good for his health as he began to pant against his leg.
He—he wants to be inside.
Kaiser shuffled, grunting at how hard his cock was to ignore. Wedging inside a third finger, Yoichi moaned and he forgot all about himself.
“Yoichi,” Kaiser croaked, and now his throat was salivating for something to quench it, “I wanna taste you. Can I do that?”
Yoichi panted, wetness slipping into the crack of his ass. “With your mouth, Micha? You sure?”
“My, my head’s like… I don’t know, screaming at me to taste you. Like if I don’t, I’ll die.” Kaiser pleaded, glancing up at Yoichi below his lashes. “Can I? Please?”
Isagi shuddered, nearly came from those words alone. He nodded his head enthusiastically, “Yes, yes, Micha. Go ahead.”
Kaiser dove in, taking his fingers out. He didn’t let Yoichi stay empty, his long tongue combing through the places his fingers had explored.
Kaiser groaned. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.
Drool slipped down his chin, the tightness of Yoichi’s inner cavity felt much more fiercely on his tongue. It was so intimate. It was close to how he felt in Yoichi’s throat, but this felt closer, more intense. Maybe because Kaiser could feel a throbbing sensation in his mouth coming from Yoichi’s cunt. Like there was a pulse inside him, a heartbeat, and Kaiser was seconds away from eating it.
He licks a stripe right up the center of Yoichi’s pussy, pushing back in with his tongue flared into a firm muscle.
His tongue ran over the upper-side of his cunt, wiggling his tongue over the dips that lead to that place inside him he couldn’t reach through his mouth alone. His cervix. The barrier keeping Kaiser from his womb. A deep, dark, animalistic desire flared in his gut, making him growl.
The thought of being inside it. Fuck. His cock drooled. Yoichi’s womb was his, right? He was allowed to fuck and breed it?
He moaned higher, sucking on Yoichi’s pussy lips, kissing is sloppily like he was making out with it.
The taste, the smell—Kaiser groaned, mindless, rubbing his face in it like a drunk. The folds spread like butter, and he licked the running slick where it curved down Yoichi’s cheeks.
Kaiser was inexperienced in pussy eating, had no technique to speak of, but he didn’t think Yoichi minded his amateurish performance as his abdomen tensed periodically, those hands fisted tightly with a clump of his hair hostage.
“Mnhh, god.” Kaiser’s mouth smacked open, huffing between Yoichi’s inner and outer lips where it’s hot and smooth and tasty, mouthing over the thick, wet skin of his sweet mound.
He wanted to breed Yoichi, wanted to pump his seed inside him and keep it there. Kaiser’s tongue slid out and covered his pussy up and down, swirling over that cute clit. Drooling over it.
Closing his lips, Kaiser sucks.
“Hhhihh!” Yoichi makes a cute, high pitched thrill, his hands yanking at his hair fiercely. The bell-like clit throbs into his mouth, and Yoichi can barely handle the stimuli as he thrashes around, crying out with babbling gasps.
Has Yoichi even been feeling good in their time together? The poisonous thought taunts him. This was the first time he’s seen Yoichi so affected. Kaiser growls, and holds Yoichi in place when his hips jump to escape. No. Kaiser wasn’t letting Yoichi go. He’ll make up for neglecting his lover as he had.
Kaiser was gonna make Yoichi fall apart.
“Ah, ahnh, too much, it’s too much!” Yoichi screams, nearly incoherent. He tugs Yoichi’s clit with his teeth. Yoichi sobs, thighs closing around Kaiser’s head. Kaiser forces them back open, pinned open and harshly kept against the bed. “Nooo! Can’t, Micha you can’t –”
Sex is a new thing for him. It’s been enjoyable so far, but face stuffed in Yoichi’s cunt, lapping at the dripping juices—Kaiser feels like a starving dog inhaling a plate of wet food.
“Stay still.” He sucks, swallowing the wetness, drunk off the aftertaste of that thick, sweet and salty flavor. Easily addicted. “I’m eating.”
He doesn’t relent, and Yoichi chokes. He cries out, writhing like a dying snake, his face entirely red and wet with fat, overwhelmed tears. The muscles clench and flutter and Kaiser’s hunger strikes a new cord, can’t be satiated by anything that isn’t the plush, fat cunt of his lovely, sobbing slut.
Kaiser grunts deep in his chest. He can’t fucking stop.
“Michaa!” Isagi shrieks, clutching him. With one finger inside Yoichi, Kaiser can tell he must be close from the rhythmic twitching of his cunt.
Kaiser doesn’t put any attention to his poor neglected cock, which throbs and weeps alone, and instead lowers back down and opens his mouth, raising a wet thumb to his clit and throwing him over the cliff-edge of his orgasm by plunging his tongue back inside.
As Yoichi’s insides clench tightly, he squirts and wets Kaiser’s mouth and chin. Kaiser laps it up, nourished.
Yoichi’s orgasm is fascinating. It’s wet and messy, but it’s clear unlike regular male cum. It tastes different too, and the smell—god, the smell still makes his head spin.
Kaiser lets Isagi push him back when the overstimulation gets too much, dislodging him from drinking down more of it. Kaiser licks his lips, then his teeth and gums, lapping up the slick and savors the taste like a fucking dog.
As Yoichi catches his breathing, Kaiser glances down to his dick. It was hard still, purple red, but there’s a streak of cum staining the floor. He must’ve came at some point and hadn’t even felt it.
Just from eating Yoichi out, Kaiser came untouched. He whimpered, cock throbbing. Fuck. Not enough.
“Michaaa.”
Kaiser blinked slowly, Yoichi’s hand tipping his chin to look up. Yoichi’s pupils were dilated and Kaiser wondered what he looked like for Yoichi to coo at him like that.
“Such a good boy~” Yoichi praised happily, “Eating me out like a champ. So, so good. Good boys like that deserve a reward.”
Kaiser’s voice was muffled, rising at attention.
Yoichi with a happy and fucked out look on his face, invited him up the bed. He shuffled back, yanking Kaiser on top of him.
“Michaa, it’s okay, babyy ♡︎,” Yoichi slurred, holding his twitching, sopping wet hole open for him. “Come fuck inside me ♡ want you to stir me up so good ♡︎.”
Kaiser’s breath punched out. His angry, neglected cock lead him between Yoichi’s weak legs.
He was… was going to go inside.
Kaiser’s heart thundered in his ear, his cockhead resting over the open, well stretched hole. He was sweating. He was going to die, go to heaven, he was sure of it.
Yoichi smiled like an irresistible, insatiable siren.
“Bon appetite ♡︎.“
“Haaa… ahhh… Yo—Yoi…chi!”
If there was a limit to pleasure, Kaiser didn’t know what it was.
Trembling, shaking, Kaiser drooled into the pillow. His hands clawed the sheets, his chest heaving up and down, air stuttering in and out. He can’t think, can barely talk, any functioning part of his brain had vacated the moment this heavenly figure sat atop him.
Yoichi is a goddess. He had to be. All pretty and dangerous, dominating in the way he commanded your attention and submission. All Kaiser’s focus was forced to zero on keeping himself awake. He couldn’t black out, not halfway.
But it’s suffocating. Restricting. The pleasure leaks out of any normal level of enjoyment and spills into a more dangerous high. Was something in the air? In his lungs? Has he been infected? Every sensation in his body was heightened like he was intoxicated, but the only drug here was the delicious pussy spread over his cock.
He can’t move. More and more of his strength seeps out whenever Yoichi’s cunt sinks back down, swallowing him whole and Kaiser is simply left grasping for air, for reason, for any inch of fucking sanity.
“Micha,” a soft voice calls, and irritably, it’s even, barely a shake in it. He was still satisfied from his earlier orgasm. “You feel good? Are you okay? Want me to go slower?”
Yoichi is so accommodating. Kaiser would be happy about it if he wasn’t currently losing his mind. One of Kaiser’s hand flies to Yoichi’s soft upper thigh, and the natural fat there, the soft folds, has Kaiser gulping down. God, he felt pathetic.
“No—yes—“ Kaiser sobs. He doesn’t know. It feels so good, so good Kaiser thinks he’s doing something wrong. Kaiser never feels good, never deserves it, so having it in abundance is messing with the reality he’s been lived through all his life.
It feels good. I want more. I shouldn’t want more.
Fear edges into his thoughts. A panic.
I don’t deserve it.
Yoichi, perhaps noticing where his mind is running off to, slows his pace, untightens his pussy as best as he can and Kaiser can—not breathe, not really—but he can focus just a bit better.
He’s hit with self loathing at making Yoichi stop, but Yoichi drags his soft lips over his face. He kisses his nose, cheek, forehead, eye. The affection bleeds the stress away.
“Let’s take our time, Micha,” Yoichi murmurs, soft and wonderful. “I don’t mind, I just wanna make you feel good.”
He is loved, truly. Even without saying the phrase itself, Kaiser can tell because Yoichi taught him how to recognize these moments for what they are.
“Okay,” Kaiser mumbles in a small voice. Instead of thrusting, Yoichi grinds, and the pleasure pooling is softer, tender, almost painful because of it. Kaiser’s cock is so snug, he feels like he’s held in the heart of Yoichi.
Kaiser sighs, and relaxes by categorizing Yoichi’s expressions. His eyes are closed, teeth pulled over lips. There was a spot in Yoichi that made him shake and clench when Kaiser’s cock brushes it and Kaiser tacked on it to remember it for later.
Yoichi looks so good riding him. Gorgeous. Messy. Sexy. Kaiser wants to fuck him. He knows he can take control, Yoichi would easily give it to him, but he’s scared he’ll get lost in the pleasure if he did.
Kaiser bites his tongue and swallows the pain. Panting. He was pathetic.
“Mnh, oh, that—that,” Yoichi stuttered, grinding a certain way that pushed Kaiser’s cock into a specific area. Yoichi threw his head back, targeting that place. “Micha, your cock’s, mmn, so perfect. Not even my toys can make me feel like this.”
Kaiser’s heart jumped. His hands, that have been anchored to the sheets fly to grab Yoichi’s hips. He brings Yoichi down, making him gasp, as he digs into that sensitive spot.
“Michael?” Yoichi whispers, eyes half-lidded. “It’s okay, I can… I can do all the work.”
Kaiser shakes his head. No. No way. Kaiser was gonna fuck Yoichi until he was only a melty, wet puddle beneath him.
Kaiser lifts off his back, meets Yoichi who is sitting on his lap. Kaiser kisses him, edges him back until Yoichi knows where Kaiser wants him.
Yoichi lets Kaiser take the lead. Kaiser takes Yoichi by the hand and kisses his knuckles one by one, and doesn’t go any faster. He bites the skin and sucks near his wrist’s pulse, staring into Yoichi’s eyes the whole time.
I adore you. You mean everything to me.
He kisses into his elbow and up his shoulder, red like blush. Kaiser bumps his nose into Yoichi’s.
“I’m gonna try to…” Kaiser whispers, suddenly nervous. What if he came too fast and he left Yoichi to hang and dry by himself? What if it wasn’t even good because he didn’t know what he was doing?
Yoichi smiled. “Okay. I know you can do it.”
Kaiser kisses Yoichi again, and slowly rocks up, building up a rhythm for them. It’s like a wave, pulling to shore gently and leaving, just to come back a bit stronger.
Kaiser accidentally slips out a few times, but Yoichi quickly helps guide him back to the right hole. Yoichi then pulls a leg over his waist to keep himself close enough so Kaiser doesn’t slip out as easily. Kaiser’s thrusts start to build up more power and the pleasure crests on them both.
Kaiser still can’t believe how lucky he is. Someone like him gets to be with Yoichi, who loves him unconditionally. At that thought, Kaiser whimpers.
Yoichi’s pussy is like a furnace, snug and warm and comfortable. Kaiser pants as Yoichi’s body opens up to him. As expected, it feels ridiculously good. His thrusts are eager, fast, and loses the rhythm he’d build up earlier.
Yoichi whines, targeting his ear, his beautiful voice falling inside like honey.
“I’m so happy, Micha. We’re connected in the most intimate way. Does it feel good for you too?”
Kaiser’s eyes screw shut, gasp punched out. “Yes, Yoichi—feels—“
Yoichi croons, petting Kaiser’s head, accepting every harsh and excited thrust.
“You like it? Like Yoichi’s pussy?” That sentence fried through his brain.
Kaiser let out a wet, gurgling gasp. “Lot—love Yoichi’s pussy—lots—so much. Gh—good—ghh!” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his cock was sinfully squeezed, that wet, warm heavenly place keeping him from falling back into the earth.
“Feels good,” Kaiser whines, and he looks close to tears. “Wanna cum. Wanna cum.”
“Cum? You’ll have to make me cum first,” Yoichi teased. “If you do, I’ll give you another reward. Only good boys that listen get rewards.”
God. He loved being called that. Kaiser immediately started thrusting harder, his thumb pressed down his weeping clit to bully it into another orgasm. Yoichi immediately tightened.
“Ah! So fast—“
Kaiser had to do it quickly. He didn’t have any confidence in believing he’ll be able to hold back from coming.
Kaiser enjoyed the sight of Yoichi losing his mind and kept thrusting like an animal. Annoyingly, Kaiser felt his eyes and face tighten like he was about to cry. Motherfucker.
Kaiser immediately hid his face into Yoichi’s neck, sucking the skin to ignore the urge, but as Yoichi’s voice grew louder and louder, Yoichi’s words took a turn.
“Micha,” Yoichi whimpered sweetly, “I love you. I love you so much. I’m so happy to have met you. I want to stay with you forever. Mi—anh! Micha, please rely on me more, you’re not alone anymore. I’m here. I love you.”
Kaiser fucking sobs, his shoulders hitching up. Yoichi came first, seizing up with the power of his orgasm and the way he rippled and twisted and folded tipped Kaiser as well.
“Come inside me, Michael.”
Kaiser did.
He couldn’t pull out even if he wanted too. He filled Yoichi as he fantasized about with an insane amount of cum. Yoichi responds by wrapping his legs around him, keeping his buried inside, gasping at the warmth that floods him. When he was done, Kaiser pulled up to look at Yoichi.
He didn’t know, but his face was a mess of tears and sweat and blush. Yoichi simpers, holding his cheeks and kissing him gently.
Kaiser melted into Yoichi’s hold. Vulnerability is not something he was often, but with Yoichi, it was becoming second nature.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” Yoichi said conversationally. “Congrats.”
Kaiser grunted. “As if you weren’t a virgin too.”
“We leveled up together,” Yoichi grinned. “You feel okay? Sore?”
“Some,” he admitted. “Yoichi…”
“Yes?”
“I think I really like sex now.”
Yoichi laughed. “That’s good. I hope we get to do this more times too…”
Kaiser smiled back. They cleaned up and moved back to the bedroom after everything was changed. When they got ready for bed, Kaiser couldn’t help but stare at Yoichi.
He looked beautiful in the moonlight, like an impossible dream. Under the sheets, Yoichi settled closely beside him.
Kaiser can now hold his dream, no longer impossible.