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The bar was rowdy, filled with the chatter of the regular patrons who Alexis had recognized few faces of.
He hated this. He'd been waiting for his teammates for over an hour before everyone had miraculously cancelled on him besides stupid fucking Yoichi, who was sat right next to him on that damn barstool. He was scrolling through his phone, sipping on some fruity drink Alexis couldn't even imagine plaguing his stomach with.
He was on his nth drink of the hour himself, going between whiskeys and bourbons. He didn't have many drinks he actually liked, never has been privy to alcohol, but the crushig loneliAlexis and burning hot anger were enough to get him to this point.
"The work event ended up just being us," Yoichi says as he looks up from his phone, striking blue eyes meeting beautiful magenta.
Alexis huffed, looking over his face and frowning. "Yeah, everyone cancelled except for you."
"You okay?"
No, Alexis wasn't okay. This damn alcohol was clearly warping his perception because for some reason Yoichi looked really good right now, and staring at him was burning a pit of pleasure deep within his loins. His pussy was aching with need, begging for someone to fill it.
Usually, at the end of the night he'd drag Kaiser home with him, shove him into the bed and ride him into the sunset. Yet, Kaiser wasn't here so that burning need from the hefty drinking turned his eyes completely towards someone he knew it shouldn't.
"Hey, Alexis?" Yoichi waves his hand in his face, double checking to make sure he was still paying attention.
"What?" Alexis snaps out of frustration, "I was ignoring you on purpose." he lies.
"Bullshit," Yoichi groans, shifting in his seat and turning his whole body to face him. Alexis was half-tempted to face away completely, just to piss him off (and save some dignity). "Since we're here we should at least talk to each other."
"About what?" Magenta eyes narrow in false annoyance, "What the hell would we talk about, stupid Yoichi??"
"Mh, what are you drinking?" Yoichi asks suddenly.
"Apple bourbon." Alexis responds easily. He doesn't make the effort to ask Yoichi what he's drinking—-mostly because he's focused on the way Yoichi's fingers wrap around his glass, looking nice and thick, like they'd fit perfectly inside his pussy. He bets Yoichi's really good in bed. He wonders if he's as attentive in bed as he is on the field, or if he's like a lost puppy needing guidance.
Alexis wouldn't mind guiding him in the slightest.
"Alexis—"
"Huh?" Alexis's eyes flow back up to Yoichi's, watching as the man sighed and downed the rest of his drink.
"I was saying… why don't we go dance together?"
"No—" Alexis starts, but Yoichi doesn't seem much into listening this time, because he's already grabbing Yoichi's hand and dragging him out onto the dancefloor.
Alexis does try to protest again once they're on the packed dancefloor, but he's being pulled into strong, warm arms and suddenly his brain melts at the contact they share.
Yoichi is warm, he's grown a lot since they'd first started playing for the same team, too. Almost reaching Alexis's height now.
"You're too silent," Yoichi says into his ear.
Alexis's heart flutters, his breath shuddering slightly. "Yeah," he answers dryly.
"What's happening? " Yoichi asks, "You don't sound like you. You're being weird."
Alexis stays quiet for a minute, only reacting when Yoichi's fingers climb up his back, into his hair and tug meanly at it.
"N-ngghh…" Alexis moans, hot and breathy.
He slaps a hand over his mouth quickly in reaction, trying to take back the sound that had slipped past from his lips as if he hadn't already done it.
Yoichi stared, looking equal parts intrigued and mischievous. "Did you just moan from me pulling your hair?" his voice is teasing and Alexis wishes he could rip Yoichi's hair right off his head in retaliation.
"Shut up," he breathed out shakily, "Literally shut the fuck up!" Alexis tries to push himself away from Yoichi's arms, but suddenly he's being brought in even closer, tugged tightly into his chest while Yoichi sways them slightly to the music, not matching the vibe at all.
"Don't be so worried~ I think you sounded pretty cute, little puppy."
"Be quiet," Alexis groans, smacking at his chest and groaning, "I swear to god—"
"You're not taken, are you?" Yoichi asks, "I mean, I'd assume not since Kaiser couldn't even show up—" he starts, and Alexis flat out grabs at his chest, pinpointing his nipple with practiced precision and twisting.
Yoichi hisses, stumbling back. "What the hell?!"
"I said to shut the fuck up, it was your own fault for not listening, stupid Yoichi." Alexis barks out, finally pulling away from him, his head swimming.
Pitch black eyebrows pinch together, Yoichi's face scrunched as he holds his chest, still feeling hurt by Alexis's action. "You're insane," he exhales, searching over Alexis.
Alexis wishes Yoichi would grab him again. Hell, he wouldn't be mad if Yoichi pulled his pants down right here, bent him over a chair and fucked him raw. The heat building inside him is nearing unbearable— he needs something and Yoichi would be so fucking convenient, unfortunately.
"Funny, Kaiser tells me the same thing after I'm done making him cum" Alexis responds haughtily.
Yoichi scoffs, "So you can make Kaiser cum," he rolls his eyes, "But have you cum since you've been stuck with his lukewarm cock this whole time?"
Alexis's cheeks go bright red, "I'm sorry?! What the hell kind of question is that! I feel plenty good thank you!"
"Sure," Yoichi responds, reaching out and grabbing Alexis's chin, "But I can make you feel better." he speaks, tongue tracing over his lips to wet them.
Alexis holds back another pathetic whimper, his hands trying to Brush off Yoichi's again. "S-Stop saying stupid things!" he groans, whimpering way too cutely when Yoichi suddenly tugs him forward.
"So you don't want it Alexis?" Yoichi questions, "Because I think our little trysts turn you on. I can see you pressing your thighs together, needy as a fucking virgin."
Alexis's breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening slightly, "I—"
"Come on, Alexis. I could see it earlier, too." Yoichi tilts his own head closer, their lips almost brushing. "You were staring right at my fingers, I could practically see what you were thinking. I bet you want them inside of you so badly."
Alexis can't speak, not when Yoichi is so close, so so close and breathing in his space and smelling like fucking strawberries and expensive rum. God, he's so close to giving in, to letting his eyes fall shut and his head tilt up to press his lips exactly where they want to be.
"Your body is far more honest than you are, Alexis. " Yoichi mutters, noses bumping together as he nearly kisses him. "Why don't you give it what it wants?"
Alexis makes yet another entirely embarrassing sound, his fingers tangling into Yoichi's shirt, crinkling the fabric. "If— big if— I do this… you won't tell Kaiser anything, right?" he mutters, finally letting himself melt into Yoichi's heavenly touch.
Yoichi laughs quietly, "As if I'd let anyone know I touched you." he mutters, breath mingling with Alexis's. "This is just a convenience, right?" he mutters, letting a hand slide down Alexis's hip, squeezing.
"Mhm… just," Alexis lens up, making their lips touch properly before speaking against Yoichi's own, "Just a convenience. Nothing more."
Then, just as he's been aching to do, he kisses Yoichi first, hot and hungry. It doesn't take long for Yoichi to catch up. His lips slide against Alexis's, a hand coming up to cup the back of the man's head as he forces himself deeper.
Sloppy kissing sounds are drowned out by loud chatter and music in the background, but they could feel each other's breaths, soft pants leaving both of them as they made out messily. At some point, they were barely even on each other's lips, both too far gone. Yoichi had started drifting down Alexis's chin and Alexis had immediately chased his mouth with his own, sliding his tongue inside and moaning as he desperately tried to pull Yoichi closer.
"Yoi—" Alexis moans into his mouth, their tongues sliding together, "nngh~"
Yoichi only pulled away to nip at Alexis's soft cheek, biting the hot, red skin. "You look so fucking cute right now." he pants, "Makes me want to destroy you. God, you're infuriating."
Alexis whimpers, "Do something about it then, Yoichi." His words come out in a soft pant, hands tugging at the other again and tongue trailing across his lips, tasting the lingering flavor of Yoichi's vanilla chapstick on them.
Yoichi groans, gripping Alexis's hip and moving only to slide it around his waist. "Come with me, then. This is far too loud and I want to hear the way you cry out for me when I finally get you on my cock."
Alexis looks up at him and whimpers, his bottom lip being brought between his teeth again. "Okay," he relents, "But you better make it feel good," he exhales, "If you can't fuck me well enough, I''ll up and leave."
Yoichi snorts, "Trust me, I can make you feel good."
The outside air is crisp and cold, as is the concrete that Alexis's back is pressed into, Yoichi's fingers already working at taking off his pants the moment they end up in that cold, dark alley.
It's all rushed, hot and messy kisses, hands running along skin, under clothes, biting at each other's lips.
Alexis feels as though he's on cloud nine, his heart racing as Yoichi holds tightly onto him. None of this is warm or loving—it's hot and rushed and messy. It's heat on heat, stoking each other's flames with hot gasps.
Yoichi's hand slips into Alexis's pants, fingers slipping in between soaked folds and caressing the hot slickness.
"Yoichi," Alexis moans, "Yoichi…" he arches his back, his eyes falling shut as his head thunks back against the wall.
"Just my fingers and you're already moaning my name?" Yoichi asks, "I thought you hated me." Yoichi purrs, pushing two fingers in and stretching Alexis's pussy wide open.
"Nnghh… Yoichi…" Alexis moans again, tugging at his shirt, "Fuck, your fingers…" he gasps, loving the way he fucked him open on them.
"God, look at you," Yoichi laughs, "You look so fucking hot moaning for me, soaking my fucking fingers."
"Mmmnn!" Alexis moans, clutching at Yoichi's shirt tighter and gasping out.
"You're doing so well," Yoichi groans, fucking into him with quick little strokes that pushed so so deep.
Alexis's lips were parted, wet and swollen, letting out more pretty sounds "Hurry—" Alexis whines, "I wanna cum on your cock n-not your fingers—"
Yoichi groans, immediately pulling his fingers out. "If you're so impatient, you can take it just like this." he says, wiping his finger onto Alexis's inner thigh before manhandling him with little effort, making him face the wall and pulling his pants down. "You'll be good for me, won't you?"
"No," Alexis groans, just to be a bitch, and Yoichi smacks his ass, huffing and pulling his own pants down. "You're such a bitch, Alexis." he complains, "No wonder Kaiser won't take you seriously."
Alexis gasps, about to bitch again before Yoichi suddenly shoves inside his pussy in one thrust. Pretty magenta doe eyes fall shut as Yoichi pushes in deeper and deeper.
"F-Fuck!" Alexis whines, shaking and scratching at the wall. "Yoichi—fuck!"
"Too much?" Yoichi asks, not spending any time waiting before he was thrusting in and out of Alexis's messy cunt with loud smacks of their hips, his hands gripping at his pretty little waist and squeezing. "I'm gonna fuck you so good." he groans, "Gonna have you crying. Do you think you can take it all?"
Alexis nods, biting at his bottom lip and arching into Yoichi's touch. "Yes!" he finally moans, cold air biting at his legs while Yoichi drives into him, the burning of his skin contrasting against it. "I-I can do it!" he whines, "I can take it! Please— d-don't stop!"
The hand that was around Alexis's throat tightened, and Alexis choked out another weak whimper.
"Yo—ich-i—nngh!" Alexis chokes out, reveling in the way that Yoichi held him so so tight, the way he was relentless with him.
Sometimes, he wished that Kaiser would do the same. That he'd fuck him hard and fast and reckless rather than allowing Alexis to ride him off into the sunset every single time. Having stupid fucking Yoichi Yiochi fuck him like this had him wondering whether or not Kaiser really wanted him at all, or maybe he just went with whatever Alexis wanted because he didn't want to fight Alexis's clinginess.
Alexis's eyes teared up, dripping down his cheeks and falling to Yoichi's arms.
"You're crying," Yoichi groaned, loosening his grip on Alexis's neck and slowing his thrusts.
"Don't—" Alexis chokes out a sob, "Don't you dare fucking stop!" he sniffles.
"I'm sorry?" Yoichi asks, "I don't want to hurt you or anything god—"
"it's not about that!" Alexis snaps, "Just fuck me through it, if I don't cum soon my crying will be your fault, so continue already, shitty Yoichi!"
Yoichi hesitates for a moment before sighing and giving in. He gripped Alexis's throat tightly again and began ruthlessly pounding into his tight cunt, listening to the way he gushed loudly.
Alexis moaned and sobbed, hand coming up to wrap around Yoichi's wrist tightly, keeping himself grounded to the man hunched over his back.
Yoichi panted quietly, letting only the soft sounds between them fill the space, the soft whirring of cars passing on the road just feet away from him the only other noise hanging in the air around.
He lets Alexis sob into his thrusts, ignoring it, pushing in and out of him and sinking into his own pleasure while Alexis continues to clench around him.
Yoichi's free hand slides to Alexis's front, fondling his folds before rubbing gently at his clit and mouthing at the space below his ear.
"This should get you going more, right?" Yoichi asks, "This feel good?"
"Yes!" Alexis sobs, body trembling in Yoichi's hold, "Y-Yes! It feels so—!"
His whole body tenses as Yoichi nips at his ear, pushing him over the edge and groaning as Nes creams around his cock.
It doesn't take much longer for Yoichi to reach his own peak. pulling out and painting Alexis's thighs with his cum.
Alexis almost falls forward, eyes still spilling tears and wrecked sobs still pushing past his lips. Yoichi catches him, pulling him back into his chest and shushing him gently. "It's okay," he whispers, "I got you."
Those tender words did nothing to mend the ache in Alexis's heart, the one Kaiser had pulled open so many times. In a lot of ways, Yoichi was just like Kaiser,. He was demanding of presence, handsome—not that Alexis wants to admit that, and above all a star player worthy of being called a striker. He'd gained Alexis's attention even if Alexis was so. so against it, pulling him into his stupid fucking orbit with nothing but the vision of how he treated everyone around him.
Isagi Yoichi is horribly perfect, and Alexis hates him for it, hates the way his mind was warping to like him, too. He hates that Michael can't be like him.
Yoichi turns him in his arms, gently wiping Alexis's tears away.
"So, what are you crying over?" he asks.
Alexis sniffles, his eyes falling shut, letting the last few remaining tears squeeze out before leaning into the other. "I just…" it's so stupid, he feels so stupid. How can he tell Yoichi that he wanted something else entirely, something that he couldn't have.
"Is it about Michael?" Yoichi asks.
"Yeah," Alexis sniffles, "I just wish… he would put in more effort."
Yoichi frowns, looking up at him and holding him a little tighter. "Kaiser's a goddamn idiot," he mutters, "Alexis, you could do better, I sincerely hope you know that."
"And who are you to say that?" Alexis asks, "Don't you like, hate me or something?"
Yoichi looks at him puzzled, not responding for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak.
"Alexis, I don't hate you," Yoichi breathes, "God, this whole time I thought you hated me."
"I did," Alexis responds, "I'm sorry—god, I just hate the way you pull everyone in." he murmers. Like you're a disease, infecting everyone around you with your damn… ugh!" Alexis huffs in fustration, still sniffling pathetically and looking down at Yoichi with teary eyes.
"You did hatee me— but now don't?" Yoichi asks. "Why, cause you got my dick inside you?"
"That's" Alexis starts, not entirely wrong, he thinks but doesn't say outloud. "Of course that's not why."
"Then why?" he pushes.
"Because you—I — well," Alexis argues, clearing his throat, "I'm drunk, okay? leave me alone!" he shoves his way out of Yoichi's arm and starts putting himself back together again, letting his eyes wander on Yoichi's nude form. "Aren't you going to dress too? Your shirt is all disheveled and your dick is still out."
Yoichi looks at him for a second before his cheeks turn red, "I—yeah, right." he responds, Yoichi says softly, clearing his throat and quickly pulling his own pants up. "Hey— uh, Alexis" Yoichi says awkwardly, "I've kinda sobered up—-mostly at least, so I gotta ask you something."
"Yeah?" Alexis asks, awkwardly fiddling with his fingers behind his back, rocking on his heels.
"Go on a date with me," Yoichi says, "A real one." he adds, looking up at him.
"Huh?!" Alexis squeaks, "what brought that on?!"
"Well, you said Kaiser doesn't really—or well, implied that he doesn't really do much for you, so let me try. I know I'm not Kaiser and I can't replace him, but give me a shot, please."
"So you grow all soft and compliant when you get to fuck me huh?" Alexis blushes, "What, is my pussy made of magic?"
"Honestly? Maybe," Yoichi half jokes before Alexis smacks at his arm.
Yoichi grins a little, "there's my little Lexi." he says playfully.
"Shut the hell up actually." Alexis groans, swatting at him again, just barely missing when Yoichi steps back.
"So? A date?" Yoichi asks again, biting his bottom lip nervously.
"Well, we're doing this a little backwards but sure why not." Alexis rolls his eyes and ends up in Yoichi's arms all over again, letting himself melt into that warmth properly this time.