[ unfortunately, if questioned, kaiser would have to admit: he does remember the first time he laid eyes on noel noa in the flesh. the times that the youth academy members happened to pass by the first team don't count, because kaiser never had any interest in craning his head around to gawk. he knew of the most famous players of the time, because it'd be difficult to not know, but they were always nebulous figures in kaiser's mind that he might see on a magazine he'd picked up off the streets, not real people, and the fact that he partially coexisted with them never actively occurred to him until the first time that a few members from the first team had been pulled to observe one of his matches — against whom? kaiser can't remember, but he knows it was the final of that year's u-19 bundesliga.
"look, that's noel noa and the vice-captains," ness had murmured, tugging at kaiser's sleeve and discreetly pointing. kaiser had sluggishly looked over, mostly to humor ness's excitement, expecting to have to ask which one, exactly, is noa — but it had been obvious through atmosphere alone. the kaiser back then would have been visibly so perplexed if somebody had told him he would end up in this situation someday.
as it is now, kaiser lays back, lifting a leg up to adjust and give space. noa's eyes are dissecting him like he's a practice cadaver, but kaiser's response to that is to restrain a smirk, though the corner of his mouth still pulls up. and why not? it's a little funny that this is happening in soccer prison in a different country and the warden gave the best in the world a bed that compares to those in the youth dorms back in munich. also, he's not normal and is overly conscious of being looked at in general, so noa's surgical surveying of him doesn't sink in properly — such is how it goes when he fed himself almost entirely by stealing for the majority of his life.
this combined with noa's hand on his chest leaves him more unguarded than he ideally would've been when noa makes his move. kaiser tilts his head up, which incidentally bares his neck again — when kaiser does his replay of this, he'll have to admit, an excellent move on noa's part, but he's not upset over it in the moment. the sound he makes when noa puts his teeth to skin is more of a breathless laugh than anything else, before he hooks his arm around noa's upper back, fingernails curling aggressively into the muscle where the neckline meets the back. he likes this a little, but he wants to be eaten up properly if he must get eaten up at all. ]
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"look, that's noel noa and the vice-captains," ness had murmured, tugging at kaiser's sleeve and discreetly pointing. kaiser had sluggishly looked over, mostly to humor ness's excitement, expecting to have to ask which one, exactly, is noa — but it had been obvious through atmosphere alone. the kaiser back then would have been visibly so perplexed if somebody had told him he would end up in this situation someday.
as it is now, kaiser lays back, lifting a leg up to adjust and give space. noa's eyes are dissecting him like he's a practice cadaver, but kaiser's response to that is to restrain a smirk, though the corner of his mouth still pulls up. and why not? it's a little funny that this is happening in soccer prison in a different country and the warden gave the best in the world a bed that compares to those in the youth dorms back in munich. also, he's not normal and is overly conscious of being looked at in general, so noa's surgical surveying of him doesn't sink in properly — such is how it goes when he fed himself almost entirely by stealing for the majority of his life.
this combined with noa's hand on his chest leaves him more unguarded than he ideally would've been when noa makes his move. kaiser tilts his head up, which incidentally bares his neck again — when kaiser does his replay of this, he'll have to admit, an excellent move on noa's part, but he's not upset over it in the moment. the sound he makes when noa puts his teeth to skin is more of a breathless laugh than anything else, before he hooks his arm around noa's upper back, fingernails curling aggressively into the muscle where the neckline meets the back. he likes this a little, but he wants to be eaten up properly if he must get eaten up at all. ]