[ that noa might go with this simply never occurred to kaiser, although it'll be a while yet before kaiser seriously ponders his tendency to ask for it and then realize not long after that he should not have done that. like noa, kaiser doesn't mistake this for affection; unlike him, kaiser doesn't even think to mistake it for affection, which he's never experienced in any significant way. the closest, maybe, is when he occasionally falls asleep in a hotel lobby, waiting for a team manager to check them in after a long bus drive for an away match and ending up with his head lolling against ness's shoulder, because kaiser finds it incredibly difficult to sleep in moving vehicles — the plane ride to japan was not a pleasant one for him — but even then, kaiser wouldn't call that affection.
he feels their breathing and heartbeats sync up — kaiser knows this is a physiological tendency everybody has, to mirror people who are close by. he is, nevertheless, severely disgusted by how comfortable and human it might feel. ]
... What? [ his voice is slighter now, chest compressed underneath noa. it's not so heavy that kaiser is suffering, though maybe he would prefer it that way, so it might be more in his mind than his body that it doesn't feel like he can talk at his normal volume. ] You're just going to play along?
[ his eyes narrow slightly, almost in the way that one's eyelids grow heavier with sleep, though kaiser isn't tired at all. he sighs slowly, and inhales afterwards even more slowly. then he curls his leg into noa more aggressively, really pressing in the heel of his foot to cling. he shifts his weight underneath noa, and after testing how much space he has to maneuver, he throws his other arm around noa's back for additional leverage and rubs his body up against noa's, chest sliding against his. ]
... Ah, no, don't tell me. You're only holding back 'cause you think I'm going to get scared off. [ he tilts his head slightly, so he can laugh mockingly right into noa's ear. it's a well-practiced laugh that he rarely ever means with actual sincerity, as is the case now as well. ] How... methodical.
[ definitely not sweet or considerate. 'methodical', he's sure, is the right word. ]
[ he feels the muscles in the leg flex against his hand just as the curl squeezes and the heel digs deeper into his back. a steady exhale is released when their chests slide, the friction pleasant but inadequate, the laugh in his ear a brief hollow noise that means nothing at all. he takes a beat to let the fresh pain turn dull and assesses where they are. kaiser's arms wrapped around him, leg pinning him, their bodies crushed together without any room for movement. this is good.
noa stretches his back out slow, undeterred by the pin, so he bring his lips up toward the nearest ear. his voice gravels with a hushed tone, as if they could be overheard if he didn't. ]
You won't run? [ there's a touch of mockery that cracks out from his trademark stoicism, and only because he allows it to. ] Promise?
[ as he speaks, his right hand grips the shoulder joint tight as if he could pull the vines out from the skin. his left curls and digs fingers into the top of the thigh that holds them together as one. his upper-body can't budge much in this bind, but that ankle hooked in-between his legs is easy to break past. he inhales and tucks his knees into the mattress with core strength alone, leveraging the tight hold kaiser has wrapped them in to his advantage. then with exhale, pistons his hips to grind their crotches together heavy and rough. ]
[ this is a predictable escalation, but one kaiser is fine with taking; he exhales as he groans at the friction. just that much is enough to get him half-hard and well on the way to full mast, but when kaiser does his normal replay of this, he will remind himself that he had just undergone quite a bit of stimulation. also he's nineteen, doesn't masturbate as much as his crude way of talking might make it seem, and has been under extreme mental pressure, this is all understandable— ]
... Yeah, promise. [ his fingers dig into noa's shoulder briefly, a noise pushing up from low in his throat that's hard to classify, some parts self-deprecating, amused, sarcastic, aroused. ] Look... I've even cornered myself for you.
[ where would kaiser even run off to? although, really, kaiser is the one who cornered himself for his own sake: pure flight nor pure fight are feasible options right now, so he can lock down his instincts if they start acting against him.
besides, there's a certain predictability now: even creatures know what to do in this situation without being taught. kaiser wants to laugh again, really, because even allegedly straight boys who've lived in the youth dorms long enough know what to do in this situation? he grinds his hips up, not particularly thinking about whether it'll feel good for noa, prioritizing only chasing his own pleasure by frotting his clothed dick between both of their bodies. it doesn't feel good in a straightforward way — there's an undercurrent of discomfort from all the pressure on him — but it's satisfying. ]
[ there's no ire in the statement, as he only states what he knows to be true. kaiser is an arrogant creature seeking self-satisfaction. even the way he grinds upward reflects that, and noa meets it by shoving the weight of his hips down to apply pressure without movement. that's good though. better a clash than servitude. he's not interested in this if there isn't a struggle. there needs to be fire, hunger, a harsh counter to balance against instinctual pleasure.
he can feel kaiser already stiffening beneath him and that's not surprising. so much false bravado in his ace striker, but noa could tell from the start he's not very experienced. he nips at the shell of his ear, a tiny tug between front teeth, and rolls his hips in a slower motion right as he lets it go. not as rough and more drawn out than before, seeking out extended contact. sometimes you need to slow down to take in the full experience. noa feels a warmth coiling below his navel with that, but it isn't enough to get him hard yet. ]
I'll try to make you last. Wouldn't be good if it ended too quickly.
[ noa could take a positive note of the fact that kaiser is saving his testosterone for the pitch? a part of kaiser would be humiliated that noa can tell he doesn't have much experience, but the rest of him would acquiesce easily enough that it's not something that can be faked easily. besides, kaiser doesn't like being touched in general, and by the time he found himself in an environment where a bit of youthful fumbling-about was tolerably safe, kaiser had found it all rather crass and dull. there's the aspect of physical release, but mentally, he could never get into it — perhaps the fundamental issue for kaiser is that he's never been touched in a way that can distract him from his own thoughts.
this is promising to get close to that, if not all the way, though kaiser won't count his eggs before they hatch. he closes his eyes, hissing as noa's teeth scrape against his ear and his body rolls against his, in a way that suggests a wary acceptance of where things are going now. ]
Here I thought you'd want me out of here quickly. [ he says it all in one exhale, words slightly jumbled into each other. his legs squirm around noa slightly as he attempts to shift his placement slightly, lining up his dick to rut more against noa's leg. ] And I can do things for you, if you ask.
[ he has a lot of unfounded bravery to say this when he's breathing more harshly than when he was participating in the first of many barcha L's. ]
Want me to open my mouth for you later? You damn slow starter. [ protagonists in greek tragedies have less unfounded bravery than this, truly. he closes his eyes briefly, then shoves his thigh against noa's crotch as best as he can as he opens them again, glaring upwards — not really at noa in specific, just in general. ]
[ it is rather crass, isn't it? when he was young there was no shortage of guys at the youth dorms trying to pick up girls on weekends, or passing off roughhousing as a way to put hands on each other without judgment. the smallest indication of homosexual conduct could risk slurs, social isolation, and possibly end a career before it began. noa made the rational choice to not indulge in any behavior that could jeopardize what mattered to him.
it didn't work out that way. now the man he shared many firsts with nurses an eternal grudge.
but he won't focus on that. it's easy not to when kaiser is chatting away so close to his ear, arms still grappling him, refusing to grind in a way that could satisfy them both at once. kaiser's trademark audacity earns him a short little huff, noa dipping his nose against the neck to hide the flutter of a smirk. his eyes slip close momentarily when that grind connects to his crotch, deciding to go still for a moment and let the sensation shiver and ripple through his nervous system. ]
Hrm. I was thinking of swallowing you later. [ since, well, he doesn't have anything on him that would make penetration likely. none of this was planned in advance. he also doesn't think kaiser could handle even fingers, no matter any insistence otherwise. ] I could teach you a thing or two. Or would that be too much?
[ noa doesn't have to say it like that, eating and being eaten doesn't have to be the go-to metaphor every time. for some reason, kaiser really didn't like it; he wrinkles his nose, expresses his annoyance by scraping his teeth against noa's jawline, and exhales audibly. then he decides to relax, loosening his grip around noa and letting himself rest back onto the bed again — he can't keep his guard up with perfect vigilance through all of this, so kaiser figures he may as well strategically choose a relative lull in things to conserve some energy. ]
What things? [ under a less tense situation, kaiser would've also liked to add: "don't phrase it like that, you actually sound like a perverted old man." ] I'm listening.
[ that would almost make things more clear for kaiser — it offers a clear goal, a way to assess whether he won this interaction or not. because these are interactions that can be won! ]
[ that scrape against his jawline almost, very nearly, gets a laugh out of him. he masks it as an exhale, a tiny chuckle crackling underneath the breath expelled. ok, message received. he didn't realize how sensitive kaiser could be. he doesn't let himself relax too much with the loosened grip, certain if he tries to get out that it'll tighten once more. his eyes stay shut as he hums against kaiser's ear, a pleasant rumble in contrast to that harsh laugh he received. ]
Well... [ he moves the hand resting on the thigh downward, until his fingertips are brushing up and tracing circles on the most sensitive region of the knee. ] It's about drawing out the experience, and doing so aggressively without aggression.
I can show you. You'll have to take your leg off me though.
Us youths call that 'edging', I think. [ he is conceptually familiar, if that's what noa is getting at.
anyways, if kaiser was trying to play it cool with that response, it isn't very effective because the maneuver noa pulls on him is crazy effective on him. maybe it's a combination of kaiser having sharp senses along with being so unfamiliar with gentleness and not thinking to expect it in this scenario, but kaiser was fairly certain that he isn't so much as ticklish before this moment — nevertheless, the touch has kaiser twitching from his leg all the way up to his shoulders because, unfortunately, it feels really good. he looks a little freaked out about it too, like. what the hell is this! he has quite literally never felt something like that before and he can't hide his shock over it.
kaiser is not risking speaking and having his voice come out weird after that. he simply acquiesces and unfurls his leg as steadily as he can, pretending like that didn't just happen. if he doesn't acknowledge it, then maybe it's not real. ]
[ lucky for kaiser, noa isn't in a position where he can see any signs of shock on his face. unfortunately noa does feel that twitch ripple under his fingers, and just chooses not to comment on it. he files the reaction away to weaponize another time. the motion has to stop once kaiser unfurls the leg regardless, noa withdrawing his hand entirely from the leg and settling it on the hip.
the thing about 'the youths' is that their lack of experience limits their imagination. they focus on the major arousal areas and disregard anything else that doesn't get immediate satisfaction. anyone can grind into the crotch and get a response, even if it's just with their own hand. what a person's hand can't do is add an element of anticipation.
noa can make advancements that aren't so basic now that he isn't pinned. he's been forced to focus on the left side for a while, which means he'll implement a new tactic. his right hand slinks out and peels kaiser's left off his back, pulling it outward to give kaiser a view of his own inner arm. then he lifts his back up, breaking the entanglement all together to straddle kaiser. noa's thumb traces over the nerves and tendons covered by thin skin, following the path set out by thorny vines and moving the pad of the finger back and forth.
however, that's not the worst of it. far more despicable is when noa brings the back of the hand to his mouth, laying lips over crown and closing his eyes right as he kisses the symbol. but kaiser may only have a brief window of time to get a word in, before noa's hand tries to encircle his neck in a weak pressure hold. the kiss is but a distraction to capture kaiser's gaze so he doesn't see the real threat coming. ]
[ kaiser is almost tempted to be relieved when noa doesn't comment on his reaction, but he suspects in the back of his mind that he's about to be counterattacked, so he can't afford false hopes at the moment. pinning and clinging to noa had been advantageous to kaiser because it locked down what he could do substantially, but realistically, kaiser acknowledges that it's not something he could've ever maintained indefinitely — still, it's with a terse wariness that he lets noa rearrange their position. he scans his gaze up and down, openly on edge, as if he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.
noa kissing the crown on his hand makes kaiser want to die of cringe. the fact that this distracts him from noa putting his hand on his neck will later make him want to die without modifier attached. in the moment, though, kaiser freezes for a split second before he goes lax entirely, because some part of him is horribly used to this: somebody on top of him, straddling his body and making him feel physically so small, a hand on his neck so that he can't breathe properly, all he can do is go limp and try to let his mind wander elsewhere—
except, he realizes a heartbeat later, he can still breathe. then in the next, he's realized that he's missed the timing to hit noa with the dehabilitating comment of "choke me daddy"; at this point, it's going to come off as trying too hard, although kaiser might be overestimating how severe his reaction was to that. it's not exactly abnormal to be have a strong response to a hand on your neck, after all.
if this is some kind of test, kaiser isn't sure what the winning move is, but he won't panic over it. there's more tenseness in the motion than normal, but he lifts his free hand — and after stilling for a moment, as if tempted by the instinct to drag his fingers into noa's wrist and pull it away, he instead forces it to rest lightly on noa's thigh. ]
So... [ the pause is longer than usual too; normally, kaiser has a good pace on how to pause dramatically for emphasis. ] What am I supposed... to learn from this?
[ noa's eyes open half-lid, the back of the hand still to his lips as he mutters- ] Patience.
[ he rubs his fingers into the neck, a gentle threat, and tries to do a read on kaiser's face. anyone would have proper fear over having their neck in a hold, but he's seen kaiser do it to himself without hesitation. noticed the restraint in the grip of it because he knew someone was watching. noa doesn't want that in his presence. he wants to be someone kaiser can express his worst impulses with, not in the rot of comfort but with the knowledge that noa will neither flinch nor judge.
his fingers dig in an imitation of what he saw before, a firmer press upon the rose marked by his bites in particular. he loosens and frees his hold on the wrist, the tender motion having served its purpose, then brings that hand down below the navel to graze at the waistband. he waits for kaiser to imagine the obvious next move before going lower, opting not to slip into the pants but keep above and settle his hand over the outline of the hardening cock. ]
[ is that the answer to his question or a suggestion of what he wants kaiser to exercise? noa might be able to see a metaphorical question mark go up over kaiser's head for a few seconds, if he squints hard enough, but kaiser won't dwell upon it too much. it's probably the former, and he doesn't have much room to ponder it anyways.
kaiser is not unaware that people have noticed this particular bad habit of his. he's seen the "every time he's touched his rose tattoo during a match 💙🌹" thread on twitter because grim showed it to him, with a comment on the beautiful yet tragic symbolism of it all — grim isn't exactly wrong about that. kaiser's eyes close like he intends to drift off to sleep as his breathing slows and deepens, not even remotely panicked at this turn of events now that he's registered this has to happen. it's definitely not a normal reaction to relax when somebody's hand is pressing more firmly on your neck on several levels, but to kaiser, this is a familiar and not undesirable sensation.
he should feel like this every once in a while, he thinks, so he remembers what's at stake.
since his other hand has been freed, he'll blindly drape that on noa's other leg. when noa touches his dick, kaiser rolls his hips up ever so slightly and opens his eyes, but it's almost a touch sluggish — these aren't the usual quick, precise movements usually he brings to everything — and his pupils have constricted slightly, the same way they often do when kaiser is staring down the shot path for a goal with ferocious intensity, except he's not looking at anything at all in the moment. getting choked isn't really a sexual thing for him, but — well, his body's interested, it seems. ]
... More. [ he can handle it. with his right hand, he curls his fingers into noa's thigh, as if to assert that at the very least, he's still in control of his own body. ]
[ noa, whether it be to his credit or not, has experience engaging in this act with at least one partner who often asked for the indulgence. the first time he was neither nervous about the request nor judgmental, but rather he didn't understand the appeal. louis explained that he felt exhilarated when his body entered the flight or fight state, how it made him feel sharper, desperate, even powerful. he even brought up a point noa never considered -- this is what being an athlete is all about. throughout the entire game you have to be ready to react at a moment's notice, constantly shifting and adapting to the tide. every game should be played as if it were the last, ready to throw your life on the line to win. a good player can make fight or flight work in their favor by learning to control it.
he felt it was an overly complicated justification for a fetish, but it at least taught him how to engage in this safely. or as safe as one can possibly be when choking another person. careful increments are necessary.
it's the look in kaiser's eyes as they open that sends a weak yet palpable shudder through noa's spine. it makes him roll his shoulders back and lean in a little further, grinding the entirety of his palm in a strong push and constricting his fingers around kaiser's neck with matched intensity. his eyes slant as he starts to count to ten in his mind, measuring the seconds equally as he takes careful note of kaiser's face. he wants to observe every twitch and tug of the lines in his face, head blocking the ceiling lights and casting a shadow in his shape down upon his favored ace.
ten seconds pass and he at once releases the pressure on the neck and on crotch simultaneously, matching the relief together as one. create an association between the two for the ideal output. ]
[ other social media things that kaiser has seen, even if he will never give an indication of it, is a youtube video with the clickbait title of "Could the Kaiser Impact KILL a GROWN MAN?" that is an analysis of just how much havoc it could wreak on different targets. anyways, given his propensity to put his own hands on his neck while freaking out, kaiser will be happy to test out the video's hypothesis on noa if he somehow links the sensation of fingers pressing into his neck with getting off. kaiser prefers to deepen the ways he is already a freak rather than add to the list, but that's just him.
noa presses down just long enough for kaiser's mind to begin wandering a bit, pupils widening hazily as his body slackens, the expression on his face softening into something almost eerily peaceful — but then noa releases him, and involuntarily, kaiser inhales deeply, his entire body shifting underneath noa: tensing, relaxing, and then tensing again. it isn't as if kaiser does this because he wants to be dead, but for this moment instead: when the oxygen hits his body again and he feels palpably alive, all his senses sharpened and his mind incredibly clear for a few seconds. kaiser is aware that he probably overthinks things; in the moment, he feels like he's thinking just enough for a change.
his mouth waters as his breathing returns to normal. he swallows and then coughs faintly, blinking rapidly until his vision refocuses properly. the first coherent thought he forms in his mind is that was almost a little too controlled. ]
... You're familiar with this. [ a statement, not a question. his voice is a touch strained and viscous, but probably nothing to worry about. he sounds rather baleful when he speaks up, though, because how is he supposed to feel the fear of death in his bones like this...
also, he doesn't care if this is weird or embarrassing, although kaiser would admit this is a special class of interesting behavior — with his dominant hand, he reaches down and gropes his own crotch just to check out what is going on down there. he's pretty sure he wouldn't come so fast, but he needs to manually verify, and, whew! only embarrassingly hard, kaiser can live with that. ]
[ but can kaiser truly kill him in a way that matters? noa may be more interested to finding out the answer to that than is socially acceptable. though this evening may begin to clue him into the fact that the world's best is a borderline psychopath. the time to be concerned about that has long past however.
noa slides his hand off kaiser's neck and rests it on his collarbone as he watches every stage of his recovery. there's a calculated lack of pressure, and even the hand far lower down moves to settle over the adjacent thigh. he doesn't want to physically disturb kaiser through this moment and he won't offer any touch or sign of comfort. his observation is ever clinical. kaiser's need to check how hard he is (or maybe if he accidentally came?) only registers as faint surprise for noa. a sign of the expected inexperience. ]
I am. [ it wasn't a question, but he answers it as such. he doesn't think it requires elaboration where he learned it because you can only acquire a skill like this through experience. there's also no point in asking if kaiser liked it -- his body has clearly made that decision. he gently drums his fingers beneath the collarbone, the hollow thrum beneath a pleasant sound. ] Do you want me to do it again?
If not, I can make good on my word.
[ to swallow him, that is. though it's hard to say how long kaiser will last when just being touched beneath layers is already having such an effect on him. ]
[ kaiser's not disinterested in general, but any immediate interest has fully left his body with the discovery that noa knows what he's doing. he won't be able to get into it with the thought that there's no real threat to it all polluting his mind. he'll think himself out of it later, maybe.
since he's done manually checking his dick status, kaiser raises his hand to push noa's hand away from his collarbone — without much force upon impact, but he pushes harder as the seconds pass, before twisting his grip to grab at noa's wrist. ]
If I allow it, will you let me do the same in turn?
[ he's not looking at noa when he replies, but he's not going out of his way to avoid noa's gaze either. rather, his eyes are darting around like a cornered predator might react: he isn't giving in and showing his neck, he's measuring the situation and assessing what space he has to operate in. his mind feels clearer now, he's not about to waste a good state of mind for nothing — he seems to have calmed down noticeably, but in a way that suggests sharpening rather than softening. ]
[ a curious decision, but there's no space to contemplate kaiser's decision when he uses that crazy grip strength on his wrist. he doesn't pull away only because he doesn't sense that kaiser is doing anything more than trying to grab his attention. noa instead pays attention to the clarity in his sharpened gaze, how calm the request he makes is. is that the desired outcome when he puts the hand to his neck? ]
Mhm. Sure.
[ he's not opposed, he just doesn't know how satisfying it'll be. the exchange is reasonable, but has kaiser even given oral before? noa decides not to ask because he'll find out in due time.
he hooks the fingers of his free hand into the waistband of the sweatpants, gaze steady on kaiser's to see if they have an agreement. if kaiser is a cornered predator, noa is a confident one. anything could change, but he still doesn't think of kaiser as a real threat to him in any context the word could be applied. not equals. even so, he's never so arrogant as to think he can't be outwitted. particularly right now when he can feel how kaiser has gained an uncanny calm through his body. it's exciting on its own. ]
[ kaiser gets the distinct sense that he is not getting taken seriously with how thoroughly nonchalant that response is, but he'll restrain his temper over it because he got a "yes", and also... fair enough. kaiser himself is about to find out how far a weak gag reflex and a lack of shame can go when there's not much experience guaranteed. ]
Wooow... here I thought you'd at least like the chance to keep my mouth occupied...
[ but since he's gotten what he asked for, kaiser lets go of noa's wrist without fanfare, suggesting kaiser isn't fully aware that he probably should be more careful with his freakish grip strength. he's physically tense, but not wound up — ready to react, but carefully and with deliberation. he'll even be helpful and raise his hips, both to tacitly signal that he's fine with how this is developing and, to once, be helpful. there's none of the usual shyness or reticence that usually comes with a lack of experience; if anything, kaiser's craning his neck slightly to watch noa's next move. it'd be wrong to think that this also means kaiser is comfortable with his own body based on the fact that he seems unbothered by the fact that he's about to be exposed — it'd be more accurate to say that kaiser treats his own body with a measured amount of indifference. ]
[ such a terrible line to drop, and he isn't going to give any time for it to hang between them. he's able to shuck kaiser's pants down easily with his hips raised, but doesn't remove the briefs next. instead he dips his head down, hunching his body in a practiced flex, and coyly mouths the erection underneath the layer. makes it seem like he's about to bite before flattening his tongue against the hard clothed flesh, hands gripping and digging into kaiser's hips to keep him steady. a bit of tease and taunt and taste of what's to come.
he wasn't lying about wanting to draw this out. sex is a game of endurance and noa chases his pleasure by dragging his chosen partner into unraveling beneath him. no two people come undone the same way and that's why you need to be patient. don't rush or demand, and don't capitulate to pleas for release. there is a mechanical need to fulfill yes, but an ego driven one as well.
noa drag his tongue firm and slow against cotton, feeling out the size of the girth, then lifts his face to hover above the wet spot he made. then his hands leave the hips and pull down the briefs, immediately taking the cock in one hand to steady it as he pushes his lips to envelop the head. his tongue flattens under the flesh and his mouth wets around the warm intrusion as he sucks with calculated motion. ]
[ dropping that line is like a delayed weapon. kaiser will be sure to cringe over it, but he'll be taking the psychic damage far later.
but in the moment, kaiser props himself up on an elbow to better watch, an understanding of noa's game coming into his mind. it's less an epiphany that he can put to words than it is a feeling that he gets, but he understands that he absolutely cannot let himself come completely undone or it's his loss. the good thing is that this kind of challenge is fairly well-suited for kaiser's blend of derangement and horrible self-image; the bad news is that he's an inexperienced teenager. it'll be an internal battle for which of his worst traits wins (loses?) alongside the external battle against noa to hang in there.
his lower lip twists in a way that suggests disgust more than anything else, fingers curling into the bedsheets underneath him as noa's mouth moves against his cock. it feels good, but he's also vaguely put off by something that he can't quite put a finger on — the dampness of cloth on his dick, maybe. or maybe it's the entire scenario, and his love-hate relationship with feeling like he's being held down, but kaiser hasn't self-inspected enough to understand that yet! ]
Is this... [ there's a pause as he closes his eyes briefly, blinking as he gathers himself — his thighs tense and he exhales, voice rasping slightly as he continues: ] Your set routine, perhaps? Get on with it.
[ "this doesn't work well on me," is what he's communicating. that's not bravado, because it doesn't, but the fact that kaiser is bold enough to insist upon it is certainly a special kind of unfounded confidence. ]
[ the price to pay for wanting to hear kaiser through this is that he has to hear kaiser through this. however, as kaiser will know from their general interactions, noa has a high pain tolerance for mouthy brats. he's not taking feedback on his technique in the middle of things. at a certain point, kaiser is going to start running short on breath and he'll need to decide what's more important - commentary or enduring. noa won't rush, but he looks forward to it.
his tongue is slow as it swirls and teases the head, paying only incidental attention to the slit as he laps without greed. however, it's akin to distraction. his real move is to warm-up the cock, which has only gotten hard from grinding and pressure behind the layers of their clothes. the thin lines of drool that trickle down are dragged out by his palm, a slick lubricant in his faintly sweaty palm to stroke the cock with. from where his lips encircle to the base, he paces his hand's movements in time with the gentle focused sucking.
it goes on for a few moments before noa half-opens his mouth, inhaling soft and full, and inches the cock a little further in before closing around it. he doesn't know how far he can swallow, sucking further and harder with the new bit, but he can bear the tensing in his jaw to try. maybe he'll let him fuck his mouth, see if kaiser will take some perverse pleasure from the act. he wants to know what thrills the ace and then take advantage of it. noa isn't a beast of a pride - he can debase himself to get ahead when there's a strong enough ulterior motive. ]
[ on the flipside, kaiser would say that he has to mouth off while he still can. it might be better as a long-term strategy to keep quiet throughout, to make it less obvious how affected he is by any given thing, but he didn't think of that — next time, maybe.
kaiser's still watching all of this unfold, as if he can be an audience member and participant at once. part of his gaze is observational, as if he's taking notes for future reference; there's also something to his expression that suggests faint self-disgust, or like he's disappointed in himself for enjoying this. his inexperience shows in the way that kaiser reacts, unable to stop himself from squirming slightly, unconsciously attempting to bring his legs together as if this will help him stave off the build-up of pleasure in his body. but he can, at least, attempt to match noa's pace — his breathing seems to naturally sync up with noa's movements, inhaling raggedly when he feels a bit of a lull, and holding his breath tensely when noa escalates.
his eyes briefly dart upwards as noa slides his mouth along the length of kaiser's dick, blinking rapidly for a moment before he looks back down. he laughs faintly, almost more of a shaky exhale — and again, why not? if it was kind of funny to do this under the unideal circumstances, it's obviously even funnier that he's now watching himself get sucked off by the world's greatest under the same circumstances — and he untenses a little when he finally breathes out, cock twitching faintly in noa's mouth. kaiser is glad he doesn't have to see it, because the tip is probably leaking embarrassingly with precum.
it says something, maybe, that even in this circumstance, it feels like the person kaiser is struggling the most against is himself. he's not so shy as to pass up an attempt to fuck into noa's mouth, but he doesn't want to react; his hips jerk erratically, but he holds back the impulse as best as he can. he has the body language of a spring being wound up, tension building alongside the pleasure, and perhaps faster than the latter at that. his left hand goes to the side of his neck again, palm firmly pressed against the rose blooming there, but without curling his fingers in. he should relax, he knows, and he thinks this is the most effective way of making himself do that — but it doesn't seem to draw out the intended effect very well. ]
[ through the small inching of time coupled with the inching of pushing the length further in, noa has to take an abrupt pause as kaiser's body starts to jerk and tense at the same time. one sudden thrust nearly makes him choke, his brow pinching hard as the head shoves roughly against the opening of his throat. his eyes dart up in time to catch kaiser grabbing his own neck, but noa can tell that isn't going to cut it. instinct warns him to act fast or this is going to end badly for both of them.
his hands move with a mix of impulse and purpose, knowing the most effective and time sensitive move to make. the left hand grips and seizes the hip to forcibly steady the jerking. his right curls around kaiser's thigh, drawing it in until he can grapple the leg entirely against the crook of his arm. he breathes in slow and steady through his nose and uses his hold on the leg to take the last slide forward, wet lips finally hitting the base.
with that he exhales, feels the salty warmth of precum mixing with his saliva, then inhales again as he hollows out his cheeks and relaxes his throat. like this, the haphazard and rough jerking isn't painful and his gag reflex is easier to control. his body, knees shifting on the mattress and back faintly sore, turns rigid to better support kaiser's erratic movements. now it won't matter how much kaiser jerks, intentional or not, noa's features relaxing as well as he sucks gentle and turns his mouth into a warm sleeve. his eyes shut to a half-lid and when his legs adjust he can feel how hard he is. it's a shame he can't relieve some of that right now with his hand, not while kaiser can't control his body.
it's obviously a case of inexperience. his left hand carefully leaves the hip for a moment to reach out for kaiser's free hand, trying to grasp at least the wrist and guide it toward the top of his head. he doesn't have much hair, but what kaiser can grab at toward the front should at least stabilize him as his body bucks and thrusts in a desperate rush to reach climax. kaiser is mentally pushing back against his physical reactions to getting swallowed up and that's just so like him isn't it? it's a little funny even. noa expected resistance, but he's impressed at how much kaiser is reigning himself in. however, his labored breathing, his body's struggle between giving in and holding onto control, it's all pointing too how much its affecting him. there's no mistaking it, but still he tries to resist. he likes that about kaiser though. the internal struggle he can see in those fierce eyes as he tries to reach and claw at what he wants because he thinks it's what he needs.
noa wants him -- as a rival most of all, in a carnal manner too. he can only have one in the end and he knows what he will pick. for now, he'll take him like this and pull back that horrible urge forming to force kaiser to swallow his own load. that might earn him the broken nose for sure. ]
[ after the mistletoe incident, noa should be aware that kaiser is on guard for having things spat into his mouth at any time. is that objectively a weird thing to be on edge for? well, maybe noa should have a second thought over what he's done to a poor german boy's psyche if he thinks so.
the thing about inexperience is that kaiser can't even appreciate that he's being guided in the right direction. maybe in retrospect he'll realize it, but that's far off on the horizon — it's not like kaiser would've appreciated it even if he could recognize it, so maybe that doesn't matter. at any rate, his initial reaction to noa grabbing at his hand is to jerk away slightly — but then he relaxes into the hold, as if the surface tension across him has broken. he seems almost agog at where noa's leading him, eyes wide and wary, like he's anticipating some kind of gotcha moment at the end of this, but his hand settles near the crown of noa's head and this, too, is oddly soothing.
if he weren't horribly repressed, kaiser might recognize this as the natural effect of feeling the touch of another person and accepting it for what it is. as it is, kaiser tilts his head back for a moment, breathing in deeply and letting instinct lead, letting his mind clear the way it does when he knows there's a goal in front of him. when he stops overthinking it so severely, he begins to respond more fluidly — his fingers brush through noa's hair before settling, curling against his scalp in a way that's firm without being too overbearing. his entire body curls inwards a little, inadvertently nudging his dick further into noa's mouth as kaiser finally lets himself properly register the sensation of pleasure building up, somewhere low in his abdomen and spreading outwards from there.
he writhes in the tentative way of somebody who has no idea what is happening, movements slight but undeniable: kaiser's idea of sexual release has been straightforward and somewhat underwhelming, to the point that this feels like a different experience altogether than what he's used to. he doesn't have the mental coherence to put it together in the moment, but he knows in a fundamental sense that noa is playing him like an instrument right now. his victory is in the fact that he's pulled something new out of kaiser, coaxing the desire to seek pleasure out of one of the most repressed people around, to the point that kaiser's not in full control of the way that his body reacts to it. if kaiser doesn't buck his hips up to push his dick further into noa's mouth, it's not for a lack of desire to chase what feels good, but more a reflection of kaiser's base nature: more of a squirmer, unable to stay still when he loses control over himself even though he'd like to.
kaiser would be frustrated over all of this, but he doesn't have the bandwidth to dedicate to actively registering that at the moment. he inhales sharply as noa continues, without apparent regard for kaiser's plight to keep it together; he opens his mouth to say something, maybe give an indication that he feels like he's on the precipice of falling so maaaybe stop building him up, but—
rest assured that kaiser will be mentally and severely berating himself over it later, but instead he groans emphatically and attempts to pull erratically at noa's hair, to minimal success — this is all the advance warning noa will get before kaiser comes. the way that orgasm hits him is less explosive so much as it is protracted, aftershocks rolling through his body before he can even fully register the wave of pleasure that preceded it: all he can do is get swept along, subconsciously attempting to press his legs together as if he can restrain the sheer amount of sensation physically, thoroughly overwhelmed to that kaiser will at least spare himself the active knowledge that he can't hold back his voice, moaning and making almost animalistic vocalizations between breaths. if it's hot to sound like an injured predator, well — it must be for somebody, right? ]
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he feels their breathing and heartbeats sync up — kaiser knows this is a physiological tendency everybody has, to mirror people who are close by. he is, nevertheless, severely disgusted by how comfortable and human it might feel. ]
... What? [ his voice is slighter now, chest compressed underneath noa. it's not so heavy that kaiser is suffering, though maybe he would prefer it that way, so it might be more in his mind than his body that it doesn't feel like he can talk at his normal volume. ] You're just going to play along?
[ his eyes narrow slightly, almost in the way that one's eyelids grow heavier with sleep, though kaiser isn't tired at all. he sighs slowly, and inhales afterwards even more slowly. then he curls his leg into noa more aggressively, really pressing in the heel of his foot to cling. he shifts his weight underneath noa, and after testing how much space he has to maneuver, he throws his other arm around noa's back for additional leverage and rubs his body up against noa's, chest sliding against his. ]
... Ah, no, don't tell me. You're only holding back 'cause you think I'm going to get scared off. [ he tilts his head slightly, so he can laugh mockingly right into noa's ear. it's a well-practiced laugh that he rarely ever means with actual sincerity, as is the case now as well. ] How... methodical.
[ definitely not sweet or considerate. 'methodical', he's sure, is the right word. ]
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noa stretches his back out slow, undeterred by the pin, so he bring his lips up toward the nearest ear. his voice gravels with a hushed tone, as if they could be overheard if he didn't. ]
You won't run? [ there's a touch of mockery that cracks out from his trademark stoicism, and only because he allows it to. ] Promise?
[ as he speaks, his right hand grips the shoulder joint tight as if he could pull the vines out from the skin. his left curls and digs fingers into the top of the thigh that holds them together as one. his upper-body can't budge much in this bind, but that ankle hooked in-between his legs is easy to break past. he inhales and tucks his knees into the mattress with core strength alone, leveraging the tight hold kaiser has wrapped them in to his advantage. then with exhale, pistons his hips to grind their crotches together heavy and rough. ]
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... Yeah, promise. [ his fingers dig into noa's shoulder briefly, a noise pushing up from low in his throat that's hard to classify, some parts self-deprecating, amused, sarcastic, aroused. ] Look... I've even cornered myself for you.
[ where would kaiser even run off to? although, really, kaiser is the one who cornered himself for his own sake: pure flight nor pure fight are feasible options right now, so he can lock down his instincts if they start acting against him.
besides, there's a certain predictability now: even creatures know what to do in this situation without being taught. kaiser wants to laugh again, really, because even allegedly straight boys who've lived in the youth dorms long enough know what to do in this situation? he grinds his hips up, not particularly thinking about whether it'll feel good for noa, prioritizing only chasing his own pleasure by frotting his clothed dick between both of their bodies. it doesn't feel good in a straightforward way — there's an undercurrent of discomfort from all the pressure on him — but it's satisfying. ]
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[ there's no ire in the statement, as he only states what he knows to be true. kaiser is an arrogant creature seeking self-satisfaction. even the way he grinds upward reflects that, and noa meets it by shoving the weight of his hips down to apply pressure without movement. that's good though. better a clash than servitude. he's not interested in this if there isn't a struggle. there needs to be fire, hunger, a harsh counter to balance against instinctual pleasure.
he can feel kaiser already stiffening beneath him and that's not surprising. so much false bravado in his ace striker, but noa could tell from the start he's not very experienced. he nips at the shell of his ear, a tiny tug between front teeth, and rolls his hips in a slower motion right as he lets it go. not as rough and more drawn out than before, seeking out extended contact. sometimes you need to slow down to take in the full experience. noa feels a warmth coiling below his navel with that, but it isn't enough to get him hard yet. ]
I'll try to make you last. Wouldn't be good if it ended too quickly.
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this is promising to get close to that, if not all the way, though kaiser won't count his eggs before they hatch. he closes his eyes, hissing as noa's teeth scrape against his ear and his body rolls against his, in a way that suggests a wary acceptance of where things are going now. ]
Here I thought you'd want me out of here quickly. [ he says it all in one exhale, words slightly jumbled into each other. his legs squirm around noa slightly as he attempts to shift his placement slightly, lining up his dick to rut more against noa's leg. ] And I can do things for you, if you ask.
[ he has a lot of unfounded bravery to say this when he's breathing more harshly than when he was participating in the first of many barcha L's. ]
Want me to open my mouth for you later? You damn slow starter. [ protagonists in greek tragedies have less unfounded bravery than this, truly. he closes his eyes briefly, then shoves his thigh against noa's crotch as best as he can as he opens them again, glaring upwards — not really at noa in specific, just in general. ]
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it didn't work out that way. now the man he shared many firsts with nurses an eternal grudge.
but he won't focus on that. it's easy not to when kaiser is chatting away so close to his ear, arms still grappling him, refusing to grind in a way that could satisfy them both at once. kaiser's trademark audacity earns him a short little huff, noa dipping his nose against the neck to hide the flutter of a smirk. his eyes slip close momentarily when that grind connects to his crotch, deciding to go still for a moment and let the sensation shiver and ripple through his nervous system. ]
Hrm. I was thinking of swallowing you later. [ since, well, he doesn't have anything on him that would make penetration likely. none of this was planned in advance. he also doesn't think kaiser could handle even fingers, no matter any insistence otherwise. ] I could teach you a thing or two. Or would that be too much?
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What things? [ under a less tense situation, kaiser would've also liked to add: "don't phrase it like that, you actually sound like a perverted old man." ] I'm listening.
[ that would almost make things more clear for kaiser — it offers a clear goal, a way to assess whether he won this interaction or not. because these are interactions that can be won! ]
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Well... [ he moves the hand resting on the thigh downward, until his fingertips are brushing up and tracing circles on the most sensitive region of the knee. ] It's about drawing out the experience, and doing so aggressively without aggression.
I can show you. You'll have to take your leg off me though.
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anyways, if kaiser was trying to play it cool with that response, it isn't very effective because the maneuver noa pulls on him is crazy effective on him. maybe it's a combination of kaiser having sharp senses along with being so unfamiliar with gentleness and not thinking to expect it in this scenario, but kaiser was fairly certain that he isn't so much as ticklish before this moment — nevertheless, the touch has kaiser twitching from his leg all the way up to his shoulders because, unfortunately, it feels really good. he looks a little freaked out about it too, like. what the hell is this! he has quite literally never felt something like that before and he can't hide his shock over it.
kaiser is not risking speaking and having his voice come out weird after that. he simply acquiesces and unfurls his leg as steadily as he can, pretending like that didn't just happen. if he doesn't acknowledge it, then maybe it's not real. ]
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[ lucky for kaiser, noa isn't in a position where he can see any signs of shock on his face. unfortunately noa does feel that twitch ripple under his fingers, and just chooses not to comment on it. he files the reaction away to weaponize another time. the motion has to stop once kaiser unfurls the leg regardless, noa withdrawing his hand entirely from the leg and settling it on the hip.
the thing about 'the youths' is that their lack of experience limits their imagination. they focus on the major arousal areas and disregard anything else that doesn't get immediate satisfaction. anyone can grind into the crotch and get a response, even if it's just with their own hand. what a person's hand can't do is add an element of anticipation.
noa can make advancements that aren't so basic now that he isn't pinned. he's been forced to focus on the left side for a while, which means he'll implement a new tactic. his right hand slinks out and peels kaiser's left off his back, pulling it outward to give kaiser a view of his own inner arm. then he lifts his back up, breaking the entanglement all together to straddle kaiser. noa's thumb traces over the nerves and tendons covered by thin skin, following the path set out by thorny vines and moving the pad of the finger back and forth.
however, that's not the worst of it. far more despicable is when noa brings the back of the hand to his mouth, laying lips over crown and closing his eyes right as he kisses the symbol. but kaiser may only have a brief window of time to get a word in, before noa's hand tries to encircle his neck in a weak pressure hold. the kiss is but a distraction to capture kaiser's gaze so he doesn't see the real threat coming. ]
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noa kissing the crown on his hand makes kaiser want to die of cringe. the fact that this distracts him from noa putting his hand on his neck will later make him want to die without modifier attached. in the moment, though, kaiser freezes for a split second before he goes lax entirely, because some part of him is horribly used to this: somebody on top of him, straddling his body and making him feel physically so small, a hand on his neck so that he can't breathe properly, all he can do is go limp and try to let his mind wander elsewhere—
except, he realizes a heartbeat later, he can still breathe. then in the next, he's realized that he's missed the timing to hit noa with the dehabilitating comment of "choke me daddy"; at this point, it's going to come off as trying too hard, although kaiser might be overestimating how severe his reaction was to that. it's not exactly abnormal to be have a strong response to a hand on your neck, after all.
if this is some kind of test, kaiser isn't sure what the winning move is, but he won't panic over it. there's more tenseness in the motion than normal, but he lifts his free hand — and after stilling for a moment, as if tempted by the instinct to drag his fingers into noa's wrist and pull it away, he instead forces it to rest lightly on noa's thigh. ]
So... [ the pause is longer than usual too; normally, kaiser has a good pace on how to pause dramatically for emphasis. ] What am I supposed... to learn from this?
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[ he rubs his fingers into the neck, a gentle threat, and tries to do a read on kaiser's face. anyone would have proper fear over having their neck in a hold, but he's seen kaiser do it to himself without hesitation. noticed the restraint in the grip of it because he knew someone was watching. noa doesn't want that in his presence. he wants to be someone kaiser can express his worst impulses with, not in the rot of comfort but with the knowledge that noa will neither flinch nor judge.
his fingers dig in an imitation of what he saw before, a firmer press upon the rose marked by his bites in particular. he loosens and frees his hold on the wrist, the tender motion having served its purpose, then brings that hand down below the navel to graze at the waistband. he waits for kaiser to imagine the obvious next move before going lower, opting not to slip into the pants but keep above and settle his hand over the outline of the hardening cock. ]
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kaiser is not unaware that people have noticed this particular bad habit of his. he's seen the "every time he's touched his rose tattoo during a match 💙🌹" thread on twitter because grim showed it to him, with a comment on the beautiful yet tragic symbolism of it all — grim isn't exactly wrong about that. kaiser's eyes close like he intends to drift off to sleep as his breathing slows and deepens, not even remotely panicked at this turn of events now that he's registered this has to happen. it's definitely not a normal reaction to relax when somebody's hand is pressing more firmly on your neck on several levels, but to kaiser, this is a familiar and not undesirable sensation.
he should feel like this every once in a while, he thinks, so he remembers what's at stake.
since his other hand has been freed, he'll blindly drape that on noa's other leg. when noa touches his dick, kaiser rolls his hips up ever so slightly and opens his eyes, but it's almost a touch sluggish — these aren't the usual quick, precise movements usually he brings to everything — and his pupils have constricted slightly, the same way they often do when kaiser is staring down the shot path for a goal with ferocious intensity, except he's not looking at anything at all in the moment. getting choked isn't really a sexual thing for him, but — well, his body's interested, it seems. ]
... More. [ he can handle it. with his right hand, he curls his fingers into noa's thigh, as if to assert that at the very least, he's still in control of his own body. ]
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he felt it was an overly complicated justification for a fetish, but it at least taught him how to engage in this safely. or as safe as one can possibly be when choking another person. careful increments are necessary.
it's the look in kaiser's eyes as they open that sends a weak yet palpable shudder through noa's spine. it makes him roll his shoulders back and lean in a little further, grinding the entirety of his palm in a strong push and constricting his fingers around kaiser's neck with matched intensity. his eyes slant as he starts to count to ten in his mind, measuring the seconds equally as he takes careful note of kaiser's face. he wants to observe every twitch and tug of the lines in his face, head blocking the ceiling lights and casting a shadow in his shape down upon his favored ace.
ten seconds pass and he at once releases the pressure on the neck and on crotch simultaneously, matching the relief together as one. create an association between the two for the ideal output. ]
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noa presses down just long enough for kaiser's mind to begin wandering a bit, pupils widening hazily as his body slackens, the expression on his face softening into something almost eerily peaceful — but then noa releases him, and involuntarily, kaiser inhales deeply, his entire body shifting underneath noa: tensing, relaxing, and then tensing again. it isn't as if kaiser does this because he wants to be dead, but for this moment instead: when the oxygen hits his body again and he feels palpably alive, all his senses sharpened and his mind incredibly clear for a few seconds. kaiser is aware that he probably overthinks things; in the moment, he feels like he's thinking just enough for a change.
his mouth waters as his breathing returns to normal. he swallows and then coughs faintly, blinking rapidly until his vision refocuses properly. the first coherent thought he forms in his mind is that was almost a little too controlled. ]
... You're familiar with this. [ a statement, not a question. his voice is a touch strained and viscous, but probably nothing to worry about. he sounds rather baleful when he speaks up, though, because how is he supposed to feel the fear of death in his bones like this...
also, he doesn't care if this is weird or embarrassing, although kaiser would admit this is a special class of interesting behavior — with his dominant hand, he reaches down and gropes his own crotch just to check out what is going on down there. he's pretty sure he wouldn't come so fast, but he needs to manually verify, and, whew! only embarrassingly hard, kaiser can live with that. ]
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noa slides his hand off kaiser's neck and rests it on his collarbone as he watches every stage of his recovery. there's a calculated lack of pressure, and even the hand far lower down moves to settle over the adjacent thigh. he doesn't want to physically disturb kaiser through this moment and he won't offer any touch or sign of comfort. his observation is ever clinical. kaiser's need to check how hard he is (or maybe if he accidentally came?) only registers as faint surprise for noa. a sign of the expected inexperience. ]
I am. [ it wasn't a question, but he answers it as such. he doesn't think it requires elaboration where he learned it because you can only acquire a skill like this through experience. there's also no point in asking if kaiser liked it -- his body has clearly made that decision. he gently drums his fingers beneath the collarbone, the hollow thrum beneath a pleasant sound. ] Do you want me to do it again?
If not, I can make good on my word.
[ to swallow him, that is. though it's hard to say how long kaiser will last when just being touched beneath layers is already having such an effect on him. ]
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[ kaiser's not disinterested in general, but any immediate interest has fully left his body with the discovery that noa knows what he's doing. he won't be able to get into it with the thought that there's no real threat to it all polluting his mind. he'll think himself out of it later, maybe.
since he's done manually checking his dick status, kaiser raises his hand to push noa's hand away from his collarbone — without much force upon impact, but he pushes harder as the seconds pass, before twisting his grip to grab at noa's wrist. ]
If I allow it, will you let me do the same in turn?
[ he's not looking at noa when he replies, but he's not going out of his way to avoid noa's gaze either. rather, his eyes are darting around like a cornered predator might react: he isn't giving in and showing his neck, he's measuring the situation and assessing what space he has to operate in. his mind feels clearer now, he's not about to waste a good state of mind for nothing — he seems to have calmed down noticeably, but in a way that suggests sharpening rather than softening. ]
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Mhm. Sure.
[ he's not opposed, he just doesn't know how satisfying it'll be. the exchange is reasonable, but has kaiser even given oral before? noa decides not to ask because he'll find out in due time.
he hooks the fingers of his free hand into the waistband of the sweatpants, gaze steady on kaiser's to see if they have an agreement. if kaiser is a cornered predator, noa is a confident one. anything could change, but he still doesn't think of kaiser as a real threat to him in any context the word could be applied. not equals. even so, he's never so arrogant as to think he can't be outwitted. particularly right now when he can feel how kaiser has gained an uncanny calm through his body. it's exciting on its own. ]
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Wooow... here I thought you'd at least like the chance to keep my mouth occupied...
[ but since he's gotten what he asked for, kaiser lets go of noa's wrist without fanfare, suggesting kaiser isn't fully aware that he probably should be more careful with his freakish grip strength. he's physically tense, but not wound up — ready to react, but carefully and with deliberation. he'll even be helpful and raise his hips, both to tacitly signal that he's fine with how this is developing and, to once, be helpful. there's none of the usual shyness or reticence that usually comes with a lack of experience; if anything, kaiser's craning his neck slightly to watch noa's next move. it'd be wrong to think that this also means kaiser is comfortable with his own body based on the fact that he seems unbothered by the fact that he's about to be exposed — it'd be more accurate to say that kaiser treats his own body with a measured amount of indifference. ]
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[ such a terrible line to drop, and he isn't going to give any time for it to hang between them. he's able to shuck kaiser's pants down easily with his hips raised, but doesn't remove the briefs next. instead he dips his head down, hunching his body in a practiced flex, and coyly mouths the erection underneath the layer. makes it seem like he's about to bite before flattening his tongue against the hard clothed flesh, hands gripping and digging into kaiser's hips to keep him steady. a bit of tease and taunt and taste of what's to come.
he wasn't lying about wanting to draw this out. sex is a game of endurance and noa chases his pleasure by dragging his chosen partner into unraveling beneath him. no two people come undone the same way and that's why you need to be patient. don't rush or demand, and don't capitulate to pleas for release. there is a mechanical need to fulfill yes, but an ego driven one as well.
noa drag his tongue firm and slow against cotton, feeling out the size of the girth, then lifts his face to hover above the wet spot he made. then his hands leave the hips and pull down the briefs, immediately taking the cock in one hand to steady it as he pushes his lips to envelop the head. his tongue flattens under the flesh and his mouth wets around the warm intrusion as he sucks with calculated motion. ]
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but in the moment, kaiser props himself up on an elbow to better watch, an understanding of noa's game coming into his mind. it's less an epiphany that he can put to words than it is a feeling that he gets, but he understands that he absolutely cannot let himself come completely undone or it's his loss. the good thing is that this kind of challenge is fairly well-suited for kaiser's blend of derangement and horrible self-image; the bad news is that he's an inexperienced teenager. it'll be an internal battle for which of his worst traits wins (loses?) alongside the external battle against noa to hang in there.
his lower lip twists in a way that suggests disgust more than anything else, fingers curling into the bedsheets underneath him as noa's mouth moves against his cock. it feels good, but he's also vaguely put off by something that he can't quite put a finger on — the dampness of cloth on his dick, maybe. or maybe it's the entire scenario, and his love-hate relationship with feeling like he's being held down, but kaiser hasn't self-inspected enough to understand that yet! ]
Is this... [ there's a pause as he closes his eyes briefly, blinking as he gathers himself — his thighs tense and he exhales, voice rasping slightly as he continues: ] Your set routine, perhaps? Get on with it.
[ "this doesn't work well on me," is what he's communicating. that's not bravado, because it doesn't, but the fact that kaiser is bold enough to insist upon it is certainly a special kind of unfounded confidence. ]
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his tongue is slow as it swirls and teases the head, paying only incidental attention to the slit as he laps without greed. however, it's akin to distraction. his real move is to warm-up the cock, which has only gotten hard from grinding and pressure behind the layers of their clothes. the thin lines of drool that trickle down are dragged out by his palm, a slick lubricant in his faintly sweaty palm to stroke the cock with. from where his lips encircle to the base, he paces his hand's movements in time with the gentle focused sucking.
it goes on for a few moments before noa half-opens his mouth, inhaling soft and full, and inches the cock a little further in before closing around it. he doesn't know how far he can swallow, sucking further and harder with the new bit, but he can bear the tensing in his jaw to try. maybe he'll let him fuck his mouth, see if kaiser will take some perverse pleasure from the act. he wants to know what thrills the ace and then take advantage of it. noa isn't a beast of a pride - he can debase himself to get ahead when there's a strong enough ulterior motive. ]
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kaiser's still watching all of this unfold, as if he can be an audience member and participant at once. part of his gaze is observational, as if he's taking notes for future reference; there's also something to his expression that suggests faint self-disgust, or like he's disappointed in himself for enjoying this. his inexperience shows in the way that kaiser reacts, unable to stop himself from squirming slightly, unconsciously attempting to bring his legs together as if this will help him stave off the build-up of pleasure in his body. but he can, at least, attempt to match noa's pace — his breathing seems to naturally sync up with noa's movements, inhaling raggedly when he feels a bit of a lull, and holding his breath tensely when noa escalates.
his eyes briefly dart upwards as noa slides his mouth along the length of kaiser's dick, blinking rapidly for a moment before he looks back down. he laughs faintly, almost more of a shaky exhale — and again, why not? if it was kind of funny to do this under the unideal circumstances, it's obviously even funnier that he's now watching himself get sucked off by the world's greatest under the same circumstances — and he untenses a little when he finally breathes out, cock twitching faintly in noa's mouth. kaiser is glad he doesn't have to see it, because the tip is probably leaking embarrassingly with precum.
it says something, maybe, that even in this circumstance, it feels like the person kaiser is struggling the most against is himself. he's not so shy as to pass up an attempt to fuck into noa's mouth, but he doesn't want to react; his hips jerk erratically, but he holds back the impulse as best as he can. he has the body language of a spring being wound up, tension building alongside the pleasure, and perhaps faster than the latter at that. his left hand goes to the side of his neck again, palm firmly pressed against the rose blooming there, but without curling his fingers in. he should relax, he knows, and he thinks this is the most effective way of making himself do that — but it doesn't seem to draw out the intended effect very well. ]
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his hands move with a mix of impulse and purpose, knowing the most effective and time sensitive move to make. the left hand grips and seizes the hip to forcibly steady the jerking. his right curls around kaiser's thigh, drawing it in until he can grapple the leg entirely against the crook of his arm. he breathes in slow and steady through his nose and uses his hold on the leg to take the last slide forward, wet lips finally hitting the base.
with that he exhales, feels the salty warmth of precum mixing with his saliva, then inhales again as he hollows out his cheeks and relaxes his throat. like this, the haphazard and rough jerking isn't painful and his gag reflex is easier to control. his body, knees shifting on the mattress and back faintly sore, turns rigid to better support kaiser's erratic movements. now it won't matter how much kaiser jerks, intentional or not, noa's features relaxing as well as he sucks gentle and turns his mouth into a warm sleeve. his eyes shut to a half-lid and when his legs adjust he can feel how hard he is. it's a shame he can't relieve some of that right now with his hand, not while kaiser can't control his body.
it's obviously a case of inexperience. his left hand carefully leaves the hip for a moment to reach out for kaiser's free hand, trying to grasp at least the wrist and guide it toward the top of his head. he doesn't have much hair, but what kaiser can grab at toward the front should at least stabilize him as his body bucks and thrusts in a desperate rush to reach climax. kaiser is mentally pushing back against his physical reactions to getting swallowed up and that's just so like him isn't it? it's a little funny even. noa expected resistance, but he's impressed at how much kaiser is reigning himself in. however, his labored breathing, his body's struggle between giving in and holding onto control, it's all pointing too how much its affecting him. there's no mistaking it, but still he tries to resist. he likes that about kaiser though. the internal struggle he can see in those fierce eyes as he tries to reach and claw at what he wants because he thinks it's what he needs.
noa wants him -- as a rival most of all, in a carnal manner too. he can only have one in the end and he knows what he will pick. for now, he'll take him like this and pull back that horrible urge forming to force kaiser to swallow his own load. that might earn him the broken nose for sure. ]
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the thing about inexperience is that kaiser can't even appreciate that he's being guided in the right direction. maybe in retrospect he'll realize it, but that's far off on the horizon — it's not like kaiser would've appreciated it even if he could recognize it, so maybe that doesn't matter. at any rate, his initial reaction to noa grabbing at his hand is to jerk away slightly — but then he relaxes into the hold, as if the surface tension across him has broken. he seems almost agog at where noa's leading him, eyes wide and wary, like he's anticipating some kind of gotcha moment at the end of this, but his hand settles near the crown of noa's head and this, too, is oddly soothing.
if he weren't horribly repressed, kaiser might recognize this as the natural effect of feeling the touch of another person and accepting it for what it is. as it is, kaiser tilts his head back for a moment, breathing in deeply and letting instinct lead, letting his mind clear the way it does when he knows there's a goal in front of him. when he stops overthinking it so severely, he begins to respond more fluidly — his fingers brush through noa's hair before settling, curling against his scalp in a way that's firm without being too overbearing. his entire body curls inwards a little, inadvertently nudging his dick further into noa's mouth as kaiser finally lets himself properly register the sensation of pleasure building up, somewhere low in his abdomen and spreading outwards from there.
he writhes in the tentative way of somebody who has no idea what is happening, movements slight but undeniable: kaiser's idea of sexual release has been straightforward and somewhat underwhelming, to the point that this feels like a different experience altogether than what he's used to. he doesn't have the mental coherence to put it together in the moment, but he knows in a fundamental sense that noa is playing him like an instrument right now. his victory is in the fact that he's pulled something new out of kaiser, coaxing the desire to seek pleasure out of one of the most repressed people around, to the point that kaiser's not in full control of the way that his body reacts to it. if kaiser doesn't buck his hips up to push his dick further into noa's mouth, it's not for a lack of desire to chase what feels good, but more a reflection of kaiser's base nature: more of a squirmer, unable to stay still when he loses control over himself even though he'd like to.
kaiser would be frustrated over all of this, but he doesn't have the bandwidth to dedicate to actively registering that at the moment. he inhales sharply as noa continues, without apparent regard for kaiser's plight to keep it together; he opens his mouth to say something, maybe give an indication that he feels like he's on the precipice of falling so maaaybe stop building him up, but—
rest assured that kaiser will be mentally and severely berating himself over it later, but instead he groans emphatically and attempts to pull erratically at noa's hair, to minimal success — this is all the advance warning noa will get before kaiser comes. the way that orgasm hits him is less explosive so much as it is protracted, aftershocks rolling through his body before he can even fully register the wave of pleasure that preceded it: all he can do is get swept along, subconsciously attempting to press his legs together as if he can restrain the sheer amount of sensation physically, thoroughly overwhelmed to that kaiser will at least spare himself the active knowledge that he can't hold back his voice, moaning and making almost animalistic vocalizations between breaths. if it's hot to sound like an injured predator, well — it must be for somebody, right? ]
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