Kitten Licks

by Residentgh0st

Summary:

Isagi Yoichi is abnormal, on the field and off.

Though others notice it, Itoshi Sae is hung up on it.

As in: Sae is obsessed with the new treasure that fucked up his streak. After Blue Lock V u20, he catches the beauty alone, outside the locker room, just done showering.

Sae wants to get him dirty again. (In the janitors closet ;pp)

Notes:

Probably inaccurate writing of their personalities but we don't have much desperate pervert Sae fanfics in this bih💔

First time writing smut btw pls don't bemadatme if there's any inaccurate parts or smth

Update (5/1/25): grammar updates and switched up some

Itoshi Sae doesn’t believe in losing, but this time, he lost—and for once, he’s not even bitter. Because the one he lost to isn’t ordinary. He’s really extraordinary. Perfect, even

 

He's been side by side this guy, even if just on the field(just once), and it's really hard to not notice. Isagi Yoichi is more than a player; he’s a masterpiece, a diamond that catches the light just right. His goal wasn’t just skillful—it was genius. A declaration. Proof that he’s a true striker.

 

The thought kind of gets Sae going, stirring something wild in him.

 

The roaring crowd is deafening, but it still can’t drown out the thundering of his own heartbeat. Not when Isagi Yoichi is kneeling on the field after his perfect goal, legs splayed wide, drunk on the euphoria of victory. Sae barely registers the boy’s triumphant shout. He’s too distracted—by the flex of those muscular thighs, snug against damp shorts. They're really hot and muscular and he'll pay to get his head twisted between them—live there forever, die there, revived, and die again at the same place like never-ending heaven. His eyes drink in the way sweat clings to that firm flesh, tracing sinful paths down and dropping onto the field, it's Sae's first time wishing he was a football field. Sae’s throat dries up, parched, craving a taste of that slick sheen.

 

Then his gaze shifts—lower, to where the fabric stretches tightly around Isagi’s thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination. But where there should be fullness, there’s...

 

Flatness.

 

Aha...

 

Sae realises he's been staring for too long, and swallows.

 

Nobody caught that, obviously. Everyone's looking at Isagi, pretty-winner Isagi. No one will know Sae is undressing the younger with his eyes, no one is looking at Sae. No one will know that the redhead is imagining himself buried between Isagi’s thighs, letting those powerful muscles break his skull. No one will know that Sae wants to fuck those thighs till they're a pink-tinted mess.

 

It's not like he'll actually ask.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After fucking around with his brother's head, the only one he can think about is the Isagi, Sae finds himself alone in the shower. He lets the water scald him, trying—and failing—to wash away the lingering heat pooling in his stomach.

 

It takes him hours to calm his hard dick, it's pressed against his stomach with how pent up he feels. The tip red and angry, his skin veiny and sensitive. Isagi is the only thing on his mind. Would Isagi kneel down like he did on the field, sucking his tip like a tease before going down and fucking crying—

 

It takes longer than it should to regain his composure. By the time he’s back in the locker room, the others are still sulking over the loss. Sae doesn’t care.

 

He’s got bigger problems, like his half-hard dick dripping against his boxers.

 

And the fact that his mind won’t shut up about Isagi Yoichi.

 

The second he’s dressed fully, he bolts, eager to escape the suffocating air of defeat. And just his luck, the only person standing just outside Blue Lock’s locker room, leaning casually against the wall, is none other than the boy himself. The face of all Sae's imaginations the past hour.

 

Isagi Yoichi.

 

Freshly showered. Hair damp, curling at the tips, Sae wants to pull and tug at it. His team jacket zipped up just enough to look teasing. Sae’s pulse stumbles.

 

He debates walking past without a word. Maybe Isagi wouldn’t even notice him. But just as he’s about to slip by, Isagi looks up from his phone, brows furrowed, lips quirking into a faint pout, glaring at the locker room door.

 

"How long is Rin going to take, damn it..." Sae hears him mumble.

 

'Rin?' Sae thinks. Isagi is waiting for Rin? His brother? The thought sours in his mouth. Are they a thing? He really doesn't want to think about it but his step falters noticably. Though, his hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed. Isagi straightens, eyes flicking up in recognition. Fuck. No. He should've just kept walking like normal. Fuck.

 

"Oh. It’s you,” Isagi says, voice neutral but laced with a hint of surprise.

 

Sae fights to maintain his composure. He nods, offering a curt, “Isagi Yoichi.” His tone is calm, but his insides are anything but. His heart is hammering so loud he’s sure Isagi can hear it.

 

This is great. Nice pretty striker speaking to him and the only way he can think is with his dick. Nice pretty striker might even be fucking with his little brother. This might be the one thing Rin has that Sae doesn't. That is, if they were together. But they can share, right?

 

...

 

He fucking hopes not? Come on, Sae just wants a taste. A bite. He can't do that if the next time they'll meet, it's Rin announcing their engagement or Sae catching them fucking at their house. He wants that.

 

“Oh uhm—that was a good game...?” Isagi says, scratching the back of his neck, clearly unsure of what else to say. It's pretty awkward.

 

“Congratulations on your win,” Sae replies, his words more automatic than genuine. “Your skills are... impressive. Though, of course, there’s always room for improvement.”

 

Isagi nods, a bit flustered, no doubt spent on the match earlier, "Thank you, that... Means a lot." from you, is left unsaid.

 

His expression shifted to one of determination though, "But I promise to beat you again next time."

 

Sae could only stare for a moment, caught off guard by the sheer conviction in those words. Sweet. Really sweet. He fucking hopes Isagi does—beats him, crushes him, hell, takes him down entirely. Preferably with those thighs. But Sae isn't opposed to being stepped on. Or punched. Sae isn’t about to say that out loud, but the thought claws at him(how he wishes Isagi claws at him. Still, something about Isagi’s grit, the raw energy radiating off him, tugged at the corners of Sae’s lips. And the tip of his dick, but still.)

 

He let out a low chuckle, rare and uncharacteristic, just barely curving his lips into the faintest of smirks. “It won’t be the same next time. Watch your step, Isagi.” His tone carried an edge, cool and measured, but the challenge in it was sharp enough to cut.

 

Isagi blinked at first, caught off guard by Sae’s rare smile, before his lips pulled into a crooked grin. “I’ll be ready for it, Itoshi.”

 

God. That crazed grin. Sae hated how it made something wild and reckless claw at his chest, it's tempting.

 

It would’ve been easy to walk away, end things on that sharp exchange, but Sae didn’t move. And neither did Isagi. The silence hung heavy between them, broken only by the faint shuffling of Isagi’s foot tapping the floor, he wants it to be replaced with Isagi's loud moans instead. He realises his thoughts are louder than the noises of the halls.

 

Sae tilted his head, gaze narrowing slightly, “Waiting for someone?”

 

"Yeah.” Isagi mumbled into his jacket, it's probably cold for him now. “Rin’s taking forever in there.”

 

Ah. Right. Rin. Forgot about him again. Tch.

 

The irritation was small, but it lingered like a thorn under Sae’s skin. Rin might've always been there with Isagi all that time. Always playing alongside Isagi, training with him, growing with him. Rin got to share the kind of moments Sae didn’t. It wasn’t jealousy, not exactly—Sae couldn’t care less about most things Rin had—but there was something about Isagi being one of them.

 

He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms as his sharp gaze lingered on Isagi. “He’s got you waiting out here? That’s surprising. Thought he’d leave you behind.”

 

Isagi huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, Rin’s not as bad as you think.” Then, his grin sharpened. “But if you’re worried I’m wasting my time waiting for him, don’t be. I can handle him.”

 

Sae’s brow arched at the way Isagi said it—confident, almost smug, like there wasn’t a single thing Rin could throw at him that he couldn’t handle.

 

The red haired huffed at that, if he could handle his little brother, surely...

 

"You think you can handle me, too?” Sae asked, voice smooth but cutting, like he was testing the weight of his words, daring Isagi to falter.  

 

Isagi didn’t falter. Instead, he tilted his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Handle you? You’re not as scary as you think, Sae.”  

 

The words struck like a whip—sharp, but playful, carrying just enough defiance to make Sae’s chest tighten. Ah. It kind of makes Sae throb, his heart and his dick. All he can think about is his own hard dick.

 

“You sure about that?” Sae stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there was barely any space between them. His tone dropped, colder now. “Careful, Isagi. Saying something like that might get you in trouble.”  

 

But Isagi didn’t back down. He leaned forward slightly, enough to close the distance between them further, and met Sae’s sharp gaze head-on. “Why? Because you’ll prove me wrong? Go ahead. Show me.”

 

A word has never rung in his head that much before. Show? Show. Show...? Show. 

 

It wasn’t bravado—Sae could see that in the way Isagi’s shoulders stayed relaxed, his expression calm but with a dangerous edge. Isagi wasn’t just challenging him; he was inviting him.

 

Sae’s breath caught, a quiet hitch he hoped Isagi didn’t notice. He hated how much that confidence shook him, how much it made him want to cross a line he shouldn’t even be near. He's being baited.

 

Fuck fine, he'll bite.

 

“You talk a lot for someone who’s never played on my level,” Sae said, his voice a low murmur, his eyes narrowing as he searched Isagi’s face for any crack, any hesitation.  

 

But Isagi only grinned wider. “You think I’m not already there? Guess you’ll have to keep watching me to find out.”  

 

Sae hated how those words sent a thrill down his spine, hated how the idea of watching Isagi—closely, constantly—was the only thing that sounded remotely interesting right now.  

 

His lips twitched, almost curling into a smirk. “Cocky little bastard, aren’t you?”  

 

“I’ve earned it.” Isagi shot back, his voice steady, his grin widening just enough to drive Sae crazy. He desperately wants those lips to suck him off, every drop.

 

It wasn’t just the words—it was the fire behind them, the spark in Isagi’s dark blue eyes that felt like it could burn straight through him. Sae found himself leaning in, his pulse quickening as he realized that maybe, just maybe, Isagi wasn’t wrong. 

 

Sae’s gaze lingered on Isagi, caught somewhere between irritation and intrigue. His fingers twitched at his sides, betraying how tightly he was reining himself in. Isagi didn’t just speak like he was fearless—he wore it. Every word, every movement, felt like it was calculated to keep Sae on edge, and damn it, it was working.

 

“Earned it, huh?” Sae’s voice dipped lower, the words rolling off his tongue rougher than he meant them to. “You think one good goal puts you on my level?”

 

Isagi didn’t flinch. He stood there like he was daring Sae to challenge him further, his grin sharp and unbothered. “No,” he said, cool as ever, “but you wouldn’t be so worked up if I didn’t make you think twice about me.”

 

Sae’s breath caught, barely noticeable, but Isagi didn’t miss it. He leaned in just enough to make the air between them heavy, that teasing edge creeping into his voice. “Or is it something else that’s got you so interested?”

 

Sae’s pulse quickened at the question—at the way Isagi had said it, that challenge hanging in the air like a dare. And damn it, that was exactly it, wasn’t it? Isagi knew. He knew exactly what he was doing. He's teasing the Itoshi Sae!

 

For a second, Sae couldn’t respond. His mind was caught in a whirlwind, between anger, frustration, and that damned curiosity gnawing at him. His lips twitched into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes—it couldn’t, not when Isagi was wearing that damn look. He'll erase that and replace it with a lewder one.

 

“Pretty arrogant, huh?” Sae’s words came out sharper than he intended, like a blade meant to slice through the tension. But it didn’t cut—no, it only made it thicker, heavier, like it was suffocating him. He was breathless.

 

Isagi just shrugged, that infuriating, teasing grin still there. “Maybe. But I’m not wrong, am I?”

 

Sae’s jaw tightened, teeth gritted together as he took a step back—not because he wanted to, but because he needed to. The space between them felt too small, too dangerous, and if he didn’t get some air, he was going to explode. He's on edge just speaking to this monster.

 

He barely heard himself speak. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” Sae said, voice icy, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “Next time, I’ll crush you.”

 

Isagi didn’t back down, not even a fraction. Instead, he tilted his head, the smirk on his face turning softer, almost teasing. “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

 

And damn it, that look in his eyes—it wasn’t just daring him. It was challenging him. Sae’s stomach twisted with a mix of frustration and something darker, something far more dangerous. He felt hot in the cold hallway. No fucking way he was getting blue balls from speaking to this stupidly hot striker.

 

That was it. No more games.

 

Sae’s body moved before his mind could catch up, his hand grabbing Isagi’s wrist in one sharp motion. Isagi’s eyes widened, “What the hell are you—”

 

“Shut up.” Sae’s voice was low, rough, almost strangled with the effort to keep control. He pulled Isagi toward him, the air between them crackling with frustration as he yanked open the janitor’s closet door.

 

“Wait—what are you doing?” Isagi’s protest was unserious, but it didn’t stop Sae from pulling him inside.

 

The door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing through the tiny room— and he locked. Isagi stumbled slightly, his back hitting the wall as Sae’s presence loomed over him, all controlled anger and barely restrained tension. Sae dropped his bag and made Isagi do the same. 

 

“What’s the matter, Sae?” Isagi’s voice was too casual, like this was just another one of their little games. “You finally losing your cool?”

 

Sae’s breath was too loud in his own ears. His body was close—too close—and the way Isagi looked up at him, all that teasing fire still flickering in his eyes, was driving him crazy.

 

“You think this is a joke?” Sae’s voice dropped, quieter, edged with something darker, something real this time.

 

Isagi’s smirk didn’t waver. “No. But I think you want it to be.”

 

Sae’s chest tightened at the words, and before he could stop himself, his hand shot out, pushing Isagi up against the wall, his face inches away from his.

 

“I don’t want you to think for one second that you have me figured out,” Sae growled, his breath ghosting over Isagi’s lips, the space between them too small, too suffocating.

 

Isagi chuckled softly, his breath mingling with Sae’s. “I think I’ve got you figured out more than you realize.”

 

Sae’s grip tightened around Isagi’s wrist, and for the briefest moment, he felt the tension snap. He didn’t wait for Isagi to say another word—he just pulled him forward, spinning him around and pinning him to the door.

 

“Shut the hell up,” Sae muttered, his voice rougher than he intended, as he closed the gap completely, the world outside the closet forgotten.

 

And there it was again—that fire. That pull—and this time, Sae wasn’t going to fight it.

 

He couldn't hold back anymore and only a breath away from this cute bunny right in front of him. Fuck, he's beautiful, his eyes express the same thrill he has on the field, he wants to be the one to make those stupid pretty eyes roll back. Sae feels himself practically growing hard again. Fuck. He's never been blue balled this bad. Shit. Fuck.

 

It was almost funny. Almost.  

 

Sae had spent the whole game picking apart Isagi’s play, analyzing every decision, every movement—but now, standing here in the cramped janitor’s closet with barely any space between them, he realized he had no fucking clue what to do next. It's like he's brainless whenever near Isagi.

 

Because Isagi wasn’t moving away. He wasn’t shoving Sae off, wasn’t throwing out some smart-ass remark to break the tension. No, he just stood there, swallowing hard, looking anywhere but at Sae, his earlier confidence slipping into something uncertain, something hesitant.  

 

Something virgin.  

 

Fuck-

 

Sae’s lips twitched, his own breath uneven. Shit. This wasn’t supposed to go this far. He was supposed to tease, push, make Isagi squirm just a little, just to indulge a bit of his own fantasies and for some shit he'll stroke to that night—but now? Now, he was practically grinding up against the guy, his dick throbbing against his usually loose boxers that feel painfully tight now, and the fabric of his loose sweatpants was pooled up over his --obviously straining- dick as he registered just how much smaller Isagi was, how easy it would be to just—  

 

No.  

 

Sae forced himself to exhale through his nose, trying to regain even an ounce of control. But then Isagi’s eyes flicked up—just for a second—wide, unguarded, like he wasn’t sure what the hell was happening but wasn’t entirely against it either, and 

 

Fuckkkkkkkk

 

He wanted to see those eyes go hazy and glassy. Maybe cry a bit. Or a lot. 

 

Sae could see it in the way Isagi’s fingers twitched at his sides, how his shoulders tensed like he didn’t know if he should stand his ground or step back. But there was nowhere to go, not with the way Sae had him cornered, the janitor’s closet too damn small, too hot, the air thick with something neither of them wanted to name.  

 

Sae exhaled sharply, the sound almost a growl, and leaned in, just enough to feel the warmth radiating off of Isagi’s skin. His mouth hovered near Isagi’s jaw, teasing, taunting—because he could.  

 

“You talk a big game,” Sae murmured, voice low, edged with something dark, something dangerous. “But now you’re quiet?”  

 

Isagi’s breath hitched—tiny, but Sae caught it. And fuck, if that didn’t make him harder.  

 

“You were looking real confident just now,” Sae continued, his fingers lifting, just barely ghosting over Isagi’s hip. “What happened?”  

 

“I—” Isagi started, but his voice came out strained, uneven. He huffed, as if shaking off whatever was creeping up his spine, and turned his head to glare at Sae. “You’re so fucking annoying.”  

 

Sae smirked. There it is. 

 

“Yeah?” He tilted his head, pressing just a little closer, their bodies almost touching. “You don’t seem to mind that much.”  

 

Isagi let out a sharp breath, frustrated, maybe flustered, but he held his ground. “This is—fuck. You’re literally—”  

 

His sentence cut off when Sae moved—just slightly, but enough that the press of his erection against Isagi’s stomach was undeniable, it was fucking pressed.  

 

The way Isagi sucked in a breath, fingers clenching at his sides, made Sae’s blood boil.  

 

Fuck, he wanted to ruin him.  

 

He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t.  

 

But damn it—Isagi had asked for this, the way he ran his mouth, the way he stood toe-to-toe with Sae like he wasn’t the one shaking a little now, the way he was still looking at Sae like he wanted to fight him and something else at the same time.  

 

And Sae wasn’t the type to walk away from a challenge, okay? It's not like he wanted to fuck the boy hard just because.

 

Sae could feel his pulse hammering, blood rushing south, his restraint slipping through his fingers like sand. He should step back. He should fucking think. But Isagi was right there—flushed, glaring, his lips parted like he was about to say something cocky, something that would just piss Sae off even more.  

 

And then he licked his lips.  

 

Just a quick flick of his tongue, probably a nervous habit, but it was enough.  

 

Sae’s grip on Isagi’s hip tightened. His head dipped lower, breath fanning against Isagi’s ear as he exhaled, slow and deliberate, letting the moment stretch unbearably thin.  

 

“Let me devour you.”  

 

The words slipped out rough, raw, needy—like they’d been clawing their way up his throat, demanding release-- like Sae was the whole time.  

 

Isagi shivered. Actually shivered. The little movement went straight to Sae's cock and fuck he could cum right now, dirty his boxers like a stupid virgin because of Isagi shivering. 

 

But he didn't. Trying to save himself from the embarrassment. Come on, you cum because a hot guy moves in against you? That's immature!

 

Isagi’s fingers twitched like he didn’t know whether to push Sae away or pull him closer. His breath was uneven now, caught somewhere between shock and anticipation, and when he finally managed to speak, it came out hoarse.  

 

“…You’re insane.”  

 

Sae’s smirk widened, something dark curling at the edges of it. Trying to hide his real desperation, “You don’t sound like you hate it.”  

 

Isagi sucked in a breath, his hands finally moving—gripping Sae’s jacket, tight, like he was so close to giving in, but still holding himself back.  

 

Sae wasn’t in the mood for patience.  

 

So he moved.  

 

Fast. Sharp.  

 

One second, Isagi was standing there, barely keeping it together. The next, Sae had him pinned—completely this time, back against the door, bodies flush, no space left between them, or the door. There was only a view of the locker room on Sae's side, the blinder like holes and all.

 

Isagi let out a choked noise, something caught between a curse and a breathless gasp. Sae swallowed it, pressing in, watching those stupid pretty eyes widen, that cocky confidence flickering into something new.  

 

Something weak.  

 

Sae’s lips brushed against Isagi’s jaw, just barely, his voice a low whisper.  

 

“You gonna run?”  

 

Silence.  

 

Then—Isagi exhaled, slow, measured, his hands tightening in Sae’s team jacket. He met Sae’s gaze, blue eyes burning with something fierce, something that made Sae’s stomach twist and his cock leak a shit ton amount of precum.

 

“…No.”  

 

Sae grinned, sharp and satisfied. He was so done with the foreplay.

 

“Good.”  

 

The moment their lips crashed together, it was nothing short of a war.  

 

Isagi wasn’t soft—wasn’t shy. He kissed back like he played: relentless, hungry, like he was trying to score a goal with his fucking mouth. It was all teeth and heat, a battle for control neither of them was willing to lose.  

 

Sae growled against him, pushing harder, his hands slipping down to Isagi’s waist, gripping tight, fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket. He wanted him closer. Needed him pressed up against him until there was no space left to breathe.  

 

Isagi gasped when Sae bit down on his bottom lip, drawing a bit of blood, rough, sharp, and Sae used the opportunity to slip his tongue in—taking, tasting copper in his mouth. He never tasted blood besides his own, but fuck, Isagi tasted divine.

 

Hot and real against him, his breath shuddering as he tried to keep up. But Sae could feel the way his body tensed, the way his fingers fisted into Sae’s hoodie like he needed something to hold onto.

 

Sae pulled back just enough to smirk against Isagi’s lips, breathless but victorious. “Not so cocky now, huh?”  

 

Isagi huffed, still glaring, but his pupils were blown wide, his face flushed, and—Sae wanted to wreck him.  

 

“You’re—” Isagi’s voice was rough, unsteady. He swallowed thickly, his grip on Sae’s hoodie tightening. “—such an asshole.”  

 

Sae chuckled, low and dark, his fingers slipping under the hem of Isagi’s jacket, skimming over the heat of his waist, drifting up just a bit-- cold fingers pinching Isagi's nipples, and the boy in question whimpered at that, “And you’re still here.”  

 

Isagi didn’t answer— trying to catch his breath, chest rising and falling unevenly.  

 

Then, after a moment, he did something that made Sae’s cock twitch painfully.  

 

He rolled his hips.  

 

Just a little. Just enough that the friction sent sparks down Sae’s spine, made his breath hitch as he felt exactly how affected Isagi was.  

 

Sae’s restraint snapped.  

 

He slid his knee higher, pressing between Isagi’s legs, and fuck—the way Isagi gasped, the way his hips jerked forward, chasing friction without even thinking—it was enough to send a fresh wave of heat surging through Sae’s veins.  

 

 

 

“F-Fuck—” Isagi bit down on his lip, like he was trying to stop another sound from slipping out, but it was too fucking late. Sae heard it. He felt it.  

 

And he wanted so much more.

 

He dipped lower, lips brushing against the shell of Isagi’s ear, voice low, teasing, but starving, he's sure next time Isagi brushes against him, he'll cum instantly, no doubt. “C’mon,” he murmured, fingers digging into Isagi’s waist. “You want something. Say it.”  

 

I want it too. Badly. Please just fucking say it so I don't beg.

 

Isagi let out a sharp breath, something between frustration and desperation, his forehead pressing against Sae’s shoulder, his body trembling against him.  

 

Sae smirked. “Or do you want me to figure it out myself?”

 

He's running out of time. Foreplay cannot be this stupid long.

 

Isagi’s breath hitched again, chest rising and falling in quick, erratic patterns as he tried to hold it together, but the way Sae was pressing against him, the way his knee was digging into him, making him burn—it was too much.

 

He swallowed hard, eyes flickering shut for a moment as his body betrayed him, inching closer, seeking out the heat Sae was offering. Then, in a voice that was barely above a whisper but heavy with need, Isagi finally gave in.

 

“Devour me,” he breathed out, the words trembling on his lips like they were a prayer. “Please... devour me.”

 

Sae’s heart slammed in his chest, his hands tightening around Isagi’s waist as if to anchor him there. That was it. That was all he needed. The vulnerability in those words—the way Isagi’s voice cracked just enough to show how badly he wanted this, how much he was asking for it—sent a rush of heat straight to Sae’s core.

 

He didn't even reply, he picked Isagi up and laid him on the floor gently, thankful for the availability of space in the closet.

 

Then he pulled off the younger boy's shoes— then sweatpants, revealing nice boxers over stupid thick muscly thighs. The boxers weren't that light of a colour, but he could see the wet spot just above Isagi's pussy. 

 

Sae wanted to lick it dry so bad.

 

 

 

Isagi shyly took off his boxers, slowly. What a tease. Sae wasn't having it.

 

He tugged on the waistband harshly and pulled it down until just under his knees. There was a string of slick connecting between Isagi to his boxers. Sae slotted himself between his thighs, and because of the boxers, he kind of has to be pressed between two thighs. That's such a fucking problem, right?

 

His big hands held Isagi's legs open wide enough for his head to not be crushed—it took everything in him to just not let go.

 

Now, he could actually pay attention to the picture in front of him.

 

Isagi, face flushed, panting, thighs next to Sae's face, jacket lifted just above his belly button. Ah.

 

His pussy was fucking dripping too.

 

Ohhhhhhh fuck.

 

It was good pussy, alright. It was cleanly shaved, probably just, so the skin should be a little sensitive, and it's pink and nice and fucking perfect. And... Is Isagi ovulating? That's shit ton of slick. Not that Sae's complaining—this is the best situation he's ever found himself in.

 

Only his left hand holding Isagi's leg in position, he takes his right and slowly, hesitantly guides it to Isagi's sopping wet pussy. His index and ring finger pressed against the soft wet skin—Sae spreads those fat folds and he groans internally at the sight. It's all slick and wet.

 

He could see it dripping out in real time. That's crazy hot.

 

Sae swallowed and looked up at Isagi with a lazy grin, trying his hardest not to show how much his deepest desires are shown right in front of his face. He's nervous and he's so hard, his tip might be angry red by now because of how much he's neglected it.

 

Man, he fucking loves pussy and pretty boys.

 

Namely Isagi Yoichi.

 

"いただきます" Itadakimasu, he finds himself saying. And he must've done something right because Isagi is looking away, leaning against the door, and he's covering his eyes with the back of his hand, flustered and blushing, gritting his teeth a bit— drool at the side of his mouth and Sae watches as more translucent slime produces out of Isagi's perfect cunt, almost dripping to the floor.

 

Hm, he really can't let that go to waste...

 

So Sae ducks his head down and licks the leaking slick that's sliding between Isagi's nice ass, and brings them up to his cunt, scooping it with his tongue before swallowing, testing the taste.

 

"Ha— aah....!" Isagi pants, just one lick and he's already started falling apart, he's trembling, Sae feels it- he's trembling as well. He's fucking excited because he's eating out the most perfect boy there is.

 

The taste comes back to him instantly; it's salty, then sweet, and fucking delicious. And he finds that if he were to drink from Isagi every day, he wouldn't mind.

 

So he dips down again, but he finds himself admiring the pretty portrait of Isagi biting his lips, trying to stiffle his moans. His lips were quivering so badly, he was going to break soon. His hand was still covering his eyes, fine. Isagi is allowed to be a little shy about getting eaten out for the first time.

 

And Sae is a little petty—if Isagi won't look at him, he'll make him feel everything that he's doing, he opens his mouth and fucking devours like Isagi asked him to.

 

He licks up first, sloppily collecting the sticky substances that Isagi had already produced, swallowing some.

 

"Ngh...! Ah... Sae—ha...."

 

The action of licking around Isagi forces him to produce more. Which is fucking hot, by the way. 

 

He doubles down and laps at the sensitive skin, just a bit slowly—before his patience ran thin and he began lapping at the fleshy pink like a dehydrated dog. 

 

Disgusting.

 

It's so damn disgusting. It should be. But Sae finds himself slowly delving deeper and he finds that it's less disgusting and more addicting.

 

His hand snakes next to Sae's face—Isagi's inner thigh, and he pins it down onto the floor harshly, pinching the skin in the process.

 

The stimulation makes the blue haired buck against Sae's face just slightly, resisting the force that's holding him down.

 

Isagi moans weakly, so early into the game, and it seems like he was just about to give in.

 

Sae circles his tongue around Isagi's lips playfully before giving up to the others moans and slowly, inserting his tongue into the tight entrance of Isagi's clit, and groans because oh, he's stupid tight.

 

It's fucking tight, and he kind of fucks the crazy heat with his tongue, trying to get the taste inside Isagi.

 

"Ngh.. mmf— S- slow down...!"

 

Sae doesn't, by the way. Instead, he swallows and rolls his tongue.

 

Isagi's moans were muffled, trying to keep it in because—well, his team's locker room is right opposite of the door he was leaning against.

 

"I— I can't take it...!"

 

Isagi whined lowly, shaking his head just slightly, big fat tears rolling down his cheeks. It's a lewd expression— and Sae wants it framed in his bedroom so he can jack off to it whenever he needs to.

 

The red haired takes it as a sign to pull off because, while the idea of eating Isagi out until he breaks on Sae's tongue is really tempting, there's no way he's going to miss the opportunity of shoving his dick into a nice fat pussy, one of the best players he's ever seen, too.

 

And just as he pulls off, he takes notice of how... Swollen it skin was. His gears were running slow as he swallowed the nice slick that was dripping into his mouth just seconds prior.

 

"Shit, you taste nice."

 

"Shut up you pervert...!"

 

Sae freezes at that, blush creeping up his neck just a bit, and he mutters mostly to himself.

 

"Fuck, maybe I am a pervert..."

 

 

 

 

 

Oh well. Onto more important things at hand.

 

His tongue is sore and his neglected cock and dripping against his boxers.

 

And he doesn't care. There's a picture right in front of him he can't take his eyes off.

 

It's amazing, really.

 

But just by something moving in Isagi, the shorter is wet beyond control. His pink entrance was practically crying, begging to be devoured.

 

Sae volunteers as tribute, and he licks the dripping wetness and shoves it into Isagi's hole by his tongue, violent.

 

Isagi mewls at this—his toes curling in his socks as he rocks against the man that's devouring him whole.

 

The man in question sucks a bit around the hole, groaning into the heat, trying to loosen the tight wetness, trying to ease it open for his waiting cock.

 

It only lasted a few seconds.

 

It's interesting how reactive Isagi's body is. It's captivating. The slick build-up kind of pushes against Sae's tongue, which forces him out of eating for a moment, a line of stickiness connected between his tongue and the uncontrollable amount of wetness dripping out of Isagi's clitoris. Neither one of them can tell if it's Isagi's taste or Sae's saliva.

 

He'll drown in Isagi's slick between these thighs. It's never-ending, his face hurts from doing all the work but all the sticky fluid it produces makes it worth it—like a reward. It takes every muscle of his tongue and jaw to pull out and gulp all his milk out.

 

Somehow, Isagi makes a perfect cow.

 

The thought sends shivers to his whole body and most importantly, his dick. He doesn't want to think beyond that, otherwise he might fuck this virgin's brains out just by his stupid fantasy of wanting to milk Isagi and drink him down till he's dry and making more for him.

 

He can't think anymore.

 

So he pushes his tongue back in, all the way he can. He knows it's not long as his dick, but it's longer than average, and Isagi is shaking like a leaf now.

 

"No..." He hears the shorter boy whine.

 

"I— mmf... Too fast...!"

 

He feels Isagi loosen up just slightly. Now the sounds of liquid and Sae's groans against Isagi and the youngers' own quiet moans were the only things heard, besides Isagi's pleas to slow down.

 

Isagi must be close, because he's carding his fingers into Sae's red hair and pushing him deeper in. It's a small gesture and Sae pushes his tongue deeper, deeper into him.

 

He's doing this right, because he slurps and pulls out before shoving back in—Isagi tilts his head back and rests it against his door, opening his mouth in a silent scream and suddenly warm liquid spills all over his tongue and he's going to swallow everything Isagi has to offer.

 

Isagi was squirting on his tongue and that was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced. 

 

He tastes so good on Sae's tongue and he smells just as. He's perfect. And Sae can't get enough.

 

His gulps and Isagi's whimpers and moans were the only sound in that room aside from the casual squelching of Sae's tongue abusing his sopping wet cunt, even after Isagi's hot orgasm.

 

"Sae... Ah...♡"

 

"Sae..."

 

"S— Sae...!"

 

"Mmmngh... Sae-"

 

After the abrupt orgasm, it was like Isagi was dumbed down to a cumming mess that only knows how to chant Sae's name like a plea.

 

It really gets him going.

 

He doesn't even lick and swallow anymore, he fucks Isagi over with his tongue and collects the copious amount of liquid in his mouth before he swallows to feel satisfied. Sae's sure there's some more at his chin but he can't be fucking bothered because he wants to empty Isagi out so bad.

 

He latches onto the sweet virgin meat and eats him out one more fucking time, just one more before he ups the ante—before he fucks him good.

 

His jaw aches, it hurts so good, and he swallows and licks and—

 

He stills and groans into the pussy that's covered with his own saliva. His knees buck involuntarily and he feels his boxers get uncomfortably wet.

 

His dick was rock hard and cumming against the floor, clothed.

 

Untouched. Like a fucking virgin.

 

He fucking came. While eating Isagi out.

 

He didn't even touch his dick, damn it.

 

It's been maybe 15 minutes, and Sae came because of Isagi's tight clit on his tongue. Shit...

 

That's so hot. Fuck. He might cum again.

 

It takes him a few seconds to recover, he unlatches himself from the pussy that's been a pacifier to him for however long he's been plunging his tongue into it, and Isagi notices his strange demeanor.

 

"Is something wrong, Sae...?"

 

Isagi forces out between pants, clearly worried. Fuck, Sae should be the one checking up on Isagi. Not the other way around.

 

"All good, striker..."

 

Sae gulps out loud. Shit. How does he explain this...

 

"What is it?" Isagi asks, trying to sit up but Sae stops him with a hand pressing him back on the ground by his stomach.

 

"I... I just came."

 

Isagi tilts his head in surprise and slowly, the expression changes to a cocky grin. Fuck. He basically just gave control to him—

 

"Shut the fuck up."

 

Sae snaps back, he can't lose. He has to take control.

 

Before Isagi could reply, the red haired boy finds himself focusing more on the soft pussy. He reaches down to it's lips and doesn't bother parting it. Instead, he pushes his index and middle finger in—almost fully, earning a high pitched whine as Isagi's knees seem to give up altogether. The cum of the younger made it so much easier for his fingers to slide in, and it was hot. His fingers felt hot.

 

This is where he'll stuff his dick into? This pretty thing? This virgin hole? There's no way he can handle Sae's dick if his tongue already made him a quivering mess.

 

He forced the groan down his own throat at the thought.

 

 

 

Small huffs of breath make it's way out of Isagi's lips,

 

"Y... you can't fucking slow down...?"

 

Isagi whimpers out, and it's cute. He thinks Sae has that much control in him.

 

"Can't handle two fingers, sweetheart?"

 

Sae mocks half-heartedly, and he swears he feels the wet clit tighten around the fingers at the pet name.

 

Isagi opens his mouth to retort, but Sae is petty.

 

He's so petty.

 

He plunges his fingers deeper in till the folds cover him knuckles.

 

It's worth it. It's worth everything, because Isagi fucking breaks composure and moans like one of those pornos Sae favours. Those female ones.

 

Blue eyes seem to roll back just slightly at that, it's some sort of lewd ahegao expression, but his tongue is only slightly outside his soft lips, drool on the side of his mouth as his tears spilling over his cheeks. His back arched just fucking right, because now, Sae can see everything.

 

He wastes absolutely no time.

 

His fingers thrust into him, no breaks. 

 

He wants to feel Isagi cum over his dick, so he tries his best not to make him cum with his fingers.

 

He slows down, teasing, drawing out every movement with deliberate precision. Isagi whines, breathless, hips shifting restlessly.  

 

“No… go faster…” he murmurs, his voice strained with need.

 

Sae clicks his tongue in disapproval, amusement lacing his tone. “Don’t be a brat.” His grip tightens, fingers digging in just enough to make Isagi shiver. "You take what I give you."  

 

Isagi exhales sharply, a frustrated whimper slipping past his lips, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he presses closer, surrendering to the slow, torturous pace that has him trembling.

 

Sae swore under his breath, his carefully maintained control slipping the second Isagi made that sound—high and needy, desperate in a way that sent something dark curling in Sae’s gut.  

 

He was the one in charge. The one who set the pace. And yet—  

 

Yet, when Isagi whined again, his fingers clutching at Sae’s arms, his breath hot and unsteady, something inside Sae snapped.

 

"Fuck," he hissed, his restraint unraveling. His h?fingers quick, friction almost bruising as he surged forward, all pretense of patience gone. "You don’t even know what you’re asking for."  

 

Isagi gasped, his body responding instantly, arching into Sae’s touch, lips parting as though he was made for this. His eyes—half-lidded, unfocused—sent a wave of heat surging through Sae.  

 

Fuck control.

 

Sae needed more. Needed to hear more of those wrecked little noises. Needed to ruin him.

 

By this point, Isagi's three fingers stretched and he doesn't know if he should pull out or stretch him more, until Isagi parts his soft lips to moan just as soft at Sae's forceful slow pace. 

 

Shitshitshitshit

 

Isagi is just about to cum, himself chasing release, and Sae pulls away with a squelch.

 

He whines at the feeling, because Isagi feels so empty, clenching around nothing, and not even cumming.

 

"Sae..."

 

"C— condom," Sae forces out. He can't think. He needs. He needs to fuck.

 

"I don't want you to use a condom..."

 

Isagi whines like a brat, "Just fuck me raw already..."

 

Isagi pouts just slightly, and Sae loses it.

 

"There's no way I'm knocking you up."

 

"Please, Sae...?" Isagi dazedly asks.

 

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit. Fuck.

 

Sae swallowed. His gulp resounded in the small room. 

 

This is it. This is where he dies. In a janitors closet, with his dick fully in a pretty guy's tight pussy and fucking him like it's his own hand. Yeah. Okay. It doesn't sound bad. Doesn't sound bad at all.

 

His dick is already threatening to spill again. It's painful. It's so hard and it stretches the fabric of Sae's boxers and Sae is thinking about Isagi Yoichi being the mother of his children.

 

"Are you trying to fucking kill me?", Sae forced out.

 

And Isagi's eyelashes flutter prettily, his tears were caught on them. It's pretty. Isagi's so pretty and Sae wants to fuck.

 

 

 

But Isagi? Isagi is a fucking menace. He's an absolute monster who leaves Sae begging.

 

"Please, let me put it in, darling..."

"Just this once, please?"

"Fuck, please baby, it'll be just the tip—"

"It— it'll be quick, I promise..."

"I swear I'll be gentle, baby..."

"Sweetheart, n— not even your thighs...?"

"Let me taste, bunny..."

"Please, I swear, I'll be a good boy, I won't—"

Sae's voice cracked, desperate. He's holding Isagi against the door by his thighs, his restraint slipping, his face heated as he begs like fucking Isagi is oxygen and his way of life.

"I won't cum inside..."

 

 

 

"Babygirl, please, one chance...?"

 

 

Begging is good. Sae will continue to beg if every time he does, it gets him into a position where his cock is buried deep into Isagi and his stomach  slightly bloated and swollen with Sae's seed and he's so sure it's just the way he pictured Isagi pregnant.

And a situation where he came thrice in a pussy he might not be able to touch again.

 

He's sure anyone who passes by will assume the wet trail from the janitors closet to the locker room is just soap that looks maybe a bit too translucent and white and shiny.

 

Isagi returns to the blue lock facility by Sae's car, a bit fuller than the other members who have already eaten, courtesy of Itoshi Sae.