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The final whistle felt like a blade cutting through Isagi’s chest. Bastard München had fallen to Re Al again, the scoreboard glaring down on him like a cruel reminder. He stood at the center of the pitch for a moment longer than anyone else, his hands pressed to his knees as sweat rolled down his face. His body wanted to fold in on itself, his mind screaming at him for every miscalculation, every slip, every moment where Rin and Kaiser had pushed him into a corner and stripped him of options. The worst part was not just losing, but losing to them . To his boyfriends who knew every part of his game and still showed no mercy when the ball rolled between his feet.
He had one flash of glory though. He had threaded his way past Rin with a brilliant read, the ball glued to his cleats, and when Kaiser tried to cut him off, Isagi had snapped forward with a burst of speed and driven the shot into the top corner. For that moment he had felt unstoppable, and his voice had carried across the pitch, raw with triumph. “Didn’t see that one coming, did you, Rin?! Kaiser, keep up, I’m running past you!” The rush in his chest had been pure fire, the kind that burned his lungs and made his brain sing. But it had been brief. Rin shut him down afterward and Kaiser smirked at him with every stolen ball, and together they bent the match to their will. By the end Bastard were chasing shadows.
When the players drifted toward the tunnel, Isagi dragged himself along, every step heavy with disappointment. He hated losing, hated it with everything in him, but the fury twisting in his stomach was not the kind that broke him. It was the kind that carved him sharper, the kind that made him swear silently that the next time would not end the same way. He could already feel that heat building again, the obsession that never left him, the drive to take them down.
A hand clapped onto his shoulder, light but teasing. Kaiser’s voice followed, smooth and full of smug delight. “You should see your face, Herzchen. Utter despair. It’s beautiful.” Kaiser slung his bag over one shoulder and leaned in close, his grin practically pressed against Isagi’s cheek. “Do you know what I love most? That little moment when you realize there’s nothing you can do. That second when your eyes go wide. I live for it.”
Isagi jerked his shoulder, brushing him off, though his ears burned. “Tch, shut up, Kaiser!”
“You get that look that makes me want to ruin you even more,” Kaiser pressed, walking alongside him.”And Rin agrees, I bet. Right, Rinnie?”
Rin had been a few steps behind, his bag slung low, his eyes dark as they landed on Isagi. He did not need to raise his voice; the weight of his words carried enough. “He said he’d crush us. I didn’t see it. You didn’t even get close after that first goal.”
Isagi shot him a glare, his lips pressed into a thin line, but his voice came fast and firm. “I’ll get you next time, both of you! I’ll figure it out like always. Don’t think this is the end.”
Rin’s expression barely shifted, but there was the faintest pull at the corner of his mouth, the ghost of a smirk. He liked hearing that.
Kaiser threw his head back and laughed, the sound bouncing down the tunnel. “See, that’s why he’s perfect – he loses, he’s crushed, but still he talks like he is the winner. My pretty little champion, always pretending he’s on our level.” His eyes glinted as he lowered his voice, leaning in toward Isagi. “But we both know who had control tonight. And who always will.”
The words twisted in Isagi’s stomach, half fury, half something hotter that he refused to name. His teeth ground together and he quickened his pace, muttering, “Let’s just go.”
They reached the exit where their car waited, the cool night air brushing against their damp skin. Kaiser pulled the keys from his pocket, already tossing them in his palm with his usual careless swagger. Rin stood close enough to Isagi that their shoulders brushed, his presence heavy with a kind of claim that Isagi could feel all the way down to his bones. Kaiser, of course, noticed it and only leaned in closer on the other side, hemming Isagi in between them without touching, as if daring him to choose who to brush off first.
“Home then,” Kaiser said brightly. “And on the way, perhaps we remind dear Yoichi of a little bet he made. Something about if Bastard won, we’d be his dogs for a week. Do you remember, Herzchen? Unfortunately for you, Re Al won, which means Rin and I get what we asked for.”
Isagi’s throat tightened. He remembered. He remembered all too well, and his legs suddenly felt heavy again. He forced his eyes away, refusing to give Kaiser the satisfaction of seeing his reaction. “You don’t have to keep repeating it,” he muttered. But his voice wavered ever so slightly, and Kaiser’s smirk widened.
“Of course we do,” Kaiser said easily, unlocking the car with a click. “It’s the only way to make sure you never forget your place when you lose. And I do love you when you lose.”
Rin’s voice was flat but his gaze burned. “Get in the car.”
Isagi climbed into the passenger seat, Kaiser sliding behind the wheel and Rin settling in the back like a shadow ready to strike. The engine rumbled to life, and the road home stretched ahead of them, thick with the weight of words unsaid and the promise of what was to come.
The car smelled faintly of leather and cologne, the kind of expensive, too-clean scent that always clung to Kaiser’s things. Isagi slumped in the passenger seat, arms crossed tight over his chest, his eyes fixed stubbornly on the blur of traffic ahead. He could feel Rin’s gaze drilling into him from the back seat and Kaiser’s casual presence at the wheel, one hand loose on the steering wheel, the other resting on top of Isagi’s thigh, squeezing it lightly.
“You know,” Kaiser began, his voice smooth and sing-song, “I think my favorite part of tonight wasn’t even winning, it was watching you fall apart, Herzchen. That moment after I stripped the ball from you near the sideline—your face was priceless. You actually looked like you were going to cry.”
Isagi’s head snapped toward him, a scowl cutting across his tired face. “I wasn’t going to cry, you asshole! I was pissed. There’s a difference.”
Kaiser grinned, eyes glinting as he shifted gears. “Oh,you were in total despair. I saw it. You get like that right before you try to fight your way back. It’s my favorite thing about you. Don’t you think so too, Rinnie?”
From the back seat, Rin’s voice slid in low and cool. “He looked pathetic. All that talk about crushing us and then nothing in the end.”
Isagi clenched his fists against his arms, biting down on the inside of his cheek. His pride screamed at him to throw something back, to spit fire the way he always did, but his chest felt too tight, and his throat was already burning. “I scored on you,” he muttered finally, his voice rough but steady. “Don’t pretend I didn’t. You didn’t stop me that time.”
Rin leaned forward, his hand braced on the back of Isagi’s seat, his breath close enough to tickle his ear. “Once. And then you couldn’t do anything. You call that crushing me?”
Isagi turned his face away, his jaw tense, cheeks burning hotter by the second. He hated how his body betrayed him in moments like this, how his breath shortened under their words, how his pulse raced even though he wanted to snarl and snap.
“Look at him,” Kaiser laughed, glancing at Rin in the rearview mirror. “His ears are red. Poor Yoichi, so frustrated. He hates losing but he needs it too. Isn’t that right, Herzchen? You love when we remind you you’re beneath us.”
“Shut up,” Isagi shot back, though it came out breathless. He pressed his knees together without thinking, shifting in his seat, and the movement only made Kaiser’s grin widen.
Rin’s hand slid lower, resting on the back of Isagi’s shoulder before curling just slightly against his neck, a quiet pressure that made him shiver. “Stop pretending you don’t like it,” Rin said, his voice a murmur in Isagi’s ear. “Your dumb face says it all.”
“I don’t—” Isagi started, but the words caught in his throat, breaking off into a frustrated exhale. His forehead pressed briefly against the cool window, his reflection staring back at him with a flush he couldn’t hide. “I just… I’ll get you next time. I’ll crush both of you. I don’t care what it takes.”
Kaiser hummed, amused, tilting his head toward him without taking his eyes off the road. “That’s the look I wanted to see, that fire in your eyes right after despair. That’s why I keep pushing you down, Herzchen. Because watching you get back up is intoxicating. But don’t think determination saves you tonight, a bet is a bet.”
Rin’s fingers pressed a little harder at the back of Isagi’s neck, just enough to ground him in place. “You’re ours when we get home. No excuses.”
Isagi’s throat bobbed, his mind racing faster than his words could keep up. He hated how much his body betrayed him, how much heat was curling low in his stomach, how his thighs pressed together against the ache building there. He wanted to snap, to fight, to insist that he was more than their plaything. And yet every word they spoke dragged him deeper into the storm he could never escape, the one that left him desperate and restless, the one that made his body move before his pride could stop it.
By the time they pulled into the garage and the engine quieted, Isagi was practically vibrating in his seat, his fists clenched, his face set in a scowl that did little to hide the flush on his cheeks. Kaiser stretched lazily, unbuckling his belt with a smirk. “Home sweet home. Time to collect our prize.”
Rin pushed the door open, stepping out with the same calm he always carried. “Move,” he said simply.
Isagi sat frozen for a second, his chest heaving with frustration, his body screaming with tension he couldn’t let out. He finally shoved the door open and climbed out, muttering, “You two are the worst.”
“Mm,” Kaiser purred, circling behind him as they headed toward the apartment door. “And yet you can’t stop shaking for us.”
The apartment was dark when they entered, the only light spilling in from the city skyline through the wide windows. Kaiser kicked his shoes off without care, letting them land crooked near the door, while Rin moved with his usual neat precision, sliding his sneakers into place before following Isagi into the living room.
Isagi sank onto the couch without thinking, his body heavy from the match and from the weight of their eyes, his bag sliding from his shoulder to the floor with a dull thud. He dropped his head into his hands, groaning into his palms, trying to summon the composure he never seemed to have after losses.
But Kaiser was already prowling close. He leaned against the back of the couch behind Isagi, lowering his voice so it brushed against his ear. “Do you know what I kept thinking tonight? That every stumble, every mistake you made, was just another way of proving our bet was already won. You put yourself in our hands the moment the whistle blew.”
Isagi’s head jerked up, his glare cutting sideways. “I don’t regret that bet. I’ll win next time. I’ll make you both regret pushing me like this.”
Rin circled the couch and sat down beside him, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. “You say that every time. And then you lose. Again and again. Do you even realize how often you collapse under us?”
Isagi clenched his jaw, his words coming fast, almost too fast, his chest tight with frustration. “I collapse because you’re good! But that doesn’t mean I’ll always lose. I’ll figure it out, I always do. Don’t you dare think I’m just some stepping stone for you!”
Kaiser chuckled, moving around the couch until he stood in front of Isagi, blocking his view of the window. He tilted his head, smiling like a cat with its prey. “Listen to him, Rinnie. He’s glowing again. That spark in his eyes, that fire in his voice. It only shows up after we crush him. I think he’s addicted to losing to us. Aren’t you, Herzchen?”
Isagi felt heat crawl up his neck and into his cheeks, his legs shifting unconsciously, thighs rubbing together under the scrutiny of their gazes. “I’m not addicted to losing,” he snapped, his voice cracking under the strain of keeping steady. “I hate it. I hate losing to you. I hate how smug you both get, I hate how you look at me like I’m—” He broke off, his breathing faster now, his words stumbling.
“Like you’re ours,” Rin finished for him. His hand moved, resting on Isagi’s thigh. “That’s because you are.”
Isagi’s breath hitched. He tried to push back, to laugh it off, but the sound caught in his throat. He shifted again, squirming against the couch cushions, his body betraying him with every move. His face burned brighter, and Kaiser’s grin only widened.
“Look at you,” he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “You lost, you’re humiliated, and now you’re shaking for us. You’re so easy.” He stepped closer, his hand sliding under Isagi’s chin to tilt his face up, forcing their eyes to meet. “Say it. Say you lost. Say you’re ours.”
Isagi’s lips parted, but the words stuck. His pride screamed at him to stay silent, but Rin’s hand on his thigh squeezed, steady and unrelenting, and Kaiser’s grip on his jaw held him in place. He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.
When he said nothing, Kaiser leaned down and pressed his mouth against Isagi’s, his thumb stroking along his jaw as if coaxing him into surrender. Isagi whimpered against the kiss, his fists clenching uselessly at his sides, every muscle in his body trembling between resistance and desire.
Behind him, Rin leaned forward, his lips brushing the back of Isagi’s neck, his teeth dragging lightly over the skin before leaving a mark just below his hairline. The sensation made Isagi shudder, a strangled sound slipping from his throat as Rin’s other hand slid up his chest, pressing firmly against him through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Kaiser deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past Isagi’s lips with ease, his free hand gripping the back of Isagi’s head to hold him steady. Rin’s mouth moved lower, marking Isagi’s nape, the curve of his shoulder, his teeth grazing until Isagi’s skin was dotted with the proof of their claim.
Isagi squirmed under their hands and mouths, his thighs pressing tighter together, the humiliation and arousal mixing into something he could not fight. His breath came in quick, broken gasps, every sound he made only feeding their satisfaction. Kaiser pulled back just enough to murmur against his lips, “Pathetic and perfect. Our little loser.”
Isagi shook his head weakly, his voice a whisper caught between defiance and surrender. “I’ll beat you. I swear I’ll beat you next time.”
Rin’s lips curved into a faint smirk against his neck as his hand slid higher up his chest. “Next time doesn’t matter. Tonight, you’re ours.”
Isagi’s eyes fluttered shut, his body sinking deeper into the couch as their words and touches swallowed the last of his resistance.
The weight of Kaiser’s body above him made it impossible to move, his thighs pinned, his chest pressed down, and still Rin’s hands traced his torso with a quiet hunger that kept him from catching a single full breath.
Rin leaned over from behind, his mouth closing on the slope of Isagi’s shoulder, pulling the fabric of his shirt aside to sink his teeth into skin. The sharp sting turned into heat when Rin sucked hard enough to leave the mark blooming dark against the pale stretch of his collarbone. “Stop pretending you’re fighting this,” Rin muttered, his voice close and low. “You’re shaking every time we touch you.”
“I’m— I’m not—” Isagi tried, but Kaiser swallowed the protest with another kiss, harder this time, his hand sliding down from Isagi’s jaw to grip his throat lightly, holding him in place without cutting off his air. The pressure made his head spin, made his chest ache in the way that left him dizzy with heat.
Kaiser pulled back just enough to speak against his lips, his grin infuriating and intoxicating all at once. “There’s my favorite sound. The little gasp you make when you’re trying so hard not to admit how much you want us to ruin you.” He glanced at Rin, his eyes glinting. “See? Our little champion isn’t so strong when it counts.”
Rin’s hands had already slipped lower, tugging at the hem of Isagi’s shirt. “Take it off.” His tone was commanding without being loud, as though he already knew Isagi would obey. When Isagi hesitated, Rin’s fingers tightened at his waist, his lips brushing against his ear as he whispered, “Do it, Yoichi. Or I’ll do it for you.”
Flushed and trembling, Isagi pulled the shirt over his head, his hair falling messy around his face, his chest bare and marked with the beginnings of bruises from Rin’s mouth. He dropped the fabric to the floor, his breathing uneven, his arms instinctively crossing over himself as if to shield his skin from their eyes.
Kaiser’s hand caught his wrist immediately, tugging his arms apart and pinning them against the couch. “No hiding, Yoichi. You lost, and that means we get to see every part of you break.” He leaned down again, kissing the corner of Isagi’s mouth before dragging his tongue along the line of his jaw.
Rin shifted closer, sliding a hand down the plane of Isagi’s stomach, pausing just at the waistband of his shorts. His fingers toyed with the drawstring but didn’t move further, the teasing deliberate. “You’re already hard,” Rin said quietly, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction as he pressed his palm firmly against the front. “You’re pathetic, getting off on losing.”
Isagi’s head snapped to the side, his cheeks blazing. “I— I’m not—”
But his body betrayed him with every twitch, every shiver when Rin pressed harder, every gasp when Kaiser’s mouth latched onto his throat, sucking a bruise deep into his skin.
“You are,” Kaiser murmured against him, his voice dripping with smug delight. “You love this. You love when we drag you down and remind you you’re beneath us. You can’t hide it, Herzchen.”
Isagi let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a whimper and a growl, his pride cracking with every word. He squirmed under their hands, his body desperate for more, his mind screaming at him to resist, but every nerve ending screamed louder when Rin finally tugged at his shorts and shoved them down enough to free him.
His cock sprang against his stomach, flushed and leaking, and the humiliation of being so exposed in front of them only made his breathing come faster. He tried to squeeze his thighs together, but Rin’s hands forced them apart, spreading him wide against the couch cushions.
“Pathetic,” Rin muttered again, his fingers wrapping firmly around Isagi’s length, giving one slow stroke that made Isagi jolt and bite back a moan. “You’re dripping already and we haven’t even started.”
Kaiser’s laughter filled his ears as he shifted lower, pressing kisses down Isagi’s chest, pausing to bite at his ribs, his hipbones, leaving marks wherever he wanted. “You should see yourself right now, Yoichi. Your eyes are glassy, your mouth is open, and you’re trembling like a toy we’ve wound too tight. And we haven’t even taken you apart yet.”
Rin’s strokes grew firmer, deliberately slow, forcing every sound out of Isagi’s throat, every shaky breath and muffled moan. He leaned down, his teeth dragging against the curve of Isagi’s shoulder again, his lips moving against his skin as he whispered, “Say it. Say you lost to us. Say you belong to us.”
Isagi shook his head weakly, trying to hold on to whatever shreds of pride he still had, but Kaiser’s mouth descended lower, his tongue licking at the underside of his cock, hot and wet and devastating. Isagi cried out before he could stop himself, his back arching off the couch, his wrists still pinned by Kaiser’s other hand.
“Say it,” Rin pressed, his hand tightening as he pumped him harder, his voice steady and unyielding. “Say you’re ours.”
Isagi’s resolve cracked under the assault of their mouths and hands, his words spilling out in a desperate rush between gasps. “I—I lost. I lost. I’m yours, I’m yours—”
Kaiser looked up briefly, his lips wet, his grin triumphant. “Good boy.”
Kaiser’s mouth swallowed every ragged sound Isagi made as Rin’s fist worked his cock with unrelenting strokes. Isagi’s body twisted against the couch, caught between the weight pressing him down and the unbearable pleasure coursing through him. He wanted to hold out, he wanted to prove to himself that he could resist, but his thighs shook violently, and his cock throbbed helplessly in Rin’s grip, slick with pre-cum that made every slide hotter, faster, rougher.
Rin’s lips stayed close to his ear, his breath hot against flushed skin. “Listen to yourself. Moaning like a slut for us. You said you’d crush us tonight, but you’re falling apart from my hand alone.” His teeth scraped against the side of Isagi’s neck before biting down hard, drawing a sharp cry from him. He sucked at the spot until a bruise bloomed, dark and unmissable.
Isagi’s hips bucked into Rin’s fist, desperate for more friction, but Rin deliberately slowed just as Kaiser licked broad stripes along the underside of his cock, teasing him mercilessly. “Please—” Isagi gasped, his voice breaking with the strain. “Don’t—don’t stop, please—”
Kaiser pulled back just far enough to laugh, his lips glistening. “Pathetic. The great Isagi Yoichi, begging from just one hand on his cock. You’re going to come before we even touch your ass. Do you realize how humiliating that is?”
“Shut up—” Isagi tried, but Rin twisted his wrist and squeezed, pumping harder, faster, and the words dissolved into a desperate moan that echoed off the apartment walls.
Rin’s voice was calm, almost cruel in its steadiness. “Come for us. Show us how easy it is to break you.”
The command shredded what was left of Isagi’s control. His back arched, his head pressed back against Rin’s shoulder, and his release tore through him with violent force. He spilled over Rin’s hand and onto his own stomach, crying out Kaiser’s name, then Rin’s, his body trembling with the aftershocks. Cum smeared over Rin’s knuckles, dripping onto the couch, and Rin deliberately dragged his slick hand up Isagi’s chest, painting streaks of white across his skin before pressing his fingers to Isagi’s lips.
“Open,” he ordered.
Isagi’s eyes fluttered, his breath shaking, but he parted his lips obediently. Rin shoved his fingers into his mouth, pressing them down against his tongue until Isagi gagged softly, his cheeks flushing even deeper.
Kaiser groaned at the sight, his cock straining against his jeans. “Fuck, that’s perfect. Look at you, Herzchen. You come like a cheap slut and still suck Rin’s fingers clean. Our beautiful little loser.”
Isagi whimpered around Rin’s fingers, humiliation and arousal tangling in his chest until he thought he might burst. His body was still trembling from release, but already he could feel the ache building again, need clawing its way back inside him.
Kaiser finally reached for the drawer in the side table, pulling out a bottle of lube they always kept nearby. He flipped the cap open with a click, pouring a generous amount over his fingers before kneeling between Isagi’s spread thighs. “Now, let’s see how ready you really are. Spread them wider.”
Isagi hesitated for a split second, his pride flickering, but Rin pinched his nipple hard enough to make him cry out, his hand twisting cruelly until Isagi obeyed and parted his thighs. Kaiser smirked, slicking his fingers before pressing one firmly against Isagi’s hole.
The intrusion made Isagi jolt, his voice cracking into another helpless moan as Kaiser pushed the finger in slow and deep. “So tight, even after all this time. You clench like you’re made for this. Made for us to use and abuse.” Kaiser twisted his wrist, crooking his finger just enough to make Isagi shudder violently.
Rin’s other hand pinched his other nipple, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to bite at his chest, leaving angry red marks over the pale skin. “You whine like a slut every time. Maybe we should record you and play it back after the next match.”
Isagi’s face burned, his eyes squeezing shut as he bit his lip, muffling another moan. “Don’t— don’t you dare—”
“Begging and protesting at the same time,” Kaiser laughed, sliding a second finger in beside the first, stretching him open. “That’s our Yoichi. So needy and desperate, so easy to ruin.”
Isagi gasped, his back arching when Kaiser’s fingers brushed his prostate, his cock twitching even though he had just come minutes ago. Rin pinched harder, crueler, twisting until Isagi cried out, his voice raw and desperate.
“You’ll take it,” Rin said flatly, his mouth sucking another dark bruise against Isagi’s chest. “No matter how overwhelmed you get. That was the bet.”
Kaiser’s fingers scissored inside him, slick and relentless, and he leaned down to press a kiss just above Isagi’s navel, his tongue licking up a trail of cum that Rin had smeared across his stomach. “And we never lose bets.”
Kaiser pressed a third finger into him and worked them mercilessly, twisting and curling until Isagi was writhing on the couch, his thighs trembling, his lips shining from where Rin’s fingers had just been. When Kaiser finally pulled his hand back, Isagi sagged with a shaky breath, only to whimper when the sudden emptiness made his body clench around nothing.
“Don’t pout,” Kaiser mocked, slicking his cock with lube, pumping it slow while watching Isagi’s expression flicker between defiance and desperate need. “You’re about to get exactly what you begged for. All of it.”
Rin shoved Isagi down by the shoulders so he was flat against the couch cushions, his knees bent and spread wide for Kaiser. He leaned over him, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his voice low and cold. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to look at us when we ruin you.”
Kaiser lined himself up and pushed in without hesitation, the stretch brutal, and Isagi cried out, his nails digging into the cushions, his whole body jerking at the force of it. Kaiser groaned, his grin wide and cruel as he bottomed out with one hard thrust. “Fuck, you’re choking my cock already. You love it when I split you open, don’t you, Herzchen?”
Isagi’s voice broke on a moan. “N-no—”
Rin’s palm cracked across his cheek in an instant, sharp and stinging, snapping his head to the side. “Don’t lie.” His fingers curled in Isagi’s hair, yanking his head back until his throat was bared, his body arched tight under them. “Say it.”
Kaiser ground his hips deep, fucking him with a steady rhythm that forced helpless moans from Isagi’s throat no matter how hard he tried to bite them back. Rin tightened his grip in his soft hair, tugging until Isagi’s eyes watered.
“I— I love it,” Isagi gasped, the words spilling out between ragged breaths. “I love it— please—”
“Good boy,” Rin murmured against his ear before sinking his teeth into his shoulder hard enough to make him cry out again. His free hand closed around Isagi’s throat, squeezing just enough to cut his moans into choked gasps.
Kaiser picked up the pace, snapping his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “That’s more like it. Our sweet little loser who loves getting filled and slapped around.” He reached down to grab Isagi’s jaw, forcing his eyes open. “Look at me when I fuck you. Look at how greedy your hole is, swallowing me all the way in.”
Isagi’s cheeks burned, his body betraying him with every twitch and squeeze, his cock already dripping against his stomach. Rin’s hand tightened on his throat, controlling every sound that came out of him, while Kaiser pounded into him, hitting the spot inside him that made his vision blur.
Rin’s voice was steady and cruel. “Pathetic. You came once already and your cock is still hard. You’re nothing but a toy for us.” He dragged his thumb across Isagi’s lower lip before pushing it inside, pressing down on his tongue until the muscles in his throat tightened under his palm. “Open wider.”
Isagi obeyed with a shaky breath, lips parting around Rin’s thumb, pupils blown wide. Rin pulled his hand back only to shove his cock against those parted lips, smearing precome over them before forcing himself into Isagi’s mouth. He didn’t ease him into it, just pressed forward until the head slid past his tongue and hit the back of his throat.
“Breathe through your nose,” Rin muttered, one hand still gripping his hair, holding him in place. Isagi gagged, eyes watering instantly as Rin pushed deeper, his throat convulsing around the intrusion. Kaiser laughed behind him, hips snapping forward with punishing thrusts that made Isagi’s whole body jolt with every movement.
“Look at him, choking like a good little slut,” Kaiser groaned, leaning down to leave open mouthed kisses and sharp bites along the curve of Isagi’s shoulder. “So desperate to take us both he’ll drool all over himself.”
Isagi tried to moan but it only came out as a strangled vibration around Rin’s cock. Spit leaked down his chin, dripping onto his chest in wet strings as Rin used his mouth without mercy, pulling back only far enough to let him gasp before driving back down his throat again. His hips moved in a slow rhythm, forcing Isagi’s head back by the hair so he had no choice but to swallow him down.
“Don’t stop looking at me,” Rin ordered coldly, his eyes burning into Isagi’s tear-streaked face. “I want to see how far I can make you fall.” He pushed deeper suddenly, holding himself there, his cock buried fully in Isagi’s throat. Isagi’s hands clawed at the couch, his body thrashing as his vision blurred, but Rin didn’t let up, just kept him there, choking around the thick weight in his mouth until his whole body shuddered.
Kaiser slapped his ass hard enough to leave the skin red and stinging, the sound echoing loud in the room. “That’s it, choke on him while I ruin this perfect hole,” he growled, his teeth scraping over Isagi’s shoulder before he sank them in deep, leaving angry red marks that would bloom into bruises by morning. His hand slid down Isagi’s thigh, nails dragging cruelly before he smacked the inside of it again and again until the skin was mottled and hot.
Isagi was shaking, his body caught between the brutal rhythm of Kaiser driving into him from behind and Rin fucking his throat from the front. Spit bubbled at the corners of his lips, dripping down over Rin’s cock with each wet gag, while tears spilled freely from his eyes. His cock was still hard, twitching against his stomach, leaking steadily despite the rough treatment. Or rather because of it.
“Pathetic and perfect all at once,” Rin said, voice low but full of venom, yanking his head back by the hair to let Isagi cough around him, only to slam back into his mouth before he could draw more than a single breath. “This is where you belong. Maybe consider giving up on football? You’re much better at sucking cock than playing.”
Kaiser pulled him back onto his cock harder, the slap of skin loud and filthy, his breath hot against Isagi’s ear. “You love this more than winning, don’t you, Herzchen? Losing, choking, drooling while we take everything from you. You get harder every time I say it.” He reached around to flick a wet thumb over the head of Isagi’s cock, smearing precome across his stomach. “Hah, he’s dripping for it.”
Rin held Isagi’s hair firmly, leaning down to drag him forward by the strands one last time, pushing his cock into Isagi’s mouth just far enough to make him gag and choke, forcing the desperate, wet noises he made. He didn’t rush, letting Isagi choke slightly and drool, fingers digging into the couch cushions, until the whimpers and gasps were pure surrender. Then, with a sharp pull, Rin withdrew, leaving a wet string of spit and precome stretching from his cock to Isagi’s lips. He slapped Isagi’s cheek lightly, tilting his chin so he could meet his eyes. “Pathetic mess. And you still want more.”
Isagi’s chest heaved violently, tears streaking his face. “Please… more—please, I need more—” he begged, voice cracking, completely helpless.
Kaiser groaned, gripping his hips and thrusting sharply, bending him over the couch until his back arched painfully. “Don’t worry, Herzchen,” he breathed against his ear, teeth grazing the shell of it. “We’re not even close to done with you.”
He gripped Isagi’s hips firmly, pulling him closer so his back pressed against Kaiser’s chest. Kaiser’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him flush to his torso, every movement driving deeper into him from below.
His face was turned upward, a flushed, wet mess, forced to meet Rin’s gaze as the younger man knelt above them. Rin’s body loomed close, one hand braced against the couch beside Isagi’s head, the other fisting his hair to tilt his face just right. Their eyes locked as Rin shifted his hips forward, cock pressing insistently at his entrance where Kaiser already filled him.
“We’re going to fuck you so good,” Rin murmured, palm sliding down to press firmly against the curve of Isagi’s lower back, arching him up and keeping him steady on Kaiser’s lap. “Take us both, Yoichi. You’re ours.”
Rin pushed forward slowly, cock sliding into Isagi’s ass beside Kaiser, stretching him deliciously, making him gasp and arch his back instinctively against Kaiser’s chest. The combination of Kaiser thrusting up from below and Rin pressing from above made every nerve in Isagi’s body come alive, heat and pain mingling as his muscles clenched around them. His hands braced on the couch cushions once more, fingers digging in as he tried to hold himself steady.
“You feel so good,” Kaiser groaned into his ear, teeth grazing the shell, one hand gripping a hip while the other roamed to press against his leaking cock. “So tight, so desperate, trembling for both of us.”
Each thrust inside him was deliberate, stretching him, marking him, using him like the perfect little toy he had become. Rin pinched Isagi’s nipple roughly, leaving it red and swollen, then released, dragging his nails lightly across Isagi’s chest. “All ours. Every gasp, every whimper belongs to us. You take both of us so well.”
Isagi’s back arched violently with each synchronized motion, gasps, whimpers, and wet moans spilling from his mouth as the overstimulation crashed over him. His cock throbbed and twitched against Rin’s stomach, leaking freely as he squirmed helplessly, completely lost in the dual assault. “P-please… please, I’m yours… both of you… do whatever you want… I need it…”
Kaiser slammed into him harder, teeth grazing his ear. “That’s it, Yoichi. Perfect little loser hole, dripping and begging, taking both of us, every inch. You love it, don’t you? You love being ours.”
Rin thrust deeper, dragging his thumb across the tip of Isagi’s cock, slick with precome, squeezing his shoulder as he leaned forward, grinding his hips with precise rhythm. “Beg,” Rin whispered, voice low and cruel, “say how much you want it. Tell us how badly you need to cum.”
“Please, please! Rinn… let me come… M-Mihya… please–” Isagi’s voice cracked, trembling, each word wrung from him as he shivered and trembled on Kaiser’s chest, completely at their mercy.
Kaiser groaned, pressing harder against Isagi’s back, fingers digging into his hips as he slammed into him with punishing rhythm. “Such a filthy little fucktoy.”
He slammed harder, grinding Isagi’s back against him while Rin mirrored each movement from above, overstimulating Isagi’s every nerve.
“Yes! Yes, I… I love it… please—oh fuck, please—” Isagi cried, shivering violently as the overstimulation built beyond control. His muscles clenched reflexively around both of them, cock twitching and spurting as he came hard. His cries were broken, wet, and desperate, echoing in the apartment as his body shook uncontrollably.
Kaiser didn’t stop when Isagi came. His cock twitched and spilled against Rin’s stomach, painting both of them in hot streaks, but Kaiser just held him tighter, grinding up into him without mercy.
“Look at that,” he groaned, teeth nipping sharply at Isagi’s shoulder, “he’s coming again without even touching himself properly. You’re such a mess, Herzchen. A pathetic, beautiful little mess.” His thrusts were sharp and steady, forcing Isagi to ride out the waves of his orgasm until his body jerked helplessly against Rin’s chest.
Rin’s hand stayed tight in his hair, holding his face tilted upward, forcing him to keep his teary gaze locked on him. “You thought that was it?” Rin sneered softly, his hips pulling back only to slam forward again, his cock driving alongside Kaiser’s inside Isagi. “You’re not done. Not until we’ve had our fill.”
The brutal stretch of them both moving at once made Isagi scream, the sound muffled against Rin’s mouth as he crashed down to bite at his swollen lips. He didn’t kiss gently, he devoured him, tongue forcing inside, bruising and sharp. Isagi whined against it, body shuddering violently, his chest heaving against both their weight.
“Take it,” Rin ordered against his mouth, grinding his hips forward, his cock sliding deeper until Isagi sobbed from the overwhelming pressure. “Take everything we give you. You wanted this.”
Kaiser groaned, his hands bruising around Isagi’s waist. “You love it. Admit it again. Admit you love being split open, stuffed full of cock, made to choke and cry for us.” He bit harshly at the curve of Isagi’s neck, sucking another hickey into the already marked skin. “Say it, Yoichi.”
“I love it—I love it, I do—” Isagi sobbed, every word breaking on another desperate moan. “Please don’t stop, please, I need you both—”
Kaiser’s laugh was breathless, almost feral, as he snapped his hips up. Rin grabbed Isagi’s jaw, forcing his head back, teeth dragging along his throat before he sucked another dark mark into the flushed skin. His free hand pinched a nipple cruelly, rolling and tugging until Isagi gasped again, the overstimulation too much and not enough.
“You’re shaking apart,” Rin muttered, his thrusts sharper now, fucking him with a punishing pace that matched Kaiser’s from below. “But you’ll take more. You always do. A whore that can never be satisfied.”
They pushed him mercilessly through the aftershocks of his orgasm, using his body as if he hadn’t just come undone, as if he wasn’t still spilling weakly against Rin’s stomach. His legs trembled violently, spread wide and held in place by their grip, every nerve fried but craving more.
Kaiser’s pace stuttered suddenly, his groan guttural against Isagi’s ear. “Fuck, I’m close—your hole’s milking me like it’s begging for it.” He slammed into him once, twice, then shoved in deep and spilled inside with a raw moan, his body shaking against Isagi’s back.
Rin didn’t slow, only drove harder as Kaiser shuddered through his release, keeping Isagi pinned tight between them. “Don’t think you’re done just because he is,” Rin hissed, slamming forward again. “You’ll come for me again.”
Isagi whimpered, incoherent, body twitching as Rin’s cock rubbed raw against his overstimulated walls, the hot spill of Kaiser’s cum slicking the slide and making every thrust louder, filthier. His cock twitched helplessly against Rin’s abs, already aching, already leaking again.
“Beg me,” Rin demanded, his thrusts uneven. “Beg me to fill you too.”
“Please—please Rin, I need it—I need you, please, come in me, I want it—I want all of it—” Isagi babbled, broken and breathless, his nails clawing at Rin’s back.
Rin’s breath hitched, his hips slamming in one last brutal rhythm before he shoved himself in deep and came with a sharp groan, teeth sinking into Isagi’s shoulder as he filled him until it spilled out around both their cocks.
Isagi screamed at the overwhelming sensation, his body convulsing as he came again untouched, cum spilling weakly against Rin’s stomach for the third time. His eyes rolled back, his body collapsing limp between them as the last of the tension shook out of him.
Both men stayed pressed to him for a long moment, panting hard, their weight heavy and grounding. When they finally pulled out, hot cum spilled down his thighs, dripping onto the couch cushions beneath him. Isagi whimpered softly, too far gone to even close his legs.
Kaiser was the first to move, leaning down to press a surprisingly soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re so beautiful, Herzchen. You did perfect.” His voice was low, almost tender despite the roughness of what they’d just done. He brushed the damp hair back from Isagi’s forehead, then pushed himself up to his feet. “Don’t move. I’ll get water.”
Rin stayed, pulling Isagi close against his chest, letting him slump bonelessly against him. His hands stroked through the sweaty strands of his hair, fingers gentle now. “You did amazing,” he murmured against his temple, pressing a kiss there before shifting to hold him tighter.
Kaiser came back with three bottles of water, tossing one lazily toward Rin, who caught it one-handed without letting go of Isagi. Then Kaiser cracked another open and pressed it gently to Isagi’s lips. “Drink,” he coaxed, holding the bottle steady. When Isagi managed a few slow swallows, Kaiser gave him another kiss on the forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back.
Rin shifted, hugging him closer, petting his hair while Isagi’s breathing slowly evened out. Kaiser disappeared for a moment, then came back with a warm, damp towel, crouching between Isagi’s spread legs. He wiped gently, cleaning the mess with surprising care, his touch steady and soft.
“Look at you,” Kaiser muttered, shaking his head with a faint smile. “Completely ruined.”
Rin snorted softly, his hand still stroking through Isagi’s hair. “And you clearly love it.”
Kaiser smirked, glancing up at him. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”
Isagi mumbled something incoherent against Rin’s chest, his voice soft and slurred with exhaustion. “…love you… both of you…”
Rin froze for a second, then glanced at Kaiser, who only smiled faintly and brushed his thumb over Isagi’s cheek. They laid him back down gently on the couch, Rin sliding in close on one side, Kaiser on the other, sandwiching him between their warm bodies.
“I love you too, Yoichi,” Kaiser murmured against his ear.
“…same,” Rin added after a pause, resting his forehead against Isagi’s hair.
Kaiser reached over and flicked Rin’s forehead lightly, smirking when Rin frowned at him but didn’t pull away. Rin rolled his eyes, then let the smallest smile slip onto his lips as he shifted closer.
“Idiot,” Rin muttered quietly.
The three of them stayed there, pressed together, the weight of exhaustion finally pulling them into sleep, the room quiet except for the slow rhythm of their breathing.