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Excuse the language, but Blue Lock is a fucking prison. Ever since the foreign teams came here for the Neo-Egoist League, conditions have improved exponentially, sure, but that doesn’t change the fact that Isagi thinks that this place is a goddamned prison in many other ways.
For instance, the fact that he has not rubbed one off in nearly a month. No healthy young man should go through that amount of torture! it shouldn’t even be legal, right??
Let’s get some context here. It is a known fact that all the players in Blue Lock cannot leave the facilities during training or any type of event unless it is due to an emergency. Isagi doesn’t have any problems with this system for the most part, since he’s only there to train and better himself.
But ever since he arrived at the Bastard Munchen stratum, there has not been a single moment of privacy for him to…well, do some much-needed self-soothing practices. With him being Blue Lock’s poster boy now, the cameras are almost always on him whenever he plays…and it’s starting to feel like he’s being watched wherever he goes.
“You’re worried about the cameras? what, you think they’ll catch your bad angle or something?” Igaguri says with amusement and smirks. Right now, most of the guys are gathered at one of the 4-man-rooms to chat and discuss training- without the German team, of course, otherwise Isagi wouldn’t bother to stick around and hear Kaiser’s bitching.
“I just- I dunno, I’m not used to being on camera like that; most of us aren't. Although there *are* some exceptions,” Isagi gives Yukimiya a jokingly pointed look, and the latter just laughs and shakes his head with a humble smile.
“It shouldn’t be something that makes you nervous, Isagi. Just be yourself and act natural.” The model replies with a slight smile. Of course *he* wouldn’t have a problem with it; if Isagi had Yukimiya’s face, he’d voluntarily seek out the cameras and pose for them at every chance he gets.
“I agree with him, though,” Kurona chimes in, his braided hair coming undone as he re-does his usual hairstyle while sitting on his ample bed, “They could show embarrassing clips of us to please the audience. It makes me anxious. anxious.”
“Right! I guess I feel like I'm always being watched. I know Blue Lock is a reality show and all, it’s supposed to portray our *reality*, but I just…dunno, maybe I’m just too fussy about my privacy.” Isagi adds with a sigh and plops down on his bed. That’s when a soothing yet firm voice pops up, making Isagi lift his head from the bed slightly,
“I get that. I haven’t been able to do certain things ‘cause there’s always people ‘round, and cameras nearby.” Hiori’s calm voice adds to the conversation. The teal-haired boy is currently holding a mug of what Isagi assumes is tea, given the little string sitting at the side of it. He’s blowing on it silently to cool it down.
Igaguri replies while holding his chin. “Yeah, for real! I think Raichi used to sing in the shower (he’s got a terrible voice, by the way) but now he doesn’t! stuff like that, right?” He says- to which Hiori lets out a soft laugh and sips on his tea.
“Yeah…yeah, more less, buddy.” He chuckles again, and then his eyes land on Isagi. Coincidentally, Isagi was already looking at him. Isagi and Hiori have a way of reading each other easily, and that’s something that Isagi had only recently realized. Not only do they understand each other’s vision during matches, but Isagi also sometimes gets the feeling that they’re the only two normal people in the entire facility.
There are moments where Igaguri or Kaiser say something completely out of pocket and the two of them would exchange amused glances; as if to say “You seein’ this shit?”, and then they would both chuckle silently. That kinda stuff. And now Hiori’s looking at him, and Isagi was looking back, and it was like he could read through him even when he wasn’t doing or saying anything in particular.
“Mhm. Can’t do certain things…that’s how I’ve been lately as well.” Isagi says in a way that comes off as absentminded and distrait. Hiori's fingers twitch against his bedsheets.
Isagi reckons that if Hiori is anything like him, then he, too, must be having the same issue as him right now. So much time is spent training, discussing, planning, and reviewing…that in the end, one can barely have alone time in this place. On one hand, Isagi is sure he can’t be the only one who feels this way. On the other hand…it’s kind of hard for him to imagine Hiori…like that.
Isagi’s always thought of him as someone calm and collected. The last time he saw him falter was during the match against the Ubers, and even then it’s not like he was being totally outrageous. Does Hiori even…do stuff like that? I mean of course he does, but…does he? here?
A couple minutes later the conversation dissipated and diverted to a different topic, Isagi threw his head back against the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. Maybe he could do it in the showers, or the bathroom.
It’s not like he hadn’t thought about doing it like that before, but he just never got around to it. He couldn’t just willingly and voluntarily wake up in the middle of the night, go into a bathroom stall, fist his cock incessantly, clean himself up and then walk back to the dorm and sleep as if nothing had happened.
I mean, he could- but it sounds like a hassle.
And now it was coming back to bite him in the ass, it seems, because it’s all he’s thought about since he opened his eyes this morning. He glanced at Hiori again. Hiori was looking back at him with an unreadable expression. It wasn't until a handful of seconds later that he realized he had let his gaze linger down Hiori's body for a tad too long.
Then he stood up and put on some slippers. Kurona’s sharp eyes followed his movements rather quickly.
“You gonna get dinner?” The boy asked as he played with his braid. Isagi yawned a little and shook his head.
“Nah, monitor room. I’m reviewing some matches just to kill time” Isagi replies and heads for the door. He has to do *something* to get his mind off things, right? Watching random clips of Kaiser and Lorenzo should be more than enough to kill his libido for the next year or so.
Yet right before leaving, it’s like he feels two holes being burned into his nape. He turns around subtly and gives Hiori a look. What kind of look, even he doesn’t know. But Hiori looks back and then looks away, and Isagi heads out walking to the monitor room of the Germany stratum.
As he walks into the empty room, he wonders why he even did that. He gave Hiori a look that said “Come with me.”, and now he didn’t know what to expect. Hiori could read him, sure, but maybe not that much. And Isagi didn’t know why he wanted him here to begin with, so maybe he was better off alone for now.
So he sat on the floor and began watching clips of the PXG vs Barcha match. Seeing Rin and Bachira didn’t help his case at all…his brain was, like, finding a way to make everything look erotic right now. Rin’s legs, Bachira’s waist…Isagi wasn’t necessarily into men, but he could also acknowledge what women saw in a man’s body. He paused the clip and zoomed in on Rin’s legs- his thighs toned and muscular, dripping with sweat, the fabric of his shorts clinging to damp skin...holy shit.
…okay…that’s…that-
his thighs are….that's…really…
really…...fucking hot-
“Whatcha doin’?” A sudden voice said, making Isagi jump like someone had just walked in on him. Technically true.
“HIORI! fuck, you scared me.” Isagi said with a sharp exhale. Hiori walks up to him and sits beside him. The monitor room has the lights turned off, with the only source of ilumination being the big screen in front of the two boys. Hiori didn't bother to turn the lights on. He glanced at the screen with amused curiosity.
“Were ya reviewin’ matches or reviewin’ Rin’s quads?” He teases and laughs. Isagi feels a little embarrassed now and zooms out of the screen.
“Ha-ha, very funny,” He replies with a deadpan expression and Hiori laughs heartily. “I’m rewatching Rin’s goal…his aim is incredible.” Isagi stares at the screen, Hiori follows. When it comes to perceiving and seeing things that most people don't, Hiori has shown to excel. So, he speaks up again:
“...So why’d ya call me in here?” He asks casually and glances at Isagi. Isagi’s eyes widened a little before turning his head to look at him with confusion.
“Hm? I didn’t call you, though?” He says as his brow furrows with confusion. Hiori continues,
“Ya did though. With your eyes,” He smiles and points to his own eyes gently. Isagi knows he’s right, of course, and he curses Hiori for being able to understand him so easily. “Or what? Did I get it wrong?” The cyan-haired boy added with a meek smile, and after a moment of silence Isagi shook his head.
“...No,” He says flatly, “It was too noisy back there. And also…I guess I felt like talking to you.”
“What about?”
“Nothing in particular,” He keeps looking at Hiori, and he doesn’t break eye contact with him. “But it’s good to have a normal chat with someone who isn’t a complete oddball once in a while.”
Hiori chuckles softly and tilts his head. “We’re all odd in one way or another, I think. You and I are odd to some extent, too.” He says. Isagi kind of feels like this dude is speaking to him in riddles right now. He quiets down and looks away for a moment.
“What you said…about not being able to do certain things these days. I’ve been like that too. I think it’s starting to mess with my temper.” He admits in a softer tone and glances at the screen again. In the muted scene, Bachira is currently sticking his tongue out to a visibly annoyed Rin. Isagi thinks it’s funny, but decides to focus on his current conversation.
“I doubt that we’re referring to the same things-” Hiori says with a sigh and a little smile. Isagi cuts him off.
“I think we do,” He replies firmly. In fact, he's beginning to find unbearable the way body has been feeling hot all over, all day long. Like there's a hot pressure coiling in his gut, like he can’t think straight and isn't aware of the things he’s saying...and more importantly, *implying*. “Or maybe we don’t. I’m not sure. I know I haven’t had time to do…a certain, particular thing. It’s starting to piss me off.” He adds with a sigh.
“Right. I think we’re in the same boat, then. I guess we’re similar in that sense, also.” Hiori replies. Isagi pauses the screen again, against his better judgment, on a clip of Rin lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. He doesn’t necessarily stare at his abs, but he does look at them very casually. Very, very casually. Or so he thinks.
“...does that have to do with anything?” The taller boy asks him (because even though he may not give off that vibe, Hiori is taller than Isagi) and glances at the exposed physique on screen. Isagi moves closer to Hiori, magnetically drawn to the other's voice.
“You’re easy to read.” Hiori smiles at him playfully and leans closer.
“Right back at you. You feel like that too….or did I get it wrong?” Isagi smirks, his gaze now relaxing into something more lascivious. His pupils glisten with intensity, something sharper and hotter hidden just underneath his words.
“No, you didn’t.” The tension is thick enough to choke on, crackling with electricity. There’s all this space, yet he’s so close to Hiori. His heart starts pounding harder, the blood rushing to his face traitorously.
“And if we're feeling the same, then logically…” The dark-haired boy said, and the other boy took the liberty to finish his sentence.
“We should help each other out. Of course.” He says matter-of-factly and leans even closer to Isagi.
**Ok. ok, this is happening. Alright. Yeah, for sure. Sure. Isagi can kiss another guy, no biggie. Besides, Hiori is…he’s Hiori. He's soft spoken, he's cute…his body is…very attractive**
And then Hiori kissed him. He should reiterate it because it took it completely off guard- *Hiori* kissed *him*. And when Hiori kissed him…well, let’s just be realistic, it felt like a normal kiss. It’s not like they were in love, Isagi was aware of the fact that this was all out of pure horniness. In a way, that’s what made the situation so good- no strings attached, no discomfort, just mutual trust.
Isagi kissed back almost instantly. Yes, they weren’t in love, but a kiss is a kiss; a form of foreplay. And by God, it was starting to play its role pretty efficiently. It was indecent from the get-go, their tongues sliding together and making all sorts of questionable noises for what felt like hours. Isagi’s hand was placed on his back and sliding downwards, scratching it slowly as Hiori slowly made his body lean back, effectively giving the cyan-haired boy a sort of dominance over him.
Isagi was starting to feel more flustered than he expected, and all of the urges that he’d been trying to hold back for the last month were rapidly resurging the more Hiori kissed him. He hums against the boy’s lips and feels his tongue move against his, Hiori pressing their bodies closer together. That was BEFORE his thigh was in between his legs and pushing up against crotch- once he did that? Well, Isagi’s hips started gaining a will of their own, grinding against him like a damn cat in heat.
Thighs are this guy’s fetish, every single person in Blue Lock knows that by now. He doesn’t exactly go around announcing it, but he’s also not ashamed to admit it whenever he’s asked. That and how all of Isagi’s former and current teammates have at some point noticed his keen interest in women’s volleyball, thigh tattoos, footballers that wear thigh-high socks, and occasionally the thighs of the people around him.
That said, Hiori’s thighs were absolutely his type. Isagi recalls that one time Karasu mentioned that Hiori’s left leg was “erotic as hell”, and how that drew his attention to him. Hiori’s thighs were big and well-built; usually, footballers don’t have super thick legs because the sport didn’t require that kind of physique, but it looked like Hiori’s were like that purely due to genetics. They’re lean and thick with muscle, but they can also look very soft and squishy when he’s relaxed.
And now Isagi could explore his thoughts on them a little more.
His hands slide down Hiori’s body and place themselves on his hips, then his thighs, which he squeezes as he kisses him. Hiori chuckles a little against his lips,
“I knew you’d go there.” He says in a breathless voice before his hands begin to wander up his shirt.
Because of course Hiori can read him. Of course he sees the same things Isagi sees. Of course he'd know exactly how to turn him on.
But do not be fooled, Isagi has also noticed what Hiori is looking at constantly- When they’re training, when they’re showering, the place where he has a knack for caressing himself when he’s nervous or tired. Isagi leans a little lower and starts licking and biting his neck, drawing a quiet moan out of the other boy. “And you like it here, right?” he says softly and bites the boy’s neck. Isagi found it funny how that seemed to take him from 0 to 100 so quickly.
“Ah…mhm…” He sighed; his voice strained with barely contained desire. “No marks…someone might see,” Hiori added in a breathy tone. Isagi's reply?...his hands went from Hiori’s thighs to his ass, making the other boy gasp.
“I think it’s too late to ask for that. I’ll try my best to not leave more.” Isagi says with a playful smile and bites down on the boy’s collarbone, drawing a moan so loud that it made his cock throb beneath his shorts. He pulls back for a moment, Hiori gives him a dazed look.
“Bathroom. Let 's go.” He says in between heavy breaths. Isagi’s smile grows mischievously,
“I was just about to suggest the same. You really know how to read my mind, don’t you?” He chuckles; Hiori chuckles along with him before dragging him away.
They left the monitor room and made their way to the bathrooms, ones that were close to the showers since those are usually empty at this hour. Isagi feels like people don't usually talk about the walk from point A (foreplay spot) to point B (place where they fuckin'). If you cared to know, they were walking at a normal speed and chatting about nothing– y’know, acting like nothing was going on.
Fast forward a few minutes later, Hiori has Isagi pinned to the wall of a bathroom stall and is kissing him intemperately. Isagi has his hand up the other boy’s shorts, groping and squeezing his ass and his thigh.
“Just a handjob, right?” Hiori asks in a breathless voice as he looks down at the blue-eyed boy, their clothed erections rubbing together in a way that was not enough and too much at the same time.
Isagi groaned with pleasure when Hiori’s hand began rubbing his bulge through his shorts, “Mhm…unless you wanna blow me.” He joked, and the other boy chuckled.
“I’ll pass for now.” Hiori replies with amusement (though it's not completely out of the question for him)...Touching another guy's dick is not something he expected to be doing when he came to Blue Lock, but hey, that's life for ya.
“Fuck…” Hiori sighs and pulls down his shorts. Isagi takes the liberty to take off his underwear as well, and Hiori did the same for him.
The first thing he notices is that it really does feel a lot better when it's with someone else. Doing this alone may be similar in terms of method, but there's something about feeling someone else's warm skin, hearing their moans and kissing them…that is more arousing than any scenario Isagi could ever come up with.
His fingers wrap around the other boy's length, and he starts pumping his fist up and down rhythmically. Hiori mimics his movements and starts jerking him off too while biting down on his neck.
If anyone were to have walked into that bathroom, they would most likely hear this unmistakable situation and be mortified; the moaning and rubbing noises are so obvious that it's hard to think of it as anything else. Let's just hope that if anyone does overhear, they don't spoil the fun.
Then, Isagi is surprised when Hiori puts two of his fingers inside his mouth, moving them around his tongue. He's confused but complies anyway.
“Wet them.” The cyan-haired boy's voice is firm and quiet. Isagi coats the fingers with spit, and when he pulls them out it leaves behind a strand of saliva.
Isagi looks at his fingers and raises an eyebrow “Don't shove anything up my ass, I’m warning you.” He says half-jokingly, although he effectively did not want anything up his butt; not now, not ever. Hiori giggled at the comment.
“I won’t. ‘s just ta make it easier, like this…” Then he glides his wet fingers down Isagi’s shaft and wets his cock with the fluid. It feels warm, and his cock twitches aggressively because of the slick, slippery sensation of the boy’s hand.
“Ohh, fuuuck…,” He groans again and then feels Hiori’s lips against his neck once more. When he finally starts to pick up the pace, his entire body starts to fill with warmth and a familiar, pleasurable pressure. “Are you sure you don't wanna suck me off?” he asks with a playful smirk.
“I’m pretty sure. Don’t think I'd be too good at it.” Hiori replies in between heavy breaths. He bends forward, his face buried into the crook of Isagi’s neck as he whines.
“Ahn…’sagi…mnn!” he moaned again with a strained and whiny tone, and this only signaled the other boy to move his hand faster and faster.
Isagi found his hips thrusting up into Hiori’s hand, his dick leaking so much precum that it started to sound all wet and lewd. Hiori had him pinned to the wall as he did all of this, and for some reason being cornered that way made him feel even better.
He wanted more pressure, more restriction, more roughness. He craved that side of Hiori that he knows he can coax out of him- the sadist that doesn't care for anything but his own pleasure. He's done it once before, in the pitch. But this...is completely different. And way more thrilling.
“Keep going…keep going...! a-ah!” Isagi breathed out and shut his eyes. He was sure that his face was bright red at this point and he was even sweating. Hiori didn't exactly appreciate being told what to do but…oh. This. This was a sight to behold.
Isagi had one more talent aside from his football abilities, it seemed, because he possessed something that not many people have.
He looks absolutely amazing when he’s about to cum. Hiori’s hand started moving even faster at the mere sight of him, tightening its grip as it went up and squeezing the tip of Isagi’s cock very lightly. He got to watch as he became even more vocal and erratic under his touch.
He took a good look at the star striker he had in front of him. He had his eyes shut and his brow was furrowed, he was panting like a dog and his hips were thrusting into his hand. On top of that, his moans sounded so very filthy, and his face was all flushed. Hiori found it all adorable, really.
“Isagi, someone might come in if you keep being so loud” he said with a satisfied smile. Hiori couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself for being able to make Isagi look like *this* with just his hand and his lips.
“Nnh- ah..! I’m sorry..I’m just…so fuckin' sensitive,” He started to tremble with pleasure and threw his head back. Seeing Isagi enjoying himself so much, thrusting into his hand like a wild animal and moaning like that– it all effectively turns Hiori on even more. Also, ‘I’m sorry’? Did he really say that? that's…surprisingly submissive, isn't it?
“It’s okay. Are ya close?” Hiori asked and looked into his blue eyes for a moment with a seductive expression. Isagi shut his eyes again, this time looking more flustered, and nodded his head with a pathetic whine. "I can tell you're pent up. Must feel reaaally good when I tease you here, right?" he uses his thumb to tease the slit of his tip and his frenulum. Hiori's just a little mean like that- abusing all his sensitive spots, only for a couple seconds just to leave him wanting more.
“You're goin’ too fast- ah..!-” Isagi says, but gets cut off by Hiori kissing him again. He's just…way too adorable like this. And his moans are getting so high pitched and whiny, too! It's too adorable for Hiori to handle. Who knew such a feisty player could be like this, huh?
Both of their voices get louder and louder as they near their climax, and specifically Hiori starts to feel really sensitive with the way Isagi is pumping his cock. He's trying not to make any noise, but it's hard enough to even stand right now- he's losing all strength in his legs.
Some very filthy scenarios start to pop into Isagi’s mind as he feels himself getting closer. What if he dropped to his knees right now and let Hiori face fuck him? what if *he* face fucked Hiori until he cried and had spit and cum all over his pretty lips?
Maybe Isagi is just too insistent on the blowjob thing, but it's because it would be really hot.
“Cummin’...-! I’m gonna…gonna- ngh!” Hiori’s voice sounded desperate and whiny with desire. And here's a fun fact that Isagi noticed: Hiori’s accent is way more noticeable when he's right about to cum.
Isagi gripped the collar of the other boy’s shirt and pulled him in– he wanted to be closer and closer for this moment, as close as physically possible. So close hear the slightest moan, the quietest hitch of his breath. At this rate the striker was such a hot mess that he couldn’t find it in him to warn Hiori that he was about to cum as well.
So he just kissed him again.
This time Hiori bit his lip. Like, really chomped down in there.
“Mmn..!!” Isagi’s moan was muffled, somewhere in between pain and pleasure. And that was his breaking point. Another groan escaped him as he came, his cum mixing with Hiori’s as he climaxed as well. He could taste the mix of their saliva and the blood now staining his lower lip, and the feeling of sheer ecstasy that resulted from it all, which now had him looking up at Hiori with dazed and tired eyes.
Isagi licked his injured lip. It was superficially split, enough to draw a generous amount of blood. “You just *had* to do it, right, sadist?” he whispered, his tone husky, breath unsteady.
Hiori couldn’t have looked more thrilled. “Couldn’t help myself.” He replied with a lazy smile.
They had to rush a bit to clean the mess all over their hands, otherwise the stains on their clothing would become noticeable.
Totally worth it.