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The last thing Ness had expected was for that shitty Isagi's tastes to be so… relevant to exactly everything he'd told him he'd liked.
"Liked" wasn't exactly accurate; it was more like a total, silent surrender to a world Isagi had unlocked for him.
Training had long since ended, but Ness was hunched over his tablet with Isagi, vibrating with a shared energy. They were whispering about the latest episode of an anime they both liked, debating about a protagonist's new transformation.
"The mana cost is too high for it to be sustainable," Ness murmured, pointing at the screen.
Isagi nodded, his eyes bright with that same obsessive spark. "Exactly! That’s why the cliffhanger was so brutal."
It wasn't until a heavy hand clamped onto the back of Ness’s collar that he jumped, the sudden jerk nearly sending the tablet clattering to the turf.
"You're late, Ness," Kaiser’s voice dropped into that low, rough register that always made his knees weaken. The heat of the taller man was a physical weight pressing against his spine.
"Kaiser! I—we were just reviewing the new chemical reaction patterns," Ness stammered, his heart hammering against his ribs as he shielded his tablet from view. He tried to pull away, but the grip only tightened, a silent command to stay put.
Kaiser’s gaze finally flickered to Isagi. "Chemical reactions? Is that what we're calling it now?" He leaned down, his breath hot against Ness’s ear, loud enough for Isagi to hear every word. "I didn't realize you needed extra lessons from a mediocre talent."
"Shut up, Kaiser," Isagi bit back, rolling his eyes. "Don't throw a pity party just because you're being left out of the fun."
The air between them turned frigid. Desperate to diffuse the tension before Michael's temper truly flared, Ness quickly interjected.
"Sorry, Isagi, I'll catch up with you tomorrow, okay?" Ness whispered, his voice trembling slightly. The boy didn't wait for a response, standing to follow Kaiser to the locker rooms.
Ness heard the heavy click of their apartment's front door, followed by the muffled silence that meant Kaiser had finally left for the afternoon. He practically leapt out of bed, his heart racing with a sudden, giddy energy that only came when the apartment was entirely his own for the day. He had seen on the calendar on their fridge that Kaiser was occupied this entire week with a photoshoot.
Ness knew he really should think about moving out. Their living arrangement was strictly one of convenience—a lopsided deal where he handled all the chores and administrative burdens while Kaiser simply existed as the sun around which the flat orbited. There were no shared photos or other domestic indicators. It was just a pristine space that he maintained.
Still, Ness realized it was something he enjoyed; simply being in the same orbit as Kaiser made the cold apartment feel like a home. That was all that mattered.
With the space to himself, Ness took the opportunity to blast his favorite openings at maximum volume. The frantic energy of the music served as a shield, a wall of sound that granted him the privacy to finally be himself. He summoned enough courage to retrieve the package that had sat untouched, haunting the darkest corner of his closet for days.
He peeled back the tape with trembling hands, the rustle of tissue paper sounding like a secret being whispered. Piece by piece, he shed his mundane clothes and stepped into the costume, the cool fabric sliding against his skin as he indulged in the illicit pleasure of the transformation.
Standing before the mirror, it was as if he truly had transformed into a different person. His fingers trembled while tracing the jagged, sawtooth edge of the short pleated hem, the black fabric of the stockings clinging tightly to his thighs. The ensemble hugged his frame perfectly, meeting the dress with a small sliver of exposed skin.
Ness adjusted the heavy, wide-brimmed hat, the tall crown spiraling upward into a sharp, whimsical hook that swayed as he moved. Long, dramatic sleeves trailed from his wrists like shadows. Every shift of his weight caused the daringly short skirt to ride higher.
His reflection stared back, cheeks flushed, lips parted in anticipation. The music pulsed through the room, a rhythmic beat that matched the throb between his legs. Something about the witch's confident allure and magical prowess had mystified him. He wanted to embody that, to be someone who could seduce and make people want.
The phantom of a smug, piercing gaze filled his thoughts. Ness envisioned crystal blue eyes and shoulders broad enough to crowd any doorway, tracing the familiar ink that crawled up a muscular arm to bloom into a blue rose at the throat. He imagined sauntering toward Kaiser, hips swaying with deliberate intent. In this fantasy, the daringly short skirt would ride up just enough to flash the lace of his panties, a silent provocation designed for his predatory gaze.
He could see how soaked he was in the mirror alone as he bent over, his ass framed by the thin lacy panties. His fingers brushed the damp fabric, pressing against the swollen folds. A soft whimper escaped as he rubbed slow circles over his clit, the friction sparking heat that spread like wildfire.
His bed creaked as he shifted his weight down onto it, spreading himself wide for the mirror, moving his panties to the side to expose his slick entrance to the air. He pushed two digits inside his dripping pussy, the wet squelch muted by the anime track in the background, his walls clenching greedily around the intrusion. His free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles whitening as he pumped in and out, thumb flicking his clit with each thrust.
The witch hat bobbed slightly with his movements, the dress riding up as his nipples hardened against the fabric. He bit his lip as his release neared.
"What the fuck are you listening to—"
Kaiser's voice cut through the blaring anime track like a knife. He froze, eyes locking onto Ness: hat askew, skirt flipped up, fingers buried deep in his dripping pussy, face twisted in ecstasy.
"Kaiser!" Ness squeaked, his voice high and breathless, yanking the rumpled blanket from the edge of the bed to drape it over his lap.
The witch hat tipped precariously forward, shadowing his flushed face and wide eyes, but it did nothing to hide the way his thighs trembled or the slick sheen on his skin. His fingers, still glistening with his own juices, clutched the fabric desperately, heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst.
"I thought you were going to be at your shoot all day today…"
Kaiser's stunned expression lingered for a split second, his blue orbs widening before they narrowed into something inexplicable. He stepped fully into the room, the door thudding shut behind him as he closed it with his heel.
A slow, dangerous smirk curled on his lips. "What the hell is this, Ness?" Michael asked, his voice dropping into a husky register. "A witch costume? Is this some sort of fetish for you?"
Ness swallowed hard, peeking out from under the hat's brim, his cunt still twitching from the interrupted orgasm, aching for more. He couldn't meet Kaiser's eyes fully. "I-I was just... it's nothing," he stammered, but his body betrayed him, hips shifting under the blanket, the lace panties chafing against his sensitive folds.
Kaiser chuckled, a dark sound that vibrated through the room. He crossed the space in long strides, casting a shadow over Ness as he loomed above him. One hand reached out to grip the boy's chin, tilting his face up. The touch was firm, thumb brushing Ness's lower lip where a bead of saliva lingered from his earlier moans.
"Nothing? You call this nothing?" His free hand snatched the blanket away in one swift yank, exposing Ness completely—the skirt flipped up, panties askew and soaked, his puffy lips glistening, clit swollen and begging for attention.
Ness gasped, instinctively trying to close his legs, but Kaiser planted a knee between them, forcing them wider. The cool air hit his exposed twat once more, making him whimper as Kaiser's eyes devoured the sight. "Look at you," Kaiser murmured, voice dropping to a whisper, his breath hot against Ness's ear. "Dressed up like some slutty little witch, fingering yourself stupid."
"It's all Yoichi's fault! He put me onto this…" Ness explained frantically, cheeks flushed a deep crimson under the brim of his witch hat.
"So this is why you've spent so much time recently with that clown," Kaiser scoffed, his blue eyes flashing darker with a storm of anger and hunger. "I didn't realize you were such a fucking slut, Alexis." The usage of his first name sent shivers crawling up his spine.
"Were you recording yourself for him?" He paused, scanning the room briefly.
"No! Kaiser, I swear, I would never—" Ness’s voice cracked as he shook his head, the oversized point of his hat swaying violently with the movement.
His brain short-circuited as Kaiser's crowned hand slowly slid down his thigh, nearing his soaked mound. His fingers hooked into the delicate lace of Ness's panties, tugging with a teasing pull that made the material cling even tighter to his swollen folds. "I thought you wanted to fuck that shitty Yoichi with the way you were flaunting about with him," Kaiser murmured, his fingers rubbing tantalizingly close to his puffy folds, tracing the edge of the lace panties without mercy.
He traced the edge where lace met skin, dipping just enough to graze the slick heat beneath, before yanking the panties roughly to the side, exposing Ness's dripping pussy to the cool air. He stopped just before plunging his fingers in, the heat of his palm radiating like a promise.
"Maybe we should start the recording ourselves, then. If you’re going to dress like a doll for that Yoichi, you can certainly perform for me instead."
Kaiser's cold fingers parted his slick folds with ease, exposing the collection of pooled liquid that dripped shamelessly. Ness felt his brain turn to mush at the sensation of the air kissing his sensitive skin, his hips twitching involuntarily toward the touch.
"You're wrong," he choked out, his voice near a sob, even as his body betrayed him, walls clenching around nothing.
"Oh?" Kaiser seemed intrigued by the provocation, his stare burning into his exposed pink bits, thumb hovering just over the swollen clit. "Tell me what you were doing then."
Ness bit his lip, shaking his head stubbornly, the witch hat wobbling with the motion. "P-Playing with myself..." His voice cracked, resistance flickering as Kaiser's fingers ghosted closer, brushing the outer lips without dipping in.
"That goes without saying," Kaiser said, his voice a controlled neutral. "You've always liked these dumb magic getups, whispering spells like some obsessed little fanboy, but I didn't think you were this much of a whore." His free hand gripped Ness's hip, thumb digging into the soft flesh under the short skirt, holding him still.
"It’s cute, though. Dressing up for me without even realizing it," he murmured. Ness felt himself melt; the praise was enough to drown his shame. "Now, tell me what was running through that head of yours. Were you imagining that shitty Yoichi finally giving you what you want?"
Ness whimpered, the accusation coiling tight in his belly as his resolve crumbled under the sheer weight of Kaiser’s gaze. Their history was a minefield neither wanted to address after the league, but if this humiliation was the only currency that bought Kaiser's undivided attention, he would pay it. He leaned into the touch, his pride dissolving into a desperate need for validation.
"I wasn't thinking about him," he murmured, his legs spreading a fraction wider in a silent, vulnerable invitation. "I was thinking about you… only you."
"Good boy," Kaiser growled, finally pressing his thumb firmly against Ness's clit, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure that had stars bursting behind Ness's eyelids.
"Admit you dressed up like this witchy little fantasy just to tempt me, that you've been wet for me this whole time." Kaiser's other fingers teased the entrance, dipping just the tip inside before pulling back, slick with arousal.
Ness's cheeks burning as he arched into the touch, the lace of his panties chafing deliciously. Kaiser's fingers plunged deeper on the next stroke, two thick digits curling inside his pussy, scissoring to stretch him open while his thumb ground harder on the clit.
Ness finally cratered, the words spilling out in a broken sob as tears of overwhelmed need pricked his eyes. "I… I wanted to cast a spell on you," he confessed, clutching at Kaiser's shirt with desperate, trembling hands. "I wanted to weave something so beautiful you’d never be able to look away."
Kaiser's smirk widened into something triumphant, his eyes darkening with raw possession as he added a third finger, pumping them relentlessly, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. "That's my good boy," he praised, voice softening just a touch. "Keep that ridiculous hat on. I like seeing you like this, all mine in your magic bullshit."
He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, only to lean in and break away from Ness's gaze, his mouth descending to trail sharp bites along the pale column of the boy's neck. Teeth sank into the tender skin, marking him with red welts that bloomed like sigils of ownership. Ness's body arched upward as he squeezed his eyes shut. Heat flooded his veins, his lips parting in a breathless, silent plea. He ached for the crushing heat of Kaiser's lips claiming his own, for the brutal invasion of tongue and teeth that would devour his cries.
His eyes fluttered open, snaring on those intense blue depths that held him captive, and he tilted his head closer, drawn inexorably toward the scorching warmth of Kaiser's breath fanning his face.
Kaiser's smirk twisted into something wicked, a spark of dark amusement flickering in his gaze as he savored the raw desperation etched across Ness's features. But instead of bridging the gap to those begging lips, he rolled his hips forward, the rigid bulge in his pants grinding hard against Ness's thigh. His free hand dropped to his zipper, yanking it down with a sharp rasp, and he shoved his pants open, his thick cock tumbling free. It was rigid and heavy, veins pulsing along its girth, the swollen tip slick with a bead of precum.
He stood, and his shaft slapped down with a heavy thud against Ness's cheek, the scorching heat of it pinning him in place. Ness's witch hat teetered on his head, the brim dipping as he stared up at his cock.
This was how he showed Kaiser everything that he needed. Love, adoration, and worship. His lips brushed the underside of the length, and in that moment, Ness felt his mind haze over, utterly lost to the sheer perfection of Kaiser's cock. It was thick, veiny, and pulsed with a heat that made his thoughts scatter. He nuzzled against it desperately, inhaling the musky scent that filled his senses.
Kaiser hummed in pleasure. "This is what you wanted, right? All dressed up in your silly costume, dreaming of me using your mouth."
Trembling, Ness parted his lips, tongue darting out to lap tentatively at the head, swirling around the slit to gather the leaking precum. The flavor exploded on his taste buds—bitter, musky—and he moaned around it, the sound vibrating up the length. Kaiser groaned low, hips bucking slightly as he fed more into Ness's mouth, the crown nudging past his teeth and onto his tongue.
"You love this, don't you? Pretending to be some powerful witch when you just love sucking cock."
Ness's cheeks hollowed as he responded with fervor, sucking harder and bobbing his head with messy, eager strokes. Saliva bubbled at the corners of his mouth, trickling down his chin and soaking into the thin fabric of his dress, darkening the material against his heaving chest.
One hand slipped down between his own thighs, fingers sliding through the slick folds of his aching pussy, rubbing firm circles over his swollen clit in time with the rhythm of Kaiser's thrusts into his mouth.
He gagged sharply when Kaiser drove in deeper, the shaft slamming against the back of his throat as fresh tears brimmed and trickled down his heated cheeks. It burned, and it would definitely leave a deep bruise inside his throat—a constant, pulsing ache and a hidden badge of this filthy submission etched into his flesh. Ness lapped insistently along the bulging vein beneath, chasing the sharp tang of pre-cum spilling over his taste buds.
Kaiser watched him with hooded eyes, one hand petting Ness's hair now, fingers combing through the strands under the hat in soothing strokes. "Fuck, good boy, Ness."
Tears streamed down Ness's face now, mascara smudging under his eyes, but the tenderness in Kaiser's petting hand kept him grounded in the intoxicating fervour; his nose buried in the coarse hair at the base of Kaiser's cock, throat convulsing around the intrusion. Gagging filled the room, obscene and raw, mixed with Kaiser's grunts of approval.
Ness's cunt throbbed with a sharp, insistent ache as he sensed Kaiser teetering on the edge, the telltale twitch from the cock buried in his throat. His own fingers plunged deeper into his slick folds, three digits now curling hard against that spongy spot inside, while his thumb ground mercilessly over his swollen clit.
No warning escaped Kaiser's lips, just the sudden vise-grip of his hands fisting Ness's hair, yanking his head forward as his thrusts turned wild and erratic, dragging his mouth up and down his cock. His salty release flooded Ness's mouth, the excess dribbling down his chin in sticky trails.
He choked it all back, gulping frantically. The coil in his gut snapped as his cunt spasmed wildly around his fingers. He came hard, a muffled cry vibrating around Kaiser's dick as his pussy squirted messily onto his hand, walls fluttering in waves of blinding pleasure that left his thighs quaking and his vision spotting with stars. Cum and spit bubbled from his stretched lips, but he didn't stop swallowing, didn't stop riding out his orgasm by grinding his palm against his pulsing clit, drawing out the ecstasy until his whole frame shuddered in surrender.
In that moment, as Kaiser's release tapered off with a final weak spurt against Ness's palate, something shifted. It was his magic, binding Kaiser just a little tighter to his will with every swallowed drop.
Even as Kaiser eased back slightly, the spent cock slipping free, Ness couldn't tear his gaze away, his watery eyes—smudged with running liner—locked hungrily on the shaft before him. He was still rock-hard.
Of course Kaiser had the sexual stamina of a Greek god; the man could fuck for hours, pounding without mercy, his body a machine of endless dominance. But now, that god belonged to him. His Kaiser. The bruise in his throat throbbed with every ragged breath, a delicious pain that only fueled the fire building in his hot cunt.
Kaiser chuckled darkly, his fingers loosening in Ness's hair only to tilt his chin up, forcing those adoring eyes to meet his own. "You think one load is enough for a slut like you?" But there was that edge of sweetness again, his thumb wiping a tear from Ness's cheek before smearing it across his lips. "Get on your back, witch. Spread your legs."
Ness scrambled to obey, his witch's hat tilting askew as he flopped onto the sheets, the short skirt of his costume riding up to expose the slick mess between his thighs. He pulled his knees back to expose more of his waiting hole, leaking arousal that soaked the fabric beneath him. "Please, Kaiser... fuck me."
Kaiser loomed over him, his hard cock bobbing with each step as he positioned himself between Ness's thighs. He dragged the head through the wet folds of Ness's entrance, teasing the sensitive rim, coating himself in the slickness.
"You're such a desperate little whore, aren't you? Dressed like some cartoon slut just to get my cock." His voice dipped lower, one hand sliding up Ness's thigh in a possessive stroke, thumb circling the soft skin there. "I'll give you what you want so badly."
With that, Kaiser thrust forward, burying his thick cock to the hilt in one smooth, relentless push. Ness cried out, his back arching off the bed as the stretch burned and filled him, every inch splitting him open. The sensation was overwhelming—Kaiser's girth pressing against his walls, the head nudging deep inside, claiming him utterly. "Ah—fuck, yes! Kaiser!" Ness's hands fisted the sheets, his body trembling as the man bottomed out.
Kaiser didn't give him time to adjust, pulling back only to drive in again, setting a brutal pace that had the bed creaking. "You're so tight, Alexis," he stared down at him, his eyes dark with lust. Each thrust punched the air from Ness's lungs, sparks of pleasure shooting through him. Kaiser's arms framed his head possessively as he slammed into him.
Ness was lost, moans turning to sobs of ecstasy as Kaiser fucked him harder, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. Every drag of his cock against his walls brought him closer to the edge, his body worshiping the man above him with every clench and quiver.
At last, Kaiser leaned down, capturing Ness's lips in a surprisingly tender kiss amidst the degradation, tongues tangling as he whispered against his mouth. "You're perfect like this, milking my cock like the good whore you are."
The words sent Ness over the edge, spasming around Kaiser's cock as he came again, seeing stars as waves of pleasure crashed through him. He clenched down hard, walls fluttering wildly, pulling Kaiser deeper as if refusing to let go.
With a satisfied grunt, Kaiser pulled out abruptly, the wet pop of his cock leaving Ness's entrance making him whine at the emptiness. "Look at you, cumming just from having my cock wrapped up in that greedy hole, you little witch." His hand cupped Ness's cheek briefly, thumb brushing away a stray tear before his grip tightened on Ness's hip.
He flipped Ness over onto his stomach, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented high, the short skirt of the witch costume flipped. Ness's knees spread instinctively on the sheets.
Kaiser paused, his hand running appreciatively over the curve of Ness's ass, fingers tracing the edge of the costume's fabric. His palm came down in a sharp slap, the sting from his hand blooming red. Ness yelped, his body jolting.
"Stay still," Kaiser ordered, delivering another smack to the other side, watching the tight flesh redden.
Ness pushed back into the touch, moaning at the burn. Kaiser lined up behind him, gripping his waist with bruising force, and thrust back in with one powerful snap of his hips. The new angle drove even deeper, setting a punishing rhythm.
Ness buried his face deeper into the pillow, his muffled cries turning into desperate pleas as Kaiser's cock hammered into his slick cunt. The bruise in his throat throbbed with every ragged gasp, a constant sting that made even swallowing air feel like submission. His walls clenched greedily around the thick shaft invading him.
"Please, Michael," Ness begged, voice hoarse and breaking around the pillow, lifting his head just enough to let the words spill out raw and needy. "Fill me up—empty yourself into me."
Kaiser's pace stuttered after a few more brutal drives, his iron grip on Ness's hips bruising the skin. "That was the plan," he panted. He slammed forward one final time, burying his cock to the hilt in his tight heat. "Fuck—yes, take it, you greedy little slut," he cursed through gritted teeth, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as his body went rigid.
Hot spurts of cum erupted from his pulsing tip, flooding Ness's insides in thick ropes that coated his clenching walls, painting every inch with his seed. His massive frame quaked as wave after wave emptied into Ness, the overflow leaking out around his embedded shaft in creamy dribbles.
Ness shuddered violently, utterly spent and sated, his body going limp under Kaiser's crushing weight, every muscle quivering from the intensity. The cosplay outfit clung to his sweat-damp skin like a second layer—a vivid reminder of the fantasy he'd spun into reality.
It was his craft, his magic, now laced with the warmth of cum deep in his core, a new seal of their bond.
"It's called anime!"
Somehow, he’d convinced Kaiser to hear him out about his newfound obsession. Since he seemed so captivated by the outfit, Ness figured there was no harm in showing him the actual source material.
Kaiser paused, processing the word as it hung precariously between them. "Is it that shit with the tentacles and overblown moaning?"
"That's hentai!" Ness protested, feeling a wave of baffled heat rush to his face. "How do you even—"
"Put the shitty episode on," Kaiser interrupted, settling back with a dismissive wave.
They sat through the opening, the vibrant colors of the screen flickering against them in the darkened room. Freshly showered and warm, Ness was practically swallowed by the oversized hoodie Kaiser had draped over his shoulders; it smelled intoxicatingly of Kaiser's cologne.
"This is what I was listening to right before you barged in," Ness explained, leaning into the solid heat of the other man.
Kaiser didn't look away from the television, but a slow, self-assured smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Then this weird crap is actually good for something."
When the episode concluded and the ending finally rolled in, Kaiser turned to him, his expression unreadable. "So that woman is technically a cat. Not a witch," he remarked, his tone bone-dry.
Ness sighed. "That's not the point."
"It just means you'll have to dress up as a cat for me next."