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Isagi and Kaiser have been dating for quite some time, though the relationship is full of constant bickering, endless quarrels. Both sure have personalities, and their love language is something else entirely, guess they're match made in hell because both are the devils. All those domestic disturbances never seem to be a problem in their relationship, but they do have, one ever-present issue...
Isagi can't kiss Kaiser, and seemingly there's an otherworldly force that prevents such romance between them. Even if the dark haired only needs to sit back and let the man make all the effort, the egoist just won't accept it. Whether Isagi slaps that foreigner in the face, bumps his forehead against him, flees, his entire body refuses to stay still. And Isagi would still insist it's his body acting on his own, like a reflex he can't control, maybe it's a new kind of disorder.
Kaiser can look aggresive or assertive at times, but he doesn't want to do it if isagi can't do it, or that his favourite boy isn't ready. The white man wants it, but doesn't want to force it or make it seem like an assault.
The same goes to Isagi who wants his first kiss to break. Some attempts were made, with the egoist himself yearning, commanding the emperor to do it, but in the end, the commander turned down his counterpart. Both of them, have been trying and searching for a resolution.
Maybe the answer lies beyond human understanding, it is far too substantial in the deepest layer of an iceberg, and no simple icicle could break it down. The thing that Isagi despises Kaiser, abhors him for his every fibre of being, makes a physical touch, especially on a delicate part of body, triggers a subconscious irritation, an irk with no real trauma behind. They're sworn enemies, so that part doesn't come off easily, and maybe never will.
Both had grown tired, nearly desperate. Then Isagi came up with an idea, he consented to it, that he's willing to be tied to the bedboard, just for him to receive a little peck from Kaiser. His partner couldn’t refuse, as if it were another trial and error to go through once again.
Both of Isagi's arms are bound together, hovering over his shoulder, with a tie connecting them to the bedboard. "Don't you think this is too much..?"
Kaiser settles down beside him, feeling his partner's reluctance directly. "Okay..." He gestures as if he wants to dismantle the whole setup.
"No! No, please do me..." Those words slip out easily, making his whole body feel even warmer.
That stunt stretches Kaiser's grin. "Don't break the bed, Yoichi."
Isagi's expression has been tightened, "Just do it, my arms are getting sore."
Kaiser can be a real jerk, but for now, he sets some of that attitude aside only for the show. No need for mood setting, because the two have been edging. His larger frame slowly leans in, while his hand lies on the egoist's right shoulder. But the movement stops immediately when a thud is heard, a knee landing on the emperor's diaphragm, preventing him from proceeding further. The perpetrator doesn't need to explain it, it's just halfway, really.
Kaiser, who has been anticipating this, or even growing a reflex for it, glides his hand onto Isagi's ankle, pulling that foot closer to his caucasian face, nearly kissing it.
Isagi wasn't prepared, "let go of my foot!"
Kaiser gives those round toes a smooch, slightly inhaling them beforehand. "Relax..." , "I can't kiss you on the lips, so..."
Isagi finds it difficult to relax when his whole body feels on fire. And without any prior scenario or plan in place, Kaiser bends Isagi's leg down to the bed's surface, making his lower body open. No excessive pressure is applied, it's quite gentle to say, as if Isagi actually wants to spread his legs as well.
The very scene makes Kaiser wants to let out a chuckle, but he's holding it to a lasting smirk. He leans down quickly this time, almost thumping, a side of his cheek lands against Isagi’s stomach, still covered by the official blue pajamas though. His free hands then curl up toward Isagi’s upper body.
It shifts Isagi's expression, and shifts the mood subtly. "... If you just want to cuddle no need to tie me up like this."
"I want to make sure you can't move."
The sentence doesn’t feel threatening, only to contradicts the next second, when the boney fingers dig deeper beneath the layer of fabric, reaching Isagi’s bare skin, allowing the offender to sniff the exposed flesh, quite ticklish for the victim. A clean whiff, that still hints of Isagi's own scent, enters Kaiser's olfactory system.
The texture, and subtle firmness of those toned abs are just to the emperor's liking. He can't resist testing the taste, letting his saliva coated tongue to glide over, to bestow some onto the counterpart.
Isagi feels his insides twisting, and not a single butterfly would survive to flutter free. Though he shows no appealing response, supressing it maybe, and the expression he makes remains unseen. His tense body squirms faintly to Kaiser's disregard.
Just then his dominant figure crawls brick by brick, progressing further up the sub's body, Isagi has to nudge his head. No sudden, unexpected reaction of rejection so far.
Kaiser lifts his face, bending a little on his hands as he reaches his partner's chest. Isagi has been trying to not appear out of breath, so his chest doesn't seem to move irregularly.
"How do you feel?"
That quick safe word question comes from Kaiser, simply to check on his partner. But even a short thoughtless answer can't escape the partner's throat so quickly. He is very distracted by his counterpart blocking the view, which he feels intimidating, and that is difficult for him to be true to himself, to admit that he likes it. The tiered blonde hairs hanging as a cascade to his face, Isagi has the urge to tuck them behind, to see his man's face fully.
"Uh, it's —alright." Just a single word makes his breath catch in his throat.
Prelude for another act of Kaiser ascending, his hand passes over Isagi's broad chest before reaching the narrowly exposed cleavage, then to the crook of his neck. That part is slick, glistened with the egoist's sweat. The emperor almost thought his boyfriend had a fever, being this warm.
Kaiser has to be in a proper position of topping Isagi, just so he can tuck a few dark hair strands from the counterpart's fluffy sideburns, to the back of his flushed ear. Isagi without a command, participates by tilting his face to the side by few degrees.
"You're doing good, Yoichi."
The words sounded like praise for Yoichi, so the warmth in his body rises, nearly numbing him. The finger slices that once caressed him now shift to turn his face, making him meet the emperor’s gaze directly. In that moment, the egoist loses his breath rhythm.
As if Kaiser knows his counterpart wants to see his naked expression, one of his other free hands moves to push aside the covering blond hair. All of Isagi's attention shifts to that complexion, of the flustered, healthy glow painted across his partner's face. He’s never seen anything like this, never knew he needed it, but he’ll remember it forever.
There’s no shame left in him now, all hesitation, all walls of stone, have crumbled, and when his face tilts up to receive the upcoming, long awaited first kiss...
Isagi however reaches Kaiser’s lips first, marking himself as the initiator. The surprise freezes Kaiser suddenly. It was too short, shorter than a split second to even process or explain.
"... You made me do it!!"
The silence breaks, Kaiser spreads a wide grin. Realizing that all the efforts led Isagi kissing him and break the curse.
"How could you steal my kiss, huh?" His thumb still lingers, pressing against the corner of Isagi's lips.
"Because you're too slow!"
"Oh please I want this to last forever."
"You can't! You have to untie me first!"
"I think I like you like this more."
A louder thud was heard, almost too forceful.
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Fin.