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Ness misses his boyfriend.
He does it every day, every morning when he wakes up, when he doesn’t feel his scent on the sheets, nor the warmth of his body, nor those firm arms wrapping around him. Also when he trains, without him by his side, without his perfect plays, without his laughter and sarcastic comments about the other players. And, above all, when he comes back alone to his apartment, cooking only for himself.
He misses him every minute. Even now, curled up in bed, with his legs spread and his fingers buried deep inside his pussy… though they never reach as far as his boyfriend’s cock does. The one that really makes him scream, not like now, when he can barely manage to make himself tremble.
"Kaiser…" he moans between gasps, moving his hand with clumsy, desperate speed, imitating the thrusts he remembers by heart. But the copy is never exact, and frustration furrows his brow.
Tears dampen his eyes. His body has become addicted to something bigger, more intense, firmer than his fingers. Coming like this feels almost like punishment.
The only thing left is to imagine. To trick his mind with the image of Kaiser fucking him, filling him until he can’t breathe. He’s been touching himself for half an hour now, and the waiting is eating him alive.
"Kaiser… more… more…" he whimpers in the same pleading tone he uses with him, even if it sounds forced. The fantasy begins to take over: Kaiser on top, holding him down, murmuring in his ear. The illusion feels so real that his body arches on its own, his legs spreading wider, just like always when he waits for that good boy that makes him shiver.
His insides tighten, and when one of his fingers brushes his swollen clit, the orgasm shakes him hard.
A muffled moan escapes his lips as the streams soak the sheets and his thighs. Exhausted, Ness collapses against the mattress, breathing heavily. He finally did it.
"Micha…" he pants with his eyes closed, imagining Kaiser’s lips on his own, murmuring you did so well while patiently cleaning up his mess.
That memory soothes him, but at the same time, it ignites him. It makes him feel so fucking good that his body starts heating up again, and his pussy throbs with renewed hunger. He hasn’t even finished recovering, and he’s already wet again.
But before his fingers betray him once more, Ness forces himself to get up. He heads straight to the bathroom, pressing his legs together so he won’t drip along the way. He pushes the door open, steps into the shower, and turns the handle.
"Ah…" he exhales, shivering under the freezing water. The cold calms his body on the outside, but inside the heat keeps burning. He knows that if he touches himself again, the memories won’t be enough. And his fingers… are no longer an option.
He needs something else. Something big. Something hard. Something that resembles his boyfriend. Something like a…
"Dildo…"
"Eh!" Ness startles, bringing both hands to his mouth. His cheeks burn with embarrassment. What did he just say? A dildo!
He shakes his head hard. No, impossible. Why would he want a stupid rubber toy when he has his boyfriend’s cock? He’s utterly devoted to him, he’d never replace him with some cheap substitute.
Not even for a million dollars!
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"Eh, excuse me… does Young Alexis Ness live here?" asks the delivery boy in front of him, uncertain. "I have a package for him," he clarifies, shifting the small box he’s holding in his arms.
Ness, standing at the door, takes a few seconds to respond. How did he get to this point? He remembers scrolling through his feed until suddenly an ad for sex toys appeared. He clearly wanted to ignore it, but there was a blue dildo that reminded him of Kaiser and, well… he couldn’t resist buying it.
"Young man?"
Ness stiffens like a board, lifting his gaze from the box to the delivery boy, who looks even more confused now, starting to believe he’s at the wrong house. But before he can speak, Ness interrupts.
"Yes! That’s me, it’s… it’s my order," and as proof he shows the boy his phone screen, where a screenshot of the purchase is displayed.
The boy quickly reads the information and, confirming that Ness is indeed the package owner, hands him the small box. Ness accepts it clumsily, nervous.
"Thank you very much for your purchase," the delivery boy says with a smile.
Ness returns the greeting, but as soon as the boy turns away, he runs back inside and closes the door quickly. He stays with his back pressed against it, breathing heavily, clutching the box as if it were a bomb about to explode.
The silence in the apartment becomes heavier than ever, and the small package seems to grow and burn in his hands.
"Did you really just do this, Alexis?" he whispers to himself, his voice cracking with disbelief.
He looks at the box. Small, discreet, an innocent brown. But he knows what’s inside. He knows the weight of his desperation packed inside that cardboard.
With slightly trembling fingers, he grabs the cutter already waiting by the table and slices open the white tape sealing the box. The cardboard opens, revealing a pile of bubble wrap. Ness peels it away carefully, and that’s when he sees it.
The dildo.
It’s blue, but not just any blue—it’s Kaiser blue, identical to the color of his boyfriend’s eyes and his dyed strands. The material is high-quality silicone, soft to the touch yet disturbingly realistic in firmness. The size… well, it’s bigger than he remembered from the photo.
"No… it’s not the same," he mutters, trying to convince himself, though the words dissolve instantly. "It’s just… a substitute. Temporary."
Ness lifts the dildo from the box. It’s heavy, cold, too cold. It doesn’t have Kaiser’s body heat, or his palpable veins, or the exact shape his body knows and craves.
It wasn’t him, not even close, but it was the most tangible representation he had at that moment.
A fresh wave of blush spreads across his face. Was he really going to do this? Betray Kaiser’s real cock with an imitation?
His body answers for him. A shiver of anticipation runs down his spine, and fresh arousal dampens his thighs. The decision is made.
Ness heads to his bedroom, feeling like he’s walking to his own grave. Once there, he places the toy on the bed, on the fresh white sheets that hide any trace of his previous failure.
He stands there staring at the toy for a while, as if it were something alien, the blush rising from his neck to the tips of his ears.
"This is ridiculous," he mutters, embarrassed. But his body disagrees. Between his legs, a familiar throbbing awakens, betraying him, ignoring completely the moral crisis he’s having.
Ness closes his eyes. He no longer sees the bedroom. He sees the hotel room after a victorious match. He sees Kaiser, sweaty, arrogant, smiling with that superiority that drives him insane. Did you miss me that much, Alexis? he whispers in his memory.
A moan escapes him. His resistance breaks. With clumsy, almost mechanical movements, he reaches for the bottle of lube in his nightstand. It’s nearly full, untouched, since his fingers never required much.
He pops the cap open and pours a generous amount on the blue tip, watching as the silicone gleams under the light, mimicking a wetness that isn’t his.
He lies on his back, hurriedly tugging down the little shorts he’s wearing under Kaiser’s shirt. He tosses them carelessly somewhere in the room and opens his legs on instinct, pure muscle memory. His breath quickens. He takes the dildo. The silicone no longer feels so cold.
"Kaiser…" he moans again, but this time it’s different. Not a plea to the void, but an invocation.
He guides the tip to his entrance, already swollen and sensitive from so much longing. The touch makes him shudder. It’s… different. Not the scorching, familiar pressure of his fingers. Something more defined, more promising.
He pushes.
A guttural, strangled sound tears from his throat. It’s not Kaiser’s cock. It doesn’t fill him exactly the same, doesn’t scrape him in that one curve that makes him see stars. But it’s so much better than his fingers.
The fantasy ignites, voracious, fed by this new, tangible sensation. He squeezes his eyes shut, imagining it’s Kaiser’s hands guiding him, pressing him down into the mattress.
"More…" he gasps, and this time it doesn’t sound forced. It’s desperate, real. His hips rise to meet each imagined thrust.
The hand holding the toy moves with renewed urgency, finding a rhythm his fingers alone could never manage. His other hand flies to his clit, tracing fast, precise circles—the same pattern Kaiser uses to drive him insane.
"Yes… there… Micha, please…" the murmurs blur into incoherence. The room fills with the wet sounds of silicone sliding in and out, his sharp gasps, the rustle of sheets.
It’s easier now. The frustration has dissolved, replaced by a rising wave of pleasure that isn’t perfect, but is enough. It’s almost as if he were there.
The image in his mind is sharp: Kaiser above him, looking down with that mix of possession and amusement, whispering obscenities just for him. Do you like it? Do you like this, my good boy?
"Yes!" Ness cries, his body taut as a bow. The orgasm seizes him with brutal force, wrenching a long, trembling scream that echoes through the empty walls of his apartment. His insides convulse around the blue toy, wringing out every last drop of pleasure as if his life depended on it.
When it’s over, he lies there panting, shaking. The dildo still inside him, now warm from his heat.
"You’re not Kaiser," he tells the toy firmly, touching it. "But… you can help me."
And with renewed energy, he thrusts the dildo back inside. Now that he’s found something that reminds him of his boyfriend, he’s never letting it go.
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"Ah... "
Ness’s body tenses. His legs, once trembling, go still, still suspended in the air. His hands, firm on the dildo, tremble and let go of it abruptly. That sound. That damn, all-too-familiar sound. It couldn’t be him.
"I always wondered what you did when I was away."
It was Kaiser.
Ness doesn’t need to turn around, but he does. Out of fear, out of instinct, out of the need to confirm it isn’t unreal, that it isn’t just an illusion his mind created to stop his sin.
His eyes go wide when he sees him there, standing at the entrance of his room. Kaiser. Suitcases at his side, hair slightly messy from the flight. He looks like he just arrived. But… how? He wasn’t supposed to return until next week. What is he doing here? Why now? Why right now?
"Micha—"
"Seems like you really enjoyed my absence, huh?" Kaiser interrupts him, stepping into the room and setting the sports bag down next to the suitcases.
"I heard you moaning from the living room," he mutters, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket. "I thought I’d find you fucking some idiot from Bastard. I was ready to kill him."
Ness trembles; he knows he means it. Kaiser, however, laughs as he approaches the bed, where Ness still has his legs spread open and the dildo inside his cunt.
"But no. You weren’t cheating on me with someone… but with something."
Kaiser’s steady gaze makes him want to die of shame. This must be a nightmare. It can’t be happening.
"I don’t understand… you told me you’d come next—"
"Week?" Kaiser finishes, letting himself fall onto the mattress. The bed shakes under his weight. Ness tries to sit up, but the firm hand on his leg stops him.
"It was a lie," he reveals. His hand slowly climbs up Ness’s thigh, sending chills through him. "Micha…"
"I wanted to know what you did when you were left alone," he goes on, firmly caressing the younger one’s tender thigh. "At first I didn’t plan to, but one can’t blindly trust that his dog will wait for him all the time. They get bored, don’t they, Ness?"
"I… I don’t know… Micha, please…" he begged, eyes brimming with tears that had yet to fall. Humiliation overflowed in emotions he didn’t know how to handle.
"Oh, but of course you do, Ness. If not, then what’s this you’ve got here?" Kaiser’s hand reaches his inner thigh, brushing against his cunt and the toy inside.
"You won’t mind if I take it out, right, puppy?" he says without waiting for an answer. His fingers pull at the dildo and slide it out with ease. He looks at it, smirks at the color.
"Seriously, Ness? Blue?" he mocks, glancing at him sideways.
Ness curls up more, burning with shame. Kaiser plays with the dildo, moving it back and forth, noticing the high quality of the material.
"And a good brand on top of that… I guess you weren’t wasting your money only on your stupid magic stuff, huh?"
"Micha, I… I just missed you so much…"
"I can see that," Kaiser whispers, low and dangerous. "So much that you needed a replacement. Your fingers weren’t enough anymore, Alexis? You had to buy silicone that looked like me?"
Each word is a lash. Ness shakes his head desperately, but the evidence gleams wet on Kaiser’s fingers. "I-It’s not the same… it never would be."
"I hope so," Kaiser replies, and a cold glint crosses his eyes. "Because this…" his finger strikes sharply against the soaked entrance, making him cry out "this is mine."
The brutality of the declaration freezes Ness. Kaiser leans over him, his shadow covering him completely, his scent flooding him: expensive soap, travel sweat, and himself. Nothing like the coldness of silicone.
"I thought I’d find you bored, maybe watching my matches, touching yourself with my jersey on," he murmurs in his ear, hot breath against his skin. "But this… this is a much more interesting betrayal."
"It’s not a betrayal!" Ness whimpers, clinging to his arms. "It was only you! It’s always you in my head!"
Kaiser watches him in silence, searching for the truth in those tearful eyes. He seems satisfied with what he finds, because the tension in his shoulders eases just slightly, though his gaze remains dangerous.
"Oh, yeah?" he asks, rhetorical. "Then prove it. Show me that toy is nothing but a pathetic substitute for your master, who’s right here."
He withdraws his hand. Ness lets out a whimper of loss, but Kaiser is already moving. With deliberate calm, he takes off his jacket and lets it drop. Then he pushes him back against the bed, spreading his legs roughly.
"Look at me," he commands, unbuckling his belt. "Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see the difference."
Ness nods, hypnotized, following Kaiser’s fingers as they slide down the zipper. The boxer drops just enough to free his cock: thick, veined, with that perfect curve only he could have.
Alive, hot, the swollen pink head gleaming with precum. It wasn’t some artificial blue. It was real.
What had he been thinking, buying that stupid toy? Nothing could ever compare to this.
"Look at you… you’re about to drool just from seeing it," Kaiser mocks, stroking his hard length a little. "You’re such a needy one, Alexis."
"But don’t worry, puppy. Later I’ll let you suck me off. Right now I want you to learn that inside you only one thing goes: me."
Kaiser’s hands move firmly up to his waist. Ness recognizes that touch. His body reacts before his mind does: his legs fall open and he moans a low "Micha…" just before Kaiser grabs his hips and slams him down brutally against himself.
Ness’s entrance takes him at once, wet and hot, eager to be fucked. Ness screams his name, arching his back. The difference is abyssal: the thickness, the heat, the force pounding into him. Nothing like the cold, empty toy.
"Do you feel it?" Kaiser growls, gripping his waist as he fucks him with quick, deep thrusts, giving him no reprieve. "This is how your cunt really gets filled. Not with cheap plastic. With me."
"Yes!" Ness cries, digging his nails into his back. "You’re right, Micha! Only you, only you! Forgive me! I’m sorry!"
"Shut up," Kaiser cuts him off, burying himself even deeper. "I don’t want apologies. I just want you to remember who you belong to."
And Ness, like a well-trained dog, obeys. He forgets everything: the shame, the abandoned toy, any thought that isn’t Kaiser filling him, marking him, claiming him the way he always does.
Kaiser doesn’t stop for even a second, pounding into him with a rhythmic, almost desperate force, as if trying to erase with every movement the days he hadn’t been able to have him.
Ness could barely cling on, his eyes glassy and his body trembling, taking every shake without protest, as if his only response were to give himself over more and more.
The thrusts grew deeper, more voracious, tearing short, broken moans from Ness, his voice trembling between pleas and soft sobs.
Kaiser held him firmly, gripping him as if afraid he might slip away at any moment, plunging into him again and again, marking his presence with every snap of his hips.
The air in the room was dense, heavy with the friction of their bodies, the heat overflowing, the sound of the bed creaking beneath the intensity. Kaiser growled low, almost animalistic, his lips brushing Ness’s neck, biting him lightly, claiming what was already his.
Until Ness, with a broken yet sincere voice, whispered between gasps, "I missed you, Kai…"
Kaiser froze for a moment, his breath ragged against Ness’s damp skin. He clicked his tongue, feigning annoyance, as if those words hadn’t struck him straight in the chest.
"Idiot…" he muttered with a low growl.
And without giving him a second more, he grabbed his chin roughly, crushing their lips together in an intense, possessive, hungry kiss.
It wasn’t a gentle or comforting gesture: it was a claim, a need, the same fury with which he had pounded into him minutes before. Their tongues clashed violently, sucking, biting, as if Kaiser needed to devour him whole just to believe he was there, beneath him, again.
Ness moaned into his mouth, offering no resistance, clinging tightly to his back as he let Kaiser consume him down to his very last breath.
The rhythm turned chaotic, without tempo, just hunger. Kaiser buried his cock to the hilt again and again, growling against Ness’s lips, drowning his own groans in the kiss.
"Fuck… Ness…" he panted, gripping him tighter, fingers digging into his hips hard enough to leave marks.
Ness cried with pleasure, trembling uncontrollably, chanting his name like a prayer. "Micha, Micha."
And then Kaiser shuddered, his entire body tensing over him. A harsh, restrained growl rumbled in his chest as he slammed in one last violent time, breaking through any resistance left.
Cum flooded him all at once. Hot, thick, claiming him from the inside. Ness screamed his name in a broken voice, his body arching violently. His insides convulsed around Kaiser’s cock, milking him as his own orgasm crashed through him. Wet spurts splattered between his thighs, staining the sheets as he shivered, trembling beyond control.
"That’s it…" Kaiser growled, locking eyes with him, holding him with brutal force. "Cum with me, puppy"
Ness could only nod weakly, moaning low, lost in the climax overflowing together with his lover’s.
When it was over, Ness lay against the mattress, panting, cheeks flushed, body still trembling. Kaiser remained inside him, firm and burning, refusing to pull out.
"Micha…" Ness tried to speak, but Kaiser took his chin and kissed him again with that same possessive ferocity, with the hunger of someone who needed to claim his victory even on the other’s lips.
Their tongues met once more, carrying the same urgency, but now tinged with a deep, intimate relief, as if in that contact they recovered something that had always been theirs.
"You’re a mess," Kaiser murmured against his mouth, lips swollen and twisted into a smirk. "But you’re my mess."
Ness let out a low moan, still trembling under Kaiser’s weight.
And before he could speak, Kaiser kissed him again, this time slower but with the same intensity. Making it clear that no substitute, no matter how realistic, could ever replace what Kaiser was to him.