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The commentators were quick in their observations as the camera panned across the field, focused on one player. He was quicker than the rest of them with techniques leagues ahead of everyone else. He moved with such intensity that was both ugly and captivating and anyone who was watching in the stadium had their eyes on him, even without the camera.
The room filled up with his scent – his pheromones. Although he had a faint scent before, instantly recognizing him as an alpha, this was too much. It filled every pore in his body, making him shiver. He grew weaker the longer he was there, knees buckling, skin sweating, eyes widening.
Dick aching.
He dominated the field as always. He dodged every opponent and at the same time, crushed their pride. They threw every move they could towards him but he was able to take that move and destroy it with little effort.
Everything he did was effortless.
The hands on his body were hot, making his insides squirm. He shouldn’t be responding to him this way as a beta but his body was forced to under his will. Clothes stripped away quickly and both of them were naked, the moonlight illuminating their view and they could see each other’s bodies.
He couldn’t help but stare at the perfection in front of him.
Every goal was met with a cheer. Every time he moved, the audience was chanting his name. As if there were spotlights in the stadium, he shone brightly on centre stage.
Goal after goal after goal. He was unstoppable.
Again and again.
He felt himself screaming with each thrust, moaning with every action. How many times in that one night did he call out his name? How many times did he cum because of the electrifying feeling the other elicit out of him?
He stopped counting long ago.
He knew they shouldn’t do this but every part of his body was telling him to continue. Each time they clawed at each other, he felt his heart racing, his breathing heavy with lust, and everything inside of him screaming to stay by the alpha’s side.
He dominated the world. He was young, in peak form, and everything fell into place for him so easily. He didn’t have the worries of peasants or the stress of reality, living his life how he had dreamed.
He too dreamt the same thing long ago.
Teal eyes gazed at him, scarily intense, sending shivers down his spine. He yelped as they disappeared, head now pressed against the crook of his neck. Something sharp pierced the skin of his shoulder, making him cry out in pain and pleasure. How much cum was on their bodies now? How much was inside him? He couldn’t tell but there were no regrets as they kept going, releasing all tension, all adrenaline, and all desire coming out at once.
He too wanted to make a mark, claim him for his own even though he knew he couldn’t. He was a beta and couldn’t chain their lives together.
But he still wanted to.
He grasped at the alpha’s hair and pulled his head back, making his growl as his neck was exposed. The pheromones gland was just below his jaw and he could sense the overpowering stench exploding as he did that, making them grind against each other even more.
Just a small bite on the gland would be enough to satisfy him, knowing that at one point, even if it would never truly happen, he would be his.
He bit into his neck.
“He’s so cool!” The little girl next to him, dressed in a soccer jersey that made his chest squeeze, cheered while jumping on the couch. Her cute little pigtails bounced at the same time as she raised her arms up when the crowd cheered. “Papa! Isn’t he the coolest?!”
Isagi didn’t answer right away but maintained a smile that hid the pain in his chest at his daughter’s question. At one point many years ago, he would be quicker in his response. He too had admired the man on the field that could take over with a single play; held him in high regard and dreamt of playing against him again and again.
And playing with him once more.
“Of course he is.” Isagi couldn’t even tell if that was a lie or not. Part of him held a small piece of resentment but the other part couldn’t help gaze upon the screen, hoping that he knew he was watching him.
The little girl nodded her head. “One day, I want to be like Itoshi Rin too!”
Isagi felt something drop in his stomach. The little girl sat down in her seat finally and Isagi reached over, giving her a side hug which she immediately reciprocated by wrapping her tiny arms around his waist. She looked up at him, a large grin that definitely resembled him but her long eyelashes and teal eyes definitely didn’t belong to Isagi.
They belonged to him.
His little daughter didn’t know how close she could possibly be to resembling Itoshi Rin.