Muffled huffs could be heard in the hotels bathroom, fingers wrapped around his own cock, his hips bucked as he leaned on the shower door. The only light was a low glow of his phone, some lacklustre performance was barely enough to get him going but with the shitty WiFi, it was what he was stuck with.
God, the AV models really weren't doing it these days. Eyes rolled as Isagi set his phone down beside him, pausing the video, his eyes close. Back to the drawing board; imagination. Sweaty, thick thighs, his grip on his dick tightened as he imagined himself thrusting between someone's thighs. His breath hitched and his head tilts back. "Haah. . ."
He did lock the door, didn't he?
Strange sounds emitted from the bathroom door; the soft glow of the light can be seen through the crack. The shared hotel room was given to them as a reward for their continued participation in Blue Lock. Nagi, along with three others, was sharing the room. However, he asked Reo to go bring back snacks for them to share while Chigiri volunteered to help him bring them back. Which left him and Isagi alone; he'd been too busy focused on his game that he didn't notice the low sounds that gradually got louder.
Nagi wasn't new to the sounds that were currently echoing within the room. In fact, despite his usual lazy and bored demeanor, there were times he found himself looking at videos to help get off. Football was a contact sport, and there were times when others accidentally brushed up against him, especially during goal celebrations. It could have been easily brushed off as porn coming through the walls, but the voice was closer, coming from within the room and familiar.
The white-haired teen found himself undeniably drawn to the bathroom door; setting his phone down, he made soundless strides over to the door and quietly twisted the knob, only to find it was unlocked. Nagi swallowed thickly as he opened the door and peeked inside; what he found before him was something he wasn't prepared to witness. A hand wrapped around an impressive piece of flesh, pumping while the other's hips rocked forward, the striker's head falling back with his eyes closed as he pleasured himself.
Nagi never found himself thinking about Isagi in any other manner besides as someone to beat as well as work beside. Though there were times when his thoughts drifted, now as he observed him from the door, he couldn't help the arousal that was growing behind the fabric of his boxers. One hand coming down to rub the front of his crotch, stroking over his clothed erection at the sight of Isagi touching himself. The gamer's eyes darkened with lust, licking his lips but doing his best to keep quiet. This was unbearable; he needed release. Pushing his underwear down, allowing his own throbbing length to spring free, he wrapped his hand around his own hardness and began stroking himself. Every thrust of Isagi's hips he tried to match, he wondered what it'd be like to touch him and to be touched.
Porn was enough to give him ideas: a mouth so hot and wet wrapping around his length, Isagi's bright blues staring up at him or perhaps down at him as he tasted the other's cock. What he hadn't realized was he had pushed the door open just a little more, stepping closer to get a better look even while he touched himself. Soft moans escaped him as his gaze shifted from the other's dick to his ass and thighs, then along his toned torso and back down again. "I-isagi..." The teen moaned his name low and quiet, the urge to reach out and wrap his arm around