Rating: Not Rated Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Multi Fandom: Blue Lock (Manga) Relationships:Michael Kaiser/Alexis Ness Michael Kaiser/Don Lorenzo Don Lorenzo/Alexis Ness Michael Kaiser/Don Lorenzo/Alexis Ness Characters:Michael Kaiser Alexis Ness Don Lorenzo (Blue Lock) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Dress Up, Hotel Sex, Drinking, Gift Giving, Humor, Role Reversal, Sexual Roleplay, Crossdressing Language: English Stats: Published:2026-01-25 Updated:2026-01-25 Words:3,778 Chapters:1/2 Summary: Things between Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness and Don Lorenzo have settled into something both familiar and comfortable, so they have decided to each pick out sexy attire for the other two to wear during their mini-getaway. With little guidance outside of 'sexy', each one decides on a very different path, revealing a bit more than they anticipate about themselves as they redress each other.

Bespoke - chapter 1
3.8k - bllk lrkins established relationship/sexy dress up

With little guidance outside of 'sexy', each one decides on a very different path, revealing a bit more than they anticipate about themselves as they redress each other.

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he specifically wants to plan it so you can attend so keep touch

we might be doing a bllk meet-up so lmk

but are you cosplaying reo

a digital drawing of alexis ness from blue lock from the shoulders up. it is inked with highly variable line weight and heavy contrast on the hair rendering. he is very, very fluffy.

hbd alexis ness bllk

hair time hair time hair time

vervain/valerian root can help and i had some gummies that did pretty well too and there's no shame in needing a little bit of chemical aid, just please take care of yourself and don't rely on entering survival mode to fix an acute issue now

there are some supplements that can help in my exp for sleep but if you need to talk through some stuff lmk, knowing the source is the first step to finding a strategy that doesn't involve the tightrope over oblivion and you're already there

gently bullies you from afar to take care of yourself and not push yourself into a worse position by relying on your body's breaking point to arrive before your mind's

okay then yeah similar but without the shaking specifically, it just becomes kinda loathsome lmao

i don't shake but i do generally just pass off a link to a couple people and hit post bc looking at it/reading it again would prevent me from ever doing so, so idk might be a way of getting around it but ymmv

also knsr mentioned isagi teaming with sae so they all blame him for everything too and would gladly destroy his ass if he's on real lmao

the other parallel is the sae/rin scene, which i think has the potential to then play out as kaiser going to madrid and pairing up with sae, ness becoming rin's mid instead bc bllk will give him his own ego (lmao), then the two of them going after their former 'only him' partners at the end

see, i think that's the top-level read intended, but i think it's the reverse as far as which of them is more unstable/dangerous. like i said in a diff comment, they haven't reminded us about ness's true nature in a while and i think the niko panel is the last red herring before our sweet boy freaks

i mean this as in 'with a knife', ftr

a fistfight would be good but showing up after lights-out would be even better

i'm literally living for the yandere meltdown that's brewing and i'm equally happy for it to be against isagi or kaiser, bc both are valid and good lmao

i think the niko panel is the last red herring before he freaks out. knsr seeded him as being a sweet, polite boy, then showed that he was actually a little bitch and scheming af, then the near-break over isagi, then the delusional background with kaiser, like we have 'forgotten' how he really is

oh, 100%. i do a ton of science comms stuff for funzies and the wonder ness considers 'magic' exists in those moments. i had a physics prof that was like that, just total enchantment, made mistakes and wanted to see what happened anyway, he was why i finally enjoyed science/math. git gud.

bumper sticker reading 'science, like magic but real'

ness's parents be like

purple shampoo bc i'm worth it now (and don't know the mineral content of my water here and need it to not make things Weird)

a bottle of adore brand hair dye in sapphire blue.

weekend plans

c'mon ness, freak out already

oh you're close, that shouldn't be an issue! our group might have a whole spare room still for katsu but this is pretty last minute and it's not cheap unless you could fill said room in the next couple weeks, but i can see if we have it/could transfer if that was the only barrier

ty ty ty

i need to go back and finish it but a lot has happened and i cannot stress how high i was so it needs some retrofitting too lmao

they do fuck in the bathroom tho!

oh nice! i haven't heard of that one before but 18+ cons can be a real breath of fresh air. i was being nosy bc katsu is coming up and i was wondering if that was the one

“Better entertain me, fool,” Kaiser warned. Lorenzo’s smirk widened and he rocked toward Kaiser, looming ominously over him. His hands ghosted over Kaiser, never quite touching him as they moved. It was a threat that Kaiser did not shy from, a common enough exchange made wordlessly between them. Could he, should he, pretty please may he? Lorenzo was dead on the outside, Kaiser on the inside. If Lorenzo was up for some necrophilia, how could Kaiser not rise to the invitation? The synth rose, brash and blaring, cheering them on, setting the pace. Lorenzo’s fingertips brushed first, dragging the fabric at Kaiser’s hips as he moved. They trailed up, to where his waist dipped narrowest, then followed the arc of his ribcage upward, walking up his sternum. The fingers splayed before his eyes as they rose, fanned and twisting like the lightshow girl’s, a testament to Lorenzo’s commitment to his hobby. Even without the ringlights, the way his long fingers moved meant to mesmerize. He’d done this before, many times, and had honed his craft. He was an adequate accompaniment to the trip, intended to be part of the experience. The best Italy had to offer included him, apparently. Kaiser threw his head back, rising as if pulled by a string attached to his chest. Lorenzo mimed dragging him, slowly leaning back himself. Lead him, drag him wherever you wished, he would follow.

Once he began to lean forward, Lorenzo touched him properly for the first time, fingertips pressed against Kaiser’s shoulderblades. His hands sprang into motion, skittering like spiders across his back, a sensation that gave him goosebumps even without the aid of the pill. He shivered, pressing into his hands, testing how firmly he dared hold. Lorenzo did not shy from him and held him firmly. They were linked for this experience, for the dance and whatever lay beyond. Up his fingers trailed, past the base of the rattails, filtering into his hair. They moved across his scalp toward his jaw, curving down his throat toward his chest. Kaiser leaned back again, allowing them to move quickly toward his stomach. They diverged again, swerving sharply to the sides, catching him around his waist. There, he guided the dance, the distance between them, urged Kaiser on as he arched again. Was Don Lorenzo a filthy homosexual, or was he just Italian? What did he do to survive and how did that erode his inhibitions? Kaiser had never really considered Lorenzo worth his time or effort, but he was undeniably on his mind now. Was he imagining Kaiser was someone else, allowing his long hair and thick thighs to blur his masculinity? Was this a game of dancefloor chicken, and what did Lorenzo consider losing? Lorenzo wasn’t Kaiser’s type, in any way. His shitty little beard was too manly, his hollow cheeks less than appealing. He was too long, stretched thin, perpetually starving. The way he moved

was unnerving, upsetting, nothing graceful or beautiful about him. He was a ghoul, through and through, something to be feared rather than admired. He was a predator too, the self-proclaimed ‘Ace Eater’ that hunted talent just like Kaiser did. He was gaudy and gauche, always ready to boast of his discerning eye. Kaiser didn’t wait for talent to catch his eye, he attacked where it began, before it flourished. The best defense was a good offense, after all. Lorenzo didn’t have to be his type. Lorenzo was a means to an end, a tool in his self-destruction. It was better that he wasn’t; it felt more like a punishment then. He wasn’t really worried about what might happen. It wouldn’t be anything he didn’t deserve. Lorenzo would also take care of him, no matter what his bravado otherwise implied. He caught him without hesitation, he was concerned over the vague implications earlier, and beyond real concern, he had his own career to worry about. It wouldn’t help his career if he was the one who drugged Michael Kaiser and left him up to fate. Dangerous without true danger, exciting but safe. Weak.

Kaiser was the one who pressed forward, introducing the first friction. Lorenzo didn’t back down from it, and met him with a responding roll of his hips. It was enough to assume he’d go through with anything he was offered, as most men were. Whether he considered it taboo or not didn’t really matter, how he identified himself didn’t matter, what mattered was that Kaiser met whatever arbitrary measure of attractiveness that Lorenzo used right now, in this moment. Thankfully, he knew what he was doing, or was confident enough to mask his ignorance. He knew how to move them, the proper angles and gestures to adequately tease them both. Kaiser could get hard easily enough, Lorenzo must have assumed. He was already well on his way, in fact. Kaiser could feel his pulse in his cock, the way he ached and how each grind was too fleeting to provide any kind of satisfaction. This was the first test, but Kaiser had no desire to pass it anymore. That wasn’t the point. He rocked forward again, offset slightly to signal his intent, and Lorenzo responded immediately, bony thigh slipping between Kaiser’s. His long fingers squeezed, hands guiding Kaiser to ride his thigh. Kaiser allowed himself to be moved, manhandled, an indescribable sensation moving up through him from the contact. He tested Lorenzo’s limits, allowed himself to lean back and his own fingertips to trail up Lorenzo’s torso and chest. As they reached his collarbone, they departed, only for Lorenzo to tug him closer, just enough to press his cheek against one of the retreating hands. Kaiser cupped him without a thought, let him nuzzle cheerfully against his palm.

anyway uhhh i've never done wip wednesday or w/e and it is thursday but have some lrki i started while really high over a year ago that is tangentially relevant to my ramble about the bllk dance AU

what con are you hitting?