Footie RPS Ficlet: A Sister's Gift (Ronnie/Arjen, NC-17)
A Sister's Gift - Chapter 2/3
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17 (or strong R)
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Arjen Robben
Summary: A couple of rather upsetting gifts for Arjen's birthday turn out to be fun in the end.
Author's Note:
It's based on the kinky photomanips I did and the RPG pairing.
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
Dedicated to leetje. *squishes*
Not sure when I'll be able to finish the 3rd chapter.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
~ Part 1 ~
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The way it looked Cristiano’s jaw was about to drop. Well, Cris should’ve known better than to dare him to anything. He was a prankster at heart, always up for the stuff people dished out at him. And so far he had never lost a bet, though he nearly had fainted during the nipple piercing ordeal Mateja had dared him to.
“Cat got your tongue?” Arjen asked, waiting for Cristiano to obviously chicken out.
But the Portuguese cleared his throat, rubbed his jaw as if thinking about something. Then looked straight at him and Arjen could see a faint blush spread on his lover’s cheeks.
“I’ll wear something you pick,” he said, waving his hands over the stuff on the bed before hastily adding. “But only in here.”
Now that indeed was a surprise, his prudish lover who moments ago had been fighting with his sister that he would never wear something like this, was now offering to wear something if he made the first step. That certainly was an opportunity Arjen would not let pass.
“You do know if I try something on we will have to keep it,” Arjen said, pointing to the price tag on one of the boxes.
“So? I think we have enough money,” Cristiano said and shrugged, as usual not caring about spending money at all.
“Yes, but your sister intended this to be a gift and stuff like that does not come cheap.” Arjen said, worrying that Katia might not now what she had gotten herself into.
“She can afford this believe me,” Cristiano assured him.
“Right then,” Arjen said, looking at the boxes. “I’ll let you pick what you want me to wear.”
Cristiano smirked at him but Arjen just shrugged. He hadn’t seen anything nasty in those boxes. A few collars, assorted leather and latex clothes but no corsets, nor high heels. He wouldn’t be too fond of wearing those as he couldn’t walk in them without tripping. And corsets were an entirely different story; he hated not being able to breathe. And fainting in such a situation wouldn’t do.
Again Cris touched the garments like they would snap at him and Arjen had to suppress another snicker. His lover could be so vanilla. And sometimes Arjen wondered if being in a gay relationship was already the kinkiest Cristiano could think of.
Not that the sex wasn’t great, it sure was, but before Cris had met him, the Portuguese hadn’t even known what rimming was. Smiling Arjen remembered the reaction of the Portuguese as he had teased his arse with his tongue for the first time.
In the end he had been right to do it without asking for permission, Cristiano had enjoyed it immensely. He might have never topped a guy before he met Cris, but he sure knew his way around when it came to sexual favours.
“This… I want you to wear this.” Cristiano turned around, holding up a red shirt and thong made out of latex.
“What is it with you and making me wear red?” Arjen asked, pulling off his shoes and socks. “Will you one day forgive me for beating United with Chelsea and winning the title?”
“You were lucky that’s all,” Cristiano snorted, giving him a disapproving look.
“Three times? You call three times winning the trophy lucky?” he said, shaking his head and opening his belt buckle. “Right, dream on lover boy.”
He walked over to Cristiano who silently handed him the bright red outfit, and then went behind the folding screen. As he slipped out of his jeans and shirt he heard Cristiano give a little shriek and then mutter something. Poking his head out to the side, Arjen saw that Cristiano had sat down on the bed and was currently holding something that looked close to nipple clamps between his fingers.
”Your sister sure has the best ideas,” Arjen said, winding him up some more. “Cris, was there by any chance something else in the box with the outfit?”
“You mean this?” Cristiano held up a small bottle.
“Yes, I think that’s what I need,” he said, nodding his head. “Throw.”
Catching the bottle he inspected it and grinned. “Perfect!”
“What was that?” Cristiano asked.
“It’s silicon oil. A big help getting into latex clothes,” Arjen explained.
“How… how do you know?”
Arjen laughed, he had just been waiting for this reaction. “I used to have a similar shirt.” He said, rubbing some of the oil onto his skin.
“The shirt isn’t a real problem to get into, but trousers or shorts can be,” He went on, slipping into the shirt, which fit him like a second skin. And thankfully he had no trouble getting into the thong at all.
“Trousers? Shorts?” Cristiano gasped. “I don’t want to know!”
“I didn’t think you would,” Arjen stated, stepping out from behind the screen and waggling his hips. “Tadaaa!”
Cristiano blinked, raised his eyebrows and then started to laugh, which caused Arjen to roll his eyes. “You wait till I let you prance around in front of me.”
Immediately the laughter died on Cristiano’s lips. “Now?” he asked, his cheeks colouring in a nice shade of pink again.
Arjen sighed, oh well he would give him some more time. “Later, right now... don’t you want to touch me?”
He saw Cristiano bite his lips as if the Portuguese couldn’t decide on what to say. But Arjen knew just how to get the response he wanted from him, or at least he hoped he would.
Running his fingers over his latex covered chest, Arjen closed his eyes and moaned as his left hand cupped the prominent bulge between his legs. He slipped his hand inside the thong and gave his hardening cock a firm squeeze, while softly rubbing his thumb over the sensitive tip.
When he heard Cristiano mewl he slowly opened his eyes. So this trick still worked. Cris never liked it when he touched himself in front of him. It wasn’t that his lover disliked the sight, no quite the contrary but Cristiano always wanted to touch him instead of watching him.
Arjen kept his gaze on Cristiano, as he walked over to the bed all the while still stroking himself slowly, judging by the look on Cristiano’s face he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him now.
And he had been right; as soon as he came close enough, Cristiano grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap, crushing his lips on Arjen’s. The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongue like their kisses used to be when they didn’t see each other on a daily basis. And Arjen was pleased as he felt Cristiano clutch his latex shirt, fingers digging into his skin through it.
Arjen drew back and flicked his tongue against Cristiano’s swollen bottom lip, moaning low in his throat, as one of Cristiano’s hands found its way under the thong and gave his cock a firm squeeze.
The next moment he found himself on his back, with Cristiano looming above him. The Portuguese stroked over the latex shirt and Arjen could feel the heat of his fingers through the material as the moved over his chest and belly.
“It feels… strange,” Cristiano said, but didn’t take his fingers of the rubbery material. “Cold, yet warm.”
Arjen smiled at him and nodded. “It would feel even stranger were we under the shower.”
Suddenly Cristiano looked up at him and started to giggle. “You’d feel like a fish.”
“I will give you like a fish.” Arjen tried to sit up but Cristiano effectively pinned him down, grinning at him.
“Stay still…”
“If you say fishy I’m going to kill you,” Arjen said, glaring at Cristiano who gave him a mischievous smile but then shook his head.
He stopped struggling and Cristiano immediately let go of his wrists. Shifting the Portuguese bent down and placed an open-mouthed kiss over Arjen’s hip bone which was half covered by the waistband of the latex thong.
“Move,” Cristiano said, nudging him and Arjen complied, raising his hips to let him draw down the flimsy garment. He groaned as Cristiano’s fingers curled around his hard cock, stroking it from the base to the tip just like he had done earlier.
Cristiano’s firm strokes drew whimper after whimper from him, god he was already so close experiencing that familiar tingling feeling in his balls. But not yet, no it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Reaching out he grabbed Cristiano’s hand firmly. “Stop, please.” Cristiano gave him a puzzled look but did stop and let go of his throbbing prick.
”What’s wrong?” The Portuguese asked, frowning at him.
“I don’t want to come… yet.” Arjen said, and then pointed to the packages. “Your turn now.”
“But…” Cristiano started, Arjen cut him off and waggled his finger at him.
“Don’t try to wriggle your way out now,” he growled. “And don’t give me the puppy-eyed look. It won’t help you at all.”
Sitting up, he reached for the cardboard boxes and rummaged through them. He had already decided to go lightly on Cristiano, knowing that his lover was still rather uncomfortable with this whole situation.
It didn’t take him long to find the perfect outfit for the Portuguese. It wasn’t all that kinky in his eyes, or maybe it was, but it was a far cry from the latex stuff Cristiano had made him wear.
“There you go,” Arjen said, handing him the clothes he had chosen. “Not all that bad is it?”
“No, but I will feel silly wearing that,” Cristiano whined at him.
“I promise I will not laugh.” Arjen reached for him and gave him a sloppy kiss. “Unlike you did.”
Cristiano made a frustrated noise then went behind the folding screen. Arjen laid back and crossed his arms behind his head, oh yes; Cris would definitely look good in that.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
TBC…
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17 (or strong R)
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Arjen Robben
Summary: A couple of rather upsetting gifts for Arjen's birthday turn out to be fun in the end.
Author's Note:
It's based on the kinky photomanips I did and the RPG pairing.
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
Dedicated to leetje. *squishes*
Not sure when I'll be able to finish the 3rd chapter.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
~ Part 1 ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The way it looked Cristiano’s jaw was about to drop. Well, Cris should’ve known better than to dare him to anything. He was a prankster at heart, always up for the stuff people dished out at him. And so far he had never lost a bet, though he nearly had fainted during the nipple piercing ordeal Mateja had dared him to.
“Cat got your tongue?” Arjen asked, waiting for Cristiano to obviously chicken out.
But the Portuguese cleared his throat, rubbed his jaw as if thinking about something. Then looked straight at him and Arjen could see a faint blush spread on his lover’s cheeks.
“I’ll wear something you pick,” he said, waving his hands over the stuff on the bed before hastily adding. “But only in here.”
Now that indeed was a surprise, his prudish lover who moments ago had been fighting with his sister that he would never wear something like this, was now offering to wear something if he made the first step. That certainly was an opportunity Arjen would not let pass.
“You do know if I try something on we will have to keep it,” Arjen said, pointing to the price tag on one of the boxes.
“So? I think we have enough money,” Cristiano said and shrugged, as usual not caring about spending money at all.
“Yes, but your sister intended this to be a gift and stuff like that does not come cheap.” Arjen said, worrying that Katia might not now what she had gotten herself into.
“She can afford this believe me,” Cristiano assured him.
“Right then,” Arjen said, looking at the boxes. “I’ll let you pick what you want me to wear.”
Cristiano smirked at him but Arjen just shrugged. He hadn’t seen anything nasty in those boxes. A few collars, assorted leather and latex clothes but no corsets, nor high heels. He wouldn’t be too fond of wearing those as he couldn’t walk in them without tripping. And corsets were an entirely different story; he hated not being able to breathe. And fainting in such a situation wouldn’t do.
Again Cris touched the garments like they would snap at him and Arjen had to suppress another snicker. His lover could be so vanilla. And sometimes Arjen wondered if being in a gay relationship was already the kinkiest Cristiano could think of.
Not that the sex wasn’t great, it sure was, but before Cris had met him, the Portuguese hadn’t even known what rimming was. Smiling Arjen remembered the reaction of the Portuguese as he had teased his arse with his tongue for the first time.
In the end he had been right to do it without asking for permission, Cristiano had enjoyed it immensely. He might have never topped a guy before he met Cris, but he sure knew his way around when it came to sexual favours.
“This… I want you to wear this.” Cristiano turned around, holding up a red shirt and thong made out of latex.
“What is it with you and making me wear red?” Arjen asked, pulling off his shoes and socks. “Will you one day forgive me for beating United with Chelsea and winning the title?”
“You were lucky that’s all,” Cristiano snorted, giving him a disapproving look.
“Three times? You call three times winning the trophy lucky?” he said, shaking his head and opening his belt buckle. “Right, dream on lover boy.”
He walked over to Cristiano who silently handed him the bright red outfit, and then went behind the folding screen. As he slipped out of his jeans and shirt he heard Cristiano give a little shriek and then mutter something. Poking his head out to the side, Arjen saw that Cristiano had sat down on the bed and was currently holding something that looked close to nipple clamps between his fingers.
”Your sister sure has the best ideas,” Arjen said, winding him up some more. “Cris, was there by any chance something else in the box with the outfit?”
“You mean this?” Cristiano held up a small bottle.
“Yes, I think that’s what I need,” he said, nodding his head. “Throw.”
Catching the bottle he inspected it and grinned. “Perfect!”
“What was that?” Cristiano asked.
“It’s silicon oil. A big help getting into latex clothes,” Arjen explained.
“How… how do you know?”
Arjen laughed, he had just been waiting for this reaction. “I used to have a similar shirt.” He said, rubbing some of the oil onto his skin.
“The shirt isn’t a real problem to get into, but trousers or shorts can be,” He went on, slipping into the shirt, which fit him like a second skin. And thankfully he had no trouble getting into the thong at all.
“Trousers? Shorts?” Cristiano gasped. “I don’t want to know!”
“I didn’t think you would,” Arjen stated, stepping out from behind the screen and waggling his hips. “Tadaaa!”
Cristiano blinked, raised his eyebrows and then started to laugh, which caused Arjen to roll his eyes. “You wait till I let you prance around in front of me.”
Immediately the laughter died on Cristiano’s lips. “Now?” he asked, his cheeks colouring in a nice shade of pink again.
Arjen sighed, oh well he would give him some more time. “Later, right now... don’t you want to touch me?”
He saw Cristiano bite his lips as if the Portuguese couldn’t decide on what to say. But Arjen knew just how to get the response he wanted from him, or at least he hoped he would.
Running his fingers over his latex covered chest, Arjen closed his eyes and moaned as his left hand cupped the prominent bulge between his legs. He slipped his hand inside the thong and gave his hardening cock a firm squeeze, while softly rubbing his thumb over the sensitive tip.
When he heard Cristiano mewl he slowly opened his eyes. So this trick still worked. Cris never liked it when he touched himself in front of him. It wasn’t that his lover disliked the sight, no quite the contrary but Cristiano always wanted to touch him instead of watching him.
Arjen kept his gaze on Cristiano, as he walked over to the bed all the while still stroking himself slowly, judging by the look on Cristiano’s face he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him now.
And he had been right; as soon as he came close enough, Cristiano grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap, crushing his lips on Arjen’s. The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongue like their kisses used to be when they didn’t see each other on a daily basis. And Arjen was pleased as he felt Cristiano clutch his latex shirt, fingers digging into his skin through it.
Arjen drew back and flicked his tongue against Cristiano’s swollen bottom lip, moaning low in his throat, as one of Cristiano’s hands found its way under the thong and gave his cock a firm squeeze.
The next moment he found himself on his back, with Cristiano looming above him. The Portuguese stroked over the latex shirt and Arjen could feel the heat of his fingers through the material as the moved over his chest and belly.
“It feels… strange,” Cristiano said, but didn’t take his fingers of the rubbery material. “Cold, yet warm.”
Arjen smiled at him and nodded. “It would feel even stranger were we under the shower.”
Suddenly Cristiano looked up at him and started to giggle. “You’d feel like a fish.”
“I will give you like a fish.” Arjen tried to sit up but Cristiano effectively pinned him down, grinning at him.
“Stay still…”
“If you say fishy I’m going to kill you,” Arjen said, glaring at Cristiano who gave him a mischievous smile but then shook his head.
He stopped struggling and Cristiano immediately let go of his wrists. Shifting the Portuguese bent down and placed an open-mouthed kiss over Arjen’s hip bone which was half covered by the waistband of the latex thong.
“Move,” Cristiano said, nudging him and Arjen complied, raising his hips to let him draw down the flimsy garment. He groaned as Cristiano’s fingers curled around his hard cock, stroking it from the base to the tip just like he had done earlier.
Cristiano’s firm strokes drew whimper after whimper from him, god he was already so close experiencing that familiar tingling feeling in his balls. But not yet, no it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Reaching out he grabbed Cristiano’s hand firmly. “Stop, please.” Cristiano gave him a puzzled look but did stop and let go of his throbbing prick.
”What’s wrong?” The Portuguese asked, frowning at him.
“I don’t want to come… yet.” Arjen said, and then pointed to the packages. “Your turn now.”
“But…” Cristiano started, Arjen cut him off and waggled his finger at him.
“Don’t try to wriggle your way out now,” he growled. “And don’t give me the puppy-eyed look. It won’t help you at all.”
Sitting up, he reached for the cardboard boxes and rummaged through them. He had already decided to go lightly on Cristiano, knowing that his lover was still rather uncomfortable with this whole situation.
It didn’t take him long to find the perfect outfit for the Portuguese. It wasn’t all that kinky in his eyes, or maybe it was, but it was a far cry from the latex stuff Cristiano had made him wear.
“There you go,” Arjen said, handing him the clothes he had chosen. “Not all that bad is it?”
“No, but I will feel silly wearing that,” Cristiano whined at him.
“I promise I will not laugh.” Arjen reached for him and gave him a sloppy kiss. “Unlike you did.”
Cristiano made a frustrated noise then went behind the folding screen. Arjen laid back and crossed his arms behind his head, oh yes; Cris would definitely look good in that.
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TBC…