out; one drabble
Title: Dolcezza
Pairing: Kakà/Andriy Shevchenko
Rating: PG
“Dolcezza, dolcezza,” Andriy murmurs into his neck, fingers tugging possessively on the soft curls around his ear, and Kakà wants to push him away - really - say, “I’m not -” (your sweetheart, twenty-two, falling for this again); say, “You can’t just -” (take me, love me, leave me); say, “Dear God -” (I hate you, forgive me, don’t stop, do that again). But the words are choked impossibly tight, (in)sensibly refusing voice, and the marching band in his heart is beating out a betraying rhythm, loud and commanding. “Cuore mio,” Andriy promises smoothly, sweetly, “amore mio, shh. Shh, it’ll be okay.”
Pairing: Kakà/Andriy Shevchenko
Rating: PG
“Dolcezza, dolcezza,” Andriy murmurs into his neck, fingers tugging possessively on the soft curls around his ear, and Kakà wants to push him away - really - say, “I’m not -” (your sweetheart, twenty-two, falling for this again); say, “You can’t just -” (take me, love me, leave me); say, “Dear God -” (I hate you, forgive me, don’t stop, do that again). But the words are choked impossibly tight, (in)sensibly refusing voice, and the marching band in his heart is beating out a betraying rhythm, loud and commanding. “Cuore mio,” Andriy promises smoothly, sweetly, “amore mio, shh. Shh, it’ll be okay.”