when love has another life
Title: When Love Has Another Life
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos.
WordCount: 1334
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
A/N: Just one of those fics you find and finish and wonder, wait, what?
“Wake up.”
Fernando smiles in his 'sleep', because he knows who's exactly in the crook his neck, warmly awakening him. “Why?” he teases.
A hand creeps at his side, lingering on his skin under his shirt. “Because.” Sergio mumbles on his shoulder. “I want to take you to the bed.”
“What's wrong with the sofa?” His eyes are still closed, but he knows too well that Sergio's gazing at him now, he feels it. Then there's warm lips on his cheek, curling in what could only be a smile. Fernando feels Sergio fit in between his legs perfectly, and hands already grabbing at his thighs through the cotton. Fernando's own fingers twitch at his side for the feel of Sergio already. He still doesn't utter one movement.
“There's not enough space here for what I want to do to you.”
Fernando out right laughs then. Sergio shushes him, leaning near his ear. “It's too early for that. Be quiet.” he whispers.
Fernando giggles lowly in return. “Then show me how to be quiet like you.”
He feels Sergio's eyes on him again. This time, his lips doesn't meet his cheek. “Follow my every instruction.” He says.
Fernando holds back a strong smile and nods. He feels Sergio instinctively poke at his dimple.
“Good.” And then, he seeks back to the crook of his neck again. “I'm going to try and carry you to the bedroom.”
“Really?” Fernando teases. He feels Sergio nod and he snorts. “You think you can handle that?”
Sergio doesn't answer. He leaves kisses up to his jaw and down to his shoulder. Rubs the tip of his nose there before speaking again, by then, Fernando has nearly fallen asleep. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Fernando manages to still follow, making it his first touch of Sergio since he's awakened. The heels of his feet dig happily into his tailbone.
Sergio hums. “Wrap your arms around me.”
Fernando follows again, circling his arms around Sergio's neck, burying his face in his shoulder. They're already both fitted together tightly and tenderly, Fernando almost wants to sleep this way. But then he thinks about the bed and how better that all may be.
“Hang on.” Sergio warns him before picking him up from the sofa.
They flop in the middle of the bed and Fernando can not stop laughing from when Sergio almost tripped over the rug in the hallway, or how near they were to possible fractures and broken bones then.
When he calms down, he finally opens his eyes. "Good Morning." he coos.
The sun shines from behind Sergio in the most purest way possible, making him brighter than he naturally is. His eyes are low and his smile is as warm as himself, all just for Fernando. "Good Morning." he says.
Fernando lets his fingers roam up his arms. "There's enough space now." He smirks. "What's next?"
Sergio's skin breaks out in light bumps under his finger tips. He hides his face in Fernando's neck again and literally heats up like coil.
"Everything else." he replies, deep as night.
Fernando sighs through his nose when Sergio starts to rock against him, softly and slow, and even beautifully if that's possible. It's all overwhelming that it makes his heart pulse loudly in his ears, watering his eyes.
He already feels how hot and hard Sergio is getting. He's still rocking slowly but much tighter now, prolonging the stimulation between their bodies. Fernando can already feel his voice crack in his throat as his cock rubs against Sergio's like there isn't any cotton trapping them. It takes the living soul out of him not to cry out when Sergio's teeth bare into his shoulder, sucking the flavor from his skin if there's any.
They're already so close and trembling, but wanting so much more. Fernando starts to pull Sergio's tee up and over his back, wanting to feel his naked torso against him. Sergio sits up a little to help him and to also take the opportunity to untie the drawstrings of Fernando's pajamas. Once his tee is off, Fernando's slips his own tee up, but not entirely off because Sergio's already on him again, pulling his pajamas down enough. A moan slips from Sergio when his hands are filled with Fernando's thighs and he flips them over suddenly.
It takes a while for Fernando to sit up in his lap and gaze down at him, matching their lustful eyes. He knows exactly what to do and he can't help but smirk a little when Sergio licks his lips in return. He wants them so badly between his teeth but he also wants to nurse what's under him, just as they both want. He moves back and ventures his hand in Sergio's boxer, unleashing his swollen dick. He licks his own lips for how red and slick it is with precum, for how he wants to just end it there and shove it down his own throat for him, but the way Sergio grinds up makes him forget the idea completely. He sits up in his lap again, successfully keeping up the work on his cock with his hand from behind, and Sergio's eyes flutter but he refuses to close them from this.
Fernando starts to pull down his own boxers a little, off his ass but still captured around his jutting hip bones and erection. He teases Sergio, rubbing back against him, just to send him slightly over the edge, and it works delightfully.
"Fer." he begs, digging his nails in Fernando's skin.
Fernando groans and angles Sergio's cock before removing his hands, and bracing them on his chest. Sergio doesn't give him time to prepare and shoves Fernando down on top of him, the whole entire way until Fernando lays on him and buries his face in his neck to stifle loose, sweet whimpers.
"It's too early for that." Sergio reminds him and Fernando slowly sits up again, face blossomed rose in it's perk places. He starts to bite his lip when he begins to circle his hips, moving Sergio's cock in and out of him, because he can not waste any time. Fernando closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, drinking on the intense sensual bolts that strike throughout his entire body. Sweat develops on the back of his neck and forehead, attracting his strands of brunette to stick to his skin.
Fernando can feel himself leak in his boxers, rub against the fabric in the most unbearable way and all he wants to do is shove his hand in there and jerk off in a fashion that would ruin this for them, so he keeps his pace on Sergio's dick and licks his own parted lips. Eventually though, a hand slithers in there, Sergio's hand, and touches him. He sets lose then, moving faster and breathing out harsher.
Fernando lays down and sinks himself further onto his dick, letting Sergio's hands move his hips and ass for him. He moves so fast then, flipping them over again, to where he's on top and madly but tenderly pumping Fernando's cock between them in time enough for every hoarse thrust he gives. Fernando can't stop the moans that slip from him then, can't stop pulling the soft hair of Sergio and adore every hit at his most precious spot inside himself, the spot that only Sergio can ignite.
Fernando wakes up breathing deeply from his sleep. Head throbbing, skin clammy, and mouth dry, but when he sits up it all pours out of him over the bed. And the pain makes him cry, because it's sickening to wake up alone now, to battle a heart with keening questions that he doesn't know how to answer. The dreams, he never knows how to answer them, so he cries, always.
Waking up in reality is the worse, but sometimes it's unfortunately infinite than others.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos.
WordCount: 1334
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
A/N: Just one of those fics you find and finish and wonder, wait, what?
“Wake up.”
Fernando smiles in his 'sleep', because he knows who's exactly in the crook his neck, warmly awakening him. “Why?” he teases.
A hand creeps at his side, lingering on his skin under his shirt. “Because.” Sergio mumbles on his shoulder. “I want to take you to the bed.”
“What's wrong with the sofa?” His eyes are still closed, but he knows too well that Sergio's gazing at him now, he feels it. Then there's warm lips on his cheek, curling in what could only be a smile. Fernando feels Sergio fit in between his legs perfectly, and hands already grabbing at his thighs through the cotton. Fernando's own fingers twitch at his side for the feel of Sergio already. He still doesn't utter one movement.
“There's not enough space here for what I want to do to you.”
Fernando out right laughs then. Sergio shushes him, leaning near his ear. “It's too early for that. Be quiet.” he whispers.
Fernando giggles lowly in return. “Then show me how to be quiet like you.”
He feels Sergio's eyes on him again. This time, his lips doesn't meet his cheek. “Follow my every instruction.” He says.
Fernando holds back a strong smile and nods. He feels Sergio instinctively poke at his dimple.
“Good.” And then, he seeks back to the crook of his neck again. “I'm going to try and carry you to the bedroom.”
“Really?” Fernando teases. He feels Sergio nod and he snorts. “You think you can handle that?”
Sergio doesn't answer. He leaves kisses up to his jaw and down to his shoulder. Rubs the tip of his nose there before speaking again, by then, Fernando has nearly fallen asleep. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Fernando manages to still follow, making it his first touch of Sergio since he's awakened. The heels of his feet dig happily into his tailbone.
Sergio hums. “Wrap your arms around me.”
Fernando follows again, circling his arms around Sergio's neck, burying his face in his shoulder. They're already both fitted together tightly and tenderly, Fernando almost wants to sleep this way. But then he thinks about the bed and how better that all may be.
“Hang on.” Sergio warns him before picking him up from the sofa.
They flop in the middle of the bed and Fernando can not stop laughing from when Sergio almost tripped over the rug in the hallway, or how near they were to possible fractures and broken bones then.
When he calms down, he finally opens his eyes. "Good Morning." he coos.
The sun shines from behind Sergio in the most purest way possible, making him brighter than he naturally is. His eyes are low and his smile is as warm as himself, all just for Fernando. "Good Morning." he says.
Fernando lets his fingers roam up his arms. "There's enough space now." He smirks. "What's next?"
Sergio's skin breaks out in light bumps under his finger tips. He hides his face in Fernando's neck again and literally heats up like coil.
"Everything else." he replies, deep as night.
Fernando sighs through his nose when Sergio starts to rock against him, softly and slow, and even beautifully if that's possible. It's all overwhelming that it makes his heart pulse loudly in his ears, watering his eyes.
He already feels how hot and hard Sergio is getting. He's still rocking slowly but much tighter now, prolonging the stimulation between their bodies. Fernando can already feel his voice crack in his throat as his cock rubs against Sergio's like there isn't any cotton trapping them. It takes the living soul out of him not to cry out when Sergio's teeth bare into his shoulder, sucking the flavor from his skin if there's any.
They're already so close and trembling, but wanting so much more. Fernando starts to pull Sergio's tee up and over his back, wanting to feel his naked torso against him. Sergio sits up a little to help him and to also take the opportunity to untie the drawstrings of Fernando's pajamas. Once his tee is off, Fernando's slips his own tee up, but not entirely off because Sergio's already on him again, pulling his pajamas down enough. A moan slips from Sergio when his hands are filled with Fernando's thighs and he flips them over suddenly.
It takes a while for Fernando to sit up in his lap and gaze down at him, matching their lustful eyes. He knows exactly what to do and he can't help but smirk a little when Sergio licks his lips in return. He wants them so badly between his teeth but he also wants to nurse what's under him, just as they both want. He moves back and ventures his hand in Sergio's boxer, unleashing his swollen dick. He licks his own lips for how red and slick it is with precum, for how he wants to just end it there and shove it down his own throat for him, but the way Sergio grinds up makes him forget the idea completely. He sits up in his lap again, successfully keeping up the work on his cock with his hand from behind, and Sergio's eyes flutter but he refuses to close them from this.
Fernando starts to pull down his own boxers a little, off his ass but still captured around his jutting hip bones and erection. He teases Sergio, rubbing back against him, just to send him slightly over the edge, and it works delightfully.
"Fer." he begs, digging his nails in Fernando's skin.
Fernando groans and angles Sergio's cock before removing his hands, and bracing them on his chest. Sergio doesn't give him time to prepare and shoves Fernando down on top of him, the whole entire way until Fernando lays on him and buries his face in his neck to stifle loose, sweet whimpers.
"It's too early for that." Sergio reminds him and Fernando slowly sits up again, face blossomed rose in it's perk places. He starts to bite his lip when he begins to circle his hips, moving Sergio's cock in and out of him, because he can not waste any time. Fernando closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, drinking on the intense sensual bolts that strike throughout his entire body. Sweat develops on the back of his neck and forehead, attracting his strands of brunette to stick to his skin.
Fernando can feel himself leak in his boxers, rub against the fabric in the most unbearable way and all he wants to do is shove his hand in there and jerk off in a fashion that would ruin this for them, so he keeps his pace on Sergio's dick and licks his own parted lips. Eventually though, a hand slithers in there, Sergio's hand, and touches him. He sets lose then, moving faster and breathing out harsher.
Fernando lays down and sinks himself further onto his dick, letting Sergio's hands move his hips and ass for him. He moves so fast then, flipping them over again, to where he's on top and madly but tenderly pumping Fernando's cock between them in time enough for every hoarse thrust he gives. Fernando can't stop the moans that slip from him then, can't stop pulling the soft hair of Sergio and adore every hit at his most precious spot inside himself, the spot that only Sergio can ignite.
Fernando wakes up breathing deeply from his sleep. Head throbbing, skin clammy, and mouth dry, but when he sits up it all pours out of him over the bed. And the pain makes him cry, because it's sickening to wake up alone now, to battle a heart with keening questions that he doesn't know how to answer. The dreams, he never knows how to answer them, so he cries, always.
Waking up in reality is the worse, but sometimes it's unfortunately infinite than others.