Silent Love
Title: Silent Love
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 656
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
Summary: La noche before el partido con Francés.
I'm sorry in advance. "It's been a while."
“Touch me.” sighs through the night’s muttered rain.
Sergio can’t see him, but he can feel his thick, warm body rest itself onto him. He can hear him breathe heavier as their thighs touch, the beat of his heart thumping through his T-shirt against his own chest. And then, it’s his lips, delicately so and yet scorching him upon his cold ones. A tongue cuts it’s way through his lips and suddenly he’s burning up as much as he is. His hands make their way to the meat under the visitor’s ass and squeezes it, digging his nails into what feels like the highest fahrenheit of heaven. Moans puur into his mouth, as smooth as the ripples of an ocean, and it’s as if everything snaps together as the rest of him figures out what’s going on.
“Fernando.”
It comes out like a growl, impulsive. His hands have traveled up Fernando’s boxers and onto his hips, pushing them towards his own. Fernando pants his wet breath down his neck sending a shiver throughout his body that triggers him to grind his hips upwards, immediately receiving a whimper. He keeps moving at a slacken rate, trying to dwell in the fever that they’ve created. It’s when the heat rises that Sergio is hit with not wanting it to end. He doesn’t want to see Fernando the next day acting like it never happened, breathe through the pain that he’s always tried to throw away.
Roughly, he flips them over with a groan unintentionally leaving his throat.
He sits up on his hand and knees above him, making sure they’re not touching, but their eyes are still stuck together, glowing in lust and, from Fernando, confusion. With his new hair scattered across his forehead and sweat sliding down his rose-soaked cheeks, he doesn’t even look like someone who has children, who can look like a little boy among them while turning around and fuck someone mindless with his daily death glares and midnight high-pitched whines.
“Don’t say anything.” Sergio hardly says stable. It’s taking everything not to let his emotions burn him before the night ends.
He just wants this to last, like a flavor in his mouth.
He moves further down where he’s face-to-face to an enraged cock through damp boxers. He can hear the blonde try to stop him with a soft mutter of lost words, but he ignores him and the wandering hand that finds it’s way in his wet hair.
A light gasp escapes Fernando when Sergio puts his mouth on him. He licks and sucks roughly through the fabric before pulling it down, hard enough for where Fernando doesn’t even have to move. He swallows him immediately, takes the hot and cold sweetness down his throat as if he’s done it several times before, making the fingers in his hair pull at him. Sergio moans from the delight of it all, from the fact that Fernando isn’t even making a sound. It’s electrifying enough to take away his voice, render him breathless as the room fills entirely of his tiny puffs of air and Sergio’s mouth popping.
He hears his name in Fernando’s weak voice once, twice with the thrill of his sweet tongue as the rain comes down harder. He feels Fernando’s warm thighs begin to hug him as his climax travels over and over again as Sergio teases him, making Fernando whimper as if he’s in pain. Sergio licks from the root to the head of his pulsing, mesmerizing length before leaving it completely to shove his way into Fernando’s mouth that quivers when they meet. All he has to do is rub his hips into him again, causing an explosion out of Fernando as their kiss deepens into a climax, and then multiple as Sergio doesn’t-can’t stop, having them the wettest mess they ever made outside of a muddy fútbol field and the recent months of nights like these.
“Tócame.”
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 656
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
Summary: La noche before el partido con Francés.
I'm sorry in advance. "It's been a while."
“Touch me.” sighs through the night’s muttered rain.
Sergio can’t see him, but he can feel his thick, warm body rest itself onto him. He can hear him breathe heavier as their thighs touch, the beat of his heart thumping through his T-shirt against his own chest. And then, it’s his lips, delicately so and yet scorching him upon his cold ones. A tongue cuts it’s way through his lips and suddenly he’s burning up as much as he is. His hands make their way to the meat under the visitor’s ass and squeezes it, digging his nails into what feels like the highest fahrenheit of heaven. Moans puur into his mouth, as smooth as the ripples of an ocean, and it’s as if everything snaps together as the rest of him figures out what’s going on.
“Fernando.”
It comes out like a growl, impulsive. His hands have traveled up Fernando’s boxers and onto his hips, pushing them towards his own. Fernando pants his wet breath down his neck sending a shiver throughout his body that triggers him to grind his hips upwards, immediately receiving a whimper. He keeps moving at a slacken rate, trying to dwell in the fever that they’ve created. It’s when the heat rises that Sergio is hit with not wanting it to end. He doesn’t want to see Fernando the next day acting like it never happened, breathe through the pain that he’s always tried to throw away.
Roughly, he flips them over with a groan unintentionally leaving his throat.
He sits up on his hand and knees above him, making sure they’re not touching, but their eyes are still stuck together, glowing in lust and, from Fernando, confusion. With his new hair scattered across his forehead and sweat sliding down his rose-soaked cheeks, he doesn’t even look like someone who has children, who can look like a little boy among them while turning around and fuck someone mindless with his daily death glares and midnight high-pitched whines.
“Don’t say anything.” Sergio hardly says stable. It’s taking everything not to let his emotions burn him before the night ends.
He just wants this to last, like a flavor in his mouth.
He moves further down where he’s face-to-face to an enraged cock through damp boxers. He can hear the blonde try to stop him with a soft mutter of lost words, but he ignores him and the wandering hand that finds it’s way in his wet hair.
A light gasp escapes Fernando when Sergio puts his mouth on him. He licks and sucks roughly through the fabric before pulling it down, hard enough for where Fernando doesn’t even have to move. He swallows him immediately, takes the hot and cold sweetness down his throat as if he’s done it several times before, making the fingers in his hair pull at him. Sergio moans from the delight of it all, from the fact that Fernando isn’t even making a sound. It’s electrifying enough to take away his voice, render him breathless as the room fills entirely of his tiny puffs of air and Sergio’s mouth popping.
He hears his name in Fernando’s weak voice once, twice with the thrill of his sweet tongue as the rain comes down harder. He feels Fernando’s warm thighs begin to hug him as his climax travels over and over again as Sergio teases him, making Fernando whimper as if he’s in pain. Sergio licks from the root to the head of his pulsing, mesmerizing length before leaving it completely to shove his way into Fernando’s mouth that quivers when they meet. All he has to do is rub his hips into him again, causing an explosion out of Fernando as their kiss deepens into a climax, and then multiple as Sergio doesn’t-can’t stop, having them the wettest mess they ever made outside of a muddy fútbol field and the recent months of nights like these.
“Tócame.”