axe & string (1/2); nc-17, 1100+ words
anonymous
July 13 2010, 19:30:52 UTC
hope this is what you wanted, anon!
Sure, maybe it does hurt Bastian to see Lukas’s arm around Mesut’s shoulders, slipping farther and farther down his back. Mouth - a smile - close to Mesut’s ear. Bastian looks somewhere else; his team, up at the crowds and crowds of people (red, gold, black), the dark sky above the stadium. Lukas and Mesut are halfway down the pitch. Yeah, when it isn’t the first (second, fifth, or seventh) time this week, it hurts. Cleats stuck in the glass. Bastian tears it up when he turns. There are people around him, but that’s not the point
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axe & string (2/2); nc-17, 1100+ words
anonymous
July 13 2010, 19:31:55 UTC
Mesut’s hand joins Lukas’s on his cock and Bastian’s stammering out, “Yes, yes. Of course, what do you think?” Lukas just laughs and kisses him for the first time that night. His kiss is harder, messier. Teeth nipping at the corner of his mouth. Bastian pulls back when Mesut licks a stripe up his cock, over Lukas’s knuckles. Tonguing the slit.
“You going to stop being a little bitch now? On and off the pitch?” Lukas’s smile is dangerous. “I saw you, Basti. Surprised you didn’t go cry to Miro.”He pinches his elbow. Mesut pulls off his cock with a quirk of his lips. Bastian gives each of them his worst look, but it doesn’t hold, not with Mesut’s mouth working up and down his cock, hand tight at the base. Not with Lukas licking his index and middle fingers apart. “Still like you,” Lukas breathes, fingers finding their way into Bastian. Slow
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Sure, maybe it does hurt Bastian to see Lukas’s arm around Mesut’s shoulders, slipping farther and farther down his back. Mouth - a smile - close to Mesut’s ear. Bastian looks somewhere else; his team, up at the crowds and crowds of people (red, gold, black), the dark sky above the stadium. Lukas and Mesut are halfway down the pitch. Yeah, when it isn’t the first (second, fifth, or seventh) time this week, it hurts. Cleats stuck in the glass. Bastian tears it up when he turns. There are people around him, but that’s not the point ( ... )
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“You going to stop being a little bitch now? On and off the pitch?” Lukas’s smile is dangerous. “I saw you, Basti. Surprised you didn’t go cry to Miro.”He pinches his elbow. Mesut pulls off his cock with a quirk of his lips. Bastian gives each of them his worst look, but it doesn’t hold, not with Mesut’s mouth working up and down his cock, hand tight at the base. Not with Lukas licking his index and middle fingers apart. “Still like you,” Lukas breathes, fingers finding their way into Bastian. Slow ( ... )
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Holy UNFFF. Very sensual and hot!! And I love the tenderness at the end. <3 <3 Thank you dear writer anon! Fantabulous fill!! :D
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loved the ending :)
there are definitely not enough özil fics around <3
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