take it off let me show, Skrtel/Agger, NC17
take it off let me show
NC17. Skrtel/Agger + Kelly. (LFC RPS)
pwp, alcohol, language, voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough sex, minor D/s
~3,900 words
sequel to turn the lights down low
Pepe’s guestroom never stood a chance. The unspoken code of conduct was bound to be broken as soon as the alcohol started to pour, and Daniel has absolutely no qualms about taking advantage of the queen sized bed. There’s a fire in his veins that’s equal parts adrenaline from the game and sexual desire, and he has no intentions of letting that go to waste.
Especially not when he spent half the night grinding against someone whose name he doesn’t even remember just to get Martin to drag him in here by the neck of his shirt. There are bruises already forming on his skin from the game, but they’re not enough. Daniel wants more.
When Martin tosses Daniel on the bed, Daniel tugs him down with him. They haven’t even stripped out of their clothes yet, but Daniel doesn’t care. He just wants to roll them over so he’s straddling Martin’s waist and he’s a little surprised when Martin lets him get away with it. “Thought you’d want to be on top.”
”It doesn’t matter,” Martin says. His hands slide up Daniel’s thighs and he catches the hem of his shirt with his fingers. “I can fuck you like this.” He starts to tug and Daniel lets himself be stripped out of his shirt, not caring even remotely where it lands as it gets tossed aside. They’ll deal with that later. Right now, Daniel wants to get laid.
Really, Martin is just a horrible enabler. He’ll proclaim innocence if Daniel calls him out on it, but it’s hard to deny he’s not a little bit guilty when he’s grinding up against Daniel’s ass and rolling his nipples between his fingers. He moans in Slovakian, something Daniel vaguely knows to mean beautiful, and Daniel’s pretty sure there isn’t anything he couldn’t convince Martin to do right now.
There’s a rush in that, the knowledge that Daniel has so much power over Martin. Oh, he might have to needle and beg, but Martin will give in. He always does eventually, when it’s Daniel on his knees and pleading. It just turns Daniel on more, spurring him on to grind down against Martin’s jean clad cock and moan shamelessly.
Martin’s hands roam over Daniel’s skin, fingernails scraping along black ink lines. He tugs Daniel down by his neck for a kiss, fingers pressing hard, and Daniel just lets him, moaning into it. He loves the way Martin’s nails drag down his back, sliding under the fabric of his jeans and shorts to squeeze at his ass desperately.
”No more dancing,” Martin moans, fingers digging in tight and hips rolling. His eyes flicker shut and he moans as Daniel nips at his lower lip, his jaw. “No one else gets to touch you.”
The guest bedroom door creaks open and Daniel makes no move to slide off Martin’s lap. He has to look over his shoulder to see who’s interrupted them, and he narrows his eyes at the interruption. “What the fuck do you want?”
For his part, Jordan actually looks embarrassed. Unlike Kelly, who just stares at them and wets his lips. Jordan opens his mouth and shuts it, before pointing across the room to the bathroom. “The other is occupied,” he starts. “Pepe said - “
Martin pushes himself up onto his elbows and scowls. “Get out.”
Jordan turns on his heels and flees, but Kelly makes no room to do the same. It’s hard to say if the alcohol is giving him courage, or he really is as kinky as Daniel thinks he might be. “Can I - ?” He starts. His cheeks flush a little and his voice drops to barely more than a rough whisper as he says, “I want to watch.”
It’s both unexpected and not. Daniel turns to look down at Martin, tracing his fingers over thin lips slowly. The first time should have been the only time. It could complicate things, letting Kelly in, even if he doesn’t get to touch. Kelly is their teammate and the rest of the team is one thin wooden door away.
The corners of Martin’s lips tip up into a smirk and he drops back onto the mattress. He doesn’t need to say I don’t care or give permission verbally, not when he can squeeze Daniel’s ass and rock up against him. The slow burn of friction has Daniel’s eyes flickering shut as he moans, and he knows he’s got his answer.
”Close the fucking door,” Daniel breathes out. He braces himself on Martin’s chest and rolls his hips slowly, pressing their cocks together for more. It’s maddening, this slow burn, but Daniel only intends to last for a moment more. “Don’t get any ideas.”
Kelly honestly looks relieved at being given permission to stay, and he crosses the room to drag the chair out from under the writing desk. He’s jeans are tight across his thighs and Daniel’s positive they’ll bulge obscenely when Kelly’s dick starts to swell. It shouldn’t turn Daniel on, but it does.
Martin looks smug and Daniel isn’t entirely sure why. His fingers grope Daniel’s ass before his hands slip free, but he immediately reaches for Daniel’s belt and button. “Pervert.”
”Fuck you,” Daniel groans. He has to stop grinding back against Martin’s cock in order to tug his jeans down his thighs, though he nearly forgets to empty the contents of his pockets on the ugly bedspread. Any other night, and Daniel might be coerced into begging to get Martin’s fingers and tongue in his ass, but he can’t be bothered to now.
”That was the plan,” Martin says. He arches his hips to undo his own jeans, pushing them down his thighs and kicking them off awkwardly. His cock is already swollen and leaking against his stomach, and Daniel can feel his mouth watering at the sight. “Do you want - ?”
Daniel wants a lot of things. He wants to win the world cup and for people to stop hitting on Martin, wants a new plasma screen TV and wants to get lost in the middle of nowhere and have Martin’s cock inside of him for at least a week straight. He wants so badly, but he can’t have it, so he settles for taking what he can and making the most of that.
If that means shoving Martin’s shirt up his chest and over his head so he can lick and bite at his chest and nipples while he fingers himself open, well, it’s certainly not the worst concession prize in the world. Daniel’s finger is dry when he pushes into himself, breath catching in his throat, but he lets it slide as deep as he can get it before Martin’s tugging at his wrist and muttering, “let me.”
Martin uses the lube Daniel tugged from his pocket to slick his fingers up, and pushes two of them into Daniel slowly. It burns despite the slick glide, but it doesn’t take much coaxing for Daniel’s body to let them both sink into him deep. He moans, rolling his hips, and Martin just holds still, waiting for Daniel to adjust.
Daniel is a slut for any part of Martin that will fit inside of him. He moans low and deep, rolling his hips to get Martin’s fingers as deep inside of him as he can. His cock is throbbing and leaking precome and they’ve barely even started. Daniel fists it and tugs slowly, rocking his hips up into his fingers and back down onto Martin’s with short, jerky little motions.
If Daniel didn’t have plans to get fucked hard enough he can’t move come morning, then he’d be content to stay exactly where he is right now. Martin barely has to crook his fingers to have Daniel keening, and when he rubs them over Daniel’s prostate, he has to bite his knuckles to keep from crying out loudly.
”More,” Daniel breathes. He drops down to kiss Martin again, biting at his lower lip and tongue and moaning into his mouth. It’s rough and ruthless, tongues slick sliding together as Martin’s fingers thrust in and out of Daniel’s hole, but it’s perfect. It’s all Daniel needs, really, and he rubs his cock against Martin’s stomach with sharp little jerks. “Martin.”
”Shh,” Martin says. He pulls his fingers out, rubbing them around Daniel’s hole, before pushing them back in. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Martin asks, and Daniel’s too distracted by the press of a third finger inside of him to realize Martin is talking to Kelly.
Kelly seems just as caught off guard by Daniel’s drawn out moan though. His fingers are white knuckling his the fabric of his jeans to keep from stroking himself, cheeks flushed and lip pinched between his teeth. He looks ready to be debauched in all the best ways and Daniel gets a smug thrill down his spine from it.
Daniel doesn’t have to do more than moan and rock back on the fingers in his ass for Kelly’s dick to swell and press against his zipper, for his breathing to turn harsh and his cheeks to flush. Daniel loves it though. Knowing that Kelly is watching and he doesn’t get to touch himself until Daniel says it’s okay. There’s a whole new world of boundaries for Daniel to press, but not tonight.
Tonight is about riding Martin’s cock and trying to remember not to cry out his release loud enough for the whole party to hear. Pushing Kelly, seeing just how much he can get away with before Kelly stops obeying, that can wait until another night and Daniel and Martin have a chance to talk about it. It’ll happen, Daniel is sure, but not right now.
”He is,” Kelly says weakly, finally finding his voice.
Daniel wants to laugh, but Martin’s fingers crook inside of him and rub against his prostate, and he ends up biting down on Martin’s collarbone to keep from crying out instead. “Fuck,” he curses, and Martin keeps rubbing that spot inside of him with gentle little presses of his fingers. “Okay, enough. Fuck. Fuck.”
”Ready?” Martin asks. His lips brush against the top of Daniel’s head and he eases his fingers out slowly. He pushes them back in with the same easy glide, fucking Daniel with them much slower and gentler.
Daniel groans softly and pushes himself up onto his palms to look down at Martin. He can see the sweat startling to prickle at Martin’s skin, the slow curl of his lips and the dark look in his eyes. It goes straight to Daniel’s cock and he doesn’t hesitate before leaning over and grabbing a condom packet. He has to use his teeth to tear it open without losing his balance, and Martin bites his own lip in response. “Are you?”
”Don’t be a tease,” Martin says. He pulls his fingers out of Daniel and wipes them on his hip. His fingers curl around Daniel’s hip, pushing him back, and it gives Daniel more than enough room to pinch the rip roll the condom down Martin’s cock. It won’t feel nearly as nice, but Daniel doesn’t want to feel Martin’s come in his ass when they’re supposed to be socializing.
Martin’s breath hitches when Daniel grips the base of his cock, and his eyes flicker shut and he keens when his cockhead breaches Daniel and he starts to slide down his length. His thighs clench and his hips rock up, pushing deeper, and Daniel just moans and lets him. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated and Martin is buried as deep inside Daniel as he can get.
It’s perfect, even with a layer of latex separating them. Martin’s cock is forcing him open and stretching him, his hands digging into Daniel’s hip and the back of his neck, dragging him in close, and the heat of it all is suffocating. Daniel has to suck in sharp breaths just to be able to breathe and he never wants this feeling to stop.
”Martin,” Daniel breathes, and he can feel Martin’s nails digging into his skin tighter in response. He presses his forehead against Martin’s chest and lets out a shuddering breath. He waits, for his heart to stop pounding so hard in his chest and for Martin’s grip to soften. As soon as it eases, even a little, Daniel’s pushing himself back up and bracing his palms on Martin’s chest.
Martin is looking up at Daniel like he’s the most amazing thing in the world, his fingers trailing tentatively over Daniel’s skin before settling over his hips. His heels dig into the mattress so he can arch up into Daniel, urge him to move, and he just grins when Daniel tweaks his nipple. “Come on, Daniel.”
Daniel really doesn’t need the encouragement, but it doesn’t stop him from rolling his hips slowly. He bites his lip to keep from moaning and just grinds against Martin lazily. “Don’t,” he says, and, “you’re mine.”
Daniel waits for Martin to object, but he does nothing more than squeeze Daniel’s hips tightly before relaxing back against the bedspread. Daniel smiles and bites back a good boy comment. He spreads his palms wide over Martin’s chest and gets his knees underneath him. It makes the angle awkward, but it’s so much easier to push himself up and sink back down on Martin’s cock.
”Fuck,” Martin moans, his eyelids slipping shut again. He squeezes Daniel’s hip and eases up, torn between holding him tight and letting Daniel have all the control. It’s hard for Martin to give up his control, but Daniel’s long since learned that rolling him over and straddling his lap is the easiest to get Martin to submit.
Daniel hums his agreement and rolls his hips, grinding against Martin slowly before pushing himself up and sinking back down again. The slide is easy, the burn wonderful, and Daniel lets himself get lost in the gentle burn of friction. He groans softly, rocking his hips gently, and lets his eyes slip shut as he rides Martin at his own pace.
It lasts longer than Daniel thought it would, the gentle motions of his hips. He catches Martin under his ribs, fingers digging in and head tipping back as he moans. The slow spread of warmth is wonderful, and Daniel thinks he could get lost in it, if Martin let him. But Martin doesn’t, and he only gets a few minutes of the slow rocking before Martin’s hips are arching up to meet Daniel’s downward slides and he moans impatiently.
”Should make you beg,” Daniel says, but they both know he won’t. Not with Kelly in the room and the chance for anyone to walk in to see it. Begging is for them and no one else. That kind of control and trust doesn’t get to be viewed by anyone else, regardless of Daniel’s apparent exhibitionist leanings.
”Shut up,” Martin groans. He digs his fingers into Daniel’s ass, trying to urge him to move without having to beg for it. “Like you mean it.”
Daniel wants to point out that Martin did call him a tease, but he doesn’t. He could play that card until Martin’s practically screaming, but Daniel doesn’t want to. Daniel wants to get fucked, wants to ride out the last of the adrenaline that’s burning through his system and finish celebrating with his teammates and friends. They’ll forgive him for a quick fuck, he’s sure, but spending all night grinding against Martin in Pepe’s guest bedroom is probably inexcusable.
So Daniel gives in. He braces his hands on either side of Martin’s head on the bed and smirks down at him. He leans in close, close enough for their lips to brush and their breaths to mingle, and smirks. “Fuck me, Martin,” he breathes, and the words are barely out of his mouth before Martin’s hips are snapping up hard enough to force the air out of Daniel’s lungs.
”Fuck!” Daniel curses. He bites his hips and fists the covers, but it does nothing to help against the way Martin is groaning and thrusting up into him. Daniel keens and enjoys it, lets himself be fucked hard and fast and get lost in the feeling of Martin’s cock forcing itself inside of him and claiming him. Daniel needs this, he wants it, he loves it, so much he’s choking for air and biting his lip to keep from sobbing his relief.
It isn’t enough though, not really, not when Daniel knows they can have so much more. He has to force himself up, to roll his hips and push back against every sharp shove of Martin’s hips against his ass. He knows how to do this, how to hold Martin down and stay on top of him, but this is almost better. Martin’s the one spread out on his back but Daniel’s nearly helpless to do anything but rock back and meet Martin on every thrust.
And it’s amazing. There’s pain and pleasure shooting up Daniel’s spine, causing his heart to race in his chest and his breath to catch on every inhale. His fingers are going numb from the force he’s gripping the blankets and he never wants it to stop. The slide of Martin’s cock inside of him is intoxicating, and Daniel’s cock throbs hard against his stomach from the need for friction.
Martin’s fingers skim up Daniel’s back and rake back down, raising red lines over inked skin, before he settles for digging them into Daniel’s shoulders. He drags him close, breath hot against Daniel’s ear. “Wanna make you come,” he groans, and Daniel’s cock throbs almost painfully and he leaks precome all over his stomach and Martin’s.
It’s not a hard concession to make. Martin’s fingers fit around Daniel’s cock perfectly, thumb teasing against the slit and easing back his foreskin. He doesn’t even need to wrap his fist around Daniel completely to have him shuddering, just the warm contact is enough. Martin squeezes gently though, jacking him in time with his sharp thrusts.
Daniel comes with an embarrassing noise on his lips and it takes everything in him to keep from collapsing. He clenches tight around Martin’s cock, shoving back hard, and he knows from the erratic snapping of Martin’s hips that it isn’t going to take much for him to come. He kisses Martin’s jaw, his chin, whispering praises in Danish and English.
Martin moans when he comes, and it’s enough to make Daniel’s softening cock ache in a way that has nothing to do with the fingers wrapped loosely around it. He grinds up inside of Daniel with short, lazy motions and his cock slips out of Daniel when he slumps back into the mattress. “Fuck,” Martin groans, and Daniel hums his agreement.
It takes a moment for Daniel to remember Kelly at all, and when he cracks his eyes open, he’s surprised that Kelly hasn’t moved. His lip is pinched between his teeth and his chest is shuddering, but he hasn’t touched himself and Daniel is oddly proud of that. “C’mere,” Daniel sighs, and he pushes himself up onto his elbows to look down at Martin.
Despite his exhaustion, Martin looks curious. He furrows his brow before his eyes flick in Kelly’s direction. His fingers pet along Daniel’s spine slowly and he says. “Kels.”
Kelly looks hesitant, but it doesn’t stop him from standing up and moving closer to the edge of the bed. He frowns at the crook of Daniel’s finger and slips a knee up on the mattress. The bulge of his cock is obvious, though there’s no rush through Daniel’s system at the sight and proximity of it.
Daniel’s lack of desire is a bit of a surprise. He’s crashing hard and he wants nothing more than to curl up at Martin’s side and sleep through the rest of the party, consequences be damned. He doesn’t though, and he forces himself up to straddle Martin’s lap. He reaches for Kelly slowly, giving him the chance to pull away, tugging at his belt loop when he doesn’t.
Kelly only shoots Martin one hesitant glance before moving closer to Daniel. He lets Daniel undo his buckle and zipper, rubbing sweaty palms against his thighs. “What are you - “
”This is what you get for being a good boy,” Daniel mutters. There’s a damp patch on Kelly’s boxers, sticky, and Daniel drags his knuckles along the length of his cock. “Don’t get any fucking ideas about this.”
This meaning Daniel and Martin and the way Kelly keeps watching them fuck. Daniel is all for having a voyeur, one they can trust not to rat them out to the press in any case, but that doesn’t mean he has any intentions of sharing Martin - his Martin anytime soon. These things are completely separate, and Daniel stares at Kelly’s face and wills him to understand this.
Kelly just whines and digs his nails into his palms. “I don’t think this means anything, if that’s what you’re saying.” The answer is rewarded with Daniel easing his jeans and boxers down his thighs, and Kelly makes a sound of relief as his cock springs free. “I don’t want in between you guys.”
Martin huffs, but he seems perfectly content to stay where he is and watch. He doesn’t say anything when they look at him, and his hands drag up Daniel’s thighs slowly before sliding back down again. His eyes are glued to Daniel’s face and it sends tremors down Daniel’s spine, the spark he was looking for earlier.
Kelly’s cock is different from Martin’s and Daniel’s own - the foreskin is familiar, but the shape and length is off and he’s leaking an obscene amount. It makes it easier for Daniel to jack him slowly, squeezing his fingers experimentally, but Daniel can cope. It’s just this one time, and it’s not so horrible in comparison.
It doesn’t take more than a few tight stroke and Daniel muttering come on, Kels for Kelly to come, cock pulsing hot and come shooting across Daniel’s hand and the bedspread. Daniel works him through it, teasing his thumb against the head until Kelly starts to shy away. “Don’t,” he says, and Daniel holds his sticky fingers up to Kelly’s lips. “Lick.”
For the first time, Kelly looks honestly hesitant about what they’re doing. He looks at Daniel, then Martin, before closing his eyes and parting his lips. He waits for Daniel to push the fingers into his mouth, but as soon as Daniel does he starts to suck. Kelly’s nose crinkles, almost adorably so, but he doesn’t stop and Daniel smirks.
”Are you done yet, Daniel?” Martin asks. There’s a smile on his lips, though he looks mostly thoughtful, and it’s enough for Daniel to pull his fingers from Kelly’s mouth to lean down to kiss him.
”For now,” Daniel murmurs. He presses his lips against Martin’s before nipping gently, smiling against his lips.
Martin hums softly and runs his fingers through Daniel’s hair. He tugs gently, urging Daniel to back off so he can look up at Kelly. “You can leave now,” he says, though he lacks the conviction Daniel would have gone for, before turning his attentions back to kissing Daniel again.
It’s a shame Daniel’s too distracted to see Kelly’s expression, but he’d rather get lost in the feeling of Martin’s fingers in his hair and the soft nipping of his teeth on Daniel’s skin any day. For now, Kelly can wait. Daniel’s got something so much more important to deal with.