Between Brazil.
Title: Between Brazil
Rating: R
Pairing: Lionel Messi/Adriano/ Dani Alves
Summary: Small PWP drabble, after this picture.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
Authors Note: I am currently living the life of a cule who is too excited to possibly comment on the love for her team right now.
Maybe it was the Estrella Damm that tainted him. Burnt his blood and sent his mind into a dizzy frenzy. Maybe it was the haze of winning, the blur of lifting the cup blended with the pride of holding it up for the millions watching. The millions watching him.
Maybe it was the feather-light kisses blistering the skin of his neck, his pulse hammering out a rhythm as he tilted his head, in spite of himself, his teeth nibbling his bottom lip as he heard the familiar dark chuckle.
The presence shifted nearer, Lionel opening his eyes and looking into the hazel orbs that sparkled at him, shimmering with lust as Dani Alves chuckled once more.
“Now, now Adriano. You're not leaving anything for me.” Alves said, voice thick with something unnoticeable as Lionel let an unexpected moan slide from in-between his lips as the other Brazilian continued to plant delicate kisses across his newly exposed torso.
“Oh Dani. How can you want me to stop?” Adriano broke away from the flexing of Leo's abs, the Argentine reclinging on a seat as Messi let his gaze shift from Dani to the man in-between his legs, his breathing rapid and shallow.“He's delicious!”
“Which is exactly why-” Dani began, fingers barley pressed beneath Adriano's chin who lifted his head as though the force from the defender was strong enough to make him move upwards. Eventually he was stood beside Alves. “I would like a taste of him.” Dani finished, voice barely above a whisper as he pressed a feather-light kiss to Adriano's pouting mouth.
Alves gently got to his knees, nestling his body in-between Leo's opened legs, the Argentine letting his fingers grip tighter and tighter at the handles of his chair as Adriano's dark chuckle resonated through his hearing, his fingers dancing along Alves' neck.
“I want to taste more of you.” Alves smirked, his spidery fingers toying momentarily with the hem of Leo's shorts, the Argentine licking his lips and looking towards Adriano with wide eyes, the man in question moving from behind Alves and approaching Messi.
“Now, now, Alves. There will be no special treatment as far as the chosen one is concerned.” Adriano chuckled, throwing Alves a look that made the other Brazilian quirk a questioning brow. Adriano guided Leo to his feet, the Argentine stood on shaking legs as he watched the interactions of the two brazilian's he was in-between. “We'll both get from him the same.”
“Okay.” Alves said, rising to his feet his gaze not once wavering from Messi's who stared at him, swallowing the thick lump in his throat as he felt both men take one step forwards, chests flush to both front and back of Lionel.
Lionel shut his eyes, arousal pooling below his waistline as he felt hands on his hips from behind, Alves' arms wrapping around his neck, his eyes opening and focusing on Alves' smirk.
The three let out simultaneous groans as their erections found a certain amount of friction.
Leo let his eyes flicker shut, Adriano's hips rocking into him, heat radiating from his crotch and enveloping the forward from behind who felt his own body rocking from the hard friction of Alves' erection against his own and then to the tenderly sensitive brush of Adriano against the curve of his arse, again.
He bit back a groan, his mind trying to come to terms with how they had exactly got to where they were in that moment, their hips rocking hard quicker, their moans collectively louder as they dry fucked each other, their playing shorts still on.
Maybe it was the excitement of winning. The contagious buzz of being European champions again, puncturing the air and tainting everyone with a certain amount of pleasure. Burning inside the pit of all their stomachs as brushes of fingertips skittered across hip bones, and whispers of innocence burst pounding eardrums.
Maybe it was Alves' cheeky smile, luring Leo into his presence, wrapping him around his little finger and giggling as he span him around, faster and faster until he was confused as Dani's lips were sweet.
Perhaps it was Adriano, his eyes so tempting, his grasp tight on Leo's arm, his teeth biting seductively at his lip as he blushed, mouth close to the shell of Messi's ear as he congratulated him on goals and set-ups, the casual hand placed on Leo's lower back, moving lower and lower as he continued to speak, Messi trying to remember how to breathe as he stared potently ahead.
Maybe it was the spirit of Barcelona, so heavy around them that it moulded them together, made them the same person, mind-readers, empathic towards one another.
Maybe it was the force between Brazil and Argentina, that somehow pushed them all together.
Rating: R
Pairing: Lionel Messi/Adriano/ Dani Alves
Summary: Small PWP drabble, after this picture.
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
Authors Note: I am currently living the life of a cule who is too excited to possibly comment on the love for her team right now.
Maybe it was the Estrella Damm that tainted him. Burnt his blood and sent his mind into a dizzy frenzy. Maybe it was the haze of winning, the blur of lifting the cup blended with the pride of holding it up for the millions watching. The millions watching him.
Maybe it was the feather-light kisses blistering the skin of his neck, his pulse hammering out a rhythm as he tilted his head, in spite of himself, his teeth nibbling his bottom lip as he heard the familiar dark chuckle.
The presence shifted nearer, Lionel opening his eyes and looking into the hazel orbs that sparkled at him, shimmering with lust as Dani Alves chuckled once more.
“Now, now Adriano. You're not leaving anything for me.” Alves said, voice thick with something unnoticeable as Lionel let an unexpected moan slide from in-between his lips as the other Brazilian continued to plant delicate kisses across his newly exposed torso.
“Oh Dani. How can you want me to stop?” Adriano broke away from the flexing of Leo's abs, the Argentine reclinging on a seat as Messi let his gaze shift from Dani to the man in-between his legs, his breathing rapid and shallow.“He's delicious!”
“Which is exactly why-” Dani began, fingers barley pressed beneath Adriano's chin who lifted his head as though the force from the defender was strong enough to make him move upwards. Eventually he was stood beside Alves. “I would like a taste of him.” Dani finished, voice barely above a whisper as he pressed a feather-light kiss to Adriano's pouting mouth.
Alves gently got to his knees, nestling his body in-between Leo's opened legs, the Argentine letting his fingers grip tighter and tighter at the handles of his chair as Adriano's dark chuckle resonated through his hearing, his fingers dancing along Alves' neck.
“I want to taste more of you.” Alves smirked, his spidery fingers toying momentarily with the hem of Leo's shorts, the Argentine licking his lips and looking towards Adriano with wide eyes, the man in question moving from behind Alves and approaching Messi.
“Now, now, Alves. There will be no special treatment as far as the chosen one is concerned.” Adriano chuckled, throwing Alves a look that made the other Brazilian quirk a questioning brow. Adriano guided Leo to his feet, the Argentine stood on shaking legs as he watched the interactions of the two brazilian's he was in-between. “We'll both get from him the same.”
“Okay.” Alves said, rising to his feet his gaze not once wavering from Messi's who stared at him, swallowing the thick lump in his throat as he felt both men take one step forwards, chests flush to both front and back of Lionel.
Lionel shut his eyes, arousal pooling below his waistline as he felt hands on his hips from behind, Alves' arms wrapping around his neck, his eyes opening and focusing on Alves' smirk.
The three let out simultaneous groans as their erections found a certain amount of friction.
Leo let his eyes flicker shut, Adriano's hips rocking into him, heat radiating from his crotch and enveloping the forward from behind who felt his own body rocking from the hard friction of Alves' erection against his own and then to the tenderly sensitive brush of Adriano against the curve of his arse, again.
He bit back a groan, his mind trying to come to terms with how they had exactly got to where they were in that moment, their hips rocking hard quicker, their moans collectively louder as they dry fucked each other, their playing shorts still on.
Maybe it was the excitement of winning. The contagious buzz of being European champions again, puncturing the air and tainting everyone with a certain amount of pleasure. Burning inside the pit of all their stomachs as brushes of fingertips skittered across hip bones, and whispers of innocence burst pounding eardrums.
Maybe it was Alves' cheeky smile, luring Leo into his presence, wrapping him around his little finger and giggling as he span him around, faster and faster until he was confused as Dani's lips were sweet.
Perhaps it was Adriano, his eyes so tempting, his grasp tight on Leo's arm, his teeth biting seductively at his lip as he blushed, mouth close to the shell of Messi's ear as he congratulated him on goals and set-ups, the casual hand placed on Leo's lower back, moving lower and lower as he continued to speak, Messi trying to remember how to breathe as he stared potently ahead.
Maybe it was the spirit of Barcelona, so heavy around them that it moulded them together, made them the same person, mind-readers, empathic towards one another.
Maybe it was the force between Brazil and Argentina, that somehow pushed them all together.