Fic: Loving You
Title: Loving You
Pairing: Marat Safin/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true
A/N: this is for my lovely poppinrockz who has been harassingasking me for Safin porn. It's not exactly porn, and i'll write a different one. But for now this is what you get, sweets :)
1.
Marat loves fucking Andy. Up against a wall.
It doesn’t have to be a certain wall; any wall will do. In the locker room, in the hotel room, in the entry way. It really doesn’t matter when Marat’s buried to the hilt in Andy, panting and ready to explode. Every single fuck against a wall was hard, fast and brutal. There is no slowness, no gentleness to their coupling. Bruises are left behind; angry crescents on Andy’s hips, scratch lines on Marat’s back. When they pull apart, their lips are puffy and red. Marat thinks it’s a good look on Andy and it makes him want to fuck him all over again.
2.
Marat loves fucking Andy. In the shower.
Standing under the glorious rain shower, Marat loves the feel out sliding in and out of Andy as the water falls from above over their bodies. Sometimes, Marat holds Andy upright against him, pressing into him from behind, holding him place. This allows him to suck on Andy’s neck when it falls to the side, eyes closed and breathing heavily. It’s slow and comfortable. Other times, Andy leans against the wall, bracing himself for the hard pace Marat sets. He loves it either way, any way.
3.
Marat loves fucking Andy. In his bed.
The sight of Andy, pale and beautiful, stretched out on black silk sheets, has Marat hard in seconds. Their bed is large, king size and sturdy enough for any and all activity. Andy, on all fours, would grasp the head board as Marat pounds into him, moaning for more. On his back, Andy would fist his hands in the sheets, toes curling and he would shout out if Marat wasn’t sucking his mouth into an oblivion like how he was fucking him. With his face down, ass up, Andy bits the pillow, hatting the cliché, but he can’t help himself.
4.
Marat loves fucking Andy. Anywhere. Everywhere.
He loves the feel of him, love how soft his skin is, except for his callused fingers, but he wouldn’t want them any other way. He loves how Andy knows exactly when to squeeze down when he buried in him. Andy knows what he likes and how to get it. When he presses back eagerly, foul words spilling from his mouth, Marat loses himself. He loves how Andy kisses, so sure of himself, as he nips and sucks on Marat’s bottom lip first then pushes his tongue inside, demanding and in control. It’s the complete opposite when they fuck and Marat can’t picture it any other way.
Marat loves making love with Andy. Any way. Every way.
Pairing: Marat Safin/Andy Roddick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true
A/N: this is for my lovely poppinrockz who has been harassingasking me for Safin porn. It's not exactly porn, and i'll write a different one. But for now this is what you get, sweets :)
1.
Marat loves fucking Andy. Up against a wall.
It doesn’t have to be a certain wall; any wall will do. In the locker room, in the hotel room, in the entry way. It really doesn’t matter when Marat’s buried to the hilt in Andy, panting and ready to explode. Every single fuck against a wall was hard, fast and brutal. There is no slowness, no gentleness to their coupling. Bruises are left behind; angry crescents on Andy’s hips, scratch lines on Marat’s back. When they pull apart, their lips are puffy and red. Marat thinks it’s a good look on Andy and it makes him want to fuck him all over again.
2.
Marat loves fucking Andy. In the shower.
Standing under the glorious rain shower, Marat loves the feel out sliding in and out of Andy as the water falls from above over their bodies. Sometimes, Marat holds Andy upright against him, pressing into him from behind, holding him place. This allows him to suck on Andy’s neck when it falls to the side, eyes closed and breathing heavily. It’s slow and comfortable. Other times, Andy leans against the wall, bracing himself for the hard pace Marat sets. He loves it either way, any way.
3.
Marat loves fucking Andy. In his bed.
The sight of Andy, pale and beautiful, stretched out on black silk sheets, has Marat hard in seconds. Their bed is large, king size and sturdy enough for any and all activity. Andy, on all fours, would grasp the head board as Marat pounds into him, moaning for more. On his back, Andy would fist his hands in the sheets, toes curling and he would shout out if Marat wasn’t sucking his mouth into an oblivion like how he was fucking him. With his face down, ass up, Andy bits the pillow, hatting the cliché, but he can’t help himself.
4.
Marat loves fucking Andy. Anywhere. Everywhere.
He loves the feel of him, love how soft his skin is, except for his callused fingers, but he wouldn’t want them any other way. He loves how Andy knows exactly when to squeeze down when he buried in him. Andy knows what he likes and how to get it. When he presses back eagerly, foul words spilling from his mouth, Marat loses himself. He loves how Andy kisses, so sure of himself, as he nips and sucks on Marat’s bottom lip first then pushes his tongue inside, demanding and in control. It’s the complete opposite when they fuck and Marat can’t picture it any other way.
Marat loves making love with Andy. Any way. Every way.