Fic: Mornings of You and Me
Title: Mornings of You and Me
Pairing: Jo-Wilfred Tsonga/Gilles Simon
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Waking up with Jo and Gilles. PWP.
Soft feathery touches upon his stomach slowly rouse him from his sleep. While the heel of one hand wipes away the sleep, the other reaches down to investigate the source that has awoken him. When it comes into contact with something solid, his eyes whip open as he leans up on his elbows and takes a look. When he sees that contagiously gorgeous smile aimed at him, Gilles can’t help but smile back. His fingers rest on the side of Jo’s head, tracing the contours of his ears. Gilles doesn’t take his eyes off of Jo as he proceeds to place chaste feather-light kisses to his skin. When one kiss lands on a particularly sensitive spot under his ribs, a tiny giggle escapes his mouth. Jo stops to look at him, brow rising in question. He’s never known that Gilles is ticklish. Flashing a grin, Jo dives back down and begins to tickle him mercilessly. Fingers dig in hard then swipe at bare skin softly and alternate back and forth at a maddening pace that has Gilles laughing so hard, he’s gasping for air. Jo’s on top of him, thus preventing Gilles from kicking out and escaping. When lips meet that sensitive spot of skin again, the laughter is averted by a moan. Instead of pushing him away, Gilles wraps his fingers around Jo’s ears to pull him in closer. Jo gladly complies as his licks his way around Gilles’ body, his fingers now soothing his sides. His tongue glides and dips into the bellybutton before his teeth pull gently at the hair surrounding the flesh. The bump of Gilles’ cock against his chin has Jo smiling and he pulls away reluctantly. He shifts his body up so he lying fully on top of Gilles. Pressing kisses to his neck, Jo works upwards, over his jaw and across his cheeks before reaching Gilles’ lips. They devour each other, tongues meeting, stroking and battling. Their hips rock together, their lengths hard and aching against one another. Jo’s fingers don’t stop their previous motion as they continue to run up and down Gilles’ side. Laughter bubbles out of Gilles’ mouth and Jo pulls away, looking quite amused.
“What’s so funny?”
“Quit tickling me!”
Gilles’ squirms around initially until Jo’s mouth wraps around his nipple. Then he’s back to pushing into the touch, desperately seeking more. But the fingers against his sides start again and he lets out a laughing whine.
“Jooooo. Stop it.”
Keeping with his task, Jo neglects to answer, his mouth full with Gilles’ flesh. He swirls his tongue around the hard nub before sucking on it hard. Once the moans pick up again, so do Jo’s fingers, lightly teasing yet highly frustrating. The dual sensations have Gilles’ nerves exploding and he hiccoughs as his laughter moulds into moans and vice versa. Lips trail down his chest, past his stomach and onto his cock. Gilles lets out another long moan as he tips his head back into the pillow. Jo’s tongue on him knows exactly what to do, driving him crazy with every lick, swipe and swirl. Just when Gilles begins to relax and enjoy the sensations, Jo sweeps his fingers against his ribcage one again, sending ticklish shivers down his body. He looks up and grins. Gilles is a mess; he’s breathless from the moaning and laughing but is more needy than Jo has ever seen. His eyes are clenched shut, his fingers pressed against Jo’s scalp. He’s fucking beautiful like this and Jo needs him right now.
He slows down his ministrations before halting altogether as he slithers back up for a kiss. Gilles readily complies as he sneaks a hand down to wrap around Jo. He feels Jo smiling against his lips, the curvature molding against his own. Jo pulls back and places his hand on Gilles’ cheek, tracing the soft skin. They just look at each other with love and adoration that fills the space between them. With a soft kiss, Jo inches to side to grab the abandoned bottle of lube from the night before. He knows Gilles is still open from last night so he doesn’t need much. After pouring a little directly onto his cock, he tosses it aside and moves on top of Gilles once again, covering him completely. Gilles parts his legs and moans when he feels Jo’s cock pressing against him. He lifts his head and seeks Jo’s lips, needing to be connected with any inch of him. One hand comes to rest on Gilles’ hips while the other cradles his cheeks as Jo rocks into him with care. No matter where they are, the mornings are always reserved for lovemaking. Gilles lifts his legs and wraps them around Jo’s waist, pulling him in even deeper. His fingers dig into the flesh of Jo’s biceps and it turns Jo on further, to know Gilles needs him just as much.
Their tongues battle it out as they become frantic, their hips picking up speed. The hand that was on Gilles’ hip slips around his cock, strokes matching those within him. His moans vibrate against Jo’s mouth as he swallows them. Jo eventually pulls away to desperately take in some air, but he still rest his lips against Gilles’, breathing him in. With every slam of his hips, little puffs of breath escape Gilles mouth, making Jo smile. He increases his pace a little as well as tightening his fist around Gilles’ cock. Gilles’ hips lift, back arching, muscles tensing as he comes. Jo captures his lips once again when he finds his own climax too. Their kiss is little less desperate but is still full of passion and love.
When their bodies calm down, Jo shifts so he’s not smothering Gilles but they still remain connected. His fingers let go of Gilles’ erection and trail upward, smearing his come around his bellybutton and down towards his sides. When he seeks that spot, he is rewarded with Gilles’ adorable giggle.
“Jooooooooo. Stop it!”
Pairing: Jo-Wilfred Tsonga/Gilles Simon
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Waking up with Jo and Gilles. PWP.
Soft feathery touches upon his stomach slowly rouse him from his sleep. While the heel of one hand wipes away the sleep, the other reaches down to investigate the source that has awoken him. When it comes into contact with something solid, his eyes whip open as he leans up on his elbows and takes a look. When he sees that contagiously gorgeous smile aimed at him, Gilles can’t help but smile back. His fingers rest on the side of Jo’s head, tracing the contours of his ears. Gilles doesn’t take his eyes off of Jo as he proceeds to place chaste feather-light kisses to his skin. When one kiss lands on a particularly sensitive spot under his ribs, a tiny giggle escapes his mouth. Jo stops to look at him, brow rising in question. He’s never known that Gilles is ticklish. Flashing a grin, Jo dives back down and begins to tickle him mercilessly. Fingers dig in hard then swipe at bare skin softly and alternate back and forth at a maddening pace that has Gilles laughing so hard, he’s gasping for air. Jo’s on top of him, thus preventing Gilles from kicking out and escaping. When lips meet that sensitive spot of skin again, the laughter is averted by a moan. Instead of pushing him away, Gilles wraps his fingers around Jo’s ears to pull him in closer. Jo gladly complies as his licks his way around Gilles’ body, his fingers now soothing his sides. His tongue glides and dips into the bellybutton before his teeth pull gently at the hair surrounding the flesh. The bump of Gilles’ cock against his chin has Jo smiling and he pulls away reluctantly. He shifts his body up so he lying fully on top of Gilles. Pressing kisses to his neck, Jo works upwards, over his jaw and across his cheeks before reaching Gilles’ lips. They devour each other, tongues meeting, stroking and battling. Their hips rock together, their lengths hard and aching against one another. Jo’s fingers don’t stop their previous motion as they continue to run up and down Gilles’ side. Laughter bubbles out of Gilles’ mouth and Jo pulls away, looking quite amused.
“What’s so funny?”
“Quit tickling me!”
Gilles’ squirms around initially until Jo’s mouth wraps around his nipple. Then he’s back to pushing into the touch, desperately seeking more. But the fingers against his sides start again and he lets out a laughing whine.
“Jooooo. Stop it.”
Keeping with his task, Jo neglects to answer, his mouth full with Gilles’ flesh. He swirls his tongue around the hard nub before sucking on it hard. Once the moans pick up again, so do Jo’s fingers, lightly teasing yet highly frustrating. The dual sensations have Gilles’ nerves exploding and he hiccoughs as his laughter moulds into moans and vice versa. Lips trail down his chest, past his stomach and onto his cock. Gilles lets out another long moan as he tips his head back into the pillow. Jo’s tongue on him knows exactly what to do, driving him crazy with every lick, swipe and swirl. Just when Gilles begins to relax and enjoy the sensations, Jo sweeps his fingers against his ribcage one again, sending ticklish shivers down his body. He looks up and grins. Gilles is a mess; he’s breathless from the moaning and laughing but is more needy than Jo has ever seen. His eyes are clenched shut, his fingers pressed against Jo’s scalp. He’s fucking beautiful like this and Jo needs him right now.
He slows down his ministrations before halting altogether as he slithers back up for a kiss. Gilles readily complies as he sneaks a hand down to wrap around Jo. He feels Jo smiling against his lips, the curvature molding against his own. Jo pulls back and places his hand on Gilles’ cheek, tracing the soft skin. They just look at each other with love and adoration that fills the space between them. With a soft kiss, Jo inches to side to grab the abandoned bottle of lube from the night before. He knows Gilles is still open from last night so he doesn’t need much. After pouring a little directly onto his cock, he tosses it aside and moves on top of Gilles once again, covering him completely. Gilles parts his legs and moans when he feels Jo’s cock pressing against him. He lifts his head and seeks Jo’s lips, needing to be connected with any inch of him. One hand comes to rest on Gilles’ hips while the other cradles his cheeks as Jo rocks into him with care. No matter where they are, the mornings are always reserved for lovemaking. Gilles lifts his legs and wraps them around Jo’s waist, pulling him in even deeper. His fingers dig into the flesh of Jo’s biceps and it turns Jo on further, to know Gilles needs him just as much.
Their tongues battle it out as they become frantic, their hips picking up speed. The hand that was on Gilles’ hip slips around his cock, strokes matching those within him. His moans vibrate against Jo’s mouth as he swallows them. Jo eventually pulls away to desperately take in some air, but he still rest his lips against Gilles’, breathing him in. With every slam of his hips, little puffs of breath escape Gilles mouth, making Jo smile. He increases his pace a little as well as tightening his fist around Gilles’ cock. Gilles’ hips lift, back arching, muscles tensing as he comes. Jo captures his lips once again when he finds his own climax too. Their kiss is little less desperate but is still full of passion and love.
When their bodies calm down, Jo shifts so he’s not smothering Gilles but they still remain connected. His fingers let go of Gilles’ erection and trail upward, smearing his come around his bellybutton and down towards his sides. When he seeks that spot, he is rewarded with Gilles’ adorable giggle.
“Jooooooooo. Stop it!”