fic: want your everything
title: want your everything
pairing: cesc fabregas/iker casillas
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
written for my table; prompt 07.behind
He lets him do it. Not often of course but he does get these urges - cravings - from time to time that he simply just cannot ignore. He likes it from behind best; to be smothered - overpowered by a strong body. Even when the body that dominates him - fucks him hard and deep - is smaller than his own he loves every second of it.
This time Iker is awoken by gentle fingers caressing his lower back, teasing as they dip down his crease then up again. He moans quietly as he rolls further into his pillow feigning for a little more sleep. The fingers continue to tease until suddenly they vanish but Iker is too tired to open up his eyes or turn back around. Instead he tries to find sleep once again with his head cradled into the crook of his arm. However, seconds later his eyes pop open his body tensing when the finger return this time slick and prodding.
“Cesc,” Iker breathes out and tips his head back, seeking out Cesc’s lips.
Cesc smiles down at him, the curve of his lips warm and teasing when he allows them to press together. Without warning, he pushes a finger inside Iker who mewls against his mouth, the rare sensation filling his senses. Throwing his free arm around Iker’s torso Cesc pulls their bodies together, their skin flush together. The angle of the kiss is awkward and not ideal at all so it ends rather sooner than later but Cesc moves his lips to Iker’s jaw and down his neck, licking and nipping and tonguing every inch of his skin. When there’s a hard push against his finger, he smiles against Iker’s neck before adding another.
Iker wants it - wants him - and it couldn’t be any hotter.
Moving his hand that was resting against his stomach to lift a relaxed leg, Cesc positions Iker that better suit his needs, his wants. Consequently he lifts himself up as well now leaning over Iker’s pliant body. Cesc skims his fingers along Iker’s body, tracing a path up his thigh over his hip to finally settle up on his hard cock. Iker presses back once again, his breath hitching in his chest.
“Cesc...” He doesn’t say any more however, not sure if he is able to. Cesc doesn’t need the words though; he knows Iker’s body - his mind, his heart - to fulfil his desires without any verbalization.
The fingers leave Iker’s body and he sucks in a breath in preparation for what is to come. Cesc guides himself inside. He seeks out Iker’s lips and kisses him softly, lazily; completely unhurried as he thrusts his cock in just as slowly. The hand on Iker’s cock begins to jerk him off with slow and precise strokes, sending an onslaught of sensation through his body.
The pace is slow but it’s perfect. Cesc’s body is pressed tight against his back; his tongue mimics the actions of his cock. Cesc however isn’t as relenting as he seems. He traps his cock against Iker’s stomach as he begins to snap his hips hard, his cock hitting deep inside Iker. Iker’s panting against his lips, moaning, gasping; trying to get words out yet failing (and not entirely caring because Cesc will take care of him as he always does).
A push. A pull. Dominance and compliance. And understanding.
This is how it is between them when Iker gives himself over to Cesc.
pairing: cesc fabregas/iker casillas
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
written for my table; prompt 07.behind
He lets him do it. Not often of course but he does get these urges - cravings - from time to time that he simply just cannot ignore. He likes it from behind best; to be smothered - overpowered by a strong body. Even when the body that dominates him - fucks him hard and deep - is smaller than his own he loves every second of it.
This time Iker is awoken by gentle fingers caressing his lower back, teasing as they dip down his crease then up again. He moans quietly as he rolls further into his pillow feigning for a little more sleep. The fingers continue to tease until suddenly they vanish but Iker is too tired to open up his eyes or turn back around. Instead he tries to find sleep once again with his head cradled into the crook of his arm. However, seconds later his eyes pop open his body tensing when the finger return this time slick and prodding.
“Cesc,” Iker breathes out and tips his head back, seeking out Cesc’s lips.
Cesc smiles down at him, the curve of his lips warm and teasing when he allows them to press together. Without warning, he pushes a finger inside Iker who mewls against his mouth, the rare sensation filling his senses. Throwing his free arm around Iker’s torso Cesc pulls their bodies together, their skin flush together. The angle of the kiss is awkward and not ideal at all so it ends rather sooner than later but Cesc moves his lips to Iker’s jaw and down his neck, licking and nipping and tonguing every inch of his skin. When there’s a hard push against his finger, he smiles against Iker’s neck before adding another.
Iker wants it - wants him - and it couldn’t be any hotter.
Moving his hand that was resting against his stomach to lift a relaxed leg, Cesc positions Iker that better suit his needs, his wants. Consequently he lifts himself up as well now leaning over Iker’s pliant body. Cesc skims his fingers along Iker’s body, tracing a path up his thigh over his hip to finally settle up on his hard cock. Iker presses back once again, his breath hitching in his chest.
“Cesc...” He doesn’t say any more however, not sure if he is able to. Cesc doesn’t need the words though; he knows Iker’s body - his mind, his heart - to fulfil his desires without any verbalization.
The fingers leave Iker’s body and he sucks in a breath in preparation for what is to come. Cesc guides himself inside. He seeks out Iker’s lips and kisses him softly, lazily; completely unhurried as he thrusts his cock in just as slowly. The hand on Iker’s cock begins to jerk him off with slow and precise strokes, sending an onslaught of sensation through his body.
The pace is slow but it’s perfect. Cesc’s body is pressed tight against his back; his tongue mimics the actions of his cock. Cesc however isn’t as relenting as he seems. He traps his cock against Iker’s stomach as he begins to snap his hips hard, his cock hitting deep inside Iker. Iker’s panting against his lips, moaning, gasping; trying to get words out yet failing (and not entirely caring because Cesc will take care of him as he always does).
A push. A pull. Dominance and compliance. And understanding.
This is how it is between them when Iker gives himself over to Cesc.