fic: comfort
title: comfort
pairing: gökhan inler/eren derdiyok
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
for nanousblues. thanks for sharing the swiss love :D (this is tame & i apologize)
It was only natural for Eren to attach himself to Gökhan in South Africa. He didn’t know many of the others too well and it also allowed him to be around someone else with the same background as him. Being twenty-two, thus the youngest on the team, wasn’t easy. Eren had the tendency to be quiet and reserved, not saying much even when the squad were unwinding together. Gökhan, unlike many others on the squad, never pressured him to talk or participate in conversations though he really wanted to. It wasn’t like he wanted to spend the next few weeks segregating himself. He was just holding back a little.
Gökhan was different though. Cool. Collected. Confident. It might have been the fact that he was older than Eren, had played on the national squad for many years now so he knew the other players well. He just had this air about him, exuded such poise that didn’t make him overly arrogant. Most of all, he made Eren feel comfortable and really that was the defining factor.
After being eliminated from the World Cup, he ended up in Gökhan’s room for so many reasons he no longer knew once he was underneath him. Gökhan loomed over him, his eyes dark and instead of grinning or smirking, he looked at him with such mystery - like he didn’t know why Eren was doing here or what he wanted to do to him now that he had him pinned.
Eren didn’t utter a word or even make a sound though his thoughts were incredibly loud inside his mind; he was sure Gökhan could hear them. It made his heart beat a little faster.
“What do you want?”
Gökhan’s voice was low, gravelly and nothing like Eren has ever heard it before. He turned his head to the side, his eyes half closing.
“Whatever you want.”
His jaw was suddenly gripped between strong fingers and his whipped his eyes back open. Gökhan looked down at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. His fingers relaxed a little though he didn’t remove it from Eren’s face. With a blink of his eyes, he closed the distance between them and kissed Eren soundly, whispering, “Good” into his mouth.
From then on, it was a whirlwind of clothes pulled off, skin kissed lavishly, fingers pressed into hard muscle. Gökhan was everywhere but Eren didn’t just sit back; he gave as good as he got. He kissed Gökhan with such fervour that it made the older man pull them closer together.
Gökhan wrapped his fingers Eren’s cock and drank in the little whimper that sounded in the back of his throat. He worked him until he was hard and dripping (even if it was just a little bit). It wasn’t difficult to see how much Eren need him. And how much he needed Eren.
So the whirlwind continued and Gökhan didn’t let up whatsoever. His lips left Eren’s only to trail kisses down his body as he prepared the younger man. He used lotion he had in the drawer next to the bed, hoping it would be enough. Eren, of course, was tight - tighter than anyone Gökhan had had in a while. So he slowed his fingers, making sure to scissor them with precision and purpose. Eren arched his body, seeking more of the touch but then it too was gone far too quickly.
When Gökhan pushed in, Eren felt like his body was splitting in two. There had been so many reasons why he had never done this before and now it made itself present like a sharp slap to the face. He must have made some kind of mewling whimper noise because suddenly Gökhan was shushing him and soothing him with kisses to his lips and cheeks and jawline. It helped as in it distracted Eren until Gökhan started to move with a little more purpose. He felt too hot, too surrounded, too full.
“Hey, hey,” Gökhan soothed. He caressed Eren’s cheek softly though not ceasing his movements at all. “Relax, okay?” He kissed him again, breathing in the younger man’s shaky sigh.
Eren however was too tight, his muscles just clamping down, stiff and tense. Needless to say, it was over way too soon for him. He came into Gökhan’s hand, dribbling onto his stomach. Eren closed his eyes and let out a huge sigh though his cheeks reddened. This was beyond embarrassing.
Fingers caressed his stomach, spreading his seed against his stomach. Oddly, it was somehow calming. Lips descended on his again and Eren didn’t bother to open his eyes as Gökhan kissed him thoroughly.
“You need to learn to relax for next time.”
He whipped his eyes open and saw Gökhan staring down at him with intense but friendly eyes. He was smiling slightly.
Suddenly, he wanted next time to be right now.
pairing: gökhan inler/eren derdiyok
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
for nanousblues. thanks for sharing the swiss love :D (this is tame & i apologize)
It was only natural for Eren to attach himself to Gökhan in South Africa. He didn’t know many of the others too well and it also allowed him to be around someone else with the same background as him. Being twenty-two, thus the youngest on the team, wasn’t easy. Eren had the tendency to be quiet and reserved, not saying much even when the squad were unwinding together. Gökhan, unlike many others on the squad, never pressured him to talk or participate in conversations though he really wanted to. It wasn’t like he wanted to spend the next few weeks segregating himself. He was just holding back a little.
Gökhan was different though. Cool. Collected. Confident. It might have been the fact that he was older than Eren, had played on the national squad for many years now so he knew the other players well. He just had this air about him, exuded such poise that didn’t make him overly arrogant. Most of all, he made Eren feel comfortable and really that was the defining factor.
After being eliminated from the World Cup, he ended up in Gökhan’s room for so many reasons he no longer knew once he was underneath him. Gökhan loomed over him, his eyes dark and instead of grinning or smirking, he looked at him with such mystery - like he didn’t know why Eren was doing here or what he wanted to do to him now that he had him pinned.
Eren didn’t utter a word or even make a sound though his thoughts were incredibly loud inside his mind; he was sure Gökhan could hear them. It made his heart beat a little faster.
“What do you want?”
Gökhan’s voice was low, gravelly and nothing like Eren has ever heard it before. He turned his head to the side, his eyes half closing.
“Whatever you want.”
His jaw was suddenly gripped between strong fingers and his whipped his eyes back open. Gökhan looked down at him, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. His fingers relaxed a little though he didn’t remove it from Eren’s face. With a blink of his eyes, he closed the distance between them and kissed Eren soundly, whispering, “Good” into his mouth.
From then on, it was a whirlwind of clothes pulled off, skin kissed lavishly, fingers pressed into hard muscle. Gökhan was everywhere but Eren didn’t just sit back; he gave as good as he got. He kissed Gökhan with such fervour that it made the older man pull them closer together.
Gökhan wrapped his fingers Eren’s cock and drank in the little whimper that sounded in the back of his throat. He worked him until he was hard and dripping (even if it was just a little bit). It wasn’t difficult to see how much Eren need him. And how much he needed Eren.
So the whirlwind continued and Gökhan didn’t let up whatsoever. His lips left Eren’s only to trail kisses down his body as he prepared the younger man. He used lotion he had in the drawer next to the bed, hoping it would be enough. Eren, of course, was tight - tighter than anyone Gökhan had had in a while. So he slowed his fingers, making sure to scissor them with precision and purpose. Eren arched his body, seeking more of the touch but then it too was gone far too quickly.
When Gökhan pushed in, Eren felt like his body was splitting in two. There had been so many reasons why he had never done this before and now it made itself present like a sharp slap to the face. He must have made some kind of mewling whimper noise because suddenly Gökhan was shushing him and soothing him with kisses to his lips and cheeks and jawline. It helped as in it distracted Eren until Gökhan started to move with a little more purpose. He felt too hot, too surrounded, too full.
“Hey, hey,” Gökhan soothed. He caressed Eren’s cheek softly though not ceasing his movements at all. “Relax, okay?” He kissed him again, breathing in the younger man’s shaky sigh.
Eren however was too tight, his muscles just clamping down, stiff and tense. Needless to say, it was over way too soon for him. He came into Gökhan’s hand, dribbling onto his stomach. Eren closed his eyes and let out a huge sigh though his cheeks reddened. This was beyond embarrassing.
Fingers caressed his stomach, spreading his seed against his stomach. Oddly, it was somehow calming. Lips descended on his again and Eren didn’t bother to open his eyes as Gökhan kissed him thoroughly.
“You need to learn to relax for next time.”
He whipped his eyes open and saw Gökhan staring down at him with intense but friendly eyes. He was smiling slightly.
Suddenly, he wanted next time to be right now.