there's lipstick on his dresser
Title: there's lipstick on his dresser
Rating: (PG-13)
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/ Xabi Alonso
Warning: oral sex, make-up
Disclaimer: not true
Summary: Xabi sees lipstick in Cris' room.
The first time Xabi had seen the scarlet lipstick on Cris' bedside cabinet he hadn't given it much thought. Cris' mouth, hot and wet against his neck, had been more than a little distracting. He had assumed it belonged to his mother or sister, or even some random hook up who had left it behind. Cris' prowess for blow jobs had made him wonder how many hook ups were actually girls though.
On Xabi's second visit to room the lipstick was still there. It had moved. It was now proudly standing upright, on the dresser, in front off the mirror, he wondered briefly why it was still here. The image of Cris putting it on the mirror, made him thrust harder and faster. Cris' loudly pornographic moans quickly drowned out any more thoughts on the matter.
The lipstick was still there afterwards, still erect in it's place.
The third time came around after a longer delay than Xabi was strictly happy about. He hadn't been able to get the image of Cris with painted lips wrapped around his cock out of his mind. This disturbed him, he'd never thought about anything like it before. He'd never thought Cris' lips weren't enough.
He had pushed Cris backwards up the stairs almost frantically, Cris had laughed at how desperate Xabi was to get into his pants. The suggestion that it wasn't what was in his pants that Xabi was after had stopped his laughter and darkened his pupils. They had barely reached the room before Xabi's back was pressed against the wall and Cris was on his knees. Xabi wanted this, he seriously wanted it, but there was something he wanted more. His eyes searched the room as Cris worked on his belt buckle. He found his target, the lipstick, it had been knocked over and there was a smudge on one side.
A sharp nip to his thigh brought his attention back to the man between his knees. "I am being extremely sexy and eager to suck your dick right now and you can't even pay attention to me?" Cris sounded exasperated "What are you even looking at?". Xabi coughed his throat was suddenly very dry, Cris was still looking up at him, "You're not watching yourself in the mirror, are you? I think you've got us confused if you are." Xabi wanted to laugh, a dry wheezing sound came out, "The lipstick" he whispered. Cris looked confused, "I want you to wear it".
A wicked smile broke across Cris' face, "Oh, you're into that." He walked over to the dresser and picked the offending object up "I didn't have you down as the type" he said popping the cap and screwing up the lipstick. Xabi, leaned heavily against the wall as he watched in the mirror. Cris bent over to see himself in the mirror. He then began to spread the scarlet evenly across his lips stretching his mouth open so as to cover it all. He noticed Xabi watching him and blew a quick kiss. The wet smacking made Xabi dizzy with desire. He walked over shakily to where Cris was leaning nonchalantly against the dresser. He pushed Cris down onto his knees, not that much force was necessary. He watched as Cris pressed a delicate kiss to the head before quickly swallowing it down. The sight of those red lips on his cock made Xabi come hard and embarrassingly quickly.
He slumped exhausted against the wall and watched as Cris spat out his come. Some of it dribbled down his chin, it mixed with the smudged lipstick. Cris smiled as he stood up looking ridiculous and sexy and filthy, "We should do that again." Xabi nodded weakly, hypnotised by the vivid red stain.
comments and concrit are lovely
Rating: (PG-13)
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/ Xabi Alonso
Warning: oral sex, make-up
Disclaimer: not true
Summary: Xabi sees lipstick in Cris' room.
The first time Xabi had seen the scarlet lipstick on Cris' bedside cabinet he hadn't given it much thought. Cris' mouth, hot and wet against his neck, had been more than a little distracting. He had assumed it belonged to his mother or sister, or even some random hook up who had left it behind. Cris' prowess for blow jobs had made him wonder how many hook ups were actually girls though.
On Xabi's second visit to room the lipstick was still there. It had moved. It was now proudly standing upright, on the dresser, in front off the mirror, he wondered briefly why it was still here. The image of Cris putting it on the mirror, made him thrust harder and faster. Cris' loudly pornographic moans quickly drowned out any more thoughts on the matter.
The lipstick was still there afterwards, still erect in it's place.
The third time came around after a longer delay than Xabi was strictly happy about. He hadn't been able to get the image of Cris with painted lips wrapped around his cock out of his mind. This disturbed him, he'd never thought about anything like it before. He'd never thought Cris' lips weren't enough.
He had pushed Cris backwards up the stairs almost frantically, Cris had laughed at how desperate Xabi was to get into his pants. The suggestion that it wasn't what was in his pants that Xabi was after had stopped his laughter and darkened his pupils. They had barely reached the room before Xabi's back was pressed against the wall and Cris was on his knees. Xabi wanted this, he seriously wanted it, but there was something he wanted more. His eyes searched the room as Cris worked on his belt buckle. He found his target, the lipstick, it had been knocked over and there was a smudge on one side.
A sharp nip to his thigh brought his attention back to the man between his knees. "I am being extremely sexy and eager to suck your dick right now and you can't even pay attention to me?" Cris sounded exasperated "What are you even looking at?". Xabi coughed his throat was suddenly very dry, Cris was still looking up at him, "You're not watching yourself in the mirror, are you? I think you've got us confused if you are." Xabi wanted to laugh, a dry wheezing sound came out, "The lipstick" he whispered. Cris looked confused, "I want you to wear it".
A wicked smile broke across Cris' face, "Oh, you're into that." He walked over to the dresser and picked the offending object up "I didn't have you down as the type" he said popping the cap and screwing up the lipstick. Xabi, leaned heavily against the wall as he watched in the mirror. Cris bent over to see himself in the mirror. He then began to spread the scarlet evenly across his lips stretching his mouth open so as to cover it all. He noticed Xabi watching him and blew a quick kiss. The wet smacking made Xabi dizzy with desire. He walked over shakily to where Cris was leaning nonchalantly against the dresser. He pushed Cris down onto his knees, not that much force was necessary. He watched as Cris pressed a delicate kiss to the head before quickly swallowing it down. The sight of those red lips on his cock made Xabi come hard and embarrassingly quickly.
He slumped exhausted against the wall and watched as Cris spat out his come. Some of it dribbled down his chin, it mixed with the smudged lipstick. Cris smiled as he stood up looking ridiculous and sexy and filthy, "We should do that again." Xabi nodded weakly, hypnotised by the vivid red stain.
comments and concrit are lovely