Fic: José Mourinho/Aitor Karanka, NC-17
Title: Yours
Pairing: José Mourinho/Aitor Karanka
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no
Word Count: 559
Disclaimer: Don’t take it for anything other than it is. Pure fiction.
Summary: Some nights were all about getting what he wanted from Aitor.
It wasn’t really about Sergio. Sergio was not even doing anything he’d not normally do when he playfully pinched Aitor’s arse.
Sergio was just being Sergio, and José couldn’t care less about it.
No, it wasn’t about Sergio and his dubious understanding of propriety. It was about Aitor.
It was always about Aitor. Somehow, it was always about Aitor, and José was no longer trying to understand it. He just accepted it, just like Aitor accepted his unpredictable moods and quirks.
Like this one.
He knew Aitor understood because he didn’t try to say anything, and Aitor always tried to say something. Usually, José loved it when Aitor talked, especially during sex. There was just something wonderfully arousing about the kind of things Aitor would say when they were in bed - hot, dirty things that seemed to come naturally to him - so incredibly different than the kind of cool, professional things José was used to hearing from him, that the difference alone was enough to push José closer to losing control.
But tonight, he didn’t want Aitor to speak, at least not until much later, when José would make him beg and scream. Till then, José just wanted to look and taste and listen to unintelligible moans while he kissed and bit Aitor. Tonight, he wanted to remember that Aitor could make him lose control with just a smile or a glance, he could still have Aitor like this - beautiful, naked, sweaty, desperate for his touch.
There was nothing more wonderful than seeing him like this. Nothing more arousing. Nothing that made José feel like he could come close to having the same effect on Aitor as Aitor had on him.
He cherished these moments - slowly caressing Aitor’s thigh while Aitor moaned and tried to push closer with increasing urgency. Not that it was easy for him to wait and restrain himself. Watching Aitor’s eyes darken, feeling his body jerking next to his was almost enough to make him lose what little control he had left. He desperately wanted to push into Aitor, to fill him, to feel Aitor clench around him - but there was something he wanted more. He wanted to hear him beg, he wanted to hear how much he need him, how much he craved him. He wanted - needed - to hear that there was nothing Aitor needed more. That he needed him. That he was his.
And he knew he could get him there - a few more strokes, a well placed kiss on his collarbone, a sharp bite, and Aitor would finally say it. He was trying - José could see it in his eyes - he was trying to hold back, to make José really try before he finally gave him what he wanted. But he was close, close to begging, close to opening his mouth and promising José that no matter what, he was his. So close, and José was willing to bite his lip and wait till Aitor was ready to say it, to scream it.
He was close. Soon, Aitor would break, beautifully, utterly shutter, his eyes big and unfocused, and José could take what he wanted. It wouldn’t even last long, they were far too gone for that - but before he could take him, before he could give them that please, he just needed to hear those little words.
Please, José… I’m yours!