O Captain, My Captain
O Captain, My Captain
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Theo Walcott
Rating: R
Disclaimer: not true
A/N: another late request, this time forjimmyflint1989 the prompt was: "tastes Salty, naughty but nice; Cesc and Theo try something different."
“Hold still.”
“I am!”
“Theo, I mean it, hold still!”
“God Cesc, I AM! I-”
“Look what you did;” Cesc sighed angrily, “They’re all mixed now!”
Theo leaned up to look down at his stomach, the chocolate sauce mixing with his come in a strange pattern, trickling down his sides to stain the sheets.
The striker shrugged, “It’s not like you’re not gonna eat it anyways.”
Cesc pouted, “But I was making a pattern….”
“You said the chocolate sauce was too sweet, so really I improved it.” Theo gave him his patented cheeky grin, lying back with his hands laced behind his head.
“Yeah… I really shouldn’t have used chocolate milk mix; we should have invested in real chocolate paint…”
“Just finish this up, I’m getting a little antsy,” Theo wiggled his hips to emphasize his point.
Cesc leaned down with a smirk, starting on the Brit’s ticklish sides, nipping at the skin beneath, making Theo squirm when he bit too hard. He made quick work of the sticky substance; purposely avoiding the other man’s newly revived cock as punishment for his sullying of Cesc’s masterpiece in come and chocolate.
“Cesc,” Theo warned.
“I’m sorry, what did you say? I can’t hear you.” Cesc continued to lap sedately at his stomach.
“Cesc, come on, I’m clean, I’m clean.”
“What did you call me?” Cesc rested his chin on the striker’s stomach, eyebrow cocked expectantly.
Theo sighed, pursing his lips and rolling his eyes.
“I’m waiting…” Cesc was enjoying this too much.
“Alright, alright, you power tripping little punk…”
“Well?”
Theo sighed. “I said: I think I’m clean now… captain.”
“Good boy.”
“I hate you-” The striker panted as Cesc grinned around his cock, sliding it obscenely slow through his lips. “Oh god, IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou.” He groaned.
Cesc gave one more long suck, pulling off with a loud *pop*.
“You love it.” He laughed, his tongue diving down to lick and probe at Theo’s pucker, the striker spreading his legs and arching. Yes, yes he did.