Fic: Patience & Control (Iker/Sergio)
TITLE: Patience & Control
RATING: NC-18
SUMMARY: (PWP) Sergio is cuffed to the bed. Iker is in control. Written for a prompt at footballkink2
FANDOM: Football (Sergio Ramos/Iker Casillas)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
WARNING: Light kink (bondage/domination)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
To say that he was surprised was an understatement.
Sergio stared at the black leather cuffs that encircled his wrists. He knew what they were and he knew why they were there - hell, he even knew how he came to be wearing them. But that didn't stop him from staring bewildered at the firm supple leather.
Sergio swallowed nervously, "I'm not really sure that…"
"Quiet."
Sergio shut his mouth and clenched his fingers together. Across the room, Iker tossed a firm look over his shoulder before returning his attention to the open draw in front of him.
How in the hell had he gotten into this? Sergio curled his fingers together in his lap and tried to calm his racing heart. What had started as a drunken game of 'Have You Ever' had somehow morphed into this and…
"You've never been tied up before." Iker stated calmly his voice cutting through Sergio's racing thoughts.
"No," Sergio answered honestly, examining the silver buckle on each cuff. Wait… was Iker going to tie him up? He couldn't possibly mean with ropes, could he? An image of Iker wrapping ropes around his torso suddenly popped into mind and Sergio didn't know whether to be aroused or horrified.
"I won't tie you up tonight," Iker continued as he extracted a length of black material and wrapped it around his wrist. "I don't want to scare you off before we even get started." Iker turned and strolled purposely across the room, eyes fixed on Sergio. "Lay back," he ordered.
Sergio swallowed, obeying without even really realising what he was doing. He had questions, too many questions, but now was neither the time nor place to ask them. Iker wasn't forcing him to be here, he had offered to show him some of the lighter sides of bondage when Sergio had expressed a drunken interest. Sergio had accepted. End of story.
But of course, something like that sounded a lot better after too many drinks. A week later and stone cold sober, Sergio was feeling more than a little tentative.
"Relax," Iker told him, placing a hand on the centre of Sergio's chest and pushing him backwards. "Arms above your head."
Lifting his arms, Sergio took a deep breath and did as Iker asked, relaxing his body down into the mattress as Iker trailed his warm fingers up the length of Sergio's arms. Sergio couldn't see what he was doing, but the soft jangle of chains and the sudden firm pressure against his wrists made it pretty damn obvious. Sergio gave an experimental pull as Iker moved back. His wrists weren't going anywhere.
Iker stepped back and traced his eyes over Sergio's clothed form thoughtfully. "Something is missing," he mused, a small smirk crossing his lips.
Nakedness? Sergio supplied internally. Nervous or not, Sergio was pretty damn sure that the two of them had way too many clothes on.
But Iker didn't seem too concerned as he stepped forward and absentmindedly unwrapped the piece of black material from his arm. Leaning forward Iker placed the material over Sergio's eyes before stepping back. "Perfect."
Handcuffed and blindfolded.
In theory it didn't sound particularly unsettling. But in reality, Sergio knew exactly what it meant - he was shackled and spread for Iker's use.
Sergio squirmed, waiting for the first touch, but it didn't come. The room was utterly silent and all Sergio could see was the darkness of his blindfold. "Iker?"
"You don't have permission to speak."
"But I…"
"Quiet, or I'll gag you."
Sergio fell silent. Gag? How much bondage stuff did Iker own? Sergio had seen him riffling through a whole draw of bits and pieces, what else did he have in there?
Light fingers pressed against his rib cage. Sergio startled slighty at the sudden touch and licked his lips nervously. It was discerning, not being able to see what was going on. Sergio closed his eyes and focused on the fingers that traced over his chest, twisting into the fabric of his t-shirt and pressing flat along his stomach.
The bed dipped when Iker finally joined him on the mattress. Reacting on instinct, Sergio reached out to the source of heat but his cuffs halted the movement before it could ever begin. Sergio whimpered his frustration and squirmed impatiently.
Iker laughed lightly, his breath puffing across Sergio's neck. "Who is in charge here, Sergio?"
Was that a trick question? Sergio struggled to think as Iker's lips sucked gently against his neck. "You?"
"That's right. Me. What is your role?" Iker pushed aside the neck of Sergio's shirt to trace his lips along his collarbones.
"I, um…" Sergio broke off and clenched his fingers as Iker found a particularly sensitive patch of skin at the base of his neck. Several seconds passed before Sergio could remember the question. "To… to do what you say?"
Iker paused his lips hovering in a smile over Sergio's skin. "That's close enough for tonight."
The gentle promise that there could be consecutive nights was perfectly clear. Sergio pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down as Iker made his way up Sergio's neck to his jawline. Sergio's hands were desperate to touch, to stroke, to feel, but he remained trapped between Iker's warm hard body and the soft cool mattress; hands bound helpless above him.
Sergio could feel Iker's breath puff very gently across his lips and he braced himself for a kiss. It didn't come, instead Iker reached between them and pulled Sergio's bottom lip from between his teeth. "I'm the only one who's allowed to bite," he whispered before pressing his lips firmly to Sergio's.
it wasn't like kissing anyone else. Sergio lay helpless to Iker's every demand, unable to take the reigns and dominate the kiss when Iker was the one in charge. All that he could do was respond, arching his neck to fit their mouths more firmly together, opening his mouth so Iker could plunge his tongue inside, squirming despite his bonds to fit their bodies more closely together.
Iker pulled back and Sergio couldn't help the small whimper that escaped his throat as Iker's weight left him. He was breathing hard, struggling to find his breath as Iker's hand reappeared on his body to slide up underneath the hem of Sergio's shirt and brush teasingly over his nipples.
Was he allowed to talk? He wasn't. Sergio struggled to keep his demands at bay. If this were any other night, Sergio would have been voicing his needs and wants without restraint. Sergio had always been quite vocal in the bedroom - the order to remain silent and keep his desires to himself was more than a challenge.
Iker seemed to realise this as his lips followed his hands over smooth skin. "Stop thinking," he ordered quietly as he pushed Sergio's shirt up around his ribs. "Stop looking at the finish line. Just relax."
Sergio opened his mouth to snap a reply but Iker nipped sharply at Sergio's nipple and the combined pain and pleasure had Sergio struggling to remember what had been so important.
"Good," Iker praised softly, shoving Sergio's shirt up further and further until it hung uselessly from Sergio's bound wrists.
*
Sergio was all muscle. In his head, Iker knew this. He had known and trained with the defender forever. What lay underneath Sergio's shirt had never been a mystery. Iker knew exactly what he would find. But knowing what he would see and having that vision stretched out before him were two completely different sides of the spectrum.
Iker sat back on his heels and ran his eyes slowly over Sergio's exposed skin. He looked spectacular laying there, arms bound to the headboard, eyes hidden behind the black blindfold, lips slightly parted as he struggled to retain his breath. Iker could think of so many things he wanted to do to him, things that could send Sergio sprinting in the opposite direction the second that Iker even voiced them. Another night, Iker promised himself. Tonight, he would merely give Sergio a taste - the defender would decide whether to return or not.
Shifting lightly, taking care not to make too much movement on the mattress, Iker straddled Sergio's hips. Sergio may not have been in bondage before, but if the hardness Iker could feel was any indication, he liked it a lot. Leaning forward, Iker captured Sergio's lips between his and kissed him, lips quick and demanding as his fingers pressed firmly over the length of Sergio's chest and arms.
Iker had to give him credit. Sergio kept his mouth shut. He was so quiet that Iker had to slow his hands to better read his body language. Softly and slowly, Iker discovered every single erogenous zone above the waist line that Sergio possessed. The base of his neck, the right side of his stomach just above the band of his jeans, the crease of his elbow, the small space underneath his ear. By the time Iker was done, Sergio was squirming underneath him, no longer able to keep the tiny moans and whimpers at bay.
"Here is what's going to happen." Iker told him, moving back until he was over Sergio's thighs. He reached out and unbuckled Sergio's belt. "There are a miried of things I could do to you. But I won't. At the end of the night if you're still curious then we can get together another time and go further. If not, then we go back to being regular teammates and never speak of this night again. Agreed?"
Sergio nodded.
"Say it, so I know that you understand," Iker ordered.
Sergio swallowed, adams apple bobbing in his throat. "I understand."
"What do you understand?" Iker pressed, thumbing open the button of Sergio's jeans. Sergio was hard, straining against his fly, Iker reached out and pulled the zip down, stalling to give Sergio time to answer.
"That we can continue if I want to, but if not, then we never talk about it again." Sergio summarised shakily.
"Good." Iker lowered his eyes and pulled aside the waistband of Sergio's jeans revealing the black briefs underneath. Iker could just make out Sergio's cock outlined against the material. It was nothing that Iker hadn't seen before, but again, the difference between glimpsing something in the locker room and seeing something spread willingly out in front of him was completely different.
Watching Sergio carefully for his reactions, Iker bent down and pressed his mouth against the material, mouthing Sergio's cock through the fabric. Sergio immediately gasped and yanked at his cuffs. Iker paused, waiting until the defender relaxed before returning his attention to the task at hand.
Sergio's cock curved enthusiastically towards his stomach as Iker freed it from the black fabric. Pushing both the jeans and briefs aside, Iker considered his options before leaving everything bunched around Sergio's knees - the fabric pinned his legs in position.
Iker's dark eyes flicked up to watch Sergio's face as he trailed his fingers lightly over the warm hard length. Sergio had his bottom lip between his teeth again and Iker allowed himself to be amused for a moment before taking away his hand and sitting back.
"What did I tell you?" Iker voiced.
It didn't take long for Sergio to catch on. He let go of his lower lip. "Sorry."
Iker nodded, vaguely wondering if he should threaten Sergio with punishment. No, Sergio wasn't ready for that. Iker didn't even know if Sergio had the personality to get any sort of enjoyment from that type of submission. Only time would tell.
Steadying the shaft with his fingers, Iker bent forward and wrapped his lips around the head. Sergio was hot in his mouth as Iker rubbed his tongue along his length, the thick shaft stretched his lips as he sealed them around the smooth satiny skin.
Iker did exactly as he wanted, moving at a slow and steady pace, enjoying the pants and murmurs that steadily began to spill from Sergio's mouth. He was frustrated, Iker could see that, his fists were clenched so tight around the bed posts that his knuckles were turning white and he strained repeatedly against the grip Iker had on his hips, pushing him down into the mattress, not allowing him to thrust the way he wanted to.
"Please," Sergio breathed, arching against his restraints in his desperate desire to get closer.
Iker pulled back, hand still moving up and down at that same maddening pace. "What do you want, Sergio? Tell me."
"Fuck me," Sergio whispered, still struggling against his restraints. "Stop teasing me, please."
"Teasing?" Iker smiled, "Ramos, you don't know what teasing is." He slowed his hand even further, "maybe I won't even let you come tonight…" he began casually.
"No!" Sergio protested quickly, hands straining against restraints. "No, don't do that."
Iker smirked, "Are you going to be good?"
"Yes," Sergio promised.
"Are you going to stop struggling and let me take as long as I want?"
Sergio hesitated before nodding quickly.
"Patience is rewarded, you know?" Iker murmured, lips trailing over skin as he yanked Sergio's jeans the rest of the way off. "Spread your legs."
It was a lewd order, but Sergio only hesitated for a second before doing what he was told.
Iker reached out and grabbed some lube and a condom from his bedside table before sitting back on his heels. It was only after he was suited up and had a dollop of lube on his fingers that he realised he had no idea what Sergio's regular preference was in the bedroom. Deciding to let Sergio's reactions answer for him, Iker knelt between Sergio's legs and took his cock back into his mouth. He worked for several minutes before reaching tentatively down between Sergio's legs and letting his finger trace gently around the hole. Sergio didn't tense or panic at Iker's proximity so he continued, tracing again and again until Sergio was pushing down against him and Iker knew he had his answer.
Working one slick finger inside, Iker watched as Sergio abandoned every order Iker had given him. Not only was he biting his lower lip, but he was pulling and straining against his cuffs, squirming all over the bed and his whimpers were quickly turning into whispered pleading. If this relationship was going to continue, Iker made a mental note to work heavily on Sergio's control and patience. The defender was apparently used to taking his pleasure quickly and regularly and was not used to being teased or denied.
Iker teasingly considered taking his hand away completely, but Sergio was already so close to breaking point that he added a second finger, watching Sergio's body break out in a fine sheen of sweat as he struggled to retain what was left of his control.
"Iker for gods sake," Sergio panted as another finger slipped slowly and teasingly inside, stretching him open. "I've done this before, I'm not going to break, just fuck me already."
If Sergio was a sub, Iker would have left the room and let him stew with that demand for an hour before he returned. But Sergio wasn't a sub and Iker's self control was in tatters, so instead he removed his fingers, slicked some lube over his cock, pushed Sergio's knees up to his chest and without any warning shoved deep inside to the hilt.
"Oh fuck," Sergio cursed, his voice shattered and shaky. He arched and tugged at his bound hands as he panted for breath, "let me free."
"No." Iker replied, holding still.
"Fuck you." Sergio swore, struggling some more before collapsing down against the mattress and accepting Iker's control over the situation. "Please," Sergio begged.
"Who's in control, Sergio?" Iker asked, fingers clenched in his attempt to keep his voice calm. He was suddenly very glad that Sergio couldn't see him, because he was pretty sure his face was the epitome of pleasure. Sergio tightened around him and Iker bit back a curse. Iker brought his palm down against Sergio's buttock with a smart crack.
Sergio jerked surprised.
"Who's in control, Sergio?" Iker repeated sweetly.
Sergio's breath was coming so hard and fast, he was almost hyperventilating. "You are."
Iker rewarded him with a smooth slow thrust that had Sergio groaning underneath him. "That's right. And who's taking the orders?"
Iker could tell that Sergio would have murdered him if his hands were free.
"I am," he finally spat.
"Very nice," Iker praised, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. Iker moved slowly at first, then with more strength and more dominance as he thrust deep again and again. Iker pressed forward, his lips caressing Sergio's neck, teeth scraping against skin as his hands moved with complete freedom, claiming more and more of Sergio with every caress. Sergio was amazingly responsive underneath him, his fingers were wrapped tight around the headboard, hanging on for dear life as their movements became more and more frantic.
"Tell me you like it," Iker ordered as the pleasure built up inside him.
"I like it," Sergio panted hips moving with every thrust, "I fucking love it."
Iker claimed his lips. It wasn't a kiss. More like a desperate mashing of lips and panting breaths. Knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer, Iker reached between their bodies and gripped Sergio's cock in his hand.
"Oh fuck," Sergio whispered, "I'm…" he broke off when his orgasm overtook his body. That was all the encouragement Iker needed, he thrust half a dozen more times before coming with a shout, his hips jerking rapidly, riding out both their orgasms before Iker collapsed forward, catching the majority of his weight on his forearms.
Sergio was breathing hard underneath him. But as their breath slowed, and Iker regained control over his body, the defender still hadn't said anything. Pushing himself up, Iker unhooked Sergio's hands from the bedpost. "Are you okay?" Iker asked quietly as he massaged the life back into Sergio's wrists.
Sergio grinned. "When can we do it again?"
THE END
This is my first PWP, I would love some feedback :)
*** PART TWO ***
RATING: NC-18
SUMMARY: (PWP) Sergio is cuffed to the bed. Iker is in control. Written for a prompt at footballkink2
FANDOM: Football (Sergio Ramos/Iker Casillas)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
WARNING: Light kink (bondage/domination)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
*~*
To say that he was surprised was an understatement.
Sergio stared at the black leather cuffs that encircled his wrists. He knew what they were and he knew why they were there - hell, he even knew how he came to be wearing them. But that didn't stop him from staring bewildered at the firm supple leather.
Sergio swallowed nervously, "I'm not really sure that…"
"Quiet."
Sergio shut his mouth and clenched his fingers together. Across the room, Iker tossed a firm look over his shoulder before returning his attention to the open draw in front of him.
How in the hell had he gotten into this? Sergio curled his fingers together in his lap and tried to calm his racing heart. What had started as a drunken game of 'Have You Ever' had somehow morphed into this and…
"You've never been tied up before." Iker stated calmly his voice cutting through Sergio's racing thoughts.
"No," Sergio answered honestly, examining the silver buckle on each cuff. Wait… was Iker going to tie him up? He couldn't possibly mean with ropes, could he? An image of Iker wrapping ropes around his torso suddenly popped into mind and Sergio didn't know whether to be aroused or horrified.
"I won't tie you up tonight," Iker continued as he extracted a length of black material and wrapped it around his wrist. "I don't want to scare you off before we even get started." Iker turned and strolled purposely across the room, eyes fixed on Sergio. "Lay back," he ordered.
Sergio swallowed, obeying without even really realising what he was doing. He had questions, too many questions, but now was neither the time nor place to ask them. Iker wasn't forcing him to be here, he had offered to show him some of the lighter sides of bondage when Sergio had expressed a drunken interest. Sergio had accepted. End of story.
But of course, something like that sounded a lot better after too many drinks. A week later and stone cold sober, Sergio was feeling more than a little tentative.
"Relax," Iker told him, placing a hand on the centre of Sergio's chest and pushing him backwards. "Arms above your head."
Lifting his arms, Sergio took a deep breath and did as Iker asked, relaxing his body down into the mattress as Iker trailed his warm fingers up the length of Sergio's arms. Sergio couldn't see what he was doing, but the soft jangle of chains and the sudden firm pressure against his wrists made it pretty damn obvious. Sergio gave an experimental pull as Iker moved back. His wrists weren't going anywhere.
Iker stepped back and traced his eyes over Sergio's clothed form thoughtfully. "Something is missing," he mused, a small smirk crossing his lips.
Nakedness? Sergio supplied internally. Nervous or not, Sergio was pretty damn sure that the two of them had way too many clothes on.
But Iker didn't seem too concerned as he stepped forward and absentmindedly unwrapped the piece of black material from his arm. Leaning forward Iker placed the material over Sergio's eyes before stepping back. "Perfect."
Handcuffed and blindfolded.
In theory it didn't sound particularly unsettling. But in reality, Sergio knew exactly what it meant - he was shackled and spread for Iker's use.
Sergio squirmed, waiting for the first touch, but it didn't come. The room was utterly silent and all Sergio could see was the darkness of his blindfold. "Iker?"
"You don't have permission to speak."
"But I…"
"Quiet, or I'll gag you."
Sergio fell silent. Gag? How much bondage stuff did Iker own? Sergio had seen him riffling through a whole draw of bits and pieces, what else did he have in there?
Light fingers pressed against his rib cage. Sergio startled slighty at the sudden touch and licked his lips nervously. It was discerning, not being able to see what was going on. Sergio closed his eyes and focused on the fingers that traced over his chest, twisting into the fabric of his t-shirt and pressing flat along his stomach.
The bed dipped when Iker finally joined him on the mattress. Reacting on instinct, Sergio reached out to the source of heat but his cuffs halted the movement before it could ever begin. Sergio whimpered his frustration and squirmed impatiently.
Iker laughed lightly, his breath puffing across Sergio's neck. "Who is in charge here, Sergio?"
Was that a trick question? Sergio struggled to think as Iker's lips sucked gently against his neck. "You?"
"That's right. Me. What is your role?" Iker pushed aside the neck of Sergio's shirt to trace his lips along his collarbones.
"I, um…" Sergio broke off and clenched his fingers as Iker found a particularly sensitive patch of skin at the base of his neck. Several seconds passed before Sergio could remember the question. "To… to do what you say?"
Iker paused his lips hovering in a smile over Sergio's skin. "That's close enough for tonight."
The gentle promise that there could be consecutive nights was perfectly clear. Sergio pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down as Iker made his way up Sergio's neck to his jawline. Sergio's hands were desperate to touch, to stroke, to feel, but he remained trapped between Iker's warm hard body and the soft cool mattress; hands bound helpless above him.
Sergio could feel Iker's breath puff very gently across his lips and he braced himself for a kiss. It didn't come, instead Iker reached between them and pulled Sergio's bottom lip from between his teeth. "I'm the only one who's allowed to bite," he whispered before pressing his lips firmly to Sergio's.
it wasn't like kissing anyone else. Sergio lay helpless to Iker's every demand, unable to take the reigns and dominate the kiss when Iker was the one in charge. All that he could do was respond, arching his neck to fit their mouths more firmly together, opening his mouth so Iker could plunge his tongue inside, squirming despite his bonds to fit their bodies more closely together.
Iker pulled back and Sergio couldn't help the small whimper that escaped his throat as Iker's weight left him. He was breathing hard, struggling to find his breath as Iker's hand reappeared on his body to slide up underneath the hem of Sergio's shirt and brush teasingly over his nipples.
Was he allowed to talk? He wasn't. Sergio struggled to keep his demands at bay. If this were any other night, Sergio would have been voicing his needs and wants without restraint. Sergio had always been quite vocal in the bedroom - the order to remain silent and keep his desires to himself was more than a challenge.
Iker seemed to realise this as his lips followed his hands over smooth skin. "Stop thinking," he ordered quietly as he pushed Sergio's shirt up around his ribs. "Stop looking at the finish line. Just relax."
Sergio opened his mouth to snap a reply but Iker nipped sharply at Sergio's nipple and the combined pain and pleasure had Sergio struggling to remember what had been so important.
"Good," Iker praised softly, shoving Sergio's shirt up further and further until it hung uselessly from Sergio's bound wrists.
*
Sergio was all muscle. In his head, Iker knew this. He had known and trained with the defender forever. What lay underneath Sergio's shirt had never been a mystery. Iker knew exactly what he would find. But knowing what he would see and having that vision stretched out before him were two completely different sides of the spectrum.
Iker sat back on his heels and ran his eyes slowly over Sergio's exposed skin. He looked spectacular laying there, arms bound to the headboard, eyes hidden behind the black blindfold, lips slightly parted as he struggled to retain his breath. Iker could think of so many things he wanted to do to him, things that could send Sergio sprinting in the opposite direction the second that Iker even voiced them. Another night, Iker promised himself. Tonight, he would merely give Sergio a taste - the defender would decide whether to return or not.
Shifting lightly, taking care not to make too much movement on the mattress, Iker straddled Sergio's hips. Sergio may not have been in bondage before, but if the hardness Iker could feel was any indication, he liked it a lot. Leaning forward, Iker captured Sergio's lips between his and kissed him, lips quick and demanding as his fingers pressed firmly over the length of Sergio's chest and arms.
Iker had to give him credit. Sergio kept his mouth shut. He was so quiet that Iker had to slow his hands to better read his body language. Softly and slowly, Iker discovered every single erogenous zone above the waist line that Sergio possessed. The base of his neck, the right side of his stomach just above the band of his jeans, the crease of his elbow, the small space underneath his ear. By the time Iker was done, Sergio was squirming underneath him, no longer able to keep the tiny moans and whimpers at bay.
"Here is what's going to happen." Iker told him, moving back until he was over Sergio's thighs. He reached out and unbuckled Sergio's belt. "There are a miried of things I could do to you. But I won't. At the end of the night if you're still curious then we can get together another time and go further. If not, then we go back to being regular teammates and never speak of this night again. Agreed?"
Sergio nodded.
"Say it, so I know that you understand," Iker ordered.
Sergio swallowed, adams apple bobbing in his throat. "I understand."
"What do you understand?" Iker pressed, thumbing open the button of Sergio's jeans. Sergio was hard, straining against his fly, Iker reached out and pulled the zip down, stalling to give Sergio time to answer.
"That we can continue if I want to, but if not, then we never talk about it again." Sergio summarised shakily.
"Good." Iker lowered his eyes and pulled aside the waistband of Sergio's jeans revealing the black briefs underneath. Iker could just make out Sergio's cock outlined against the material. It was nothing that Iker hadn't seen before, but again, the difference between glimpsing something in the locker room and seeing something spread willingly out in front of him was completely different.
Watching Sergio carefully for his reactions, Iker bent down and pressed his mouth against the material, mouthing Sergio's cock through the fabric. Sergio immediately gasped and yanked at his cuffs. Iker paused, waiting until the defender relaxed before returning his attention to the task at hand.
Sergio's cock curved enthusiastically towards his stomach as Iker freed it from the black fabric. Pushing both the jeans and briefs aside, Iker considered his options before leaving everything bunched around Sergio's knees - the fabric pinned his legs in position.
Iker's dark eyes flicked up to watch Sergio's face as he trailed his fingers lightly over the warm hard length. Sergio had his bottom lip between his teeth again and Iker allowed himself to be amused for a moment before taking away his hand and sitting back.
"What did I tell you?" Iker voiced.
It didn't take long for Sergio to catch on. He let go of his lower lip. "Sorry."
Iker nodded, vaguely wondering if he should threaten Sergio with punishment. No, Sergio wasn't ready for that. Iker didn't even know if Sergio had the personality to get any sort of enjoyment from that type of submission. Only time would tell.
Steadying the shaft with his fingers, Iker bent forward and wrapped his lips around the head. Sergio was hot in his mouth as Iker rubbed his tongue along his length, the thick shaft stretched his lips as he sealed them around the smooth satiny skin.
Iker did exactly as he wanted, moving at a slow and steady pace, enjoying the pants and murmurs that steadily began to spill from Sergio's mouth. He was frustrated, Iker could see that, his fists were clenched so tight around the bed posts that his knuckles were turning white and he strained repeatedly against the grip Iker had on his hips, pushing him down into the mattress, not allowing him to thrust the way he wanted to.
"Please," Sergio breathed, arching against his restraints in his desperate desire to get closer.
Iker pulled back, hand still moving up and down at that same maddening pace. "What do you want, Sergio? Tell me."
"Fuck me," Sergio whispered, still struggling against his restraints. "Stop teasing me, please."
"Teasing?" Iker smiled, "Ramos, you don't know what teasing is." He slowed his hand even further, "maybe I won't even let you come tonight…" he began casually.
"No!" Sergio protested quickly, hands straining against restraints. "No, don't do that."
Iker smirked, "Are you going to be good?"
"Yes," Sergio promised.
"Are you going to stop struggling and let me take as long as I want?"
Sergio hesitated before nodding quickly.
"Patience is rewarded, you know?" Iker murmured, lips trailing over skin as he yanked Sergio's jeans the rest of the way off. "Spread your legs."
It was a lewd order, but Sergio only hesitated for a second before doing what he was told.
Iker reached out and grabbed some lube and a condom from his bedside table before sitting back on his heels. It was only after he was suited up and had a dollop of lube on his fingers that he realised he had no idea what Sergio's regular preference was in the bedroom. Deciding to let Sergio's reactions answer for him, Iker knelt between Sergio's legs and took his cock back into his mouth. He worked for several minutes before reaching tentatively down between Sergio's legs and letting his finger trace gently around the hole. Sergio didn't tense or panic at Iker's proximity so he continued, tracing again and again until Sergio was pushing down against him and Iker knew he had his answer.
Working one slick finger inside, Iker watched as Sergio abandoned every order Iker had given him. Not only was he biting his lower lip, but he was pulling and straining against his cuffs, squirming all over the bed and his whimpers were quickly turning into whispered pleading. If this relationship was going to continue, Iker made a mental note to work heavily on Sergio's control and patience. The defender was apparently used to taking his pleasure quickly and regularly and was not used to being teased or denied.
Iker teasingly considered taking his hand away completely, but Sergio was already so close to breaking point that he added a second finger, watching Sergio's body break out in a fine sheen of sweat as he struggled to retain what was left of his control.
"Iker for gods sake," Sergio panted as another finger slipped slowly and teasingly inside, stretching him open. "I've done this before, I'm not going to break, just fuck me already."
If Sergio was a sub, Iker would have left the room and let him stew with that demand for an hour before he returned. But Sergio wasn't a sub and Iker's self control was in tatters, so instead he removed his fingers, slicked some lube over his cock, pushed Sergio's knees up to his chest and without any warning shoved deep inside to the hilt.
"Oh fuck," Sergio cursed, his voice shattered and shaky. He arched and tugged at his bound hands as he panted for breath, "let me free."
"No." Iker replied, holding still.
"Fuck you." Sergio swore, struggling some more before collapsing down against the mattress and accepting Iker's control over the situation. "Please," Sergio begged.
"Who's in control, Sergio?" Iker asked, fingers clenched in his attempt to keep his voice calm. He was suddenly very glad that Sergio couldn't see him, because he was pretty sure his face was the epitome of pleasure. Sergio tightened around him and Iker bit back a curse. Iker brought his palm down against Sergio's buttock with a smart crack.
Sergio jerked surprised.
"Who's in control, Sergio?" Iker repeated sweetly.
Sergio's breath was coming so hard and fast, he was almost hyperventilating. "You are."
Iker rewarded him with a smooth slow thrust that had Sergio groaning underneath him. "That's right. And who's taking the orders?"
Iker could tell that Sergio would have murdered him if his hands were free.
"I am," he finally spat.
"Very nice," Iker praised, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm. Iker moved slowly at first, then with more strength and more dominance as he thrust deep again and again. Iker pressed forward, his lips caressing Sergio's neck, teeth scraping against skin as his hands moved with complete freedom, claiming more and more of Sergio with every caress. Sergio was amazingly responsive underneath him, his fingers were wrapped tight around the headboard, hanging on for dear life as their movements became more and more frantic.
"Tell me you like it," Iker ordered as the pleasure built up inside him.
"I like it," Sergio panted hips moving with every thrust, "I fucking love it."
Iker claimed his lips. It wasn't a kiss. More like a desperate mashing of lips and panting breaths. Knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer, Iker reached between their bodies and gripped Sergio's cock in his hand.
"Oh fuck," Sergio whispered, "I'm…" he broke off when his orgasm overtook his body. That was all the encouragement Iker needed, he thrust half a dozen more times before coming with a shout, his hips jerking rapidly, riding out both their orgasms before Iker collapsed forward, catching the majority of his weight on his forearms.
Sergio was breathing hard underneath him. But as their breath slowed, and Iker regained control over his body, the defender still hadn't said anything. Pushing himself up, Iker unhooked Sergio's hands from the bedpost. "Are you okay?" Iker asked quietly as he massaged the life back into Sergio's wrists.
Sergio grinned. "When can we do it again?"
THE END
This is my first PWP, I would love some feedback :)
*** PART TWO ***