Fightback
by mind_of_onion
The most infuriating thing about Hilário?
If anyone ever asked Ricardo that question the answer would come quick like a shot: Hilário was the cuddliest person he had ever met.
Why it was so infuriating?
Simple: Because a grown man just should not enjoy the cuddliness of another man, even if that other man was cuddlier than the cuddliest teddy bear in the world. Which Hilário undoubtedly was.
But Ricardo did enjoy Hilário's cuddliness. No, scratch that: He didn't just enjoy it, he loved it. He was almost addicted to it. Actually, he was completely and utterly addicted to Hilário's cuddliness.
But there was something else about Hilário that irritated and infuriated Ricardo even more. Much, much more, in fact.
*
"Fight back, damn you!"
Ricardo shoved Hilário hard against the wall, but the keeper merely gasped and already craned his neck again in search for Carvalho's mouth, his hands coming to rest at his lover's arms, gently kneading the muscled flesh. Ricardo melted into the touch and kiss, opening his mouth to Hilário's gently probing tongue, his eyes fluttering shut...
"No!"
He roughly grabbed Hilário's chin and forced him to break the kiss, pushing his head back until he banged it against the wall, hard. That must have hurt, surely.
"Fight back! I know you can!"
Hilário's mouth twitched into the flash of a smile and his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"But I am."
Somehow he freed himself from Ricardo's grasp and again he found his lover's mouth, again ever so gently probing with his tongue, again lightly nibbling at Ricardo's lips, again beginning to caress his arms, soon roaming upwards, then downwards, across his back, across his chest... Ricardo heard himself moan and whimper.
"No, that is not fighting back!"
Again he broke the kiss and glowered at Hilário. He keeper calmly and patiently met his dark stare, the small, amused smile still playing on his lips. Ricardo growled and pulled Hilário away from the wall, only to slam him right back into it. Maybe now. If that had been him being slammed into the wall, he would have returned the favour with double force.
Hilário gasped loudly; was it because of the pain the impact caused him, or because Ricardo had pressed his full body against him in the course...? Well, he reacted by wrapping his arms around Ricardo, pulling his lover even closer, grinding his hips against Ricardo's...
"You're not fighting back!"
Quickly the defender brought some space between them - minimally though, not more than a stack of five sheets of paper would fit between them, but there was distance between them now. In his groin his cock painfully signalled its disagreement with Ricardo's decision. Not that that helped to brighten his mood. Angrily he smashed a fist into the wall next to Hilário's head.
Of course, his lover didn't even flinch. Ricardo grabbed a fistful of Hilário's hair and pulled his head backwards, exposing his neck...
"I told you to fight back!"
He bit down on the skin, right there where the cervical artery was throbbing underneath tanned skin... Hilário sighed and put a hand on Ricardo's hip to steady himself, tipping his head further back to give his lover easier access to his neck, inviting him to keep going.
Keep going...
Ricardo kept going, covering Hilário's skin with kisses, laps and bites, none of them actually strong enough mark his lover, but hard enough to hurt and make him fight back, surely.
Hilário moaned and whimpered wantonly, his fingers finding Ricardo's nape, gently caressing the skin, sending a surge of heat through Ricardo's body.
Ricardo growled and shook his head to clear his mind; he found Hilário's lips, kissing the very life out of him, plundering his lover's mouth, biting down on his lower lip until he almost drew blood. His hand moved between their bodies and closed around the bulge in Hilário's groin, roughly squeezing it. Even Paulo would have kicked the very life out of him by now had Ricardo ever treated him that way, and he didn't even dare to imagine what JT would do to him were the captain ever on the receiving end of such actions instead of Hilário. But this wasn't JT. This was Hilário, and the keeper reacted to Ricardo's roughness by retuning the kiss in earnest and grabbing the hem of Ricardo's training jersey and pulling it upwards to let his fingers sneak underneath. The mere touch made Ricardo's cock twitch even more desperately and elicited a guttural, incomprehensible sound from the defender.
"You call that fighting back?"
Ricardo let go of Hilário's groin and instead wrapped his hands around his lover's wrists to stop him from doing what he was doing, and again his cock protested at the interruption. His jersey was stretched across his stomach, hanging halfway up his torso, revealing tingling skin that was invisibly itching for more of Hilário's gentle touches, infuriating Ricardo even further. Again he leant forward and bit down on the junction between neck and shoulder, his teeth digging through the fabric of the keeper's track suit, deep into the skin and bones underneath.
Hilário whimpered and tossed his head from side to side.
Ricardo stopped him by again fisting a hand into his hair and finding his lips for another heated, angry kiss. His other hand soon followed suit, grabbing hold of more of Hilário's hair to steer his lover's head in any direction he wanted. Only that this meant that Hilário's hands were free to once more tug at his jersey and pull it upwards. If only Ricardo would have four hands, seriously.
"Stop it! Fight back already!"
Ricardo broke the kiss yet again and again caught his lover's hands, pinning them against the wall, glaring at the keeper. But there was a side effect to his actions: He had to press his body even harder against his lover's, the growing bulge in his training shorts pressing against the one in Hilário's training pants, the effect of which was a shudder and yet more wanton moaning from his lover. And from himself. But mostly it was Hilário's desperate moans Ricardo heard. Oh how he loved that sound...
To hell with it all.
Ricardo let go of Hilário's hands and grabbed his hair again instead, allowing Hilário to use his hands again - and of course he did so to continue undressing him - even though that meant that they had to break their kiss for the fraction of a second in order to get the damn fabric over his head and off his body. Hilário's hands roamed his back, his palms pressed flat against bare flesh, the touch soft as a feather and yet strong enough to hold Ricardo up as he felt his knees weaken. Hilário's kisses always had that effect on him.
One of Hilário's hands found the waistline of his shorts, expertly pulling open the knot in the lace, fingers slipping inside to caress his skin, to tease... Ricardo's cock throbbed in demand of more, much more, please... His moan lost itself somewhere inside Hilário's mouth as is lover's fingers crept further downwards. Ricardo tried to shake his head without breaking the kiss.
"No, fight back..."
What had been intended to be an angry outburst came out as an incoherent, absent-minded mumble, lost somewhere between kissing Hilário and feeling his fingers inside his shorts and across his body, touching here, kneading there, caressing there... Helplessly Ricardo bucked his hips forward into the touch of Hilário's fingers against his cock, breaking the kiss and tipping his head back, clinging on to his lover merely by the fists in Hilário's hair. The keeper used the opportunity to place gentle kisses on his neck and shoulders, his lips barely touching Ricardo's skin, his breath caressing tingling flesh.
"Damn it, fight back..."
Ricardo breathed in sharply when Hilário's fingers gently closed around his cock, slowly pumping up and down, long and caressing thrusts of the hand that Ricardo knew was strong enough to throw a ball almost to the edge of the penalty box at the other end of the park.
His shorts dropped to his ankles.
He had no idea how that had happened, nor did Ricardo really have any idea why he was already fully undressed and Hilário still fully clothed.
Hilário, noticing Ricardo's confusion, interrupted his caresses and carefully watched the defender's face, his head slightly cocked to the side; glee was still sparkling brightly in his eyes, and his mouth still twitched with amusement as if he was trying hard not to laugh. Which he most likely was.
"You're pouting."
"I'm already naked."
"So?"
"You're still fully dressed."
The amused twitch of Hilário's lip increased in intensity.
"So?"
"I want you naked."
"Well, make me."
Growling angrily Ricardo reached for the zipper of Hilário's tracksuit, desperately tugging at the stupid thing but it wouldn't budge. Hilário chuckled and reached up to help him.
"Don't help me, fight back!"
Ricardo slapped his hands away. Hilário bit his lips to stop himself from laughing out loud and, wrapping an arm around Ricardo's neck to caress his nape and ears, he rested his forehead against his lover's, watching as the defender battled with the jammed zipper. The fingers of his other hand drew random patterns on Ricardo's chest and stomach, sometimes wandering down towards his groin but never far enough to reach his aching cock. It didn't really help Ricardo to focus, nor did the zipper that simply refused to cooperate.
"Don't laugh at me, help me already!"
As if on cue the damned zipper suddenly came loose, allowing Ricardo to open the jacket and push it down Hilário's shoulders and arms, revealing another layer of clothing, though gladly without any more zippers. At least something. Ricardo hastily grabbed the jersey and tugged it upwards.
"Don't rip it."
Ricardo gave Hilário a sour duh-of-course-not-do-you-think-I'm-stupid-or-what look and continued tugging until he had it over Hilário's head and off his body, finally disclosing his lover's smooth skin. Ricardo gasped in delight and shifted to take a languid lap at it and to nuzzle the soft, dark curls covering the broad, muscled chest. His arousal throbbed in anticipation.
Hilário gently threaded his fingers through Ricardo's hair (thinning thanks to all the heading he had to do) and pressed soft kisses on his lover's head as he let him have his moment. His other hand found its way downwards again, between their bodies, to the throbbing organ standing erect from Ricardo's groin.
"Good lord, you're killing me!"
Ricardo shuddered and gasped as he nearly came undone at the feather-like touch of his lover's fingers around his cock. He clung on to Hilário, pressing himself against his lover to steady himself, panting heavily to fill his lungs with the air that Hilário's touch had pressed out of him. Hilário smiled and cupped his chin, finding his lips for a gentle, loving kiss, holding Ricardo upright without much effort. Not that this was hard any more, anyway: Ricardo had turned into hot wax in the keeper's hands.
He mumbled incoherently when he was lowered onto something soft - what was it this time? A stack of towels in a dressing room at Cobham? A massage bed at another ground? A hotel room couch? A pile of a dozen pillows? Who cared, anyway? Ricardo surely didn't, not any more. He sighed and arched as Hilário's lips lowered onto his skin again, leaving a trail of burning, tingling skin wherever his mouth or fingers had touched his lover's flesh.
"But I want you to fight back..."
Ricardo whimpered and spread his legs and rolled his hips as he felt Hilário's hands creep ever so slowly further down his body... down his chest... his stomach... his sides (momentarily tickling him, the cheeky bastard!)... his stomach again... agonizingly slowly he went, but he made up for it, letting Ricardo find his lips for a kiss, slow and languid as his hands.
"Fight..."
Hilário's fingers closed again around Ricardo's arousal, but his other hand wandered further - first down one leg and then up the other and again down one leg and up once more, further up to his sides again, and then to the small of his back, and down his arse, squeezing it - had anyone ever mentioned that Hilário was a bloody cheeky tease? - and up again the other butt cheek, across the small of his back and back to the side (quickly tickling, what else?) and down his stomach again, circling his navel about a zillion times, along his happy trail down to his legs, down his inner thighs, past his other hand slowly pumping his lover's arousal...
"...ack..."
Ricardo's whole body trembled violently when Hilário's finger found his entrance and momentarily dipped inside, not much, just the tip. Hilário didn't dry-hump, never.
"Lime or neutral?"
Gasping for air Ricardo forced himself to open his eyes and look up at his lover, who was watching him with his head cocked to the side, a questioning look on his face. He couldn't believe that Hilário really had asked that just now.
"What?"
Hilário shrugged.
"Lime or neutral?"
Ricardo opened and closed his mouth like a furious carp.
"Do I look like I care?!"
Hilário nodded gravely.
"Lime it is then."
Ricardo spat a curse at his lover that would even make the English boys blush and bucked his hips up, thrusting his cock hard into Hilário's hand. The keeper chuckled quietly.
"So you do want neutral after all?"
"I. Don't. Care!"
"Neither do I but I thought I should be polite and tell you that you have a choice."
Ricardo fell backwards into the pillows/towels/whatever it was they were lying on and screamed his frustration into fabric. Then he turned back at his lover and glared at him angrily.
"The only choice I want to have right now is do I want to be fucked by you or do I want you to fuck me!"
"You know, you are cute when you're angry."
This time Ricardo had no time to scream or curse; without him noticing Hilário had already slicked up his fingers and now pressed a digit forward, slowly, into letting it enter his lover's body, eliciting a long, low moan from him. Smiling Hilário leant forward, rubbing their groins together and finding Ricardo's mouth yet again.
If Ricardo didn't know any better, he'd say that Hilário was even more addicted to his kisses than Ricardo was to the keeper's.
Hilário added a second finger, carefully and gently stretching his lover's entrance for what was to come, all the while kissing him deeply, exploring his mouth, tasting his lover... Ricardo sighed into his lover's mouth and grabbed the muscled arms to cling to, momentarily breaking the kiss and immediately seeking his lover's lips again, moaning and grunting into Hilário's mouth, bucking his hips against the keeper's, then grinding down on the fingers preparing him, tickling his prostate... At last - or was it far too soon? - Hilário was satisfied with his preparations and pulled the fingers from Ricardo's body.
"...fghtuck..."
Ricardo whimpered and bit down on Hilário's shoulder when his lover replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing forward and falling into a rhythm of slow and steady yet powerful thrusts. The defender gasped and dug his fingers into his lover's back, clinging on to him as if his very life depended upon it. Well, his life surely didn't, but his sanity did. The only problem was, that Hilário wanted him to lose his sanity. Actually, it wasn't really a problem. After all, Ricardo wanted it too.
Hilário's hands were all over him, one moment in his hair, the next pressed against his chest, then caressing his neck before pinning his arms down and then at his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts... It was almost as if Hilário was struggling as much for sanity as Ricardo was - but Hilário never lost control of himself, didn't he? At least not to Ricardo's knowledge - he had never seen it, and he was certain he never would.
As if on cue the keeper increased the tempo, every thrust coming a little faster than the previous one though without increasing the intensity - they were still as gentle and careful as ever, still Ricardo could feel the tension inside him grow, and so did Hilário. Reaching between their bodies he closed his fingers around his lover's arousal, pumping it in perfect counter-rhythm to the movement of his cock inside Ricardo's body.
Ricardo shuddered and whimpered again. He could feel how close he was to falling into oblivion, and how close Hilário was, too. He tried to open his eyes but to no avail - the double sensation of his lover's cock inside brushing his prostate and the hand pumping his cock was too much to bear.
"Come for me."
Hilário almost slipped from Ricardo's body before pushing back inside. Ricardo again tried to open his eyes to look at his lover and tell him, "Not before you came!" Instead he simply moaned and grunted; he couldn't even shake his head any more. It was a lost cause.
"Come for me, Ricardo."
Ricardo drilled his fingers into Hilário's flesh, trying to delay the moment longer. Again Hilário's cock pressed against his prostate and he gasped loudly.
*
The one thing that Hilário liked best about Ricardo?
The keeper looked down at his exhausted sleeping lover snuggled up in his arms and smiled.
Easy: That he always fought back.
The most infuriating thing about Hilário?
If anyone ever asked Ricardo that question the answer would come quick like a shot: Hilário was the cuddliest person he had ever met.
Why it was so infuriating?
Simple: Because a grown man just should not enjoy the cuddliness of another man, even if that other man was cuddlier than the cuddliest teddy bear in the world. Which Hilário undoubtedly was.
But Ricardo did enjoy Hilário's cuddliness. No, scratch that: He didn't just enjoy it, he loved it. He was almost addicted to it. Actually, he was completely and utterly addicted to Hilário's cuddliness.
But there was something else about Hilário that irritated and infuriated Ricardo even more. Much, much more, in fact.
*
"Fight back, damn you!"
Ricardo shoved Hilário hard against the wall, but the keeper merely gasped and already craned his neck again in search for Carvalho's mouth, his hands coming to rest at his lover's arms, gently kneading the muscled flesh. Ricardo melted into the touch and kiss, opening his mouth to Hilário's gently probing tongue, his eyes fluttering shut...
"No!"
He roughly grabbed Hilário's chin and forced him to break the kiss, pushing his head back until he banged it against the wall, hard. That must have hurt, surely.
"Fight back! I know you can!"
Hilário's mouth twitched into the flash of a smile and his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"But I am."
Somehow he freed himself from Ricardo's grasp and again he found his lover's mouth, again ever so gently probing with his tongue, again lightly nibbling at Ricardo's lips, again beginning to caress his arms, soon roaming upwards, then downwards, across his back, across his chest... Ricardo heard himself moan and whimper.
"No, that is not fighting back!"
Again he broke the kiss and glowered at Hilário. He keeper calmly and patiently met his dark stare, the small, amused smile still playing on his lips. Ricardo growled and pulled Hilário away from the wall, only to slam him right back into it. Maybe now. If that had been him being slammed into the wall, he would have returned the favour with double force.
Hilário gasped loudly; was it because of the pain the impact caused him, or because Ricardo had pressed his full body against him in the course...? Well, he reacted by wrapping his arms around Ricardo, pulling his lover even closer, grinding his hips against Ricardo's...
"You're not fighting back!"
Quickly the defender brought some space between them - minimally though, not more than a stack of five sheets of paper would fit between them, but there was distance between them now. In his groin his cock painfully signalled its disagreement with Ricardo's decision. Not that that helped to brighten his mood. Angrily he smashed a fist into the wall next to Hilário's head.
Of course, his lover didn't even flinch. Ricardo grabbed a fistful of Hilário's hair and pulled his head backwards, exposing his neck...
"I told you to fight back!"
He bit down on the skin, right there where the cervical artery was throbbing underneath tanned skin... Hilário sighed and put a hand on Ricardo's hip to steady himself, tipping his head further back to give his lover easier access to his neck, inviting him to keep going.
Keep going...
Ricardo kept going, covering Hilário's skin with kisses, laps and bites, none of them actually strong enough mark his lover, but hard enough to hurt and make him fight back, surely.
Hilário moaned and whimpered wantonly, his fingers finding Ricardo's nape, gently caressing the skin, sending a surge of heat through Ricardo's body.
Ricardo growled and shook his head to clear his mind; he found Hilário's lips, kissing the very life out of him, plundering his lover's mouth, biting down on his lower lip until he almost drew blood. His hand moved between their bodies and closed around the bulge in Hilário's groin, roughly squeezing it. Even Paulo would have kicked the very life out of him by now had Ricardo ever treated him that way, and he didn't even dare to imagine what JT would do to him were the captain ever on the receiving end of such actions instead of Hilário. But this wasn't JT. This was Hilário, and the keeper reacted to Ricardo's roughness by retuning the kiss in earnest and grabbing the hem of Ricardo's training jersey and pulling it upwards to let his fingers sneak underneath. The mere touch made Ricardo's cock twitch even more desperately and elicited a guttural, incomprehensible sound from the defender.
"You call that fighting back?"
Ricardo let go of Hilário's groin and instead wrapped his hands around his lover's wrists to stop him from doing what he was doing, and again his cock protested at the interruption. His jersey was stretched across his stomach, hanging halfway up his torso, revealing tingling skin that was invisibly itching for more of Hilário's gentle touches, infuriating Ricardo even further. Again he leant forward and bit down on the junction between neck and shoulder, his teeth digging through the fabric of the keeper's track suit, deep into the skin and bones underneath.
Hilário whimpered and tossed his head from side to side.
Ricardo stopped him by again fisting a hand into his hair and finding his lips for another heated, angry kiss. His other hand soon followed suit, grabbing hold of more of Hilário's hair to steer his lover's head in any direction he wanted. Only that this meant that Hilário's hands were free to once more tug at his jersey and pull it upwards. If only Ricardo would have four hands, seriously.
"Stop it! Fight back already!"
Ricardo broke the kiss yet again and again caught his lover's hands, pinning them against the wall, glaring at the keeper. But there was a side effect to his actions: He had to press his body even harder against his lover's, the growing bulge in his training shorts pressing against the one in Hilário's training pants, the effect of which was a shudder and yet more wanton moaning from his lover. And from himself. But mostly it was Hilário's desperate moans Ricardo heard. Oh how he loved that sound...
To hell with it all.
Ricardo let go of Hilário's hands and grabbed his hair again instead, allowing Hilário to use his hands again - and of course he did so to continue undressing him - even though that meant that they had to break their kiss for the fraction of a second in order to get the damn fabric over his head and off his body. Hilário's hands roamed his back, his palms pressed flat against bare flesh, the touch soft as a feather and yet strong enough to hold Ricardo up as he felt his knees weaken. Hilário's kisses always had that effect on him.
One of Hilário's hands found the waistline of his shorts, expertly pulling open the knot in the lace, fingers slipping inside to caress his skin, to tease... Ricardo's cock throbbed in demand of more, much more, please... His moan lost itself somewhere inside Hilário's mouth as is lover's fingers crept further downwards. Ricardo tried to shake his head without breaking the kiss.
"No, fight back..."
What had been intended to be an angry outburst came out as an incoherent, absent-minded mumble, lost somewhere between kissing Hilário and feeling his fingers inside his shorts and across his body, touching here, kneading there, caressing there... Helplessly Ricardo bucked his hips forward into the touch of Hilário's fingers against his cock, breaking the kiss and tipping his head back, clinging on to his lover merely by the fists in Hilário's hair. The keeper used the opportunity to place gentle kisses on his neck and shoulders, his lips barely touching Ricardo's skin, his breath caressing tingling flesh.
"Damn it, fight back..."
Ricardo breathed in sharply when Hilário's fingers gently closed around his cock, slowly pumping up and down, long and caressing thrusts of the hand that Ricardo knew was strong enough to throw a ball almost to the edge of the penalty box at the other end of the park.
His shorts dropped to his ankles.
He had no idea how that had happened, nor did Ricardo really have any idea why he was already fully undressed and Hilário still fully clothed.
Hilário, noticing Ricardo's confusion, interrupted his caresses and carefully watched the defender's face, his head slightly cocked to the side; glee was still sparkling brightly in his eyes, and his mouth still twitched with amusement as if he was trying hard not to laugh. Which he most likely was.
"You're pouting."
"I'm already naked."
"So?"
"You're still fully dressed."
The amused twitch of Hilário's lip increased in intensity.
"So?"
"I want you naked."
"Well, make me."
Growling angrily Ricardo reached for the zipper of Hilário's tracksuit, desperately tugging at the stupid thing but it wouldn't budge. Hilário chuckled and reached up to help him.
"Don't help me, fight back!"
Ricardo slapped his hands away. Hilário bit his lips to stop himself from laughing out loud and, wrapping an arm around Ricardo's neck to caress his nape and ears, he rested his forehead against his lover's, watching as the defender battled with the jammed zipper. The fingers of his other hand drew random patterns on Ricardo's chest and stomach, sometimes wandering down towards his groin but never far enough to reach his aching cock. It didn't really help Ricardo to focus, nor did the zipper that simply refused to cooperate.
"Don't laugh at me, help me already!"
As if on cue the damned zipper suddenly came loose, allowing Ricardo to open the jacket and push it down Hilário's shoulders and arms, revealing another layer of clothing, though gladly without any more zippers. At least something. Ricardo hastily grabbed the jersey and tugged it upwards.
"Don't rip it."
Ricardo gave Hilário a sour duh-of-course-not-do-you-think-I'm-stupid-or-what look and continued tugging until he had it over Hilário's head and off his body, finally disclosing his lover's smooth skin. Ricardo gasped in delight and shifted to take a languid lap at it and to nuzzle the soft, dark curls covering the broad, muscled chest. His arousal throbbed in anticipation.
Hilário gently threaded his fingers through Ricardo's hair (thinning thanks to all the heading he had to do) and pressed soft kisses on his lover's head as he let him have his moment. His other hand found its way downwards again, between their bodies, to the throbbing organ standing erect from Ricardo's groin.
"Good lord, you're killing me!"
Ricardo shuddered and gasped as he nearly came undone at the feather-like touch of his lover's fingers around his cock. He clung on to Hilário, pressing himself against his lover to steady himself, panting heavily to fill his lungs with the air that Hilário's touch had pressed out of him. Hilário smiled and cupped his chin, finding his lips for a gentle, loving kiss, holding Ricardo upright without much effort. Not that this was hard any more, anyway: Ricardo had turned into hot wax in the keeper's hands.
He mumbled incoherently when he was lowered onto something soft - what was it this time? A stack of towels in a dressing room at Cobham? A massage bed at another ground? A hotel room couch? A pile of a dozen pillows? Who cared, anyway? Ricardo surely didn't, not any more. He sighed and arched as Hilário's lips lowered onto his skin again, leaving a trail of burning, tingling skin wherever his mouth or fingers had touched his lover's flesh.
"But I want you to fight back..."
Ricardo whimpered and spread his legs and rolled his hips as he felt Hilário's hands creep ever so slowly further down his body... down his chest... his stomach... his sides (momentarily tickling him, the cheeky bastard!)... his stomach again... agonizingly slowly he went, but he made up for it, letting Ricardo find his lips for a kiss, slow and languid as his hands.
"Fight..."
Hilário's fingers closed again around Ricardo's arousal, but his other hand wandered further - first down one leg and then up the other and again down one leg and up once more, further up to his sides again, and then to the small of his back, and down his arse, squeezing it - had anyone ever mentioned that Hilário was a bloody cheeky tease? - and up again the other butt cheek, across the small of his back and back to the side (quickly tickling, what else?) and down his stomach again, circling his navel about a zillion times, along his happy trail down to his legs, down his inner thighs, past his other hand slowly pumping his lover's arousal...
"...ack..."
Ricardo's whole body trembled violently when Hilário's finger found his entrance and momentarily dipped inside, not much, just the tip. Hilário didn't dry-hump, never.
"Lime or neutral?"
Gasping for air Ricardo forced himself to open his eyes and look up at his lover, who was watching him with his head cocked to the side, a questioning look on his face. He couldn't believe that Hilário really had asked that just now.
"What?"
Hilário shrugged.
"Lime or neutral?"
Ricardo opened and closed his mouth like a furious carp.
"Do I look like I care?!"
Hilário nodded gravely.
"Lime it is then."
Ricardo spat a curse at his lover that would even make the English boys blush and bucked his hips up, thrusting his cock hard into Hilário's hand. The keeper chuckled quietly.
"So you do want neutral after all?"
"I. Don't. Care!"
"Neither do I but I thought I should be polite and tell you that you have a choice."
Ricardo fell backwards into the pillows/towels/whatever it was they were lying on and screamed his frustration into fabric. Then he turned back at his lover and glared at him angrily.
"The only choice I want to have right now is do I want to be fucked by you or do I want you to fuck me!"
"You know, you are cute when you're angry."
This time Ricardo had no time to scream or curse; without him noticing Hilário had already slicked up his fingers and now pressed a digit forward, slowly, into letting it enter his lover's body, eliciting a long, low moan from him. Smiling Hilário leant forward, rubbing their groins together and finding Ricardo's mouth yet again.
If Ricardo didn't know any better, he'd say that Hilário was even more addicted to his kisses than Ricardo was to the keeper's.
Hilário added a second finger, carefully and gently stretching his lover's entrance for what was to come, all the while kissing him deeply, exploring his mouth, tasting his lover... Ricardo sighed into his lover's mouth and grabbed the muscled arms to cling to, momentarily breaking the kiss and immediately seeking his lover's lips again, moaning and grunting into Hilário's mouth, bucking his hips against the keeper's, then grinding down on the fingers preparing him, tickling his prostate... At last - or was it far too soon? - Hilário was satisfied with his preparations and pulled the fingers from Ricardo's body.
"...fghtuck..."
Ricardo whimpered and bit down on Hilário's shoulder when his lover replaced his fingers with his cock, pressing forward and falling into a rhythm of slow and steady yet powerful thrusts. The defender gasped and dug his fingers into his lover's back, clinging on to him as if his very life depended upon it. Well, his life surely didn't, but his sanity did. The only problem was, that Hilário wanted him to lose his sanity. Actually, it wasn't really a problem. After all, Ricardo wanted it too.
Hilário's hands were all over him, one moment in his hair, the next pressed against his chest, then caressing his neck before pinning his arms down and then at his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts... It was almost as if Hilário was struggling as much for sanity as Ricardo was - but Hilário never lost control of himself, didn't he? At least not to Ricardo's knowledge - he had never seen it, and he was certain he never would.
As if on cue the keeper increased the tempo, every thrust coming a little faster than the previous one though without increasing the intensity - they were still as gentle and careful as ever, still Ricardo could feel the tension inside him grow, and so did Hilário. Reaching between their bodies he closed his fingers around his lover's arousal, pumping it in perfect counter-rhythm to the movement of his cock inside Ricardo's body.
Ricardo shuddered and whimpered again. He could feel how close he was to falling into oblivion, and how close Hilário was, too. He tried to open his eyes but to no avail - the double sensation of his lover's cock inside brushing his prostate and the hand pumping his cock was too much to bear.
"Come for me."
Hilário almost slipped from Ricardo's body before pushing back inside. Ricardo again tried to open his eyes to look at his lover and tell him, "Not before you came!" Instead he simply moaned and grunted; he couldn't even shake his head any more. It was a lost cause.
"Come for me, Ricardo."
Ricardo drilled his fingers into Hilário's flesh, trying to delay the moment longer. Again Hilário's cock pressed against his prostate and he gasped loudly.
*
The one thing that Hilário liked best about Ricardo?
The keeper looked down at his exhausted sleeping lover snuggled up in his arms and smiled.
Easy: That he always fought back.