Prompt 4: Sloth
Author: blackdracaena
Fandom: RPS Football (Soccer)
Characters/Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Prompt: Sloth (04.)
Word Count: 1300
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, all lies.
Author's Notes: This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
bel·phe·gor
Bishop and witch-hunter Peter Binsfeld believed that Belphegor tempts by means of laziness and therefor is the demon attributed to the sin SLOTH.
be·el·ze·bub
According to Peter Binsfeld, Beelzebub was the demon of GLUTTONY. In Collin de Plancy's "Dictionnaire Infernal" he's depicted as a fly.
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Something crawls over his ear and Cristiano brushes it away. There is the damn tickling again, he mumbles and hits after it before pulling the pillow over his head. He’s not ready to wake up yet, he can sleep in, it’s his last week off and he won’t allow a bug to play his alarm clock.
It feels to him like just a couple of minutes have passed as he is woken up again. The sheet must have slipped from his legs as the tickling thing is back. He grunts and lazily opens one eye, only to close it again, recoiling from the harsh sunlight that filters through the half-closed blinds. Where had the pillow gone? It was supposed to be his protection against the bug and the new day.
Somehow the tickling feels different this time, not at all like a bug crawling over his leg. And the more he becomes awake the more he realizes that it’s the soft and gently motion of a hand brushing over his calves and thighs. Slowly the sheet is pulled from his body but Cristiano doesn’t mind, he’s warm, he would be sweating were it not for the gentle breeze of the air-condition fanning over his back.
Soft lips press against the small of his back and Cristiano smiles against the mattress. So Arjen is trying to wake him up slowly, knowing how cranky he can be if someone wakes him up too roughly. He has never been a morning person and he doubts that this will ever change.
Sleep is still beckoning him, with the promise of darkness and carefree dreams that would feel just as vivid as reality. But today sleep can’t tempt him, no dream can compare to the touch of his lover. Arjen has won the battle against Morpheus once more. Arching his back like a cat being petted he makes a purring sound.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Arjen whispers into his ear, his lips brushing against the skin and Cristiano shivers.
“Het is hoe laat?” He hears Arjen chuckle and it takes him a moment to realize why his lover is laughing. Right, he had actually asked him in Dutch what time it is and he doesn’t want to know what mistakes he had made this time and if Arjen is laughing about that or because he tried to use his lover’s native language.
“A little past noon.” Arjen answers him in English and nips softly on Cristiano’s earlobe.
Just past noon, now that wasn’t so bad and it also meant that he could stay in bed for a little while longer. It was too hot to go to the beach at this time of the day.
Stretching his arms over his head, he rolls onto his back and rubs his eyes sleepily. As he opens them, he sees Arjen smirk at him, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. Immediately Cristiano wraps his arms around his body for protection. “No tickling… please.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.”
But Cristiano frowns, he knows that look on Arjen’s face and it usually doesn’t bode well for him. His lover is definitely up to something. Mistrust must have shown on his face as Arjen laughs and shakes his head at him. Still he doesn’t feel assured but as Arjen shifts and places his head on Cristiano’s chest while his hand strokes over Cristiano’s belly and lower, he relaxes into the touch and closes his eyes. So that’s what Arjen is up to.
He moans, bucks up as Arjen curls his fingers around his cock and strokes him at a slow but steady pace. This is definitely going to be a perfect day, Cristiano thinks and he makes Arjen raise his head.
Their lips meet, Arjen tastes of coffee and something sweet, something that’s familiar but Cristiano cannot quite identify. He lets his tongue delve deeper, exploring, teasing, tasting.
This time it’s Arjen who moans, his finger’s move faster, squeeze harder and for Cristiano its pure bliss. His body is tightening like a bow string, warmth pooling in his belly and as white hot pleasure overwhelms him his fingers dig into Arjen’s shoulder as if he wants to hold on to him and never let go.
When he opens his eyes again, his breathing is still erratic and his vision slightly blurred but he sees Arjen smile down at him and feels his lover’s fingers brush over his chest soothingly.
He looks down over the length of his body and crinkles his nose. “You made a mess of me,” Cristiano says and gestures at his come covered belly.
Arjen huffs, raises his hand and shows him his sticky hand. “You made a mess of me too.”
Cristiano laughs at him before he slips from the bed and reaches for a discarded t-shirt. Arjen takes it from his hand, wipes it over Cristiano’s belly and then cleans his hand.
“Better now?” Arjen asks and Cristiano takes a moment, pretending to think about it.
“A bit.” Without warning he pulls Arjen flush against him and flips them over. Arjen is wearing way too much clothing for his liking and he quickly busies himself by undressing the Dutchman whose protests are silenced with kisses.
When Arjen is finally naked beneath him, Cristiano grins. “That is better now.”
He lets his gaze travel over Arjen’s body and reaches out to brush his hands over the tanned skin of his lover. It still amazes him how easily Arjen had tanned in the week they had been here on Madeira. He had been worried that Arjen might get sunburned from the long hours they had spent at the beach but instead Arjen just got a nice, and thanks to the secluded spot they had been, seamless tan.
Cristiano shifts and lets his hand trace over Arjen’s left thigh, and Arjen parts his legs at the touch a sigh coming from his lips. And it’s then that Cristiano realizes just how smooth Arjen’s skin is. Surprised he looks at him. “You shaved?”
Arjen shakes his head. “No, I had them waxed earlier this morning.”
Cristiano’s eyes narrow at that, Arjen had let someone wax him? He doesn’t like the image his mind forms of a stranger running his hands over Arjen’s skin. The thought of someone else than him and physio’s touching Arjen makes him growl.
“By whom?” His voice is harsh and his fingers grab Arjen’s chin, all gentleness gone as the green beast inside of him roars and demands to know what exactly has happened.
“By a very handsome Portuguese with very wicked and talented fingers,” Arjen says and Cristiano feels fury welling up inside of him but Arjen places a finger against his lips. “Your sister took me to your mama’s beautician.”
“Oh.” And now Cristiano remembers what that sweet taste was that he earlier couldn’t identify. His mother’s beautician is a very old lady and she had always given him candy when he was a kid. It’s those home made candies Arjen tasted of.
Running his fingers over Arjen’s chest he notices that all the hair is gone there too and the skin is slightly red.
“Next time you come to me.”
“Will it be less painful then?”
Cristiano shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. “Not really.”
“Then I rather not do it ever again. That had fucking hurt!”
“Poor baby,” Cristiano says and chuckles while tweaking one of Arjen’s nipples who hisses at him. “I will give you reward.”
And with that his lips close over Arjen’s and he hooks one of the Dutchman’s legs over his hips.
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Hidden between the plants, in his insect form, Beelzebub watches the couple. They spent all day in bed, not working just lazing around. Lowly humans, something needed to be done about that. Maybe it was time to pay Belphegor a visit and tell him to keep an eye on those two but first he would let himself be a bit more entertained by their coupling.
Fandom: RPS Football (Soccer)
Characters/Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Prompt: Sloth (04.)
Word Count: 1300
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, all lies.
Author's Notes: This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
bel·phe·gor
Bishop and witch-hunter Peter Binsfeld believed that Belphegor tempts by means of laziness and therefor is the demon attributed to the sin SLOTH.
be·el·ze·bub
According to Peter Binsfeld, Beelzebub was the demon of GLUTTONY. In Collin de Plancy's "Dictionnaire Infernal" he's depicted as a fly.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Something crawls over his ear and Cristiano brushes it away. There is the damn tickling again, he mumbles and hits after it before pulling the pillow over his head. He’s not ready to wake up yet, he can sleep in, it’s his last week off and he won’t allow a bug to play his alarm clock.
It feels to him like just a couple of minutes have passed as he is woken up again. The sheet must have slipped from his legs as the tickling thing is back. He grunts and lazily opens one eye, only to close it again, recoiling from the harsh sunlight that filters through the half-closed blinds. Where had the pillow gone? It was supposed to be his protection against the bug and the new day.
Somehow the tickling feels different this time, not at all like a bug crawling over his leg. And the more he becomes awake the more he realizes that it’s the soft and gently motion of a hand brushing over his calves and thighs. Slowly the sheet is pulled from his body but Cristiano doesn’t mind, he’s warm, he would be sweating were it not for the gentle breeze of the air-condition fanning over his back.
Soft lips press against the small of his back and Cristiano smiles against the mattress. So Arjen is trying to wake him up slowly, knowing how cranky he can be if someone wakes him up too roughly. He has never been a morning person and he doubts that this will ever change.
Sleep is still beckoning him, with the promise of darkness and carefree dreams that would feel just as vivid as reality. But today sleep can’t tempt him, no dream can compare to the touch of his lover. Arjen has won the battle against Morpheus once more. Arching his back like a cat being petted he makes a purring sound.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Arjen whispers into his ear, his lips brushing against the skin and Cristiano shivers.
“Het is hoe laat?” He hears Arjen chuckle and it takes him a moment to realize why his lover is laughing. Right, he had actually asked him in Dutch what time it is and he doesn’t want to know what mistakes he had made this time and if Arjen is laughing about that or because he tried to use his lover’s native language.
“A little past noon.” Arjen answers him in English and nips softly on Cristiano’s earlobe.
Just past noon, now that wasn’t so bad and it also meant that he could stay in bed for a little while longer. It was too hot to go to the beach at this time of the day.
Stretching his arms over his head, he rolls onto his back and rubs his eyes sleepily. As he opens them, he sees Arjen smirk at him, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. Immediately Cristiano wraps his arms around his body for protection. “No tickling… please.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.”
But Cristiano frowns, he knows that look on Arjen’s face and it usually doesn’t bode well for him. His lover is definitely up to something. Mistrust must have shown on his face as Arjen laughs and shakes his head at him. Still he doesn’t feel assured but as Arjen shifts and places his head on Cristiano’s chest while his hand strokes over Cristiano’s belly and lower, he relaxes into the touch and closes his eyes. So that’s what Arjen is up to.
He moans, bucks up as Arjen curls his fingers around his cock and strokes him at a slow but steady pace. This is definitely going to be a perfect day, Cristiano thinks and he makes Arjen raise his head.
Their lips meet, Arjen tastes of coffee and something sweet, something that’s familiar but Cristiano cannot quite identify. He lets his tongue delve deeper, exploring, teasing, tasting.
This time it’s Arjen who moans, his finger’s move faster, squeeze harder and for Cristiano its pure bliss. His body is tightening like a bow string, warmth pooling in his belly and as white hot pleasure overwhelms him his fingers dig into Arjen’s shoulder as if he wants to hold on to him and never let go.
When he opens his eyes again, his breathing is still erratic and his vision slightly blurred but he sees Arjen smile down at him and feels his lover’s fingers brush over his chest soothingly.
He looks down over the length of his body and crinkles his nose. “You made a mess of me,” Cristiano says and gestures at his come covered belly.
Arjen huffs, raises his hand and shows him his sticky hand. “You made a mess of me too.”
Cristiano laughs at him before he slips from the bed and reaches for a discarded t-shirt. Arjen takes it from his hand, wipes it over Cristiano’s belly and then cleans his hand.
“Better now?” Arjen asks and Cristiano takes a moment, pretending to think about it.
“A bit.” Without warning he pulls Arjen flush against him and flips them over. Arjen is wearing way too much clothing for his liking and he quickly busies himself by undressing the Dutchman whose protests are silenced with kisses.
When Arjen is finally naked beneath him, Cristiano grins. “That is better now.”
He lets his gaze travel over Arjen’s body and reaches out to brush his hands over the tanned skin of his lover. It still amazes him how easily Arjen had tanned in the week they had been here on Madeira. He had been worried that Arjen might get sunburned from the long hours they had spent at the beach but instead Arjen just got a nice, and thanks to the secluded spot they had been, seamless tan.
Cristiano shifts and lets his hand trace over Arjen’s left thigh, and Arjen parts his legs at the touch a sigh coming from his lips. And it’s then that Cristiano realizes just how smooth Arjen’s skin is. Surprised he looks at him. “You shaved?”
Arjen shakes his head. “No, I had them waxed earlier this morning.”
Cristiano’s eyes narrow at that, Arjen had let someone wax him? He doesn’t like the image his mind forms of a stranger running his hands over Arjen’s skin. The thought of someone else than him and physio’s touching Arjen makes him growl.
“By whom?” His voice is harsh and his fingers grab Arjen’s chin, all gentleness gone as the green beast inside of him roars and demands to know what exactly has happened.
“By a very handsome Portuguese with very wicked and talented fingers,” Arjen says and Cristiano feels fury welling up inside of him but Arjen places a finger against his lips. “Your sister took me to your mama’s beautician.”
“Oh.” And now Cristiano remembers what that sweet taste was that he earlier couldn’t identify. His mother’s beautician is a very old lady and she had always given him candy when he was a kid. It’s those home made candies Arjen tasted of.
Running his fingers over Arjen’s chest he notices that all the hair is gone there too and the skin is slightly red.
“Next time you come to me.”
“Will it be less painful then?”
Cristiano shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. “Not really.”
“Then I rather not do it ever again. That had fucking hurt!”
“Poor baby,” Cristiano says and chuckles while tweaking one of Arjen’s nipples who hisses at him. “I will give you reward.”
And with that his lips close over Arjen’s and he hooks one of the Dutchman’s legs over his hips.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Hidden between the plants, in his insect form, Beelzebub watches the couple. They spent all day in bed, not working just lazing around. Lowly humans, something needed to be done about that. Maybe it was time to pay Belphegor a visit and tell him to keep an eye on those two but first he would let himself be a bit more entertained by their coupling.