Footie RPS Drabble (634 words): A New Experience (Ronnie/? - NC-17)
A New Experience
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/? (Ruud, Arjen, Robin... any lefty will do)
Summary: Cristiano is missing the real thing.
Author's Note:
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
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Sweat pours down his body as he lays there flat on his back. His arms tied above his head, knees pushed up to his chest… he’s nearly immobile all he can do is push his hips back against the hard thrusts that shake his body.
Gods, yes, just like that. A stream of incoherent words comes from his lips, telling his lover how he wants him to move faster…harder… deeper. He can’t get enough, he needs more… more of the delicious friction their bodies create as they rub against each other, more of the hard cock that pushes into him, stretches him and fills him over and over again.
His lover bends down, changing the angle of his thrusts with the motion, and presses his face into the curve of Cristiano’s neck, the thrusting becoming erratic. Cristiano hears him moan his name against his skin, knows that he is so very close to coming.
Straining against the bonds Cristiano arches up, oh god, he just wants to come now, his body tight as a bowstring from the tension that has been building up to now. Cristiano feels his lover shudder, groan loudly, oh god, why can’t he at least touch himself… he’s so hard, feels like bursting but he can’t come… before his mind has a chance to register what is happening he suddenly finds himself wide awake in a dark hotel room.
He curses and throws the blanket away, his cock still hard and throbbing, weighs heavy against his belly. Running a hand through his hair, Cristiano wipes the sweat of his forehead. Fuck, couldn’t he even have a proper dream in which he came?
Closing his eyes, he tries to bring back the vision of the vivid dream. The image of his lover as he looms above him and thrusts into him makes his cock twitch. His left hand strains towards his aching flesh, pinching a nipple in the wake and he moans softly as his fingers curl around his pulsing prick.
A small smile plays on his lips, this feels different. He had never used his left hand before. It’s a new experience, one he quite likes, because if he closes his eyes and pretends a bit, it could be the hand of his lover who is squeezing and stroking him.
Drawing his legs up he spreads his thighs, now if only a warm body would take what he was offering. But of course there is nobody. Tonight he has to do it all by himself.
A soft moan comes from his lips as his fingers move faster and harder over his shaft. Droplets of pre-cum are leaking from the tip and Cristiano rubs his thumb over the swollen head, spreading the liquid.
He moves his right hand down to cup his sac, oh yes, this is perfect. His lover likes to touch him there, to squeeze him and that’s what he’s doing now. He’s squeezing so hard that it nearly hurts. Arching his back and pressing his head into the pillow he keeps on fisting himself, his strokes becoming irregular till at last white hot pleasure surges up and washes over him. Wave after wave of ecstasy engulfs him and the name of his lover spills from his lips as he spurts his seed over his hand and onto his belly.
Still out of breath, he strokes his softening prick a couple of times, bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm. His skin is slick with sweat, his belly sticky with his come, but even though he’s a genuine mess, Cristiano doesn’t get up for a shower. Instead he just rolls onto his side, grabs the spare pillow and hugs it close, it’s a poor substitute but it will have to do for tonight… and for the next six weeks.
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/? (Ruud, Arjen, Robin... any lefty will do)
Summary: Cristiano is missing the real thing.
Author's Note:
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sweat pours down his body as he lays there flat on his back. His arms tied above his head, knees pushed up to his chest… he’s nearly immobile all he can do is push his hips back against the hard thrusts that shake his body.
Gods, yes, just like that. A stream of incoherent words comes from his lips, telling his lover how he wants him to move faster…harder… deeper. He can’t get enough, he needs more… more of the delicious friction their bodies create as they rub against each other, more of the hard cock that pushes into him, stretches him and fills him over and over again.
His lover bends down, changing the angle of his thrusts with the motion, and presses his face into the curve of Cristiano’s neck, the thrusting becoming erratic. Cristiano hears him moan his name against his skin, knows that he is so very close to coming.
Straining against the bonds Cristiano arches up, oh god, he just wants to come now, his body tight as a bowstring from the tension that has been building up to now. Cristiano feels his lover shudder, groan loudly, oh god, why can’t he at least touch himself… he’s so hard, feels like bursting but he can’t come… before his mind has a chance to register what is happening he suddenly finds himself wide awake in a dark hotel room.
He curses and throws the blanket away, his cock still hard and throbbing, weighs heavy against his belly. Running a hand through his hair, Cristiano wipes the sweat of his forehead. Fuck, couldn’t he even have a proper dream in which he came?
Closing his eyes, he tries to bring back the vision of the vivid dream. The image of his lover as he looms above him and thrusts into him makes his cock twitch. His left hand strains towards his aching flesh, pinching a nipple in the wake and he moans softly as his fingers curl around his pulsing prick.
A small smile plays on his lips, this feels different. He had never used his left hand before. It’s a new experience, one he quite likes, because if he closes his eyes and pretends a bit, it could be the hand of his lover who is squeezing and stroking him.
Drawing his legs up he spreads his thighs, now if only a warm body would take what he was offering. But of course there is nobody. Tonight he has to do it all by himself.
A soft moan comes from his lips as his fingers move faster and harder over his shaft. Droplets of pre-cum are leaking from the tip and Cristiano rubs his thumb over the swollen head, spreading the liquid.
He moves his right hand down to cup his sac, oh yes, this is perfect. His lover likes to touch him there, to squeeze him and that’s what he’s doing now. He’s squeezing so hard that it nearly hurts. Arching his back and pressing his head into the pillow he keeps on fisting himself, his strokes becoming irregular till at last white hot pleasure surges up and washes over him. Wave after wave of ecstasy engulfs him and the name of his lover spills from his lips as he spurts his seed over his hand and onto his belly.
Still out of breath, he strokes his softening prick a couple of times, bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm. His skin is slick with sweat, his belly sticky with his come, but even though he’s a genuine mess, Cristiano doesn’t get up for a shower. Instead he just rolls onto his side, grabs the spare pillow and hugs it close, it’s a poor substitute but it will have to do for tonight… and for the next six weeks.