unknown
Title: Unknown
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos
Wordcount: 903
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
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Dark hair and lots of it, heavy brows, sharp features, bronze eyes and warm coffee skin made to quell a heart. The scent of him, madness; spicy, sweet, intoxicating. His touch felt like silk, felt rough and arrousingly animalistic-but skillfully smooth. His lips set a curl, rosey and moist as he delicately rolls a rhythm out of his hips, slow, insanely while guiding Fernando's hand up the course of his thick, toned, body. His nails brush over his navel, his crafted abs, and erected nipples ready for about anything. Fernando eyes flutter, his mouth waters, his groin grows hot under the sweetest moves from his perfect ass.
Fernando can feel himself break soon. Each time it builds, he adds more pressure to his nails scraping across Sergio's skin, bites his bottom lip harder, stress his brows together.
He can't speak. Words have ecsaped his vocabulary. Only the incoherent slithers of his voice creep in his throat of which he holds back, replacing his sound of pleasure with a soft nostril-grunt.
A devious smirk looks back at him, presses his hips deeper onto him, making Fernando close his eyes shut, uncontrolably flare his notrils as they blow out steam.
He has to say something. To make this stop, but not end.
He releases his abused bottom lip. "I don't..wanna...- ..not yet." His voice is embarrasingly wet.
Sergio slows down to a hault. His smirk suddenly lighter. "Wanna switch?" His voice slightly breathless as he ventures to dominate. The fault of which his own control cracking as he strains inside of loose stretchy sweatpants.
He only needs a small nod of Fernando's head before he's moving off, hands immediately under the legs of Fernando's boxers and on his thighs, squeezing them with one hand as he pulls the fabric off with another. The hot and cold air greets him and he immediately grabs for Sergio's shoulders, bringing him close as he unbiddenly rubs himself against Sergo's stomach. He's sucking at his coffee skin, digging his nails in fabric and flesh with intentions to remove it in it's way of his ass. Sergio's groaning in his ear, grazing his teeth across it as he bares down even harder against him, leaving melodious tightness around Fernando's cock.
Fernando voice soars against his skin, removing the frabic with quick pace.
Sergio suddenly breathes out a chuckle in his ear. "Calm, down." He mumurs, and adruptly rolls them over.
Fernando sits up on his elbow, lusty confusion alit his face as Sergio's gazes up lovely at him.
Before a question can even summon upon his lips, Sergio beats him to the chase.
"We can do it this way. It won't end soon." His licks his lips. "I promise."
Fernando wearily doubts it, but the thought flies away when Sergio's warm hand wraps around his thick length. He sighs heavily through his nose, sits up fully and braces his hands on Sergio's welcomed chest. Quite immediately, he can feel him against his back; inflamed, wet, ready.
Nerves build up in Fernando's lungs. He's afraid of coming as soon as Sergio's in him, though Sergio promised he wouldn't. It could all be the result of steam clouding his head-but he trusts him.
He reaches behind and grabs him, provoking a little hum out of Sergio. He's so wet and hard and pulsing that Fernando has to close his eyes, pause his breathing as he guides Sergio's dick into him, sweetly burning and making Fernando tremble for the thickness. He opens his eyes to Sergio's flourished face, brows crunched together and eyes shut and lip trapped under his teeth and Fernando almost wants to come because of it.
He shifts his hips with a moan, with little belief of them making it longer than previously predicted as Sergio breathlessly whimpers, eyes still shut as his hands quiver on Fernando's hips. Fernando moves his hips slicker until Sergio's deeper into him, til his body quakes in a tremble and he starts to move without any cautiousness.
He relishes in the movement of Sergio's cock inside of him, hitting his velvet nerve over and over again, stronger and stronger until his voice starts to slip out of him. He can't take his eyes away from Sergio's face, the softest hair sticking to his forehead and his scarlet cheeks, like his very own. Fernando's dick leaks onto his stomach by the sight.
"Fuck," He croaks, for the dulcet toxin feeling his chest everytime he looks at the beautyness of Sergio, his love so mind-rattlingly deep into him. He leans back down to his elbow, burying his face in the heat and sweat of the name slipping pass his lips. "..Sergio." He could feel Sergio's knees draw up, his hips thrusting just to add even more pressure inside of Fernando.
Sergio's hands all over him. Fernando feels like he's on fire, inside and out. The headboard begins to creak as soon as Sergio claws at his ass. "Fer."
Everything feels alight and electric and Fernando slowly begins to crack in half, break apart as everything blends and flutters into pure euphoria. The first and last thing on his mind is Sergio smashing his lips against his, sweetly crushing the atmosphere surrounding them. He spills freely between them as Sergio fucks him as much as he can until he breaks, lick the sobs out of Fernando's mouth as he fills him full.