Fiction: RPS - Let's Get Loud! (Iker Casillas/Sergio Ramos)
title: Let's Get Loud!
word count: 490ish.
rating: NC-17 (y'all know if you should be readin' this.)
warning(s): RPS(but only part slashy), male-with-male-ness, sex, language, exhibitionism
characters: Iker Casillas, Sergio Ramos (Iker and Sergio), mentions of (two hotties!) Gonzalo Higuain, Karim Benzema
author's note: Watching the World Cup and making raunchy jokes about the players with your mother? Another weird PWP! :D I'm learning.; "Let's Get Loud" by J-Lo helped me so much. Set for Real Madrid party, La Liga season.
Edit: Pfft, so, apparently, I Write Like Stephen King with this one.
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"Iker, baby!" the Sevillan groaned against Iker's stubbly jaw. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the exposed skin but couldn't watch the shudder they elicited. "C'mon, I'm ready for it..."
Hands gripping squirmy hips, Iker almost thought about giving him a quick fuck just to shut him up, maybe also because he wanted it, too. "Sese, we're at a party; our teammates are out there."
Sergio was ready with a retort. "I can be quiet." Iker laughed. "But... you don't want me quiet." He pressed down as he was ridden of his cardigan and moaned a bit louder than last time.
Chewing on his bottom lip, the older Spaniard weighed the benefits to the consequences. Stunning lad in his lap, begging for sex, pleading on the verge of a tantrum. On the other side of the door, his teammates and peers. Wide eyes caught his and he grinned wickedly.
Sergio popped open his jean's button but opted for wrapping his arms around the other man's neck as his hands took over. It's a dry rub, even with spit from both of them, and he still quaked under those fingers. He yelped his approval as Iker twisted his wrist rhythmically at the peak of every thrust.
Every soft gasp and murmur the defender let out, Iker's mouth was there to catch them, bottle them and keep them away from the room beyond the wall. He rocked easy and pulled one Sergio's hands to his hardening problem. The man's dick swelled in his fist and precome smeared across his fingers and the look on his face was one of the most vulgar things Iker's seen.
The pace quickened and Sergio was almost shouting at points, halfheartedly hoping someone would hear him, hoping to have Karim walk in, Gonzalo slam the door and laugh hard as the other men gasped and hooted. He could feel Iker's hand snake back and dip into his jeans, opening him up and, god, it felt good.
"Iker, oh, Iker, Iker!" And he had to bite his knuckles to keep from spoiling the moment with a cry as he came. He rode Iker's fingers until he was forced down to his knees.
Mouth hungry, Sergio laid into his work, taking in his captain's cock until he got a groan loud enough. Iker thought absently that he'd like to know who taught this kid how to suck cock before he was swallowed deep again. The feel of his throat was strange and familiar. Gripping Sergio's damp long hair, he thrusted a few times, relishing in the sound and feel of the resulting moan. He pulled away to let the defender breathe.
"Fuck," he snarled. The young mouth was on him once more and on a mission. With one hand jacking at an opposing rhythm to his face, Sergio looked up.
Dark, dangerous eyes completed the picture.
And Iker twitched, leaning forward and coming on rosy cock sucking lips.
"I win."
word count: 490ish.
rating: NC-17 (y'all know if you should be readin' this.)
warning(s): RPS(but only part slashy), male-with-male-ness, sex, language, exhibitionism
characters: Iker Casillas, Sergio Ramos (Iker and Sergio), mentions of (two hotties!) Gonzalo Higuain, Karim Benzema
author's note: Watching the World Cup and making raunchy jokes about the players with your mother? Another weird PWP! :D I'm learning.; "Let's Get Loud" by J-Lo helped me so much. Set for Real Madrid party, La Liga season.
Edit: Pfft, so, apparently, I Write Like Stephen King with this one.
- - -
"Iker, baby!" the Sevillan groaned against Iker's stubbly jaw. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the exposed skin but couldn't watch the shudder they elicited. "C'mon, I'm ready for it..."
Hands gripping squirmy hips, Iker almost thought about giving him a quick fuck just to shut him up, maybe also because he wanted it, too. "Sese, we're at a party; our teammates are out there."
Sergio was ready with a retort. "I can be quiet." Iker laughed. "But... you don't want me quiet." He pressed down as he was ridden of his cardigan and moaned a bit louder than last time.
Chewing on his bottom lip, the older Spaniard weighed the benefits to the consequences. Stunning lad in his lap, begging for sex, pleading on the verge of a tantrum. On the other side of the door, his teammates and peers. Wide eyes caught his and he grinned wickedly.
Sergio popped open his jean's button but opted for wrapping his arms around the other man's neck as his hands took over. It's a dry rub, even with spit from both of them, and he still quaked under those fingers. He yelped his approval as Iker twisted his wrist rhythmically at the peak of every thrust.
Every soft gasp and murmur the defender let out, Iker's mouth was there to catch them, bottle them and keep them away from the room beyond the wall. He rocked easy and pulled one Sergio's hands to his hardening problem. The man's dick swelled in his fist and precome smeared across his fingers and the look on his face was one of the most vulgar things Iker's seen.
The pace quickened and Sergio was almost shouting at points, halfheartedly hoping someone would hear him, hoping to have Karim walk in, Gonzalo slam the door and laugh hard as the other men gasped and hooted. He could feel Iker's hand snake back and dip into his jeans, opening him up and, god, it felt good.
"Iker, oh, Iker, Iker!" And he had to bite his knuckles to keep from spoiling the moment with a cry as he came. He rode Iker's fingers until he was forced down to his knees.
Mouth hungry, Sergio laid into his work, taking in his captain's cock until he got a groan loud enough. Iker thought absently that he'd like to know who taught this kid how to suck cock before he was swallowed deep again. The feel of his throat was strange and familiar. Gripping Sergio's damp long hair, he thrusted a few times, relishing in the sound and feel of the resulting moan. He pulled away to let the defender breathe.
"Fuck," he snarled. The young mouth was on him once more and on a mission. With one hand jacking at an opposing rhythm to his face, Sergio looked up.
Dark, dangerous eyes completed the picture.
And Iker twitched, leaning forward and coming on rosy cock sucking lips.
"I win."