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PROMPT POST 1
Please make sure you've read the rules post first, and play nice!
Flat comment page here just to clarify, as a few people have been asking, art fills are also very much welcomed!
Please make sure you've read the rules post first, and play nice!
Flat comment page here just to clarify, as a few people have been asking, art fills are also very much welcomed!
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Iker's so fucking exhausted. It's getting ridiculous, he's working shift after shift after shift and he barely have any time for himself, even less for Fernando. But it's his job, and protecting people, protecting the city - that's too important for him to say no when he's asked to do a double.
He's collecting sweat pants and a used shirt to wear after taking a shower when the front door slams. Iker immediately perks up, padding out of the room, bare feet slipping silently over the carpet in the hallway. He feels like he haven't seen Nando in ages, only falling asleep next to him after a long shift, only to find his footballer of a boyfriend gone for his morning jog when he wakes up in the morning.
When his eyes meet Fernando's, he can see the warm darkness in them, even over the length of the hallway separating them.
“You're home early.”
“So are you. I wanted to make you dinner. Catch up.”
“I fucked up my knee, so I got sent home.”
They're still talking from one side of the hallway to the other, but then Iker takes a few steps, worry tinting his voice.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine. I exaggerated so I could go home early and make you dinner.”
Iker smiles, and Nando moves closer himself, dropping his kit bag as he steps closer to Iker, until he can push him against the wall, fingers toying with the unbuttoned collar of Iker's shirt.
“I see you're still in uniform.”
“Hmm. Was about to take it off, though.”
“Keep it on. Maybe I've been naughty?”
Iker raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, really?”
“Ahh, well. If this is an interrogation, I have to admit I did finish that pot of Nutella you were hiding in the back of the cupboard. The one you thought I didn't know about. And maybe I'm the one that turned your alarm off on that day I was off...”
“So you have been naughty, Nando...”
Fernando nods, biting the corner of his bottom lip, looking at Iker with huge, seemingly guilty eyes. Iker resists the urge to smile even bigger, especially when Fernando's fingers start to unbutton his shirt more, his eyes closing when he leans in and kisses at Iker's neck.
“Are you going to keep me for the night?”
“I might have to, yeah.”
“Or maybe I can corrupt you? Get away with it?”
Fernando's hands tug Iker's shirt out of his trousers, setting to work on his belt and then his trousers. Iker's always known about Nando's appreciation for the uniform, and he knew that fact alone played a part in them being together now, but the younger man rarely showed it this openly.
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Fernando raises his eyebrows at that and smirks, swiftly dropping to his knees and pulling Iker's trousers and underwear along with him, not wasting any time to lick up Iker's semi hard cock, making it twitch and making him groan.
“Fuck.”
“Would that be enough, officer?”
“If you stop, I'll handcuff you to the bed and fuck your mouth, Nando.”
Nando smiles, a little wickedly, running his hands up Iker's torso, then back down, one of them circling the base of Iker's cock.
“Is that a promise?”
Iker can only groan. He'll happily handcuff Nando to the bed, it wouldn't be the first time. He never would have thought, when he met Fernando Torres, young and hopeful player for Atletico Madrid. He thought a lot of things, but never that he'd be so fucking kinky.
“Sure, it's a promise. Later. Suck my cock, now?”
“Sir, yes, Sir.”
Fernando grins, looking back down and then taking Iker's now full blown erection as deep as he can, which is pretty fucking deep, if you ask Iker's opinion. He lets out a strangled moan, and Fernando takes hold of the side of his shirt, climbing higher and higher until his fingers are caressing the badge embossed in the shirt.
“Oh, God, fuck. Fuck!”
Iker grabs a handful of Nando's hair, his eyes closing as the delicious sensations wrap up around his spin, coming from the deep heat of Nando's mouth, coming from the amazing sparks that Nando creates when he twirls his tongue around Iker's cock just the right way.
Nando hums happily, half between moans and a little song that he's got in his head, and it just makes the sensations multiply for Iker, his mouth opening as short, shallow puffs of breath leave him, in rhythm with Fernando's mouth moving over his cock.
“Oh, God, Nando, I -”
He doesn't have time to let out more than this, words stuck in the back of his throat as he comes into Fernando's mouth, who takes it all with a happy, satisfied look on his face, Iker can see from his mind's eye. When he lets go, Fernando kisses his way back up Iker's chest, fingers still caressing the uniform shirt, and when his lips meet Iker's, he shivers a little.
“You gonna handcuff me now?”
“Fuck, yeah. You're way too naughty for your own good.”
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the bit about Nando being initially into him for the uniform has me wondering how they met- in my mind, Iker is trying to do his job and Nando is like "do want!" *dials charm up to eleven*
and you got uniform!kink, authority!kink, and handcuff!kink all in one prompt.XD I HEAR SUMMER WEDDINGS ARE NICE, WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE ONE?
-OP
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PREQUEL PLZ
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As I wrote this I thought of several ways they could have met...didn't include one in because I liked the way it could posibly maybe keep people's attention, and oh, it worked, YAY GO ME \o/!
It just flowed away from my fingers, I wanted to have a simple uniform!kink but then Nando was this little naughty guy and there was more. In the end, I'm just glad you enjoyed it!
-Anon!Author (or not so anon now that I fucked up the posting of this comment but NVM I AM HUNGOVER.)
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I like how you jumped straight into their relationship, not just on account of sexy tiems but also because they got to be sort of domestic with the cooking of dinner (distracted by sex, oh well) and wanting to wake up together and yeah I'm getting overwhelmed by the cute again.
OH NANDO, HOW SO PRESH ALWAYS?
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I really like writing that, by all means! I should shut up before I say something like 'OH I COULD WRITE A FULLFLEDGED FIC ABOUT IT' because then I'd have pressure.
I want a Nando in my life, I do. Seriously, seriouslyyyyy.
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