Living for the weekend
Title: 19 - Living for the weekend
Author: littlesumo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dan/Nando
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: Endings, the bane of my existence...
Continuation of 18. Sex, finally! ;) It's gets a bit sappy at the end though.
It's been clear to Dan that should it ever happen, it would not just be a fuck. And the way Fernando touches him, he doesn't want that either, despite his words, that were just said to evoke memory anyhow.
It's not exactly sweet and gently love-making either (a word that Daniel cringes away from, it sounds too cheesy to his ears), they're both too desperate for that right now.
It's something right in the middle, the kisses Fernando leaves on Daniel's body hot but soft too at first. His fingers stroke along his collarbone while he smiles down at him before he lowers his head to kiss Daniel deeply.
Daniel cannot resist to put his hands on his arse and squeeze and Fernando chuckles right into his mouth, pulling back a bit to run his nose along Daniel's jaw, putting his mouth on his ear.
“You want that?”
As if the twitching of his dick isn't answer enough, Daniel manages a breathy “Yeah.” and Fernando rolls off of him, looking at him from hooded eyes.
“All yours, however you want it.”
And there's way too much meaning behind those words for Daniel's lust-addled brain to process right now, so he swipes his thumb over Fernando's nose, his lips, before reaching out for the lube Fernando had placed beside the pillows earlier.
There is not much gentleness behind the way he bends one of his legs, pushes the first, the second finger in. And Fernando doesn't seem to need gentleness, his head is thrown back, his fingers fisted in the pillow beneath, moans constantly spilling from his mouth, encouraging Daniel, urging him on.
With the third finger he sucks in a breath though, groans, and Daniel slows down. He takes him time scissoring them properly now, searches for Fernando's prostate and when he finds it feels the other relax for a second before his whole body tightens and he lifts his hips off the bed.
“Enough... Dan... Please, now...”
The begging almost does him in and he hastily puts on a condom, lining himself up and pushing in without a pause and the first few thrusts are too fast, too shallow, lacking any form of rhythm. He gets a grip on himself, when Fernando puts a hand on his hip, pushing him away a bit, his face a slight grimace. He doesn't slow down much, but he goes deeper, makes an effort to steady his thrusts and after a moment, Fernando meets his movement, ankles linked behind the back of Daniel's knees.
He puts a hand on Daniel's neck, pulls him down and Daniel loses his balance, his arms giving out, lands on Fernando, doesn't get to say anything before his lips are claimed, a tongue demands entrance. They kiss like that for a while, Daniel keeping up his thrusts and Fernando occasionally moaning into his mouth.
When the short intakes of breath are not enough anymore though, Daniel pulls back, pulls out and grips Fernando's shoulder to turn him onto his front. The striker goes willingly, buries his face into the pillow, the moan he lets out when Daniel re-enters him, going deeper than before, the single most lewd thing he has ever heard.
He lets his upper body slide along Fernando's back, kissing his shoulder-blades, up his neck, his thrusts slow and controlled now. When he licks up the side of his neck, working towards his ear, Fernando throws one hand up to land on his arse, wraps the other arm around the back of Daniel's head, keeping him in place like this, and while it's not enough to stop Daniel, he feels that it's what he wants, so he does, resting in and on Fernando, their heavy breathing the only sound right now. He's rocking against his arse minusculy, cannot prevent it, while Fernando rubs his forehead against the pillow.
“You don't know... how long I have wanted this. I wanted to feel you so badly...”
Daniel is helpless against those words, hides his face in the crook of Fernando's neck and shoulder. He doesn't know what the noise he makes is, but it prompts Fernando to move the hand still on his arse to stroke over his skin, along his back as far as he can reach and back down.
They lie like that for a moment or two longer but then Fernando moves against Dan, who pulls out and pushes back in, picking up his languid rhythm again, Fernando raising himself enough so Daniel can kiss him again.
It's Daniel who comes first, Fernando not getting any friction against his dick other than Daniel's thrusts moving him over the sheets underneath them. He feels like the energy has been completely sapped off him, but he manages to tie a knot in the condom and throw it somewhere beside the bed, lays a hand against Fernando's arse cheek. Fernando is rutting against the mattress now, whining low in his throat when Dan stops him, turns him onto his front again.
“What do you want?”
“Your dick.”
Daniel huffs out a laugh. “Sorry, babe, that's not going to happen again immediately.” His dick though, tries, hot arousal still in his veins, his orgasm still sending tiny spasms through his body.
He places his hand on Fernando's, intertwining their fingers, helping him jerk off. When he leans down to kiss Fernando's stomach, nips at his hip bone, Fernando threads the fingers of his free hand through his hair, pulls him up until he can kiss him again. It's sloppy and too wet but Dan doesn't mind and when he runs one finger down Fernando's balls, he comes with a loud groan.
When his breathing has slowed down a bit, Fernando turns so he can rest his head against Daniel. “Did you think I forgot?”
“Yes.”
“I didn't though. I couldn't stop thinking about it. But I didn't know how to approach you. At first I wasn't even sure I hadn't dreamed the whole thing.”
“I'm glad you said it again and still meant it.”
Daniel lets his fingers dance along Fernando's vertebrae and he feels pleasantly drowsy, Fernando's warm weight at his side pulling him towards sleep.
“Dan, my Dan.” He probably would have missed the soft words, if they hadn't been mumbled straight into his skin.
“If you're mine.”
“All yours. I need to teach you more dancing after all.”
Daniel smiles and places a kiss into Fernando's hair, finally letting sleep claim him.
Author: littlesumo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dan/Nando
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: Endings, the bane of my existence...
Continuation of 18. Sex, finally! ;) It's gets a bit sappy at the end though.
It's been clear to Dan that should it ever happen, it would not just be a fuck. And the way Fernando touches him, he doesn't want that either, despite his words, that were just said to evoke memory anyhow.
It's not exactly sweet and gently love-making either (a word that Daniel cringes away from, it sounds too cheesy to his ears), they're both too desperate for that right now.
It's something right in the middle, the kisses Fernando leaves on Daniel's body hot but soft too at first. His fingers stroke along his collarbone while he smiles down at him before he lowers his head to kiss Daniel deeply.
Daniel cannot resist to put his hands on his arse and squeeze and Fernando chuckles right into his mouth, pulling back a bit to run his nose along Daniel's jaw, putting his mouth on his ear.
“You want that?”
As if the twitching of his dick isn't answer enough, Daniel manages a breathy “Yeah.” and Fernando rolls off of him, looking at him from hooded eyes.
“All yours, however you want it.”
And there's way too much meaning behind those words for Daniel's lust-addled brain to process right now, so he swipes his thumb over Fernando's nose, his lips, before reaching out for the lube Fernando had placed beside the pillows earlier.
There is not much gentleness behind the way he bends one of his legs, pushes the first, the second finger in. And Fernando doesn't seem to need gentleness, his head is thrown back, his fingers fisted in the pillow beneath, moans constantly spilling from his mouth, encouraging Daniel, urging him on.
With the third finger he sucks in a breath though, groans, and Daniel slows down. He takes him time scissoring them properly now, searches for Fernando's prostate and when he finds it feels the other relax for a second before his whole body tightens and he lifts his hips off the bed.
“Enough... Dan... Please, now...”
The begging almost does him in and he hastily puts on a condom, lining himself up and pushing in without a pause and the first few thrusts are too fast, too shallow, lacking any form of rhythm. He gets a grip on himself, when Fernando puts a hand on his hip, pushing him away a bit, his face a slight grimace. He doesn't slow down much, but he goes deeper, makes an effort to steady his thrusts and after a moment, Fernando meets his movement, ankles linked behind the back of Daniel's knees.
He puts a hand on Daniel's neck, pulls him down and Daniel loses his balance, his arms giving out, lands on Fernando, doesn't get to say anything before his lips are claimed, a tongue demands entrance. They kiss like that for a while, Daniel keeping up his thrusts and Fernando occasionally moaning into his mouth.
When the short intakes of breath are not enough anymore though, Daniel pulls back, pulls out and grips Fernando's shoulder to turn him onto his front. The striker goes willingly, buries his face into the pillow, the moan he lets out when Daniel re-enters him, going deeper than before, the single most lewd thing he has ever heard.
He lets his upper body slide along Fernando's back, kissing his shoulder-blades, up his neck, his thrusts slow and controlled now. When he licks up the side of his neck, working towards his ear, Fernando throws one hand up to land on his arse, wraps the other arm around the back of Daniel's head, keeping him in place like this, and while it's not enough to stop Daniel, he feels that it's what he wants, so he does, resting in and on Fernando, their heavy breathing the only sound right now. He's rocking against his arse minusculy, cannot prevent it, while Fernando rubs his forehead against the pillow.
“You don't know... how long I have wanted this. I wanted to feel you so badly...”
Daniel is helpless against those words, hides his face in the crook of Fernando's neck and shoulder. He doesn't know what the noise he makes is, but it prompts Fernando to move the hand still on his arse to stroke over his skin, along his back as far as he can reach and back down.
They lie like that for a moment or two longer but then Fernando moves against Dan, who pulls out and pushes back in, picking up his languid rhythm again, Fernando raising himself enough so Daniel can kiss him again.
It's Daniel who comes first, Fernando not getting any friction against his dick other than Daniel's thrusts moving him over the sheets underneath them. He feels like the energy has been completely sapped off him, but he manages to tie a knot in the condom and throw it somewhere beside the bed, lays a hand against Fernando's arse cheek. Fernando is rutting against the mattress now, whining low in his throat when Dan stops him, turns him onto his front again.
“What do you want?”
“Your dick.”
Daniel huffs out a laugh. “Sorry, babe, that's not going to happen again immediately.” His dick though, tries, hot arousal still in his veins, his orgasm still sending tiny spasms through his body.
He places his hand on Fernando's, intertwining their fingers, helping him jerk off. When he leans down to kiss Fernando's stomach, nips at his hip bone, Fernando threads the fingers of his free hand through his hair, pulls him up until he can kiss him again. It's sloppy and too wet but Dan doesn't mind and when he runs one finger down Fernando's balls, he comes with a loud groan.
When his breathing has slowed down a bit, Fernando turns so he can rest his head against Daniel. “Did you think I forgot?”
“Yes.”
“I didn't though. I couldn't stop thinking about it. But I didn't know how to approach you. At first I wasn't even sure I hadn't dreamed the whole thing.”
“I'm glad you said it again and still meant it.”
Daniel lets his fingers dance along Fernando's vertebrae and he feels pleasantly drowsy, Fernando's warm weight at his side pulling him towards sleep.
“Dan, my Dan.” He probably would have missed the soft words, if they hadn't been mumbled straight into his skin.
“If you're mine.”
“All yours. I need to teach you more dancing after all.”
Daniel smiles and places a kiss into Fernando's hair, finally letting sleep claim him.