Trust me? Cristiano Ronaldo/Pepe Reina
Title: Trust me?
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Pepe Reina
Summary: Cristiano thinks he's in charge.
Warning: Light bondage.
Disclaimer: Yeah, no, never happened. Wish it did though.
Author’s Notes: My ficlet for the keys_in_a_pot’s Big Brother KeyParty.
Pepe chuckled lowly as Cristiano pinned him to the door. The striker was pressed against him, using his body to hold him.
“Why are you laughing?” Cristiano murmured against the smooth skin of Pepe’s jaw. The goal keeper pressed forward and before the Portuguese could blink he was lying on the bed, his hands above his head, both wrists pinned by one of Pepe’s hands.
“Did you really think you were going to be the one in charge?” Pepe breathed, huffing out a laugh as Cristiano bucked ineffectually against him. All the younger man succeeded in doing was grinding his crotch against the solid muscles of Pepe’s thigh.
Pepe let him buck for a few long moments until he collapsed back against the bed, pouting petulantly up at the goal keeper.
“Don’t worry darling. We’re not going to do anything you won’t like.” Pepe teased grazing the shell of Cristiano’s ear with his teeth.
“Why are you in charge?” Cristiano groused, eyelashes fluttering as teeth grazed the sensitive spot below his ear.
Pepe grinned, but it had a soft edge to it. “Do you not trust me?”
Cristiano blinked up at him and took stock of his position. His hands were above his head, held only by one of the goal keeper’s strong hands and one of Pepe’s legs between his; he was trapped but he didn’t feel threatened. “Surprisingly I do.”
The grin on Pepe’s face sharpened and Cristiano’s breath caught, but he knew the rules and stayed positioned when Pepe released him and backed from the bed.
The Spaniard had had a plan in mind from the moment their names had been called. He was a tad surprised about how easily Cristiano had acquiesced but he wasn’t going to quibble. He was also curious as to what ‘fun sex toys’ constituted. A large trunk off to the side of the lushly decorated room called to him and he had to bite back a laugh when the contents were revealed. This was going to suit his plan perfectly.
“Strip.”
The hoarse command startled the Portuguese from his contemplation. He glanced at the larger man, who raised his eyebrow in response. Pepe followed his own directive and stripped without shame. Cristiano’s eyes tracked the lines of the other’s body greedily.
“Well?”
Cristiano’s gaze snapped up to meet Pepe’s, who grinned back. He scrambled out of his clothes and back into his position on the bed before Pepe could make another comment.
“Very good.” Pepe purred, kneeling on the bed and deftly securing Cristiano’s wrists to the headboard with the colourful silks he’d pulled from the trunk. Cristiano blinked but lashed out reflexively when Pepe reached for his left ankle. His heel caught the man on his chin and he sat back on his heels letting out a short bark of startled laughter.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry.” Cristiano tried to sit up but fell back when the silks tightened, his eyes wide.
Pepe laughed again, “Shall I just leave your feet free then?”
“Sorry.” Cristiano’s smile was coy and he ran his foot up Pepe’s side.
The goal keeper caught the questing foot and pressed a kiss to his arch, before fitting himself between Cristiano’s legs and gently pressing both ankles to the bed. He left the bed again and paused for a moment taking in the picture the gorgeous striker presented, wrists bound and cock hard and ready for attention.
Pepe smirked and watched Cristiano bite his lip to hold whatever words had come to mind. From the way the man tugged ever so slightly at his bonds they were probably something along the lines of hurry the fuck up. To prove who was actually in control and in a way show Cristiano he could read body language, Pepe took his time collecting the other items he’d selected from the chest and lazily prowled back to the bed, idly playing with the toy but concealing it enough that the other man couldn’t see what it was.
He resettled between Cristiano’s legs, dropping the items and angled his body up and over the other’s to grab a pillow. Cristiano shuddered at the contact and brushed his lips against Pepe’s chest, nipping occasionally. Pepe sat back amused at the man’s actions and slid the liberated pillow under Cristiano’s hips, tilting his pelvis up. He then glided his hands down the Portuguese’s thick thighs and calves, fingers pausing to dig lightly into the back of his knees, feeling the power as the muscles shifted beneath his palms. Tugging gently on Cristiano’s ankles Pepe positioned him, knees bent and splayed, feet still on the bed, displaying his arse perfectly. The goal keeper’s grin turned feral on the striker, “don’t move,” and spread his cheeks, deft hands cradling him, clear thumbs pressing him open.
Sensation jolted through Cristiano and he gasped, eyes flying open, when the cool, slick feel of lube hit him. He’d completely missed Pepe removing his hands to open it, as well as the pop of the top. Aided by copious amounts of lube Pepe made quick work of relaxing his outer rim. Cristiano frowned slightly as he considered how much Pepe was using, but all thought flew from his brain when he was encompassed by a warm, wet mouth. His gasp was loud in the quiet room and he felt Pepe’s grin as the man swallowed his cock. It wasn’t until Pepe pulled off and set about licking down his cock that he noticed the sensation in his arse. It wasn’t fingers, it was...
Pepe looked up and met his eyes as he pressed in another.
“Anal beads,” Cristiano breathed out, as keeping an eye contact, Pepe slid the last one in through little resistance. Cristiano let out a low moan and let his head flop back as Pepe twisted the beads inside him, the different sized spheres catching and ratcheting up his pleasure. Slowly Pepe set about withdrawing the beads. Each time one popped free Cristiano twitched and shuddered, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Pepe’s shoulders. The Spaniard played, teasing the other man by varying the speed and alternating the direction. By the time the last one popped free, tiny as it was, Cristiano was a babbling mess of begging and demands. “Fuck me, fuck me, let me come, oh please, oh please fuck me, now,” fell from his lips over and over in a jumble of Portuguese, Spanish and English.
Pepe fumbled with the condom and lubed himself up hastily, pressing up close, the head of his cock bumping against Cristiano’s relaxed rim. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” came the growled command and Cristiano complied clumsily, locking his ankles at Pepe’s lower back. The Spaniard pressed in against little resistance and both men moaned as he thrust home. The angle allowed Pepe to glide against Cristiano’s prostate with each thrust.
Cristiano came with a yell the second time Pepe caught his prostate, his hands grasping onto the silks and his back arching off the bed. He relaxed slowly, all the tension leaching from his body. Pepe froze and then lowered himself over the prone man. “I’m going to use you now,” he whispered, but made no move to actually do so until Cristiano brushed his lips over Pepe’s nipples and then bit them gently. At that the Spaniard let go of the rest of his control and pounded ruthlessly into Cristiano’s receptive arse. He came moments later with a yell to rival Cristiano’s, collapsing forward onto the other man whose legs slipped from his waist.
Both men lay panting softly for a long moment before Pepe pulled out with a grunt and set about releasing Cristiano’s wrists. The Portuguese pulled his heavy arms down, hissing as pins and needles took hold. Pepe gently took his hands and massaged his wrists gently. “Okay?” he asked softly.
Cristiano nodded, a lazy smile plastered across his face. “How did you know that was what I needed?”
Pepe laughed softly. “I have two daughters. I remember what it was like when they were tiny.”
Cristiano raised an eyebrow.
“The constant worry, feeling like you can’t relax. Standard territory when you have little ones.”
“And if you took the choice away from me then I had to let go.” The striker nodded, closing his eyes and melting back into the bed.
“Exactly.” Pepe smiled, “and you know Cristiano Jr is in safe hands for the next week or so, so now you’re in the right frame of mind to enjoy this house.” He shifted off the bed and went to get a damp towel to clean their mess up.
When he came back Cristiano caught his wrist and pressed a soft kiss to it. “Thank you. And I’m sorry about your chin.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll just have a dashing bruise for the rest of the week.” Pepe threw the towel away and settled comfortably back onto the bed. “I have one question.”
“Hmm?” The Portuguese was drifting off to sleep, fully relaxed.
“Could you not come up with better name for your son than Cristiano Ronaldo Jr?” The older man burst out laughing when the other man’s response was a half-hearted thwack to his chest.
Author: totally_loca
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Pepe Reina
Summary: Cristiano thinks he's in charge.
Warning: Light bondage.
Disclaimer: Yeah, no, never happened. Wish it did though.
Author’s Notes: My ficlet for the keys_in_a_pot’s Big Brother KeyParty.
Pepe chuckled lowly as Cristiano pinned him to the door. The striker was pressed against him, using his body to hold him.
“Why are you laughing?” Cristiano murmured against the smooth skin of Pepe’s jaw. The goal keeper pressed forward and before the Portuguese could blink he was lying on the bed, his hands above his head, both wrists pinned by one of Pepe’s hands.
“Did you really think you were going to be the one in charge?” Pepe breathed, huffing out a laugh as Cristiano bucked ineffectually against him. All the younger man succeeded in doing was grinding his crotch against the solid muscles of Pepe’s thigh.
Pepe let him buck for a few long moments until he collapsed back against the bed, pouting petulantly up at the goal keeper.
“Don’t worry darling. We’re not going to do anything you won’t like.” Pepe teased grazing the shell of Cristiano’s ear with his teeth.
“Why are you in charge?” Cristiano groused, eyelashes fluttering as teeth grazed the sensitive spot below his ear.
Pepe grinned, but it had a soft edge to it. “Do you not trust me?”
Cristiano blinked up at him and took stock of his position. His hands were above his head, held only by one of the goal keeper’s strong hands and one of Pepe’s legs between his; he was trapped but he didn’t feel threatened. “Surprisingly I do.”
The grin on Pepe’s face sharpened and Cristiano’s breath caught, but he knew the rules and stayed positioned when Pepe released him and backed from the bed.
The Spaniard had had a plan in mind from the moment their names had been called. He was a tad surprised about how easily Cristiano had acquiesced but he wasn’t going to quibble. He was also curious as to what ‘fun sex toys’ constituted. A large trunk off to the side of the lushly decorated room called to him and he had to bite back a laugh when the contents were revealed. This was going to suit his plan perfectly.
“Strip.”
The hoarse command startled the Portuguese from his contemplation. He glanced at the larger man, who raised his eyebrow in response. Pepe followed his own directive and stripped without shame. Cristiano’s eyes tracked the lines of the other’s body greedily.
“Well?”
Cristiano’s gaze snapped up to meet Pepe’s, who grinned back. He scrambled out of his clothes and back into his position on the bed before Pepe could make another comment.
“Very good.” Pepe purred, kneeling on the bed and deftly securing Cristiano’s wrists to the headboard with the colourful silks he’d pulled from the trunk. Cristiano blinked but lashed out reflexively when Pepe reached for his left ankle. His heel caught the man on his chin and he sat back on his heels letting out a short bark of startled laughter.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry.” Cristiano tried to sit up but fell back when the silks tightened, his eyes wide.
Pepe laughed again, “Shall I just leave your feet free then?”
“Sorry.” Cristiano’s smile was coy and he ran his foot up Pepe’s side.
The goal keeper caught the questing foot and pressed a kiss to his arch, before fitting himself between Cristiano’s legs and gently pressing both ankles to the bed. He left the bed again and paused for a moment taking in the picture the gorgeous striker presented, wrists bound and cock hard and ready for attention.
Pepe smirked and watched Cristiano bite his lip to hold whatever words had come to mind. From the way the man tugged ever so slightly at his bonds they were probably something along the lines of hurry the fuck up. To prove who was actually in control and in a way show Cristiano he could read body language, Pepe took his time collecting the other items he’d selected from the chest and lazily prowled back to the bed, idly playing with the toy but concealing it enough that the other man couldn’t see what it was.
He resettled between Cristiano’s legs, dropping the items and angled his body up and over the other’s to grab a pillow. Cristiano shuddered at the contact and brushed his lips against Pepe’s chest, nipping occasionally. Pepe sat back amused at the man’s actions and slid the liberated pillow under Cristiano’s hips, tilting his pelvis up. He then glided his hands down the Portuguese’s thick thighs and calves, fingers pausing to dig lightly into the back of his knees, feeling the power as the muscles shifted beneath his palms. Tugging gently on Cristiano’s ankles Pepe positioned him, knees bent and splayed, feet still on the bed, displaying his arse perfectly. The goal keeper’s grin turned feral on the striker, “don’t move,” and spread his cheeks, deft hands cradling him, clear thumbs pressing him open.
Sensation jolted through Cristiano and he gasped, eyes flying open, when the cool, slick feel of lube hit him. He’d completely missed Pepe removing his hands to open it, as well as the pop of the top. Aided by copious amounts of lube Pepe made quick work of relaxing his outer rim. Cristiano frowned slightly as he considered how much Pepe was using, but all thought flew from his brain when he was encompassed by a warm, wet mouth. His gasp was loud in the quiet room and he felt Pepe’s grin as the man swallowed his cock. It wasn’t until Pepe pulled off and set about licking down his cock that he noticed the sensation in his arse. It wasn’t fingers, it was...
Pepe looked up and met his eyes as he pressed in another.
“Anal beads,” Cristiano breathed out, as keeping an eye contact, Pepe slid the last one in through little resistance. Cristiano let out a low moan and let his head flop back as Pepe twisted the beads inside him, the different sized spheres catching and ratcheting up his pleasure. Slowly Pepe set about withdrawing the beads. Each time one popped free Cristiano twitched and shuddered, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Pepe’s shoulders. The Spaniard played, teasing the other man by varying the speed and alternating the direction. By the time the last one popped free, tiny as it was, Cristiano was a babbling mess of begging and demands. “Fuck me, fuck me, let me come, oh please, oh please fuck me, now,” fell from his lips over and over in a jumble of Portuguese, Spanish and English.
Pepe fumbled with the condom and lubed himself up hastily, pressing up close, the head of his cock bumping against Cristiano’s relaxed rim. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” came the growled command and Cristiano complied clumsily, locking his ankles at Pepe’s lower back. The Spaniard pressed in against little resistance and both men moaned as he thrust home. The angle allowed Pepe to glide against Cristiano’s prostate with each thrust.
Cristiano came with a yell the second time Pepe caught his prostate, his hands grasping onto the silks and his back arching off the bed. He relaxed slowly, all the tension leaching from his body. Pepe froze and then lowered himself over the prone man. “I’m going to use you now,” he whispered, but made no move to actually do so until Cristiano brushed his lips over Pepe’s nipples and then bit them gently. At that the Spaniard let go of the rest of his control and pounded ruthlessly into Cristiano’s receptive arse. He came moments later with a yell to rival Cristiano’s, collapsing forward onto the other man whose legs slipped from his waist.
Both men lay panting softly for a long moment before Pepe pulled out with a grunt and set about releasing Cristiano’s wrists. The Portuguese pulled his heavy arms down, hissing as pins and needles took hold. Pepe gently took his hands and massaged his wrists gently. “Okay?” he asked softly.
Cristiano nodded, a lazy smile plastered across his face. “How did you know that was what I needed?”
Pepe laughed softly. “I have two daughters. I remember what it was like when they were tiny.”
Cristiano raised an eyebrow.
“The constant worry, feeling like you can’t relax. Standard territory when you have little ones.”
“And if you took the choice away from me then I had to let go.” The striker nodded, closing his eyes and melting back into the bed.
“Exactly.” Pepe smiled, “and you know Cristiano Jr is in safe hands for the next week or so, so now you’re in the right frame of mind to enjoy this house.” He shifted off the bed and went to get a damp towel to clean their mess up.
When he came back Cristiano caught his wrist and pressed a soft kiss to it. “Thank you. And I’m sorry about your chin.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll just have a dashing bruise for the rest of the week.” Pepe threw the towel away and settled comfortably back onto the bed. “I have one question.”
“Hmm?” The Portuguese was drifting off to sleep, fully relaxed.
“Could you not come up with better name for your son than Cristiano Ronaldo Jr?” The older man burst out laughing when the other man’s response was a half-hearted thwack to his chest.