drabbles!
Some drabbles I wrote for aguardente's comment pr0n entry. It's awesome, go check it out, we're having tons of fun XD
Prompt: calling names
Pairing: Miguel Torres/Fernando Gago
Rating: R
“You’re a whore, Torres.” Gago whispered hoarsely, pressing Miguel’s head down between his thighs and holding him still. “Now be a good slut and release my cock from my shorts… no hands. Just your mouth.”
Miguel obeyed; his hands on his back and his nose pushed against the soft cotton of Fernando’s shorts. The scent of clean sweat and pre-cum, mixed with the strangely homely smell of fabric softener, was driving him insane. While he pulled Gago’s shorts down with his teeth, struggling to free the Argentine’s throbbing shaft, the midfielder continued to talk dirty to him. Whore. Slut. Slave Boy.
‘Yes’, Miguel thought, feeling his ass twitch with every word uttered by Gago’s filthy mouth, ‘that’s what I am. Use me, Fer, use me.’
When Gago fucked him later, and Miguel was lying flat down on his tummy, his cock trapped between the mattress and his own body, it wasn’t just the combination of the friction and that delicious thick, long cock pounding him that got him off. It was Fernando’s sweet, soft voice grunting “You’re a fuckhole, slave boy. A fuckhole.”
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Prompt: like rabbits
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Gago
Rating: R
The throbbing, pulsating ache in Sergio’s groin was about to reach its peak. Sweat dripped down his temples, damp strands of hair stuck to the sides of his face, and he tasted the salt on his own lips as he moistened them with a brush of his tongue. Groaning desperately, he buried his rock hard cock deep inside the tight heat of Fernando’s twitching ass, grabbed his Argentine lover by the hips and thrust into him as if his life depended on it.
Sergio shivered, hearing Fernando growl with pleasure. They had been at it for hours, taking turns in fucking each other and sucking each other off. His dick felt raw and chafed, but Sergio just simply couldn’t stop. Fernando Gago fucked like a bunny, no matter if he was giving or receiving.
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Prompt: bondage
Pairing: Miguel Torres/Iker Casillas
Rating: R
Iker breathed fast and loudly. His wrists were bound together with the blue tape Miguel had snagged from the physio’s bag earlier, his hands resting above his head. His precious, talented, match-saving hands - powerless. Naked and helpless, lying in his own bed with that hauntingly beautiful Miguel Torres straddling his thighs and leaning forward over him to kiss his lips.
Why did it feel so good to hand over the reins to the young defender, why had he ever agreed to this strange game? Oh, but Miguel seemed to understand completely how Iker was feeling right now. Miguel knew what he was doing to him. Miguel had played this game before.
“Let me give you what you need,” Torres whispered sensually before biting Iker’s chin. The goalkeeper shuddered under him. Miguel’s thumb and index finger held onto his jaw, his other three fingers gently pressed against the side of Iker’s neck.
Iker was speechless. He couldn’t have protested if he wanted to. Miguel’s mouth, tongue, teeth and hands explored his body; kissing, licking, biting, groping. Iker squirmed, shuddered, moaned and writhed. Tried to get loose. But when Miguel’s warm, wet mouth closed around his dripping wet, throbbing cock, he finally allowed himself to give in.
Powerless, tied up, his dick in Miguel’s mouth and two fingers up his ass. Giving in had never felt better.
~
Prompt: calling names
Pairing: Miguel Torres/Fernando Gago
Rating: R
“You’re a whore, Torres.” Gago whispered hoarsely, pressing Miguel’s head down between his thighs and holding him still. “Now be a good slut and release my cock from my shorts… no hands. Just your mouth.”
Miguel obeyed; his hands on his back and his nose pushed against the soft cotton of Fernando’s shorts. The scent of clean sweat and pre-cum, mixed with the strangely homely smell of fabric softener, was driving him insane. While he pulled Gago’s shorts down with his teeth, struggling to free the Argentine’s throbbing shaft, the midfielder continued to talk dirty to him. Whore. Slut. Slave Boy.
‘Yes’, Miguel thought, feeling his ass twitch with every word uttered by Gago’s filthy mouth, ‘that’s what I am. Use me, Fer, use me.’
When Gago fucked him later, and Miguel was lying flat down on his tummy, his cock trapped between the mattress and his own body, it wasn’t just the combination of the friction and that delicious thick, long cock pounding him that got him off. It was Fernando’s sweet, soft voice grunting “You’re a fuckhole, slave boy. A fuckhole.”
~
Prompt: like rabbits
Pairing: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Gago
Rating: R
The throbbing, pulsating ache in Sergio’s groin was about to reach its peak. Sweat dripped down his temples, damp strands of hair stuck to the sides of his face, and he tasted the salt on his own lips as he moistened them with a brush of his tongue. Groaning desperately, he buried his rock hard cock deep inside the tight heat of Fernando’s twitching ass, grabbed his Argentine lover by the hips and thrust into him as if his life depended on it.
Sergio shivered, hearing Fernando growl with pleasure. They had been at it for hours, taking turns in fucking each other and sucking each other off. His dick felt raw and chafed, but Sergio just simply couldn’t stop. Fernando Gago fucked like a bunny, no matter if he was giving or receiving.
~
Prompt: bondage
Pairing: Miguel Torres/Iker Casillas
Rating: R
Iker breathed fast and loudly. His wrists were bound together with the blue tape Miguel had snagged from the physio’s bag earlier, his hands resting above his head. His precious, talented, match-saving hands - powerless. Naked and helpless, lying in his own bed with that hauntingly beautiful Miguel Torres straddling his thighs and leaning forward over him to kiss his lips.
Why did it feel so good to hand over the reins to the young defender, why had he ever agreed to this strange game? Oh, but Miguel seemed to understand completely how Iker was feeling right now. Miguel knew what he was doing to him. Miguel had played this game before.
“Let me give you what you need,” Torres whispered sensually before biting Iker’s chin. The goalkeeper shuddered under him. Miguel’s thumb and index finger held onto his jaw, his other three fingers gently pressed against the side of Iker’s neck.
Iker was speechless. He couldn’t have protested if he wanted to. Miguel’s mouth, tongue, teeth and hands explored his body; kissing, licking, biting, groping. Iker squirmed, shuddered, moaned and writhed. Tried to get loose. But when Miguel’s warm, wet mouth closed around his dripping wet, throbbing cock, he finally allowed himself to give in.
Powerless, tied up, his dick in Miguel’s mouth and two fingers up his ass. Giving in had never felt better.
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