Fic: A Night of Debauchery
Title: A Night of debauchery
Characters: Villa/Silva/Vicente
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I checked with them but they won't tell me what actually happened so I decided to make up an explanation
Words: 3500 ish
A/N: This is for tempered_rose because she wanted it and because she needs a distraction right now, I hope it's what you wanted bb *hugs*
Villa sat on the plush sofa looking out over the club, letting his eyes wander lazily round to crowded room as he searched out his boyfriend's frame amongst the writhing mass of bodies who were all busy grinding and dancing on the dance floor. Villa had never been a great fan of clubbing - it was too loud, too sweaty and too constricting for him to enjoy it for long - but when Vicente had blinked those chocolate brown pools at him as he had begged him to come out, he had been unable to resist. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something about the way Vicente looked at him that made him suddenly want to agree to any request the other man made of him.
Villa shook his head as he looked back down at the beer bottle in his hand, his thumbnail absently flicking the edge of the curling label before looking over to scan another area of the room for Vicente. Eventually his eyes found the now familiar silhouette as it ground unashamedly against the other bodies around him and Villa could already feel himself getting hard. He loved to watch Vicente dancing, especially the way he moved like his body was made up of treacle, the smooth fluid movements of his body carving out languid and sensual lines in the small block of space he had claimed as his own in the middle of the dance floor. It all just made the Asturian want to jump up and leave, only encroaching on the dance floor to grab the front of Chente's t-shirt to drag him out behind him so that he can take him home and fuck him senseless, or up against the nearest surface that would bear their weight, depending on the mood.
Villa was just about to get out of his seat and make his way over to Vincente when the Valencian looked over and caught his eye, a slow grin crossing his face as he began to roll his body gracefully between the other bodies between himself and Villa. It was only as Vicente got closer that Villa noticed that he was pulling someone else along behind him through the crowd and the striker's forehead crinkled into a frown as he tried to work out why he would be bringing someone over with him. Vicente knew what Villa wanted when he smirked at him from the dance floor, they had been through this routine far too many times for either to be surprised by it's happening but Vicente didn't usually bring anyone else with him. Neither of them were against an extra participant in their frantic post clubbing fucking from time to time but that hadn't happened in a long time. It was only when the pair drew up to the table and a giggling Silva practically fell into his lap that he recognized the midfielder as the person Chente had been half leading and half carrying over towards him.
Villa raised his eyebrows at Chente as he manhandled Silva up into a more upright position next to him, cupping his chin in his hand as he stared into Silva's hazy eyes, trying to gauge just how drunk the midfielder was.
“How drunk is he?” Villa questioned Chente who was still standing in front of Villa.
“I'm not that drunk!” Silva started as he tried to pull himself out of Villa's grip, pulling himself up to stand before pausing to regain his balance.
“I don't know, I just found him over there like this! As far as I can tell he came out with Alexis and Mata and now they've both disappeared into the night leaving Silva in his little alcohol haze, so I figured it would be better to leave him here than in some dark corner for someone to take advantage of,” Chente shrugged just as Silva stumbled and ended up spread out across Villa's lap.
Just watching the midfielder spread out so obscenely across his boyfriend's lap was turning him on and suddenly Chente's already snug jeans were suddenly stiflingly tight and he needed someone to do something to relieve it. He caught a similar look flitting across Villa's face as he looked down at where Silva was laying across his lap.
“I think he's drunk enough to let us take him home now, then we can get back to the task at hand” Chente winked at him.
“Don't want to go home!” Silva stirred in Villa's lap as he dragged his gaze up to Vicente, a pout already forming on his lips.
“Well either we take you home or you come with us, so unless you want to join us in our night of debauchery you'll be tucked up in your own bed before you know it,” Chente joked as he helped Silva to his feet.
“And what if I said I wanted to join in your debauchery?” Silva locked his eyes onto Vicente's as he murmured into his ear, pressing his body against his. Thoughts raced through Vicente's mind as he looked over Silva's head to Villa who was watching them both with barely concealed lust in his eyes. He licked his lips nervously before looking back at Silva.
“Well then I would say what are we standing here for?”
~~**~~
Vicente had made short work of the drive home, partly because the roads were fortunately clear but mostly because he couldn't stop checking the rear view mirror to watch the way Villa and Silva were snuggled together in the back seat, his boyfriend's hands already disappearing under Silva's shirt. The other motorists on the roads in Valencia probably didn't realise just how lucky they were to get home in one piece that evening, the way Vicente was driving.
Now they were safely inside Vicente's living room, the streets of Valencia were safe again for a few hours and the three men were sitting together on the sofa, Silva between the two older men, feeling slightly more nervous than he had when he had made his request in the club as the drive had given him chance to sober up and realise what he had said and what he was getting into.
“So where did Alexis and Mata disappear to anyway?” Vicente shifted round to look at Silva, trying to put the younger man at ease as they waited for Villa to come back from the kitchen with more drinks.
Silva shrugged, “I dunno, probably went off to find someone to fuck,” he trailed off as his cheeks glowed a light red at the irony of his statement.
Vicente chuckled, pulling the smaller man in towards him, placing a kiss into his hair before Silva turned his head towards him and captured his lips in his. It took a moment for Vicente to register the fact that Silva was kissing him but before he had a chance to relax and start to kiss him back, Silva had pulled away, looking horrified at what he had done.
“I ... I'm soo sorry, Chente! I don't know why I did that! God, I'm so sorry!” Silva tried to scramble away but Vicente put a hand on his shoulder, pressing his lips gently but insistently against Silva's, silencing him the only way he could think of, until he felt Silva relaxing under his touch as he pressed his tongue into the younger man's mouth, tasting the traces of beer that was still evident from the club.
Silva allowed Vicente to kiss him for a few moments before the winger felt the midfielder's hand moving experimentally over his hip. Vicente allowed Silva's hand to rest there for a while until he felt Silva relax more under his own exploring hands as he gently manoeuvred their bodies so they were lying against the sofa, just allowing Silva to get comfortable with what they were doing - if he had been serious about staying to join him and Villa, Vicente needed Silva to trust him and not pull away because he thought he was doing something wrong. From being Silva's friend he knew that this wasn't Silva's first time but he knew he hadn't had that much experience either so he didn't want to push the younger man too far - he had seen how awkward Silva had been around Alexis for weeks after they had had a drunken fling and he didn't want that to happen again.
“I can't leave you alone for five minutes without you getting started without me!” Villa's voice from the doorway cut through his inner thoughts as Silva broke away from him, his cheeks flushing scarlet.
“Well if you didn't take so bloody long then we wouldn't have had chance to, would we?” Vicente countered
“You're just impatient!” Vicente sat up a little as Villa walked over towards the sofa, leaning over Silva's body to press a kiss to his boyfriend's lips, almost oblivious to the fact that Silva was watching with unashamed curiosity. It was only a moment before Villa pulled away and leaned in to press another kiss to Silva's lips too. When he pulled away to drop down on the other side of Silva again the midfielder looked nervously between the two of them with a mixed expression of apprehension, nervousness and fascination.
“As for you,” Villa turned his attention to Silva, “You are obviously just irresistible!” the striker placed his hand on Silva's thigh, squeezing gently. As his hand moved higher towards Silva's crotch a squeak escaped the midfielder's mouth, making Villa smile as he realised Vicente was mirroring his movements on Silva's other side, his face pressing kisses to the exposed skin of Silva's neck making him writhe between the two solid bodies either side of him.
Silva closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on remembering to breathe as he felt the two sets of hands running themselves across his body, stroking his thighs and under his t shirt and through his hair. Then there was the hot heat of the breath on his neck that was just making him feel all hot and flustered and was starting to confuse his already overstimulated brain. He sucked in a breath as he felt a hand brushing over his groin and a shot of heat spread upwards through his body that almost took his breath away.
Because of the fact his eyes were closed, he missed the knowing looks that passed between the older two men before Villa worked his hands under Silva's t-shirt as he leaned over to claim Vicente's lips with his own in a searing, passionate kiss that was the complete opposite of the unhurried way he peeled off Silva's t-shirt, the midfielder too distracted by watching the older couple kissing above him to even think about protesting, instead he felt his arms obediently lifting to allow the t shirt to be pulled off, and his arms to fall to rest on the lower backs of the two players who were furiously kissing and pulling at their own shirt's above him, their mouths never parting for even a moment until Silva hesitantly raised one slightly shaky hand from it's resting place to place it at the point where the couple's mouths met.
At the feeling of the hand on their lips both players automatically pulled away to look down at Silva before Villa took Silva's outstretched fingers into his mouth, allowing his tongue to flick around them, watching with hooded eyes as Vicente busied himself with nipping, licking and dropping kisses onto Silva's exposed chest as he made his way down his lithe body towards the waistband of his jeans. Small moans and gasps spilled from Silva's mouth as he allowed his body to to be explored and his fingers to be worshipped, his mind already feeling too fuzzy and blissed out to register anything more than the sensations.
Villa let Silva's hand fall from his mouth as he carefully moved his body to lay across the couch, pulling a relaxed and aroused Silva between his thighs to lean against his chest as Vicente deftly began to unbutton his jeans. He slid them easily down his legs and threw them carelessly across the room, his boxers quickly following, leaving a naked and hard Silva sandwiched between the two half clothed players.
“You think my mouth on your fingers was good? Just wait till Chente shows you what he can do with his,” Villa murmured into Silva's ear just as Chente knelt between Silva's thighs and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin at the top of his inner thigh, making a shiver run through his body. Villa wrapped his arms around Silva's chest, letting his fingers ghost over his skin, his fingers circling one of Silva's nipples, watching as Chente carefully licked his already kiss swollen red lips. The winger looked up from his spot on the floor to look directly into Villa's eyes as he took the head of Silva's cock in, making the midfielder writhe and moan at the heat and wetness of Chente's mouth as the striker felt himself getting harder as he watched Silva's cock disappear between his boyfriend's glistening lips.
“Oh God! Oh ...”
Silva wanted to say so many other things but he just couldn't get his brain to co-operate with his voice and so he was reduced to just gasping out words and moans, his head flung back to rest on Villa's shoulder as the striker held his body still against his own. Once his writhing had lessened, Villa moved one hand from around Silva's chest as he cupped the midfielder's face, turning it towards his own as he nibbled on Silva's lip, sucking it into his mouth before pushing his tongue deep into his mouth, exploring and allowing his tongue to tangle with Silva's, swallowing the moans Silva was still making into his own mouth.
Chente watched as his boyfriend's tongue darted into Silva's mouth as his own tongue swirled and licked along Silva's length as he teased the midfielder, working out what he liked from the way his body jerked and moved as he experimented with each lick and suck as his head bobbed up and down, occasionally sucking Silva down into his throat, letting out a low hum that vibrated through the midfielder's body, making him break away from Villa's kiss to moan loudly and gasp for air.
As he used one hand to roll Silva's balls between his fingers, he raised the other towards Villa, beckoning for something. Villa understood what he wanted as he reached behind the cushion behind him to fish out the lube they had left there the day before when they couldn't be bothered moving to the bedroom when Villa had got bored of the programme they had been watching and announced that he wanted Chente to fuck him. Now he handed the lube to his boyfriend, watching as he somehow managed to keep up his rhythm of his sucking on Silva's cock that was now slick and glistening with a mixture of his precome and Chente's saliva as he slicked up his fingers.
He gently pushed the first one into Silva as Villa simultaneously pinched one of his nipples, making him hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his brain trying hard to register both sensations at once and therefore making it unable to register either. He carefully moved it around inside Silva, moving it in and out experimentally to see what kind of reaction he would get from the midfielder before adding a second, scissoring them gently as he loosened Silva up, crooking his fingers inside him as he searched for that one sweet spot that would make Silva arch ... just like that. He couldn't help but grin as he watched the midfielder gasp as he arched gracefully up off Villa's body as his fingers found their destination.
Villa watched as Chente worked his magic, loving the fact he could look down and watch his boyfriend without the usual fuzzy sensation in his brain that went with Chente's blow jobs.
“Chente! Chente I'm soo close, god I'm soo ...” Silva gasped out
Villa felt Silva's orgasm building, could feel the midfielder's body tensing up against him and he watched as his body twitched and arched as Chente's throat bulged as Silva pushed his hips forward into Chente's willing throat as he came before he sagged back against Villa.
Villa looked down at his boyfriend before grabbing his bicep and dragging him up from the floor to kiss him, slipping his own body out from under Silva's so he could face his boyfriend, his tongue flitting round Chente's mouth as he tasted the midfielder in there.
“Do you reckon he's ready for round two?” Chente looked down at the body that was still coming down from it's high next to them.
“He will be in a second, which is just enough time for you and I to get out of the rest of our clothes,” Villa grinned reaching for Vincente's jeans, quickly removing them as Vicente made short work of his.
By the time the pair of them were naked, Silva had come down from his high and was now watching the pair of them with lust glazed but intrigued eyes. He blushed and looked away as he caught the two of them staring at him as he struggled to sit up.
“I guess I should leave you guys to it, I mean I wouldn't want to be in the way of you two ...”
“Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet!”
Villa reached out a hand for Silva's shoulder, pulling him back down onto the couch, artfully flicking his hand so that Silva ended up sprawled on his front. Chente moved over to the end of the sofa, grabbing a couple of cushions and helping Silva to shove them under his hips as Villa positioned himself behind Silva, leaning over his back as he reached under the cushions until his fingers brushed the edge of the condom package he knew he would find. He pulled it out, pressing kisses along Silva's spine as he worked his way back down to Silva's ass, picking up the bottle of lube as he slicked his fingers, carefully repeating Chente's earlier loosening Silva up before removing them and quickly tearing into the condom package and rolling it onto himself and pouring on more lube before he looked up to where Chente was lying next to Silva, stroking the midfielder's face, pushing his hair back off his face. Watching his boyfriend made his cock ache and he could barely hold back as he pushed into Silva, closing his eyes and letting the hot, tight heat envelop him as he slowly inched in.
Villa held his breath as he finally pushed right in, lifting his gaze to where Chente was stroking his own rock hard cock as he watched how Silva panted and contorted his face in pained pleasure as he adjusted to the intrusion in his body.
“Please! Please Villa, move! I need you to move!” Silva panted out as the sensation of having Villa inside him got too much and he needed the striker to move or do something. Villa smiled as he slowly pulled out before pushing back in, taking a few minutes to build up his rhythm as he fucked Silva, his own grunts and moans mixing with Silva's as he hit the midfielder's prostate, leaving him seeing stars for a moment. Chente had moved his body next to Silva's as he reached across to take the midfielder's cock into his hand, wrapping his fist around it as he started to pump Silva's cock at the same rhythm as he was pumping his own, his eyes locked with Silva's as he shifted his body, reaching out a hand to cover Chente's on the winger's cock as he slowly started to jerk the other player off as his boyfriend continued to fuck him above them.
Villa closed his eyes, the sight of the other two players pushing him soo close to the edge as he quickened his pace, pushing deep into the midfielder's body as he finally allowed himself to come, the insides of his eyelids glowing white before he slumped down, spreading himself over Silva's back as he and Chente worked their hands over each other's cocks, their pace getting ever more erratic as they both neared their own orgasms, finally coming together, coating each others' hands with their come, Chente lifting his hand away from Silva's spent cock as he lapped at the sticky white fluid on his fingers, grinning as he saw Silva's curious expression turn to one of surprise when he felt Villa's tongue lapping at his fingers, removing every trace of Chente's come from them before he flopped back down across his back.
The three of them lay in a lazy, sleepy pile together on the couch for a few more minutes, just catching their breath and coming down from their individual highs until Chente rolled over to look at the other two men.
“So, anyone want to continue this upstairs?”
Characters: Villa/Silva/Vicente
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I checked with them but they won't tell me what actually happened so I decided to make up an explanation
Words: 3500 ish
A/N: This is for tempered_rose because she wanted it and because she needs a distraction right now, I hope it's what you wanted bb *hugs*
Villa sat on the plush sofa looking out over the club, letting his eyes wander lazily round to crowded room as he searched out his boyfriend's frame amongst the writhing mass of bodies who were all busy grinding and dancing on the dance floor. Villa had never been a great fan of clubbing - it was too loud, too sweaty and too constricting for him to enjoy it for long - but when Vicente had blinked those chocolate brown pools at him as he had begged him to come out, he had been unable to resist. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something about the way Vicente looked at him that made him suddenly want to agree to any request the other man made of him.
Villa shook his head as he looked back down at the beer bottle in his hand, his thumbnail absently flicking the edge of the curling label before looking over to scan another area of the room for Vicente. Eventually his eyes found the now familiar silhouette as it ground unashamedly against the other bodies around him and Villa could already feel himself getting hard. He loved to watch Vicente dancing, especially the way he moved like his body was made up of treacle, the smooth fluid movements of his body carving out languid and sensual lines in the small block of space he had claimed as his own in the middle of the dance floor. It all just made the Asturian want to jump up and leave, only encroaching on the dance floor to grab the front of Chente's t-shirt to drag him out behind him so that he can take him home and fuck him senseless, or up against the nearest surface that would bear their weight, depending on the mood.
Villa was just about to get out of his seat and make his way over to Vincente when the Valencian looked over and caught his eye, a slow grin crossing his face as he began to roll his body gracefully between the other bodies between himself and Villa. It was only as Vicente got closer that Villa noticed that he was pulling someone else along behind him through the crowd and the striker's forehead crinkled into a frown as he tried to work out why he would be bringing someone over with him. Vicente knew what Villa wanted when he smirked at him from the dance floor, they had been through this routine far too many times for either to be surprised by it's happening but Vicente didn't usually bring anyone else with him. Neither of them were against an extra participant in their frantic post clubbing fucking from time to time but that hadn't happened in a long time. It was only when the pair drew up to the table and a giggling Silva practically fell into his lap that he recognized the midfielder as the person Chente had been half leading and half carrying over towards him.
Villa raised his eyebrows at Chente as he manhandled Silva up into a more upright position next to him, cupping his chin in his hand as he stared into Silva's hazy eyes, trying to gauge just how drunk the midfielder was.
“How drunk is he?” Villa questioned Chente who was still standing in front of Villa.
“I'm not that drunk!” Silva started as he tried to pull himself out of Villa's grip, pulling himself up to stand before pausing to regain his balance.
“I don't know, I just found him over there like this! As far as I can tell he came out with Alexis and Mata and now they've both disappeared into the night leaving Silva in his little alcohol haze, so I figured it would be better to leave him here than in some dark corner for someone to take advantage of,” Chente shrugged just as Silva stumbled and ended up spread out across Villa's lap.
Just watching the midfielder spread out so obscenely across his boyfriend's lap was turning him on and suddenly Chente's already snug jeans were suddenly stiflingly tight and he needed someone to do something to relieve it. He caught a similar look flitting across Villa's face as he looked down at where Silva was laying across his lap.
“I think he's drunk enough to let us take him home now, then we can get back to the task at hand” Chente winked at him.
“Don't want to go home!” Silva stirred in Villa's lap as he dragged his gaze up to Vicente, a pout already forming on his lips.
“Well either we take you home or you come with us, so unless you want to join us in our night of debauchery you'll be tucked up in your own bed before you know it,” Chente joked as he helped Silva to his feet.
“And what if I said I wanted to join in your debauchery?” Silva locked his eyes onto Vicente's as he murmured into his ear, pressing his body against his. Thoughts raced through Vicente's mind as he looked over Silva's head to Villa who was watching them both with barely concealed lust in his eyes. He licked his lips nervously before looking back at Silva.
“Well then I would say what are we standing here for?”
~~**~~
Vicente had made short work of the drive home, partly because the roads were fortunately clear but mostly because he couldn't stop checking the rear view mirror to watch the way Villa and Silva were snuggled together in the back seat, his boyfriend's hands already disappearing under Silva's shirt. The other motorists on the roads in Valencia probably didn't realise just how lucky they were to get home in one piece that evening, the way Vicente was driving.
Now they were safely inside Vicente's living room, the streets of Valencia were safe again for a few hours and the three men were sitting together on the sofa, Silva between the two older men, feeling slightly more nervous than he had when he had made his request in the club as the drive had given him chance to sober up and realise what he had said and what he was getting into.
“So where did Alexis and Mata disappear to anyway?” Vicente shifted round to look at Silva, trying to put the younger man at ease as they waited for Villa to come back from the kitchen with more drinks.
Silva shrugged, “I dunno, probably went off to find someone to fuck,” he trailed off as his cheeks glowed a light red at the irony of his statement.
Vicente chuckled, pulling the smaller man in towards him, placing a kiss into his hair before Silva turned his head towards him and captured his lips in his. It took a moment for Vicente to register the fact that Silva was kissing him but before he had a chance to relax and start to kiss him back, Silva had pulled away, looking horrified at what he had done.
“I ... I'm soo sorry, Chente! I don't know why I did that! God, I'm so sorry!” Silva tried to scramble away but Vicente put a hand on his shoulder, pressing his lips gently but insistently against Silva's, silencing him the only way he could think of, until he felt Silva relaxing under his touch as he pressed his tongue into the younger man's mouth, tasting the traces of beer that was still evident from the club.
Silva allowed Vicente to kiss him for a few moments before the winger felt the midfielder's hand moving experimentally over his hip. Vicente allowed Silva's hand to rest there for a while until he felt Silva relax more under his own exploring hands as he gently manoeuvred their bodies so they were lying against the sofa, just allowing Silva to get comfortable with what they were doing - if he had been serious about staying to join him and Villa, Vicente needed Silva to trust him and not pull away because he thought he was doing something wrong. From being Silva's friend he knew that this wasn't Silva's first time but he knew he hadn't had that much experience either so he didn't want to push the younger man too far - he had seen how awkward Silva had been around Alexis for weeks after they had had a drunken fling and he didn't want that to happen again.
“I can't leave you alone for five minutes without you getting started without me!” Villa's voice from the doorway cut through his inner thoughts as Silva broke away from him, his cheeks flushing scarlet.
“Well if you didn't take so bloody long then we wouldn't have had chance to, would we?” Vicente countered
“You're just impatient!” Vicente sat up a little as Villa walked over towards the sofa, leaning over Silva's body to press a kiss to his boyfriend's lips, almost oblivious to the fact that Silva was watching with unashamed curiosity. It was only a moment before Villa pulled away and leaned in to press another kiss to Silva's lips too. When he pulled away to drop down on the other side of Silva again the midfielder looked nervously between the two of them with a mixed expression of apprehension, nervousness and fascination.
“As for you,” Villa turned his attention to Silva, “You are obviously just irresistible!” the striker placed his hand on Silva's thigh, squeezing gently. As his hand moved higher towards Silva's crotch a squeak escaped the midfielder's mouth, making Villa smile as he realised Vicente was mirroring his movements on Silva's other side, his face pressing kisses to the exposed skin of Silva's neck making him writhe between the two solid bodies either side of him.
Silva closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on remembering to breathe as he felt the two sets of hands running themselves across his body, stroking his thighs and under his t shirt and through his hair. Then there was the hot heat of the breath on his neck that was just making him feel all hot and flustered and was starting to confuse his already overstimulated brain. He sucked in a breath as he felt a hand brushing over his groin and a shot of heat spread upwards through his body that almost took his breath away.
Because of the fact his eyes were closed, he missed the knowing looks that passed between the older two men before Villa worked his hands under Silva's t-shirt as he leaned over to claim Vicente's lips with his own in a searing, passionate kiss that was the complete opposite of the unhurried way he peeled off Silva's t-shirt, the midfielder too distracted by watching the older couple kissing above him to even think about protesting, instead he felt his arms obediently lifting to allow the t shirt to be pulled off, and his arms to fall to rest on the lower backs of the two players who were furiously kissing and pulling at their own shirt's above him, their mouths never parting for even a moment until Silva hesitantly raised one slightly shaky hand from it's resting place to place it at the point where the couple's mouths met.
At the feeling of the hand on their lips both players automatically pulled away to look down at Silva before Villa took Silva's outstretched fingers into his mouth, allowing his tongue to flick around them, watching with hooded eyes as Vicente busied himself with nipping, licking and dropping kisses onto Silva's exposed chest as he made his way down his lithe body towards the waistband of his jeans. Small moans and gasps spilled from Silva's mouth as he allowed his body to to be explored and his fingers to be worshipped, his mind already feeling too fuzzy and blissed out to register anything more than the sensations.
Villa let Silva's hand fall from his mouth as he carefully moved his body to lay across the couch, pulling a relaxed and aroused Silva between his thighs to lean against his chest as Vicente deftly began to unbutton his jeans. He slid them easily down his legs and threw them carelessly across the room, his boxers quickly following, leaving a naked and hard Silva sandwiched between the two half clothed players.
“You think my mouth on your fingers was good? Just wait till Chente shows you what he can do with his,” Villa murmured into Silva's ear just as Chente knelt between Silva's thighs and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin at the top of his inner thigh, making a shiver run through his body. Villa wrapped his arms around Silva's chest, letting his fingers ghost over his skin, his fingers circling one of Silva's nipples, watching as Chente carefully licked his already kiss swollen red lips. The winger looked up from his spot on the floor to look directly into Villa's eyes as he took the head of Silva's cock in, making the midfielder writhe and moan at the heat and wetness of Chente's mouth as the striker felt himself getting harder as he watched Silva's cock disappear between his boyfriend's glistening lips.
“Oh God! Oh ...”
Silva wanted to say so many other things but he just couldn't get his brain to co-operate with his voice and so he was reduced to just gasping out words and moans, his head flung back to rest on Villa's shoulder as the striker held his body still against his own. Once his writhing had lessened, Villa moved one hand from around Silva's chest as he cupped the midfielder's face, turning it towards his own as he nibbled on Silva's lip, sucking it into his mouth before pushing his tongue deep into his mouth, exploring and allowing his tongue to tangle with Silva's, swallowing the moans Silva was still making into his own mouth.
Chente watched as his boyfriend's tongue darted into Silva's mouth as his own tongue swirled and licked along Silva's length as he teased the midfielder, working out what he liked from the way his body jerked and moved as he experimented with each lick and suck as his head bobbed up and down, occasionally sucking Silva down into his throat, letting out a low hum that vibrated through the midfielder's body, making him break away from Villa's kiss to moan loudly and gasp for air.
As he used one hand to roll Silva's balls between his fingers, he raised the other towards Villa, beckoning for something. Villa understood what he wanted as he reached behind the cushion behind him to fish out the lube they had left there the day before when they couldn't be bothered moving to the bedroom when Villa had got bored of the programme they had been watching and announced that he wanted Chente to fuck him. Now he handed the lube to his boyfriend, watching as he somehow managed to keep up his rhythm of his sucking on Silva's cock that was now slick and glistening with a mixture of his precome and Chente's saliva as he slicked up his fingers.
He gently pushed the first one into Silva as Villa simultaneously pinched one of his nipples, making him hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his brain trying hard to register both sensations at once and therefore making it unable to register either. He carefully moved it around inside Silva, moving it in and out experimentally to see what kind of reaction he would get from the midfielder before adding a second, scissoring them gently as he loosened Silva up, crooking his fingers inside him as he searched for that one sweet spot that would make Silva arch ... just like that. He couldn't help but grin as he watched the midfielder gasp as he arched gracefully up off Villa's body as his fingers found their destination.
Villa watched as Chente worked his magic, loving the fact he could look down and watch his boyfriend without the usual fuzzy sensation in his brain that went with Chente's blow jobs.
“Chente! Chente I'm soo close, god I'm soo ...” Silva gasped out
Villa felt Silva's orgasm building, could feel the midfielder's body tensing up against him and he watched as his body twitched and arched as Chente's throat bulged as Silva pushed his hips forward into Chente's willing throat as he came before he sagged back against Villa.
Villa looked down at his boyfriend before grabbing his bicep and dragging him up from the floor to kiss him, slipping his own body out from under Silva's so he could face his boyfriend, his tongue flitting round Chente's mouth as he tasted the midfielder in there.
“Do you reckon he's ready for round two?” Chente looked down at the body that was still coming down from it's high next to them.
“He will be in a second, which is just enough time for you and I to get out of the rest of our clothes,” Villa grinned reaching for Vincente's jeans, quickly removing them as Vicente made short work of his.
By the time the pair of them were naked, Silva had come down from his high and was now watching the pair of them with lust glazed but intrigued eyes. He blushed and looked away as he caught the two of them staring at him as he struggled to sit up.
“I guess I should leave you guys to it, I mean I wouldn't want to be in the way of you two ...”
“Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet!”
Villa reached out a hand for Silva's shoulder, pulling him back down onto the couch, artfully flicking his hand so that Silva ended up sprawled on his front. Chente moved over to the end of the sofa, grabbing a couple of cushions and helping Silva to shove them under his hips as Villa positioned himself behind Silva, leaning over his back as he reached under the cushions until his fingers brushed the edge of the condom package he knew he would find. He pulled it out, pressing kisses along Silva's spine as he worked his way back down to Silva's ass, picking up the bottle of lube as he slicked his fingers, carefully repeating Chente's earlier loosening Silva up before removing them and quickly tearing into the condom package and rolling it onto himself and pouring on more lube before he looked up to where Chente was lying next to Silva, stroking the midfielder's face, pushing his hair back off his face. Watching his boyfriend made his cock ache and he could barely hold back as he pushed into Silva, closing his eyes and letting the hot, tight heat envelop him as he slowly inched in.
Villa held his breath as he finally pushed right in, lifting his gaze to where Chente was stroking his own rock hard cock as he watched how Silva panted and contorted his face in pained pleasure as he adjusted to the intrusion in his body.
“Please! Please Villa, move! I need you to move!” Silva panted out as the sensation of having Villa inside him got too much and he needed the striker to move or do something. Villa smiled as he slowly pulled out before pushing back in, taking a few minutes to build up his rhythm as he fucked Silva, his own grunts and moans mixing with Silva's as he hit the midfielder's prostate, leaving him seeing stars for a moment. Chente had moved his body next to Silva's as he reached across to take the midfielder's cock into his hand, wrapping his fist around it as he started to pump Silva's cock at the same rhythm as he was pumping his own, his eyes locked with Silva's as he shifted his body, reaching out a hand to cover Chente's on the winger's cock as he slowly started to jerk the other player off as his boyfriend continued to fuck him above them.
Villa closed his eyes, the sight of the other two players pushing him soo close to the edge as he quickened his pace, pushing deep into the midfielder's body as he finally allowed himself to come, the insides of his eyelids glowing white before he slumped down, spreading himself over Silva's back as he and Chente worked their hands over each other's cocks, their pace getting ever more erratic as they both neared their own orgasms, finally coming together, coating each others' hands with their come, Chente lifting his hand away from Silva's spent cock as he lapped at the sticky white fluid on his fingers, grinning as he saw Silva's curious expression turn to one of surprise when he felt Villa's tongue lapping at his fingers, removing every trace of Chente's come from them before he flopped back down across his back.
The three of them lay in a lazy, sleepy pile together on the couch for a few more minutes, just catching their breath and coming down from their individual highs until Chente rolled over to look at the other two men.
“So, anyone want to continue this upstairs?”