[Fic - Real Madrid] I Don't Need a God (I Have You & Your Beautiful Mouth) (Part III)
Title: I Don't Need a God (I Have You & Your Beautiful Mouth) (Part III)
Fandom/Pairing: Real Madrid - Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos
Rating: So very NC-17
Author: onyxexistance/openmoments
Spoilers: --
Word Count: 1, 075
Summary: Sequel to Can't Let Go. In which Mesut and Sergio can't keep it in their pants and therefore just have sex in places that aren't their bed.
Prompt: --
Author's Notes: I had a bit that didn't fit into the first fic, but I didn't want to just leave it as a weird 1.3k of disjointed fic. And thencagedlight was all, "I want moar!" and I really suck at saying no to her, so I went ahead and wrote more. And more. And more. Basically: it's all porn with a little bit of plot. Exactly how things should be.
They sleep in late Sunday morning. Mesut gets up because he has to use the bathroom and then realizes he’s hungry and pokes Sergio awake so they can have food because he still doesn’t trust his cooking.
Which he points out when Sergio glares at him and rolls over, mumbles at him to fuck off and go have an apple or something.
They eat and Sergio touches him every chance he gets while they eat and they don’t even bother cleaning up, rinsing and then dumping the dishes in the sink before climbing onto the couch, Sergio tucked behind Mesut as they pull the blanket off the back of the couch and they flick through channels, watching old reruns and kids cartoons.
Mesut eventually dozes off and Sergio chuckles when he almost rolls off the couch and contemplates carrying him upstairs but then finds his book on the end table, instead readjusts them so Mesut’s head is on his lap and he sits and reads.
He’s more than half way done the book when there’s a palm creeping up in the middle of his page and he looks down to see Mesut blinking himself awake and he smiles slowly and he knows it reaches his eyes.
He loves the way Mesut looks when he’s waking up, that half asleep look he always has and he drops the book on the end table, passes his hand through Mesut’s hair.
“It’s kind of sexy when you read,” is the first thing out of his boyfriend’s mouth and he pauses a moment before he chuckles.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he points out as he tucks a strand of hair behind Mesut’s ear and notes that he really needs to convince him to get it cut.
Mesut shrugs, “I was and then I woke up and you didn’t notice so I just,” and he shrugs again and Sergio knows he’s not ready to say, “So I watched you read,” because that just shows too many emotions that they haven’t talked about yet.
“You always get impatient when I read,” Sergio notes with a teasing tone and Mesut just rolls his eyes.
“That’s normally because you pick the worst times to read,” he says and smiles when Sergio chuckles and then looks down when he feels Mesut’s hand curling around the one he had laying on his stomach.
“But,” Sergio starts and Mesut chuckles as he lifts their hands to his mouth, kisses where they’re joined.
“But,” Mesut continues, “you get that little frown in the middle of your forehead and you bite on the corner of your mouth,” Mesut says as he drops Sergio’s hand and uses his pointer finger to draw the line where the crease in Sergio’s forehead is.
“And,” Sergio encourages him and Mesut laughs, shakes his head as his hand travels from his forehead to his cheek to his neck.
“And it’s kind of fucking hot,” he finishes and Sergio smiles as he follows the pressure that Mesut presses into the side of his neck and kisses him.
“How hot?” he asks as he lifts his head a fraction and Mesut raises his eyebrows at the suggestive tone Sergio’s let drift into his voice.
“Very,” and that’s all Sergio needs before closing the gap again and kissing Mesut. He hooks his hands around his waist and Mesut pushes himself up and they both help him sit and Sergio moves to crawl on top of him but Mesut sits back and shakes his head and climbs up into his lap and Sergio growls low in his throat.
“God Mesut,” is all he says and he sees his wicked smile before there’s hair covering his face and Mesut’s mouth is covering his own and his hand’s already reaching down into Mesut’s underwear and feeling the hardness that’s there already and likes the way his hips hitch forward at the contact.
It doesn’t take long before Mesut’s hands are reciprocating, slipping under the loose band of his sweat pants and Sergio lifts his waist at his prompting, slips them down his hips and then Sergio pulls him closer, their knuckles brushing against each other and then hears Mesut mutter, “Lube,” under his breathe before he nips his lips and gets up and Sergio frowns at the lack of contact and sits on the couch, staring at his slowly flagging erection as he hears Mesut’s footsteps pound up the stairs and then him banging around in the room upstairs before sliding back down.
He jogs breathlessly into the living room and stops at the edge when Sergio looks up, a puppy dog look on his face.
“You left and so did it,” and Mesut laughs as he walks back to him, shaking his head, before he crawls back onto his lap, pecking him on his lips and at the sound of the lube bottle’s top popping open, Sergio’s cock twitches and when Mesut wraps his hand around it again, it only takes a few strokes before Sergio’s moaning into his mouth and reaching blindly for the discarded bottle and suddenly they’re just breathing against each other as he twists around the head of Mesut’s cock.
Sergio’s hips buck up at the same time as Mesut’s and Sergio’s hand slips and Mesut moans at the loss of contact before Sergio’s hand wraps around the base of both of their cocks and the friction has Mesut biting, hard, onto his bottom lip and then sends Sergio over the edge, cumming over their fists and pulls away.
Mesut struggles to open his eyes even as Sergio limply turns them around and sags to the floor, his hand settling around the base of Mesut’s cock, his lips sucking at the tip before quickly sucking him down and Mesut’s hand finds its way into his hair, carding through it as his hips buck up and his cock hits the back of Sergio’s throat and he does it again before he’s gripping the strands of Sergio’s hair tighter and cumming down his throat.
The only sound in the living room is them panting as Sergio rests his forehead against Mesut’s knee and then looks up as Mesut starts chuckling.
“What?” he asks with a frown forming between his eyes.
“You can’t stay up unless I’m in the room, hey?” Mesut asks with a waggle of his eyebrows and Sergio rolls his eyes as he grins and presses a kiss against Mesut’s knee.
“Biggest compliment, baby, biggest compliment.”
Part IV
Fandom/Pairing: Real Madrid - Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos
Rating: So very NC-17
Author: onyxexistance/openmoments
Spoilers: --
Word Count: 1, 075
Summary: Sequel to Can't Let Go. In which Mesut and Sergio can't keep it in their pants and therefore just have sex in places that aren't their bed.
Prompt: --
Author's Notes: I had a bit that didn't fit into the first fic, but I didn't want to just leave it as a weird 1.3k of disjointed fic. And thencagedlight was all, "I want moar!" and I really suck at saying no to her, so I went ahead and wrote more. And more. And more. Basically: it's all porn with a little bit of plot. Exactly how things should be.
They sleep in late Sunday morning. Mesut gets up because he has to use the bathroom and then realizes he’s hungry and pokes Sergio awake so they can have food because he still doesn’t trust his cooking.
Which he points out when Sergio glares at him and rolls over, mumbles at him to fuck off and go have an apple or something.
They eat and Sergio touches him every chance he gets while they eat and they don’t even bother cleaning up, rinsing and then dumping the dishes in the sink before climbing onto the couch, Sergio tucked behind Mesut as they pull the blanket off the back of the couch and they flick through channels, watching old reruns and kids cartoons.
Mesut eventually dozes off and Sergio chuckles when he almost rolls off the couch and contemplates carrying him upstairs but then finds his book on the end table, instead readjusts them so Mesut’s head is on his lap and he sits and reads.
He’s more than half way done the book when there’s a palm creeping up in the middle of his page and he looks down to see Mesut blinking himself awake and he smiles slowly and he knows it reaches his eyes.
He loves the way Mesut looks when he’s waking up, that half asleep look he always has and he drops the book on the end table, passes his hand through Mesut’s hair.
“It’s kind of sexy when you read,” is the first thing out of his boyfriend’s mouth and he pauses a moment before he chuckles.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he points out as he tucks a strand of hair behind Mesut’s ear and notes that he really needs to convince him to get it cut.
Mesut shrugs, “I was and then I woke up and you didn’t notice so I just,” and he shrugs again and Sergio knows he’s not ready to say, “So I watched you read,” because that just shows too many emotions that they haven’t talked about yet.
“You always get impatient when I read,” Sergio notes with a teasing tone and Mesut just rolls his eyes.
“That’s normally because you pick the worst times to read,” he says and smiles when Sergio chuckles and then looks down when he feels Mesut’s hand curling around the one he had laying on his stomach.
“But,” Sergio starts and Mesut chuckles as he lifts their hands to his mouth, kisses where they’re joined.
“But,” Mesut continues, “you get that little frown in the middle of your forehead and you bite on the corner of your mouth,” Mesut says as he drops Sergio’s hand and uses his pointer finger to draw the line where the crease in Sergio’s forehead is.
“And,” Sergio encourages him and Mesut laughs, shakes his head as his hand travels from his forehead to his cheek to his neck.
“And it’s kind of fucking hot,” he finishes and Sergio smiles as he follows the pressure that Mesut presses into the side of his neck and kisses him.
“How hot?” he asks as he lifts his head a fraction and Mesut raises his eyebrows at the suggestive tone Sergio’s let drift into his voice.
“Very,” and that’s all Sergio needs before closing the gap again and kissing Mesut. He hooks his hands around his waist and Mesut pushes himself up and they both help him sit and Sergio moves to crawl on top of him but Mesut sits back and shakes his head and climbs up into his lap and Sergio growls low in his throat.
“God Mesut,” is all he says and he sees his wicked smile before there’s hair covering his face and Mesut’s mouth is covering his own and his hand’s already reaching down into Mesut’s underwear and feeling the hardness that’s there already and likes the way his hips hitch forward at the contact.
It doesn’t take long before Mesut’s hands are reciprocating, slipping under the loose band of his sweat pants and Sergio lifts his waist at his prompting, slips them down his hips and then Sergio pulls him closer, their knuckles brushing against each other and then hears Mesut mutter, “Lube,” under his breathe before he nips his lips and gets up and Sergio frowns at the lack of contact and sits on the couch, staring at his slowly flagging erection as he hears Mesut’s footsteps pound up the stairs and then him banging around in the room upstairs before sliding back down.
He jogs breathlessly into the living room and stops at the edge when Sergio looks up, a puppy dog look on his face.
“You left and so did it,” and Mesut laughs as he walks back to him, shaking his head, before he crawls back onto his lap, pecking him on his lips and at the sound of the lube bottle’s top popping open, Sergio’s cock twitches and when Mesut wraps his hand around it again, it only takes a few strokes before Sergio’s moaning into his mouth and reaching blindly for the discarded bottle and suddenly they’re just breathing against each other as he twists around the head of Mesut’s cock.
Sergio’s hips buck up at the same time as Mesut’s and Sergio’s hand slips and Mesut moans at the loss of contact before Sergio’s hand wraps around the base of both of their cocks and the friction has Mesut biting, hard, onto his bottom lip and then sends Sergio over the edge, cumming over their fists and pulls away.
Mesut struggles to open his eyes even as Sergio limply turns them around and sags to the floor, his hand settling around the base of Mesut’s cock, his lips sucking at the tip before quickly sucking him down and Mesut’s hand finds its way into his hair, carding through it as his hips buck up and his cock hits the back of Sergio’s throat and he does it again before he’s gripping the strands of Sergio’s hair tighter and cumming down his throat.
The only sound in the living room is them panting as Sergio rests his forehead against Mesut’s knee and then looks up as Mesut starts chuckling.
“What?” he asks with a frown forming between his eyes.
“You can’t stay up unless I’m in the room, hey?” Mesut asks with a waggle of his eyebrows and Sergio rolls his eyes as he grins and presses a kiss against Mesut’s knee.
“Biggest compliment, baby, biggest compliment.”
Part IV