[Fic - Real Madrid] I Don't Need a God (I Have You & Your Beautiful Mouth) (Part VI)
Title: I Don't Need a God (I Have You & Your Beautiful Mouth) (Part VI)
Fandom/Pairing: Real Madrid - Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos
Rating: So very NC-17
Author: onyxexistance/openmoments
Spoilers: --
Word Count: 5,285
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.
He wakes up in an empty bed, Mesut’s pillow pulled close to his chest, fabric cool against his cheek. He can’t remember the last time he woke up to an empty bed, not having a warm body pressed up close against his. He’s not sure he likes it, but as he pushes himself up to leave, he notices the note on Mesut’s half of the bed, placed where his pillow used to be.
Good morning schatzi,
Sorry I’m not there when you wake up. Breakfast’s ready downstairs and I’ll see you later.
Happy birthday old man.
Mesut
He smiles at the small heart Mesut’s drawn next to his name and thought better about, scribbling over it before deciding against it and drawing over it again. Sergio props it up on his dresser before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
Mesut comes back just after he’s had a shower, towel slung around his hips another one wrapped around his hair, sitting at the island with a magazine.
“Happy birthday,” is his greeting as he moves up behind him, mouth pressing against his bare shoulder as he starts tugging his jacket off.
“What were you up to?” is his response as he flips the page, taking a bite of the apple he’s working on.
“Did you miss me that much?” Mesut asks as he opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of orange juice, leaning against the opposite site of the island on his forearms.
“All I’m saying is, since it’s my birthday and everything, this old man was expecting to wake up to birthday sex,” Sergio tells him as he places the finished apple on the napkin he’s placed next to his magazine.
Mesut laughs, choking a little with the juice he’s just drunk and Sergio looks up, a pout pulling his bottom lip out.
“I figured that wouldn’t be original enough,” Mesut tells him with a shrug as he drains his glass and rinses it in the sink before setting it in the drainboard.
He turns around to catch Sergio leveling a look at him and he laughs as he makes his way over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist as he leans his chin on his shoulder.
“Well, I’ll know for next year,” he says and Sergio’s heart stutters at the words even as he says.
“Who said I’ll keep you until then? If you don’t know to deliver birthday sex within the first year, your chances of staying around are slim,” he says and Mesut laughs against his neck.
“If I know you, at all,” he says as he runs his fingers up Sergio’s ribs, “You took care of yourself in the shower when I wasn’t around,” and the sound of Sergio sucking in a breathe confirms it as he pulls away.
Sergio spins himself around and grabs his hips, pulls him in the V of his legs and slides his hands around to grab his ass.
“But it’s not the same,” he whines and Mesut shakes his head as he looks down and Sergio looks up at him through his eyelashes and he wraps his legs around Mesut’s, who lurches forward at the suddenness and his hands end up on Sergio’s shoulders.
“What’s not the same?” he asks and his tongue feels thick in his throat and he knows this is a dangerous road he’s treading but the way Sergio’s looking at him, like this is the only important thing he has to do today, it’s sucking him in.
The worst part is Sergio knows he’s got him, the way he’s smiling as he says, “The way you look when you’re on your knees and your mouth’s around my cock, the way you let me fuck your throat, the way you look when you’re pushing into me, fuck baby, it drives me crazy,” and Mesut shudders up against Sergio who presses a kiss against his chin.
“If you’re interested,” he entices as he stands up, pushing his hips flush against Mesut’s, “I’ll take that birthday sex.”
Mesut’s hard in his pants as he pushes back up against Sergio, ready to say yes when his phone goes off in his pocket, the ring tone he’s assigned to Iker and he knows he has to answer it as he slips his hand in his pocket.
“You don’t have to answer it,” Sergio breathes against his ear as he nibbles on his earlobe, teeth clanking against the earring there.
“Yes I do,” Mesut tells him, voice on the edge of a moan as Sergio slides his hand between them and cups Mesut through his pants who takes a breathe in through his teeth as he hits talk.
“Hey,” he says, voice on edge and he clears his throat, steels himself as Sergio works on his neck and it’s painful, having to shake himself and pay attention to Iker.
Iker sounds stressed on the other side of the line, “Yeah, hi Mesut, so you know how Cris said he’d take care of ordering the cake?” and he presses on so quickly that all Mesut can add is a hum of acknowledgement, spurned on by the way Sergio’s sucking at his neck.
“Obviously he didn’t and I told you that we shouldn’t let him be in charge, but his damn puppy eyes,” and Mesut knows he’s going to go on a tangent soon and his attention is wandering away with Sergio’s hand.
“Yes and?” he interjects but Iker keeps going as if he can’t hear him.
“I knew we should have gotten Pipita to be in charge of it. I mean, look at his ass, obviously the man knows food. And his brain isn’t quite as airy as Cris’s,” and Mesut would smile if he wasn’t biting his lip, trying to keep a moan from slipping as Sergio starts working on his belt buckle.
“Well, did someone take care of it?” he hisses because this whole keeping a secret from Sergio thing is getting a lot more complicated now that Sergio’s right there, in a towel and trying to strip him while he’s on the phone.
There’s a pause and his groans, both from annoyance and from Sergio slipping his hand into his underwear, a devilish look on his face as he hisses, breathe hot on his ear, “Get off the phone and come fuck me, baby,” and he wants to, wants to so badly but fuck. He also wants a cake for Sergio’s birthday.
“Take care of it,” and he knows he doesn’t sound threatening, not to Iker, but he needs to get off the phone and can’t let Sergio know and he’s about to hang up, but then Iker’s voice is saying something and he presses the phone up against his ear.
“I did,” and Mesut lets out a sigh of relief even as he asks him what the problem is.
“Well, no one can pick it up, so you’re going to have to,” Iker tells him and Mesut wants to reach through the phone and throttle him.
“What?!” he hisses, pulling himself away from Sergio, twisting his body and leaning away, Sergio whining in disappointment.
“I ordered but you’re going to have to pick up the cake,” Iker repeats then he’s telling him that it needs to be picked up at one and they’ll meet up at the restaurant for one thirty and Mesut’s pissed and Sergio’s back to pawing at him, so he snaps, “Fine,” and hangs up before Iker can.
“Took you long enough,” Sergio tells him as he grabs him by his hips again and Mesut lets out a laugh when he sees the towel falling off his head and around his shoulders and he leans over and pulls the rest of it off, runs his hands through the still damp hair that needs to be combed out before it dries.
“So, are you going to take me upstairs and fuck me properly?” Sergio asks as he slips his hands against Mesut’s ass and pulls them flush against each other and he wants to say yes, the way Sergio looks with his eyes dark and wanting has never been easy to resist and he leans up and loops his arms around his neck, stands on his toes and kisses him, hot and wanting and Sergio smiles against his mouth before sliding his tongue out and Mesut meets it with his own.
When he pulls away he’s breathless and Sergio’s pushing up against him and the towel around his waist is two seconds from falling to the ground and Mesut knows that if it does, he’s not going to leave the house for the rest of the day.
“I would love to,” he says and Sergio frowns at the tone he says it in, pulls away as he adds, “But that was Sami and he and Lena just had a fight and...,” his voice trails off and he tries to read the look on Sergio’s face as he talks, hoping he isn’t pushing his luck and then Sergio shakes his head and presses their foreheads together.
“Go,” Sergio tells him and presses a kiss to his cheek as he pulls away and straightens the towel around his waist, “We’re still going for lunch though, right?” and Mesut smiles as he leans in, presses a quick kiss to his mouth as he readjusts his pants.
“Of course. I’ll meet you there at one thirty,” he tells him as he grabs his jacket. “And please don’t wear anything that’s going to embarrass me,” he tells him and just raises his eyebrows as Sergio pouts at him.
“Even if it’s your birthday, there are limits as to what you are allowed,” he tells him as he slips his arms through his sleeves and makes his way out of the kitchen.
Sergio’s voice follows him to the entry way with, “I still haven’t gotten birthday sex!”
The bakery is his last stop before he heads to the restaurant (that he’s reserved for all of them for lunch, where he’s already been this morning, decorations in hand, a CD with Sergio’s favourite music burned on it, dropped off his present). He’s there ten minutes early and the girl at the till glances at him as he taps his foot impatiently, checking his watch every thirty five seconds and it takes an extra twenty minutes after and he’s got three texts from Iker asking him where the fuck he is, four from Cris asking him why he didn’t tell him that he was supposed to dress up because even at Sergio’s birthday party, he wants to be the best dressed, one from Arbie asking him if he plans to show up at all to the surprise birthday he planned and two missed calls from Sergio, wondering what the fuck is going on and why he’s been greeted by the rest of the team and why he’s not there. The second one is to remind him that he’s still expecting sex later.
He balances the cake as he locks the car behind him as he scurries to the restaurant, cursing under his breathe as he backs up through the door, smiles as he hears cheers from the back of the restaurant.
“You’re late,” Sergio tells him as he sets the cake down in the middle of the table and he leans over to press a kiss against his smirking lips, to cat calls from their friends.
“I brought cake,” he tells him as he makes his way around the table and Sergio rolls his eyes as Mesut sits next to him.
“Still doesn’t make up for no birthday sex,” Sergio hisses against his ear.
Mesut leans over and presses a kiss against his cheek, “You’re birthday’s not over yet,” and Sergio just raises his eyebrows as Cris leans over and tells them to cut it out, Pipita leaning in as well and yelling down the table that he’s hungry and he wants cake, to the catcalls from down the table, as Marcelo reaches out and slaps his ass, eliciting whistles from their friends as a blush creeps up his neck.
It’s late when they get home, both in their own cars, presents piled in the back of each. They carry them in and Mesut tells him that he’ll let him wear the shirt Cris gave him once and then after that he’s dumping bleach on it and sticking it in the garbage.
Sergio just laughs as he pulls it out of its box and looks at it as he says, “It’s not that bad,” and Mesut just raises his eyebrows as he piles the rest of the boxes and bags in the corner of the room.
“I’m still going to bleach it,” he says before he stifles a yawn with the back of his hand, “And I’m going to tell Cris it was an accident and you’re going to support that,” he adds and Sergio laughs as he tosses it on top of the dresser.
“You’re going to hurt his feelings.”
“Better than you hurting my eyes every time you put it on,” Mesut quips as Sergio comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist.
“Or, I could just not wear clothes,” he suggests, breathe warm against the side of Mesut’s face as he kisses his cheek, once, twice, before moving down and placing one against his jaw.
Mesut laughs, “I see you still have something on your mind,” and Sergio laughs.
“All day babe, all day,” he says as his hands wander from around his waist, reaching down, one hand pulling the hem of his shirt up, hand sliding against the warm skin there, resting on his hip before moving up over his stomach, the other reaching down to undo his belt buckle, fingers working at his button and zip before sliding his hand down between his stomach and the waistband of his underwear.
Mesut lets his head drop back against his shoulder as Sergio wraps his fingers around his cock and Mesut lets out a sigh as his eyes slide shut, Sergio leaning into his neck, biting on the skin where his chin and neck meet, down his throat.
“God, I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” Sergio tells him, thumb sliding down over his head and Mesut knows he smiles when his hips buck up into his touch.
“Yeah, just like that,” and Mesut’s hips buck up again when he twists his hand down his shaft, his other hand crawling up over his stomach, fingers playing with one nipple and then the other and Mesut lets out a moan, hands fisted against Sergio’s side in his shirt.
Suddenly his hand pulls away and Mesut lets out a moan of protest and pouts as Sergio laughs against his ear.
“Come on, come to bed,” Sergio tells him as he places a kiss behind his ear, tugs him backwards by the hem of his shirt until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he tugs on the hem of Mesut’s shirt, trying to get him to follow, but he turns around instead and Sergio bites his lip at the way Mesut’s looking at him, eyes dark and wide and his cheeks flushed and there’s a smile, just around the corner of his mouth, that he doesn’t understand.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here this morning,” Mesut says and Sergio quirks his lips as he tugs on his shirt, pulls him into the V between his legs.
“Your note almost made up for it,” he replies cheekily as he pulls him flush against his chest and Mesut chuckles, light and happy and Sergio smiles up at him as he rests his head against his chest.
He feels Mesut thread his fingers through his hair and he smiles, hums in contentment when Mesut presses a kiss to the top of his head. His smile widens when Mesut pushes him back against the bed onto his back and crawls up to straddle his waist.
“I’m guessing this would completely make up for it?” Mesut asks with a raised eyebrow and Sergio doesn’t say anything, just smiles, showing all his teeth, before Mesut leans down and presses his lips against his.
Sergio presses up into it, hands resting on Mesut’s hips, sighs against his mouth, follows it with a groan when Mesut presses his hips down against his, grinding slowly.
Mesut pulls away a fraction and smiles when he feels Sergio hardening underneath him.
He strips him quickly, the way Sergio looks at him telling him he’s tired of waiting and he wants him, he wants him now and Mesut’s alright with that, loves the way Sergio pants when he’s pulling off his pants, cupping him through his underwear, pulling it off slowly before his mouth hovers over his cock, teasing, lips trailing lightly over it, Sergio trying to buck his hips up against Mesut’s hands, pinning him to the bed.
Finally, he wraps his mouth around his cock and Sergio groans, loud and low and then pushes himself up on his elbows, looks at him through half lidded eyes. His tongue darts out to lap at his lower lip when Mesut smiles around his cock and Sergio can’t stop the way his hips buck up, the way he moans when he feels it hit the top of Mesut’s mouth.
Sergio knows everyone thinks Mesut is this innocent footballer from Germany, shy and nervous and not quite certain of things. The thought pops into his head, briefly, before he focuses on the way Mesut sounds, the way the room is filled with how he slurps and sucks, how he hums and swallows his cock, small choking sounds when Sergio pushes down too deep, his gag reflex kicking in. There’s nothing innocent about it and Sergio can’t believe he gets him, gets this part of him, all to himself.
He lets him know, too. He babbles whenever Mesut’s on his knees, telling him exactly how he likes it and how good he is, how beautiful he looks, down on his knees, lips stretched out around him, chin covered in saliva and precum, cheeks red.
Mesut looks up at him, smirks around the dick in his mouth, knows what Sergio is thinking and Sergio threads his hand through his hair, pushes himself deeper into his mouth, keeps him in place and the way Mesut lets him, the way he lets him fuck his mouth, the way he’s looking up and sucking on him and letting him, it does it for him.
His other hand flies and grips tight in Mesut’s hair as he pushes himself in and out, fucks his mouth and Mesut takes him, lets him and Sergio’s down deep before quickly pulling out, not leaving time for him to choke and then he’s cumming.
Sergio stills, pushed deep into Mesut’s mouth and his mouth hangs open as he tells him exactly how perfect it feels, how good he is and he feels him swallow, tongue working around his dick, mouth and throat pushing back as he lets it slide down his throat.
When he’s done, Mesut pulls off of him with a soft, wet pop and his dick jumps up against his cheek, trailing and leaving a wet smear of cum and saliva and he bites down on his lip and Mesut smiles under his eyelashes as he catches his breathe and Sergio pulls him up by his collar, crushes their mouths together.
He can taste himself on Mesut’s tongue, feels Mesut smile against his mouth, can feel how hard he is as he’s settled on his lap before he flips them over and maneuvers them to the middle of the bed, Mesut squirming under him, hips pushing up when he can and he’s sore and sensitive and hisses a little at the feeling.
He sits back on his knees, pushes a hand back through his hair and Mesut smiles at him from the bed, hazy and hot and Sergio sucks on his bottom lip at the sight before his hands fall to Mesut’s already undone pants and he pulls them the rest of the way off, discarding them over the edge of the bed on the pile that’s there already before he crawls back up and slides his hands up from Mesut’s hips to his armpits, pushing his shirt up, before tugging it over his head and tossing it over his head as Mesut tugs him down to kiss him.
Mesut’s hard between them and the way he’s pushing up against him has Sergio grinning as Mesut’s mouth slides off of his as he starts panting.
“Please Sergio,” and Sergio has really started liking the way it sounds when Mesut reaches this point: hot and hard and wanting and yet he can’t cum because he needs Sergio there with him, so his voice reaches this high note and Sergio’s only ever heard it in bed, when he looks like this. And he really fucking loves it.
He trails his mouth down his body, sloppy wet kisses before he pushes himself off and digs around in the bedside table drawer for the bottle of lube before settling himself back over Mesut and picking back up where he left off before pushing Mesut’s left foot up on the bed and squirting some of the lube on his fingers. His hand slips in the space between Mesut’s thighs, fingers slowly circling his hole as he mouths at his hips.
Mesut has his hands clutching at the comforter as Sergio keeps biting at his hips, sucking and licking and he didn’t know that they were that sensitive but fuck and then he’s got one finger slowly pushing in and out and it’s not enough, not fast enough, not hard enough, not enough and he just wants more, presses down against the digit, whines when Sergio keeps a firm grip on his hips, keeps him in place.
“Please Sergio,” and he knows he’s on the brink of begging, but he doesn’t care, not the way Sergio’s only now just teasing him with two fingers, the way he’s doing it so slowly and taking his time, sliding them in and out, in and out, slowly and steadily, fingers stretching now and again and Mesut sighs at the feeling.
“Patience,” is all Sergio tells him as he places a soft kiss on the warm and wet, very bruised skin stretched over his hips before biting at it and Mesut hisses at the oversensitive stimulation.
Sergio pulls away, a small smile on his lips and Mesut struggles to open his eyes to look at him as feels his fingers slip away and he chokes back a small sob at the back of his throat and Sergio runs his hands down his thighs, shushing him before he tells him to flip over.
“C’mon, just on your stomach,” Sergio tells him when he hesitates for a moment and he sighs at the way his cock gets some friction against the bed, can’t help himself from pushing his hips against it, moans when Sergio pins his hips down, tells him to stop.
“On your knees,” Sergio instructs him and Mesut presses his dick against the blankets once, twice before he makes it on his knees, head buried between his forearms and Sergio hums in contentment behind him and Mesut feels his hands on his ass before they’re pulling his cheeks apart and Mesut groans into the cradle of his arms and Sergio shushes him again.
“Patience,” he repeats and Mesut just wants him inside, now, and he pushes his ass back and Sergio just tuts before he slips his fingers back against his hole, sliding them in and out, though not enough to give Mesut what he wants and he teases before he slips in a third finger, Mesut moaning at the feel of being stretched farther apart and hears Sergio chuckle behind him.
Mesut jumps at the cool feeling of Sergio’s tongue at the tip of his crack before it slides down, pushes against his hole next to his fingers and he pushes back on it, lets out a string of moans and sighs, Sergio’s name mixed in among them, fingers clenched in his own hair.
Sergio pulls out his fingers before spreading his ass even more, pushing his tongue in as much as he can before dragging it back out, twirling around Mesut’s stretched out and wet hole. He drags the tip back up to the top of Mesut’s ass before bringing it back down, pushing it back in through the ring of muscle, once, twice, three times before he pulls back, wipes a hand across his wet chin as his other one goes to his dick, pulling on it a few times at the sight of Mesut on his knees, wet and open.
He shifts forward a bit, hand still on his dick, lines himself up against Mesut’s hole, teases him with the tip of his cock, chuckles slightly at the way Mesut pushes back against him, wraps his other hand around his hips before he pushes his head in through, just in before drawing it back out and Mesut growls against the bed sheets.
“Do you want it?” Sergio asks, pushing and pulling his dick out again as Mesut tries pushing back against him and Mesut just whines.
“Tell me,” Sergio tells him, fingers digging into his hips as he teases him further.
It comes out choked and needy, the words partially lost in the fabric under his head, but Sergio hears it. Hears the words tumbling quickly out of his mouth, “Oh fuck yes please, Sergio. Please give it to me,” and they’re barely out of his mouth before Sergio pushes all the way in in one hard, deep thrust and Mesut lets out a scream of pleasure as he pushes back, head pushing against the bed as his ass stretches out around Sergio’s dick.
“God Mesut,” is all Sergio can manage as he stills, pushed up against Mesut, before he eases out, slowly before setting a quick pace, pushing in hard and deep, almost out before slamming back in. He loves the way he can see Mesut’s ass taking all of him, sees how he fits so well inside.
Mesut’s writhing on the bed beneath him, pushing back against him, trying to get enough of anything so he can come and Sergio moves one of his hands from his hips to his hair, buries his fingers in the strands before he tugs back on them, pulls Mesut’s head back and leans down, presses a sloppy kiss against his ear.
“Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” Sergio whispers filthily into his ear and Mesut just moans something and Sergio tugs on his hair.
“Tell me.”
There’s a pause as Mesut breathes sharply in through his nose and Sergio fucks him deep and hard and he lets out a stream of, “God yes Sergio. Please, please make me cum,” and Sergio smiles as he lets go of his hair and pulls out, a sob like sound falling out of Mesut’s mouth at the lack of contact, suddenly feeling so empty and Sergio’s grin widens as he flips Mesut onto his back, chuckles at the sound of surprise he makes at the sudden move before he’s pushing his legs up against his chest and pushing himself back in.
Mesut looks at him straight in the eyes as he fucks him, locks his feet behind his head, tugs his head down and presses their mouths together, hot and wet and sliding against each other as Sergio pistons in and out before a hand slips between them, sweaty on Mesut’s precum covered cock.
It only takes a few firm strokes before Mesut’s coming all over his stomach and Sergio’s hand and the way he clenches around Sergio’s dick has Sergio picking up his speed, the sound of laboured breathing and skin slapping against skin the only sounds in the room before he starts to cum, going still against Mesut before he falls limply against him.
He pushes himself up after a few moments, pulls himself out gently before Mesut dances his hands up his arms, tugs him towards him and Sergio goes willingly, kissing his bruised and puffy lips as he lays half curled up against Mesut, half tucked up against the bed.
“You’re a mess,” Sergio says with his chuckle as he skims his hand over the mess across Mesut’s stomach, who just chuckles tiredly as Sergio reaches across and grabs a pair of pajama pants from under one of the pillows to wipe away at the cum clinging to the skin of Mesut’s stomach.
“Those were mine,” Mesut tells him, the joking whine only slight as he battles off a yawn.
“No,” Sergio says as he tucks himself closer next to Mesut, arm snaking around Mesut’s chest, “They’re mine. You haven’t worn your own pair of pajama pants since we started dating,” Sergio reminds him as he places a kiss against his jaw.
“And you love it that way,” Mesut reminds him, winding his fingers through his hair.
Sergio closes his eyes as he rubs his cheek over Mesut’s shoulder, “Only because I love you,” he agrees murmurs as he tightens his arm across his chest, breathing evening out as Mesut’s eyes go wide and he looks down.
“Because you what?” he asks, the hand he has around Sergio’s shoulder shaking him slightly.
It takes a moment before Sergio’s eyes slowly open and he bites his lip as he looks up at Mesut. There’s a hesitant smile there as he repeats, “I love you,” and the only thing Mesut can think to do is blink at him, mouth open slightly.
Sergio laughs as he pushes himself up, wraps his hand around the back of Mesut’s neck and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“That’s good news, silly,” he tells him, a nervous ting at the edge of his voice as he smiles against his face.
“No no, I...I know,” Mesut stumbles out before he clears his throat, licks at his lips, “I just...,” he shrugs before he pulls back a fraction and looks at him, “I just...I’ve been waiting for the right moment, and ugh,” he smiles, crooked and blushing and Sergio has never seen him like this. He looks happy, but there’s more to it than that.
“You were waiting for the perfect time?” he questions and Mesut just shrugs his shoulders, looks away.
“Yeah, I don’t know, I just....,” and he trails off and Sergio worries for a fraction of a second before he looks back up, his eyes sparkling and Sergio feels something tighten in his chest. “I love you, too,” and Sergio smiles as he pulls Mesut’s head down and presses their mouths together.
“I’m glad,” Sergio says as he slides back down against the bed, arm now firmly around Mesut’s waist, “Otherwise I’d have no nice car to fuck in,” he says cheekily and Mesut laughs around a yawn.
“If you stopped buying those ridiculous clothes, maybe you could afford it,” he quips back and looks down, smiles when he sees Sergio’s eyes closed, faced pressed against his shoulder.
“Happy birthday,” Mesut whispers against his hairline as Sergio’s breathing evens out and Mesut presses a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead, feels Sergio’s mouth curve into a sleepy smile against his shoulder and when he hears Sergio’s breathing slow down and even off as he drifts off to sleep, he slides out of bed to the bathroom to clean himself off before he grabs an extra blanket and crawls back into bed, moves in next to Sergio and drifts off to sleep.
Part VII
Fandom/Pairing: Real Madrid - Mesut Özil/Sergio Ramos
Rating: So very NC-17
Author: onyxexistance/openmoments
Spoilers: --
Word Count: 5,285
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.
He wakes up in an empty bed, Mesut’s pillow pulled close to his chest, fabric cool against his cheek. He can’t remember the last time he woke up to an empty bed, not having a warm body pressed up close against his. He’s not sure he likes it, but as he pushes himself up to leave, he notices the note on Mesut’s half of the bed, placed where his pillow used to be.
Good morning schatzi,
Sorry I’m not there when you wake up. Breakfast’s ready downstairs and I’ll see you later.
Happy birthday old man.
Mesut
He smiles at the small heart Mesut’s drawn next to his name and thought better about, scribbling over it before deciding against it and drawing over it again. Sergio props it up on his dresser before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
Mesut comes back just after he’s had a shower, towel slung around his hips another one wrapped around his hair, sitting at the island with a magazine.
“Happy birthday,” is his greeting as he moves up behind him, mouth pressing against his bare shoulder as he starts tugging his jacket off.
“What were you up to?” is his response as he flips the page, taking a bite of the apple he’s working on.
“Did you miss me that much?” Mesut asks as he opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of orange juice, leaning against the opposite site of the island on his forearms.
“All I’m saying is, since it’s my birthday and everything, this old man was expecting to wake up to birthday sex,” Sergio tells him as he places the finished apple on the napkin he’s placed next to his magazine.
Mesut laughs, choking a little with the juice he’s just drunk and Sergio looks up, a pout pulling his bottom lip out.
“I figured that wouldn’t be original enough,” Mesut tells him with a shrug as he drains his glass and rinses it in the sink before setting it in the drainboard.
He turns around to catch Sergio leveling a look at him and he laughs as he makes his way over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist as he leans his chin on his shoulder.
“Well, I’ll know for next year,” he says and Sergio’s heart stutters at the words even as he says.
“Who said I’ll keep you until then? If you don’t know to deliver birthday sex within the first year, your chances of staying around are slim,” he says and Mesut laughs against his neck.
“If I know you, at all,” he says as he runs his fingers up Sergio’s ribs, “You took care of yourself in the shower when I wasn’t around,” and the sound of Sergio sucking in a breathe confirms it as he pulls away.
Sergio spins himself around and grabs his hips, pulls him in the V of his legs and slides his hands around to grab his ass.
“But it’s not the same,” he whines and Mesut shakes his head as he looks down and Sergio looks up at him through his eyelashes and he wraps his legs around Mesut’s, who lurches forward at the suddenness and his hands end up on Sergio’s shoulders.
“What’s not the same?” he asks and his tongue feels thick in his throat and he knows this is a dangerous road he’s treading but the way Sergio’s looking at him, like this is the only important thing he has to do today, it’s sucking him in.
The worst part is Sergio knows he’s got him, the way he’s smiling as he says, “The way you look when you’re on your knees and your mouth’s around my cock, the way you let me fuck your throat, the way you look when you’re pushing into me, fuck baby, it drives me crazy,” and Mesut shudders up against Sergio who presses a kiss against his chin.
“If you’re interested,” he entices as he stands up, pushing his hips flush against Mesut’s, “I’ll take that birthday sex.”
Mesut’s hard in his pants as he pushes back up against Sergio, ready to say yes when his phone goes off in his pocket, the ring tone he’s assigned to Iker and he knows he has to answer it as he slips his hand in his pocket.
“You don’t have to answer it,” Sergio breathes against his ear as he nibbles on his earlobe, teeth clanking against the earring there.
“Yes I do,” Mesut tells him, voice on the edge of a moan as Sergio slides his hand between them and cups Mesut through his pants who takes a breathe in through his teeth as he hits talk.
“Hey,” he says, voice on edge and he clears his throat, steels himself as Sergio works on his neck and it’s painful, having to shake himself and pay attention to Iker.
Iker sounds stressed on the other side of the line, “Yeah, hi Mesut, so you know how Cris said he’d take care of ordering the cake?” and he presses on so quickly that all Mesut can add is a hum of acknowledgement, spurned on by the way Sergio’s sucking at his neck.
“Obviously he didn’t and I told you that we shouldn’t let him be in charge, but his damn puppy eyes,” and Mesut knows he’s going to go on a tangent soon and his attention is wandering away with Sergio’s hand.
“Yes and?” he interjects but Iker keeps going as if he can’t hear him.
“I knew we should have gotten Pipita to be in charge of it. I mean, look at his ass, obviously the man knows food. And his brain isn’t quite as airy as Cris’s,” and Mesut would smile if he wasn’t biting his lip, trying to keep a moan from slipping as Sergio starts working on his belt buckle.
“Well, did someone take care of it?” he hisses because this whole keeping a secret from Sergio thing is getting a lot more complicated now that Sergio’s right there, in a towel and trying to strip him while he’s on the phone.
There’s a pause and his groans, both from annoyance and from Sergio slipping his hand into his underwear, a devilish look on his face as he hisses, breathe hot on his ear, “Get off the phone and come fuck me, baby,” and he wants to, wants to so badly but fuck. He also wants a cake for Sergio’s birthday.
“Take care of it,” and he knows he doesn’t sound threatening, not to Iker, but he needs to get off the phone and can’t let Sergio know and he’s about to hang up, but then Iker’s voice is saying something and he presses the phone up against his ear.
“I did,” and Mesut lets out a sigh of relief even as he asks him what the problem is.
“Well, no one can pick it up, so you’re going to have to,” Iker tells him and Mesut wants to reach through the phone and throttle him.
“What?!” he hisses, pulling himself away from Sergio, twisting his body and leaning away, Sergio whining in disappointment.
“I ordered but you’re going to have to pick up the cake,” Iker repeats then he’s telling him that it needs to be picked up at one and they’ll meet up at the restaurant for one thirty and Mesut’s pissed and Sergio’s back to pawing at him, so he snaps, “Fine,” and hangs up before Iker can.
“Took you long enough,” Sergio tells him as he grabs him by his hips again and Mesut lets out a laugh when he sees the towel falling off his head and around his shoulders and he leans over and pulls the rest of it off, runs his hands through the still damp hair that needs to be combed out before it dries.
“So, are you going to take me upstairs and fuck me properly?” Sergio asks as he slips his hands against Mesut’s ass and pulls them flush against each other and he wants to say yes, the way Sergio looks with his eyes dark and wanting has never been easy to resist and he leans up and loops his arms around his neck, stands on his toes and kisses him, hot and wanting and Sergio smiles against his mouth before sliding his tongue out and Mesut meets it with his own.
When he pulls away he’s breathless and Sergio’s pushing up against him and the towel around his waist is two seconds from falling to the ground and Mesut knows that if it does, he’s not going to leave the house for the rest of the day.
“I would love to,” he says and Sergio frowns at the tone he says it in, pulls away as he adds, “But that was Sami and he and Lena just had a fight and...,” his voice trails off and he tries to read the look on Sergio’s face as he talks, hoping he isn’t pushing his luck and then Sergio shakes his head and presses their foreheads together.
“Go,” Sergio tells him and presses a kiss to his cheek as he pulls away and straightens the towel around his waist, “We’re still going for lunch though, right?” and Mesut smiles as he leans in, presses a quick kiss to his mouth as he readjusts his pants.
“Of course. I’ll meet you there at one thirty,” he tells him as he grabs his jacket. “And please don’t wear anything that’s going to embarrass me,” he tells him and just raises his eyebrows as Sergio pouts at him.
“Even if it’s your birthday, there are limits as to what you are allowed,” he tells him as he slips his arms through his sleeves and makes his way out of the kitchen.
Sergio’s voice follows him to the entry way with, “I still haven’t gotten birthday sex!”
The bakery is his last stop before he heads to the restaurant (that he’s reserved for all of them for lunch, where he’s already been this morning, decorations in hand, a CD with Sergio’s favourite music burned on it, dropped off his present). He’s there ten minutes early and the girl at the till glances at him as he taps his foot impatiently, checking his watch every thirty five seconds and it takes an extra twenty minutes after and he’s got three texts from Iker asking him where the fuck he is, four from Cris asking him why he didn’t tell him that he was supposed to dress up because even at Sergio’s birthday party, he wants to be the best dressed, one from Arbie asking him if he plans to show up at all to the surprise birthday he planned and two missed calls from Sergio, wondering what the fuck is going on and why he’s been greeted by the rest of the team and why he’s not there. The second one is to remind him that he’s still expecting sex later.
He balances the cake as he locks the car behind him as he scurries to the restaurant, cursing under his breathe as he backs up through the door, smiles as he hears cheers from the back of the restaurant.
“You’re late,” Sergio tells him as he sets the cake down in the middle of the table and he leans over to press a kiss against his smirking lips, to cat calls from their friends.
“I brought cake,” he tells him as he makes his way around the table and Sergio rolls his eyes as Mesut sits next to him.
“Still doesn’t make up for no birthday sex,” Sergio hisses against his ear.
Mesut leans over and presses a kiss against his cheek, “You’re birthday’s not over yet,” and Sergio just raises his eyebrows as Cris leans over and tells them to cut it out, Pipita leaning in as well and yelling down the table that he’s hungry and he wants cake, to the catcalls from down the table, as Marcelo reaches out and slaps his ass, eliciting whistles from their friends as a blush creeps up his neck.
It’s late when they get home, both in their own cars, presents piled in the back of each. They carry them in and Mesut tells him that he’ll let him wear the shirt Cris gave him once and then after that he’s dumping bleach on it and sticking it in the garbage.
Sergio just laughs as he pulls it out of its box and looks at it as he says, “It’s not that bad,” and Mesut just raises his eyebrows as he piles the rest of the boxes and bags in the corner of the room.
“I’m still going to bleach it,” he says before he stifles a yawn with the back of his hand, “And I’m going to tell Cris it was an accident and you’re going to support that,” he adds and Sergio laughs as he tosses it on top of the dresser.
“You’re going to hurt his feelings.”
“Better than you hurting my eyes every time you put it on,” Mesut quips as Sergio comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist.
“Or, I could just not wear clothes,” he suggests, breathe warm against the side of Mesut’s face as he kisses his cheek, once, twice, before moving down and placing one against his jaw.
Mesut laughs, “I see you still have something on your mind,” and Sergio laughs.
“All day babe, all day,” he says as his hands wander from around his waist, reaching down, one hand pulling the hem of his shirt up, hand sliding against the warm skin there, resting on his hip before moving up over his stomach, the other reaching down to undo his belt buckle, fingers working at his button and zip before sliding his hand down between his stomach and the waistband of his underwear.
Mesut lets his head drop back against his shoulder as Sergio wraps his fingers around his cock and Mesut lets out a sigh as his eyes slide shut, Sergio leaning into his neck, biting on the skin where his chin and neck meet, down his throat.
“God, I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” Sergio tells him, thumb sliding down over his head and Mesut knows he smiles when his hips buck up into his touch.
“Yeah, just like that,” and Mesut’s hips buck up again when he twists his hand down his shaft, his other hand crawling up over his stomach, fingers playing with one nipple and then the other and Mesut lets out a moan, hands fisted against Sergio’s side in his shirt.
Suddenly his hand pulls away and Mesut lets out a moan of protest and pouts as Sergio laughs against his ear.
“Come on, come to bed,” Sergio tells him as he places a kiss behind his ear, tugs him backwards by the hem of his shirt until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he tugs on the hem of Mesut’s shirt, trying to get him to follow, but he turns around instead and Sergio bites his lip at the way Mesut’s looking at him, eyes dark and wide and his cheeks flushed and there’s a smile, just around the corner of his mouth, that he doesn’t understand.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here this morning,” Mesut says and Sergio quirks his lips as he tugs on his shirt, pulls him into the V between his legs.
“Your note almost made up for it,” he replies cheekily as he pulls him flush against his chest and Mesut chuckles, light and happy and Sergio smiles up at him as he rests his head against his chest.
He feels Mesut thread his fingers through his hair and he smiles, hums in contentment when Mesut presses a kiss to the top of his head. His smile widens when Mesut pushes him back against the bed onto his back and crawls up to straddle his waist.
“I’m guessing this would completely make up for it?” Mesut asks with a raised eyebrow and Sergio doesn’t say anything, just smiles, showing all his teeth, before Mesut leans down and presses his lips against his.
Sergio presses up into it, hands resting on Mesut’s hips, sighs against his mouth, follows it with a groan when Mesut presses his hips down against his, grinding slowly.
Mesut pulls away a fraction and smiles when he feels Sergio hardening underneath him.
He strips him quickly, the way Sergio looks at him telling him he’s tired of waiting and he wants him, he wants him now and Mesut’s alright with that, loves the way Sergio pants when he’s pulling off his pants, cupping him through his underwear, pulling it off slowly before his mouth hovers over his cock, teasing, lips trailing lightly over it, Sergio trying to buck his hips up against Mesut’s hands, pinning him to the bed.
Finally, he wraps his mouth around his cock and Sergio groans, loud and low and then pushes himself up on his elbows, looks at him through half lidded eyes. His tongue darts out to lap at his lower lip when Mesut smiles around his cock and Sergio can’t stop the way his hips buck up, the way he moans when he feels it hit the top of Mesut’s mouth.
Sergio knows everyone thinks Mesut is this innocent footballer from Germany, shy and nervous and not quite certain of things. The thought pops into his head, briefly, before he focuses on the way Mesut sounds, the way the room is filled with how he slurps and sucks, how he hums and swallows his cock, small choking sounds when Sergio pushes down too deep, his gag reflex kicking in. There’s nothing innocent about it and Sergio can’t believe he gets him, gets this part of him, all to himself.
He lets him know, too. He babbles whenever Mesut’s on his knees, telling him exactly how he likes it and how good he is, how beautiful he looks, down on his knees, lips stretched out around him, chin covered in saliva and precum, cheeks red.
Mesut looks up at him, smirks around the dick in his mouth, knows what Sergio is thinking and Sergio threads his hand through his hair, pushes himself deeper into his mouth, keeps him in place and the way Mesut lets him, the way he lets him fuck his mouth, the way he’s looking up and sucking on him and letting him, it does it for him.
His other hand flies and grips tight in Mesut’s hair as he pushes himself in and out, fucks his mouth and Mesut takes him, lets him and Sergio’s down deep before quickly pulling out, not leaving time for him to choke and then he’s cumming.
Sergio stills, pushed deep into Mesut’s mouth and his mouth hangs open as he tells him exactly how perfect it feels, how good he is and he feels him swallow, tongue working around his dick, mouth and throat pushing back as he lets it slide down his throat.
When he’s done, Mesut pulls off of him with a soft, wet pop and his dick jumps up against his cheek, trailing and leaving a wet smear of cum and saliva and he bites down on his lip and Mesut smiles under his eyelashes as he catches his breathe and Sergio pulls him up by his collar, crushes their mouths together.
He can taste himself on Mesut’s tongue, feels Mesut smile against his mouth, can feel how hard he is as he’s settled on his lap before he flips them over and maneuvers them to the middle of the bed, Mesut squirming under him, hips pushing up when he can and he’s sore and sensitive and hisses a little at the feeling.
He sits back on his knees, pushes a hand back through his hair and Mesut smiles at him from the bed, hazy and hot and Sergio sucks on his bottom lip at the sight before his hands fall to Mesut’s already undone pants and he pulls them the rest of the way off, discarding them over the edge of the bed on the pile that’s there already before he crawls back up and slides his hands up from Mesut’s hips to his armpits, pushing his shirt up, before tugging it over his head and tossing it over his head as Mesut tugs him down to kiss him.
Mesut’s hard between them and the way he’s pushing up against him has Sergio grinning as Mesut’s mouth slides off of his as he starts panting.
“Please Sergio,” and Sergio has really started liking the way it sounds when Mesut reaches this point: hot and hard and wanting and yet he can’t cum because he needs Sergio there with him, so his voice reaches this high note and Sergio’s only ever heard it in bed, when he looks like this. And he really fucking loves it.
He trails his mouth down his body, sloppy wet kisses before he pushes himself off and digs around in the bedside table drawer for the bottle of lube before settling himself back over Mesut and picking back up where he left off before pushing Mesut’s left foot up on the bed and squirting some of the lube on his fingers. His hand slips in the space between Mesut’s thighs, fingers slowly circling his hole as he mouths at his hips.
Mesut has his hands clutching at the comforter as Sergio keeps biting at his hips, sucking and licking and he didn’t know that they were that sensitive but fuck and then he’s got one finger slowly pushing in and out and it’s not enough, not fast enough, not hard enough, not enough and he just wants more, presses down against the digit, whines when Sergio keeps a firm grip on his hips, keeps him in place.
“Please Sergio,” and he knows he’s on the brink of begging, but he doesn’t care, not the way Sergio’s only now just teasing him with two fingers, the way he’s doing it so slowly and taking his time, sliding them in and out, in and out, slowly and steadily, fingers stretching now and again and Mesut sighs at the feeling.
“Patience,” is all Sergio tells him as he places a soft kiss on the warm and wet, very bruised skin stretched over his hips before biting at it and Mesut hisses at the oversensitive stimulation.
Sergio pulls away, a small smile on his lips and Mesut struggles to open his eyes to look at him as feels his fingers slip away and he chokes back a small sob at the back of his throat and Sergio runs his hands down his thighs, shushing him before he tells him to flip over.
“C’mon, just on your stomach,” Sergio tells him when he hesitates for a moment and he sighs at the way his cock gets some friction against the bed, can’t help himself from pushing his hips against it, moans when Sergio pins his hips down, tells him to stop.
“On your knees,” Sergio instructs him and Mesut presses his dick against the blankets once, twice before he makes it on his knees, head buried between his forearms and Sergio hums in contentment behind him and Mesut feels his hands on his ass before they’re pulling his cheeks apart and Mesut groans into the cradle of his arms and Sergio shushes him again.
“Patience,” he repeats and Mesut just wants him inside, now, and he pushes his ass back and Sergio just tuts before he slips his fingers back against his hole, sliding them in and out, though not enough to give Mesut what he wants and he teases before he slips in a third finger, Mesut moaning at the feel of being stretched farther apart and hears Sergio chuckle behind him.
Mesut jumps at the cool feeling of Sergio’s tongue at the tip of his crack before it slides down, pushes against his hole next to his fingers and he pushes back on it, lets out a string of moans and sighs, Sergio’s name mixed in among them, fingers clenched in his own hair.
Sergio pulls out his fingers before spreading his ass even more, pushing his tongue in as much as he can before dragging it back out, twirling around Mesut’s stretched out and wet hole. He drags the tip back up to the top of Mesut’s ass before bringing it back down, pushing it back in through the ring of muscle, once, twice, three times before he pulls back, wipes a hand across his wet chin as his other one goes to his dick, pulling on it a few times at the sight of Mesut on his knees, wet and open.
He shifts forward a bit, hand still on his dick, lines himself up against Mesut’s hole, teases him with the tip of his cock, chuckles slightly at the way Mesut pushes back against him, wraps his other hand around his hips before he pushes his head in through, just in before drawing it back out and Mesut growls against the bed sheets.
“Do you want it?” Sergio asks, pushing and pulling his dick out again as Mesut tries pushing back against him and Mesut just whines.
“Tell me,” Sergio tells him, fingers digging into his hips as he teases him further.
It comes out choked and needy, the words partially lost in the fabric under his head, but Sergio hears it. Hears the words tumbling quickly out of his mouth, “Oh fuck yes please, Sergio. Please give it to me,” and they’re barely out of his mouth before Sergio pushes all the way in in one hard, deep thrust and Mesut lets out a scream of pleasure as he pushes back, head pushing against the bed as his ass stretches out around Sergio’s dick.
“God Mesut,” is all Sergio can manage as he stills, pushed up against Mesut, before he eases out, slowly before setting a quick pace, pushing in hard and deep, almost out before slamming back in. He loves the way he can see Mesut’s ass taking all of him, sees how he fits so well inside.
Mesut’s writhing on the bed beneath him, pushing back against him, trying to get enough of anything so he can come and Sergio moves one of his hands from his hips to his hair, buries his fingers in the strands before he tugs back on them, pulls Mesut’s head back and leans down, presses a sloppy kiss against his ear.
“Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” Sergio whispers filthily into his ear and Mesut just moans something and Sergio tugs on his hair.
“Tell me.”
There’s a pause as Mesut breathes sharply in through his nose and Sergio fucks him deep and hard and he lets out a stream of, “God yes Sergio. Please, please make me cum,” and Sergio smiles as he lets go of his hair and pulls out, a sob like sound falling out of Mesut’s mouth at the lack of contact, suddenly feeling so empty and Sergio’s grin widens as he flips Mesut onto his back, chuckles at the sound of surprise he makes at the sudden move before he’s pushing his legs up against his chest and pushing himself back in.
Mesut looks at him straight in the eyes as he fucks him, locks his feet behind his head, tugs his head down and presses their mouths together, hot and wet and sliding against each other as Sergio pistons in and out before a hand slips between them, sweaty on Mesut’s precum covered cock.
It only takes a few firm strokes before Mesut’s coming all over his stomach and Sergio’s hand and the way he clenches around Sergio’s dick has Sergio picking up his speed, the sound of laboured breathing and skin slapping against skin the only sounds in the room before he starts to cum, going still against Mesut before he falls limply against him.
He pushes himself up after a few moments, pulls himself out gently before Mesut dances his hands up his arms, tugs him towards him and Sergio goes willingly, kissing his bruised and puffy lips as he lays half curled up against Mesut, half tucked up against the bed.
“You’re a mess,” Sergio says with his chuckle as he skims his hand over the mess across Mesut’s stomach, who just chuckles tiredly as Sergio reaches across and grabs a pair of pajama pants from under one of the pillows to wipe away at the cum clinging to the skin of Mesut’s stomach.
“Those were mine,” Mesut tells him, the joking whine only slight as he battles off a yawn.
“No,” Sergio says as he tucks himself closer next to Mesut, arm snaking around Mesut’s chest, “They’re mine. You haven’t worn your own pair of pajama pants since we started dating,” Sergio reminds him as he places a kiss against his jaw.
“And you love it that way,” Mesut reminds him, winding his fingers through his hair.
Sergio closes his eyes as he rubs his cheek over Mesut’s shoulder, “Only because I love you,” he agrees murmurs as he tightens his arm across his chest, breathing evening out as Mesut’s eyes go wide and he looks down.
“Because you what?” he asks, the hand he has around Sergio’s shoulder shaking him slightly.
It takes a moment before Sergio’s eyes slowly open and he bites his lip as he looks up at Mesut. There’s a hesitant smile there as he repeats, “I love you,” and the only thing Mesut can think to do is blink at him, mouth open slightly.
Sergio laughs as he pushes himself up, wraps his hand around the back of Mesut’s neck and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“That’s good news, silly,” he tells him, a nervous ting at the edge of his voice as he smiles against his face.
“No no, I...I know,” Mesut stumbles out before he clears his throat, licks at his lips, “I just...,” he shrugs before he pulls back a fraction and looks at him, “I just...I’ve been waiting for the right moment, and ugh,” he smiles, crooked and blushing and Sergio has never seen him like this. He looks happy, but there’s more to it than that.
“You were waiting for the perfect time?” he questions and Mesut just shrugs his shoulders, looks away.
“Yeah, I don’t know, I just....,” and he trails off and Sergio worries for a fraction of a second before he looks back up, his eyes sparkling and Sergio feels something tighten in his chest. “I love you, too,” and Sergio smiles as he pulls Mesut’s head down and presses their mouths together.
“I’m glad,” Sergio says as he slides back down against the bed, arm now firmly around Mesut’s waist, “Otherwise I’d have no nice car to fuck in,” he says cheekily and Mesut laughs around a yawn.
“If you stopped buying those ridiculous clothes, maybe you could afford it,” he quips back and looks down, smiles when he sees Sergio’s eyes closed, faced pressed against his shoulder.
“Happy birthday,” Mesut whispers against his hairline as Sergio’s breathing evens out and Mesut presses a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead, feels Sergio’s mouth curve into a sleepy smile against his shoulder and when he hears Sergio’s breathing slow down and even off as he drifts off to sleep, he slides out of bed to the bathroom to clean himself off before he grabs an extra blanket and crawls back into bed, moves in next to Sergio and drifts off to sleep.
Part VII