fic: euro 08
title: the gang: euro 08
rated: nc-17
pairing: sergio ramos/fernando torres, david villa/fernando torres, ruben de la red/fernando torres, cesc fabregas/fernando torres, pepe reina/fernando torres, iker casillas/fernando torres
Fucking Nando has become an art form for Sergio and he knows what Nando needs and he knows how to make Nando look good. That’s why Sergio goes first because everyone wants Nando or they hate him because they want him and Sergio can stoke both flames, turning Nando on his back and turning him into the hottest bitch this side of legal. He spreads Nando’s thighs open and pushing so everyone can enjoy the sight of Nando’s pink little cock thumping wet on his smooth belly. It’s easy as stretching, pulling one of those long legs over his shoulder, folding the other and fucking from the waist down, deep rolling thrusts that make Nando’s voice soften, makes his face flush, makes the dirty refrain of fuckmefuckmefuckme sound so small in his mouth.
It’s the spectacle deserving of a shy god, worship for the one who loves the praise but never wants to be seen. They watch Sergio pull his still dripping cock from Nando’s hole, trailing white behind him, and hold their breath wondering what they have to do, emboldening themselves to be next, to take next, and finding out who has enough in the to go after what they truly want.
That’s why it’s Villa next because he’s not afraid to step forward and make it happen. Villa, who thinks the kid is less a stud and more a thing to be taken, had pushed his cock between Nando’s thighs after that goal and got hard off the energy coursing through them and decided the moment would be repeated. Villa pushes back there now, slides forward and finds the tight muscle a little used and he can't lie, he likes it just that way, just this side of soft, just that side of wet, bordering on the pinkest, well used pussy. He pushes Nando to his side, pulls his hair back and sinks his teeth into that white neck.
Fernando’s legs curl up into his chest, hunching until he’s curved and Villa climbs behind him and fucks him hard. Nando shakes his head like he can’t believe it, like he can’t believe his body is being used in just this way. He can’t keep up the pace like this and shakes until Villa takes him over. Villa comes on Nando’s ass, one, two three spurts, and smoothes it into his skin slowly while someone, giggles nervously, jealously, and he grins thinking of his teammates.
His eyes strike into the ring of men and pins two of them to the floor. “You’re next,” he growls then laughs when they nod, drunk on the night, drunk on the way Nando's breathing, burying his face between the pillows and Sergio’s thigh.
Someone calls for de la Red and of course he steps up. He always does. Handsome and dark and dirty as the night, he tips Nando up to his knees, smacking Nando’s ass once when his arms tremble. The shiver of his flesh, the pinking handprint entices him. He leans across Nando's back, mouth against his ear and starts whispering, quiet, steady, and Nando's faces relaxes. His hips begin to rock back into Ruben’s easy thrusts. The lengths of their bodies are comparable. Legs, the breadth of their shoulders, the cant of their hips so similar it’s like watching Fernando being overcome by himself, darker, stronger, like a brother, and when Xabi realizes this, he spills over his fist.
Nando’s ass spreads open by Ruben’s palms, licking his lips when a creamy drop runs over his fingers. He follows it with his tongue, runs it over ever fold and then inside, sucking on Nando’s hole until he begs, until his arms give out and he's resting on his chest, head tilted, mouth open, moaning, coming a second time, the wet patter near soundless on the hotel sheets with the pants, the cheers from outside, the encouraging whispers in the bedroom.
Ruben’s fisted his cock the entire time, and when he's close, throbbing, a pearl of come teasing in and out of his slit, he pushes up to his knees and slips his cock inside Nando, thrusts once, twice, hard and fast and then he's pulling just outside, spreading that lush ass so everyone can see him pulse, see Nando’s asshole stretch and cling and suck in his hot come.
"You’re good," Villa laughs, running a hand down Ruben’s thighs then Nando's back
"Mm," Nando mumbles, lips folding up line of Sergio’s hips to his lap. His mouth soft velvet around Sergio’s twitching cock.
Sergio runs his fingers through golden hair, tugging Nando a little closer, hissing when the head rushes the roof of Nando’s mouth. He feels his cock harden and whispers, "I can never get enough of you.”
“Wait!”
Two-dozen hungry eyes swing over and Cesc’s breath catches in his throat. “I want to,” he says. He repeats his words, voice stronger the second time. His open jeans slide from his hips easily and he scrambles onto the bed.
“Can he even fuck?” Someone jeers and Nando's hands rise to cup Cesc’s cheeks, nods, and Cesc fingers fit inside him, curling, pressing just right so Nando quakes beneath him, legs falling open. Someone laughs, another raucous, sneering as Cesc presses his mouth to Nando and their tongues spindle round and around. They pull apart and their breath hangs between the, viscous, filaments between them.
Cesc’s dick twitches between their bellies as he shifts down, coming up between Nando's thighs, and he knows he’s on edge, has to do this now. He goes to his knees, hand gripping his cock, steadies himself, and then cries out with fingers invade him.
“That’s what you really want, yeah?” Iker says.
Cesc shakes his head, says, “Stop,” when a second finger is added. He presses forward, the head of his dick trailing new lines up Nando's inner thigh, under his sac, when a heavy hand lands on his neck. He looks up, startled, and Pepe winks at him before hauling him up. His mouth is taken, there’s no other word for it, air sucked out of him, Iker’s fingers fucking into him. Wanting to be given space but never wanting them to stop touching him, smothering him, making him feel like this, fuck exactly like this. He shakes and shakes, coming.
Nando's gazes on with weighted lids, fingers sliding between the warmth spread over his ass and brings it to his lips. Cesc blushes, panting, against Pepe’s chest, mortified because there’s still laughter, breathier, more dangerous, Iker’s fingers sliding free from him. He closes his eyes.
“You want me to fuck him for you, Cescito?” Pepe nips at his neck until he cries out yes, yes please. His hand is wrapped around Pepe’s cock. “Take me there.”
Pepe’s hard and strong everywhere, everywhere, and Cesc’s presses the head of Pepe’s cock against Nando's hole, whimpers as the length slides through his fingers and inside. Deep inside, so deep Nando's back arches and his mouth opens and he sighs, “yes,” like home is opening up inside him. Then Pepe starts to fuck him. Pepe flips Nando over and hooks one leg over his elbow, the other his shoulder. The next thrust is so hard Nando feels his spine pop. The next rattles his lungs. The third is so much harder than that, so much deeper he didn’t know it could feel like this, he has to get away.
Nando's fingers curl up, searching for something, anything. He grabs at Sergio and tries, weak armed, fucked out, to pull himself up, but Xabi grabs his shoulders and holds him down. “Take it,” he says, unkind, unsmiling, so intense. He shakes his head, opens his mouth to protest, and his head is jerked back, Albiol sliding into his mouth on Iker and David’s beckoning. His body is clenched, worn, quaking for air, and when he’s freed, Xabi, stout and hard, is fucking down his throat.
The way Nando's body cranks tight, the way he falls over, giving in to it, no escape, only more, and the fear gives way to a lassitude. He’s held down and taken, hands on him, fingers pinching the fleshy parts of his body, his hips, his ass, his swollen nipples, pressing against the bulge in his throat, and Pepe feels it from the inside out, comes, staring into Nando's wide eyes. He pulls Nando up to him and kisses his lips softly, laughing softly when Sergio finds a way to insinuate himself into their kiss, cock heavy against his thigh. Pepe wraps an arm around him and squeezes.
Ruben slicks a finger into Nando’s ass and pulls out, reaching across to press a finger against Iker’s mouth.
"Try him now," Villa warns. "Before Sergio breaks him."
Three fingers stretching wide and Ruben pulls them free, the long length of them spread in approximation. "Sergio?"
Sergio pulls away with a thoughtful frown. He glances over his shoulder into Iker’s dark eyes, smiles at what he finds there. "That’s about right for Iker."
Iker’s cock is just as long as Sergio’s, thickness similar but he doesn't share the tapered grace of Sergio, blunt the entire way around. He knees across the bed to take Ruben’s place, three fingers testing, teasing, and then loving the freshly fucked silk around his fingers. He pushes Nando’s legs forward until they're tucked beneath his body, until his ass rises and his body slopes forward, bending up at his shoulders as he sucks Sergio’s dick, slow, a fucked out lassitude making his pink lips soft, the skin around his lips wet with spit and salty come.
And then Iker’s sliding in hungry for the golden boy. He doesn't heed Nando’s startled choke or Sergio’s glimmering eyes. He's just inside fucking before Nando can make him out, withdrawing and then back for another hard thrust and Nando can do nothing except stretch for him, scoot his knees together and moan when Iker hits his spot, jabbing, devastating precision and he's hard again, he's whining, protesting because he shouldn't be, he can't be.
He doesn’t know it's the attention. The praise they rub into his body with their come, the pride and the admiration and the lust for him. Those are the things he feeds on, that make his cheeks flush, the color bleeding to his chest, his back where Ruben sucks kisses. It make his hole pink and swollen and tight and it's all Iker can bear to look at, his thick cock beating triumph into Nando’s insides. It makes his cock twitch and shiver and drool all over Villa's fingers from his touch, one second cruel, the next teasing the sting from a too hard squeeze to the head, the dirty words he whispers into Nando’s ears, our perfect little scorer, or golden boy, our pride, our filthy little slut, let me fuck you again Nando, let us fill you up, thankyoucheeryoulooksogoodonhiscock, with come on your pretty face, can I come there? It makes Nando shiver and shake, nodding please, do it, anything, touch me anywhere, on Sergio’s cock, tears on his cheeks, throat protesting Sergio but he rears back, firm on Iker, and drops down a second time.
And when Iker comes with a roar, Nando comes grinding, wanton and hot all over Sergio’s leg.
Sergio grins. "My turn,” and they start all over again.
:: 1887
rated: nc-17
pairing: sergio ramos/fernando torres, david villa/fernando torres, ruben de la red/fernando torres, cesc fabregas/fernando torres, pepe reina/fernando torres, iker casillas/fernando torres
Fucking Nando has become an art form for Sergio and he knows what Nando needs and he knows how to make Nando look good. That’s why Sergio goes first because everyone wants Nando or they hate him because they want him and Sergio can stoke both flames, turning Nando on his back and turning him into the hottest bitch this side of legal. He spreads Nando’s thighs open and pushing so everyone can enjoy the sight of Nando’s pink little cock thumping wet on his smooth belly. It’s easy as stretching, pulling one of those long legs over his shoulder, folding the other and fucking from the waist down, deep rolling thrusts that make Nando’s voice soften, makes his face flush, makes the dirty refrain of fuckmefuckmefuckme sound so small in his mouth.
It’s the spectacle deserving of a shy god, worship for the one who loves the praise but never wants to be seen. They watch Sergio pull his still dripping cock from Nando’s hole, trailing white behind him, and hold their breath wondering what they have to do, emboldening themselves to be next, to take next, and finding out who has enough in the to go after what they truly want.
That’s why it’s Villa next because he’s not afraid to step forward and make it happen. Villa, who thinks the kid is less a stud and more a thing to be taken, had pushed his cock between Nando’s thighs after that goal and got hard off the energy coursing through them and decided the moment would be repeated. Villa pushes back there now, slides forward and finds the tight muscle a little used and he can't lie, he likes it just that way, just this side of soft, just that side of wet, bordering on the pinkest, well used pussy. He pushes Nando to his side, pulls his hair back and sinks his teeth into that white neck.
Fernando’s legs curl up into his chest, hunching until he’s curved and Villa climbs behind him and fucks him hard. Nando shakes his head like he can’t believe it, like he can’t believe his body is being used in just this way. He can’t keep up the pace like this and shakes until Villa takes him over. Villa comes on Nando’s ass, one, two three spurts, and smoothes it into his skin slowly while someone, giggles nervously, jealously, and he grins thinking of his teammates.
His eyes strike into the ring of men and pins two of them to the floor. “You’re next,” he growls then laughs when they nod, drunk on the night, drunk on the way Nando's breathing, burying his face between the pillows and Sergio’s thigh.
Someone calls for de la Red and of course he steps up. He always does. Handsome and dark and dirty as the night, he tips Nando up to his knees, smacking Nando’s ass once when his arms tremble. The shiver of his flesh, the pinking handprint entices him. He leans across Nando's back, mouth against his ear and starts whispering, quiet, steady, and Nando's faces relaxes. His hips begin to rock back into Ruben’s easy thrusts. The lengths of their bodies are comparable. Legs, the breadth of their shoulders, the cant of their hips so similar it’s like watching Fernando being overcome by himself, darker, stronger, like a brother, and when Xabi realizes this, he spills over his fist.
Nando’s ass spreads open by Ruben’s palms, licking his lips when a creamy drop runs over his fingers. He follows it with his tongue, runs it over ever fold and then inside, sucking on Nando’s hole until he begs, until his arms give out and he's resting on his chest, head tilted, mouth open, moaning, coming a second time, the wet patter near soundless on the hotel sheets with the pants, the cheers from outside, the encouraging whispers in the bedroom.
Ruben’s fisted his cock the entire time, and when he's close, throbbing, a pearl of come teasing in and out of his slit, he pushes up to his knees and slips his cock inside Nando, thrusts once, twice, hard and fast and then he's pulling just outside, spreading that lush ass so everyone can see him pulse, see Nando’s asshole stretch and cling and suck in his hot come.
"You’re good," Villa laughs, running a hand down Ruben’s thighs then Nando's back
"Mm," Nando mumbles, lips folding up line of Sergio’s hips to his lap. His mouth soft velvet around Sergio’s twitching cock.
Sergio runs his fingers through golden hair, tugging Nando a little closer, hissing when the head rushes the roof of Nando’s mouth. He feels his cock harden and whispers, "I can never get enough of you.”
“Wait!”
Two-dozen hungry eyes swing over and Cesc’s breath catches in his throat. “I want to,” he says. He repeats his words, voice stronger the second time. His open jeans slide from his hips easily and he scrambles onto the bed.
“Can he even fuck?” Someone jeers and Nando's hands rise to cup Cesc’s cheeks, nods, and Cesc fingers fit inside him, curling, pressing just right so Nando quakes beneath him, legs falling open. Someone laughs, another raucous, sneering as Cesc presses his mouth to Nando and their tongues spindle round and around. They pull apart and their breath hangs between the, viscous, filaments between them.
Cesc’s dick twitches between their bellies as he shifts down, coming up between Nando's thighs, and he knows he’s on edge, has to do this now. He goes to his knees, hand gripping his cock, steadies himself, and then cries out with fingers invade him.
“That’s what you really want, yeah?” Iker says.
Cesc shakes his head, says, “Stop,” when a second finger is added. He presses forward, the head of his dick trailing new lines up Nando's inner thigh, under his sac, when a heavy hand lands on his neck. He looks up, startled, and Pepe winks at him before hauling him up. His mouth is taken, there’s no other word for it, air sucked out of him, Iker’s fingers fucking into him. Wanting to be given space but never wanting them to stop touching him, smothering him, making him feel like this, fuck exactly like this. He shakes and shakes, coming.
Nando's gazes on with weighted lids, fingers sliding between the warmth spread over his ass and brings it to his lips. Cesc blushes, panting, against Pepe’s chest, mortified because there’s still laughter, breathier, more dangerous, Iker’s fingers sliding free from him. He closes his eyes.
“You want me to fuck him for you, Cescito?” Pepe nips at his neck until he cries out yes, yes please. His hand is wrapped around Pepe’s cock. “Take me there.”
Pepe’s hard and strong everywhere, everywhere, and Cesc’s presses the head of Pepe’s cock against Nando's hole, whimpers as the length slides through his fingers and inside. Deep inside, so deep Nando's back arches and his mouth opens and he sighs, “yes,” like home is opening up inside him. Then Pepe starts to fuck him. Pepe flips Nando over and hooks one leg over his elbow, the other his shoulder. The next thrust is so hard Nando feels his spine pop. The next rattles his lungs. The third is so much harder than that, so much deeper he didn’t know it could feel like this, he has to get away.
Nando's fingers curl up, searching for something, anything. He grabs at Sergio and tries, weak armed, fucked out, to pull himself up, but Xabi grabs his shoulders and holds him down. “Take it,” he says, unkind, unsmiling, so intense. He shakes his head, opens his mouth to protest, and his head is jerked back, Albiol sliding into his mouth on Iker and David’s beckoning. His body is clenched, worn, quaking for air, and when he’s freed, Xabi, stout and hard, is fucking down his throat.
The way Nando's body cranks tight, the way he falls over, giving in to it, no escape, only more, and the fear gives way to a lassitude. He’s held down and taken, hands on him, fingers pinching the fleshy parts of his body, his hips, his ass, his swollen nipples, pressing against the bulge in his throat, and Pepe feels it from the inside out, comes, staring into Nando's wide eyes. He pulls Nando up to him and kisses his lips softly, laughing softly when Sergio finds a way to insinuate himself into their kiss, cock heavy against his thigh. Pepe wraps an arm around him and squeezes.
Ruben slicks a finger into Nando’s ass and pulls out, reaching across to press a finger against Iker’s mouth.
"Try him now," Villa warns. "Before Sergio breaks him."
Three fingers stretching wide and Ruben pulls them free, the long length of them spread in approximation. "Sergio?"
Sergio pulls away with a thoughtful frown. He glances over his shoulder into Iker’s dark eyes, smiles at what he finds there. "That’s about right for Iker."
Iker’s cock is just as long as Sergio’s, thickness similar but he doesn't share the tapered grace of Sergio, blunt the entire way around. He knees across the bed to take Ruben’s place, three fingers testing, teasing, and then loving the freshly fucked silk around his fingers. He pushes Nando’s legs forward until they're tucked beneath his body, until his ass rises and his body slopes forward, bending up at his shoulders as he sucks Sergio’s dick, slow, a fucked out lassitude making his pink lips soft, the skin around his lips wet with spit and salty come.
And then Iker’s sliding in hungry for the golden boy. He doesn't heed Nando’s startled choke or Sergio’s glimmering eyes. He's just inside fucking before Nando can make him out, withdrawing and then back for another hard thrust and Nando can do nothing except stretch for him, scoot his knees together and moan when Iker hits his spot, jabbing, devastating precision and he's hard again, he's whining, protesting because he shouldn't be, he can't be.
He doesn’t know it's the attention. The praise they rub into his body with their come, the pride and the admiration and the lust for him. Those are the things he feeds on, that make his cheeks flush, the color bleeding to his chest, his back where Ruben sucks kisses. It make his hole pink and swollen and tight and it's all Iker can bear to look at, his thick cock beating triumph into Nando’s insides. It makes his cock twitch and shiver and drool all over Villa's fingers from his touch, one second cruel, the next teasing the sting from a too hard squeeze to the head, the dirty words he whispers into Nando’s ears, our perfect little scorer, or golden boy, our pride, our filthy little slut, let me fuck you again Nando, let us fill you up, thankyoucheeryoulooksogoodonhiscock, with come on your pretty face, can I come there? It makes Nando shiver and shake, nodding please, do it, anything, touch me anywhere, on Sergio’s cock, tears on his cheeks, throat protesting Sergio but he rears back, firm on Iker, and drops down a second time.
And when Iker comes with a roar, Nando comes grinding, wanton and hot all over Sergio’s leg.
Sergio grins. "My turn,” and they start all over again.
:: 1887