Fic: José Mourinho/Cristiano Ronaldo/Xabi Alonso, NC-17
Title: The Perfect Union
Pairing: José Mourinho/Cristiano Ronaldo/Xabi Alonso
Rating: NC-17 (and then some)
Warnings: double penetration. Consider yourselves duly warned.
Word Count: 862
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: PWP if there ever was one. Cristiano and his lovers.
Notes: Written for the prompt "Double Penetration" on commentporn.
Oh, God, he wasn't sure why he agreed to this… He wasn't sure he could take it at all - he was already so on edge, so insanely turned on, he didn't think he could…
"Don't move," José's voice, so hot and tender in his ear, but he knew it for what it really was, an order he couldn't ignore - and so he struggled to calm his body and obey.
"I like the way he looks like that," Xabi said calmly, and Cristiano wondered - not for the first time, how could he always, always be so composed, so calm, no matter how heated things got between them, no matter how hard Cristiano was trying to make him lose control.
"He's always so responsive," José replied, "so… eager." And for a moment, they both just stood there, looking at Cristiano, taking in the sight of him spread on the bed, his hands tied to the bedposts, his legs spread wide, his erection hard against his stomach. Cristiano had to close his eyes - they were both, each of them, more than he could handle, but to have them both here, both his lovers, looking at him like this, teasing him with their hands and lips and promises of things to come…
He wasn't sure he could take it. Not when merely seeing them looking at him like that made his cock throb and his hips buck.
"Open your eyes," Xabi said, "we want you to see it." Easy for him to say. Easy for him to say, he wasn't the one tied to the bed, he wasn't the one who's just been licked and caressed and pinched by two pairs of expert hands and ordered to stay still, damn it, he wasn't the one who had to watch passively as his two lovers exchanged knowing glances and heated looks and leaned to kiss each other, hotly, right over his body. He wasn't the one… No, he was the one who's just nearly sent him over the edge by making Cristiano watch while he dropped to his knees gracefully and took José's cock into his mouth, making it nearly impossible for Cristiano not to thrash wildly on the bed, not to struggle against his restrains, because the way his two lovers looked together… The way José looked when Xabi's lips wrapped around his cock and the way Xabi sucked so eagerly… He could barely decide which of them he was more jealous of, which of them he wanted to be at that moment.
"He is," Xabi whispered, leaning to caress Cristiano's thigh, "he is always so eager…" Xabi's hand was running slowly over his cock now, making Cristiano gasp, moving downwards, pressing one finger, then two into his arse, his arse, slicked with lube and Xabi's own tongue, pushing into him - and he'd thrust so hard against Xabi's fingers, so desperately, if it weren't for José's hands, holding him down firmly, making him think he'll never get what he wants…
He wasn't even sure if he realised when two fingers turned into four, when José's fingers joined Xabi's in stretching him, making him feel so full and yet aching for more, more… until someone - was it possible his lovers were speaking in one voice now, leaning between his spread thighs and acting so perfectly in sync he could barely make out which one was doing what to him? - whispered "are you ready?" and another voice added "for us?" and he was being stretched beyond anything he ever thought possible, forced to accommodate both his lovers, two hard cocks pushing into him, making him ache and want them to stop and push harder at once, two voices moaning in pleasure over him, two pairs of hands grasping his thighs to pull them wider apart, to make him open enough for both of them, to force him to make place for both of them, while they finally fully sank into him, making him hiss, moan and curse and - he never thought that was possible - beg for more. Because he wanted more - he wanted them to move, move together, move in him, thrust into him hard, make him feel them, make him fully feel them in him, so hard and big and hard and demanding and so perfect for him, he could barely keep from coming when they finally took pity on him and moved together, so perfectly together, splitting him open, making him feel so full, so loved, so unbearably perfectly suited for them…
His two lovers. Teasing him, caressing his sweaty skin, whispering to him how wonderful and hot and perfect he was as they fucked him harder and harder, faster and faster, until he came so hard into their hands, against their stomachs, and he could only hope - wish, pray - that it was not over, that it was too real and perfect to be over, to be ever, ever over. Only now, resting his exhausted, aching body, finally freed from his restrains, feeling Xabi's hand caressing his skin slowly as José held him tighter and he drifted to sleep he realised how much he needed them, needed both of them, in him and in his life…