Ficlet: Xavi/Iker Casillas, R
Title: My Prize
Pairing: Xavi/Iker Casillas
Rating: R
Warnings: no
Word Count: 277
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: PWP. Whose prize is it, anyway?
“You saved my goal,” Xavi said petulantly, suppressing the urge to lean into Iker’s touch. Iker’s hands did feel so good… they always have.
Iker looked up, surprised. Xavi sounded… well, he hasn’t heard him like that in a very long time. It reminded him of their youth, when…
“You saved my goal,” Xavi said again, pointedly, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to understand.
Iker smiled slowly, smirking at Xavi.
“Yes I have,” he said defiantly, trailing slow kisses on Xavi’s abdomen, “I have.”
“And so…” Xavi said breathlessly, clutching the sheets. Iker got it. He knew he did. The thought made him hard.
“And so…” Iker palmed Xavi’s erection.
“I deserve a prize,” Xavi moaned, arching to meet Iker’s teasing touches.
“No, I think it means,” Iker pulled Xavi’s trousers down, freeing his cock. The sight made him lick his lips, “I think it means I deserve a prize.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
“What do you want then?” It was hard to pretend when all he could think about was Iker’s mouth, inches away from his cock. Iker knew it, of course, he always knew - Xavi was sure he was enjoying torturing him immensely.
“You know what I want,” Iker breathed, so close now that his breath on Xavi’s hard cock made Xavi shiver with anticipation.
“You always want the same,” Xavi teased, pushing closer, moaning when Iker’s tongue touched the head of his cock for a brief second.
“You,” Iker sighed, taking Xavi’s cock into his mouth and sucking it slowly.
“You’re so - yes, like that! - so predictable!”
Iker didn’t bother answering, just sucked harder.
“I kind of like it,” Xavi conceded.