Experimentation 2/? - Dando
Experimentation 2/?
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Daniel Agger
Raiting: NC17
Warnings: sex. also handcuffs.
Summary: Nando applies what he's learned
A/N: continuation of my first series (that just happens to be crackporn. O.o")
ALSO: if anyone knows how to keep my fics from going all white in the middle, I'd really appreciate knowing
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“Welcome home, babe.” Daniel swept Fernando into his arms and kissed him soundly. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too!” Nando said a little breathlessly. “But I brought you back a present!”
The excited Spaniard bent to rummage through his bag and Dan took the opportunity to rub up against the pert ass he’d been missing terribly over the last few days. Nando grinned over his shoulder and pushed back into the touch. Dan’s hands were wandering the expanse of his back when he finally found what he was looking for. The blonde striker straightened up with a mischievous smile and a pair of handcuffs dangling from one finger.
“Oh god.” Dan groaned, pushing Fernando up against the wall. “I love when you go away for international duty.” Nando’s brow creased but the pout disappeared when Dan added, “You always come home with such clever ideas.” Punctuating each word with a kiss, Dan got the Spaniard to surrender the cuffs.
He fastened his mouth to the striker’s neck and started walking him backwards towards the bedroom.
“Te extrane... extrane esto...*" Nando murmured against Dan’s hair.
The defender grinned against his neck and Nando could feel the sharp points of his teeth as he chuckled, “You haven’t been gone that long, don’t tell me your English’s gone already.”
“Callete La Boca.*” The blonde laughed and Daniel gave him a light shove into their bedroom in retaliation.
“Now, get into bed.” Dan ordered.
Nando raised an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips.
“Move it Torres!” The Dane barked.
Nando jumped a little then grinned as he scrambled on to the bed.
“On your back, hands on the head board.” The Spaniard quickly obeyed. “And wipe that smirk off your face.” Nando deadpanned, biting his lower lip to keep from smiling.
Dan stalked towards the bed, spinning the handcuffs off one finger. The Dane circled the bed and licked his lips at the long body laid out before him before climbing up, and roughly, chaining Nando’s hands to the metal headboard. The striker pulled at his restraints experimentally and smirked again.
“I love it when you get all demanding.”
“It looks like you need something else to occupy your mouth with, if you insist on smirking and speaking so much.”
The blonde grinned and wiggled his tongue in a lewd manner at Daniel who was undressing. After kicking his clothes off the bed the defender crawled up Nando’s body and lined his hard cock up with the Spaniard’s open mouth.
“Så godt*” Dan moaned, pushing himself deep into the striker’s throat.
Nando hummed happily around the solid length and Dan moaned again. Daniel pulled back and Fernando strained against his bonds to hold the Dane captive as long as possible and grinned wickedly at the loud *pop* when Dan did get away.
Dan snaked down the prone Spaniard’s body to push up his shirt and latch onto a dusky nipple. Nando purred and writhed beneath the attention, his pants, which had been uncomfortable for a while, became unbearably tight.
“Danny,” He whimpered, wiggling his denim clad hips. “Please.”
“Did you want something?” Dan smirked, resting his chin on Nando’s chest.
“Danny!”
The blonde’s hair was dishevelled, his shirt was rucked up around his armpits and now he was using his sinful bottom lip to pout at the defender, of course Dan was going to do what he wanted. Dan unbuttoned the offending garment, laughing when he realized there was nothing underneath, and pulled it off; leaving the striker clad in his rumpled t-shirt and a pair of socks.
The Dane spat into his palm and stroked his own cock. Fernando spread his legs as wide as he could, pulling at the cuffs in an attempt to bring the defender to him; but he didn’t have time to pout because then Dan was there pushing into him. Nando bit his lip at the burn of entry and Dan kissed all over his face as he eased inside.
“Mmm… tight…” Dan murmured against the Spaniard’s cheek. “So tight…”
Nando’s legs wrapped tight around the Dane as Dan started to set a gruelling pace. Every muscle in Fernando’s body was straining to take the pounding Dan was giving him, to take and to push back on it. The defender’s lips were at his throat and he was whispering endearments that were a sharp contrast to the harsh pace of his hips. Then Nando’s arms were around his neck, pulling Dan closer and helping him ride out the storm of the Dane’s passion. The Spaniard’s cock was trapped between their heaving bodies and the friction was just enough to send him toppling over the edge, tightening around Dan and pushing the defender to follow him.
Dan collapsed on top of Fernando, ignoring the sticky wetness, and Nando stroked his back and enjoyed the warm body covering his own.
“Wait a minute,” Dan panted when he could think again. “How did you get free?”
“Safety release.” Nando grinned.
“Why didn’t you do that earlier?”
“I was having too much fun.” Nando kissed the top of Dan’s head. “Weren’t you having fun?”
“Oh yeah.” Dan sighed happily, drifting off to sleep.
“Good.” The striker whispered, cuddling the Dane closer too his chest.
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Then next day Cesc was awakened by a text, the fuck does Nando want? He grumbled to himself, flipping his phone open.
Handcuffs.
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Nando grinned when less than a minute after he texted the Gunner, his phone started vibrating.
“Handcuffs?!” Cesc shrieked as soon as Nando answered the phone.
“Oh dios mio, yes.” Nando grinned.
*I missed you, missed this
*shut up
*so good
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Daniel Agger
Raiting: NC17
Warnings: sex. also handcuffs.
Summary: Nando applies what he's learned
A/N: continuation of my first series (that just happens to be crackporn. O.o")
ALSO: if anyone knows how to keep my fics from going all white in the middle, I'd really appreciate knowing
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
“Welcome home, babe.” Daniel swept Fernando into his arms and kissed him soundly. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too!” Nando said a little breathlessly. “But I brought you back a present!”
The excited Spaniard bent to rummage through his bag and Dan took the opportunity to rub up against the pert ass he’d been missing terribly over the last few days. Nando grinned over his shoulder and pushed back into the touch. Dan’s hands were wandering the expanse of his back when he finally found what he was looking for. The blonde striker straightened up with a mischievous smile and a pair of handcuffs dangling from one finger.
“Oh god.” Dan groaned, pushing Fernando up against the wall. “I love when you go away for international duty.” Nando’s brow creased but the pout disappeared when Dan added, “You always come home with such clever ideas.” Punctuating each word with a kiss, Dan got the Spaniard to surrender the cuffs.
He fastened his mouth to the striker’s neck and started walking him backwards towards the bedroom.
“Te extrane... extrane esto...*" Nando murmured against Dan’s hair.
The defender grinned against his neck and Nando could feel the sharp points of his teeth as he chuckled, “You haven’t been gone that long, don’t tell me your English’s gone already.”
“Callete La Boca.*” The blonde laughed and Daniel gave him a light shove into their bedroom in retaliation.
“Now, get into bed.” Dan ordered.
Nando raised an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips.
“Move it Torres!” The Dane barked.
Nando jumped a little then grinned as he scrambled on to the bed.
“On your back, hands on the head board.” The Spaniard quickly obeyed. “And wipe that smirk off your face.” Nando deadpanned, biting his lower lip to keep from smiling.
Dan stalked towards the bed, spinning the handcuffs off one finger. The Dane circled the bed and licked his lips at the long body laid out before him before climbing up, and roughly, chaining Nando’s hands to the metal headboard. The striker pulled at his restraints experimentally and smirked again.
“I love it when you get all demanding.”
“It looks like you need something else to occupy your mouth with, if you insist on smirking and speaking so much.”
The blonde grinned and wiggled his tongue in a lewd manner at Daniel who was undressing. After kicking his clothes off the bed the defender crawled up Nando’s body and lined his hard cock up with the Spaniard’s open mouth.
“Så godt*” Dan moaned, pushing himself deep into the striker’s throat.
Nando hummed happily around the solid length and Dan moaned again. Daniel pulled back and Fernando strained against his bonds to hold the Dane captive as long as possible and grinned wickedly at the loud *pop* when Dan did get away.
Dan snaked down the prone Spaniard’s body to push up his shirt and latch onto a dusky nipple. Nando purred and writhed beneath the attention, his pants, which had been uncomfortable for a while, became unbearably tight.
“Danny,” He whimpered, wiggling his denim clad hips. “Please.”
“Did you want something?” Dan smirked, resting his chin on Nando’s chest.
“Danny!”
The blonde’s hair was dishevelled, his shirt was rucked up around his armpits and now he was using his sinful bottom lip to pout at the defender, of course Dan was going to do what he wanted. Dan unbuttoned the offending garment, laughing when he realized there was nothing underneath, and pulled it off; leaving the striker clad in his rumpled t-shirt and a pair of socks.
The Dane spat into his palm and stroked his own cock. Fernando spread his legs as wide as he could, pulling at the cuffs in an attempt to bring the defender to him; but he didn’t have time to pout because then Dan was there pushing into him. Nando bit his lip at the burn of entry and Dan kissed all over his face as he eased inside.
“Mmm… tight…” Dan murmured against the Spaniard’s cheek. “So tight…”
Nando’s legs wrapped tight around the Dane as Dan started to set a gruelling pace. Every muscle in Fernando’s body was straining to take the pounding Dan was giving him, to take and to push back on it. The defender’s lips were at his throat and he was whispering endearments that were a sharp contrast to the harsh pace of his hips. Then Nando’s arms were around his neck, pulling Dan closer and helping him ride out the storm of the Dane’s passion. The Spaniard’s cock was trapped between their heaving bodies and the friction was just enough to send him toppling over the edge, tightening around Dan and pushing the defender to follow him.
Dan collapsed on top of Fernando, ignoring the sticky wetness, and Nando stroked his back and enjoyed the warm body covering his own.
“Wait a minute,” Dan panted when he could think again. “How did you get free?”
“Safety release.” Nando grinned.
“Why didn’t you do that earlier?”
“I was having too much fun.” Nando kissed the top of Dan’s head. “Weren’t you having fun?”
“Oh yeah.” Dan sighed happily, drifting off to sleep.
“Good.” The striker whispered, cuddling the Dane closer too his chest.
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Then next day Cesc was awakened by a text, the fuck does Nando want? He grumbled to himself, flipping his phone open.
Handcuffs.
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Nando grinned when less than a minute after he texted the Gunner, his phone started vibrating.
“Handcuffs?!” Cesc shrieked as soon as Nando answered the phone.
“Oh dios mio, yes.” Nando grinned.
*I missed you, missed this
*shut up
*so good