Fic: Draw My Heart (and more)
Title: Draw My Heart (and more) - Chapter 4, Part 1
Pairing: David Villa/Lionel Messi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 674
Disclaimer: Nothing written here is true at all.
Summary: A drabble to continue 'Draw My Heart', which was originally written as a series of drabbles for a prompt a footballkink2. This is a college/university AU where Leo studies art, and David is his law-student roommate.
David is in bed, intent on reading through a paper, when Leo slides a hand down the front of his pyjama bottoms. The Asturian looks up, bites his lip, says, "Leo, sorry, I'm really tired tonight..."
Leo gives him a slight pout. David sighs in apology, but Leo continues touching him and there's definitely one part of him that isn't too tired to be uninterested in Leo's attentions.
"Baby," David says, reaching for Leo's wrist. His voice is a little strained. Leo smiles as he removes his hand; David's already half-hard.
"See, you're not that tired."
David shakes his head, and Leo touches his other hand to David's lips. "Shh," Leo tells him. "Just...go on with your reading. I'll do all the hard work."
David's lashes are dark and lush against his cheeks when he blinks. He breathes out as he looks up at Leo, irises light and clear in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He smiles. "Well, I can't promise I won't fall asleep."
"It's ok," Leo whispers, pressing kisses over David's face and neck, recalling the way David peppered his skin with kisses, the way David would wake him up with it. "I don't need you awake."
The Spaniard laughs, says, "What have I done to you, Leo?"
Leo gives him a look. "Don't flatter yourself."
"So you're saying you were always like this?" David murmurs, skimming his fingertips gently up and down the sides of Leo's waist. The lightness of the touch sends thrills all across Leo's skin, thrills at the way David treats him - like something precious, something almost to be worshipped. He feels the same way about David, and he could show it without apprehension or shyness; David brought out the best in him, most clearly.
Leo hums in an ambiguous response to David's question, reaching across his boyfriend's warm body to get the lube from the bedside drawer, then takes David's shorts and boxers off, pushing David's thighs apart and settling between his legs. David keeps his legs spread, obediently. The sight for Leo when he raises his eyes is beautiful and he smiles, smiles at the way David is watching him warm the lube on his fingers.
"You can keep reading your paper," Leo tells him again. "I think it’s hot...but I'm not sure why."
David laughs. He looks back at the stapled pages of his essay draft, now, one hand snaking down his stomach to give his now-hard cock a few slow, tight strokes. Leo sees that and swallows at the picture David makes, wearing an old football shirt and naked from the waist down, legs spread, everything for Leo. Leo presses his fingers into David - pauses to toss the lube to the side of the bed - turns back, starts to work David open.
Leo touches himself to David. David has lowered his paper, biting his lip as he looks down at Leo. No words pass between them, but Leo knows, can feel what David is feeling as he eases his hips forward, enters him slowly. The friction is sweet as David's heat surrounds him.
"You feel so good," Leo says, caressing David's thighs. "So how's the paper?"
David looks surprised and then aroused by Leo's words, the way Leo is talking to him, using his body like he owns him; like they own each other.
(What was that line from a movie that had stayed with Leo so long? Body and soul, he remembers. You have bewitched me, body and soul. And he has; David has.)
"It's," David says. “Okay, I think.” He tries to resume reading, but visibly loses focus when Leo moves inside him. He moans and his hips jerk up, meeting Leo's movements. He bites down on his lip hard and it reddens from it. Instinctively Leo leans in and kisses David, who has never looked more kissable, all messy hair and forgotten academia. Leo thinks he knows now why he likes it, with David reading; it was another way to see him lose control.