Russia v Sweden
Title : Russia v Sweden (Group D, game five)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-18
Summary : Football … and talk of sex!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up
Author’s Note : For my lovely rifleman_s
“That’s two goals up.”
“And you let me watch the second one, thank you my love.”
“Always my pleasure, baby.”
“So … why do you want to brand my perfect arse?”
“I don’t really, I mean I do, but it would be too complicated.”
“How so?”
“Sean, we’re in bed watching TV, why are we talking about a hypothetical brand, I mean look … Freddie just nearly scored.”
“I know what he did but I want to know why I can’t have a brand.”
“Because you get your arse out for work and a fucking great big … or even small brand is hardly what you want everyone seeing.”
“Then why mention it?”
“Because yourself was in my lap, all warm and sexy, you looked so well fucked and I just wanted to mark you; I like brands.”
“I’d love to have one.”
“Not practical but I will fist you after Euro.”
“Let’s go down to the house in Hastings for that.”
“Don’t you want to go to Johnny’s?”
“Nah, they don’t speak Yorkshire in the South of France.”
“Baby, everyone speaks your kind of Yorkshire,”
“They nearly scored then.”
“So I see.”
“They nearly scored again … fucking hell…”
“Mmmm….”
“No brand then?”
“No brand.”
“But fisting?”
“Definitely fisting.”
“They nearly scored again, what the fuck is going on. MAKE IT THREE YOU TWAT!”
“Why are you shouting, I can feel the sound reverberating around your body.”
“I want a brand.”
“No Sean.”
“Please.”
“It’s not about saying please, the answer is no…”
“But …”
”No”.
“Okay … look at that, goal kick… I like Pavluchenko, he’s a great player…”
“Yeah, Russia are on fire tonight.”
“Funny ‘cos I thought it’d be Sweden.”
“Yeah, I wonder how Spain are getting on…”
“Wanna check?”
“So Russia are playing Holland, yeah? And Spain obviously we know are playing Italy on Sunday?”
“That’s right … and I am not getting a brand.”
“That right.”
“But I am getting fisted.”
“You are definitely getting fisted.”
“But not now?”
“Nope, now I am going to roll on top of you like this…”
“And you’re gonna stick your tongue in my arse?”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about that.”
“Not when I am watching football but now it’s done, yes please, tell me again what you’re gonna do with me?”
“I’m going to slide down your body and you are going to lift your legs up high, so I have a very good view of your hole.”
“Mmmm … like this?”
“That’s right baby … now I’m going to slide my tongue …”
“Nnnnggghhhhhhhh”
Russia 2-0 Sweden
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-18
Summary : Football … and talk of sex!
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up
Author’s Note : For my lovely rifleman_s
“That’s two goals up.”
“And you let me watch the second one, thank you my love.”
“Always my pleasure, baby.”
“So … why do you want to brand my perfect arse?”
“I don’t really, I mean I do, but it would be too complicated.”
“How so?”
“Sean, we’re in bed watching TV, why are we talking about a hypothetical brand, I mean look … Freddie just nearly scored.”
“I know what he did but I want to know why I can’t have a brand.”
“Because you get your arse out for work and a fucking great big … or even small brand is hardly what you want everyone seeing.”
“Then why mention it?”
“Because yourself was in my lap, all warm and sexy, you looked so well fucked and I just wanted to mark you; I like brands.”
“I’d love to have one.”
“Not practical but I will fist you after Euro.”
“Let’s go down to the house in Hastings for that.”
“Don’t you want to go to Johnny’s?”
“Nah, they don’t speak Yorkshire in the South of France.”
“Baby, everyone speaks your kind of Yorkshire,”
“They nearly scored then.”
“So I see.”
“They nearly scored again … fucking hell…”
“Mmmm….”
“No brand then?”
“No brand.”
“But fisting?”
“Definitely fisting.”
“They nearly scored again, what the fuck is going on. MAKE IT THREE YOU TWAT!”
“Why are you shouting, I can feel the sound reverberating around your body.”
“I want a brand.”
“No Sean.”
“Please.”
“It’s not about saying please, the answer is no…”
“But …”
”No”.
“Okay … look at that, goal kick… I like Pavluchenko, he’s a great player…”
“Yeah, Russia are on fire tonight.”
“Funny ‘cos I thought it’d be Sweden.”
“Yeah, I wonder how Spain are getting on…”
“Wanna check?”
“So Russia are playing Holland, yeah? And Spain obviously we know are playing Italy on Sunday?”
“That’s right … and I am not getting a brand.”
“That right.”
“But I am getting fisted.”
“You are definitely getting fisted.”
“But not now?”
“Nope, now I am going to roll on top of you like this…”
“And you’re gonna stick your tongue in my arse?”
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about that.”
“Not when I am watching football but now it’s done, yes please, tell me again what you’re gonna do with me?”
“I’m going to slide down your body and you are going to lift your legs up high, so I have a very good view of your hole.”
“Mmmm … like this?”
“That’s right baby … now I’m going to slide my tongue …”
“Nnnnggghhhhhhhh”
Russia 2-0 Sweden