jeunesse en proie à l'amour vagissant
title jeunesse en proie à l'amour vagissant
rating nc-17
pairing iker casillas/sergio ramos
summary "I see you looking," Iker says again. They're speaking quietly, standing right next to each other, and it takes all of Sergio's willpower to keep his eyes on Iker's face. "It's okay," Iker says. "You can have it, if you want." Sergio swallows hard. "Do you want it?"
note for adorerdollylux
The problem isn't that he doesn't know how big Iker is.
It's quite the opposite, in fact- he knows exactly how big Iker is. He's seen Iker in the showers more times than he can count. He's watched Iker adjusting himself as they get dressed after practice. He's seen Iker sprawled out, relaxing in sweatpants that reveal just enough (or not enough at all).
It's hard, Sergio finds, not to think about it when he's around Iker. It's hard not to let his eyes drop every now and then.
What's not hard is slipping one-two-three fingers inside himself when he's alone at night, fucking himself on his hand until he comes but it's not enough, because all he can think about when he does it is Iker.
"I see you looking," Iker says in the tunnel one Saturday.
Sergio chokes. "What?" He sputters.
"I see you looking," Iker says again. They're speaking quietly, standing right next to each other, and it takes all of Sergio's willpower to keep his eyes on Iker's face. "It's okay," Iker says. "You can have it, if you want." Sergio swallows hard. "Do you want it?"
"Yes," Sergio breathes. Iker smiles.
"Come to mine tonight, then," he offers, and then turns around to walk onto the pitch.
Sergio is half hard in his shorts for the whole game.
Iker opens the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He smiles at Sergio, steps aside and lets Sergio into the house.
"You played well today," Iker says casually, as if he hasn't invited Sergio over for sex. "Being on edge was good for you, I think."
Sergio frowns. "Is that why-" he starts.
"No," Iker says, and his face softens. He reaches out to touch Sergio's cheek with his knuckles. "No, I asked you here because I wanted you to be here," he says.
"Okay," Sergio says, and Iker leads him into the bedroom.
"You can look," Iker tells him, thumbing the button of his jeans open. "It's okay." He tugs up his shirt enough to reveal the pale, smooth skin of his belly. Sergio feels his breath stick in his throat and his fingers twitch at his sides, yearning to touch.
He doesn't, though, not yet. Iker grabs the back collar of his shirt and pulls it off over his head, revealing miles and miles of pale skin, and then he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and shimmies out of them with a twist of his hips that leaves Sergio's mouth dry. He licks his lips, a subconscious motion, but Iker's eyes track his tongue. Sergio does it again just to have Iker watch and then Iker reaches out for him.
"Come here, Sergio," Iker says, and his voice is quiet now, low, with just the hint of a growl. Sergio complies, steps forward until Iker's hand cups the back of his head and then he stands, lets Iker tangle his fingers in his hair. "Do you want it, Sergio?" Iker asks. Sergio nods and licks his lips again, his eyes wide. "You can have it," Iker tells him. "You can have anything you want."
Iker pushes gently on Sergio's shoulder and Sergio sinks to his knees without hesitation. He presses his face against the bulge in Iker's underwear (black Calvins, soft against Sergio's skin, a damp spot betraying Iker's want) and inhales, content to sit back on his heels and bury his face in Iker. Iker's long fingers caress his cheek and tuck his hair behind his ears and Sergio parts his lips to mouth at Iker's cock through the cloth, trying to catch a taste of him.
"Have you ever sucked a cock, Sergio?" Iker asks.
"No," Sergio mumbles into the fabric of Iker's underwear.
"Will you, Sergio?" Iker asks. Sergio nods, feels himself growing harder in his pants for the way Iker says his name. Iker pushes at the elastic of his briefs and Sergio pulls his face back to let Iker push them off of his hips and kick them off of his legs.
Iker pus his hand on the top of Sergio's head and pulls him gently towards his cock, bigger now that it's hard than Sergio has ever seen it before. Precome is gathered at the tip and Sergio wants to taste it, is nearly shaking with how badly he wants it. Sergio lets Iker pull him forward and parts his lips, but Iker grips the base of his cock and brushes it against Sergio's cheek, leaving a slick trail behind it. He pushes his hips towards Sergio until Sergio surges up to start mouthing at Iker's balls, sucking hungrily. Iker breathes out a moan and Sergio's cock twitches in his pants. He drops one of his hands to his jeans and pushes his hips up, seeking friction.
"You have the perfect mouth for this," Iker tells him, pulling his hips back just enough. His cock slides along Sergio's lips, painting them with precome. Sergio's tongue darts out to taste and he licks around the fat head of Iker, content to suckle there until Iker guides his head forward, forcing him to loosen his jaw and take in as much of Iker's cock as he can. "God, Sergio, you're gorgeous like this," Iker pants once he's halfway in Sergio's mouth. Sergio can feel his lips stretched around Iker's girth, can taste him heavy on his tongue, and he starts to suck, gently. He hollows his cheeks and tries to pull back because Iker is big, bigger than he'd realized, but Iker pulls him forward until the tip of his cock hits the back of Sergio's throat.
Sergio looks up at Iker, eyes wide and lips bruising around his cock. Iker stares down at him with eyes darker than Sergio ever could've imagined. Sergio grinds the heel of his hand against his own cock and moans weakly for it, the sound nothing more than a vibration around Iker's cock, and Iker pushes his hips forward again, fucking shallowly into Sergio's mouth. Sergio can feel drool and precome leaking out of the corner of his mouth but he doesn't feel ashamed of it. Iker pushes even deeper, forcing his cock into Sergio's throat, and Sergio chokes, moans, bucks his hips up against his hand. He's sweating, the hair at the back of his neck damp, and he's harder than he can ever remember being.
"Do you like this, Sergio?" Iker asks, his breath is coming in harsh pants as he keeps fucking down Sergio's throat. Sergio tries to nod, but the action just pushes his nose against Iker's belly. "You look like you love it, you look perfect," Iker tells him.
Sergo pushes weakly at Iker's hips, needing to come up for air even though he doesn't want Iker to move. His hips twitch when Iker finally relents, pulls himself free of Sergio's mouth, but Sergio chases him after a heartbeat, runs Iker's fat cockhead over the seam of his lips and looks up at Iker with pleading eyes.
"Is that what you want, Sergio?" Iker asks, reaching down to stroke himself lazily. Sergio runs his tongue over Iker's slit. "Do you want me to come for you, like this?" Iker asks.
"Yes," Sergio croaks out, his voice absolutely wrecked, hoarse and raspy, and that's all it takes for Iker to spill, his thighs shaking and his come dripping over Sergio's cheeks and chin. Sergio closes his eyes and feels it hit his face, warm and slippery, pokes his tongue out to taste what lands on his lips.
"Come here, Sergio," Iker says after a moment. Sergio stands on shaky legs and lets Iker wipe his thumb through the come smeared onto his face. Iker offers it to Sergio, who sucks it down, greedy. Iker lifts up Sergio's shirt, pulling it off, and goes for his belt buckle. "Let me take care of you," Iker offers, and Sergio blushes, his face hot. He bites his lip and pushes his face against Iker's neck as Iker pushes his jeans down and worms a hand into his underwear.
He hisses as Iker fondles his over-sensitive cock, smearing the come that's beginning to dry on the inside of Sergio's underwear. "Oh, Sergio," Iker breathes. He grips Sergio, swipes his thumb over the head. "Did you like sucking me that much?"
Sergio nods into Iker's neck and Iker withdraws his hand, pushing Sergio's come-coated underwear off of his hips.
"Let's get you cleaned up, beautiful boy," Iker tells him, pushing Sergio towards the bathroom. "As gorgeous as you look, I want to see you come next time."
rating nc-17
pairing iker casillas/sergio ramos
summary "I see you looking," Iker says again. They're speaking quietly, standing right next to each other, and it takes all of Sergio's willpower to keep his eyes on Iker's face. "It's okay," Iker says. "You can have it, if you want." Sergio swallows hard. "Do you want it?"
note for adorerdollylux
The problem isn't that he doesn't know how big Iker is.
It's quite the opposite, in fact- he knows exactly how big Iker is. He's seen Iker in the showers more times than he can count. He's watched Iker adjusting himself as they get dressed after practice. He's seen Iker sprawled out, relaxing in sweatpants that reveal just enough (or not enough at all).
It's hard, Sergio finds, not to think about it when he's around Iker. It's hard not to let his eyes drop every now and then.
What's not hard is slipping one-two-three fingers inside himself when he's alone at night, fucking himself on his hand until he comes but it's not enough, because all he can think about when he does it is Iker.
"I see you looking," Iker says in the tunnel one Saturday.
Sergio chokes. "What?" He sputters.
"I see you looking," Iker says again. They're speaking quietly, standing right next to each other, and it takes all of Sergio's willpower to keep his eyes on Iker's face. "It's okay," Iker says. "You can have it, if you want." Sergio swallows hard. "Do you want it?"
"Yes," Sergio breathes. Iker smiles.
"Come to mine tonight, then," he offers, and then turns around to walk onto the pitch.
Sergio is half hard in his shorts for the whole game.
Iker opens the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He smiles at Sergio, steps aside and lets Sergio into the house.
"You played well today," Iker says casually, as if he hasn't invited Sergio over for sex. "Being on edge was good for you, I think."
Sergio frowns. "Is that why-" he starts.
"No," Iker says, and his face softens. He reaches out to touch Sergio's cheek with his knuckles. "No, I asked you here because I wanted you to be here," he says.
"Okay," Sergio says, and Iker leads him into the bedroom.
"You can look," Iker tells him, thumbing the button of his jeans open. "It's okay." He tugs up his shirt enough to reveal the pale, smooth skin of his belly. Sergio feels his breath stick in his throat and his fingers twitch at his sides, yearning to touch.
He doesn't, though, not yet. Iker grabs the back collar of his shirt and pulls it off over his head, revealing miles and miles of pale skin, and then he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and shimmies out of them with a twist of his hips that leaves Sergio's mouth dry. He licks his lips, a subconscious motion, but Iker's eyes track his tongue. Sergio does it again just to have Iker watch and then Iker reaches out for him.
"Come here, Sergio," Iker says, and his voice is quiet now, low, with just the hint of a growl. Sergio complies, steps forward until Iker's hand cups the back of his head and then he stands, lets Iker tangle his fingers in his hair. "Do you want it, Sergio?" Iker asks. Sergio nods and licks his lips again, his eyes wide. "You can have it," Iker tells him. "You can have anything you want."
Iker pushes gently on Sergio's shoulder and Sergio sinks to his knees without hesitation. He presses his face against the bulge in Iker's underwear (black Calvins, soft against Sergio's skin, a damp spot betraying Iker's want) and inhales, content to sit back on his heels and bury his face in Iker. Iker's long fingers caress his cheek and tuck his hair behind his ears and Sergio parts his lips to mouth at Iker's cock through the cloth, trying to catch a taste of him.
"Have you ever sucked a cock, Sergio?" Iker asks.
"No," Sergio mumbles into the fabric of Iker's underwear.
"Will you, Sergio?" Iker asks. Sergio nods, feels himself growing harder in his pants for the way Iker says his name. Iker pushes at the elastic of his briefs and Sergio pulls his face back to let Iker push them off of his hips and kick them off of his legs.
Iker pus his hand on the top of Sergio's head and pulls him gently towards his cock, bigger now that it's hard than Sergio has ever seen it before. Precome is gathered at the tip and Sergio wants to taste it, is nearly shaking with how badly he wants it. Sergio lets Iker pull him forward and parts his lips, but Iker grips the base of his cock and brushes it against Sergio's cheek, leaving a slick trail behind it. He pushes his hips towards Sergio until Sergio surges up to start mouthing at Iker's balls, sucking hungrily. Iker breathes out a moan and Sergio's cock twitches in his pants. He drops one of his hands to his jeans and pushes his hips up, seeking friction.
"You have the perfect mouth for this," Iker tells him, pulling his hips back just enough. His cock slides along Sergio's lips, painting them with precome. Sergio's tongue darts out to taste and he licks around the fat head of Iker, content to suckle there until Iker guides his head forward, forcing him to loosen his jaw and take in as much of Iker's cock as he can. "God, Sergio, you're gorgeous like this," Iker pants once he's halfway in Sergio's mouth. Sergio can feel his lips stretched around Iker's girth, can taste him heavy on his tongue, and he starts to suck, gently. He hollows his cheeks and tries to pull back because Iker is big, bigger than he'd realized, but Iker pulls him forward until the tip of his cock hits the back of Sergio's throat.
Sergio looks up at Iker, eyes wide and lips bruising around his cock. Iker stares down at him with eyes darker than Sergio ever could've imagined. Sergio grinds the heel of his hand against his own cock and moans weakly for it, the sound nothing more than a vibration around Iker's cock, and Iker pushes his hips forward again, fucking shallowly into Sergio's mouth. Sergio can feel drool and precome leaking out of the corner of his mouth but he doesn't feel ashamed of it. Iker pushes even deeper, forcing his cock into Sergio's throat, and Sergio chokes, moans, bucks his hips up against his hand. He's sweating, the hair at the back of his neck damp, and he's harder than he can ever remember being.
"Do you like this, Sergio?" Iker asks, his breath is coming in harsh pants as he keeps fucking down Sergio's throat. Sergio tries to nod, but the action just pushes his nose against Iker's belly. "You look like you love it, you look perfect," Iker tells him.
Sergo pushes weakly at Iker's hips, needing to come up for air even though he doesn't want Iker to move. His hips twitch when Iker finally relents, pulls himself free of Sergio's mouth, but Sergio chases him after a heartbeat, runs Iker's fat cockhead over the seam of his lips and looks up at Iker with pleading eyes.
"Is that what you want, Sergio?" Iker asks, reaching down to stroke himself lazily. Sergio runs his tongue over Iker's slit. "Do you want me to come for you, like this?" Iker asks.
"Yes," Sergio croaks out, his voice absolutely wrecked, hoarse and raspy, and that's all it takes for Iker to spill, his thighs shaking and his come dripping over Sergio's cheeks and chin. Sergio closes his eyes and feels it hit his face, warm and slippery, pokes his tongue out to taste what lands on his lips.
"Come here, Sergio," Iker says after a moment. Sergio stands on shaky legs and lets Iker wipe his thumb through the come smeared onto his face. Iker offers it to Sergio, who sucks it down, greedy. Iker lifts up Sergio's shirt, pulling it off, and goes for his belt buckle. "Let me take care of you," Iker offers, and Sergio blushes, his face hot. He bites his lip and pushes his face against Iker's neck as Iker pushes his jeans down and worms a hand into his underwear.
He hisses as Iker fondles his over-sensitive cock, smearing the come that's beginning to dry on the inside of Sergio's underwear. "Oh, Sergio," Iker breathes. He grips Sergio, swipes his thumb over the head. "Did you like sucking me that much?"
Sergio nods into Iker's neck and Iker withdraws his hand, pushing Sergio's come-coated underwear off of his hips.
"Let's get you cleaned up, beautiful boy," Iker tells him, pushing Sergio towards the bathroom. "As gorgeous as you look, I want to see you come next time."