turn the lights down low, Skrtel/Agger, nc17
turn the lights down low
NC17. Skrtel/Agger + Kelly. (LFC RPS)
pwp, alcohol, language, voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough sex, rimming
~3,800 words
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Daniel is drunk and restless and more than a little horny. He presses against Martin’s back, hips grinding into his ass, and nips at the nape of Martin’s neck. “Come on,” he groans, and he tries not to laugh or scream in frustration when Martin startles and drops his keycard.
They’re probably too drunk for this. The fact Daniel is willingly molesting Martin in the hallway of the hotel should be sign enough of that. It doesn’t stop him though, not even when Martin has to crouch down to pick up his keycard so he can try again. “Martin.”
”Daniel,” Martin says. His accent is heavy in a way that goes straight to Daniel’s cock, eyes narrowed to suspicious slits. “Stop.” He tries the card again and this time he makes it into the sensor and the door pings open. He’s caught off guard by Daniel shoving into him, and they stumble into the bedroom, clinging to each other and trying desperately to stay upright.
It’s not Daniel’s fault. He at least has enough sense to kick the door shut once they’re in the room. All he cares about is getting Martin naked and rutting against him until he comes all over the tight muscles in his stomach. He manages to undo the zipper on Martin’s jacket and nearly rip his shirt in half getting it off before he realizes Martin’s not responding. “Don’t you fucking stop on me now, Skrtel - “
Only, Martin’s not paying any mind to Daniel. His lips are parted softly and his cheeks are flushing just as much from embarrassment as arousal, his words getting fumbled somewhere in his throat when he tries to say “Kels”.
Daniel doesn’t back away from Martin. He puts his hands on broad hips, squeezing gently, and looks over his shoulder. He isn’t surprised that Kelly looks just as startled as Martin, and a part of his brain thinks fuck, because go figure the one time he wants to fuck Martin’s brains out they’re not in their usual room matchups.
Kelly doesn’t say anything though. Mostly he just looks horrified, PSP clutched in his hands and blanket wrapped around his shoulders tightly. Even with nothing but the bedside lamp turned on, it’s easy to see the flush in his cheeks. He stammers, no sound coming out, and clutches his handheld tighter. “Ehrk?”
This is the part where Daniel is supposed to yell at Kelly to scram. It wouldn’t be so hard, telling the half-naked boy to get out for an hour or two so they can fuck. It’s as much Martin’s room as it is Kelly’s, that’s for sure. Except, Daniel doesn’t. There’s a strange thrill settling low in Daniel’s gut knowing Kelly is watching, and Daniel leans in to press a soft kiss against Martin’s throat.
”Daniel?” Martin is hesitant, though it doesn’t stop him from grabbing at Daniel’s ass when he leans in close. He moans softly as Daniel nips at his throat and his jaw, eyes flickering shut. “But - “
”He can either get the hell out,” Daniel says slowly, grinding against Martin with measured little thrusts, “or he can keep his mouth shut and watch.”
Martin moans at the words, his fingers digging into Daniel’s ass and dragging his body closer as he grinds. Martin’s arousal is obvious, even through two layers of jeans, but he doesn’t let go of Daniel’s ass to make it easier for them to strip.
Kelly doesn’t run away, even though he probably should. For the sanity of all of them, Kelly really shouldn’t be watching this. He doesn’t leave though, doesn’t seem to have moved past the shock of Martin and Daniel grinding in front of him, and Daniel has no intentions of making him unless he tries to interrupt or join.
It’s one thing for Daniel to moan and suck marks into Martin’s skin while the younger defender watches, but he’s got another thing coming to him if he thinks Daniel has any intentions at all of sharing. Martin is Daniel’s, and if Daniel could let the whole fucking world know that, he would.
The only thing to stop this would be Martin’s objection, but he seems more than willing to push Daniel to his knees and fight with his belt buckle. “Daniel,” he whispers, shocked and awed, and he bites his lip to stop his moan when Daniel starts to mouth at him through his jeans. “Please.”
As much as Daniel would love to tease Martin until he’s whimpering, he doesn’t think he has it in him. Not tonight, not when he’s got more beers than he can count running hot and heavy through his system, and Kelly is sitting motionless on the bed behind them watching. It takes more effort than it should to stop sucking at the head of Martin’s cock through his jeans, Daniel’s fingers shaking when he pops the button and tugs down the zipper.
Martin doesn’t push Daniel’s head toward his swollen cock, but there is no mistaking his intention. His breath stutters when Daniel licks a line from the base to the tip, and his fingers press hard when Daniel starts to suck on the head. “Daniel,” Martin says again, needier, and Daniel gives him what he wants.
Martin is probably the only person who’s ever made Daniel’s mouth salivate at just the thought of sucking his cock. He loves the feel of Martin’s foreskin against the tip of his tongue, the bitter taste of fluid leaking from the tip. Daniel’s jaw aches at the idea of stretching his lips around Martin’s head and swallowing it down, but he moans loudly despite it.
And Martin lets him. His fingers press at Daniel’s head, his shoulder, not guiding or forcing. He curses in English and Slovak, and a handful of Danish words he’s learned from Daniel doing exactly what they are now, but reversed. His hips stutter forward, but Daniel pulls back, careful not to take more than an inch or two in.
”Tease,” Martin whines, and Daniel just grins and laughs around the cock in his mouth.
Daniel’s fingers stroke down Martin’s shaft slowly, tugging at his balls gently. He crooks his fingers in Martin’s jeans and tugs, working them past broad hips and strong thighs with practiced ease. He knows Martin’s body inside and out and getting a few layers of fabric to do what he wants isn’t so difficult. Martin’s sneakers cause more issue than anything, and Martin keens when Daniel lets his cock slip past his lips so he can crouch down and tug at the laces proper.
”Want you to fuck me,” Daniel says. He kisses Martin’s thigh and keeps tugging at shoes and jeans until Martin is naked before him, cock curving up towards his stomach and leaking at the tip. Daniel licks his lips and presses a soft kiss to the underside of Martin’s cock. “Bed?”
Martin’s hands grab Daniel’s shirt, all but hauling him up off the floor and to his feet again. He keeps tugging until Daniel lifts his arms, letting Martin strip him off it, and Daniel toes at his sneakers frantically to kick them off. He laughs, breathless when Martin grips the back of his thighs and hauls him up his body, carrying Daniel to his bed and dropping him down on it without grace or apology.
Daniel scrambles to unbuckle his belt and yank the zipper down on his jeans, and when he hooks his fingers in them and arches his hips to shove them off, Martin isn’t the only one moaning at the curve of his spine and the sight of his swollen cock.
Kelly’s got one hand clamped over his mouth in embarrassment and the other is pressing down on his lap, over the blanket. His PSP is abandoned, but the screen is still lit up and Daniel can just barely hear the soft hum of the device’s background music. It would be laughable if Daniel wasn’t so distracted.
”Don’t,” Daniel says. He props himself up on his elbows and waits until Kelly meets his gaze. “You don’t get to get off on this. You get to watch.”
”But - “ Kelly starts, flushing brighter. He presses against his lap harder, whining softly, but Daniel doesn’t look away. Kelly makes a sound, embarrassed and strangled, before dropping his hand to the side and clutching at the sheets. “Fine.”
Daniel snorts and drops onto his back, thighs falling apart to make room for Martin. He watches from under his lashes, taking in the heaving in his chest and the flush on his face. Daniel lets his fingers skim up his own ribs, brushing over his nipple, and he inhales sharply.
”Fuck,” Martin says, dropping one knee onto the mattress. He strokes himself slowly, fingers teasing the head before tugging at his balls gently. “Roll over.”
Daniel’s cock throbs, leaking precome on his stomach, but he doesn’t hesitate to obey. He could fight it, could push Martin until Martin makes him roll over, but that’s not the game Daniel wants to play right now. Right now, he just wants to push himself up onto his hands and knees and let Martin fuck him hard enough the headboard puts a hole in the wall.
The bed dips as Martin climbs up behind Daniel, springs groaning under their combined weight. He runs a hand up Daniel’s thigh slowly, digging his fingers into the flesh of his ass gently before smacking it hard. It has Daniel tensing up and biting his lip, but Martin doesn’t apologize and he doesn’t do it again. His thumb rubs over Daniel’s hole slowly, tip pushing in dry and it burns.
”Martin.” It’s not a warning, not really, but Daniel needn’t have said anything. He can feel Martin’s breath on his skin, tingle racing up his spine and to his cock, and he has to fist the sheets to keep from moving at the first swipe of Martin’s tongue over his hole. “Martin,” Daniel says, only this time it’s a moan.
Martin shh’s Daniel, like it will do any good, and licks a broad stripe from the base of Daniel’s balls up to his hole. His tongue is huge and wet and he barely has to trace the rim for Daniel’s thighs to clench and his toes to curl. Martin licks slow drags up until Daniel is wet from it, before spearing his tongue and pressing the tip in.
Daniel shudders and gasps and it’s a fight not to close his eyes and lose himself in this. Martin feels amazing inside of him, working his tongue deep and licking him open. He always does. Daniel bites his lip to keep from moaning and drops to his elbows, changing the angle and bracing himself in one go.
Out of the corners of his eyes, he can see Kelly. He’s still obeying, knuckles of one hand clenched between his teeth and fingers still gripping the sheets tight at his side. It’s impossible to tell if he’s hard with the blanket in his lap the way it is, but Daniel knows he is. Kelly’s cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavy, and he puts on a spectacular show.
Martin’s fingers dig into the skin of Daniel’s ass, spreading him open so he can lick deeper, and Daniel can feel his cock leaking precome onto the sheets. It feels amazing, and Daniel lets his head hang between his shoulders before asking, “you ever been rimmed, Kels?”
Kelly makes a sound, startled. “What?” He asks, voice strained. He blinks, torn between looking at Daniel’s half lidded eyes or where Martin is busy licking into him.
”Rimmed,” Daniel says - and Martin slides a finger into, gliding easily through his spit, and his timing is entirely intentional, Daniel is sure - and moans. “Licked open? Fucking, Martin - “
”Fuck you,” Martin growls against Daniel’s skin, curling his finger and dragging it out slowly.
”Uh?” Kelly says. He drops his hand from his mouth and shakes his head feverishly. “I haven’t - I’ve never - “ He whines at the back of his throat when Martin pushes in a second finger, and Daniel drops his head to moan long and slow. Whatever Kelly’s never done is forgotten, because Martin is licking around his fingers and pushing them deep into Daniel with practiced ease.
”Fuck,” Daniel says again, because he can, because it’s the only thing that accurately conveys what he’s feeling right now. He rolls his hips, trying to get Martin deeper, and balances himself on one forearm so he can work the other down to stroke his cock in short, fast jerks. “Martin, just do it.”
”No,” Martin says. He nips at the curve of Daniel’s ass and pushes his fingers into Daniel deep, thrusting with short, hard thrusts that have Daniel keening and pushing back for more. He could get Daniel off with nothing but his fingers, but that isn’t what Daniel wants tonight, not by a long shot.
Daniel won’t beg, not with Kelly in the room to hear him, but it’s a close thing. He fists the sheet and tugs at his cock with intent, clenching tight around Martin’s fingers every time his thumb swipes over the slick head of his cock and he moans. “Martin.”
”Fuck,” Martin echoes, and Daniel knows that he’s won. Martin pulls his fingers out slowly, and presses his tongue inside of Daniel one last time, licking deep. He smacks Daniel’s ass when he sits up and spits into his hand to slick his cock. It’s going to burn, but Daniel doesn’t care. He loves feeling Martin inside of him long after he’s pulled out.
Martin pets Daniel’s spine soothingly as he lines up his cockhead with Daniel’s hole; his fingers trail down gently until he can grab Daniel’s hip, and he guides himself in slowly with a gentle pressure. Just the tip being in is enough for Daniel to shudder and suck in a sharp breath, and Kelly’s whispered “oh!” only serves to make it all better, somehow.
Martin’s fingers dig into Daniel’s hip tightly. He pushes in slowly, barely another inch, before he’s easing out again. It’s easier this way, Martin rocking his hips and guiding his cock into Daniel a few centimeters at a time. It takes longer, but it’s slow and maddening and it hurts so much less than when he just slams home. Not that Daniel doesn’t like that, but.
But sometimes the slow rocking is enough to have Daniel panting and clawing at the bedspread. It isn’t enough, not nearly, but the sheer size of Martin’s cock and every ounce of control he’s exerting are enough to bring Daniel to his knees. His fingers are digging bruises into Daniel’s skin and he’s panting heavily against the nape of Daniel’s neck by the time he’s finally bottomed out, buried himself deep inside of Daniel in a way no one else ever has.
Daniel reaches up with shaky fingers to rub the top of Martin’s head, and he tries not to keen or clench as he waits. It’s hard to stay still, to let them both get acclimated to the feeling of Martin inside of him, but Daniel knows better than to try and rush it. He’s been there before and he doesn’t want to deal with the ache in the morning.
Slowly though, Martin eases out of Daniel and pushes back in. It’s a gentle drag and thrust, Martin’s cock rubbing against Daniel in the best ways possible. He kisses the nape of Daniel’s neck, along the curve of his spine, before he pushes himself up onto one hand and starts to thrust in earnest. The snap of his hips is enough to have Daniel buckling forward, and Daniel scrambles to grip the headboard to hold himself upright.
”Harder,” Daniel hisses out, and Martin obeys.
The sound of skin on skin, of Martin’s harsh breathing mixed with Daniel’s own, the gentle keens Kelly probably doesn’t even realize he’s making - it’s intoxicating. It’s all going straight to Daniel’s cock and he fucking yearns to reach down and stroke himself but he doesn’t think he hold this position if he tries. Right now, Daniel’s hands on the headboard are the only thing keeping Martin from fucking him into the mattress. It’s what’s letting Martin from getting as deep as he is, hips smacking Daniel’s ass hard with every thrust.
Daniel moans, because Martin’s earned it, and he’s scared he’s going to split his lip if he doesn’t stop biting it. He doesn’t care that he sounds wanton and needy in front of Kelly, because fuck that. He’s getting fucked as hard as he needs by the man he loves, Martin, his Martin, and there’s nothing for Kelly to do but sit there and watch.
It amazes Daniel that Kelly’s hands are still fisted in the covers, that he hasn’t started jerking off to the pornographic sight in front of him, but then, some people are better at following orders than Daniel is. It shouldn’t make Daniel’s cock throb, but it does.
”Daniel,” Martin groans. He smacks Daniel’s ass, making him clench, and he does it again. “Fuck.” His fingers are like pinpricks in Daniel’s side, painfully tight, distracting him from the force of Martin’s thrusts. He’s hot and huge and Daniel is panting from the way it’s practically destroying him.
Martin tugs at Daniel’s hips, urging him to let go of the headboard so he can push Daniel’s shoulders into the mattress. He keeps one hand over the top of his spine, long fingers curling around the nape of Daniel’s neck, and his next thrust has Daniel biting the sheets to keep from crying out sharply.
This angle, Daniel’s knees wide and ass up, shoulders down, is perfect. Martin can’t get as deep, not really, but it lines him up perfectly to catch Daniel’s prostate on every sharp thrust. He doesn’t have to smack Daniel’s ass to get him to clench tight, and he keeps thrusting hard and fast.
Daniel works a hand between his thighs and starts to stroke, short, desperate little things that have him clenching tight and moaning his release in a matter of moments. He works himself through it, come making his fingers sticky, and he can feel the shudders wracking through his body. “Martin,” Daniel moans, and he’s absolutely wrecked right now.
Martin grunts in response, and he doesn’t slow his thrusts. His fingers dig tighter into Daniel’s hips, tight enough to hurt, but it doesn’t take much for his thrusts to turn into jerky, grinding little things and for him to spill his release deep inside of Daniel. The pulsing of his cock makes Daniel clench in response, and Martin groans low and deep as he grinds.
When Martin pulls out, slowly and carefully, Daniel all but melts into the covers and stretches as far as he can. It makes it difficult for Martin to plop down beside him, but Martin has no qualms about shoving Daniel out of the way and Daniel is too sated to fight him on it. It is Martin’s bed, after all. Martin’s arm wraps around Daniel’s waist loosely, the closest they’ll get to cuddling with anyone else present, and Daniel thinks he die happy. He’s covered in sweat and come, but he’s warm and happy and that’s good enough for him.
”You should clean up,” Martin mutters into the shell of Daniel’s ear, his breath hot against Daniel’s skin. His lips drag, and it would be tantalizing if Daniel wasn’t trying to catch his breath and drift off to sleep.
”Fuck you,” Daniel groans. He cracks his eyes open and stares at Kelly, who’s still staring at them in horror and fascination. “If you get a washcloth, I’ll let you wank on your bed.”
Kelly licks his lips. “Technically, you can’t stop me,” Kelly says, though he lacks real conviction. His fists clench and relax in the bed sheets, and he seems almost embarrassed to stand up in front of them. His hard on is obvious against the front of his sweats, enough so Daniel smirks and Kelly flushes, but it doesn’t stop Kelly from stumbling towards the bathroom and doing as he’s told.
”You’re messed up,” Martin murmurs, just low enough for Daniel to hear.
Daniel stretches out and sighs heavily. It’s an effort to roll over onto his back, but it brings him closer to Martin and he finds he doesn’t mind so much. He brushes his fingers down Martin’s spine and kisses his shoulder. “It’s not like you stopped me.”
”No,” Martin muses, but whatever he was going to say is cut off by Kelly’s reappearance. Martin reaches up to accept the wet wash cloth and starts to rub himself off without a second thought. Like he isn’t embarrassed he just fucked Daniel in front of their new teammate.
Daniel is way more fucked up than he wants to admit, because something about that is seriously turning him on all over again. “Give me that,” Daniel says, but Martin snorts and starts wiping Daniel down, and that’s good enough for Daniel, too.
Kelly doesn’t move from his spot by the bed, fists clenched at his side and lipped pinched beneath his teeth. He doesn’t make a sound until Daniel looks up at him through narrowed eyes, and even then he’s unintelligible.
”You’re not coming on me,” Daniel says. He glances between Kelly and his bed pointedly, waiting for the young defender to get the hint and flop back on his mattress. Daniel twists enough so he can watch, a smirk on his face, and Kelly’s blush only deepens. “Go on then.”
Kelly is almost shy about it, like he didn’t just watch the two of them fucking. He rubs himself through his sweats slowly, lip pinched between his teeth. He doesn’t take his eyes off Daniel’s face. “Like this?”
And fuck if Kelly isn’t kinkier than Daniel gave him credit for. “Kels,” Daniel warns, though he’s not entirely sure for what.
The fucker grins, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. He arches his hips and tugs his sweats down with shaking fingers, and he groans breathlessly when he gets his fist around his cock. It doesn’t take more than a few strokes for him to shudder and come all over himself, and Daniel smirks when Kelly does. There’s a whimper on Kelly’s lips and if Daniel wasn’t halfway to drunk and getting too old for this, he’s sure the sound alone could get him hard in an instant.
Sighing, Daniel leans over to turn off the bedside lamp. “Go the fuck to sleep,” he says, and he can feel Martin’s quiet laughter when he drops back onto the bed. He should go to his own room, but he can’t be bothered, and he likes the way Martin’s body feels pressed against his own better, anyways.
Martin’s lips move over Daniel’s skin softly, brushing feather light kisses against freckles and ink until he press a proper kiss to Daniel’s lips. He sighs contently, and Daniel knows he’s already been forgiven for the fucked up stunt he pulled tonight. “Milujem ťa.”
”Jeg elsker dig,” Daniel breathes, and Martin smiles against his lips and whispers, “I know.” And that’s good enough for Daniel.
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