fic: straying from routine
title: straying from routine
pairing: feliciano lopez/fernando verdasco
rating: nc-17 (light bondage too)
disclaimer: fiction
this is for the lovely pretty_panther who was kind enough to help me out for a uni assignment (notice the title,bb? :P) plus she wrote beckham!fic so this is the least i could do :) what was originally going to be a few hundred words of smut turned into seventeen hundred words (or so) smut. i hope you like it, hunny :)
His fingers curled against the strong muscular bicep, skin warm and a little damp. Feliciano gripped at Fernando’s arm as he lifted himself up to plunge his tongue further into Fernando’s mouth. Clothes long gone, their bare bodies moulded together quite perfectly, a thin layer of sweat resting on their skin. Letting go of one arm, Feliciano reached up to grasp the ends of Fernando’s growing hair, trying to pull their bodies as close as possible. Fernando moved into the last inch between his legs. Keeping their lips still locked in the kiss, his hand wandered down and brushed against Feliciano’s entrance. Seconds later, Fernando found himself on his back with Feliciano straddling his hips.
“Not tonight,” Feliciano whispered against his lips as he crossed and pressed Fernando’s wrists against the pillows above his head. His tongue dived back into Fernando’s mouth, taking what he wanted without asking for permission. Fernando however does not comply willingly. He pushed his body hard against Feliciano’s, his hips bucking as he tried to break the hold on his wrists. But Feliciano was quick to pin down his body with his knees to either side of hips. He pressed down, his cock dragging over Fernando’s stomach.
“I said,” Feliciano growled, louder this time, “not tonight, Nando.”
Fernando’s body responded quicker than lightening, his cock hardening further, to a point where it was near painful. He groaned and arched his back, loving the sound of Feliciano taking charge. He didn’t reply though, not with words. Fernando only pushed against Feliciano’s grip, his eyes wide and dilated with sheer lust.
“Are you going to be good or should I tie you up? Hmm?” The grip on Fernando’s wrists tightened as Feliciano pulled back. The sight of Fernando underneath him sent a shock of pleasure down through his body. Clearly, they didn’t do this enough. He leaned down, kissing Fernando’s lips gently before moving towards his ear. “I’m going to get something to tie you up with. If you move, even an inch, you’ll regret it, Nando. I’m serious.” The smile on his lips belied the tone of his voice. With a lick to the shell of Fernando’s ear, Feliciano gracefully slithered off the bed and went to search for something that could act as a restraint.
He tried his best, he really did. Fernando didn’t move to scratch his nose when it suddenly became itchy and irritating. He didn’t arch his back in efforts to work out a knot that had suddenly formed there. It was only when he saw Feliciano bent over his suitcase rummaging for something did Fernando’s resolve break. His hand flew to his cock, which pulsed at the attention, his eyes closing. He however needed more...
“Fernando Versdasco Carmona, what the fuck did I tell you?”
Fernando whipped his eyes open and shuddered as Feliciano towered over his body. The use of his full name turned him on to a point where Fernando thought that if he didn’t come soon, he would die. However, dutifully, he retracted his hand and brought it up above his head once again, crossing them at the wrist. When Feliciano continued to just glare at him, expecting an answer, Fernando proceeded with a reply, his body shaking with need.
“Fuck Feli. Please. Do something... Just... Anything.”
Fernando’s rambling put a smile on Feliciano’s face and he crawled on top of him. Straddling his hips, Feliciano revealed what he had found, stretching his white Joma headband between his hands.
“Now,” he grinned devilishly, “We can tie you up or we can blindfold you. This is pretty handy for anything, really.”
Fernando’s wanton moan was an answer in itself, implying that Feliciano could do whatever the fuck he pleased with him. Tonight their roles had been reversed.
He surveyed the man underneath him for another moment until he decided that this was exactly how he wanted him. Fernando’s heartbeat pulsed steadily under his touch as Feliciano wrapped the cloth around his wrists. With a slight tap to Fernando’s fuzzy cheek, Feliciano settled between his legs after shifting off his body, admiring the stark contrast of the white band on dark tanned skin.
“So, Nando, tell me. Have you been fucked lately?” Feliciano shifted again so he could reach for the lubricant that sat on the hotel’s nightstand.
“No. You know that, Feli.”
Feliciano steeled his features as he applied some the gel onto his fingers before tossing the tube to the side. He simply brought a slick finger to Fernando’s entrance and dipped his head to his ear, his breath warm and tickling.
“Breathe.”
Without fail, Fernando tensed, his body rejecting the intrusion. But a caress to his stomach soothed his nerves and he mentally willed himself to relax. Feliciano just kept moving his finger in and out, watching for any telltale signs of pain. The sight of Fernando’s writhing body pushed all his buttons though, and seconds later, he pressed another finger along with the first.
“Feli,” Fernando called out as he arched his back. There was pain. He hadn’t been stretched like this in a long time but he knew it paled in comparison to how good it felt when Feliciano finally slid inside him.
After contemplating to add a third finger, Feliciano quickly disregarded it and slicked up his cock instead. Fernando was becoming impatient and though he’d love to teach him a lesson, Feliciano decided that could be saved for another time. Leaning down for a kiss, he lined up his cock against Fernando’s entrance and gave a steady pushed, smiling when Fernando groaned against his lips.
The thrusts were slow and gentle at first, just tiny pivots of hips. Feliciano slid one hand up Fernando’s restrained ones, loving the way Fernando tried to pushed his arms fruitfully against him. With a quick motion, Feliciano sped up his movements, and kept his lips near Fernando’s ear.
“You feel so good, Nando. So tight and warm. Do I feel like that, hmm? When you fuck me?”
Fernando moaned again, his cock twitching against his and Feliciano’s stomachs. Feliciano’s voice could turn on a monk, just like the sight of his naked body, or the look of seduction in his eyes. Feliciano has been his weakness. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, Fernando didn’t denying him of anything. Not even bottoming for him now.
“I think, Nando,” Feliciano cooed as he bit down on his earlobe, “I asked you a question.” He drove his cock deeper, harder into the warmth beneath him. Legs wrapped around his waist and he sunk a little further into Fernando, causing both men to whimper.
“Dios, Feli. N-nothing is like f-fucking you.” Every word was a struggle, especially with hard, sharp pace Feliciano had developed. He wanted to touch Feliciano, caress his skin, sink his fingers into shortened locks. He needed to touch Feliciano.
“So, I’m hotter? Tighter?”
“P-perfect. Fucking perfect, Feli.”
Feliciano smirked before moving to kiss Fernando’s lips once again. His tongue dipped just inside his mouth but only for a second before retreating to lick the contours of Fernando’s lips. He did this repeatedly, only letting up when Fernando protested with a whine. Feliciano let go of his hold on Fernando’s wrists and placed his palms flat on his hard chest as he began to fuck him faster. As the movement increased, so did the simulation to his prostate, and Fernando tossed his head from side to side, chanting Feliciano’s name, like a man possessed. He needed more.
“Feli, Feli, Feli. More. Please. Feli.”
The cries for him made Feliciano’s cock twitch inside the heated sheath, power coursing through his veins, down and into Fernando. It was a heady feeling. Feliciano moved his lips to Fernando’s collarbone, nipping and licking every inch of skin he could reach. The taste of Fernando’s skin was always spicy, like cloves of cinnamon. He had always liked cinnamon.
It was like every nerve in Fernando had been hot wired and he no longer knew what he was doing. Suddenly, his arm, hands still bound together, were thrown over Feliciano’s neck, and in a blink of an eye, bodies rolled. Now Feliciano was underneath Fernando, like countless times before. Fernando didn’t give Feliciano a chance to ask him what the hell he was thinking; instead, he crushed their lips together and began to ride him for all he was worth. Fernando’s cock rubbed between their bodies as he pushed down and up rigorously, crying out each time Feliciano hit his spot.
“T-touch me, Feli. Please.”
He complied, groaning into when Fernando’s squeezed around his cock at the feel of Feliciano’s hand around him. Their pace grew frantic as their need to come become all encompassing. With consistent hard twists, Fernando came, covering Feliciano’s hand. He slumped his spent body forward, moans still spilling out from his lips as Feliciano took over once again. Digging into Fernando’s hip with his free hand, Feliciano plunged as fast as he could, his thrusts becoming less shallow as his pending orgasm neared. Fernando slid his lips down his lover’s neck and bit down on just above Feliciano’s collarbone. With a shout and two more quick shoves, Feliciano came, his fingers sinking into Fernando’s long feathery curls.
After the slowing of their breaths, Fernando slid off to Feliciano’s side, his bound arms still around his neck as he pressed himself as close as he could get.
“You just couldn’t let me be in control, could you?” Feliciano asked with a teasing smile on his face. He pulled Fernando in after swatting him on his backside.
Fernando chuckled against his chest. “You were. You always are.” He lifted his arm off of Feliciano, his body pulling away slightly. Their eyes were locked on each other’s as he proceeded to slip his wrist out of the Joma headband resistant. Fernando flashed him a cheeky smile.
Growling, Feliciano pinned Fernando to the mattress, their tired bodies still tingling. “Oh, Nando. You are in so much trouble.”
pairing: feliciano lopez/fernando verdasco
rating: nc-17 (light bondage too)
disclaimer: fiction
this is for the lovely pretty_panther who was kind enough to help me out for a uni assignment (notice the title,bb? :P) plus she wrote beckham!fic so this is the least i could do :) what was originally going to be a few hundred words of smut turned into seventeen hundred words (or so) smut. i hope you like it, hunny :)
His fingers curled against the strong muscular bicep, skin warm and a little damp. Feliciano gripped at Fernando’s arm as he lifted himself up to plunge his tongue further into Fernando’s mouth. Clothes long gone, their bare bodies moulded together quite perfectly, a thin layer of sweat resting on their skin. Letting go of one arm, Feliciano reached up to grasp the ends of Fernando’s growing hair, trying to pull their bodies as close as possible. Fernando moved into the last inch between his legs. Keeping their lips still locked in the kiss, his hand wandered down and brushed against Feliciano’s entrance. Seconds later, Fernando found himself on his back with Feliciano straddling his hips.
“Not tonight,” Feliciano whispered against his lips as he crossed and pressed Fernando’s wrists against the pillows above his head. His tongue dived back into Fernando’s mouth, taking what he wanted without asking for permission. Fernando however does not comply willingly. He pushed his body hard against Feliciano’s, his hips bucking as he tried to break the hold on his wrists. But Feliciano was quick to pin down his body with his knees to either side of hips. He pressed down, his cock dragging over Fernando’s stomach.
“I said,” Feliciano growled, louder this time, “not tonight, Nando.”
Fernando’s body responded quicker than lightening, his cock hardening further, to a point where it was near painful. He groaned and arched his back, loving the sound of Feliciano taking charge. He didn’t reply though, not with words. Fernando only pushed against Feliciano’s grip, his eyes wide and dilated with sheer lust.
“Are you going to be good or should I tie you up? Hmm?” The grip on Fernando’s wrists tightened as Feliciano pulled back. The sight of Fernando underneath him sent a shock of pleasure down through his body. Clearly, they didn’t do this enough. He leaned down, kissing Fernando’s lips gently before moving towards his ear. “I’m going to get something to tie you up with. If you move, even an inch, you’ll regret it, Nando. I’m serious.” The smile on his lips belied the tone of his voice. With a lick to the shell of Fernando’s ear, Feliciano gracefully slithered off the bed and went to search for something that could act as a restraint.
He tried his best, he really did. Fernando didn’t move to scratch his nose when it suddenly became itchy and irritating. He didn’t arch his back in efforts to work out a knot that had suddenly formed there. It was only when he saw Feliciano bent over his suitcase rummaging for something did Fernando’s resolve break. His hand flew to his cock, which pulsed at the attention, his eyes closing. He however needed more...
“Fernando Versdasco Carmona, what the fuck did I tell you?”
Fernando whipped his eyes open and shuddered as Feliciano towered over his body. The use of his full name turned him on to a point where Fernando thought that if he didn’t come soon, he would die. However, dutifully, he retracted his hand and brought it up above his head once again, crossing them at the wrist. When Feliciano continued to just glare at him, expecting an answer, Fernando proceeded with a reply, his body shaking with need.
“Fuck Feli. Please. Do something... Just... Anything.”
Fernando’s rambling put a smile on Feliciano’s face and he crawled on top of him. Straddling his hips, Feliciano revealed what he had found, stretching his white Joma headband between his hands.
“Now,” he grinned devilishly, “We can tie you up or we can blindfold you. This is pretty handy for anything, really.”
Fernando’s wanton moan was an answer in itself, implying that Feliciano could do whatever the fuck he pleased with him. Tonight their roles had been reversed.
He surveyed the man underneath him for another moment until he decided that this was exactly how he wanted him. Fernando’s heartbeat pulsed steadily under his touch as Feliciano wrapped the cloth around his wrists. With a slight tap to Fernando’s fuzzy cheek, Feliciano settled between his legs after shifting off his body, admiring the stark contrast of the white band on dark tanned skin.
“So, Nando, tell me. Have you been fucked lately?” Feliciano shifted again so he could reach for the lubricant that sat on the hotel’s nightstand.
“No. You know that, Feli.”
Feliciano steeled his features as he applied some the gel onto his fingers before tossing the tube to the side. He simply brought a slick finger to Fernando’s entrance and dipped his head to his ear, his breath warm and tickling.
“Breathe.”
Without fail, Fernando tensed, his body rejecting the intrusion. But a caress to his stomach soothed his nerves and he mentally willed himself to relax. Feliciano just kept moving his finger in and out, watching for any telltale signs of pain. The sight of Fernando’s writhing body pushed all his buttons though, and seconds later, he pressed another finger along with the first.
“Feli,” Fernando called out as he arched his back. There was pain. He hadn’t been stretched like this in a long time but he knew it paled in comparison to how good it felt when Feliciano finally slid inside him.
After contemplating to add a third finger, Feliciano quickly disregarded it and slicked up his cock instead. Fernando was becoming impatient and though he’d love to teach him a lesson, Feliciano decided that could be saved for another time. Leaning down for a kiss, he lined up his cock against Fernando’s entrance and gave a steady pushed, smiling when Fernando groaned against his lips.
The thrusts were slow and gentle at first, just tiny pivots of hips. Feliciano slid one hand up Fernando’s restrained ones, loving the way Fernando tried to pushed his arms fruitfully against him. With a quick motion, Feliciano sped up his movements, and kept his lips near Fernando’s ear.
“You feel so good, Nando. So tight and warm. Do I feel like that, hmm? When you fuck me?”
Fernando moaned again, his cock twitching against his and Feliciano’s stomachs. Feliciano’s voice could turn on a monk, just like the sight of his naked body, or the look of seduction in his eyes. Feliciano has been his weakness. Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, Fernando didn’t denying him of anything. Not even bottoming for him now.
“I think, Nando,” Feliciano cooed as he bit down on his earlobe, “I asked you a question.” He drove his cock deeper, harder into the warmth beneath him. Legs wrapped around his waist and he sunk a little further into Fernando, causing both men to whimper.
“Dios, Feli. N-nothing is like f-fucking you.” Every word was a struggle, especially with hard, sharp pace Feliciano had developed. He wanted to touch Feliciano, caress his skin, sink his fingers into shortened locks. He needed to touch Feliciano.
“So, I’m hotter? Tighter?”
“P-perfect. Fucking perfect, Feli.”
Feliciano smirked before moving to kiss Fernando’s lips once again. His tongue dipped just inside his mouth but only for a second before retreating to lick the contours of Fernando’s lips. He did this repeatedly, only letting up when Fernando protested with a whine. Feliciano let go of his hold on Fernando’s wrists and placed his palms flat on his hard chest as he began to fuck him faster. As the movement increased, so did the simulation to his prostate, and Fernando tossed his head from side to side, chanting Feliciano’s name, like a man possessed. He needed more.
“Feli, Feli, Feli. More. Please. Feli.”
The cries for him made Feliciano’s cock twitch inside the heated sheath, power coursing through his veins, down and into Fernando. It was a heady feeling. Feliciano moved his lips to Fernando’s collarbone, nipping and licking every inch of skin he could reach. The taste of Fernando’s skin was always spicy, like cloves of cinnamon. He had always liked cinnamon.
It was like every nerve in Fernando had been hot wired and he no longer knew what he was doing. Suddenly, his arm, hands still bound together, were thrown over Feliciano’s neck, and in a blink of an eye, bodies rolled. Now Feliciano was underneath Fernando, like countless times before. Fernando didn’t give Feliciano a chance to ask him what the hell he was thinking; instead, he crushed their lips together and began to ride him for all he was worth. Fernando’s cock rubbed between their bodies as he pushed down and up rigorously, crying out each time Feliciano hit his spot.
“T-touch me, Feli. Please.”
He complied, groaning into when Fernando’s squeezed around his cock at the feel of Feliciano’s hand around him. Their pace grew frantic as their need to come become all encompassing. With consistent hard twists, Fernando came, covering Feliciano’s hand. He slumped his spent body forward, moans still spilling out from his lips as Feliciano took over once again. Digging into Fernando’s hip with his free hand, Feliciano plunged as fast as he could, his thrusts becoming less shallow as his pending orgasm neared. Fernando slid his lips down his lover’s neck and bit down on just above Feliciano’s collarbone. With a shout and two more quick shoves, Feliciano came, his fingers sinking into Fernando’s long feathery curls.
After the slowing of their breaths, Fernando slid off to Feliciano’s side, his bound arms still around his neck as he pressed himself as close as he could get.
“You just couldn’t let me be in control, could you?” Feliciano asked with a teasing smile on his face. He pulled Fernando in after swatting him on his backside.
Fernando chuckled against his chest. “You were. You always are.” He lifted his arm off of Feliciano, his body pulling away slightly. Their eyes were locked on each other’s as he proceeded to slip his wrist out of the Joma headband resistant. Fernando flashed him a cheeky smile.
Growling, Feliciano pinned Fernando to the mattress, their tired bodies still tingling. “Oh, Nando. You are in so much trouble.”