keys party pt3
title: different tonight
pairing: cesc fabregas/david villa
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
warning: contains kink
keys party number three
this makes me nervous. kink is not my thing (though i love it when others do) but i wanted to try it. feedback is loved and appreciated.
This is something he needs, David rationalizes in his head as he tries to remain still on his knees. He looks up at Cesc, who watches him with a careful gaze as he sips a glass of dark rich red wine leisurely . He also tries to forget the fact that he is completely naked where as the younger man is fully clothed. It’s the luck of the draw, toss of the coin.
After bitching just a little about getting each other, both men had agreed to come up with an idea to make the evening a little more interesting (this was Guti’s party after all). It had been Cesc who proposed the idea to flip a coin to see who would control the events of the evening and then proceed from there. Somehow it had worked in the young Catalan’s favour and David now finds himself on his knees in front of a contemplating Cesc.
“Could you hurry the fu-”
David’s words are cut off by the grip of Cesc’s fingers on his jaw. Besides a hint of a smirk, there is no sign of friendliness on the younger man’s face. David glares but it doesn’t bother Cesc one bit.
“You may have forgotten but I am in charge tonight. That means,” Cesc pauses, his grip relaxing to allow his fingers to caress David’s jaw instead, “You don’t talk until I tell you to. You don’t do anything until I tell you. And most importantly, you don’t come until I tell you to. Do we have an understanding? Or this stops right now.”
David continues to glare up at the young midfielder but he couldn’t deny that this whole scenario, Cesc towering over him like he was, is incredibly sexy and turning him on like he couldn’t believe. Sex with Silva is fun but always vanilla and never this exhilarating. He nods slowly, not wanting to appear to be too enthusiastic.
“Not good enough,” Cesc chastises. He keeps his fingers light and soothing on David’s skin. “I need words, Villa.” He actually doesn’t but he finds it more fun this way, especially when he can feel David grind his jaw under his touch.
“I understand.”
The hard look Cesc gives him makes David swallow uneasily. This by no means is going to be easy and Cesc isn’t helping at all. David averts his eyes only to have his chin gripped tightly once again.
“Come on, David. You know what I want to hear. Just say it and then maybe I’ll think about fucking you.”
The words and tone of Cesc voice sends shivers down his spine, makes his cock harden further. His eyes rise and he sees Cesc’s are smiling despite the hard line of his lips. David relaxes a little. A game, that’s all this is.
“I understand, sir.”
“Good boy. See, I knew you had it in you.” Cesc slips his fingers down to caress the soft skin of his neck. “Get up and undress me.”
As David gets up off his knees, the suddenly electric air surrounds him. He undresses the younger man slowly, carefully all the while thinking that Cesc couldn’t be any sexier than in this moment (well unless he was wearing his captain’s armband).
Once devoid of clothing, Cesc trails the fingers of one hand against his chest, teasing. He taps on his collarbone.
“Kiss it.”
David’s eyes narrow in lust as he obeys immediately. Leaning in, he pokes out his tongue and licks a long line, his arms still by his side when he wants nothing more than to touch the Catalan. But he hasn’t been given permission. Not yet.
A hand slips into his hair, gently prodding him to go lower so David complies. He begins to lick at Cesc’s left nipple, applying little nips before moving to the right. He can feel the strong body tremble beneath him and it makes him a little proud. He smiles against Cesc’s sternum before licking down taut muscles. Lowering down to his knees once again, David skips the rest and wraps his lips around the head of Cesc’s cock instead. The grip in his hair tightens but doesn’t stop or deter him in any way. He gets in about two strokes before he is being hauled to his feet. The raw need in Cesc’s eyes makes David smirk but not for long as he is pushed towards the bed.
He lands on his back and gets comfortable as the younger man walks around to the bedside table. The sight of Cesc’ body, hard and tight muscles, has a lasting effect on him that it takes all of David’s will to not touch himself. Though, he muses to himself, it would be interesting to see what Cesc would do...
“What do you think you are doing?”
David tries, he really does, to look innocent, to not smile. “Nothing...sir.”
Cesc’s eyes pointedly glance at the hand on his dick before moving up to meet David’s. “Doesn’t fucking look like nothing now does it?” He moves forward and gets onto the bed, next to the other man but keeps his distance. “I guess I could always tie you up and see if I can get Silva to play with me instead.” When he gets the growl he expects, Cesc leans forward and pats David’s cheek. “You don’t like that?”
David’s hands fall away, his eyes hard as he looks to Cesc. “I... I’ll behave, sir.”
“Good.” And with another pat to his cheek, Cesc hands him the tube of lubricant before moving to the foot of the bed. “Get yourself ready but don’t touch your cock.”
It’s more difficult than he first thinks; to open himself, prepare himself but neglect the neediest part of his body. But Cesc’s hot and scrutinizing gaze makes sure he doesn’t defer from his task and soon enough David is struggling to keep his composure with three fingers inside himself.
“Ce-Sir... Do something.”
“Are you telling me, David?”
David grits through clenched teeth. Suddenly he’s not sure if he can do this or not. It’s too fucking difficult, to give in, to take orders, to submit. But then there’s a flicker of something tangible in the younger man’s eyes that makes David shiver and shake head instead.
“No, sir.”
“Good. Now take your fingers out,” Cesc replies in an even tone as he reaches for the discarded lubricant and applies it to his length after he rolls on a condom. He strokes himself for a moment, basking under David’s intent gaze.
Upon noticing the twitch in David’s fingers that lay against the sheets restlessly, Cesc decides they both have had enough teasing for the night. He slides off the bed and moves to the corner, patting the mattress in front of him. David complies, shuffling on his knees until he is face to face with Cesc.
“Turn around.”
Once he does, Cesc shoves him down, leaving his backside bare and open for his liking. Gently, he touches the soft skin. There’s a noise, too quiet to be a moan so Cesc ignores it. Instead, he takes away his hand and brings it back down so quickly, the meeting of the skins makes a reverberating sound in the room.
The smack shocks David and he looks over his shoulder, his eyes wide, his mouth slack. Before he can comment however, another slap is applied to his skin and this time he jumps a little at the intensity.
“Do you like that?” Cesc asks, his palm flat and now soothing the abused skin.
David nods but the glare he receives has him correcting his actions immediately. “Yes, sir.”
Cesc smirks as he goes ahead and smacks him a few more times. It isn’t until he stops to run a finger down David’s entrance does he receive a moan, loud and clear in Cesc’s ears. Deciding to have had enough, Cesc grips David’s hips tightly as he pushes in without warning.
David cries out, the word ’fuck!’ earning him another hard smack. It’s all too much, the overwhelming sensation of Cesc’s cock thrusting into him relentlessly, the burn of Cesc’s palm on his skin. But before he could even think to wrap his fingers around his desperate cock, Cesc’s pulls him forward, flushing his back to his chest. Now with every thrust not only is his prostrate being met but his cock also rubs against the sheets painfully. He needs to come. Now.
“Cesc... Sir. I- Make me come.”
The forced out words turn on Cesc incredibly more so. His hips quicken and he can feel his orgasm approaching.
“So?”
“Please!” David no longer cares about how he sounds (though he knows he’s needy and desperate and whiny). He pushes his hips back, furtively trying to making the younger man succumb to his will. “Please, sir.”
“How?”
“Touch me. Please just touch me.”
And Cesc complies because he can feel his own orgasm nearing. Wrapping his fingers around the hard cock, Cesc matches his strokes to his thrusts. It’s hard and fast and unrelenting but fuck, they come with such intensity, everything else doesn’t matter.
Seconds later, David slumps against the sheets with Cesc following. Their skin is plastered together by sweat and fatigue takes over their bodies. Consequently, they remain together, not worried about cleaning up just yet.
Cesc pushes his nose into the crook of David’s neck and licks off a bead of sweat there. “We need to this again.”
Pushing his hips back against Cesc’s softening cock, David’s voice is light yet serious. “Of course, sir.
pairing: cesc fabregas/david villa
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
warning: contains kink
keys party number three
this makes me nervous. kink is not my thing (though i love it when others do) but i wanted to try it. feedback is loved and appreciated.
This is something he needs, David rationalizes in his head as he tries to remain still on his knees. He looks up at Cesc, who watches him with a careful gaze as he sips a glass of dark rich red wine leisurely . He also tries to forget the fact that he is completely naked where as the younger man is fully clothed. It’s the luck of the draw, toss of the coin.
After bitching just a little about getting each other, both men had agreed to come up with an idea to make the evening a little more interesting (this was Guti’s party after all). It had been Cesc who proposed the idea to flip a coin to see who would control the events of the evening and then proceed from there. Somehow it had worked in the young Catalan’s favour and David now finds himself on his knees in front of a contemplating Cesc.
“Could you hurry the fu-”
David’s words are cut off by the grip of Cesc’s fingers on his jaw. Besides a hint of a smirk, there is no sign of friendliness on the younger man’s face. David glares but it doesn’t bother Cesc one bit.
“You may have forgotten but I am in charge tonight. That means,” Cesc pauses, his grip relaxing to allow his fingers to caress David’s jaw instead, “You don’t talk until I tell you to. You don’t do anything until I tell you. And most importantly, you don’t come until I tell you to. Do we have an understanding? Or this stops right now.”
David continues to glare up at the young midfielder but he couldn’t deny that this whole scenario, Cesc towering over him like he was, is incredibly sexy and turning him on like he couldn’t believe. Sex with Silva is fun but always vanilla and never this exhilarating. He nods slowly, not wanting to appear to be too enthusiastic.
“Not good enough,” Cesc chastises. He keeps his fingers light and soothing on David’s skin. “I need words, Villa.” He actually doesn’t but he finds it more fun this way, especially when he can feel David grind his jaw under his touch.
“I understand.”
The hard look Cesc gives him makes David swallow uneasily. This by no means is going to be easy and Cesc isn’t helping at all. David averts his eyes only to have his chin gripped tightly once again.
“Come on, David. You know what I want to hear. Just say it and then maybe I’ll think about fucking you.”
The words and tone of Cesc voice sends shivers down his spine, makes his cock harden further. His eyes rise and he sees Cesc’s are smiling despite the hard line of his lips. David relaxes a little. A game, that’s all this is.
“I understand, sir.”
“Good boy. See, I knew you had it in you.” Cesc slips his fingers down to caress the soft skin of his neck. “Get up and undress me.”
As David gets up off his knees, the suddenly electric air surrounds him. He undresses the younger man slowly, carefully all the while thinking that Cesc couldn’t be any sexier than in this moment (well unless he was wearing his captain’s armband).
Once devoid of clothing, Cesc trails the fingers of one hand against his chest, teasing. He taps on his collarbone.
“Kiss it.”
David’s eyes narrow in lust as he obeys immediately. Leaning in, he pokes out his tongue and licks a long line, his arms still by his side when he wants nothing more than to touch the Catalan. But he hasn’t been given permission. Not yet.
A hand slips into his hair, gently prodding him to go lower so David complies. He begins to lick at Cesc’s left nipple, applying little nips before moving to the right. He can feel the strong body tremble beneath him and it makes him a little proud. He smiles against Cesc’s sternum before licking down taut muscles. Lowering down to his knees once again, David skips the rest and wraps his lips around the head of Cesc’s cock instead. The grip in his hair tightens but doesn’t stop or deter him in any way. He gets in about two strokes before he is being hauled to his feet. The raw need in Cesc’s eyes makes David smirk but not for long as he is pushed towards the bed.
He lands on his back and gets comfortable as the younger man walks around to the bedside table. The sight of Cesc’ body, hard and tight muscles, has a lasting effect on him that it takes all of David’s will to not touch himself. Though, he muses to himself, it would be interesting to see what Cesc would do...
“What do you think you are doing?”
David tries, he really does, to look innocent, to not smile. “Nothing...sir.”
Cesc’s eyes pointedly glance at the hand on his dick before moving up to meet David’s. “Doesn’t fucking look like nothing now does it?” He moves forward and gets onto the bed, next to the other man but keeps his distance. “I guess I could always tie you up and see if I can get Silva to play with me instead.” When he gets the growl he expects, Cesc leans forward and pats David’s cheek. “You don’t like that?”
David’s hands fall away, his eyes hard as he looks to Cesc. “I... I’ll behave, sir.”
“Good.” And with another pat to his cheek, Cesc hands him the tube of lubricant before moving to the foot of the bed. “Get yourself ready but don’t touch your cock.”
It’s more difficult than he first thinks; to open himself, prepare himself but neglect the neediest part of his body. But Cesc’s hot and scrutinizing gaze makes sure he doesn’t defer from his task and soon enough David is struggling to keep his composure with three fingers inside himself.
“Ce-Sir... Do something.”
“Are you telling me, David?”
David grits through clenched teeth. Suddenly he’s not sure if he can do this or not. It’s too fucking difficult, to give in, to take orders, to submit. But then there’s a flicker of something tangible in the younger man’s eyes that makes David shiver and shake head instead.
“No, sir.”
“Good. Now take your fingers out,” Cesc replies in an even tone as he reaches for the discarded lubricant and applies it to his length after he rolls on a condom. He strokes himself for a moment, basking under David’s intent gaze.
Upon noticing the twitch in David’s fingers that lay against the sheets restlessly, Cesc decides they both have had enough teasing for the night. He slides off the bed and moves to the corner, patting the mattress in front of him. David complies, shuffling on his knees until he is face to face with Cesc.
“Turn around.”
Once he does, Cesc shoves him down, leaving his backside bare and open for his liking. Gently, he touches the soft skin. There’s a noise, too quiet to be a moan so Cesc ignores it. Instead, he takes away his hand and brings it back down so quickly, the meeting of the skins makes a reverberating sound in the room.
The smack shocks David and he looks over his shoulder, his eyes wide, his mouth slack. Before he can comment however, another slap is applied to his skin and this time he jumps a little at the intensity.
“Do you like that?” Cesc asks, his palm flat and now soothing the abused skin.
David nods but the glare he receives has him correcting his actions immediately. “Yes, sir.”
Cesc smirks as he goes ahead and smacks him a few more times. It isn’t until he stops to run a finger down David’s entrance does he receive a moan, loud and clear in Cesc’s ears. Deciding to have had enough, Cesc grips David’s hips tightly as he pushes in without warning.
David cries out, the word ’fuck!’ earning him another hard smack. It’s all too much, the overwhelming sensation of Cesc’s cock thrusting into him relentlessly, the burn of Cesc’s palm on his skin. But before he could even think to wrap his fingers around his desperate cock, Cesc’s pulls him forward, flushing his back to his chest. Now with every thrust not only is his prostrate being met but his cock also rubs against the sheets painfully. He needs to come. Now.
“Cesc... Sir. I- Make me come.”
The forced out words turn on Cesc incredibly more so. His hips quicken and he can feel his orgasm approaching.
“So?”
“Please!” David no longer cares about how he sounds (though he knows he’s needy and desperate and whiny). He pushes his hips back, furtively trying to making the younger man succumb to his will. “Please, sir.”
“How?”
“Touch me. Please just touch me.”
And Cesc complies because he can feel his own orgasm nearing. Wrapping his fingers around the hard cock, Cesc matches his strokes to his thrusts. It’s hard and fast and unrelenting but fuck, they come with such intensity, everything else doesn’t matter.
Seconds later, David slumps against the sheets with Cesc following. Their skin is plastered together by sweat and fatigue takes over their bodies. Consequently, they remain together, not worried about cleaning up just yet.
Cesc pushes his nose into the crook of David’s neck and licks off a bead of sweat there. “We need to this again.”
Pushing his hips back against Cesc’s softening cock, David’s voice is light yet serious. “Of course, sir.