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Title: Pilates
Author: Stateira
Beta: janetmourfaaill (EROEH)
Fandom RPF Football - English National
Characters / Pairing: Iker Casillas / Carles Puyol (Puyillas? Casyol? Ikerles? Capità (n)? Accepted proposals)
Rating: VM18, of course
Warning: Pilates is known to be good for your health.
Disclaimer: are not mine. Carles belongs to Catalonia, and Iker belongs to Carles. I only own a pug dog and imagination.
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The evil prompt is "Pilates"

He takes those positions slow, thoughtful, full of grace, which are one after the other in a continuum fluid. You do not see the grace, but his muscles, as so: swollen, almost motionless in the effort. The concentrated silence of the locker room takes away the attention of the ears, and it is as if all power is concentrated in the perceptive eyes that follow the cautious gestures of his arms upward, then downward, as in a breath.

What harm is there to spy on him a bit '? Believed to be left alone after that Del Bosque has gone to tell everyone to go and rest before the game.

Only your way to rest and get a hot shower long hours, and his is doing his exercises of pilates. Look

arching his back so unexpectedly supple, and with your right hand you hold the turn of the shorts, to warn you: do not bullshit, Iker Casillas, do not look like I wanted to try on your skin, the effect of her curls .

not work much: your penis responds to squeeze warning of marble making. The abdominal

Carles Puyol, even those are made of marble.

Protected blind angle shower room, you can still watch it undisturbed, with the voracity of the typical voyeurs.

Yet, it is not doing anything erotic.

not doing anything erotic?

His neck is contracted for a second alone, and suffered a drop of sweat slipped away. Then, he stretched out his arms, stretched out a leg, has relaxed the abdomen and slowly he let slip to the floor.

And then on.

Having sex with that maddening to be a slow torture.

Masturbating with that slow it already is.

Images to be lying under him, to be able to eat with our eyes as it moves in your abdomen, completely dominated. Each lunge who decides to take, take it to the last millimeter, pushing against you with his prodigious stomach that you can touch.

Decide that it takes to satisfy you endless hours of sex in full of the one made with hands, his tongue, legs and above her head. You have to enjoy every nerve of his body electric, and he will enjoy yourself a thousand times more, if only with those from defending his knees, tighten your pelvis to ask for more.

come while he is rising up, and you almost forget that you can not moan. It is he who will save you, covering your furtive sigh with the clang of the cabinet. You see it regain its towel, rummaging 'around, and I think now I want to take a shower.

A shower, yes, it'll take just a nice relaxing shower.

... O-ho.