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Fic: Quechua Toma! Pilates

Title: Toma Queco!
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom RPF Football - English National
Characters / Pairing: Iker Casillas / Carles Puyol (Puyillas)
Rating: Mmmh, R?
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 prompt is evil "Quechua". No comment, really.

Everything was working so well.

The fight had become hot, the clothes flew everywhere, Carles was struggling like a bull not to be put under and Iker already looking forward to the taste of Italian dinner which would be made later forgiven.

Touch it, in the excitement that preceded the actual sex, she put him nervous euphoria. Grabbed him, dropping it on the bed, but was off balance and he knew that would not be easy.

Then, there was a dry fall, and soon after, an unmistakable clicking of hooves horrified him.

- God, no! - Said, just as the Quechua looked on the bed with his nose blunt. - Hunting the beast out of the room! -

Soon after, a commotion excitedly reported that Iker was sat up, fumbling with his hands to find the covers to hide with two pairs of eyes looked at him with that expression disturbingly similar.

Puyol snorted and sat up, leaning against a side with maddening slowness to weigh how much it disturbed him that abrupt, and the sheep echoed by emitting a kind of full grunt of disapproval.

- Come, come. - He called his master, gently. He gave her a pat on the nose and whispered something in Catalan, certainly something about what was stupid and rude the Madrid shit.

- Why do not you give up? This is also his home. - Replied, pointing out not too implication that the sheep had more right to be there than I had him, the man with whom she having an affair.

- It is chewing my underwear. -

- Patience. It will put another pair. -

- Carles! By God, I do not want the sheep in the room while I try to have sex with you! -

Carles was not used to seeing him make a fool, but did not impress much. - I do not understand that bother me give you, poor Quechua. -

- is here and it makes me the nose on his chest, just for starters. -

- He just wants to make friends with you. -

- not sex as we do, thanks. -

The captain of Barça drew his knees to his chest, upset. - If it's an excuse, just say so. -

- It is not an excuse! - Iker exploded indignantly. To turn to him he had to bend one leg back, he was so erect, and until a second before it was touching everywhere as if it were was made of pure gold, and she had kissed her lips and pressing his nose wherever he could. When he came down on his belly, he had almost had to cry because it was too much to bear. Frankly, I wondered where it had its head, to think that he wanted to.

- Let's do this. - Sighed, conciliatory. - You make out the Quechua for a while '. In return, will sleep here tonight at the foot of the bed. What do you think? -

Carles frowned slightly sopraccigliae after evaluating the proposal, accepted with a grimace.

- Thank goodness. - External Iker, following prey with eyes Carles rising and that pushes the sheep patiently outside the room letto.Finalmente had her orgasm: she felt she deserve it more than anyone else in the world.

- About. - Pointed out, going back, but Iker was on him without giving him time to speak. Carles automatically began to oppose it delicious that the resistance is completely reabsorbed into the universe of explosive sex with his magnificent Catalan. Rise when the bed began to show signs of strain, and the headboard banged hard against the wall, producing a series of raps that echo their movements were furious.

slowed down a bit ', muttering something about not wanting to sleep on the floor.

Carles But bowed his head, Iker and only then he realized that his skills were not the cause of the uproar amatory.