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(What if) he's the one

Title: (What if) he's the one
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom RPF Football - English National
Characters / Pairing: Iker Casillas / Carles Puyol (always Puyillas question)
Rating: mmmh. R?
Warnings:
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 "authority". And Bannerozzo below was created in collaboration with janetmourfaaill which is always so dear.

Carles Puyol What is an institution in the field is unquestioned. It is much more of a captain, he belongs to a nearly extinct breed of leaders who can cross the field running to be the first to hug after a goal, or get punched in the head if you combine some disaster. He has the gift of a parent there without ever being intrusive, and hearing it in, when you need something.

younger kids always ask if they are nervous before the match, which respond yes or no, he sits two minutes with them, and do not know how, eventually, come in all fields with feet of fire determination.

beginning, it was very complicated relationship with him. Iker has had to face his natural suspicion that even his face "Hey, I'm the good character of history" has scratched. Carles is simply not convinced the clarity of human beings, and especially those who know best: the players. To do this, Iker has resulted in the only way that Carles had accepted from him, he raised his hands in plain sight and it is coated in without a word, letting him do whatever he wanted.

If he lived it wrong? Well, Catalan and his side of the marble experience than, say, you can even make the effort to endure.

Carles is rather abrupt in his manner, because its sweetness if it brings it in as a ransom to be paid little time. Iker can not think of anything more valuable than something as air, hidden in his curls like a reflection.

The It took all the patience in the world, to subdue him, and sometimes he just thought it was impossible to get because of its liquid eyes and resolute. With hindsight, it can be said to be happy to be a sentimental shit, and allowing the feelings to enter the field from the first minute. Carles has no doubts that he would never let the evil win, the double play, something that did not speak the same language as the disarming of his emotions.

now trust him. Approaching slowly, as is done with the wildlife of the woods, offering all his wisdom and his sincerity, stripping the smiles from photographs, Iker has done her day after day, one beer after another, word by word and only at the end, as a trophy, even her body is open to his hands, with millions of reserves and secrets.

The point is that. The point is that when you put Iker's between her legs, her eyes always passes through a flash of panic.

You can not miss a moment, that it goes like a snap, because he does not like to appear so vulnerable. Iker remembers the first time he has managed, with kindness, to reverse their positions, to roll over and tell him that he wanted to Carles entrargli inside as he had never wanted anything. His eyes were wide open the wounded that night, because they seemed to shred all the confidence that had gained so far. But he went on, resolute in wanting to bring along a new and very deep, where sex would find its natural place between the kisses, between the hours on the couch listening to music together, including the long talks and lunch together at the restaurant.

E Carles had completely understood, and had joined, walking with him as equals.

The flash of panic remains, although now spend hours and hours in bed, to move in perfect sync, you get the most pleasure from even the most subtle gestures of the fingers on the abdominal thesis, thrilling one another without inhibition, to explore both the pleasures of the body and intense eyes. That flash by now, it's only erotic Iker, who knows that to turn it off you must kiss the neck of a bull until it come Carles skin goose. He also learned that just begins to push his penis against the tight ring of muscles, nipples are swelling now Carles, and assume a flattened shape in horizontal curious if made to be crushed between his lips. Carles has nipples incredibly receptive to any type of stimulation: the left one is amazing, because as soon as Iker passes over the tongue and sucking it from under you hear his heart pumping furiously taking.

Over time, Carles had to face facts that Iker knows how to enjoy it in a thousand different ways: with his erection hot, first of all, with his perfect way to push inside of him without hurting him, despite the strength with which crashed into her pelvis. He holds it open with your hands to stretch all their nerves, and the first thrust, those still argue, drawing small circles inside of him that are crying blood in his ears. But it's the strokes that make the difference. They are the kissing that gives him on the shoulder, lost and confused, and totally, totally honest.

Carles is not nice, and does not feel good. Only Iker, Iker among all people of the universe, can make him feel wanted. Iker is just really crazy about its chips wild its thick lips and wide, awkward in his face, and this has upset the balance of power in bed, but also outside.

They no longer need to prove who is captain of the other. Carles maintains his charisma even when he is planted inside Iker and it does scream of pleasure. Because it allows him to do so, and why Iker has earned the right to do so. Are equivalent so that every gesture of their blends to create the purest antidote to any doubt.

Every time he touches it, it is to tell him that is his, and he will gladly take care of what he sees. The disarming smile that makes him be his after coming in, his "wow" swelled with emotion and embarrassment, is how to have sex with Iker.

And he wants more, more, more.

Sink your fingers into Iker's shoulder blades, and it seems that it is not enough, that nothing in the world will never be quite as deep as they are pushed her in that moment. And it's completely, wonderfully, totally happy, and the orgasm is the most powerful cry of abandonment of his life, and it is for him.