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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.

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What's your kinko?

Title: what's your kinko?
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom RPF Football - English National
Characters / Pairing: Sergio Ramos / Fernando Torres (Seeeernandoh!)
Rating: Definitely VM18
Warnings: porn are two thousand words, eh. I tell you.
Disclaimer: are not mine. If they were mine, Nando prostitutes in a strip club and Sergio would be her pimp, then you do.
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The prompt is evil "Kink". Thanks to whoever prompt ...

- I am ... my abs. -

- No. -

- My smile? -

- Nor. -

- So what? Oh, that's my style in general, do you? -

- Aaaaaacqua. -

Sergio frowned, but let it go. - So, I do not know, eyes? -

- No. -

- Hair? -

- Mh. Shotfirer. -

- Oh, finally. The hair, let's see ... My neck? -

- No. -

- E 'for how I take them? Why are long? -

- Are you on track. - Sergio

put up a concentrated expression and slowed the bite of the stuffed olives that was fishing from a bowl. Gradually, as more and more options that excluded, brightened with understanding. - No. The band for the hair? -

- You guessed it. - Fernando granted, raised for the purpose of interrogation. Indeed, confirming the fact that the speech was closed, stretched his legs on the sofa, passing with the feet instead that Sergio was sitting in order to extend toward the table where he had put his precious olives.

Sergio's tickled his fingers absently, still chewing. Nando had already wearing the suit for the cool-down session in the gym, as if he saw the time to go. Sergio A somewhat 'gave trouble, that impression: tiracchiandogli remedied pants at the knees so that the strap loose slip a bit' down.

Fernando who had just opened one eye closed for a nap.

- Explain. - Sergio murmured, concentrated. If up until the moment before he had enjoyed playing the puzzles with him, now he felt he could no longer live without knowing why Nando was attracted by the elastic strap that he used to keep order in his head.

Fernando crossed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes again, spiandolo only by an invisible crack between the lashes. With the naturalness with which he talked about his favorite dish, and his voice slightly hoarse from sleep, he said - I'd like you to take it and that I used to tie my wrists to the headboard. Or, I'd also like it to be the only thing that I held him during sex. If you you to put here, in between my legs and I held you up with your arms while pushing, I could see your hair that you whip the neck, all held back by the band and, you know, it would be crazy. I think I would come immediately. -

Sergio exhaled all the air out his lungs with a long breath. He smiled, because he felt dumbed down by the response of Nando. If not expected by him, this kind of submission fantasies, and a little 'afraid to put them into practice. She ran two fingers on his forehead, looking unconsciously elastic band that was there, black, with the bullet markers that glow with a white Nike stubborn. Nando followed him to the corner of my eye, but did not move.

Neither moved for long moments, while the tension grew.

"Next, try it, "said a voice similar to that of Nando, the head of Sergio. "Next. He wants it, want it too. And you have so little time. "

was a low blow, that, because Sergio knew that the little time he was not guilty of training in the gym. It was more than infinitesimal, it strangling, a time made of very fine grains of sand slipping down to incastrarglisi throat.

Fernando looked at him with his sad expression as if they were complicit in his thoughts. In fact, perhaps, but just to use those eyes of his cat for him to do the first move.

Sergio leaned over him without thinking about it, and the first thing the rose away sweatpants with whom he had to say so far. Give them to discover the area slipped from the foot of his left calf warm there because he had been leaning against your back. Fernando betrayed his impatience reaching out a hand, like to invite you to relax on him but at that point, Sergio had become too much like him to allow him to get right to the point. He put the palms wide open on the inside of his knees and opened them to him, earning a sigh of Nanda, who found very appropriate.

boxerini He was wearing blue melange of those innocent-looking devastatingly that only he could lead without seeming ease with that emerging from a teen porn.

crawled up to sink the nose and lips in the magical concoction formed under the cotton from the penis of Nando, his testicles and his hair soft. She inhaled the smell of soap along with that cozy, clean and reassuring, and began to torture him with soft kisses left at random points on the boxer. Gave him the opening, by contracting all the muscles of legs, testicles and then, on and on, slowly. Traced all the erection, the glans and only when he found he opened his mouth and made him feel the language, and Fernando felt die. Within moments, the whole fabric wet with her saliva, leaving dark stains clearly visible. Clenched between his lips cotton, and meat that was under it, and when Nando tries to grab the strap of the boxer to take them off, forcefully put his head in his hands to stop him. Fernando grabbed her hair, looking eagerly just the band that held them still. Just happened, Sergio realized that was not the first time I heard him do. Before then, there had never noticed.

He left wallowing with his fingers in his hair, and finally gave him the satisfaction of releasing the shorts. Fernando hyperventilation and immediately returned to the position he's had, without even knowing if he wanted the coup de grace or be tortured some more '. Sergio

But he pulled up, and a second Nando had a horrible feeling it was going to leave. In a panic, jumped to grab his arm, and two eyes made him so terrified Sergio was afraid that, without even knowing why. For this, and once you understand that he had misunderstood, I do not ridicule, in fact, allowed him to keep him close his wrist as he undid his pants and stripped for him. He did not want to laugh at nonsense that had made Nando, his liquid eyes and full of sex and desire with kisses.

- Lubricant. - Whispered, breaking the mood of expectation.

Nando reached out behind him, moved him a bit 'in the dark glass on the table beside the sofa, and finally handed him a jar from the air aseptically. Sergio mentally hoped that the hotel maid could not read English, and swore he would never let the lubricant around the room, in the case to one of their comrades had got the idea to make them impromptu.

sank her fingers into the jar and took away a considerable amount of lubricant cream. Fernando looked at him without ever beating their brows, not to miss even one frame of the wonderful spectacle that was Sergio while he held a sticky cream almost to the hilt, with the South African sun that gilded the skin.

He returned and picked up on all fours on the couch with a snapping motion of the pelvis of Fernando, who screamed like he was finally fed to a beast. The widened her thighs with his, and closed his eyes to find an absolute, sacred concentration, before starting to go slowly in Nando.

slipped inside and was a marvel, inch by inch, to imagine him without even the slightest pain. He held his breath as Sergio stimulated the intolerably entrandogli in gently. He felt he had come to the end when, for a moment, he felt the sweet feeling of a caress between her legs, in the most intimate of all his body, and after Sergio relaxed completely over him, hugging him hard.

He wanted to tell him that he had never wanted so much as now, but his breath was lost when Sergio, with an evident effort to maintain balance his self-control, you can hand on her head and pulled net of the elastic strap. Went out to a sort of whining that made him blush with shame, and at the same time, Sergio wet his lips, almost overwhelmed before you start. Twisted the band to form an eight, and forced to stuffing them with Nando's wrists. He moved as little as possible, not to give incentives, and this made him mad. Brought him his wrists tied behind the neck and held them to him there. Nando, then tried to get what he wanted arching strongly toward him, and wraps her legs around his waist, but was only pushed the soft and not too deep, not even remotely quenched his immense frustration.

- Please ... - he whispered. With a flick of the wrist, he did stretch the rubber band, and groaned at the thought of being tied up.

Sergio looked at him in the eye with an affection and devotion that anyone would have seemed excessive, even dangerous. To anyone except the two of them, who were not afraid of drowning every time a bit 'more than one inside the other, as was happening at that moment, with Sergio pushing gently, without haste. He drew circles with delicious movement of the pelvis, each time rubbing against the most sensitive and wonderfully made moan Fernando for the agony of pleasure.

without actually asking permission, began to increase the speed of pushing, slowly and to be less attention paid to all those with whom he had fondled her Nando until then. Now, they both need to enjoy as much as possible, only that. Sergio sank his teeth on Nando's neck and moaned furiously, but did not give up the grip on his hands, still blocked by the band. For each thrust, his abdomen produced a dry snap slam down hard on that of Nando, while he pulled him inside relentlessly, using all his strength in his legs for spingerselo thoroughly.

Sergio at that point, he had eaten almost all his self-control, and every peep, every "yes, yes" Fernando blew it kills him inside. Fernando was so willing to show him how much he pleases, what he was doing crazy to enjoy that rush of being taken from his hands and grabbed his wrist tangling nell'elastico, in the midst of his. Thus, we can distinguish the wrist Nando beating fiercely. The bit her throat again with fury, and suddenly, everything around him, broke the heart of Nando in his stomach and down her legs, and in its own pressures. Lost almost completely the ability to coordinate and ended up pushing violently into Fernando, using even the knees.

He opened his eyes and looked dazed the strap that held captive in his hands and that of Sergio: The Nike symbol was directed toward him, and he brought it to his mouth and bit him hard, and l & rsquo ; the orgasm burst out with vehemence. He screamed out of control, and Sergio with him.

- I do not hold back anymore. - Confessed to fatigue, split between breaths.

Fernando looked at him straight in the eye, and made him feel even more than before its total submission, his willingness to suffer the worst abuse imaginable by his wonderful bird.

Sergio broke up suddenly with a few thrusts disjointed, splashing into Fernando until the last project, before collapsing, exhausted.

Their hands were still tangled, but neither had the slightest desire to move, they were exhausted. Limit themselves to adjust so that Nando was not too crushed by Sergio, and he could already do Nando wrinkled feet and he made sure to place them among those of Sergio, warm.

Sergio chuckled and gave him welcomes the privilege. Keeping your eyes closed, kissed anywhere on the chin. - It's better if we loose now. - Muttered. - Before you fall asleep like that. -

- we have to? - Fernando protested. - Let me live my kink to the end. -

- Your what? -

- Kink. The band. -

- kinko is said in English? -

- No! - Fernando chuckled, with the little energy he had left. - No, that thing is kind of kink that makes you lose your head. Hmmm, I do not want to explain it now. We can stay like this? I can feel your pulse on your wrist. -

would never, ever managed to say no, if I put it.

- Okay. Tomorrow, however, explain to me what is good kinko. -

- The kink. - Fernando rubbed her nose against the cheek of Sergio, and when he had his attention innocently taken to biting his lower lip.

- I'll explain, but only if you tell me what is yours. -