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One would have thought that after those torturous weeks with no sex his self control would be paper thin, ready to shatter by a tiniest push, but no.
Instead he wonders why he hasn’t done something like this before. Seriously, these had been dirtiest two weeks of his life and he didn’t even had any sex.
Yes, his skin feels like it’s stretched over his bones, like he’s been on the edge forever, but there’s something thrilling and deeply intoxicating in the situation.
He's been hard for a long time by now and he's aching and it's a little nerve-wrecking, but God, it's worth it. To see Leo like this; head thrown to the side, writhing on the sheets as David takes him apart. (And himself in the process.)
David takes his time and fingers Leo with slow movements of his wrist. Buries the digits deep in Leo's body, twisting them and forcing a hoarse moan after another from Leo's throat.
Leo's body is shining with sweat, the muscles on his stomach tensing as he tries to push back against David's fingers. David hasn't much fingered him without a concept of stretching him and can't now find any good reason why not.
Because this is stunning. The way Leo's body moves, muscles working underneath that pale skin as he writhes against the sheets. His legs are splayed wide, heels digging into the mattress, hips moving to get those fingers even deeper, to get them to move faster. Leo's eyes are dark and unfocused, shaded by pleasure and frustration. By endless, teasing thrust of David's fingers, getting him on the edge and then pulling him back from the brink of his orgasm.
This hasn’t actually been in David’s mind when they had left the restaurant.
There hadn’t been much on his mind anyway, just a burning anticipation in his veins, need to push, pull, move – anything. Anything except sit still and pretend he wasn’t burning up inside. He knows that he must have been twitchy the rest of the meal, but so had Leo. And thankfully Geri and Cesc didn’t comment on it like they did with everything else.
Leo's cock is hard and leaking against his stomach but David hasn't touched it at all yet. And so hasn't Leo since David had told him that he will stop everything if he does that.
So Leo hasn't, hands firmly on his sides, tugging and grasping the rumpled sheets as if they would keep him grounded.
David grips the flesh inside of Leo's thighs – slick with sweat and lube – spreading him even wider and thrusting the two fingers in again, faster and harder this time. Leo cries out, head jerking to the side and eyes closing as his hips snap up from the bed. David moves his hand from Leo's slick thigh to his hip and pushes him back against the mattress.
He keeps pressing his fingers deep inside and brushing the sweet spot that has Leo seeing stars. Leo arches his back, damp hair plastered to his forehead as he mumbles incoherently, pleas and curses blending together until all David can get from it is his own name.
"David," Leo gasps, eyes suddenly wide open, dark and wet and so, so desperate. Like they are a reflection of his own. "David – David, fuck, come on. Please."
David licks his lips.
“Yeah,” he finally rasps out. Leo freezes for a second, like he doesn’t quite believe what he heard.
“Yes!” David says again and pulls his fingers out and wipes them on Leo’s thigh. Leo narrows his eyes, but doesn’t say anything further, because David is already pulling him up and turning him on his knees.
The view is still hot as ever, the thin waist and round, perfect ass. Leo’s breathing is frantic and David doesn’t even have time to be smug about this because he’s so damn desperate too.
David squeezes Leo's hips, closing his eyes as he pushes in, steady and non-stop, until he bottoms out, buried all the way into Leo's tight, slick heat. A breath leaves Leo's lungs when they still, bodies joined.
Two weeks. It felt more like two years.
He had missed this like hell.
"Ohhh...Dios mío," Leo sighs, arms shaking, forehead dropped against the sheets. Obviously David isn’t the only one.
Leo is already pushing back, urging David to move already. So he does. And he doesn't start slow, because this is the point when his self control cracks.
His hard thrusts push Leo forward on the bed – his thighs not strong enough to keep the stance anymore – but David's bruising grip on his hips pull him backwards every time.
David is close after no time, so he slows down, not wanting to come just yet. No. A little while longer.
Leo downright sobs, clawing the sheets and tilting his head so he can see David over his shoulder. Air gets stuck in his throat because David has never seen him this wrecked. Then Leo lets out a noise, low and needy growl and David stops altogether.
Leo breaks. There's no logic in his babbling, just desperation. "Fuck... no no no no, David – You can't – Just fuck me, David please, please, don't stop, don't you fucking dare–" he cuts off abruptly, words turning into a moan when David's hand lands on his left ass cheek. Hard. David gasps too, because Leo tightens around him, clenching so good around his cock.
So David does it again. And again. Until Leo's pale ass is pink on where David has spanked him. Leo seems to like it a lot, from the way his back arches and toes curl as he keeps tightening around David.
Then there's one particularly hard slap and Leo is gone.
David didn’t even realize that Leo had been so close; he didn't see any warning signal than a breathless curse. But Leo comes, and he comes hard. His whole body is tensing and he’s pushing himself back on David’s cock as a hoarse breathe of air passes his lips.
David feels his own hands shaking, hears his own loud breathing, and feels himself fucking cracking, because Leo coming on his like this feels better than any words can describe.
He is quick to pull Leo upwards, hands on his chest and waist as he pressed their bodies together and leans back to sit on his own legs, so Leo is practically on his lap. This way he presses, if possible, even deeper. Leo's head falls back on David's shoulders. He gasps as David curls his hand around his sensitive cock, forcing the last dribbles of come to stain his stomach.
"Oh my God," Leo groans and goes lax in David's arm. David kisses his shoulder and neck, hips thrusting just a little upward motion until Leo has recovered from his orgasm.
"You're amazing, fuck, you have no idea," David murmurs against his skin, fingers trailing along Leo's relaxed abdominal muscles, spreading the tacky fluids there. Leo just hums and allows David to suck the outstretched curve of his throat.
David adores Leo like this; blissful and relaxed in his arms.
He stretches his thighs again, easing Leo forward to the earlier position. The last strength is gone from Leo, so his chest falls flat against the mattress, his face sideways so David can see his heavy lidded eyes and parted lips. His thighs are also shaking with the effort to stay up.
David has just got his hands on Leo again, when the younger man starts to squirm away from his hold. He maneuvers himself little clumsily on his back and pulls David down with him. His strong tights are around his waist in a second.
Faces just an inches away from each other, David watches Leo to swallow.
There’s a tiny smile playing on Leo’s lips and… no. Leo wouldn’t be that cruel, not now. But there’s a mischief dancing in those soft eyes and can’t help but fear the worst. He just can’t finish it with his own hand anymore. He just can’t.
Leo trails his hands down on David’s chest and stomach, past the V of his hips. His fingers close around David’s cock and the voice that leaves David’s lungs is downright embarrassing but he can’t find himself to care.
“Come on, tiger,” Leo whispers. His voice is low and thick and it makes a tremor run through David’s spine before he snaps to action.
He is rougher than usually, he knows that, from the second he slides inside Leo again. His thrusts are hard and little uneven as he fucks the tiny moans out of Leo. Somewhere in his mind he knows that Leo must be oversensitive by now, but he doesn’t hold anything in. Not a slightest bit.
David needs it, needs to let go. And maybe Leo does too. That little masochist side of Leo (one thing that David has never really understood) needs a little pain.
It’s a little more difficult than usually because his fingers keep slipping on Leo’s slick skin and the rough thrust of his hips keep pushing Leo upwards on the bed. Leo had kept pushing up against David at first, but now focuses plainly just staying still; tense his muscles and keep holding on as David fucks him with all his strength.
David had never believed God like Leo did, never thought that there might be some higher purpose for everything, but the way Leo feels against him, the way he breaths and gasps out David name – well, it makes him believe in something.
His orgasm takes him by surprise, a wave of it washing over him, leaving him gasping and clutching Leo's hips so hard that there definitely will be bruises.
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He might zone out.
Maybe.
Just a little bit.
He comes himself to realize that Leo’s hands are in his hair, slowly combing through it, probably leaving it all up and in spikes.
“Good. That was r’ly good,” he mumbles against Leo’s bare shoulder.
Leo’s chest moves in a silent laughter. “Yeah. It was.”
“Maybe we could do this again sometime?” David says lazily. “Or are we just one time thing?” He moves his head up enough to see a portion of Leo’s face. He has a smile on. That warm, adorable smile with the dimples. David props himself up on his elbows.
“That’d be sad, you know, because I think that I kinda like you,” he continues and places a few soft kisses on Leo’s jaw line.
“Guess we could try,” Leo says quietly, playing along. “If only to see if you’re good somewhere else than bed.”
“Oh, I can be good in many places!” David pinches up his face, as if thinking. “Okay, let’s see – I’m good in hotels, in showers, on couches or tables or – well, in any flat surfaces. I’m also good in chancing rooms and on the beach. Although I can’t recommend the beach; the sand goes everywhere. And once I even did it in the plane. Like – a flying plane. In the air.”
Leo’s smile has melted away, but his eyes stay warm and soft. The air is already cooling, drying the sweat from their skins. David can feel the goosebumps on Leo’s skin as he slowly traces it.
“You might even know the guy,” David bites his lower lip, “He is this footballer, plays in Barcelona, the same team where I used to. Has won a four fucking Balloon d’Ors. Quite a famous.”
Leo’s lip twitches again, but otherwise his face stay calm. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
“No? You sure?” David smirks and bows his head down. His lips hover over the hollow of Leo’s collarbone. “You must know him. Perfect ass and cute dimples. Seems all nice and innocent at first but can be stubborn as hell.”
David feels Leo shaking his head.
“Still no?” he murmurs, kissing lazily Leo’s neck. “Damn, you must really have missed him.”
“I guess, yeah…”
David almost freezes on his place when he hears Leo voice this time. There’s not a big change in his voice, but David notices. He also notices that Leo is trying to hold it back.
“What? What’s wrong?” David pulls his head up again.
Leo furrows his brows, but it's a downright horrible attempt to pretend he doesn't know what David is talking about. “What? Nothing. I’m good. This is very good.” Leo says, but he is staring at some distant point behind David's head.
David gets a loose hold of Leo’s jaw, not pulling or pressing but still demanding. He waits until Leo brown eyes meet his own. “No, seriously?”
Leo smiles at him again, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Or show out the dimples. “Yes, seriously. It wasn’t worth of this anyway,” he says and he sounds honest, but also somehow…defeated.
That's the same smile that Leo gives to the opponents when they lose a game, David realizes it now.
“I don’t care how long they continue, it wasn’t worth of this.” And the worst part is that Leo probably means that. Worst or the best? David doesn’t know. But he knows that this isn’t what he wanted. This was supposed to be good thing for both of them. Leo wasn't supposed to sound so hollow.
David feels a tight feeling spreading all over his chest, closing his throat and aching deep in his bones. He didn't know. For a love of God, he didn't realize what kind of meaning this had for Leo.
“David,” Leo says, because apparently he has been quiet all too long. “David, it’s okay. It was amazing. I want this. I want you.” He says and smiles a little wider. But there’s still this undertone to it. ‘You won. Game over.’ And isn’t even accusing. Just accepting.
“Leo,” David croaks out, but Leo stops him right there.
“No, listen. Whatever it is that’s going in that head of yours – stop it. There’s nothing wrong. I love you. I love you so much, David.”
David swallows and watches his serious expression.
He realizes that he was never supposed to hear the crack in Leo’s voice. He was never supposed to realize how big deal this whole thing was for Leo.
It could have passed by so easily. Leo would’ve kept quiet about it, never brought it up again. He would’ve taken the mockery as long as it lasted, trying to learn from his ‘mistakes’, because that’s what you do when you fucking lose.
Jesus. Did Leo think that he had somehow lost?
Relationships weren’t games and David was still learning how Leo’s brains worked.
But maybe this had been some kind of game for Leo indeed. Maybe David hadn’t been clear enough about that there were no sides. Not between two of them. Maybe Leo had somehow misunderstood because David, like Leo, was one competitive asshole too.
David takes a fast breath in and presses Leo harder against the mattress with his body.
Leo grunts when David’s hands smooth over Leo’s waist and over his ass. The tips of his fingers prod Leo’s damp, oversensitive rim, before he slips one finger inside.
“Fuck-” Leo grips David’s biceps.
“I’ll make them stop,” David vows against the pale skin. Leo makes a confused noise in his throat, obviously trapped between the decision to spread his thighs further apart or pulling away. Then a realization lights his eyes.
Leo swallow thickly above him, muscles on his stomach and legs tensing. “It’s okay. You already tried.”
"No," David smiles now, kissing visible lines of Leo's ribcage. "No no no no... I will make them stop." Maybe he sounds slightly insane. He doesn’t care.
Leo only seems to be half listening, because he’s focusing on the feeling of David’s finger pushing deep in with steady thrusts, curling inside him.
“They will stop. I promise.”
David smirks as he pulls his finger out, only to replace it with two. He teases at first, rubbing them over the damp rim, dipping just tips of his fingers inside. Leo is hard again and the sex on the air is heavy. It pulls something raw and animalistic from David's chest and it feels like nothing else. To have Leo spread under him, fucked open, mixed fluids sticking the inside of his thighs.
David slides his fingers inside again, immediately curving them enough to brush against Leo's over-sensitive prostate. Leo gasps brokenly, his whole body arching up from the bed. David knows that it's the grey area between pleasure and pain.
"You believe me, don't you?" he asks, teeth scraping against Leo's stomach as David fucks him slow and deep.
“Yeah, yeah… I do.”
He probably doesn’t. Just caught up in the overwhelming feeling.
But David intends to keep his promise. Maybe not today. Or tomorrow. But definitely on the day when he lets Leo out of bed again.