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It's not like Pedri didn't know Gavi was an affectionate person. It's pretty hard to miss, really. It was probably one of the first things he noticed about Gavi when they first met.
Gavi can be shy sometimes, avoiding talking much, especially in situations where people he doesn't quite know are involved, but when it comes to his team, to his teammates, to his friends, Pedri doesn't think he's ever met a more affectionate person in his life. He knows it's not what people expect from Gavi, what with his game style on the pitch and his ever growing collection of yellow cards, but truly no one could ever question Gavi's love for his team, for the crest on his chest, for his teammates.
He's always the first one to run and jump on someone during goal celebrations, hugging them, pressing kisses on sweaty necks, grinning and screaming, his enthusiasm contagious. And he's also always there when things aren't that good too, with a squeeze on their shoulder, a kiss on the top of their head, a hand gently placed on their back.
Pedri obviously knew all that. He had been at the receiving end of all of those, both as Gavi's teammate and even more as his friend.
He just wasn't expecting- couldn't imagine that there was more.
Even before they talked about this unresolved thing between them, Pedri could feel Gavi's love, there was simply no doubt about that. Gavi never allowed him to question his love, never gave Pedri any room to doubt and think he wasn't important to Gavi. Because Gavi loved like he played, passionate and giving his everything, heart on his sleeve, emotions always written clearly in his eyes for everyone that might pay attention to see.
So after they do talk about it and everything settles, and they go from Pedri and Gavi to PedriandGavi, truly together, Pedri wasn't really expecting much to change.
Which was Pedri's mistake really. Gavi's always managed to surprise him, since they'd first met. Pedri should have known better.
Because the moment they talked and Gavi realized he didn't have to try and hide his feelings any longer, it was like a dam broke; like Gavi was holding back all this time; like the endless well of the love he had to offer was filled to the brim and now finally Gavi didn't have to worry about it dripping off the edge, not when he knew he was allowed to love Pedri and show it.
It was almost overwhelming at times, being so openly loved like that, and Pedri was getting dangerously addicted to it, afraid that he won't survive if Gavi ever decides to take it away. Even though most days he was certain that would never happen.
He lets out a quiet sigh, shaking off his thoughts as he focuses on the boy lying only centimeters away from him and he reaches to softly brush a few stray curls off Gavi's forehead, smiling when it makes Gavi wrinkle his nose and nuzzle his cheek further into the pillow.
"Are you watching me sleep?" Gavi says, not bothering to open his eyes yet, his voice rough and heavy with sleep.
"No," Pedri says, but doesn't even try to sound convincing.
"Such a creep," he mumbles and blindingly reaches for Pedri, his hand easily finding Pedri's hip and pulling him closer.
Pedri lets himself be manhandled into the position Gavi seems to want him to, breath slightly hitching in his throat when Gavi's face finds its way into the crook of his neck, the hand around his waist tightening.
Gavi starts pressing feather-light little kisses across his neck, warm lips softly touching his skin, making Pedri's toes curl in response. Gavi's hand roams over his back and Pedri relishes it, his heartbeat picking up a little. He brings his own hand to the back of Gavi's head, buries his fingers in the messy, soft curls he loves so much, holding him there, as if Gavi's trying to pull away and leave.
Gavi never does.
"Smells so good," Gavi says now, licking a stripe up his neck, nosing at his skin as he takes a deep inhale.
Pedri showered at Gavi's last night - well, they showered together, more like it - and he used Gavi's shampoo and everything, and they've also been together all day yesterday, so their scents are probably quite mixed together by now. Pedri doesn't point that out. He quite likes it too, if he's honest.
He only hums in reply and slightly cranes his neck to the side, giving Gavi more space, wordlessly pleading him to move to that spot right under his ear that's rather sensitive. And Gavi understands, because of course he fucking does, placing an open-mouthed kiss there, before sucking the skin into his mouth, making goosebumps rise over Pedri's body.
Gavi must feel it, because he makes a pleased sound that gets muffled by Pedri's skin, and sucks on that spot a little harder; not hard enough to bruise, but definitely enough for Pedri to really feel it. Then Gavi's hand goes from the small of Pedri's back lower to his ass, caressing over a cheek before kneading it in his palm.
His touch is still lazy, unhurried, taking his time to just enjoy Pedri however he wants. Pedri knows Gavi understands they're not going to fuck just a couple of hours before training, but he's still so obviously greedy for him, like his hunger for Pedri can simply never be sated. And knowing that and more than that, feeling it, is intoxicating, overwhelming. Pedri feels heavy under Gavi's hands, unable to do anything other than go pliant and revel in the gentle touches.
"Really love you like this," Gavi breathes out and Pedri shivers, wants to stay like this forever, just letting Gavi touch him, kiss him, hold him, love him. It's all too much and not enough and he can't help the little whimper that slips out of his half parted lips, the need to be completely consumed by Gavi becoming almost unbearable.
And perhaps Gavi gets that, he always does after all, and his hold tightens around him, his hand squeezing Pedri's asscheek harder, his mouth hungrier at Pedri's neck and collarbone, and a thigh slips between Pedri's, pressing against his hardening cock and Pedri can do nothing but grind against it, sighing in relief at the friction.
"That's it. Take what you want. Make yourself feel good," Gavi murmurs, encouraging Pedri's movements with the hand still fondling Pedri's ass, his fingers sliding between his cheeks and over his entrance teasingly before withdrawing again. Pedri has half a mind to ask Gavi to fuck him, just slide in, training be damned, and he'll just deal with the ache in his lower back later, so he thinks it's a good thing he can't bring himself to form any words, because otherwise he'd be begging by now.
Instead he just keeps grinding against Gavi's strong thigh, biting down at his lower lip to stifle the whines trying to escape him, not caring when he fails to do so- not when Gavi moans back approvingly, encouragingly.
It takes a ridiculously short time for Pedri to reach his orgasm, his body tensing and squirming as he spills between them, definitely making a mess of himself and Gavi's thigh.
He desperately clings to Gavi after that and Gavi's mouth still refuses to leave his skin, like he needs Pedri more than he needs oxygen. Admittedly it's not much different than what Pedri is feeling right now, like he'll start floating around, if Gavi's not there to hold him securely in his arms.
He doesn't know how much time passes before he eventually feels grounded enough to pull away, but the alarm hasn't gone off yet, so he doesn't bother to reach for his phone and check the time, wanting to pretend they have all the time in the world for a little longer.
He shifts away just enough so he can meet Gavi's eyes, his hand finding Gavi's cock between them, giving it a slow stroke, making it twitch in his hold.
"Shower?" He asks, feels his mouth already watering at the thought of getting on his knees and letting Gavi pull his hair and feed him his cock.
And perhaps Gavi can read his mind or he simply knows Pedri that well, because there's a promising glint in his eyes as he nods his head in agreement.
Pedri really loves mornings like this.