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“Mmmh… fuck.”
The darkness of the hotel room only echoed his moans, desperate gasps of pleasure bouncing off the thin walls. Jules’ hand trailed down his body, fingers tracing his defined abs before gripping the head of hair between his legs, hips bucking upwards at a particularly well placed lick.
”Wilo,” he whimpered, grinding up into his teammates mouth, “more, please, I need-… fuck please, I need more!”
Wilo laughed softly into his pussy, the vibrations making Jules gasp. The younger Frenchman lifted his head slightly, making eye contact with Jules before harshly sucking on his engorged clit, his teeth lightly grazing the little nub.
Jules wailed, his back arching off the bed as he squirted, juices spraying all over Wilo and the fancy carpet below the Arsenal player’s knees.
He heaved and gasped, one hand gripping the sheets and the other over his palpitating heart, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh, baby,” Wilo said sweetly, standing then crawling up the bed so that he was lying next to Jules, “that was a big one, wasn’t it?”
Jules nodded weakly, toes curling as he finally came down from his high. Feeling Wilo settle next to him, he nuzzled his face into the Arsenal player’s neck, crazing his warmth. A hand gently stroked his hair, and Jules nearly purred, his body tired and heavy.
Wilo’s breath brushed his ear. “I think you can give me one more, no?”
Jules’ eyes widened, his teammate’s words pulling him out of his sleepy headspace, and he shook his head violently, expression pleading and fearful.
”N-no,” he whimpered, “can’t take anymore, no, please, Wilo.”
Wilo smirked, pulling away from Jules’ shaking body, and sitting up, pulling Jules’ hips until the Barcelona player was sitting on his lap, straddling him.
”Wilo, please, no,” Jules whined, “I can’t, please.”
”You’re okay,” Wilo reassured him, slipping a thigh between Jules’ legs, “it’s okay, my good boy can give me one more, right?”
Jules sobbed, torn between grinding his wet pussy against Wilo’s thick thigh and pulling away, saving himself from the pleasure-pain of yet another orgasm.
Wilo took his lack of answer as an apparent yes, his hands leaving Jules’ hips and landing on his nipples.
Jules wailed, trying to pull away, but Wilo twisted the nubs tightly, rubbing and pinching them, keeping Jules in place. He leaned forward to lick a stray tear off of Jules’ cheek, moving his thigh in time with a harsh twist, causing Jules to scream.
Jules was sure that the rest of the national team could hear them, his wails and sobs echoing through the hallway of the hotel, but his body moved unconsciously against Wilo’s thigh, chasing his sixth orgasm of the night as Wilo tortured his dark, puffy nipples.
He gasped as he clit made just the right amount of contact, and his body shook, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came yet again, pussy clamping against Wilo’s thigh.
He could hear Wilo softly murmuring into his ear, strong arms wrapping around his thin frame, holding him close.
”It’s okay baby, you’re okay, come down for me, my good boy, you did so well.”
Jules couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face as he sobbed into Wilo’s neck, the overstimulation running like a livewire through his veins.
”Come down for me baby,” Wilo whispered, “I got you.”
“No more,” Jules whimpered, “please Wilo, no more, I can’t anymore.”
Wilo hummed, gently pulling away. Jules let out a confused whine at the loss of body heat, confusion welling in his eyes. He looked at Wilo’s face, stomach twisting in knots at the mischievous look on his face. Before he could find the words to protest, Wilo laid back on the bed, pulling Jules forward by the thighs until the Barcelona player was straddling his face.
Jules wailed as his sensitive clit made contact with Wilo’s nose, squirming and twisted to get away, unable to due to Wilo’s tight grip on his thighs.
He cried, struggling against Wilo’s grip as the Arsenal player’s tongue thrusted into his pussy, his tight walls sensitive, and his clit hard as a rock.
”Mmh, Wilo, no more, no- ngh, please, too much, nononono, nrghh, Wilo!”
The other man made no mention that he heard Jules’ desperate pleas, continuing to suck and thrust and lick at Jules’ pussy, savouring the salty juices. Jules squirmed on top of him, whimpering and screaming, and Wilo felt his pussy clench around his tongue, signalling that he was about to cum again.
Pitying Jules, Wilo licked a stripe up his pussy lips, sucking on his aroused clit, before moving lower and thrusting his tongue as far into his sweet hole as possible.
Jules shrieked, squirting all over Wilo’s face, his juices gushing everywhere. The Barcelona player’s orgasm seemed to never end, endless waves of clear cum pouring out of his pussy into Wilo’s expectant mouth.
After a few minutes, Wilo let go of Jules’ thighs, who bonelessly collapsed next to him, body covered in a sheen of sweat, shaking slightly.
”My good boy,” Wilo whispered, “you did so well for me. Took my tongue so well.”
As Jules whimpered softly, eyes pleading and fearful, Wilo pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead.
”It’s okay, we’re done for tonight, did so well for me baby.” Jules relaxed.
Wilo let him take a breather, some time to calm down before he stood up, wincing as his back cracked. He leaned over the bed, picking up Jules’ limp body in a bridal carry, before meandering towards the en suite.
He gently set Jules down on the sink counter, using the light to check him for any damage.
”You feel okay baby?” he asked softly. Jules nodded tiredly, bristling as the cold air of the bathroom brushed past his swollen nipples. Wilo smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Shower first, and then I’ll put you in the bath while I clean up, sounds good?”
Jules smiled gently, nodding. Wilo smiled back, helping Jules off the counter and leading him to the shower. He made sure the water was warm before starting to spray Jules down, letting the water run down his skin, Jules’ back pressed against his abs, leaning on him.
Jules sighed in contentment, letting himself relax against the younger man.
Wilo aimed the nozzle at Jules’ worn out pussy, and he squealed uncomfortably, twisting his body to try escape the spray.
”Shh, none of that baby,” Wilo said softly, “sit on the ledge so I can clean your pussy properly baby, you’re all sticky.”
Jules whimpered, but moved to sit on the ledge in the shower, his legs held in his arms in a practiced movement, pussy exposed to Wilo.
Wilo gently aimed the spray at his hole, a thick finger gently collecting any extra slick, helping to wash it away. Jules shifted, moaning softly. The spray moved higher, and Wilo used another finger to spread his labia, washing in between his lips as Jules’ toes curled, legs shaking in his own hold.
”Nearly done baby,” Wilo murmured. He directed the spray higher, until it was aiming directly at his clit, and Jules jolted, a different part of his body tensing, and he didn’t have enough time to warn Wilo before his bladder let out, warm piss mixing in with the spray of the shower.
”Oh, good boy, let it all out baby, don’t want you getting sick.”
Jules hummed softly, piss continuing to spray out of his urethra, the stream seemingly getting stronger. Wilo removed the nozzle from in front of his pussy, setting it down on the floor, one of his hands spreading Jules’ pussy lips, whilst the other one pressed down hard on his bladder.
Jules wailed, as piss streamed out of him, getting all over the shower floor and Wilo’s toned body. Eventually, the stream began to die down, until only a few drops were escaping his pussy. After the final drop, Wilo picked up the nozzle again, cleaning Jules’ pussy once again, and spraying down other areas of the shower where the piss reached.
He fastened the nozzle back to its holder, letting the warm water rain down on Jules as he stepped out the shower, filling up the bath tub with hot water and an essential oil bubble mixture that the hotel had provided. Once he deemed the bath perfect enough, he stepped back into the shower, turning the water off and picking Jules up, taking him over to the bath and lowering him into the water. Jules sighed, curling up under the bubbles.
”I’ll be back baby, I just need to change the sheets, okay?” Jules nodded, eyes closing in relaxation. Wilo left the en suite, keeping the door open so that he could periodically check in on Jules, before stripping the bed, replacing the wet sheets with extra bedding he found in the closet.
As he was fluffing the last few pillows, Wilo heard a knock at the door. He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 23:21. After a quick look between Jules’ sleepy form in the bathtub and the door of the hotel room, he sighed, opening the door slightly.
”Who is it?” he asked gruffly, only to catch sight of Eduardo smirking back at him. Rolling his eyes, he stepped outside, making sure that he had his keycard on him, closing the door behind him.
”What,” he said flatly. The Madrid player raised an eyebrow.
“Are you guys finished celebrating yet?” Eduardo said slyly, waggling his eyebrows. Wilo scoffed, pushing him away as he laughed.
”Don’t tease him about this, you know how he gets,” Wilo said sternly. Eduardo shrugged, “I wouldn’t make fun of someone for having a good time. Just wanted to let you guys know that you were really fucking loud.”
Wilo grumbled, choosing to step on Eduardo’s foot before turning around and going back inside the hotel room, ignoring the indignant gasp of you bitch! and slamming the door shut behind him.
From his position next to the bed, he peered into the bathroom and saw Jules asleep in the bathtub, peaceful and angelic looking. He ambled into the bathroom, sitting next to the tub, a hand gently stroking Jules’ hair.
”I’ll get you dressed when you’re done,” Wilo said, his voice barely above a whisper, “you deserve some rest.”
Jules sighed in his sleep, curling into Wilo’s touch.