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To say Sergio Ramos was obsessed with Luka Modrić would be the understatement of the century. Everyone could see it, the Spaniard was so hopelessly, ridiculously enamored with the Croatian that it was almost painful to watch.
"Stop staring at Modrić, you creep” Kroos said, sending a ball flying straight into Sergio's face.
"¡Puta madre Kroos! I wasn't staring" (he was) Sergio shot back, kicking the ball right back at him.
The worst part was that Sergio had never imagined he'd fall for a man. He was Sergio Ramos, for God's sake. A certified ladies' man, but then Luka Modrić happened.
Luka looked like an angel who'd made a wrong turn on the way to heaven and accidentally ended up on Earth. Four years later, Sergio could still remember the first time he'd seen him at Valdebebas. The long blond hair, the bright eyes that still held a hint of uncertainty, the shy smile that barely reached his heart-shaped lips as he introduced himself in careful Spanish.
"Hola… soy Luka Modric”
Sergio hadn't thought much of it then. Or at least, that's what he'd spent the next years telling himself. Looking back, he should've known he was done for the second those eyes met his. Sergio knew he was probably biased, actually, no, he definitely was, but he didn't care. Luka was perfect.
Everyone adored him. Opponents respected him, and couldn't seem to hate him. And that was exactly Sergio's problem, because wherever Luka went, someone always had their hands on him. He was just so… easy to manhandle, and it drove Sergio absolutely insane.
He loved Luka's Croatian accent whenever he spoke Spanish. Loved how he'd slip into Croatian whenever he got frustrated, words tumbling out too fast for anyone to understand. Loved those stupidly beautiful eyes that somehow managed to look innocent and mischievous at the same time. The way he had to look up to Sergio because of their height difference. Loved the way his long blond hair curled at the ends after training, damp with sweat, always falling into his face until he'd brush it back with those elegant fingers. Loved the way he bounced around the pitch like an excited rabbit and the fact that he had those lovely bunny teeth, how can a man be so cute?
He also loved how perfectly Luka fit when he leaped into Sergio's arms after a goal celebration. And God… The way Luka called him "Sese”, that alone was enough to make Sergio's heart do embarrassing things. And let’s not talk about Luka’s body, those thighs, that ass…
"You're drooling, man" Marcelo said.
“¡Déjenme en paz, joder!” Sergio grumbled.
Luka looked over at the sudden outburst, his eyebrows knitting together. He'd been on the other side of the training pitch, running a three-man passing drill with Cristiano and Iker. Normally, Luka would be paired with Sergio, they'd somehow gravitated toward each other in almost every exercise, but today Ancelotti had split them up.
"What's going on?" Luka asked as he jogged over to Kroos, Marcelo, and Sergio.
“¡Nada!” Sergio answered a little too quickly.
Marcelo grinned. "Sergio wanted to tell you something" said Marcelo trying to make the captain to man up and tell Luka about his feelings.
"Marcelo, te voy a matar” said Sergio pushing him.
Luka blinked, confused, before turning back to Sergio. "¿Todo bien, Sese?" Asked Luka, God bless his heart, with worry in his eyes.
"Sí, es que..." Sergio scratched the back of his neck. "Pues... lo de esta noche..."
Luka tilted his head. "¿Quieres cancelar?"
"¡No!" The answer came far too quickly. Sergio cleared his throat, desperately trying to recover what little dignity he had left. "I mean... claro que no, Lukita. Solo quería asegurarme de que seguíamos en pie."
Luka smiled with that warm, effortless smile that made Sergio forget how to breathe. For one reckless second, Sergio wondered what would happen if he just closed the distance and kissed him right there in the middle of the field. Then reality came crashing back.
“¡Claro que sí!” Luka replied before jogging back to Cristiano and Iker. Sergio's eyes followed him on instinct. The afternoon sun caught the strands of Luka's blond hair as they bounced with every step, and Sergio watched until he disappeared back into the drill.
“Pussy” Kross’s voice snapped him back to reality.
“Shut up, Toni”
"Four years, capitán, y aún no le has dicho, Kross tiene razón, eres una gallina”
“Juro por Dios, Marcelo..."
Marcelo only laughed.
For fuck's sake, he was the captain of Real Madrid, surely that earned him at least a little respect.
Apparently not.
Saturday nights were Sergio and Luka's nights. It wasn't something they'd ever talked about but it had become an unspoken rule around the team that Sergio and Luka were not to be disturbed and it definitely had nothing to do with Sergio threatening to make anyone who so much as texted Luka run extra laps at the next training session. Luka, of course, didn't need to know about that particular detail.
Friday nights belonged to the team: crowded bars, loud music, Marcelo trying to convince everyone to dance on tables, and the inevitable chaos that came with a group of footballers who rarely knew when to call it a night. Luka never really liked those nights. Crowded places made him uneasy. He wasn't shy exactly, just a little awkward in the middle of so many people, unsure of what to do with himself when there were too many voices, too many bodies, too much noise. Add the fact that the blonde couldn't hold his liquor to save his life, and the night could go one of two ways. Either Luka became a party animal, bouncing around like an overexcited bunny, laughing at everything and trying to dance to every piece of music the DJ blasted, a version of Luka that Sergio adored. Or, eventually, Sergio would end up with a rosy-cheeked Croatian attached to his side for the rest of the evening, one hand curled into the back of Sergio's shirt or wrapped around his wrist whenever the crowd became too much. Secretly, it was Sergio’s favorite part of the night.
"Oprosti mi... I'm ruining your night, Sese," Luka would mumble, his cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol. "Mislim... es mejor que deje de venir contigo”, watching a tipsy Luka stubbornly stitch together Croatian, English, and Spanish into one sentence should not have been one of Sergio's favorite things in the world. He was just the cutest.
"Lukita, tú nunca me arruinas la noche," Sergio would murmur, smiling as he cradled Luka's face between his hands. His thumb lingered against Luka's flushed cheek before he pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, as naturally as if he'd done it a thousand times before.
Anyway, those were Friday nights. Saturday nights, on the other hand, were Luka’s and Sergio’s favorite.
After a long day of training, the two of them would shower separately, much to Sergio’s dismay. Sergio had, on more than one occasion, caught accidental glimpses of Luka's naked body in the shared showers, and he considered every single one a blessing sent directly from heaven. Unlike most of the other players, including Sergio, Luka was more reserved about his nakedness. He preferred not to be completely exposed in front of the guys, always reaching for his towel a little quicker, waiting for everyone to shower so he could then go for it, always turning away just a little sooner. He was too modest for a football locker room.
Then they would throw on whatever clothes they'd brought, and drive to Sergio's apartment together. It had become such a routine over the years that neither of them questioned it anymore. Luka would climb into the passenger seat, Sergio would put on whatever playlist Luka was obsessed with that week, and they'd spend the drive talking about training, their families, or absolutely nothing at all.
In the comfort of Sergio's apartment, the two of them settled onto the couch with a bottle of wine between them, a plate of tapas on the coffee table, and a film Luka had insisted they watch that week. The movie faded into the background, soon enough, they were talking about training and the upcoming match. Eventually, the conversation drifted somewhere Sergio hadn't meant it to.
"I don't know..." Sergio sighed, swirling the wine in his glass. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm cut out to be captain."
Luka frowned immediately. "Sese..."
"Don't get me wrong, I love it. I really do." Sergio rubbed the back of his neck. “Pero a veces siento que es demasiado. I lose my temper too easily. I'm always arguing with referees, soy muy desbocado, it doesn't exactly set the best example."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Sese." Luka's voice was as gentle as ever. "Eres un muy buen capitán."
Sergio let out a dry laugh. “No tienes que mentirme, Lukita. Sabes que soy muy impulsivo y rudo cuando juego."
Luka considered him for a moment before shrugging. "Well, you can be a little... gruff." he said, taking a sip of his wine.
Sergio groaned dramatically and threw his head back. "I knew it."
"But..." Luka continued, unable to hide his smile, "I think that's charming. I like watching you on the pitch." Luka smiled into his wine glass cheeks all pink. "When you get all... feral."
Sergio’s ears felt suspiciously warm, and there was a hint of pink in Luka’s cheeks. It must be the wine. "Enough feeling sorry for yourself. ¡Vamos a hacer algo divertido!” Luka said trying to change the topic and he reached into the cabinet beside the TV. “Traje barajas”
Sergio stared at the deck in disbelief. “¿En serio? ¿A eso llamas divertido?” He laughed. "What about Truth or Dare?"
Luka immediately grimaced. "You know I'm terrible at that game. The last time I picked dare..." Luka pointed an accusing finger at Sergio. "Marcelo made me give Kroos a lap dance."
Sergio's eye twitched. He still wanted to kill Marcelo for that one. Mostly because Luka had actually done it. And Kroos had enjoyed every second of making eye contact with Sergio afterward. "Vamos, Lukita. Solo somos tú y yo esta vez," Sergio pleaded.
Luka narrowed his eyes. "...Okay," he sighed in resignation.
And that was how they ended up playing Truth or Dare.
So far, the worst Sergio had been forced to do was attempt a cartwheel across the living room. Sergio landed flat on his back while Luka laughed so hard he almost spilled his wine. Sergio had pretended to be offended, of course, but Luka only laughed harder.
Then it was Luka's turn, his dare had been to sing the Croatian national anthem, and Sergio had expected him to refuse. Instead, Luka had stood up, cleared his throat, and sang with such seriousness that Sergio completely forgot they were supposed to be joking around. Of course he was good.
"Show-off," Sergio muttered.
"I literally had no choice," Luka replied, sitting back down with a small smile.
They continued playing, moving from silly dares to embarrassing childhood stories, ridiculous superstitions before matches, and debates about which teammate would be the first to lose a survival challenge. Eventually, after a few more rounds, Sergio started getting greedy to know more about Luka. Maybe it was the fact that it was just the two of them, Luka sitting beside him, comfortable and relaxed, making Sergio forget every ounce of self-control he supposedly had.
"Truth," Luka said, picking up his glass.
Sergio smirked. "Okay... when was the last time you had sex?” The question left a little sour taste in his mouth, the thought of Luka having sex with someone else made his skin crawl, but he wanted to know.
Luka froze. The reaction alone made Sergio raise an eyebrow, a faint blush spread across Luka's cheeks as he looked down at his wine, suddenly very interested in the glass. “Pass” he said.
“No se puede, vamos, responde”, insisted Sergio.
Luka sighed, running a hand through his hair before taking a long chug of his wine. He stared down at the glass afterward, watching the liquid move around as if the answer was somehow hidden at the bottom. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Sergio repeated, eyebrows raised.
"I mean..." Luka hesitated, searching for the right words. His fingers traced the rim of the glass, a nervous habit Sergio had noticed years ago. "I think... way before I came to Madrid. I can’t even remember”
Sergio blinked. "Really?"
Luka shrugged, but there was something almost embarrassed about the movement and he avoided Sergio's eyes, suddenly looking smaller. "Yeah." He let out a small laugh, but it lacked his usual warmth. "It's embarrassing, I know. It's been years."
Sergio stared at him. The fact that Luka was actually embarrassed about it was somehow even more shocking.
"Lukita..."
"No, it's fine," Luka said quickly, waving a hand as if he could brush the whole conversation away. "It's just... I don't know." He looked down at his wine, thinking. "Maybe I'm just not what people here usually look for."
Sergio frowned. "What does that mean?"
Luka gave a small shrug. "I don't know. Maybe I'm too Slavic-looking for Spanish standards” He said it casually, like it wasn't something that had crossed his mind before. "Or maybe I just never really put myself out there." His fingers tightened slightly around the glass. "But honestly, I've been more focused on football anyway. Moving around, adapting, trying to prove myself..." He smiled faintly. "There wasn't much time for anything else."
Sergio watched him for a moment, completely speechless. The man who had no idea how many people were completely captivated by him. "You're joking." The words slipped out before Sergio could stop them. A laugh followed, not cruel, but impossible to hold back. It was the kind of laugh that escaped when something was so completely unbelievable that his brain couldn't find another reaction. Because how could Luka possibly believe that?
But Sergio didn't realize how it sounded.
Luka's expression had fallen. The small, shy smile that had been on his face disappeared, replaced by something quieter. His eyes dropped back to his glass, and the relaxed posture he had moments ago slowly disappeared. His shoulders pulled in slightly, like he was already regretting saying anything at all.
"Are you laughing at me?" His eyebrows pulled together, and he stared at Sergio like he was trying to figure out whether he was actually hearing what he thought he was hearing.
The question caught Sergio completely off guard. "What? No."
"I didn't think you would find my sexless life amusing," Luka scoffed. It was such an unusual reaction from him that Sergio almost didn't know what to do with it. Luka stood up from the couch, running a hand through his hair, suddenly looking more frustrated than embarrassed.
Sergio wanted to say something, but Luka was already caught in the spiral of his own thoughts.
"Well, I'm sorry I'm not like you guys," Luka said, gesturing vaguely toward Sergio as if he represented everything Luka felt he wasn't. Before Sergio could say anything, Luka continued, the words were coming faster now, frustration slipping through the cracks of his usual calm. "I'm not tall. I don't have the sex appeal you guys have. I don't walk into a club and have everyone turning around to look at me." He gave a small, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Tú, Cristiano, Marcelo y los otros… todos se fijan en ustedes cuando entran a los clubes. You all have stories about women, you have your sexcapades, and you guys always go on about them”. He looked at Sergio, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to explain something that had been obvious to him for years. "You look like you were made to be noticed. You have the confidence, the tattoos, the whole thing."
Sergio wanted to interrupt, wanted to tell him how ridiculous that sounded, but Luka wasn't finished.
"And me?" Luka gestured toward himself, clearly annoyed that he couldn't find the right words. "I'm not... I'm not like that. I'm not hot like you. I'm just..."
He stopped, the frustration on his face deepened because even he seemed to realize he was being unfair to himself, but he didn't know how to stop the thought once it had started. "Ma ne znam..." he muttered under his breath, the Croatian slipping out before he could catch it. "Nisam kao vi."
The more Luka spoke, the more impossible it became for him to understand, not only because he was shifting to Croatian and he found that habit absolutely adorable, but that’s besides the point. Point is, how could Luka look at himself that way? How could he stand there, so genuinely convinced that he was somehow less than everyone else, when to Sergio he was everything?
Luka Modrić was, quite honestly, the most beautiful person Sergio had ever met. Not just because of his face, although that alone was enough to make Sergio lose his train of thought more times than he would ever admit, but because of the way everything about him fit together. The soft smile that appeared when he was happy flashing those bunny teeth, the pretty brown eyes, the way his long hair fell messily after training, the quiet confidence he carried without even realizing it.
And physically? God. Luka had no idea how much of a turn on he was. The strength in his legs from years of football, the lean build that somehow managed to look both delicate and powerful at the same time. Those arms, that narrow waist, everything about him was proof of how much work he had put into becoming the player he was.
To Sergio, Luka wasn't missing anything, he was perfect. And somehow, impossibly, Luka was sitting there explaining why he thought he wasn't enough. How could Luka not know that people watched him? That everyone seemed to be in love with him? That they can't keep their hands off him and Sergio wants to fight them all? That Sergio himself had been hopelessly fascinated from the moment he first saw him?
And then another thought caught up with him, a much more distracting thought. Because somewhere in all of Luka's frustrated rambling, Sergio had heard something that made his brain completely short-circuit, and because he’s that stupid, he blurted that out. "Wait..." Sergio blinked, staring at him. "Did you just say you think I'm hot?"
The realization hit Luka a second later, and his face changed instantly. The frustration disappeared, replaced by pure horror as he realized exactly what he had accidentally revealed. "Ma daj..." Luka groaned, covering his face with both hands. "Out of everything I said?" Luka muttered from behind his hands. "Mrzim te, Sese.” The words were muffled, but Sergio could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
Sergio almost smiled, almost, because as funny as Luka being embarrassed was, there was something about the way he had said it that made the amusement disappear. Luka wasn't just hiding because Sergio had caught him admitting something embarrassing. He was hiding because he had spent the last few minutes saying things that Sergio knew he genuinely believed. And Sergio couldn't stand it. He moved closer, sitting beside him again. Slowly, carefully, he reached for Luka's wrists and gently pulled his hands away from his face. Luka resisted for a second, still too embarrassed to look at him, but Sergio didn't let go.
"Lukita mírame,” Sergio said softly, and Luka finally glanced at him.
His eyes met Sergio's, and for a moment Sergio forgot everything else he wanted to say, because there he was, the bane of his existence. The same man who could stand in front of thousands of people without fear and still be shy in front of his teammates, in front of him. The same man everyone admired. And somehow, somehow, he was sitting there convinced he wasn't enough. Sergio shook his head slowly.
"Do you actually hear yourself when you talk?"
Luka's eyebrows furrowed. He looked confused, almost defensive, like he couldn't understand why Sergio was reacting this way.
"You spent all this time telling me you're not attractive enough, that you're not noticeable enough, that you're not like the rest of us." Sergio let out a small breath, almost laughing again, but this time there was no disbelief, just affection. "Luka, do you have any idea how impossible that sounds to me?"
Luka looked away, that was another thing about him, he could take criticism, pressure, expectations but when it came to himself, he always found a way to make himself smaller. Sergio reached up, gently turning his face back toward him. Sergio had no idea how he was supposed to explain years of thoughts that had been building inside him, how was he supposed to explain that from the first moment he saw Luka, something about him had felt different? That Luka wasn't just another teammate, he was the person Sergio always looked for first.
“Eres hermoso, Luka." The words came out so easily that it almost surprised him. Luka immediately opened his mouth to argue, but Sergio didn't let him.
“Que te lo digo en serio” Sergio brushed the little strand in Luka’s face, he wanted to kiss him so bad. His voice softened as he reached up and brushed the loose strand of hair away from Luka's face, the touch was gentle, almost careful. And for a moment, Sergio forgot everything else. He forgot the game they had been playing. Forgot the wine sitting forgotten on the table. Forgot every reason why he should probably keep his feelings under control, because Luka was close enough that Sergio could see the surprise in his eyes, the faint blush spreading across his cheeks, the way he looked almost unsure what to do with so much affection directed at him.
Sergio wanted to kiss him. God, he wanted to kiss him.
And he did.
It was a small kiss, barely more than a peck, just enough for Sergio to feel Luka’s soft lips and the faint taste of wine between them. But to Sergio, it felt like everything. If Sergio Ramos had died in that exact moment, he was certain he would have died the happiest man on Earth.
For a few seconds, Luka didn't move at all.
Sergio was the first one to pull away, slowly, almost reluctantly, his heart pounding as he searched Luka's face for any sign that he had made a mistake.
Luka just stared at him, completely frozen. His eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted, and his entire expression was one of pure disbelief, like his mind was still trying to catch up with what had just happened. Then the blush came, slowly at first, spreading across his cheeks before reaching the tips of his ears. Sergio had seen Luka embarrassed before, but this was different. This was Luka with no idea how to hide what he was feeling.
Before either of them could say anything and risk breaking whatever fragile, impossible moment they had created, Luka finally moved.
Sergio barely had time to process it before Luka reached for him, his hesitation lasting only a fraction of a second before it disappeared. There was something almost vulnerable about the way Luka leaned in, rising onto the tips of his toes adorably so, like he was still trying to convince himself that this was real, that Sergio was actually there, that this wasn't just another one of his impossible thoughts.
And then Luka kissed him.
When Luka finally pulled away, they were still impossibly close that Sergio could hear the beats of their hearts. For a moment, he simply stared at him, completely overwhelmed by the sight of Luka's flushed cheeks, his soft expression, and the realization that this was actually happening. His brain had completely stopped working. He leaned down, grabbing Luka's face with both hands, and kissed him again. This time, there was no hesitation, it was desperate in the way only something that had been held back for too long could be desperate.
The kiss deepened naturally, hurried, as if both of them were trying to understand this new reality between them. Luka's arms slipped around Sergio's neck, pulling him closer, and the simple gesture nearly made Sergio lose his mind. Sergio kissed him like he was trying to memorize every second of it, like he was afraid that if he stopped, he would wake up and realize it had never happened. And Luka kissed him back with the same intensity.
Luka moaned into the kiss, the sound escaping before he could catch it and Sergio was already obsessed with the sound, it settled somewhere deep inside him, echoing through every frantic heartbeat until it drowned out every coherent thought he’d managed to hold onto. If someone asked him years from now what his favorite sound in the world was, he’d know the answer without hesitation.
He kept kissing Luka before he could stop himself. His tongue savoring every corner of Luka’s delicious mouth. His thumb brushed over the curve of Luka’s jaw while the other hand remained carefully at his waist, fingertips barely pressing through the fabric of his shirt.
“Espera,” Luka whispered against his lips. The word was barely audible.
“What?” he asked quietly.
Luka didn’t answer immediately.
His cheeks were flushed a deep pink, his lips kiss-swollen, curls hopelessly tousled from Sergio’s wandering hands. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, and when he finally looked up, the expression in his eyes nearly unraveled Sergio completely.
“I…” Luka laughed softly, embarrassed by how breathless he sounded. “You’re making it very difficult to think.”
“Good” said Sergio with a smirk and resumed the kissing.
One moment they were standing in the middle of the room, Luka balanced on the tips of his toes to meet him, and the next Sergio’s hands had settled securely around his waist.
Luka let out a surprised, breathless laugh against Sergio’s mouth as the floor seemed to disappear beneath him. Sergio lifted him effortlessly, one arm supporting his back while the other rested beneath his thighs. Luka’s instinct was immediate; his arms slipped around Sergio’s neck, holding on as naturally like they’d done this a hundred times before after celebrating a winning match.
“Sese…”
“I’ve got you.”
The words were barely more than a murmur, spoken between lingering kisses.
His heart skipped when Sergio began walking. Every few steps they paused only long enough to steal another kiss, each one softer than the last, until the backs of Sergio’s knees brushed against the couch. He sat carefully, guiding Luka down with him. Luka settled instinctively across his lap, knees falling to either side of Sergio’s hips as though there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Only then did they finally part. Their foreheads remained pressed together, both of them smiling through uneven breaths.
Sergio let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for…” He shook his head, his thumb absently tracing slow circles against Luka’s side. “God, I don’t even know how long.” Sergio laughed quietly, though there was a nervous edge beneath it. “I kept thinking if I ever actually did this…” He glanced down for a second before meeting Luka’s eyes again. “You’d push me away.”
Luka frowned immediately. He was about to protest when Sergio’s hand came up to cup his cheek, his thumb brushing gently across his skin. The look in his eyes was impossibly soft, full of something that made Luka’s chest ache.
“But you’re taking this whole thing so much better than I ever imagined,” Sergio murmured, a small, disbelieving smile tugging at his lips. “And I’m so damn glad.”
Luka’s cheeks somehow managed to grow even warmer. “Oh, I’m definitely panicking.”
“¿En serio?” Sergio asked, unable to hide the smile creeping onto his face.
Luka nodded and promptly hid his face against Sergio’s neck, as though that alone might spare him from further embarrassment.
Sergio blinked, one arm tightening instinctively around his waist.
“You don’t look like you’re panicking.”
Luka let out a muffled, utterly scandalized noise into his neck. “That’s because I’m trying very hard to look normal but I’m so mortified right now, I’ve never thought I… you know… with a man… with you” Luka looked back up, his expression somewhere between mortified and embarrassed.
A laugh escaped Sergio.
“No, seriously. If anything, why are you so calm?” Luka asked, covering his face for a moment before peeking at him through his fingers.
Sergio let out a dramatic sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“I’m actually trying my hardest to act normal and not like the hopelessly desperate man I am whenever you’re around.” He laughed under his breath, though it carried more nerves than amusement. “Es que me vuelves loco, Luka Modrić. I don’t even know how to behave without worrying I’ll scare you away.”
The admission hung between them, so raw and unguarded that it made Luka’s heart squeeze.
He reached up, cradling Sergio’s face with both hands, his thumbs brushing gently over his cheeks. The vulnerability in those dark eyes was almost startling on a man who had always seemed so fearless.
“You could never scare me, Sergio,” Luka said softly, he leaned in and kissed him again, slowly this time, gentle enough to erase every lingering doubt.
When they parted, Sergio searched his face as though he still couldn’t quite believe him.
“Las cosas que te quiero hacer…” he murmured, his thumb brushing over Luka’s cheek before trailing down the side of his neck as he inhaled his intoxicating scent. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined kissing you?” He pressed a kiss to Luka’s neck. “Ravishing you?” He began leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses along Luka’s neck, each one making him feel more lightheaded than the last.
“Te quiero devorar como un depredador devora a su presa”, Sergio whispered. Maybe Luka wanted exactly that, because at the confession, he felt his pants growing tighter, his hips shifting almost of their own accord as he became acutely aware of the hardness beneath him. Fuck. Sergio was big. He'd always known that, but feeling the solid hard-on beneath him was something else entirely.
Sergio groaned as Luka shifted against him, the delicious friction making it nearly impossible to think. Luka's round ass was to die for, and with him in his lap, Sergio was already convinced he'd died and gone to heaven. Then he pressed another kiss against Luka’s neck, firm enough to leave a bruise, drawing a helpless moan from him. “Fuck, I want to have you all to myself,” Sergio murmured. “I want to fight our friends just for looking at you in the locker room or when they get all touchy with you.” His hands tightened around Luka’s thighs, firm enough to leave them aching, and Luka found that he loved the burn.
“You’d be scandalized if I told you all the things I want to do with you,” his thumb possessively tracing the line of Luka's jaw.
Luka's eyes were hazy, his lashes heavy as he looked up at Sergio through half-lidded eyes. His breathing had grown just a touch uneven, every exhale a little slower than the last. "Well..." He worried his lower lip between his teeth, visibly debating whether he should say it, his fingers unconsciously tightening against Sergio's shoulders.
The sight of Luka worrying his rosy lower lip while fidgeting ever so slightly in Sergio's lap tested every ounce of Sergio's restraint, and it almost made him cum on the spot.
"...Tell me." The words came out barely above a whisper. Luka's gaze dropped to Sergio's lips, and Sergio got the message.
He closed the distance between them, capturing Luka's lips in another bruising kiss.