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“Welcome home” Cristiano said, waiting for Leo to swallow the fact that his kitchen had been turned into what looked like a fancy French restaurant, worthy of candles and crystal wine glasses.
Cristiano knew Leo had been awake for hours now, simply because the man had bags under his eyes. Leo dropped his traveling case on the floor with a huge, loud tug, not even blinking as he made his way over to where Cris was waiting for him. Cristiano hugged him, bringing Leo into his personal space with strength enough to break his ribs, but Leo didn’t mind. He really didn’t care for he was in Cris’ arms again.
Before any words were exchanged between them, Cris brought Leo in for the deepest kiss they had ever shared. It was slow and sexy , somehow all Leo needed to know he was home, and would be well taken care of.
Cris let him go with a low sigh, their eyes connecting as Leo brought Cristiano back for another round, by the shirt. Cristiano pushed Leo into the nearest wall carefully, making sure the man wouldn’t be harmed by any decorations, such as pictures.
They both knew things were escalating much too fast, but neither of them cared about it. Cristiano forgot all about the dinner he had made, that was now cooling on the counter and focused on the fact that Leo moaned lowly the second his shirt was on the floor and Cris’ hands were on him.
“Leo…”
“Just kiss me, please…” Leo didn’t give Cris the chance to kiss him, because he turned around, facing the wall like a scolded child. But, before Cris could say anything, Leo was already pushing his jeans down, along with his boxers, giving Cris the perfect view of his strong, round ass.
Cris found himself kissing Leo’s shoulder blades, giving him feather light lovebites behind his ears, allowing his growing erection to roam free once his jeans were off as well. Cristiano knew what Leo wanted, needed even, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his man.
“God, Cris… Just go for it, please” Leo arched for breath “Don’t bother preparing me, just…”
Cris could’ve come to those words, but he, somehow, found a way to restrain himself. Cris allowed himself some experimenting strokes, finding that he was already extremely hard. The fact that Leo was desperately pushing back, trying to find whatever friction he could wasn’t helping.
Cris pushed into Leo’s hole calmly, yet constantly. Leo’s mouth was open in a perfect ‘O’, not a sound coming from his lips. His head fell back against Cris’ shoulder, the Portuguese taking his time to claim Leo all over again like he had the very first time Leo had given himself to Cris, leaving marks everywhere, so that the Argentinian wouldn’t be able to hide them all.
In that moment, Leo didn’t give it two shakes of a rat’s ass. Cristiano was inside him, growing and growing to the point Leo thought Cris would break him in half. He didn’t care that there were no messages, or that he had won the Cup. He was home, with the love of his life and that was it .
“Damn, Leo…” Cristiano whispered against Leo’s shoulder and the man smiled, a low groan escaping Cris. Normally, Leo was the screamer, not Cris. Cris hardly ever allowed others to see what he was feeling, but Leo was the only exception “I’m gonna come…”
“Yes, Cris, give it to me…”
It didn’t take long before both players were coming and screaming each other’s names. Cris came first, allowing himself to spill his seed inside his lover. As for Leo, it was a combination of Cris’ actions that led him to his orgasm: the friction of Cris’ cock, obviously, but also the kisses on his shoulder, his heavy breathing on his neck, the way his hands held onto to him like his life depended on it.
“Welcome home, indeed…” Leo whispered, his forehead resting against the cool wall. Cristiano laughed, still inside Leo and his body shook from the laughter all the way until where they were still linked, making Leo shiver “I love you, Cris”
“I love you too, babe” Cristiano was still breathing heavily when he pulled out of Leo, his semem dripping between Leo’s legs “Sorry about that…”
“Don’t be…” Leo moved to kiss Cris’ lips, tasting there all the admiration the Portuguese felt for him “Is that pasta I smell?”
“It is, yes” Cris smiled, his hands coming to rest on Leo’s waist “Let’s take a shower, love, so that I can serve you dinner”
“And waste all the candles and the wine? Not a chance. Dinner first, shower and then round two, what do you say?” Leo wiggled his eyebrows at Cris, who finally gave the Argentinian a full on laughter.
“Sound good to me” Cris bent to give Leo another kiss, taking him by the hand into the kitchen, still half naked, for the most romantic dinner either of them had ever had.