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As the players were stretching and getting ready for the game on the field, Cristiano was there too, running around, stretching his legs, casually looking around, searching for familiar faces.
Kylian was not far away, stretching too, his eyes were secretly on Cristiano, watching his every step.
He bent over to stretch the back of his legs, showing his body off to whomever is willing to look (actually, it was for one person’s eyes only), but unfortunately Cristiano couldn’t seem to care less as his eyes found Leo’s and they went for a friendly greeting hug. Kylian sighed. He absolutely hated feeling transparent. He tried so hard to catch Ronaldo’s attention but he failed miserably.
Though Cristiano greeted him later on in the tunnel, as they were standing in line ready to enter the field, it wasn’t enough for him.
/
The game has started. The first half went well as both teams gave a fair fight.
During it though, Cristiano got injured.
As Keylor jumped high to stop the ball from flying into his net, he tried to punch the ball as far away as he could, resulting in hitting Cristiano on the cheek with his elbow, close to his left eye. Cristiano kept playing despite the injury, earning a penalty kick and taking it of course and equalized the score.
Right before the second half started, Cristiano and Kylian met each other on the field and the man started talking to him.
As they were talking, Cristiano noticed Kylian’s eyes constantly checking him out, trying to disguise them to seem concerned, but Cristiano knew better.
The younger striker was already leaving when Cristiano made him turn his head and look at him again.
“Hey”, he called, “have you seen my cheek?”, he asked him with a smile, pointing at his cheek as if he wants to be patted, wants to be pitied. He knew Kylian had a soft spot for him and he felt the urge to tease the boy, to see how he would react, what he would say. He gave him his permission and encouragement to touch.
Kylian got closer, his hand moved towards Cris’s cheek, all red and swollen. he didn’t want to cause him any pain. He gently laid his fingers on the man’s face, examining the bruise closely. The moment was so short, but meant the world to him and he wanted to cherish it. he wished the world would just freeze so he could keep holding Cris’s face, softly stroke his thumb on his cheek to make him feel better and ease his pain.
“You’ll be just fine”, he said laughing, cutting out the scene and turned around to go to his position.
Every time he had to interact with Cristiano on the field, he did everything in his powers to seem like a colleague, an equal among equals, it was important to him because he wanted to be taken seriously. But deep down what he felt near Cristiano was butterflies in his stomach, heat waves that would come and go, he felt like a teenager again, one who’s obsessed with the man who is now his rival. He couldn’t shake this feeling away, seeing Cristiano in person always brought him back to his childhood room, where he had so many posters of Cristiano hanging on his walls. He was always his biggest fan.
The final whistle was blown and after PSG receiving the cup, both teams went back to their hotel rooms/homes.
/
Later that night, Kylian, Achraf and Neymar were all sitting around, talking and joking as usual. Kylian was on the bed playing with his phone, constantly writing something and deleting it right away. His fingers could still feel Cristiano’s skin, he was hooked, he needed more.
He thought about sending him a message, his fingers couldn’t stop trying to compose the perfect one, that one message that will make Cristiano throw everything and run to where he was, but then he thought that it was hopeless. He didn’t know what to write to the man, and he figured there were so many old friends and colleagues of his that he’d probably rather spend his time catching up with them. So he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.
/
In the middle of the night, Kylian heard a knock on his door.
He could barely open is eyes, he got out of bed and blindly went towards the door. He stumbled and collided with something as he walked in the dark, hurting his toe.
“Merde!”, he shook his foot in the air to calm down the sharp pain, his eyes still half closed when he heard another persistent knock.
“What the fuck” he whispered under his breath, finally standing in front of the door and opening it suspiciously.
Cristiano was the one who stood in front of him.
“Cris? What are you doing here?” He looked at the older man.
“Aren’t you gonna let me in?” Cristiano asked rhetorically, entering the room as Kylian took half a step back to let him inside.
“What are you doing here? What time it is?” He looked confused, sleep-dazed, his face all puffy and soft.
“It’s 3:13”, Cristiano said and he was standing right there awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking around.
“Hakimi…”
“Hakimi isn’t here”
“He’s not?”
“Have you seen him in his bed?”
“I haven’t noticed…”
“He’s with Ramos and Neymar, they’re playing cards in Sergio’s room.”
“Oh…”
“I fugured you were here all alone so I decided to drop by”, he said, slowly getting closer to Kylian who felt exposed. He was wearing only his tiny shorts and a white psg t-shirt. His cock was already skyrocketing and hard just from the sight of Cristiano standing on his doorstep, asking to be let in.
He felt the urge to pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t another one of these wet dreams of his.
It wasn’t. Cristiano was really there.
His hard dick made a very noticeable bulge in his shorts and he tried covering it with one of his hands, looking miserable. He didn’t know what to do or where to hide, he hated being so weak when it came to Cristiano, he was his idol and his weak spot ever since he could remember, ever since he was just a kid, and he couldn’t do absolutely anything to contain himself or to at least gracefully manage the situation.
It just was what it was, and it would be even more pathetic trying to hide it.
It was clear as day to everyone.
And of course to Cristiano as well.
Because of course he knew, of course he felt it, he could smell Kylian’s desire for him from yards away. And of course, just like everyone else, he saw Kylian’s pictures in his old bedroom where he grew up.
And it made him wonder about stuff, about teenage boys in their rooms with their doors locked so that their moms wouldn’t come in.
“I saw these old pictures of yours”, Cris said as he walked towards the couch and his eyes dropped down to glare at Kylian’s hand on his shorts, his long and thin fingers trying to cover that insanely huge bulge in his shorts as he passed right by him.
“You know, the ones with the -“
“Oh god”, Kylian looked embarrassed to death. His face was completely flushed and his blush was noticeable through his dark skin. He was mortified, trying to cover his face with the palm of his other hand, the one that wasn’t on his crotch and he felt absolutely ridiculous in that moment.
Cristiano thought it was the most adorable thing.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed! I thought they were sweet. Flattering”, he said.
Kylian looked at him with a serious face, trying to figure out what he came for. He would never ask him that.
His brain started working as he got more and more awake, realizing there could not be another reason for Cristiano to come find him this late at night if it wasn’t for sex. The tension in the room was undeniable.
He sat on the couch next to Cristiano and looked at him, as if waiting to see what more the Portuguese had to say.
“I was wondering”, he slightly leaned in as he continued, “I mean, there were just so many of them”, he was struggling to articulate himself, trailing off with his words.
“When I was your age all my roommates had on their walls were playboy models and calendar girls”, he moved his head to look at Kylian.
“And I sure know what they were doing while looking at them photos.”
Kylian’s eyes were dark, he was on-to, he was embarrassed but he was also extremely aroused, the most turned-on he ever remembered being in his entire life, he didn’t care about anything anymore. Cristiano wanted him. That was why he came for.
“I have thought about you sometimes”, Kylian finally admitted, his hand rested on his hip, just beside his dick.
“You have?”, Cristiano was listening carefully.
“Yes”, Kylian answered with confidence.
“I see”, Cristiano said, fascinated.
He got a little closer to Kylian, eyeing him from top to bottom and top again. There couldn’t be a better sight.
“And what were you thinking about, if I might ask? Something in particular?”, Cristiano had to use every tool in his box to be patient and not devour this boy right then and there, but his eyes couldn’t lie, they were burning hot and couldn’t move away from eyeing every part of Kylian’s body, the lining of his delicious looking hard cock inside his tiny shorts, the unbelievably smooth skin of his thighs, his hard nipples peeking from his white t-shirt. He looked into his eyes as Kylian had finally spoke.
“I've imagined you giving me head more times than I could even remember.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Yes. And you were so good”
Their eye contact never broke.
“I am so good”, Cristiano said with a proud grin, giving the French a suggestive look.
Mbappe’s eyes were pleading at that point. Don’t tease.
He soflty grabbed Cristiano by the chin and pulled his face closer to his, he tilted his head and let his nose move up the length of Cristiano’s fine cheekbone, stopping at his ear. His face smelled like chamomile.
“Please…”, he whispered. “can you show me?”
Cristiano grabbed Kylian by his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, opening his mouth immediately to absolutely devour him, their overly wet tongues met and never separated again until Cristiano broke the kiss with a wet sound.
“Oh, I’ll show you. I’ll show you anything you want.”
He leaned in to kiss him again, their tongues softly wrapping and dancing around each other, Kylian’s hand working on Cris’s pants to try and free his dick. When Cristiano’s dick finally bounced out of his pants, Kylian grabbed it and his fingers naturally wrapped around it, slowly moving up and down his length.
“Wait”, Cristiano stopped him. “Give me your hand”, Cristiano spat in Kylian’s hand so that he’ll wet his dick while he was jerking him off.
Kylian squeezed Cristiano’s cock gently as Cristiano got his hands on Kylian’s shorts, pulling them down his legs, revealing an absolutely gorgeous, big, leaking dark cock, and having to stop everything to look at this sight, at Kylian who was helplessly hard and panting and thrown on the couch like some kind of a renascence painting.
Cristiano suddenly stood up only to go down to his knees in front of Kylian, placing his head between his legs. His hands were placed on the side of the boy’s hips, as he leaned in to drop soft kisses around Kylian’s dick, on his thighs, his stomach, his crotch. He looked at the head and noticed it was leaking heavily, leaving Kylian’s stomach wet with his own transparent liquid.
“You really want it don’t you?”
“Does it hurt?” Kylian ignored Ronaldo’s rhetorical question as he lowered his gaze to the bruise on his cheek. He grabbed his dick and squeezed it lightly.
“A little”, Cris watched Kylian’s hand on his dick, stroking it lightly to the sight of A bruised Cristiano Ronaldo between his thighs.
He softly brushed his dick across Cristiano’s bruise, making the older man hiss quietly with both pain and pleasure.
“Does it hurt now?”
Cristiano's eyes were closed as he felt the heavy dick leaking on his swollen cheek, moving up and down his cheekbone and sliding up to gently brush on his bruise again. He sighed and licked his lips to the burning friction, his own dick was slick and pumping in his hand.
“It feels nice.”
Kylian kept getting off on Cristiano’s face, moving his dick slowly on his skin, from his bruise to his cheeks and to his chin and his lips.
He tapped his dick gently on Cristiano’s cheek as the Portuguese tilted his head to the side to let him do so, his lips wet and glossy in the room’s light, his expression absolutely promiscuous.
“God, you’re so hot”, Kylian said softly, wrapping his hand around the side of Cristiano’s head, his thumb caressing his temple.
Cristiano opened his eyes and gave him a dark glare before placing his eyes on his dick, this monster, examining him with careful eyes. He grabbed him by the base and he was mesmerized by it, couldn’t wait to taste it.
His lips parted and he finally slid the head into his mouth, his tongue wrapped around it and he started lapping on it like it’s a lollipop, milking these salty little drops out of him, moving his head up and down slowly and taking him deeper and deeper into his mouth.
Kylian’s hands were wrapped around Cristiano’s hair, he was unbelievably hot, panting, leaking, throbbing and his heart was beating dangerously fast.
He couldn’t believe what was happening in front of his eyes.
He watched Cristiano carefully, the way his dick was sliding perfectly in and out of this warm mouth as he created a slow rhythm to fuck his mouth to. He was gently holding his head, shallowly bucking his hips into him.
“You’re ok?” He asked Cris, rubbing his temple with his thumb again.
Cristiano flicked his eyes to him, not letting go of his dick but just saying ‘yes’ with his eyes that were pleading, filled with desire.
“Oh yeah, keep looking at me like that”, the words spilled out of Kylian’s mouth uncontrollably, he would never think he’d speak to Cristiano Ronaldo like that but this whole thing was surreal and so he locked his eyes with Cristiano’s, holding his head in place as his hips rose to slide his dick deeper into his mouth, his lips were parted beautifully around Kylian’s thick member, smooth and so delicious on Cristiano’s tongue, welcoming him inside as deep as he pleased, Cristiano’s throat accepting him and wrapping around him as he thrusted in, and Cristiano was taking it beautifully, their eyes were still connected as Cristiano’s started to tear up.
Kylian freed Cristiano from his dick, giving him a few seconds to breathe again, to miss his dick and come back for more, his lips and mouth were all hot and wet and ready for him, needing to feel his weight on his tongue again.
“If you’re gonna keep doing this I won't last much”, Kylian said, it was already too much for him.
“Oh you can come if you need to”, Cristiano was jerking their both dicks off, “I’ll just keep on tasting you until you come again”, he wet-kissed up and down the side of Kylian’s dick, “and again”, he kept repeating his words. “and again…”
“Oh god”, Kylian panted, he was so close he didn’t know what to do. Every word of Cristiano, every breath on his dick made him feel like he’s gonna come in any second now.
“Actually, turn over”, Cristiano ordered.
“Wanna see that ass of yours”, he helped him move his hips up and turn over to face the couch, placing his ass up in the air.
Cristiano stood up and stretched his legs and his knees. He looked down closely at the ass in front of him. His heart was pounding fast in his chest. He spread his cheeks to reveal his sweet pink hole. Just as pink as his lips. sigh.
Kylian’s ass was smooth and round and soft. Cristiano couldn’t get his hands off of that velvet skin, he spread him open a few times more as he was chewing on his lower lip. It was perfect.
“Boy…”, he spat on his hole, his fingers rubbed the liquid around it, gently tapping on his wet entrance, making Kylian sob and purr.
“You like that?”, he asked as he repeated the action, slapping Kylian’s entrance with two of his fingers, the sound it made was so dirty.
Kylian’s moans were soft, his forehead rested on the sofa’s backrest. He was nodding his head.
Cristiano bent to face Kylian’s ass and he immediately dived in, gently placing the tip of his tongue on him to make circles around his soft rim and making him wet wet wet. He slid one finger inside him slowly, easing him up patiently bit by bit and he brought back the softness of his tongue to it as he took his time to try and stretch him open. He was unbearably tight.
The second finger wasn’t late to follow.
Cristiano’s fingers were slowly fucking Mbappe and he was almost riding on them, his ass moving up and down on them in an agonizingly slow rhythm, with a movement so delicious and pornographic that it should only be allowed to be seen at smoke-filled dark places.
“Yeah”, Cristiano slapped his ass hard, leaving a red mark on Kylian’s deep caramel skin, “just like that baby”, he slapped him again, “keep moving like that”, he squeezed his ass and spread him open again as he was figerfucking him, watching carefully at the way his fingers slid in and out and scissored the moaning boy’s burning-hot body.
Then, he pulled his fingers out of Kylian completely, leaving the boy empty and in need.
The French protested by lifting his ass even higher in the air, flashing it, showing it off. Offering it to Cristiano. Practically putting it on a silver platter for him.
Cristiano glued his mouth onto Kylian’s ass again that was way more open this time, more stretched, more soft and wet and used and ready. he plunged his tongue inside of him, lapping on his insides and then sucking on his rim. Kylian couldn’t stop moving his body and shaking his ass on the man’s face the entire time. Couldn’t stand still. Cristiano lifted himself up and grabbed his own dick that was leaking, practically untouched and he knew that as soon as he’ll drive it inside of him it will be over very quickly.
He placed himself between Kylian’s cheeks, his hands opening him up more, revealing and stretching his delicious entrance again and again as the tip of his dick gently pressed on it until he popped inside and the head of his dick was instantly wrapped up in softness and heat and Kylian was so tight around him, holding still as he was trying to get used to the burning feeling of a big dick stretching him open.
Cristiano let a string of spit fall down on his dick and he used it to slick Kylian's ass a little more as he was moving slowly back and forth, getting his dick deeper with each thrust.
Kylian’s moans were quiet and soft, contained, his eyes were closed as his body started picking up on Cristiano’s slow rhythm and moving underneath him with approval, moving his hips to meet the dick behind him as their bodies were working together.
“Are you ok?”, Cristiano wrapped his hand around Kylian’s neck and jaw, tilting his head to the side to look at him while he was fucking him slow and deep.
“Yeah”, Kylian panted as he was trying to make eye contact with Cristiano but the angle didn’t let him, being able to see only a clue of the man who was fucking him.
His lower back was working extra hours to ride on Cris’s cock, to try to take him deeper, to show him what a good boy he is.
Cristiano’s hands were on Kylian’s neck, grabbing him gently and lifting his head up as his driving in and out of him was becoming faster, violent, savage.
He grabbed his ass to own it, to have control over it and have it where he needs it to be so he could slam his dick deep into him, he couldn’t get enough of the cries that were spilling out of Kylian’s mouth, sounding high and so raw as his neck was stretched back to the side and he was taking that dick that was slamming into him with force again and again and again until it wasn’t anymore.
Cristiano let his grip go and left the younger man open and gaping on the couch, staying stood right behind him, his eyes on him. He slapped Kylian’s ass, his own dick in the palm of his hand as he was suiting it gently, begging it to hold on at least a few minutes longer.
“Come here”, he lifted Kylian off the sofa and sat there instead, his legs spread, his dick in his hand.
“Climb up”, he ordered, watching as the youngster did what he was told and settled himself on Cris’s lap, taking his dick and sliding it into himself just so he could start riding it immediately, his pace slow but he feels tight on Cristiano’s dick and he moves up and down on it so good that Cristiano really prayed to god fot it to not end.
Their mouths met as Kylian was riding him mindlessly, his body moving like a stripper’s would and he kissed the older man while playing with his hard nipples, pinching them, licking into his mouth, clenching himself on the dick that’s moving inside him to make himself feel even tighter to Cristiano, as if he wasn’t tight enough as it is, making the Portuguese break the kiss with a loud groan.
“Shit”, Cristiano panted in disbelief. It was too good.
Kylian’s leaking dick was bouncing up and down Cristiano’s abs and Cristiano grabbed it to jerk him off to the same rhythm of their fucking, slicking his entire length and stroking it firmly until Kylian’s eyes shut closed and he began to come, his moans loud and promiscuous and please don’t stop, his insides were tensing with his orgasm that made his ass clench sharply again and again on Cristiano’s dick that was frantically moving inside of him until the older man began coming as well, couldn’t hold it any longer and couldn’t even pull out of Kylian’s body in time, he was settled deep inside of him and he let everything out right there.
His own stomach was full of sweat and of Kylian’s pearly cum and they held each other tight as both of them recovered from such intense orgasms.
Kylian couldn’t deny the urge to keep his hips moving on Cristiano’s dick that was slowly softening inside of him and he began slowly milking it, making the older man hiss as it was too intense.
“Easy, cowboy”, he said with a laugh, “if it wasn’t enough for you we can repeat”, he was eyeing Kylian’s blushed and sweaty face. “I just need like 10 minutes”.
He slapped Kylian’s ass as in telling him to lift himself up so he could get his dick out of him and clean himself up, noticing his semen beginning to drip out of Kylian’s body, down to his inner thigh as the younger man stood up and went straight to the shower.
Cristiano was still thrown on the couch when he heard the door’s handle started moving. When it didn’t open, the person behind it began knocking violently.
Cristiano panicked for a second, he got up quickly and threw his clothes on.
“Hello ???”
He heard Hakimi from the other side of the room, knocking on the door. He opened the door for him.
“Cristiano?”
“I was just leaving”, Cris said without looking at Achraf and vanished into the long corridor.
Hakimi was stunned. He entered his and Kylian’s shared room, he saw Kylian’s clothes thrown on the floor, he saw drops of cum on the floor.
“Don’t tell me…”
He opened the bathroom’s door, seeing Kylian’s figure through the steamy shower glass.
“Did you just fuck Cristiano Ronaldo ???”
“He fucked me”, Kylian replied apathetically.
Achraf was in shock.
“How… how was it?” He unsurely asked in disbelief, his curiosity being stronger than him.
Kylian closed the water stream and opened the shower glass door. As he was grabbing a towel, Achraf noticed a few red marks on his body, still raw on his skin.
“It was fucking amazing.”