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Simeone doesn't even bother with turning the lights on. The darkness of the room was convenient; Antoine let his other senses beyond sight lead him.
"Congratulations," he breathes out, desperately holding onto his boss' arms. It isn't easy, Diego presses him against the wall and slides his hands right under his shirt, rolling it up. "Míster - "
"You were so amazing. Again. The best out there."
Antoine feels his boss' warm lips pressed against his neck, the stubble of his chin scratching the sensitive skin, and it's almost the same as it was on the pitch. And in the press room. But now, Simeone doesn't have to pull away after a second, there are no cameras capturing his every move, and he uses his teeth and tongue to nibble and suck on the skin, making Antoine whimper.
"I did it for you - for you - " He gives up on any interaction and just holds onto Diego's back, hopeful that he won't collapse this way from the overstimulation of his senses. "I would die for you out there, you know that? I wish I could - show you - just how much - " Antoine closes his eyes, letting his senses take over. The hands, the lips, the heartbeat, the heavy breathing echoing in the room, and the thumping of blood echoing in his ears, wondering how thin the thin wall between the players' tunnel and the room can be -
"Míster," he moans quietly, just enough to let Diego hear it, and grabs Diego's head.
There's a knock on the door and Antoine barely holds back a panicked cry. His heart rate jumps to two hundred at once.
"Dad?"
Diego covers his mouth and places a kiss on his cheek, followed by another, and another. "Shhh," he purrs in his ear, and it's almost just a brush of his breath, barely loud enough to be heard over the thumping of blood in Antoine's ears.
"Dad?"
It's louder this time, and after a triple knock the door handle moves, as Giovanni tries to unsuccessfully open the door. Diego bites into Antoine's shoulder and Antoine can sense it's the fleeting shame of the moment, just enough to make the older man regret his actions, for a second or two, and then the knocking is gone and the handle stands still as Giovanni gives up, probably walking off to search for his father elsewhere.
Antoine breathes out again.
Diego lets go of his shoulder and apologetically covers the place where his teeth sank into the shirt with the palm of his hand and caresses it. "I'm sorry for that."
Antoine is not sure if it's a sorry for the bite or for Giovanni's presence.
He doesn't mind either. He knows he shouldn't find it so hot, all of the actions combined - Diego's strong body pressing him against the wall of the small room, Giovanni's unseen presence, and Diego's momentary reminder of morality - but he can't help it. It turns him on that Diego needs him this much after the match; and it turns him, even more, knowing that Diego's lips that were just nibbling and sucking on his skin were the same lips planting a sweet peck on his son's cheeks before the match.
The moment of regret is short, it never takes long when Antoine is present. He kisses his boy again and cups his cheek. "Can I?" he asks, staring into Antoine's eyes with a passion that is almost enough by itself to send Antoine over the edge.
"Always," Antoine exhales, feeling absolutely meek when exposed to the gaze.
"You have to be really quiet - " Diego whispers, bringing his thumb to Antoine's lips. "Really quiet now." Antoine closes his lips around the thumb and nods, running out of breath to speak.
Fuck. He lets his fingers get in Diego's hair and swallows hard when the older man sinks to his knees in front of him. He thinks of the words whispered with urgency - You have to be really, really quiet now - they echo in his brain, as he throws his head back and focuses on biting back the moans that rise from deep within his throat. He can actually hear the commotion behind the door, the people talking loudly and some music playing in the background, he can imagine the boys dancing in the dressing room to the music blasting from the speakers -
He hopes Diego won't rinse his mouth before going out between the lads and meeting up with his son.
The idea is filthy, but with the carnal love that they shared, he couldn't think otherwise.
He will make sure to say hi to Giovanni too.