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Gavi wakes up in his bed again, this time wrapped in Pedri’s arms, his face buried in his chest, half on top of him. He sighs, taking in the man's comfort and warmth and the solid feeling of his body pressed into him.
The elder is playing with his hair and staring at him, smiling when he sees him blink open his eyes. “Morning baby.” His voice is gruff in the morning, scratchy yet smooth, deeper than usual. Like honey in a warm cup of bitter coffee. It sends a shiver down the younger’s spine.
“Morning.” He hums, eyes slipping closed and relaxing into the gentle touch. He didn’t expect the overwhelming relief when seeing Pedri still next to him, not acting as if nothing had happened.
Treating him like more than just a friend.
Hoping he would have to stop fighting for more.
“You snore when you sleep.” Chocolate eyes stared at him with adoration, his hand still massaging his scalp, the other rubbing at his back, cradling him in his arms. “‘S cute.”
Gavi beams and buries his face deeper into the elder’s chest. He doesn’t want to move, wants to stay here in Pedri’s arms forever, receiving all of his attention and praise. In this moment, he feels like he’s Pedri’s entire world. Like there is nothing more important than him, like he is the only thing that truly matters. It’s an intoxicating feeling, one that makes butterflies flap in his stomach and his head a little dizzy with lovesickness.
“What would you like to do this morning?” Pressing a kiss into his temple, pulling him impossibly closer to his body. He smells good, like sleep and Pedri, warm, firm, and forever present. A rock, a foundation for Gavi to latch onto. A safe haven where he doesn’t need to worry about how he acts or looks, who he is to the world, just Pedri.
He never knew he could miss something he never had, but here he is.
Finally looking up, his eyes mischievous, only now realizing he’s half hard and pressing against the Canarian’s hip. His gaze says everything, expresses how he needs the man, how he wants more.
Pedri snorts, “That’s not what I meant.” The hand in his hair moves to cradle his face, keeping them staring at each other. “Later, I promise. Right now I want to get food and watch a dumb movie and hold you.”
Normally, Gavi would feel a sting of denial, would push for more, probably begging seeing as the elder seems to love that. But he doesn’t, he smiles and nods his head and holds eye contact. Pedri’s eyes are so beautiful, they hold so much emotion within them.
He’s always so calm, so collected no matter where he is, able to hide his anger and frustration behind a well-crafted mask of tranquility. But his eyes tell all when he’s furious because they’re down in an important game, elated because they won the league, happy to be with the people he loves, when he’s trying not to laugh at a stupid joke that Gavi makes.
Eyes truly are the window to the soul, at least for him.
And Gavi stares, hoping he can find an answer to the question bouncing around his skull. He does.
“Delivery?” He smiles slyly, hoping to keep Pedri warm in bed with him for as long as possible.
His eyes crinkle at the corners as his lips tug up, gently shaking his head. “Whatever you want, baby.”
They deliver pizza at ten in the morning, because it’s never to early to eat pizza. Normally, Pedri has a ‘no eating in my bed’ rule, but he lets it slide as Gavi comes running in with the box, sliding back next to Pedri and curling into his side.
They watch an action flick the elder picked out. He seems to be struggling to pay attention though, distracted by the younger man who’s laying on his chest, constantly staring and petting him.
When the movie is over and they’ve both eaten, they lounge in bed talking about training and their next game. Gossiping about new relationships in the team and who’s mad at who.
Every so often, Pedri places a kiss on his face, whether it’s his nose, his cheeks, or his forehead. It brings a bright blush to the younger’s face and makes him forget where he is in his story. Makes him swoon and stutter and scold the elder for being such a distraction.
He loves having him this close, feels like they’ve been doing it for a lifetime.
They only separate when they have to rush to training, both not wanting to lose their spots as starters on the squad. Pedri drives him for the first time in months.
He likes that Pedri wants to take care of him, wants to baby him and checks on him constantly, more than he wants to admit.
Being someone important to this man is a heady, all-consuming feeling. And this all feels so new, brand new territory for Gavi, exploring a new side to the elder. A new side to their relationship.
It feels so important like the weight of the world is in his hands.
After training, they lounge on Pedri’s couch, his hands lazily tracing Gavi’s abs. It’s been the most domestic day of his life, and he wants to soak it in and enjoy it, but he can’t shake the restless buzz beneath his skin, begging to be satiated.
He needs cock. Pedri’s cock.
His gaze lingered on the elder, fingers so gentle like he was touching fragile porcelain. He seems absolutely fascinated with Gavi’s body, memorizing his outline like he’d only get the chance once.
Gavi realizes that he loves the way he’s being looked at, that it makes his dick swell within the confines of his shorts, makes him feel that pleasant dizziness that only Pedri gives him. Licking his lips as the man goes lower and lower.
“Pedri.” He whispers, there’s eyes finally meeting, Pedri’s ever-present smirk resting on his features, makes him look devilishly handsome. He wants to kiss him, suck on his tongue.
There’s a slight pink tint to his cheeks that makes his heart jump, “Yes?”
Realizing he’s been holding his breath, he exhales shakily, arousal pooling in his stomach and groin. “More.”
That cruel chuckle escapes those perfect lips as the man shakes his head, “You still haven’t learned. Is that how you ask?”
At this point, Gavi isn’t sure what more he can give, how many times he has to push, has to ask . The worst part is that he likes it. He likes that Pedri is mean, and withholds his pleasure until he asks, begs. He hates that he loves begging.
His brows are set in a hard line, determined to get what the fuck he wants. Grabbing Pedri’s neck, he smashes their lips together furiously, clashing teeth and tongue, sucking on his lips. It’s hard and mean and so familiar. He loves this.
When he pulls back, a shot of adrenaline rushes through him at Pedri’s wide shocked eyes, his face quickly schooling itself back into a smirk, his brows furrowed but clearly impressed.
Before he can speak, Gavi does, “You’re going to make me come.” They breathe each other's air, his words heavy and demanding. He can see in Pedri’s eyes that he wants him, wants to give him what he asks for. But he’s still waiting for more. “I want you to make me come. Please.”
There’s a fire in those eyes now, his breath coming heavier than before, practically panting as the Canarian reconnects their lips, hands trailing up and down Gavi’s unclothed torso. He’s groping at his skin, pulling on the muscle and the bit of fat that hangs around his waist, shoving himself against the younger.
“Finally learned how to fucking ask.” He grumbles out, deep and low, scratchy, wrecked.
Before Gavi can say anything, Pedri’s sliding off the couch onto his knees. This is not what he had expected, but the thought of the man’s mouth on his cock makes his head spin with glee.
Yanking down his shorts and shoving them off his feet, Pedri perfectly slots himself between his friend’s legs, biting at his thighs while his hands move up and down his body. He can’t keep them to himself, needing to touch every part of the Sevillian.
Surely, there will be bruises on his thighs tomorrow, with the way he’s desperately mouthing at him. “Fucking perfect, that’s what you are.” He mumbles between sucking purple marks into the soft, muscular flesh. “Deserve to be worshipped. Deserve to be in a museum.”
Gavi moans, high and whiny at the remark, his hands threading their way into Pedri’s hair as he relinquishes control to the assault. “Please, please touch me.” He groans when the elder pointedly ignores his leaking red cock, too focused on the junction of his thigh.
His lips move upwards, a trail of hickeys and bites behind as he attacks his hips and abs. “Be patient, baby, know you’ve been patient before.”
Eyes rolling back as he bucks his lips, Pedri licking from his groin to his navel, “No, please don’t make me wait. I asked, I asked like you wanted.” The hands in his hair try to force him down but Pedri is stronger, grabs his wrists and pins them to the couch by his hips.
“You did, you were such a good boy, and I always give you what you need, don’t I?” He grits out as he bites at Gavi’s stomach. When he sees the younger nod in agreement he continues, “I’ll give you everything you need, know exactly what you want. But you need to be patient, love. Need to mark you up, so everyone knows that this is mine.”
Gavi moans again, shamelessly. He’s always given what he needs. Pedri takes care of him, knows what he needs better than himself. Trying to relax into the feeling of the man’s persistent borderline animalistic touches. It’s so much, too much, not enough.
He feels like he’s being eaten alive, drowning in overwhelming pleasure, teetering on the edge of something so important, something magnificent. He wants to feel it, to know it, to truly drown in it. Pedri knows him, knows his limits.
He wants his cock.
It’s been at least ten minutes of relentless torture, Pedri’s moved up to his nipples, biting and sucking on them, pinching and twisting whatever isn’t in his mouth. Completely covered by him.
It’s at this point that the younger man starts to beg, mouth running a million miles a minute, his words eliciting the most perfect moans and grunts from his companion. “Please, your cock, please I need it, need your cock. Need you.”
“You aren’t getting it.” He bites back, mouth finally reaching his clavicle, “You need something else, don’t you baby?”
Gavi feels delirious, he’s waited so long, he’s starting to wonder if he can ever earn it.
Pedri always gives him what he needs, never lets him completely succumb to the overwhelming feeling. Pedri always delivers, so generous with his care, with his pleasure, he knows that by the end of this, he’ll get to come, that Pedri will give him that.
He trusts him.
“Give me what I need, you know what I need just give it to me, please let me come.” He grinds out when he feels a hand loosely stroke his cock. The fire is back, consuming him, and all the while he feels submerged in water, unsure of how two feelings can coexist.
“Fuck, baby.” He groans, sending sparks down the younger’s spine. Then he’s back on his knees, licking at Gavi’s cock. Gentle and soft and not enough . Teasing, he’s being teased.
Trying to grab at the dark locks of hair, he finds his hands being swatted away. “You aren’t fucking my mouth, you’re taking what I give. Understood? I’m going to use my mouth and you are going to come just from that.” His mouth slid up and down his shaft, lips finally wrapping around the head and sucking.
“Yes, yes I understand.” Gasping, hands gripping the couch as his head drops back, the feeling heady and unreal. He didn’t know head could feel so good.
But Pedri is an attentive lover, relentless and all-consuming, complete and perfect. He makes quick work, his jaw relaxed as his head moves up and down, bobbing, a hand wrapped around the base twisting, the other pinching at his nipple.
By now, he isn’t ashamed of the loud moans and gasps that he lets slip past his lips, quickly learning that Pedri loves it, spurring him on to move quicker. He doesn’t hold back, lets everything out, ‘fuck’ ‘please’ ‘more’ ‘Pedri’ on a loop, as if those are the only words he knows.
He makes the mistake of closing his eyes, the pleasure too much, his body trying to limit input so he can feel. But then the pleasure ceases and he’s left blinking, eyes watering in confusion.
Pedri’s eyes are hard, determined, and set, black with arousal, “Look at me. If you don’t want me to stop, don’t take your eyes off of me. Be good.”
“Okay.” He whispers.
Then the pleasure is back, Pedri’s hot wet mouth on his dick and sucking him down. So tight, incredibly tight, like warm velvet enveloping him, and so so wet. There’s spit dripping down his chin, his cheeks are so red and flushed, and his forehead is sweaty causing those pretty curls to appear on it.
He looks divine between his legs, and Gavi’s incredibly grateful. Grateful that he’s here, with this angel on his knees for him, grateful for such a gifted mouth, but most of all grateful that Pedri had him keep his eyes open. It’s a struggle, the pleasure almost too much, a constant fight to keep his lids from falling, but the sight is everything. Better than any of his jerk-off sessions.
“‘S so good. Amazing. Thank you, thank you, ‘m so close.” He rambles, knuckles white with the effort of keeping his hands off of Pedri. The man doubles his efforts, somehow speeds up, and takes him too deep into his throat, the tight suction around his tip is enough to push him over the edge.
The orgasm feels like a breath of fresh air, relief flooding his senses while white hot pleasure courses through him, mind-numbing. He feels it all the way down to his toes as he fills Pedri’s mouth with an absurd amount of cum. It seems to last forever, when finally he pulls off and swallows.
He rests his head on Gavi’s good knee, heaving for air as he catches his breath, like it’s his first after drowning too. Finally opening his eyes, they lock, and he smirks. “‘M so proud of you, did so good, did everything I asked.” Kissing and biting at his thigh again, his hands gently rubbing at his sides. Gavi preens at the praise. “Asked for what you wanted, ‘m so fucking proud, baby.”
His eyes slip shut again and he relaxes for a bit. He looks fucked out.
He looks fuckable.
Then he’s standing up, knees shaking as he does, red marks on them that he’ll surely be teased for later. But what catches his eyes is the giant wet patch on his sweatpants right over his soft cock. He came. He came while blowing Gavi. Both of his hands were on him the entire time. He came untouched. Just from blowing him.
He swallows thickly, eyes staring, cock twitching, interested. Pedri smirks when he realizes, extends a hand and pulls him up so they’re standing chest to chest. Gives him the dirtiest kiss manageable, one that submerges Gavi and makes the fog return ever so slightly. “Love making you come.” He mumbles against his lips before pulling him upstairs and towards the shower.
Gavi comes two more times in the shower, Pedri’s fingers buried deep inside of him, fucking him hard and rough, giving him everything he needs. They kiss sloppily, Pedri’s dick remaining hard and untouched, insisting he didn’t need another orgasm, just needed Gavi to get there for the both of them.
Pedri is selfish with pleasure, but not his own. With Gavi’s, insists that he takes everything he is given, insists he begs, insists he shows him that he’s wanted.
And yet is so giving.
They curl up in bed, the younger man’s body heavy with satiated arousal, completely spent. Pedri spoons him, his hard cock pressed against his ass and his head buried in Gavi’s neck. “Thank you for giving me you.” He mumbles quietly, his fingers grazing his chest gently.
Pablo feels so warm and fuzzy at the words. “Thank you.” He whispers back.
He falls asleep tucked in warm safe arms, kind words whispered into his ear as he’s showered in affection.
The question buzzing in his head is answered.
As he drifts off he hears Pedri whisper, “‘M so proud, you earned it, you earned everything.”