Victor Wembanyama /Devin Vassell nsfw not true etc not particularly edited.
“Victor.” Devin doesn’t open his eyes, he’d only see white sheets anyway. “Not morning.”
He’s lying, Devin can feel the pleasure of waking up after sleeping deep last night. The almost holiday of a few days off between the series. Getting laid without having to hold anything in reserve for a game.
“Sun’s up,” Victor kisses the words against his neck, “it’s morning.”
“Ain’t no music playing, still nighttime.” Devin’s arguing for the fun of it, Vic will bite, he always does.
“Turning off an alarm doesn’t mean it’s not morning.” There’s a Protestant hint of disapproval from sleeping in in Victor’s voice that makes Devin smile.
Victor is primly attached to his routines. Devin gets the burning pride that they warn you about in Sunday school that he can make Vic ignore his routines. Devin can keep him in bed, already hard and quivering with need.
But he’s not going to pick too much of a fight, it’s fun to draw this out, but what he really wants is for Victor to stop talking and go back to what he was doing before. Brushing his lips nice and soft over the marks he left last night. His fingers are already fitted into the fingerprints he left behind.
Victor’s careful his hips rocking his morning wood into the thick muscle of Devin’s thigh. Despite the deep sleep Devin is still tender and Victor would never forget that.
“The best mornings are with you.” Victor murmurs into Devin’s ear, there’s no trace of sleep into his voice, it puffs Devin up with pride, how Victor will hold himself back and back until he’s bursting with it, making himself wait, probably staring at Devin sleeping like a weirdo, poised all desperate when he’s right there.
Maybe it’s crazy, the ego boost that crawls over him, that just being here makes Victor crack and ask for something and then fall apart. Vic drags his hand down Devin’s side and up over his ass. Devin doesn’t hide his gasp when he’s pushed slightly open.
Victor freezes for a moment then he slides his hand back onto his fingerprints, he kisses Devin’s shoulder apologetic, “still feel me from last night?” He’s got his own boastful pride.
Devin nods, he’s not going to deny it, so wrung out the third time they fucked that he couldn’t even ride Victor anymore. He’d laid back, his back to Victors chest barely holding himself up as Vic planted his feet on the bed to fuck hard into him.
It gets a bit hazy, panting out of a throat numb from Victor’s cock, his dick already soft. Vic’s gotta one up him even in this. Gotta make him come four times if Devin begged him to stop at three. Gotta fuck him harder the second time than the first even if it would be just as good to lay on each other and just grind and swap kisses.
“I really need you.” Victor’s so guilty, with how needy desperate he sounds. It thrills Devin.
Devin smiles into the sheets. He didn’t think he’d ever get hard again after last night “Don’t know if I’m awake enough yet,” it’s bullshit they both know it. He can practically hear Victor’s teeth snap shut. He won’t let himself push, he won’t let himself beg. Not right away. It amuses Devin, when he’s not so turned on himself he doesn’t just roll over and show his belly.
Victor’s probably internally chanting a mantra designed to find spiritual enlightenment and it’s the only thing holding him back from fucking Devin into the mattress.
Devin shifts in the bed, it’s not just his ass that feels tender, his dick is still sore from last night. Not uninterested, but it’s going to take some time for him and Vic is already thick and hard.
Victor’s fingers flex and settle back against his hip. He doesn’t say anything but it’s not like he doesn’t know some tricks. Not like Devin isn’t a book he’s memorised.
The light outside pushes against the blind and Vic breathes over the claiming bite he left on the back of Devin’s neck.
Devin shifts against the sheets. “You gotta let me ease into the day,” he says. The invitation is clear and Victor pounces on that as much as he’s careful not to literally pounce on Devin.
Devin never knew he was this easy before. Victor’s unlocked him, a magic trick-sleight of hand that Devin can’t quite solve.
Vic rocks his cock back against Devin’s thigh again, he’s thicker already, sticky at the tip. Devin wants to shock him, just suddenly wants to surprise him, show Vic he’s still got a few tricks of his own.
They don’t get this as much as he’d like, sleep warm in bed without an insistent pull on their time. Victor's lips almost stumble on his skin when he tries to hide a yawn. Devin stretches, the ache in his ass is manageable.
“You getting bored?” Vic play bites him and even that is slurred compared to his usual precise attack on Devin’s nerve endings.
Devin shifts more onto his side, Victor grumbles at his lips getting nudged away from the wing of Devin’s shoulder blade and he gasps when Devin reaches back to hold Victor’s cock.
Devin rolls his hand over the top of his dick where he’s a little sticky and Victor mutters “good idea,” ne shifts a little up the bed so his mouth is level with Devin’s neck.
“You gotta ease into the day.” Devin wants to sound above it all, but Vic’s dragging his teeth down the side of his neck where it meets his shoulder and it’s distracting.
“Wanna ease into you,” Victor sounds annoyed that he’s confessed, “that’s the way to start the day.”
Dwvin smiles and starts to stroke Victor's cock, he lifts his chest up, “put your arm around me.” Vic does instantly, his hand flat on Devin’s chest near his heart. Devin drops his weight down, trapping Vic’s arm under his body as much as Victor’s pulling Devin insistently against him.
“I want you,” Victor says into his locs.
“I got you.” Devin tells him, soft and quiet, Victor sighs “you’re bad at being taken care of,” Devin tells him, like it’s a secret.
Devin rolls his hand over the tip of Victor’s dick again and strokes up and down. Victor liked it hard and fast, maybe just the off side of painful; like it was already a punishment to want something for pleasure not improvement.
Devin kept trying to show him, to tell him, that he didn’t have to earn happiness, he didn't have to earn Devin.
But then Victor didn’t get as satisfied with things that come easy or sweet. Devin might be easy for him but he isn’t sweet, he squeezes his hand around Victor and starts to jerk him fast.
“Fuck.” Victor grinds out.
“”Feels like we haven’t done this in forever you know?” When they first started to hook up handjobs was the default, while Victor worked out what he wanted in about four different languages and twenty journals. They didn’t make eye contact all that often then either.
Gasping open mouthed kisses, jerking each other off in bathrooms or panting into each other's necks in unused training rooms.
Devin was willing to wait for him to get a clue. They weren’t making any no homo jokes but it took longer than Devin liked to get Victor in bed. This is almost more intimate than fucking, the bed smells like them and Devin hasn’t got the itchy uncomfortable feeling of someone in his space getting in his way, interrupting his plans. It shocked him how much he’d wake up the nights that Vic was in his own place and roll over and want him there. Victor squirms his arms around Devin’s waist, sliding his hand down.
“Not yet,” Devin tells him. He doesn’t want Victor distracted. “This is for you.” Vic wants to protest, Devin can feel him take a breath to complain, but he settles down when Devin squeezes his dick again and lays his hand flat on Devin’s stomach. His nails will turn in, eventually, scratching across Devin’s skin. He’s left marks before, thin lines that fade, dents on his hips that smooth away too quickly.
The angle yanks his shoulder, Victor’s digging his fingers in, mouthing more insistently at his neck.
Devin could easily get Victor off like this, but they aren’t a secret, they aren’t hiding and he wants to see Victor’s face.
Vic swears when Devin lets him go, but it’s getting instinctive, the way he lifts his arm up for Devin to twist around until they are sharing a pillow.
“What happened to taking care of me?” Devin finds it endearing, how he’s kind of shit at flirting, how he sounds eager and desperate.
Devin obligingly laughs and grabs Victor again.
Vic’s mouth drops open and he’s almost smiling, he hisses at the movement with Devin, chasing victors mouth starting stroking again fast and squeezing tight.
“No race baby,” Devin gets a thrill twist in his stomach that Victor allows the endearment.
Victor opens his eyes to look at Devin. “Not the last time,” he takes a breath, “today.”
There’s a confession, maybe a promise in that that Devin holds close.
“Yeah,” Devin’s not going to push him, not now when the finals are on the horizon, but he’s going to push him for more soon.
“Devin.” Victor pants out. He sounds stretched, like he’s going to crack open. Makes Devin feel powerful and privileged.
“Let me take care of you baby,” Devin says again, they are both too unguarded, Victor stops them both talking by sealing their mouths together. He pulls Devin’s mouth hard against his with his hand on the back of Devin’s neck, his big palm pressed to the bruise there. The slick sound of Devin stroking him off wet and fast is under it all.
Victors comes pushing his moans in Devin’s mouth. He shakes against Devin, like always he’s going to dedicate everything to this.
Victor’s barely finished coming and he’s nudging at Devin pushing him over on his back, climbing over him to grab his dick.
They literally do not have anywhere they have to be today and it’s the only day they get this. Devin opens his mouth and Victor slides his tongue in
What people find attractive is endlessly fascinating to me. Like… there are a LOT of people I find sexy and for me attractive is absolutely linked to that.
Sorry to be revealing too much on main but a lot of people that are conventionally attractive I think “but do I want to fuck them?”
There are a lot of Ken dolls that we are told are the height of male attractiveness but like where is the twinkle in their eye that they wanna go down on you? (Or that they are into blowjobs whatever).
If I think you are sexy then I find you attractive. What you actually look like is kind of immaterial. But then I don’t think Anthony’s ugly either? Symmetrical face, tall, well built, looks like he smells nice.
I’m going to think if some older football dudes because attractive is often linked to youth but David Ginola? Attractive. Unai Emery? Attractive. Klopp not attractive but a lot of that is the fucking teeth. Stop messing with your teeth people.
I don’t have a real point. The people for whom Anthony is ugly need to tell me who they think is hot. I need to understand!!! I’m genuinely interested!
The internet has also suggested Julian Alvarez as like a kick in the nuts to Barcelona. Which I am not against generally but it means the GAY line may not come to fruition and that makes me sad.
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