~fußball oneshots~

Passion °english

jamal musiala x florian wirtz

warning/smut

The hum of conversation in the DFB common room was a low thrum against the backdrop of the evening news playing silently on the television. Florian Wirtz, engrossed in a heated discussion with Kai Havertz about the upcoming match, barely registered the quiet shift in the room. Then, a weight settled onto his lap, warm and soft. He looked down to see Jamal Musiala, his eyes wide and innocent, gazing up at him with an almost unnerving intensity.

"Kai," Florian said, his voice low, "Could you give us a moment?"

Kai, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, raised an eyebrow but nodded, excusing himself with a murmured apology. As soon as Kai was gone, Florian gently cupped Jamal's face in his hands. His thumb brushed against Jamal's soft cheek, and a tender kiss landed on his forehead. Another followed, then another, each one softer than the last, until finally, Florian's lips found Jamal's.

The kiss was tentative at first, a hesitant exploration of lips and breath. But Jamal responded instantly, his own lips parting slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Florian deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing Jamal's mouth. Jamal's hands found their way to Florian's neck, his fingers tangling in his hair. A low moan escaped Jamal's lips, a sound of pure pleasure. He shifted closer, pressing himself against Florian's body, his erection pressing against Florian's thigh.

"Take me," Jamal whispered, his voice barely audible, "Lead me."

The words were a spark, igniting a fire within Florian. He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with desire. He trailed kisses down Jamal's jawline, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of his neck. Jamal arched his back, his body writhing against Florian's. The feeling of Jamal's body against his own sent a wave of heat through Florian. He could feel the frantic rhythm of Jamal's heart against his chest.

Florian scooped Jamal into his arms, carrying him effortlessly towards the nearby sofa. He laid Jamal gently down, his body still trembling with anticipation. He leaned over him, his body pressing against Jamal's, his breath hot against Jamal's ear. Another soft moan escaped Jamal's lips as Florian's hand moved to the waistband of his trousers. Jamal, emboldened, reached for Florian's jogging bottoms, his fingers fumbling with the drawstring. Florian helped him, his own hands joining the task, quickly stripping them both bare.

The kiss resumed, deeper and more urgent this time. Florian's hands explored Jamal's body, his touch sending shivers down Jamal's spine. He entered Jamal slowly, carefully, savouring the moment. Jamal's body tensed, then relaxed, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Florian's movements became more confident, more forceful, his dominance asserting itself. Jamal's moans grew louder, his body arching against Florian's. The rhythm of their bodies moving together filled the room, a testament to their burgeoning love.