NUR DIE SGE

A true force of nature (Filip/André)

A true force of nature

André thought that all the forces of nature that there could possibly be in Frankfurt had disappeared with the exchange between him and Rebić, but he hadn't informed himself enough not to be surprised with the days and weeks following. He had forgotten that there were still a few Balkan guys left in the squad, and in particular his new left-back/left winger (versatile as well, André still hadn't heard the end of it). A tall Serbian, strong, muscular and who could surely kill him just with a look. Filip Kostić. André didn't resist long before setting his eyes on him, adoring him almost to the point of imagining acts with his muscles, being able to put his lips on his so square shoulders, being able to feel him inside him. Usually he doesn't think like that, usually he doesn't play alongside him, doesn't play in Germany with a team that Gonçalo described to him as a team of broken arms most of the time. He really didn't think he wanted to get closer to Filip - could be his bodyguard during parties - Kostić. But now he wants him, and he will do anything to taste him, touch him, smell him and enjoy all his strength. He wants to be able to be served by his full stature.

And that's what he gets once he barely taunts the handsome Serbian. A little word, too much, regarding the kid, Dejan (as Serbian as him, so his protégé maybe?), on his lack of concentration, and André found himself against the wall, Filip's arm on his throat, his dark gaze making him have an erection, the same kind he might have had when he thought of him at night, or in the shower. He never ignored his power, but he underestimated it. Filip notices the moment he licks his lips, as well as the bump in his workout shorts, and it doesn't take much for him to end up against the wall of the locker room shower, Filip's hand on his mouth while standing behind him. André isn't afraid of what he can do to him, he's just waiting for it. He wants to be able to endure all his strength. Filip helps him get rid of his clothes, and he can only hear him get rid of his, it's so exciting to know he has achieved his goal without having to wait too long.

Filip bites his shoulder, probably leaving a big mark, he can feel his hot breath as the water begins to flow over them, surely so that no one can hear them with the sound of the flood. André doesn't resist when he inserts his fingers in his mouth, he moistens them without asking any questions, he knows that they're the same fingers that will stretch him and allow him to fully enjoy all the intensity that governs the big Serbian. His erection is still intact between his thighs, and he can feel Filip's against him. A slight tearing and burning sensation dominates him quickly as the older one inserts his fingers little by little, André almost wants him to do this faster, but he doesn't want to ruin everything (and that would be a lie to say that he doesn't fear what his cock can do to him). His fingers spread in his hole to help him acclimatize to whatever will penetrate him soon, Silva starts to bite his lip, he hadn't thought that Filip would be that... Determined to do things that well, to want to fuck him the right way. He had just hoped for his cock in him and his hands on his shoulders in his dreams. It gets better, much better.

Filip sends chills all over his body when he whispers obscene things in his ear. Yes, right now he's his, he's his Portuguese whore, and André will be as many times as he wants. His fingers move away to be replaced by his cock, it's so good, so intense, so fast, so... Everything. Everything he wanted. Filip is a machine, a force of nature of his own, and André wants to enjoy it as much as possible, he wants to be his, he wants to live a lot more with him. His cock is making its way inside, he's totally open at the moment. André can feel blood in his mouth from biting his lower lip, Filip makes him go through it all, makes him tap into all his resources so as not to collapse on the ground and ask him to take him like that. He needs all he has left of his strength to move his hand and stroke his cock, before coming in a muffled cry as Filip's hand moves back onto his mouth, his own penis still pushing inside him, his hoarse noises of satisfaction covering the silent atmosphere of the room. André feels his legs shake as little is still keeping him upright, the shower water slowly cleaning him up. Filip eventually comes too, his growls sounding as those of a satiated beast. André feels more and more like a helpless lamb as Filip is the wolf ready to eat him on the spot. But he knows it's not going to turn out like this, because the wolf marked him. He's his sheep and he will be until he feels like eating him all.

"You are mine, Silva."

"I am yours, Kostić."

André can feel his breath in his ear, as well as his smile, before Filip comes out of him, smacking his ass lightly, just starting to bring out the cum. André smiles at him when the Serbian leaves the room. It was the wildest sex he had ever experienced. He wants more.

The End