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“Sorry guys, Leo and I are going,” Neymar says, a sheepish smile around his lips. He takes his coat that was sitting on the couch, while his other friends start to complain loudly about their early departure.
“Again ? Y’all really be deadly hungry at this point.” Luis says, taking a sip from his beer, shaking his head in disapprobation of his friends’ recurring absences.
“Ew,” Gerard spontaneously says, “don’t verbalize it, it’s disgusting enough that they’re not trying to hide it.”
“Hiding what ?” Neymar innocently asks, putting one arm in his warm coat, knowing damn well what they were referring to.
Kun finally put a pause on the film, bothered by all the talking. He steals Paulo’s beer, who was already asleep and cutely snoring.
“Ney, you’re coming ?” Leo shouts from the lobby.
“See you later !” Neymar excitedly says, zipping up his coat and walking fast, almost running, toward the lobby. Both he and Leo exit, welcomed by the cold breeze of winter. Neymar rubs his hands against each other and blows on them, making trails of mist with his breath. He takes Leo’s hand to warm him, knowing he hated being cold.
The car ride is rather quiet, Leo driving carelessly, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the window frame. Neymar glanced at him a few times, hoping that he would say something, anything really, but he himself did not know what to do. He was not uncomfortable, he was never uncomfortable in the presence of Leo. He only found himself wanting something from him, wanting his attention constantly.
Suddenly, after the thousandth glance, Leo placed his hand with determination on Neymar’s thigh. It was like a silent order to stop looking at him, but Neymar smiled at himself, his heart warming at the attention.
They quickly arrived at Leo’s house a few minutes later, and when the door closed behind Neymar, winter went away.
Neymar felt himself pressed against one of the walls of the familiar lobby, and lips he knew by heart found their way around his neck. With haste and excitement, Leo devoured his jaw, neck, collarbones, undoing his coat that fell with a heavy sound on the floor.
Neymar felt a tickling sensation in his lower abdomen, going up to his brain and forbidding him to think clearly. He was too impatient, so with both hands, he grabbed Leo’s face and crushed his lips against his own, dragging them into a fiery kiss. They were clumsy, in a hurry, as if time was running out when they actually had plenty.
The violent noises of their teeth crushing against each other mixed with the sounds of their panting breaths and layers of clothing that fell apart and ended up on the ground. Leo blindly led Neymar into the corridor, not separating from his lips, almost dependent on them. In a rush of adrenaline, he passed his forearm along the length of the furniture at the end of the corridor, creating a deafening sound of the various objects that had hit the ground. He lifted Neymar without difficulty and sat him on the said furniture. Neymar laughed between their two tongues, amused by their common impatience. He also felt Leo’s lips stretch against his, indicating that he also smiled.
Leo resumed his previous task, plunging back into Neymar’s neck which was higher than him, and the Brazilian’s hands clung hard onto Leo’s hair when he lifted his shirt to imprison his right nipple between his teeth. He tortured him by spending a crazy time there, licking, biting, and sucking in every possible angle. A few whimpers escaped from Neymar’s shameless mouth, going straight into Leo’s pants.
To the misfortune of Neymar, Leo dropped his top, only to send him flying with the rest on the ground before removing his too. Neymar did not lose a second and pressed his hands against Leo’s strong shoulders, enjoying as much as always his carved body. The sensation of Leo’s milky body under Neymar’s honeyed hands was a sensation that always drove him crazy.
Quickly, Leo lifted him up again and walked with speed to the bedroom. But all of a sudden, Neymar’s head slammed against the hanging lamp in the hallway, which the two had forgotten to light. Without being able to help himself, Neymar parted from Leo’s lips and burst out laughing, this time far too amused by their misplaced clumsiness. Leo whispered a sorry , being not sorry at all, chuckling at the same time.
This time, Neymar feels the bedroom’s door behind his back, and he opens it blindly while sucking Leo’s ear as the other kicks it open. “Are you going to give it to me like you say you do ?” Neymar teases against Leo’s ear, feeling the tension between them growing and growing with every second that goes by. He liked to imagine Leo’s ear being red at this moment, maybe out of pleasure, maybe out of embarrassment, or just maybe because Neymar sucked and bit it, leaving a trace of his passage. In response, Leo simply let out a growl that was both horny and punishing.
Leo sat on the end of the bed, dragging Neymar with him, who now found himself sitting on his muscular thighs. Torturing each other, they refused to kiss, simply breathing each other’s breath as their naked torsos rubbed and shivered. Neymar pushed him on the mattress by pushing his bare torso with his index finger, disseminating his heavy and insistent gaze that pierced him all through the dim light of the moon. Neymar looked down on him and Leo enjoyed it, he knew it.
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking the time for once to appreciate their erections rubbing against each other unconsciously, their hurried and heavy breaths filling the silence of the room, Leo’s hands possessively pressed against his buttocks.
Neymar felt like the king of the world.