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Paulo's eyelids fluttered open, eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight that shone in through the blinds of Cris' bedroom.
It took him a few seconds to piece all the blurry flashbacks of last night together, leading to him waking up in the older man's bed: the coach's birthday dinner ending with Fredo's drunken snitching, then coming back home with Cris to spend the night -..among other things- because according to the elder Paulo seemed a bit tipsy -and a bit too tired- to spend the rest of that night without 'company'.. which was not exactly wrong.
.. Except it was only then, as he lay next to Cris curled against him like his little spoon, that it occured to him the man was partially referring to himself, as well.
And not the 'tipsy and tired' part, as Paulo had already known the man left the restaurant equally feeling both, but it was the 'needing company' part he had in mind. And it made him smile.
Not like that'd come as a great surprise, to anyone, the Portuguese enjoying his company was far from being a secret, and every time Paulo got to acknowledge this fact it made his heart flutter in a way like it never felt anything, before..
..But to enjoy someone's company was a thing, and to need it after a long, tiring day, in the privacy of your own home, was a whole other thing. And that was what made the boy smile as he couldn't help but arch back into Cris' body, waiting for him to wake up.
.
The wait wasn't too long. He had just grabbed his phone a few minutes ago when he felt the man's lips at the nape of his neck, kissing softly, and goosebumps appeared on his flesh from the gentle touch.
- “ What time is it ” Cris asked in a half whisper, burying his face into Paulo's neck, his stubble scratching the boy's skin - " seven-ish.. " the boy mumbled. " And good morning to you too. " The older replied with a hum that sounded like a grumpy 'whatever' to Paulo, and it made him grin in amusement. The more he saw of this side of Cristiano, the more special he felt. And he liked feeling sepcial.
An idea occured to him, then, and as he clicked on the camera to execute it the man's sleepy voice reverberated against his neck: " Don't you fuckin dare, Paulino.. " - " C'mooooon.. Just one selfie, as a souvenir.." He whined, - " I don't take bad photos, baby. just so you know. " - " Oh well, the internet would like to disagree. " Paulo taunted, causing the man's grip around his body to grow tighter, all of a sudden, - " .. What was that? " The boy's gasp turned into giggles which soon turned into happy shrieking as he was tickled savagely by the other. - " I-Im sorry, Cris... You don't.." he tried to speak, interrupted by his own laughter.. " There isn't a single bad photo of you online... " Cris stopped then to give the apologizing boy a chance to breathe, and Paulo sighed in relief as he did.. - " There's my good boy.. " Cris' face was now over Paulo's, fingers threading the boy's hair before leaning down to lock lips, gently at first before growing rougher, needier, more desperate, like they'd never be able to get enough of each other's.. The hand at Paulo's hair slightly tugged at it then, causing the boy to moan into his mouth.. “.. Such a good boy for me,” he spoke as his freed his mouth from the boy's only to kiss his way sloppily down.. And Paulo was a whimpering mess as he felt the man's soft, warm lips against the smooth flesh of his neck, - " Cris..- " he called out weakly interrupted by his own whimpers as he melted against the man's kisses, - " Cris? You sure about that? " Paulo threw his head back as he felt the man's teeth carve a hickey on the crook of his neck.. - " F-ffuck.. sorry, Daddy.. I.. " his hands gripped the man's hair and he mewled louder, tilting his head to allow access to even more sensitive skin.. - " You what?.. Go on, sweetheart.. Tell me what’s wrong... ” He lifted his head up then so his face was over Paulo's again, locking a breathless gaze with the boy as he waited for the answer he already knew. He just needed to see the boy's pleading pair of gorgeous, green puppy eyes as he said the words.. " Daddy can’t help you , baby, if you don’t tell Daddy what you want.." He smirked down at his boy, watching him lick his rosey lips as he shyly broke the eye contact. - " C-can I.. " his fingertips went tracing the man's sharp jawline as he finally managed to let it out, " can I ride you, Daddy? " The man held onto the smug with considerable effort, dick twitching against his briefs at the boy's voice.. - " Is that it, cariño? Want a reward for being such a good baby boy? " His hand moved down to his own briefs, pulling them down then getting rid of them as he spoke, before plopping himself on his back next to the boy. "C'mon then, " he motioned for Paulo who didn't waste a second jumping on Cris' body, straddling him, and the man could only smirk at his eagerness. And boy was he eager. It was agonizingly long between the time he got rid of his own briefs as the man got his condom on then got him prepped, even though it realistically didn't take more than a few minutes, all together.
