German PWP :D

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Title: Glad You Came
Characters: Mario Gomez/Bastian Schweinsteiger; Thomas Muller, Miroslav Klose
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,564
Prompt: “They are the glorious ones” for writerverse’s Quick Fic #2.
A/N: I broke up my OTP for this fic D: Oh well, I love these two anyway :3 :D Just a small, mostly-PWP for you because I had some time and well, inspiration.

The music of the club was too loud to hold a proper conversation, but that really wasn’t what Mario wanted to do. In case he hadn’t made it obvious enough through the intense stare he had been giving Bastian all night, he had ground his hips into Bastian’s when they had shared a quick dance.

Mario was at the point where he didn’t really care who saw or what they thought. The way Bastian looked tonight, well…it was pretty damn hard not to want to fuck him. The way his shirt was open far enough to see a tantalizing amount of skin of his chest, the way his lips were pink and his tongue kept sweeping across them to moisten them. Fuck, Mario thought and he had to dig his nails into his palm so that he wouldn’t reach to press his fingers against his erection for relief.

After having too much of a tease of a boyfriend, Mario stood up and started to dance with him. He made sure to run his hands over Bastian’s chest, down his sides (causing Bastian to laugh from being tickled), and to rest on his hips. Mario moved his hips with Bastian’s to the beat of the music. It was good, the music deliciously addictive, but it wasn’t enough. Mario needed to feel the skin underneath the clothes, to taste the salt of the sweat on Bastian’s neck, to feel him far more intimately than what could be done on a dance floor.

He tugged lightly on Bastian’s hair and squeezed his hip before starting back for the bathroom door. It was an open invitation, and Mario couldn’t wait for his lover to pick up on the idea.

Mario walked into the bathroom, into one of the stalls, and waited. It wasn’t the most romantic of places for a quickie, but they had had much worse. The locker room at Dortmund, the alley behind that bar they were at in Madrid, the stairwell of a hotel…they’d had worse than a bathroom.

He heard the door open and licked his lips. He parted the door open and waited for Bastian to enter the stall. Once he had, Mario locked the door and pushed Bastian against it while his mouth instantly covered Bastian’s.

One of Bastian’s hands twisted his shirt to pull him closer while the other tugged at his hair. Mario groaned and his hands moved between both of their bodies to undo Bastian’s belt. His hands were shaking, but he managed to get Bastian’s pants open. Bastian groaned loudly when Mario reached into his boxers and began to stroke him. His hands gripped Mario’s arm tightly and he pushed his hips up into Mario’s hand.

“Fuck,” he groaned and pulled Mario close for another rough kiss.

Mario squeezed Bastian’s cock lightly and slowly worked his hand up into a stroking motion. No matter how desperately he wanted to just fuck Bastian right here and now, he still got a huge thrill from watching Bastian’s face as he teased him.

The blonde’s head was resting against the door and he swallowed heavily. His breathing was deep and ragged, his eyes closed, and he groaned a little every time Mario stroked him. His tongue darted out and licked his lips once again and Mario made a small little growl in the back of his throat. Bastian’s eyes flicked downward and they both held eye contact while Mario brushed his thumb over the head of Bastian’s cock. His hips bucked upwards and Mario smirked.

“I want you so badly,” Bastian groaned out and pressed closer. “Fuck, please.”

Mario ducked his head closer and kissed Bastian hard. He held Bastian tightly against him and for the first time it wasn’t his urgency that was the issue. He was almost afraid and his control faltered.

“Is this okay…?” he asked quietly and Bastian sighed slightly while pushing his body into Mario’s.

“Fuck, yes it’s okay. It’s more than that. Just fuck me, Mario!” Bastian reached into Mario’s trousers at that and it was Mario’s turn to groan.

Bastian wasn’t as evil when it came to teasing, at least not this time, and he simply stroked Mario to full hardness before turning around. He lowered his trousers enough so that Mario would have as much room as he needed and he rested his head on his arm.

“Fuck me Mario, or I’ll find somebody else who will.”

Mario growled slightly and dropped his own trousers, but only after he had grabbed a condom from the pocket. He rushed to open the package; his haste lessened when he almost dropped it. Taking a deep breath, Mario slid the condom on and stuck two fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. He ran a hand along Bastian’s back after taking them out, and leaned forward to kiss his neck softly. He sucked on Bastian’s skin for a moment while one finger began to probe gently at Bastian’s hole.

Bastian groaned as Mario pushed his finger inside.

“More,” he pushed his hips back onto Mario’s finger, “I need more, now.”

Mario slid his second finger alongside of his first and began to stretch out the tight muscles. He bit his lip at the sounds Bastian was making and he groaned. Fuck, Bastian was hot and shameless, one of his favorite combinations.

When Bastian was ready, his “fucking come on Mario, let’s go!” was order enough, Mario took Bastian’s hip in hand and guided himself into Bastian’s entrance. Mario’s toes curled and his eyes shut. Bastian was wonderfully tight and felt so good that it was impossible to keep himself quiet.

“Fuck, Bastian. Jesus Fucking Christ.” Mario groaned and moved his hips out slowly.

Bastian pushed back and braced his hands on the door while his legs opened a little more.

“Fuck me Mario. I want to feel it all night and tomorrow too.”

Holding Bastian’s hips tighter, Mario pushed back in faster. He pressed his chest against Bastian’s back and bit softly into the skin while his hand came around to stroke Bastian’s cock in time with his thrusts.

Bastian groaned and his head came back to rest on Mario’s shoulder. Licking up the side, Mario grinned against his lover’s skin and continued to thrust into his body. Bastian tilted his head to the side and they shared a kiss that was nothing but teeth and passion. While Mario might have been momentarily concerned about his lover’s safety, if he did hurt him, he would definitely make it up to him later.

Mario tightened his grip on Bastian’s hips and thrust harder. He could feel the twinge in his lower abdomen and he groaned.

“So close, Schweini,” he warned and stroked Bastian faster.

He thrust deeply and came inside of Bastian. Mario rested his head on Bastian’s shoulder and breathed out heavily. He couldn’t remember his own name at that point, he felt so good. Bastian waited for him to recover enough to gently take Mario’s hand off his cock. He turned around carefully and leaned forward to kiss him softly. Mario noticed that Bastian was still hard and straining upwards.

“Sorry,” Mario said sheepishly and Bastian shook his head.

“It’s fine, I’ll just…” Bastian started to reach down but Mario shook his head.

“Don’t, just hold on a second.” Mario removed the condom from his softening cock and tossed it in the trash. He pulled his trousers up and just buttoned them. Bastian watched and waited, curious to see what Mario would do next.

Mario knelt on the floor and kissed each one of Bastian’s thighs before licking up the side of his cock. Bastian groaned loudly and tangled his fingers in Mario’s hair.

Taking the shaft in hand, Mario stroked him slowly and sucked softly at the tip. He looked up and saw that Bastian was watching him through half-open eyes. He smiled slightly before lowering his head over Bastian’s cock. He sucked hard and bobbed his head while stroking the small amount of his shaft that his mouth didn’t cover.

Bastian’s fingers twisted sharply in his hair while his hips pushed his cock further into Mario’s throat. He came with a loud shout and kept his tight hold on Mario’s hair.

“Fuck, Mario, just…God.” Bastian breathed out heavily when he had recovered and he sank backwards to rest against the door again.

Mario smiled and licked Bastian’s shaft once more for good measure and stood up. He shifted his clothes to make himself look more presentable and looked at Bastian. His shirt was rumpled and still half-open, his trousers were completely around his ankles and he was breathing quite heavily.

Mario smiled and Bastian grinned.

+++

“Where’s Schweini and Mario got to?”

Miroslav just chuckled and sipped on his beer. Thomas sighed.

“Well, I’ve got to go to the…well, I’ll be right back.”

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” Miro said warningly.

Thomas turned to look at him questioningly. Miro shook his head and set his drink back down.

“They are the glorious ones. They went to fuck in the bathroom, again. I wouldn’t go in there unless you want to be confronted with something you might not want to see…”

Thomas’ eyes went wide and Miro just smiled. “It’s safer if you just wait. Trust me.”

Thomas simply nodded and sat back down. Miro laughed and picked up his drink again.