Where the wind whispers

Title: Hello, Daddy
Characters: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 033. Enamored
WARNINGS: Daddy Kink, dom/sub
Words: 1,625
A/N: for lolatweeti who asked for daddy!Iker mixed with a first-time fic. I hope you like it bb and I’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long :(

The request takes Cesc off-guard at first. Part of him wants to laugh and ask “seriously?” but he doesn’t. That would’ve been rude and it probably would’ve hurt Iker’s feelings, and that’s the last thing he wants to do, ever. He’s never done it with a man before, he tells Iker this, but Iker nods his acceptance. “That’s okay,” he says and Cesc feels a little bit better.

They make a plan to clear all activities for this night and that it’ll be perfect. Cesc gets nervous the closer to that day comes, but he lets himself relax. He stops off at his house to pick up a few things—changes of clothes, shampoo, other things for a short holidy—and then he sets off for Iker’s place in Madrid. The plane trip is short, but it feels equally long and not long enough for his nerves.

Iker greets him at the airport with a smile and their act begins. His whole manner is changed, his demeanor more serious and more dominant than Cesc’s ever seen before, including the times on the pitch. Cesc also is different. No trace of hair is on his body, apart from a little pubic hair, as per Iker’s request. They wait until they get inside Iker’s car before Iker leans over and brushes a kiss onto Cesc’s lips. Cesc swallows and lets himself fall into the pool of emotions that comes whenever Iker kisses him. The kiss ends too soon for Cesc’s liking, but for good reason. It was still a very public place and they couldn’t risk being outed for any reason, role play or not.

Once they arrive at his house, Iker gives Cesc a few minutes to settle in and freshen up. Cesc is still nervous when Iker comes to check on him and Iker notices. He moves across the room and rests his hands, large and warm, onto his shoulders and squeezes gently. Cesc feels Iker’s breath along his neck before he kisses slowly, leisurely across his skin.

“Relax.” Iker murmurs and, with a long shuddering sigh, Cesc feels himself melt underneath those hands, that voice, that stare. He wonders how he could be any sort of solidified and not be a puddle of goo on the floor, but somehow he still manages to retain his figure as Iker turns him and kisses him deeply. Cesc clutches to Iker’s body because he needs something, anything, to help support him for fear of falling, but falling into what he hasn’t a clue.

Iker undresses him slowly, carefully. Cesc shivers when the cold air hits his skin and he wonders how he could possibly be cold when he feels like he’s burning slowly from the inside out. Iker’s eyes are dark as they take in his body, supple and youthful as it is. Cesc feels Iker’s hands running down his chest and he breathes in sharply, the sensations causing his cock to harden quickly. Iker lowers his mouth and kisses his neck softly before he begins to nibble and Cesc starts to tremble. He’s never been made love to this way before and he wonders if it will always be like this. He hopes so.

Slowly, Iker lowers them both to the bed, though Cesc is the only one naked at this point. Iker kisses down Cesc’s body, slowly, always so slowly, and his hand wraps around Cesc’s throbbing length and squeezes softly before he slowly begins to stroke. Cesc whimpers low in his throat and tries to push his hips further up into Iker’s hand, but Iker reprimands him, not with words but with a gentle, yet firm, bite onto his collar bone. Cesc’s eyes open and he is captured instantly by Iker’s dark ones and he nods slowly, understanding that he shouldn’t move. Iker continues to stroke him and he kisses lower, taking one nipple into his mouth and teases it with his lips and his teeth. Cesc cries out and his hand takes hold of the sheet and makes a fist in it. He needs more contact, but Iker does not give him that. Not yet.

Cesc’s cries grow louder until Iker pulls his hand back and he moves upwards along his body to kiss his lover deeply. Cesc holds tightly to him again, hands fisted no longer in the sheet but one in Iker’s hair and the other in his shirt. He needs Iker—needs to touch, feel, caress, kiss, love Iker—but Iker pulls away. Cesc whimpers and watches Iker lay back on the bed. He looks relaxed, but no less dominant, and he looks over to Cesc.

“Undress me.” He commands quietly and Cesc is only too happy to oblige. He moves across the bed in a mess of excitement and limbs and his fingers shake, but they manage to get the buttons undone as quickly as he can. Iker’s hand moves up to hold Cesc’s hands and his eyes bore into Cesc’s. “What do you say?”

Cesc slowly licks his lips. “I love you, daddy.”

The word turns Iker on, Cesc knows because he has been told, but he also knows because he can feel the effect the word has. Iker grows harder underneath his leg and Cesc groans in his throat. He has to beg, begging is another thing that Iker likes, but now he has to beg for his own. He cannot go slow any longer; he needs too much.

“Please, daddy, please?” Cesc pouts prettily and Iker raises an eyebrow.

“Please what?”

Cesc lowers his head and kisses Iker deeply before pulling back to whisper into his ear. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”

Iker growls softly and Cesc feels pleased with himself for a few seconds before Iker’s hands grow tight around his hips as he flips them. Cesc looks up into Iker’s eyes before they close as another deep kiss claims his lips. He hears Iker’s belt and zipper being undone, but he is too enraptured with the sheer force of Iker’s kiss that he doesn’t open his eyes to see. Iker pulls away from him and Cesc only then takes a deep breath and opens his eyes. He sees Iker messing around in the nightstand and he takes several deep breaths. He needs air, but it doesn’t seem that his lungs want to cooperate.

A few seconds later, Iker returns and runs a hand down Cesc’s chest slowly, admiring the smooth skin under his fingertips. Cesc licks his lips slowly and watches Iker place a foil packet on the bed and he takes a bottle of lubricant and moves close. He kisses Cesc softly before popping the top of the lube.

“Trust me, relax.” Iker murmurs against his lips and pours some lube onto his fingers.

“Yes daddy.” Cesc replies softly and then gasps when Iker’s fingers enter him. It’s uncomfortable at first and Cesc squirms. Iker holds his hip as his fingers tease him open. Iker shushes him gently and Cesc eventually relaxes to the feel of Iker’s fingers inside of him. Preparation goes slowly until Iker is absolutely positive Cesc is stretched as far as he can be and then, and only then, does he make any further move to put the condom on.

“May I, daddy?” Cesc asks. He has gasped and squirmed in pleasure for a few minutes now. The least he can do is help Iker into a condom. Iker nods once and Cesc’s fingers open the packet as quickly as he can. He opens it and carefully rolls it onto Iker’s gorgeous cock. Iker pulls Cesc’s wrist up to his lips and kisses the pulsemark before he lowers it and moves between Cesc’s thighs.

He lowers his ebony head and kisses Cesc deeply as he holds the younger man’s thighs around his body and slowly, carefully, guides himself into his lover. Cesc moans into Iker’s mouth at the feeling of his cockhead pushing into his body, then he groans at the uncomfortable intrusion. Iker is patient with him and waits for him to relax more as he slowly moves into him completely. Cesc groans after several seconds and kisses Iker deeply.

Then, Iker begins to thrust.

He is controlled about it at first, because he does not want to harm Cesc at all. When Cesc clenches his thighs around his middle, though, Iker cannot help but pick up the pace. He groans deliciously, Cesc decides and wants to make him groan even more, so he tightens the muscles around Iker’s cock and he feels pride when Iker groans even louder.

“Tell me how it feels,” Iker growls out and Cesc obliges with a groan of his own.

“Fuck, so good, Ik—Daddy.” He corrects himself quickly and Iker kisses him hard. It does feel good, so deliciously good, that Cesc wonders why he hadn’t begged Iker to do it earlier.

After being teased earlier and all the preparation, it only takes a few jerks of Iker’s hand to pull Cesc to orgasm. He comes loudly, shouting a combination of Iker and Daddy, and holds onto Iker once again for all its worth. He never wants to let go of him because he wants him around too much. He loves him too much. Iker follows in climaxing a few minutes later, the sheer power he’s hand pulls him into his own orgasm and he holds Cesc tightly, teeth sinking into his shoulder to mark him.

They come down from their high together, wrapped around one another as closely as they can be, and Iker lightly kisses Cesc’s forehead. The young man snuggles closer and lets out a long happy sigh. Iker smiles and brushes Cesc’s hair away from his forehead .

“Good boy.”