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He does the best he can at the moment; he pretends.
Spreads his hands at the referee and pretends that it was an accident.
Blanks his face (because he can't steel his pounding heart) and pretends that doesn't want to punch the snarling Alves in front of him.
Pretends that he is endlessly frustrated by the loss, not the overwhelming urge to push Leo back on the ground.
Pretends that he doesn't want to hear Leo to gasp like that again.
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wait for the time when it comes back around by takingonthesun
Fandoms: Men's Football RPF
26 Dec 2022
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He runs his fingers under the hem of Jack’s shirt, training over the dimples on either side of his spine. ‘It’s mine, isn’t it?’
a fic about ambiguous relationships and complex feelings and jordan's shirt
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Leo does not want to say that it might be related to Kun gaining weight and muscle and looking so buff and so big and so strong. Arms that could lift him off the ground and legs strong enough to hold him while he fucks him, deep and hard.
Okay. It might be related to that.
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“Hanging out with the WAGs are we now? Are we still allowed to call them WAGs?” Kyle Walker had managed to find him at breakfast and Jesse crossed his arms, immediately defensive but with a small smile on his face.
“I don’t think we can, Walks. And I don’t know what you’re on about, I’m the hypeman around here.” Jesse replied, managing to relax some.
Jesse decides to tag along and support his man at Euro 2020.
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His eyes are wandering amongst the bare skin--truthfully to admire the ink of his new teammates more than anything else--and they pause on Messi. There's a half second where Arturo notes the truly awful portrait on the upper back before his eyes slide downward as if magnetized, to appreciatively contemplate a gorgeous ass.
Leo's wearing black briefs, so it's not as vulgar as it sounds, though Arturo quickly moves his gaze upward so he doesn't get caught ogling his new teammate. That's really when he notices. There are tiny smudges painted on Leo's hips on either side--dark blue and purple splotches all in a row--and Arturo narrows his eyes in thought as he wonders why Leo would choose that sort of tattoo. He's counting them, noting five on each side, when it occurs to him that they're not actually tattoos: they're bruises.
And if Arturo doesn't miss his guess, they're from fingers.
Someone gripped Leo's hips hard enough to leave bruises, and Arturo's no idiot.
Those kind of marks are only from getting fucked.
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- Part 4 of Leo + Luis (After Neymar)