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Ludwig was the only one left in the empty locker room after the match, he hadn’t even gotten in the shower yet. He was mostly lost in thought still not quite over what had transpired during the match.
From his seat on the bench he heard the door open and close behind him.
He knew exactly who had just entered. He ignored it in favour of finishing up his water bottle.
The newcomer came closer and stopped in front of him.
“Is there something I can do for you?” Ludwig asked nonchalantly, slamming the now empty bottle down, betraying the fact he is not actually as calm as he tried to make himself look.
“I can think of a few things.” The Frenchman chuckled, making Ludwig look up to find blue eyes staring down at him with obvious amusement.
“That was a good match, dear, well played.”
“Yes, yes, well played.” Ludwig rolled his eyes before huffing out a “Congratulations on the win I suppose.”
“You know what that means right?”
Francis put two fingers under his chin to make the German look up into his eyes.
“Do I?” Ludwig asks, knowing very well what the other was referring to, but not willing to give him the pleasure.
“Hmm, I think you do. After all, it was your idea, wasn’t it?”
Francis leans down with a grin so his next words are whispered right next to the German’s ear.
“I'm going to fuck you nice and hard in those pretty white football socks of yours.”
Ludwig gasped and felt himself redden. Unconsciously he moved his face towards the Frenchman so that their lips were almost brushing against each other, clearly not that opposed to the idea.
“Although…” Francis suddenly moved back, just as the German was about to close the distance between them.
If Ludwig were a weaker man he would have groaned in annoyance.
The Frenchman sat down beside him, still smirking, ignoring the glare the German sent his way at being denied.
“I don’t know if I really won our little bet you know. It is you who gave me this victory.”
“Oh?” Ludwig arched an eyebrow, deciding to play along with the other’s teasing, “So I both won and lost that bet?"
Ludwig was the one to grin this time, “Well since I did all the work, maybe our little bet doesn’t count anymore?”
He tried to get up from the bench but a hand on his shoulder pulled him back and pinned him against the wall, the Frenchman’s face suddenly very close to his own again.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you did it on purpose,” Francis purred.
Ludwig looked away.
"That's what you wanted right? making an own goal..."
The German opened his mouth to defend his teammate, but before he could Francis' mouth shut him up. He moaned as the other’s hands were pushing him down on the bench and slowly moving underneath his shirt.
Francis breathed out a soft laugh as he felt how hard the German was underneath him.
"I bet you really really wanted me to win didn't you Ludwig?" Francis whispered as he moved his hand down the other's pants.
"When you saw the goal I bet you weren't even sad."
Francis nipped at his neck, making him gasp.
"You were already looking forward to how good it would feel to have me celebrate my victory, weren’t you?"
Ludwig groaned when the Frenchman removed his hand from his pants.
Francis tutted, "You think you deserve pleasure yet? I think I have deserved your pretty little mouth on my cock first."
The Frenchman smiled wickedly as he pulled back and guided him off the bench and down on his knees in front of him. Ludwig slowly moved his hands towards the other's shorts, feeling how hard the Frenchman was underneath the fabric.
"Come on darling, don't stall." the Frenchman cooed
Ludwig looked up and almost regretted doing so as the look of lust and desire the Frenchman was giving him was making him incredibly flustered. Focusing on the task at hand again, he nuzzled his head against the other’s thigh and moved the shorts and briefs down just enough to get his cock out.
"That's it Ludwig, now be a good boy." Francis moved his hands into Ludwig's hair gently drawing him closer towards his member.
The German, let himself be guided and gave a small kiss to the tip enjoying how it made Francis groan and lean his head back.
"Stop teasing and start sucking."
Ludwig smiled slightly as he slowly took the cock into his mouth, trying not to gag.
"That's it," Francis murmurs as he gently pushes his head further onto his member, making sure to mess up his bangs.
“You look nice like this, dear. I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Is that okay?”
Ludwig hummed around his dick and nodded. He kept one hand at the base and the other on Francis’ thigh for support as his lover started building up his thrusts, enjoying how pliant the German was.
"So pretty, on your knees in front of me. This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Me using you to get off.”
Ludwig briefly looked up, feeling encouraged by the Frenchman’s words. He met Francis’ half-lided eyes just as he attempted to take him just a little deeper down his throat.
Francis threw his head back with a loud groan. His hand reflexively pulling on Ludwig’s hair, making him moan around his cock.
Ludwig was so turned on, he could feel his own member strain inside his shorts.
“Should I come over your pretty face? Hmm, but you also want me to fuck you, don't you, mon cher? Or maybe I should just cum and leave you here since you lost the game"
Ludwig couldn’t help but moan again at that, closing his eyes. He was starting to feel the tell-tale signs that Francis was nearing his orgasm, which aroused him even more.
"Ludwig, I'm close..." Francis warned.
Ludwig squeezed his thigh to encourage him to keep going.
The Frenchman sped up before finally going over the edge pulsing in Ludwig's mouth with a groan.
Ludwig made sure to keep his eyes open as he watched the Frenchman fall apart in front of him. He choked slightly and felt some of it slide down his face when he pulled back but couldn’t care less.
He felt the happy sense of accomplishment of a work well done as he watched his lover’s chest go up and down with his heavy breathing. After a moment, Francis brought Ludwig’s head back towards him and slipped his pants back up before sliding off the bench to kneel on the floor, half in Ludwig’s lap, pressing their foreheads together in a tender moment.
The Frenchman opened his eyes as a grin appeared on his face. Ludwig frowned a bit at that but before he could say anything, the other moved to his cheek and licked the come of his face.
"Francis !" Ludwig yelped with a hoarse voice and the man laughed, moving forward to hug the German close to him nuzzling his neck.
The German rolled his eyes but returned the embrace nonetheless, used to the cuddly behaviour of his lover post orgasm. They relaxed against each other, enjoying the silent affection.
Without stimulation, Ludwig’s boner had finally gone down. That is until he felt the other’s tongue on his neck, followed by the sharp sting of a small bite. Ludwig hissed in surprise and pulled back to glare at his lover.
“Francis! What the hell?”
"Friendly bite, I think that’s what they called it!" Francis replies with a grin.
Ludwig sighed hiding his amusement before standing up, expecting the other to follow him, but Francis just looked up at him, frowning.
"Where are you going?
“To the showers?" Ludwig says.
"You think I'm already done with you?"
Francis’ expression went from surprised to predatory in a split second, and Ludwig suddenly felt giddy, arousal surfacing again.
"Oh?"
"Oh, indeed." Francis confirmed as he stood up, put his arms across the German’s chest and started pushing him towards the lockers.
"You can go again?" Ludwig asked, impressed, taking slow steps backwards.
"Of course, I can. I'm going to fuck you in your tight, fancy football clothes just like we fucked you guys on the field." Francis said voice low.
Before he knew it, Ludwig felt his back hit the lockers and he hissed at the contact with the cold metal. The other pressed even closer, until their bodies were flushed against each other and he could feel his Frenchman’s erection rub against his own. His hands automatically went to his lover’s waist in an attempt to maintain some control.
Francis’ mouth was at his neck again, nipping at the mark he had just left there. He left a trail of marks as he moved across his neck and collarbone. One of his hands was on Ludwig’s hip, keeping him in place, while the other was in his back slowly slipping inside his waistband, and going lower, lower. Just before reaching his rim, Francis brought his head up slightly and whispered in his ear.
"Is this alright, dear?"
Ludwig nodded a bit too enthusiastically.
"Yes" he replies, voice hoarse.
Francis laughed at how impatient he sounds. After a last kiss to his cheek, he removed his hand and reached inside his own shorts’ pocket.
"Turn around sweetheart."
Ludwig obliged and as he turned, hands against the metal wall, he heard the distinct sound of a bottle popping open. He felt his lover hold himself against him again, his bulge pressing against his ass.
"I want you to spread your hands and keep them there." Francis whispered in his ear while sliding his shorts down until they fell to the ground.
Ludwig felt kisses on the back of his neck and he shivered, more from impatience than from the cold as his trunks were lowered as well.
“Someone’s eager.” Francis chuckled behind him.
"Francis." Ludwig exhales.
"Don't worry dear, I'm going to make you feel good. Just hold this for me for a second.”
A small open bottle of lube was pushed into one of his hands and then Francis was helping him out of his trunks. He heard the sound of Francis’ own underwear hitting the ground and spread his legs a bit more in anticipation. One hand took the bottle back from him while another came around his hip to slowly caress down his cock before retreating. Ludwig bit his lip to keep himself from moaning at the first touch, but he felt his member twitch in excitement.
Francis lubed his hand then reached between the German’s cheeks, keeping his hips in place with the hand holding the bottle. He circled his rim with his finger then pushed it inside with slow movements to ease the way in, listening to Ludwig’s heavy breathing to guide him. When he felt the muscles relax enough he added another one. Ludwig exhaled loudly and shifted under him. Francis pressed kisses against the other’s back through his shirt, as a wordless apology for the momentary discomfort.
He kept loosening him up until he was able to slip in a third finger, delicately searching for that special spot. Ludwig moaned softly and pushed his ass back against the intrusion, composure progressively melting away until he broke the silence between them.
“Francis… please…”
“Are you ready?”
Ludwig nodded against the lockers and whined a little when the fingers were removed. Francis lubed up his cock, leaking precome, threw the bottle to the ground and guided himself until the tip was against the other’s hole before pressing in. Ludwig groaned as he felt his lover sink in and threw his head back. Francis pressed his face to the side of his neck and sighed in satisfaction.
"Aaah… I've been waiting for this from the moment the result was announced."
He let the German adjust before gently starting to thrust. Without his hands to help muffle his moans, Ludwig was struggling to keep quiet.
"Let me hear those pretty moans, dear! I won, I deserve to hear every little sound you make."
Ludwig usually isn’t the loudest of the two, but after being teased for so long, and already exhausted from the game, his restraint was gone and he felt himself repeatedly calling out his lover’s name, for more, for him to fuck him harder.
For Francis, every moan he got from his lovers felt like another victory. When he reached a good rhythm, he moved one hand across Ludwig’s chest and the other to his cock to jerk him off to the rhythm of his thrusts.
"You're doing so good, love, taking it so, so well." He whispered breathlessly in the German’s ear. "You're such a good boy"
And Ludwig's heart was full, this was exactly what he needed. He closed his eyes and got lost in the feeling of the other inside him. After a particularly strong thrust, Ludwig's knees started buckling, his weight being held back by Francis’ arm around him. Suddenly Francis pulled out of him, Ludwig let out an annoyed sound before he could truly understand what was going on, the other spoke,
"Get on the bench, Ludwig."
He stumbled a little before hurrying to the bench and half collapsing on his back. Francis almost made an amused remark, if the sight of the German looking at him with that much need wasn't such an incredible turn-on.
"I love it when you're eager like that." He said instead, following him to the bench. "Such a good boy for me."
Francis leant down when he reached his lover, stroking from his chest to his shoulders and neglecting his cock. Ludwig gasped, no longer feeling embarrassed.
"Francis, please!"
The Frenchman put one knee between Ludwig’s legs and hovered over him for a few seconds, debating if he should tease him some more, before leaning in to kiss him. Ludwig kissed back with desperation, tilting his head slightly and raising his hips to encourage the Frenchman to continue what they had started.
"You are so good for me Ludwig, I'm going to take good care of you." Francis murmured when their lips separated and with that he pushed his cock back in and started up a gentle rhythm, trying to hit just the right spot in the man below him.
After a few thrusts, he slid his arms underneath Ludwig's legs, still covered by the long football socks, and hooked them over his shoulders. The slight change made his cock hit just the right spot, and Ludwig couldn’t help the loud moan that came out of his mouth. Francis smiled at the sound, thrusting deeper into him at this angle and trying to aim for the same spot.
"Francis, please, more," Ludwig breathed out.
"Yes, anything for you," Francis picked up the speed, panting and getting lost in the other’s expression, eyes closed and mouth open. He bent down, bringing a hand to the German’s face, trying to kiss him but the angle made it more of a lazy smashing of lips.
Ludwig was pulling at the Frenchman trying to get him closer, deeper into him.
Francis could feel he wasn’t going to last much longer so he reached for the other’s cock once again.
Ludwig moaned.
"I'm close. You're so good. Ludwig… Ludwig, are you close? Are you going to come for me?"
“I… Yes…,” Ludwig groaned out
"Ludwig… Look at me.." Francis breathed out.
Ludwig opened his eyes just as Francis lost his rhythm and reached his climax. The last erratic thrusts hitting his prostate brought Ludwig over the edge as well and both of them clinged on to each other.
Slowly coming down from the high, Francis collapsed, exhausted and sated for now, onto the German underneath him.
Ludwig closed his eyes as he enjoyed the post orgasmic bliss and the closeness of his lover. He wrapped his arms around Francis and they enjoyed the comfort of each other catching their breath.
After a while, the corner of the bench, which was digging into his back, started to become really uncomfortable.
“Francis?"
"Hmmm?"
"Don't fall asleep on me! We need a shower."
"But I don't want to move…" Francis whined.
After a loud sigh, Ludwig had to half push the other off of him who slipped to the ground with a hiss and a glare. He got up, dodging a hand that tried to grab his leg. He leant against the wall to remove his socks and stripped out of his now filthy shirt. Feeling the start of a familiar and not unwelcome ache in his muscles, the German stretched before turning back around and meeting hungry blue eyes, from a man still on the floor and shamelessly staring.
“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view!” Francis smirked.
“Aren’t you finished yet?” Ludwig grimaced.
"I don't know, my boyfriend is so beautiful, and naked… and handsome… and very, very naked."
Ludwig turned around to hide the blush staining his cheeks and finding nothing to answer, moved instead towards the showers. Francis let out a happy sigh before finally getting up, removing his own clothes and following him.
Once inside the shower, Ludwig turned the water on when he felt his lover behind him.
It came out cold, leading to Francis hissing and jumping away from the stream.
Unfortunately for him, Ludwig grabbed his hand and used his momentum to pull him against his chest.
Francis gasped and tried to push away but Ludwig was holding him firmly.
"You know, I’ve got to have my revenge somehow." the German said, looking very pleased with himself.
"You just had an incredible orgasm! What do you need to have revenge for?"
"Your cocky attitude."
"I'll show you cocky," Francis said, as he attempted to wrestle himself out of the German's arms.
He managed to grab Ludwig’s still sensitive dick, making him gasp in surprise and loosen his hold on the Frenchman who used the momentum to reach for the shower knob and put the water hotter.
Francis was looking very smug, Ludwig rolled his eyes and chuckled at his antics, not really caring and pulling him back to hold him under the stream.
As the water slowly warmed, Francis let his weight rest on the other's chest.
"I'm still so full of energy." he said to the German who was nuzzling his neck.
"Can't relate." the other said back.
"But Ludwig..." Francis whined, rubbing himself against his boyfriend’s thigh.
"How are you hard again? You're insatiable!" Ludwig rolled his eyes but reached out with one hand to his lover’s member.
"When it comes to you, yes!" The Frenchman grinned like a cat who got the cream.
He was too tired to go again, but he could do that at least. Feeling the hand speed up around his cock, Francis moaned softly and put his head down on the other's shoulder.
Ludwig kissed the Frenchman's neck moving towards his ear as he stroked him slowly, whispering sweet nothings in his ear about how much he loved him and how beautiful he was falling apart under him.
It didn't take long for Francis to go over the edge for the third time with a lazy moan of his lover’s name. Ludwig kept holding him as he slumped against him with a sigh, eyes closed.
They stayed under the water, holding each other, losing track of time, stealing kisses here and there. At some point they finally decided to actually use the showers for what they are meant for.
Ludwig ran his fingers through Francis' hair to get rid of any knots left from tying it up during the game while the other rubbed mindless patterns in his back.
"I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat." Francis whispers once they were completely clean.
"Hungry? It's the middle of the night!"
“Just a little snack!” Francis kissed the hickey he had left on the side of Ludwig's neck.
“Alright, alright, we’ll grab something on the way home.”
"We should play football together more often." Francis says later that night, with a happy smile, head resting on Ludwig's chest, as they fall asleep together.
"Hmm, I can't lose on purpose every time you know." Ludwig chuckles, staying awake for a few more minutes even after his lover's breath has evened out.
Ludwig finally falls asleep, thinking of what to bet on their next game against each other, extremely satisfied with the way things went today, despite losing.