<p>"Sometimes I just hate this body, not like on the field, but I don,t want to be the kid. It is just stupid to judge adulthood by differentiation. You know, if I am an Omega, at least I can ask you to leave something for me, even a baby."</p>
<p>Cristiano looked at you in silence, he knows what you mean and become more silence thus.</p>
<p>"Not like I want to get pregant right now but Cris, Ronnie, I like you."</p>
<p>Your lips trembled, as you get closer to him, eyes opened, he didn,t frown but you still cannot read his yes.</p>
<p>Finally, you feel the softness on your lips, still a flint of champgne taste. You kiss him again, "Cris." And again, "I like you Ronnie."</p>
<p>And again, he takes over, hands gripping on your shoulder.</p>
<p>"Ronnie, take me."</p>
<p>"You sure?"</p>
<p>"Yes"</p>
<p>He bends you over, you already wet and drooling even you cannot smell his scent and can only read him by your eyes.</p>
<p>He pushes in, you will recall in the later days, that famous fuck boy in Madrid already emerges in this early age.</p>
<p>He fucks you so hard like you are just one of the call girls in the final celebration.</p>
<p>"Yes, Cris, yes I am your cunt. Please.."</p>
<p>The young alpha overwhelm your little undifferentiated hole and you lost your memory after third, maybe fourth climax.</p>
<p>Sergio didn,t answer, he takes you down, much proficient, even after so many gatherings at Paolo, those mouth work are ecletric and way out of your range. You cum in screaming.</p>
<p>"Bend over pretty"</p>
<p>"You flirtare"</p>
<p>"I know. " He slap your hip, yes that,s what I need. Tougher, harder, just like Cris did three years ago, Fuck my mind out of here.</p>
<p>There is nothing you can say to them, Kaka is those boys that you just cannot say anything bad to him, those puppy eyes, either on him or on Chris can only ask for the best thing deserve in the world.</p>