Summary - Antony is channeling his inner dom after Man utd's game against Crystal Palace.

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Lisandro drives Antony home after the heated game against Crystal Palace. Antony is still a little bit rallied up from the fight that happened and the tounge lashing he got from their coach.

"I had the right to defend myself no?" He said, turning to Lisandro.

"You did." Lisandro nods, however he seemed a bit more diplomatic about it than Antony.

"Then how come coach is giving me more shit about it than anybody else? At least we won the game."

"And what if we didn't?"

"What?" Antony frowned.

Lisandro pressed his lips together in a thin line, choosing his next words carefully. "If we had in fact lost the game, then how would you feel about the fight?"

Antony lips parted as if he were to say something, however he hesitated and sat back in silence. That's how the rest of the drive went on, in silence.

Lisandro parked his car up Antony's driveway once they arrived at his house.

"The night is still young. What are you up to for the rest of the night?"

Antony unbuckled his seatbelt in silence and put a firm grip around the doorhandle before he got to answering Lisandro's question.

"I dunno, no one's at home. I might head over to Garnacho's once I've cleaned up a little"

"Garnacho's?" Lisandro snorted. This caused Antony to raise a brow.

"Did I say something funny."

"Yeah, what would make you want to hangout with Garnacho and his youth leauge friends?"

"I dunno?" Antony shrugged. " I heard he's throwing a party or somthin'. I take it that I'll enjoy it more than staying at home alone on a Saturday night."

"But Garnacho's is just a kid, you'd rather hang out with a kid?"

"Than stay home alone, yes."

Lisandro chuckled as he shook his head.

"What?" Antony smirked. "He's not that much younger than me?"

"But he is much younger than I."

"Yeah but why would you..." Antony paused to look at Lisandro, who looked smitten.

"Wait." Antony smiled. "Don't tell me you're jealous that I'm hanging out with someone like Garnacho?"

"I'm not, now get out of my car."

"Gladly." Antony fiddle with the door handle and got out of the car. "Don't you got someone waiting for you at home? There is no need to be worrying what I'm doing on my free time." Antony said on his way to slam the car door.

"She's not home." Lisandro said as he bit the inside of his cheeks.

"Come again?" Antony caught the door before it slammed shut.

Lisandro sighed, having to say it again. "She's out for the night. Her and her friends are throwing some kind of bachelorette party in London. She'll be gone all night."

"What are you trying to say?" Antony said, his voice mellow. With Lisandro he needed extra clearity, a way for him not to get too disappointed by false hopes and broken promises.

"What I mean is, if you don't want to be alone for the night, I'll stay with you." Lisandro said, with his gaze ahead of him, avoiding Antony's.

The two of them made their way inside the house with Antony turning off the lights that his family left open when they left.

"I'm going to take another shower. Help yourself to anything while you wait for me."

"Wait for you, you mean I can't join you?" Lisandro teased. To his suprise Antony only let out a low chuckle before turning his back on him, heading upstairs.

Lisandro made himself comfortable on the couch, flipping through the channels in search for something interesting to watch.

"Is there any good movies on?"

Lisandro had dozed off a bit when Antony finally came back downstairs. He rubbed his eyes at the sight of him, Antony, with damped hair and a towel wrapped around his naked torso.

"I have Netflix, maybe we can finds something better on there." He said.

"I doubt it will be better than what I am looking at right now." Lisandro was no doubt taken by how dangerously low Antony's towel was wrapped around his waist. To the point where the trail to his groin was showing.

"Come here." Lisandro said his voice seductive. He sat up in order to rail Antony in by the waist, his lean belly crashing into the soft lips that were Lisandro's.

Antony let out a sigh of appreciation as Lisandro continued to serenade his navel with soft kisses. However soon those sweet sighs turned into low and painful groans.

"What?" Lisandro stopped as he heard them too. He looked to see Antony desperately trying to hide some kind of discomfort.

"What is it?" Lisandro frowned, however kept his hands steady around Antony's waist.

"Nothing. I just..." Antony clenched his teeth as he tried to wiggle out of Lisandro's firm grip but the pain in his muscles was just to severe.

"You're hurt, aren't you?" Lisandro said, his hands letting go of Antony's waist. " I asked you in the car if..."

"Well, it didn't hurt then." Antony hissed. His chest rose up and down with his enraged excitement.

"Antony." Lisandro sighed and ran a hand down his tired face. " I won't do anything that I'll cause you pain. Not if you're truly hurt."

"Good, then don't." Antony said, but to Lisandro's suprise he dropped to his knees. "Let me." He said and placed himself between Lisandro's legs, spreading his thighs between his hands.

"Antony I..." He was still rallied up from the fight. Lisandro hated the fact that Antony felt like he had something to prove to the world and to him, when Lisandro himself couldn't care less of what anybody thought.

"What?" Antony paused his movments of unbuckling Lisandro's belt. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lisandro shook his head. "Like what?"

"Like I can't do this, like I can't take care of you."

"I don't. I mean I didn't..." Lisandro is silenced by Antony rising to his feet again. His hands goes to untie the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the floor. He steps forward with his full fledge erection poiting in the direction of the person that caused the rise of it.

"Open your mouth." Antony said, his eyes narrowed and determined.

A smile twitched in the corner of Lisandro's lips. Nevertheless he does what his man says, opening his gape, welcoming the hard and warm flesh that was Antony's. He is quick to put a hand to his head, guiding Lisandro by yanking his hair ever so gently.

"Fuck." Antony cries, clenching his hips as they thrust against Lisandro's mouth, attempting to deepen inside his bottom less throat. That's where he finished, in Lisandro's mouth, with Lisandro opening up his mouth to display his proud work.

"Good, now swallow."

Lisandro bats his lashes twice, but Antony puts a gentle hand underneath his chin, helping him to close his mout. He is fascinated by Lisandro's Addams apple as it moves when he swallow.

"Good, now let me do you" Antony said, but not without bending down to kiss Licha's wet lips. A reward for his efforts. The kiss is gentle a lingers for a bit, longer than Antony would have wanted. He feels himself relax against Lisandro who is beginning to take over again. He always did that, took the lead, expecting Antony to comply and usually he did. However, tonight, after the fight at the game, Antony felt as if something had shifted, as if the tables had turned.

"Lay on your back." He said and climbed on top of Lisandro, pressing his torso down with a hand to his chest. "Now take of your shirt."

Lisandro chuckled at the repeated commands, however there was no denial what it did to him. He would let Antony have his way with him, but only for tonight.