your teammate

He quickly lowered his head and kissed her aggressively.

"Well... not... back..."

Morata didn't talk to anyone at all. As soon as Isco opened his mouth, he pushed his tongue in, and swept around in it simply and roughly. At the same time, his legs were not idle, taking advantage of his height and length. The thigh was squeezed between Isco's legs forcibly, and his left hand slid from his shoulder to his back, pressing the whole body on himself, easily controlling the vital position.

It can be said that Isco was placed on his thighs. Only the soles of his feet were still barely touching the ground. The sensitive parts that were attached together could feel the hardened objects of Morata. She couldn't move, and could only passively bear the more intense kiss from the other party, who had no intention of ending it at all.

You can't hold back your anger, of course I don't dare to touch / tease outside.

He wanted to explain at first, but was quickly kissed to the point where he couldn't remember anything.

Morata didn't pay attention to the position he chose, (or didn't care at all). As soon as Ramos and Pique entered the locker room, they saw Isco being pushed against the cabinet.His cheeks were flushed, his breathing was short of breath, and his untied hand was grasping Morata's front, as if he had been bullied miserably.

"I just said I'll come back later. Everyone else is waiting outside. You are the only one in a hurry to watch this?" Ramos stopped and pulled back his bound hands, complaining in a low voice.

Peake shrugged, took out his mobile phone from the cabinet, and laughed mischievously while turning on the camera, "Who told you that your short legs were going to be photographed yesterday (I [was] bathed)", he pursed his lips, and put the keyword Swallow it, and turn to emphasize, "In any case, this is just courtesy and baiting."

Ramos guessed that it was probably what Isco did to Piquemeow yesterday, but judging from the degree of revenge, it must be a trivial matter, so as the double captain, he is still obliged to protect the "shortcomings".

But before he could do anything, Morata himself noticed them.

The tall forward, who was tall enough for the two, turned around and glanced sharply at the mobile phone held by Pique, and then switched to teammate mode, smiling as if nothing had happened, and said hello, "You are here."

Pique was not offended, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, obviously thinking of some good idea, he shook his phone, "Alvaro, I'll pass on the one I just took, and you deleted the one Isco took yesterday .”

"Deal." Morata nodded.

Can Ramos let this behavior of selling teammates face to face?

(Huh? Which sells which?)

Of course not.

(doesn't matter which sells which)

He snatched the phone while Pique wasn't paying attention, "I'll pass on what you want, and Isco's photos." (Hey, aren't you just selling your teammates?)

Pique, of course, snatched it backhanded, shouting, "Alvaro ignore him, delete it for me!" Turning to stare at Ramos, "What's the use of grabbing the phone! Do you have my password!"

"It depends on whether you want to be a human being or not." Ramos smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, and shook his right hand lightly to signal.

"you!"

Not to be outdone, the two stared at each other, refusing to let go of the hand holding the phone.

Morata looked back and forth between the two thoughtfully, and made a decision, "You take it slowly, whoever sends it, I will send it back after receiving it, delete the original, and I don't care whoever accepts it. I don’t know.” After he finished speaking, he turned around and dragged Isco, who had just recovered his breath and wiped the saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth, to the bathroom.

……

Ramos and Pique face each other

"Look at the good things you Real Madrid have done. After sending people out for two years, they will be blackened when they come back."

"Hehe, what about you Barcelona, ​​Chris also told me how good you were at Manchester United, and you will be ruthless once you return to Barcelona."

"How many times have I said, we don't have that relationship!"

Pique didn't know why he refuted this first.

He was stunned, and Ramos was also stunned.

But the subtle time difference allowed Ramos to grab the phone.

"Hey, there's a question before that," Ramos said, hoping his way of changing the subject didn't sound too abrupt.

"How are we going to shower?"

This question is too hard-core, and that little bit of bluntness is nothing at all.

Pique opened his mouth, imagining the scene of the two men taking a shower with their hands tied together hanging far away. It turned out to be a different feeling from seeing each other naked. He shut up and said " How else can I wash it, just together, are you embarrassed?" They swallowed it.

cleaning a cat

Probably seeing that the two of them didn't come out, they felt that there should be nothing to avoid, so other people came into the locker room one after another.

Those who have good things mingled with the crowd and joked, "Geri, do you want [Sergio] to help you take a bath today?"

A very simple pun broke the weird atmosphere between the two of them. Ramos raised his eyebrows, as if he knew something, and teased with a smile, "Oh? Busquets? Did he help you take a shower?"

It might be Thiago who was talking over there, and Pique laughed and scolded, "You kid has gained a lot of courage in the past few years. Do you think you can't deal with you in Germany? Wait for me!"

Turning around, he found that Ramos was still staring at this side, waiting for an answer, with half a smile in his eyes, and it didn't look like he was just looking for a joke to ridicule.

"I turned into a cat here yesterday, sweating all over, you know, Sergio couldn't bear this, so he washed me." Pique looked back, he didn't know why he was so honest I just explained it.

The smile returned to Ramos's eyes, and he gloated a little more, "He must have washed it for you very well, why don't you leave it to him today?"

"You can't do this to me!"

Pique frowned, he shouldn't have said it so weakly, but just for a moment, the panic of being turned into a cat and being held by someone completely seized him.

There was also the terror of being abandoned by Ramos, but it was never admitted.

Peake grabbed the towel and dragged him to the bathroom.

Ramos didn't fight back, in fact he regretted the truth as soon as he uttered it, and he didn't want to imagine his(?) cat in someone else's hands.

What, you mean Pique?

Who cares about him.

What makes people wonder whether to be thankful or to curse is that the bathroom in the training base has partitions. After two tall men squeeze into it, it is not spacious anyway. The space is cramped and the honey juice is awkward.

Peek took off his clothes and piled them up to the point where the two wrists were connected, while pretending to explain naturally, "Cats' instinct hates water. I have to say, that's too bad. I'd rather be with you [like this] than absolutely Never be treated like a cat again."

[But if your curse cannot be lifted, it is impossible for me to be tied to you forever. 】

Ramos wouldn't tell such a cruel reality, and ignoring the thought made his heart skip a beat.

"Okay, then it seems that we can only make do with it." He just nodded as a compromise, and began to take off his clothes.

You can try to explain it with the responsibility of the captain and the friendship of teammates, but in fact, there is no way to cover up the fact that he does not have to do this.

Afterwards, the two silently took turns standing under the shower, ignoring the faint flirting and sex in the next cubicle, tacitly pretending that the shower was not embarrassing at all.

To be honest, even when the two had the worst quarrel and forcibly whitewashed peace in front of the media, I'm afraid it wasn't so weird.Of course, that was a long time ago. After the reconciliation, they really got back together. Even if there was a sarcasm in front of each other, they had a bottom line in their hearts.

It's just that right now, I don't know where this bottom is going.

After turning off the water, Ramos slammed the baffle of the cubicle, "Alvaro, restrain yourself! There will be a match in two days!"

"I know." The neighbor replied curtly, "I didn't use his ass."

Also very bold.

"Look, I'll just say, what kind of black is this?"

Ramos rolled his eyes, unable to refute.

An embarrassing thing, if the person who does it is not embarrassing, then it is someone else who is embarrassing.When Pique, Ramos, Morata and Isco came out of the bathroom with their hands tied and towels around their waists, many of them choked on their own saliva and coughed wildly.

—Someone whistled too.

Iniesta came over and clapped his hands, "The coach said, free activities in the afternoon, everyone stays in the base, you can do recovery training or rest by yourself."

After speaking, he leaned into the ears of Ramos and Pique, "You guys should study the curse letter again. It should be said that deepening the degree of physical contact can prolong the time to recover the human form. How to operate it depends on yourself. Tomorrow, we must confirm whether the next game can be done." If you can’t play, if you can’t guarantee it, you know the consequences.”

The two looked at each other and nodded with ugly faces.

kiss a cat

……

……

Ramos and Pique looked at each other with faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Ramos' luggage has been moved to Pique's house by the staff, and it is not known when Iniesta moved his luggage away.

But that's not the point.

The point is that the two of them studied the piece of paper scratched by Piccolo over and over several times, and they had to confirm that the curser didn't have the kindness to give any operation instructions, only a very abstract sentence.

[The deeper the body contact, the stronger the effect, and the rest can be explored on your own—]

Roll your X wavy line.

"What do you think, what should I do?" Ramos asked Pique for advice, which can be said to be a great spectacle.

"I think..." Pique thought for a moment, then grinned suddenly, with a provocative tone, "It depends on how far you can go." It didn't seem like a demanding attitude at all.

Ramos frowned, he understood the truth, but his face