indulgence
{carlos sainz x reader x charles leclerc}
in which, post-monza, carlos celebrates his birthday and a ferrari victory with you
warnings: threesomes, semi-competitive edging, m!receiving oral, sharing is caring, unprotected sex, brief mentions of ferrari divorce
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The fingers Carlos is slipping into your open, greedy mouth are covered in whipped frosting: red, to celebrate his birthday. Birthdays were always indulgent with him, and you always loved to see him let loose - with his diet, his inhibitions…
With you.
He never usually likes to share - but tonight he’s in a very generous mood.
After all, Ferrari wins in Monza were special.
He pulls the fingers from your mouth before you’re ready, already eyeing the man that’s propped up beside you, eager.
“Don’t I get a taste?” comes the teasing request, his voice gruff and a little tipsy from champagne and victory.
Carlos grins at the familiar stranger he’s invited tonight - his friend, his rival, soon a man that he will never again be able to call teammate.
He could never deny Charles anything - especially with the added sentimental realisation that they wouldn’t have such shared time and spaces for long.
He swipes a dab more frosting from the cake on the side table, and offers his fingers to him. “All for you, champion,” he says, obliging, and Charles opens his mouth to suck his fingers clean - every bit of sweetness a delicious promise of the things to come.
Carlos hums pleasantly at the sensation - Charles is good, sweet for him. His mouth is red from frosting - entirely kissable - as ripe as sweet fruit. Carlos lets the idle thought float in - god that mouth would be good around his dick - and has to physically stop himself from whimpering.
“More, Carlos,” Charles whines, greedily pulling him onto the bed now between you two. He cups his jaw with this tenderness that’s all their own, and Carlos sucks in a breath as Charles kisses him - one second delicate and uncertain, before Carlos pulls him in and turns up the heat instantly between them. They kiss noisily, even as your hands trail down Carlos’ body, sliding into his shorts - he’s half-hard, bucking into your touch. Charles swallows his moans as you take Carlos’ cock out for teasingly eager strokes.
“Slow down,” Carlos half-laughs, and you drink in the sound like it’s delicious wine. “We have all night.”
But the notion doesn’t exist to you now, not with the way Carlos is bucking into your grip, his eyes glazed over when you both put him on his back, stripping away whatever clothes are left on him and discarding them to the floor.
“Don’t move,” Charles whispers, between open-mouthed kisses along his chest, his sternum, his muscles leaping with the sensation of being explored, “let us do everything, birthday boy.”
“Everything?” His eyes widen, his mind spinning with possibility, “like wha-“
But he can’t finish his sentence, because Charles is already reading his mind, sending you a knowing look, and so you follow his lead, your mouths getting to work down the length of his body, exploring every sensitive part of him. He’s so perfect, so lean and sculpted and the way he shivers under your lips is absolutely addictive. Carlos watches eagle-eyed, as eventually yours and Charles’ mouths meet over the wet, aching length of his cock, with the barest, teasing hint of a kiss, tongues brushing so, so gently.
Carlos shivers into the bedspread and has to gasp out, “ohh f-fuck… slow, please…”
But you don’t want to slow down, because you’re aching to taste him, to feel the hard throb of him between your lips. Still, you’ll obey if that’s what Carlos wants… now your mouth glides slowly, with tiny little laps of your tongue to trace the veins of his cock… and Carlos sucks in a breath, writhing now. The slowing down isn’t helping at all - it’s tipping him into neediness and mind-melting want. Charles sucks the bead of precum that drips from the tip and Carlos all but sobs - it’s clear he’s spiralling past restraint now, his body begging to be more than just touched and tasted. He wants to fuck rough, wants all the heady friction you both can afford. He’s thrusting between your mouths now, relishing the sensation, the pleasure of wet soft lips, of the low rumble of Charles’ hums and your moans.
Carlos feels tortured, hot all over, not knowing where to look because it’s all so irresistible. You whimper when Charles grabs your face and kisses you openly, over the tip of Carlos’ dick that’s getting wetter and wetter by the second. Your tongue swipes across the head and brushes Charles’ tongue, and he sucks with heady, even pressure, until Carlos sobs out. “W-wait, please… slow down or…”
Charles only glances up for a bit, amusement and smugness in his eyes. “Or what? You’ll come?”
Carlos swears and shudders - he doesn’t trust himself to speak, because he’s precariously close now, teetering on the edge. Oh it’s hot, watching him squirm and shiver and be on the brink of losing his sanity, and so you endeavour to continue the torture - addicted to the power it offers. You pick up the pace with long, wet licks of your tongue, sucking the head of his dick… because that’s what you want - for him to give in, and surrender fully, messily.
Carlos yelps, the sensation unbearable now, and his hands shoot out urgently to slow your pace, to wrap his fingers along the base of his dick to squeeze himself back into restraint so he can prolong this and give himself a shot at holding back.
But Charles grabs his hand forcefully and pins it down with an assertive thump. “No,” he orders, and Carlos feels the hot shiver of need pass through him at the authority he hears. “Come, Carlos. Don’t hold back.”
Charles dips down to use his tongue on him, while you suck a maddening pattern down the length of his dick, over his balls, and Carlos’ hips are bucking, wild - his eyes glazed over with unbridled lust, as needy sounds pour from him: the half whine, half sob of “please, oh fuck, fuuuuuuck, noooo… please. Oh my god, yess, yesss - ahhh.”
Carlos slumps back hard when he comes, his cock jerking erratically between your lips and Charles’, cum spilling everywhere. He doesn’t stop shaking for a long while - his whole body wrecked as he lays boneless and spent in the sheets.
“So good, Carlos,” Charles whispers, taking stock of the mess all over Carlos’ thighs, your face.
“So hot,” you agree, your gaze appraising, hungry.
Carlos’ face lights up at the praise, and he grins lazily as he watches Charles lean in to kiss away his cum along your chin, your lower lip.
The kiss isn’t enough to sate you, though. Instead of the gentle, teasing pressure Charles brings, you shove him until he thumps backwards onto the mattress right next to Carlos. Charles yelps in delighted surprise - breath knocked out of his lungs. “Sweetheart,” his eyes flash with need now as you climb atop him, taking his cock in your hand, determined now.
“Need you in me,” you murmur, and his eyes widen with an unspoken yes, charged up with wanting.
Carlos watches with eagerness, with an insatiable hunger that tells you he’ll soon be ready for round two. His eyes scale down your entwined bodies, the way you sink onto Charles’ cock easily, mouth falling open in a low, satisfied moan. He marvels at how wet you are, how ready and hard Charles is. The way you rock into each other, panting like it’s a marathon - your hands flat on his chest, the frisson of electric heat coalescing in the tenderest parts of you. He feels good inside you, and even better than the thrusts - he grinds into you with purposeful intent. Carlos reaches out a hand to place it on your hip, his grip deliciously insistent, guiding you on Charles’ dick. “That’s it, baby.”
Your hand comes up to lay atop his - your eyes going half-lidded with the delicious sensation of being filled full. It doesn’t take long, really - Charles is panting, already close, and you’re too far gone to hold back either.
You bite your lip - wondering exactly what could take you over the edge.
And then Carlos just leans in to Charles, and presses a kiss to his neck. His mouth opens, tongue tracing a pattern down the sensitive skin, and it’s Charles’ turn to moan, melting into the sheets, as if completely undone. His eyes grow hazy, his mouth swollen and kissable. You’re tempted to lean down to taste that mouth again, to steal the pretty sounds he makes as Carlos sucks his neck and leaves a mark that’s almost as good as a race win.
But - too late, the birthday boy beats you to it.
Carlos’ hand cups Charles’ face, and they exchange a look that goes beyond words - intimate, knowing. It’s one they’ve exchanged many times - whether it’s over silly media content or on champagne-drenched podiums.
Carlos pulls him in for a kiss that’s sloppy, frantic - all tongue, and no finesse at all - just noisy and filthy and it’s the exact thing you both need to come, shaking and messy, to the tune of Carlos’ contented little sigh.
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wrote this somewhere in september and hit a road block. finally dusting off the draft and getting it done is truly a victory in itself. I always seem to like ringing in the new year with charlos threesomes somehow…
💛 would love to hear your thoughts
