The british are coming (multiple times)
Barcelona 2026
Warnings: smut, today we explore the duality of the man known as Sir Lewis Hamilton, mostly mxm, rough sex, foursome, idk what this is honestly I just went on a tangeant and blacked out
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You'd been doing this for so long, at this point you thought you'd seen it all.
Yes there were the odd little quirky things each new driver liked or did that provided new opportunites and things to try. Different combos, different pairings.
But when Lewis approched you and told you what he wanted to do tonight, you choked on your drink and stared at him in bewilderment.
He'd fucked plenty up and down the grid, with or without you. Nobody would say no to that seven time world champion hunk of deliciousness.
But now you realised what a sight, and what an absolute treat it was to just watch him fuck.
Being fucked by him was also great, you knew well from experience, but Lando...
Lando was being fucked in a postion that almost made you think: this is art.
From behind, Lewis had hooked an arm under Lando's leg to hold it up and stretch him out while he made him squirm and pant against the wall.
Lando had strict orders to keep both his hands flat on said wall, and his whole body trembled while he did his best to obey.
His curls were damp with sweat, head thrown back against Lewis' shoulder while the older man mouthed against his thick neck.
Just like the race, it was both a show, and a statement: 'I own this. I have made a mark that will never be erased, and everyone will always remember how good I am.'
Lando had been a fan since childhood, like he said in the post-race conference, but now, with his body contorted and eyes rolled back, he was getting to know the real Lewis.
The need to prove, to control, to claim.
The hand around his throat flexed with the perfect pressure, and he came for the second time that night.
There was barely a noise. Just a cut-off whimper before he arched further into Lewis and made even more of a mess of himself and the floor.
You turned to George, who was equally as entranced by the two bodies moving in perfect tandem across the room.
"Fucking hell"
His voice cracked.
He had been fucked by Lewis before, quick and angry in his driver's room usually, but never like this.
He was about to find out what it felt like.
Lando and George had been summoned to Lewis' hotel room, and when they got there it was clear what was about to happen. Lewis was in the mood to play.
Lando lost the draw (not that he was complaining about it now) and had to come three times before he was allowed any respite.
It had only taken about 25 minutes for the first two so far.
George had taken a little of that time to prepare himself (mentally and physically) for his turn, and you were so wet there was not going to be any need when Lewis finally got to you.
The plan was this: Lando was going to endure Lewis' playful and slow teasing, and fall apart at the seams until he was sated (it was agreed that 3 orgasms would certainly be enough for that, Lando was feeling a little down and you agreed he needed to get out of his head). George would then take the punishment for being beaten in the fastest car, which meant Lewis was going to be rough, and mean.
Yeah, Lewis was an animal when he was really in the mood, and it had been a long time since he'd had this amount of adrenaline running through him after a win.
It wouldn't be long now, Lando was starting to slump heavily against the wall and Lewis was whispering filth into his ear with a hand wrapped loosely around his dripping cock.
Once he came, with a wretched sound that was probably heard on the other side of the wall, Lewis helped him to the bathroom to clean up and relax in the bath for a while.
Then the Ferrari driver came back out, and gave George a look.
"I want you on the bed, all fours"
George hastened to get into position, and waited for the mattress to dip behind him.
"I'm disappointed, George. Even with a rocketship and a rookie for a teammate you're still fifty points behind him..."
George shivered when Lewis's hands settled on his slender hips.
"M'sorry..." he mumbled.
Lewis laughed, "it's not me you should apologise to. I'm here to beat you too. And because I've overtaken you in the championship, I'm taking my trophy"
George whimpered and wobbled at the blunt pressure against his slick rim. It didn't take much to slip the tip in, head catching before a couple of inches were added.
George was already panting in anticipation of the rest, and without too much fuss Lewis managed to fit himself inside snugly. As usual, it wasn't long before George was trembling with the strain of holding himself up and he landed on his elbows.
Then, Lewis started thrusting harshly and a scream was ripped from the younger man's lips.
It was rough and mean, as promised, and a hand weaved it's way into George's hair and pulled his head back.
"I thought I taught you better than this" he hissed. "Did you learn nothing from me?"
George's eyes rolled back in his skull and his moans were high-pitched as Lewis made his body jolt with the force of each pass of his hips, and George was putty in his hands.
His back was arched almost painfully and his flesh jiggled with every slap of skin against skin.
"At least you're good at something" Lewis spat. "You're good at taking it like a whore..."
George wailed, his prostate was taking a beating and it had been quite a while since he'd been fucked like this.
It was obvious as soon as he started whining higher and louder that he was close to coming, and when he did he completely collapsed flat on the bed, and Lewis went with him to keep grinding to overstimulate him.
George couldn't breathe, it was too much and he didn't stop squirming until Lewis let up, which was several minutes and a few more nasty words later...
George joined Lando in the bathroom, on very wobbly legs, and only you were left in the room with the menace.
You looked at him warily. "Which Lewis am I getting?"
He chuckled, and settled next to you.
"Lay down. I just want to hold you..."
You snorted, a likely story, you thought, but obeyed and lay on your side while he came behind you, still very much hard against your ass.
"You've probably got the most stamina of anyone I've ever met"
He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm the best in most things"
"Humble, too" you teased.
As it turned out, as you suspected, his plan was not just to spoon you.
He opened you up carefully with his fingers, and plenty of lube so that he could take you from behind.
Then you felt his cock stetch your rim, and very slowly he pushed in. You were thankful for the lube, he wasn't small.
He was happily grinding deep, just enough to make you feel good, and you were just starting to wonder what he was playing at when he leaned in close to your ear and whispered. "The first person that comes through that door gets your pussy"
Your eyes landed on the bathroom door you were facing.
"If it's Lando he's not gonna want to do much, I'm guessing" you muttered breathlessly.
You felt Lewis smile against the skin of your neck. "He has a functionning mouth, doesn't he?"
You chuckled. "Very functionning indeed"
The thing was, they came out together, looking very much put back together, and upon seeing you and Lewis they immediately started bickering.
"At least I'm able to get hard"
"My mouth is better than your dick, though"
"I highly doubt that"
Your rolled your eyes at them. Then rolled your body over so you were on top of Lewis, back to him, legs spread while he was still buried in your ass.
"Both of you shut up and get over here"
They promptly did just that. It took some forehead slapping and grumbling from all parties, but you managed to get them to coordinate.
Lando's tongue was tracing patterns around your clit, humming as he went, while George was using his fingers to stimulate you from the inside.
The three of them made great teammates for the occasion, and Lewis started thrusting gently while Lando sucked on your clit.
It was an intoxicating feeling being pleasured like this, all your nerve endings were on fire, the stretch and the sweet spots all burning in your loins and you could barely gasp, much less tell them you were about to come.
Lando happily lapped up everything you had to give, and your tightening and spasming around Lewis made him groan and thrust up a couple of times as he finally spilled inside you.
You all felt completely leeched of your energy, and both Lando and George were in entirely different hotels, which they couldn't be bothered moving to. So the four of you finished cleaning up and changed the sheets on the, now that you noticed it, frankly ridiculously sized bed that Lewis had booked for the occasion.
You all collapsed on the fresh sheets, and Lando drifted off immediately.
"The big three" you muttered with a tired smile to Lewis, who was behind you. "If you weren't in the history books before, you certainly are now"
He grinned, and kissed you on the cheek before settling down.
You turned to George who was on the other side of Lando in front of you.
"A lot of world championships in this bed" you teased. "You'd better be the next one to contribute"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm trying my best, you know?"
You nodded. "I know George, I know. Just please don't let that twink get any more wins, yeah?"
George snorted with laughter.
"Yeah... Whatever you say, sir"
Although you weren't the one with the knighthood, you enjoyed the title none the less.
You had no doubt George would do anything to please you. And that's just the way you liked it.