only if you feel inspired ik ur busy,,,, but like any of the boys but like max/oscar/lando and riding them after a workout 🙂↕️ like they just look too good after sweating and messy hair and flushed and all that. I CANT.
In the mood to play spot the differences, so let’s do a holy trinity of blurbs ☝🏻🤓
Spoiler alert: there’s nothing holy about this post.
𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗠𝗔𝗫
He comes home with his heart still racing from the last set. You crawl onto him the moment he falls on the bed, straddling him immediately. The clothes are still clinging to his skin, he’s warm and still buzzing with adrenaline, his scent blending with heat and sweat; you can almost taste the salt of it, and feel the hum of leftover energy radiating from him like static.
He laughs when you push him back, a chuckle that vibrates straight through you, adding to the way his hands find your waist instinctively, making your chest rise more rapidly. Not to pull or initiate, just to wait. To give you a type of dominance that you don’t get to experience often.
With a lazy smile, his eyes are daring you to take what you want, invoking the excuse that he’s too tired. In reality, he’s so utterly drunk on you and the rush that never quite leaves his system that he’s more than willing to give you the upper hand this time.
He lets you ride him, keeping that godlike smirk on his face, cock twitching under your weight, teasing you by slowing your hips just to earn some sweet sounds from you. And maybe even beg, despite the fact that you’re on top.
He loves it when you take control like that, but Max isn’t the type to wait forever. So he gets possessive mid-session, flips you over for a deeper angle in order to make you gasp, and lets a few Dutch cuss words slipping through his lips because of how you feel around him.
At the same time, he’s updating his mental list with a new workout schedule, crossing cardio off.
𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥
Oscar’s presence fills the room before he even says a word. Once he gets close enough, his scent cuts through the air, reminding you of all the reasons why you go feral every time he comes home after a workout session: his flushed cheeks, his messy hair, and his shirt clinging in places you can’t stop staring at.
His abs, more specifically. And around his biceps. And pecs. And.
There is something darkly masculine about this side of him and, even though he’s managed to find various ways to leave you breathless over time, this image will always be your favorite.
He’s playful and giddy as you jump in his arms, wrapping around him like a koala bear. It’s the moment his back hits the bed that the atmosphere charges in intensity.
With you on top, he lazily spreads your legs and guides your movements exactly where you both need it, occasionally running a hand down your spine, gripping your thighs, or stroking your hair.
He likes it slow in the beginning, loving the way you tease him, loving how your sounds blend together, making him harder and more eager to let you control every inch of him, and loving how the heat radiating off him visibly turns you on.
The adrenaline finds its way back ten times more intense, accompanied by impatience.
Suddenly, he’s thrusting up into you, watching you unravel in his orbit. He’s now flustered, still lost for words but begging with his eyes and silent grunts for you to ride him harder.
𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢
Everything needs to be fun for Lando, otherwise he’s simply not gonna do it. He pulls you in with the towel that was just hanging around his neck, his plans to jump in the shower forgotten the moment he saw you waiting for him.
You hop on him instantly, and he gives you a crooked grin in return, already hard and twitching. In no time, hands are flying everywhere on your body, stopping only to push your hips down, or pull you flush against him.
The skin on skin feeling makes both of you impatient to experience more, no matter how messy or breathless or loud you get.
There is something so unbelievably obscene about how good he looks when the sweat clings to his skin and when his curls get wilder from the heat. Every flex of muscle makes a vein jump beneath the surface, catching on his forearms and neck, sending sparkless down your spine. It’s ridiculous how something as simple as breath and motion can undo you, and the moment he stops you from bouncing on him only to make you whine, you can swear you understand exactly how it feels like to suddenly go from 100 to 0 in an instant.
He goes faster then, to test how much you can take before you give up and start begging him to take full control. To flip you over and thrust into you relentlessly, until every thought you’ll ever have again will include him and this moment.
