Tags: Maxiel, blood, descriptions of violence, pain kink, bar owner!Max
14. “No need to be gentle.”
Daniel’s doubled over, hands on his knees, blood gushing from his nose when he spits the sarcastic remark. He can taste his own blood, can see it seeping into the dirt below them. He doesn’t have to look down at himself to know he’s probably covered in it, too.
Max is shaking his hand vigorously, not having expected the punch to hurt him more than it hurt Daniel.
“Shut up,” Max groaned, already seeing the way his knuckles were bruising, smeared with Daniel’s blood and shaking with adrenaline. He’d never punched anyone before, but Daniel brought it out of him, this fiery temper that couldn’t be roused by anyone else.
Max took a step towards Daniel with purpose, grabbing his jaw firmly and forcing him to stand back up, making him look at him. “The next time I see you talking to that prick, it will be worse, do you understand?” Max barked.
Daniel gave Max a bloody smile in return, cheeks squished between his nimble fingers. Max’s accent is thicker when he’s angry, something Daniel can’t help but love even as Max threatens to hurt him again. I deserved it, Daniel thinks fleetingly, because he does. He’d been chatting up that prick all night, shamelessly, right in front of Max. Daniel wants to say he doesn’t know why he does it, why he flirts like he’s single, why he makes sure Max can see it all unfold before him, but he does know why. It’s moments like these where he feels Max at his strongest, at his most devoted to him, cursing him yet giving him another chance, just because he loved him.
Daniel nodded, eyes half-lidded and dark as they gazed back at Max. “You know I like it when it hurts, Maxie,” Daniel teased, gasping when Max let go of his face to instead push at his chest, forcing his back to slam against the brick wall behind them. It’s darker in this alley than he’d like, but it’s the only quiet place to air their grievances when the bar was especially packed tonight. Max looks scarier than usual in the dimness of the night, shadows casted on his face just so to make him look especially insane.
Max grabbed a fistful of Daniel’s shirt, looking crazed for a second, like he might just punch Daniel again. He surged forward instead, lips hitting Daniel’s in a searing kiss. He kissed Daniel hungrily, not minding the slippery feeling of blood against his lips, or the taste of it as Daniel reciprocated, welcoming it all as he shoved his tongue down his throat.
They’re both breathless when they pull away, now both equally messy.
“I will see you at home,” Max said lowly, wiping his face on the brown leather of his jacket and digging through his pocket, fishing his keys out of it and putting them in Daniel’s hand. He could get a ride from Charles later, since they’d both be closing up tonight. Max doesn’t say another word as he opened the door back into the bar, loud music and neon lights flooding the alley for a moment before the door closed gently behind him.
Daniel was left in silence, a face-splitting smile spread across his face. He looked down at the keys in his hand, his line of sight catching the unseemly bulge in his jeans, pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. He’d make sure Max did something about that later, once Daniel cleaned up and made sure his nose wasn’t broken.
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George doesn’t know why he feels so nervous as he stepped into the elevator, pressing one of the many gilded buttons on the panel, specifically the one that read ‘Penthouse’. He swipes his card to confirm it, like he has a million times before, letting out a heavy breath when he felt the lift start taking him up. George is in Monaco, a last-minute trip he hadn’t been expecting to take.
A lot had happened before the summer break, so he hadn’t been able to see Daniel much, apart from sneaking into his hotel for a few nights. They celebrated together when Daniel got the news about his seat, but it wasn’t enough, it never was.
George had hoped he and Daniel could be together during the break, but things had come up— seat fittings and photoshoots and contract finalizations and as much sim practice as Daniel could handle. It had only been about a month since they’d made it official, and with their endlessly busy schedules, there just hadn’t been time to settle into their new relationship just yet. Daniel completely surprised him that morning by telling him he’d bought him a plane ticket to Monaco, and even ordered a car to George’s place.
George wasn’t nervous to see Daniel; he’d been wanting to be alone with him for longer than 10 minutes for quite a while. He’s nervous about Daniel being different, feeling different, worried that in the hustle and bustle of their lives, Daniel had realized that the whole boyfriend thing wasn’t for him and just hadn’t had the time to tell him. George had spent the whole plane ride trying to brush away the idea that Daniel was only flying him out because he didn’t want to deliver the bad news over the phone.
George tapped his foot impatiently on the marble floor of the elevator, getting antsier by the second, dreading what was on the other side of the sliding doors.
When the doors opened into Daniel’s penthouse, George took a few steps inside, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. It was quiet, too quiet, especially for it being Daniel’s place.
“Daniel?” George called, setting his bag down on the couch and taking a peek into the kitchen.
Daniel was there, standing at the stove, stirring something methodically. George noted that it smelled heavenly, immediately drawn in.
“Hey, baby,” Daniel said excitedly, quickly wiping his hands on his apron and turning around to greet George. “I missed you-“ he whined, cutting himself off to plant a kiss on George’s lips. “So much,” he chuckled and pecked him again, pulling him into a tight, warm hug for good measure.
George was speechless at first as Daniel kissed him, squished pleasantly in his embrace. He could do nothing but clutch at him just as tight, letting his face rest in the curve of his neck and letting out a relieved chuckle, hoping Daniel thought he was laughing at his eagerness and not at himself for always expecting the worst. “Can we never be apart again?” He muttered into Daniel’s shoulder, glad that Daniel wasn’t pulling away.
“You missed me that much, Georgie?” Daniel teased. He could sense that George wasn’t ready to pull away, so he didn’t, quite content to stay like this forever if George wanted to. He knew that if left alone, George would waste no time letting his anxiety take over. Daniel had an inkling that George had spent most of his traveling doing just that. “I missed you more,” Daniel whispered.
George finally let himself relax some more, laughing at Daniel’s insistence. “I don’t believe you,” he said, right up against the skin of Daniel’s neck. “Prove it.”
Daniel scoffed and slowly walked George back a few steps, stopping when they hit the edge of the island. When Daniel pulled away, George looked so sweet, eyes wide and waiting, lips slightly parted, waiting for his next move. Daniel would never get enough of how desperately George needed him. Daniel’s hands landed comfortably on George’s hips, keeping him in place. He hadn’t expected to escalate things until after dinner, but he didn’t mind changing the order of things if it made his boyfriend happy. Daniel’s hand moved down to cup George’s cock in his pants, receiving the softest gasp from him in return.
George kept his eyes on Daniel’s face and gripped the counter tightly as he was groped, his body thrumming at the simple touch.
“I made you fly all the way out here, that isn’t proof enough?” Daniel continued, tone even and slow, never breaking eye contact with George. He could feel him swelling in his palm, his fingers stroking the ever-growing outline of him. “You want me to show you how much I missed you, right?” Daniel purred, watching George nod frantically and bite down into his lip, trying to keep himself from getting too loud.
George would normally feel quite embarrassed about how fast he’d gotten hard, but Daniel had a way about him that always made him feel okay, never ashamed about the way he reacted to him. “Please,” he begged, pushing his hips into Daniel’s hand.
Daniel didn’t make any moves to take it further just yet, pulling away briefly to take his apron off. His hand found its way back onto George’s cock with ease, leaning in to kiss along his jaw. “Were you thinking about me on the plane?” Daniel whispered and moved his kisses to his neck, sucking a small bruise there.
George keened softly as Daniel started to take him apart, not sure he’d be able to form coherent sentences if he was touching him like this. “Mhm,” he hummed. “You’re all I think about,” he murmured, letting his head tilt to the side to encourage Daniel to keep marking him up.
Daniel laughed contentedly against his skin, happy to hear that he occupied every corner of his mind. “Good.” Daniel gave a particularly firm squeeze and used his thumb and forefinger to undo the button of his pants, followed by his zipper. “I’m no better,” Daniel said as he fell to his knees without warning, not taking George out of his boxers yet. Instead, he pressed a kiss to his clothed cock and shamelessly rubbed his face along the length, letting his tongue soak the fabric of his briefs. “Feels wrong when you’re not with me,” Daniel purred against the hard flesh of George’s cock, breathing hotly against him.
George couldn’t believe the sight in front of him, Daniel pushing his face into his crotch and mouthing warmly at him. He looked sinful on his knees, like he’d die if he didn’t get George’s cock in his mouth soon. His hand landed in the mess of dark curls on Daniel’s head, trying to respond intelligently to Daniel being so sappy. “Are you always going to be this busy?” George got out, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.
“For now,” Daniel sighed, pushing George’s shirt up a bit to press kisses to his tummy, distracting him from whatever overthinking he might’ve been doing. “I’ll be all yours soon, don’t worry,” he smiled, pulling his pants and boxers down in a few tugs, eyes wide when he laid eyes on George’s cock. He was slick, absolutely covered in his own precome, the wet spot obvious on his briefs. “Jesus, baby,” Daniel said, looking hungrily at the mess George had made. “You’re soaked already,” he said as he got a hand around him, not needing any assistance from his mouth to make it glide smoothly.
George felt himself flush at the fact, gripping the counter even tighter as Daniel began to touch him. “I missed you,” was all he could say, all he could attribute to his lack of control.
Daniel let out a sweet chuckle, endeared by the lanky boy. He leaned down to circle his lips around the head and pushed his tongue against the slit, humming at the salty taste of George’s precome. “You taste so good,” he purred, licking along the length to taste more of him. “Wanna fuck my mouth?” Daniel asked sweetly, lapping at him slowly, waiting patiently for him to do as he asked. Daniel usually preferred taking his time with George, but the urgency he felt inside himself to get him off was unbearable, wanting to make George feel as good as possible.
George obliged without question, breathlessly taking hold of Daniel’s hair and sliding himself into the heat of his mouth. He pushed Daniel down all the way, his thrusts starting off shallow and making Daniel mewl around him helplessly.
All Daniel could do was take it, take George filling his mouth to the brim with his cock, his throat working tightly around him. His hands flew up to grip George’s thighs as he pushed deeper, making wet, gargled sounds around him. He whined with every forward thrust of George’s hips, looking up at him with teary eyes.
George knew it would be a mistake to look back at him, groaning loudly at how beautiful Daniel looked. It was moments like these that reminded him that he never had anything to worry about in the first place, that Daniel was the very least of his worries. He knew, deep down, that Daniel would never break the promises he’s made or hurt him. “I love you, fuck, I love you,” George babbled, not meaning to spill his guts, especially not while he was choking Daniel on his cock. George was too turned out to think about the repercussions of saying such a thing.
Daniel had a lot to say about that, though he was too occupied to respond. Instead, Daniel grabbed George’s hips again and pressed him firmly into the counter, deciding to take back the control he’d so easily given up. Daniel bobbed his head fast and made sure to press himself all the way down. It was his way of saying it back without words, by making sure he gave George an unforgettable orgasm.
Daniel didn’t stop until he heard George shout and tense up above him, swallowing every bit of come he pumped down his throat. Daniel could feel his own cock leak profusely and twitch in excitement, pulsing as George kept him still, nose pressed into the patch of hair above his cock. After George was done, he pulled off with a gasp, face looking ruined. Daniel had spit running down his chin, tear streaks adorning his tan face, lashes clumped together. Daniel was still watching George as he gingerly tucked him back into his soiled boxers, a small smile spreading across his face. The way he felt for George wasn't something he had to name, necessarily; it was something he'd known for forever, feeling so natural that he hadn't realized what it really was until George said it first.
“I love you too,” Daniel murmured, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of the sweatshirt he was wearing. “I love you more,” he insisted, using the counter to pull himself off the floor, pressing him into the hard granite countertop once more. “You meant it, right? Not just because I give really great blowjobs?” His voice was weaker, wrecked from the treatment George had given him.
“I love you,” George repeated, still catching his breath, trying to make it clear that it had nothing to do with Daniel’s ability to deepthroat him, and everything to do with how amazing he was. George’s cheeks were red, his blush creeping down his neck, under the neckline of his shirt. “I mean it.”
“I believe you,” Daniel teased and pulled away, turning on his heel to check on the forgotten pot of sauce on the stove. It was just about done, almost perfectly cooked. “I know you’re all about the flowers and champagne and luxurious dinners, but I like it better like this,” he murmured, turning around again with a big spoonful of tomato sauce, his hand floating underneath it to catch anything that dripped. Before he continued, he brought the edge of the spoon up to George’s lips, watching him taste it with wide, eager eyes.
George’s face lit up at the taste of the sauce, too, impressed with Daniel’s ability to cook something so delicious. “Say it again,” George said softly, mimicking Daniel’s wide grin.
The question came out hoarse, expected after he’d just had Daniel’s cock down his throat. The question is for Daniel, though Oscar is staring at Max when he asks it.
It’s kind of unbelievable actually, the fact that he and Max are on their knees in front of Daniel, barely having said a word to each other before this. When Daniel first pitched the idea to him, he had thought it was another silly fantasy of his, something that would only live in their minds. It took Max reaching out to him personally for Oscar to realize it wasn’t a joke. Once he’d gotten over the shock of Max Verstappen texting him about a threesome, Oscar agreed to it quite quickly.
It was silently understood between them, Oscar supposed, that he and Max both messed around with Daniel, but that was it. There was no need to interact otherwise. Oscar liked it better that way, only because he wasn’t sure he could work up the courage to really talk to him. He’d spent years looking up to both Daniel and Max, it was already a miracle that Daniel had given him a chance, he hadn’t thought it was worth it to try his luck with Max too.
Oscar felt much differently now, especially after having Max watch him blow Daniel, after Daniel insisted he show off how good he was at it. The boundary he thought was necessary had crumbled in seconds, destroyed by the feeling of Max’s fingers curling in his hair and pushing him down further, whispering in his ear about how good he looked with his mouth full, his other hand tracing Oscar’s throat so he could feel the bulge of Daniel’s cock.
Daniel was still breathless, a devious smile forming on his face, as if he knew Oscar would ask. “You can do more than that, baby,” he coaxed softly.
Max made the first move, impatient, leaning in and pressing their lips together wetly, sliding his tongue against Oscar’s. This whole thing had been Max’s idea, to invite Oscar to join him and Daniel. Daniel had been practically preaching to him about how good Oscar was, about his endless stamina and the way he begged to be fucked. Max didn’t often like involving himself in Daniel’s other prospects, but he’d been made curious by everything Daniel had told him.
Oscar mewled against Max’s mouth, his hands holding both sides of his face, spit dripping down his chin from the intensity of it. It wasn’t like anything he’d experienced before, Max kissing him like his life depended on it, hot and wet and passionate. Oscar didn’t pull away until Max did, staring at him with wide eyes, silently asking for more.
“I get why Daniel never shuts up about you,” Max hummed, licking his plump, red lips to punctuate the sentence. Max’s hand found its way onto Daniel’s thigh, pulling him closer. Daniel’s cock occupied the space between Oscar and Max, still slick with spit and achingly hard.
Max leaned forward to kiss the shaft, his tongue darting out to lick up the length. “Kiss me again,” he whispered against Daniel’s cock.
Oscar understood what Max wanted him to do, leaning close too, lapping at Daniel’s dick. Oscar could feel Max’s tongue and lips brush against his, the two of them making messy work of getting Daniel off, mouthing at his cock.
Daniel could barely look down at them without wanting to come immediately, gripping both Oscar’s and Max’s hair with his hands, pressing them closer, encouraging them on. It was incredible, his two favorite boys on their knees for him, so desperate to please him. He could get used to having both of them at the same time. “Just like that,” he sighed, watching as Max bobbed his head around half the length, Oscar taking care to suck and lick at the rest of him, both looking up at him with wet, glistening eyes.
Oscar switched off with Max a few moments later, swirling his tongue around the head. Oscar didn’t take him down, though, in favor of pulling Max in by his chin, making it so both of them were lapping at his head, a tangle of tongues and a slurry of soft, sweet noises, wanting to make it hard for Daniel to last.
It worked, of course, Daniel didn’t need much encouragement. Max stroked him fast while both he and Oscar waited with their mouths open, tongues sticking out to catch the load Daniel would be giving them, staring up at him intently.
Daniel’s grip on their hair tightened, letting out a strained moan as he came, watching as his come shot into both of their mouths. Daniel was kicking himself for not filming the sight in front of him, but he was sure he would get the two of them like this again. “Don’t be greedy, Max,” he said lowly, noticing the Dutchman had gotten most of his load in the end.
Max didn’t have to be told twice, surging forward to kiss Oscar again before either of them could swallow, letting the younger boy taste Daniel on his tongue. He could feel Oscar’s hands grabbing at him, sliding up his rib cage and making him shiver, pulling him in closer, bare chests pressed together. Max had to pull back, feeling lightheaded with the lack of oxygen and his overwhelming need for Oscar. “Hard not to be,” Max quipped back.
Indulging his teenage teammate’s wildest fantasies was not usually something he did, but it was getting harder and harder to deny his own feelings, the teeny tiny crush that had blossomed into something Daniel wasn’t ready to face yet.
Daniel felt a sort of hot, burning shame as he watched Max move himself into place, both of them naked. Daniel was certain he would’ve backed out by now, but seeing Max in all his glory, all pale skin and baby fat, only made him want him more.
They were already a weird tangle of limbs, Daniel sitting with his legs spread and Max sat in the space between them. Max’s legs were hooked over Daniel’s thighs, lazily hugged around his waist. In this position, they could scoot close enough to have their cocks right up against each other, perfect for what Max had wanted to do.
Daniel had almost fainted when Max mentioned he had a fleshlight a week prior, even worse off when the kid conjured up this idea that he wanted to use it with Daniel.
Daniel could barely think, barely breathe, Max pouring a generous amount of lube on his cock. Daniel was already hard, of course— he’d been fighting off the urge to pop a boner all week, so it was a relief that he could finally let himself lust after Max with just him to witness it. Max had been awkward at first, jittery, giggly, permanently flushed red as he used the silicone toy on Daniel, using gentle flicks of his wrist. Daniel had to try hard not to collapse back against the bed, leaned back on his hands instead. Daniel’s brain kept conjuring up flashes of Max fucking this thing in his free time, putting all his strength into going as deep as he could, coming into the tight pocket of silicone so hard he sees stars. It shouldn’t have turned Daniel on so much, but he was so far gone for him at this point, Daniel wasn’t sure he could make excuses for himself anymore.
“How does it feel?” Max asked suddenly, still stroking Daniel. He would easily admit that he’d imagined this exact scenario a hundred different times, not ashamed of how much he wanted Daniel. “You’re so big, can’t believe you fit in there,” Max mused, using his free hand to trace the entrance, feeling how monstrously stretched it felt. It’s an obscene sight, Max staring at Daniel with those too-blue eyes and practically drooling over how Daniel’s cock looks, nestled into the sleeve, almost too big to fit.
Daniel let out a groan, much louder than the ones he’d made before. “Feels really good,” Daniel huffed and reached down to place a hand on Max’s thigh, smoothing his hand up to his tummy, feeling the hard line of muscle there, grateful to be able to touch him like this. “You feel better,” he teased, watching Max’s expression turn helpless, like he wants to sit himself in Daniel’s lap instead of using the toy. “Have you thought about this a lot, Maxie?” Daniel asked shakily.
Max nodded eagerly, pressing the fleshlight all the way down and leaving it there for a few moments, letting Daniel relish in the feeling. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about,” he admitted, accent thicker than usual.
“Is this how you do it on yourself?” Daniel breathed, biting his lip as he watched Max’s pace slow, the squelch of the fleshlight quiet between them.
“I do it faster,” Max murmured. “I imagine it’s you, sometimes,” he admitted, looking away from Daniel for a moment, wishing he could hide his embarrassment a little better.
“You make believe it’s me?” Daniel gasped, nearly losing it at the thought of Max being so into fucking him. “You’re gonna kill me, Max,” Daniel whined, resisting the urge to push his hips up into the soft silicone.
Max made sure not to stop his stroking, finally breaking eye contact with his movements to look up at Daniel. “Would you like that? Even if I’m younger?” Max asked timidly. He’d always assumed it was an age thing for Daniel, that the thought of having his much younger teammate fuck him was too far for him. If Max had it his way, he’d be plowing into Daniel most days.
“Fuck, Max,” Daniel groaned, letting his head loll back, his hand moving to rest on top of Max’s around the toy, still letting Max guide it. “You can do whatever you want to me, seriously,” he murmured, breaths getting choppier as he watched Max go faster. He felt a bit crazy with lust, like he never wanted to stop feeling like this, never wanted Max to stop being the innocent little teenager he was, spilling all his greatest desires to him.
Max recognized Daniel’s change of behavior, knowing he was getting closer by the second; it made Max move with a bit more intention. “I want to bend you over in my driver room, so I can fuck you on my couch,” Max blurted out, feeling like Daniel would appreciate a glimpse into his mind. “I think about doing it after every race, Danny.”
Daniel’s jaw was slack as Max spoke, gingerly digging his nails into Max’s wrist. He was speechless as he imagined himself, completely at Max’s mercy, getting fucked like a slut, right on the paddock. It’s not something he’d ever done before, never even thought of testing that boundary. Knowing that Max didn’t care and would rather let his post-race adrenaline take over, just to be able to have Daniel, was too much to handle all at once, and it sent him over the edge.
Daniel let out a moan that was fit for porn, eyes closing as he came inside the fleshlight, thighs shaking and hips trying to buck into the warmth of it. Max’s pace only slowed down a bit, milking the older man of his seed.
Max watched Daniel in awe, in love with how he looked when he came, even more obsessed with how well he’d reacted to the premise of getting fucked by him. “You like that idea,” Max said, more of a statement than a question. Before he pulled the toy off of him, Max leaned forward to kiss Daniel breathless, swallowing every oversensitive mewl Daniel made, pushing his tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth.
When Max did pull away, he was panting, feeling much too worked up to not do something about it. Max leaned back, reluctantly, so they had room between them again. Daniel still seemed to be gathering himself as Max pulled the toy off of him, careful not to spill any of his come. “What a waste,” he sighed, resting his weight on his free hand behind him. Max’s eyes were trained on the slit of the toy, currently dripping with Daniel’s come. He didn’t say a word as he tipped it upside down over his cock, letting a few drops fall down his length, his cock an angry red, clearly having been neglected for far too long.
Daniel hadn’t recovered yet, thrown for another loop as he watched Max lower the silicone sleeve to his tip, spreading his come around the opening even more. Daniel knew he’d never forget the sight of Max using his come to slide into the toy with ease, wanting it burned into the back of his eyelids. “Wow,” Daniel said dumbly, unable to articulate how insanely hot Max looked at the moment.
“Danny,” Max whined softly, wanting to put on a bit of a show for him as he used the toy on himself, knowing he wouldn’t last very long. “Show me how you want me to fuck you,” he instructed, as calmly as he could when he’d never taken the reigns before, not with Daniel.
Daniel’s hands moved before his brain could catch up, replacing Max’s hand on the toy like he told him to. He didn’t break eye contact with Max once, pumping faster, harder. “Like this,” he muttered, twisting his wrist for good measure. “Hard as you want, fast as you want, for as long as you want,” he purred, using his free hand to tangle into Max’s hair, pressing another passionate kiss to his mouth. “Anywhere you want,” Daniel tacked on, whispering it against his lips.
Max was never going to last, not as long as Daniel was there, being so impossibly perfect, saying all the right things and doing them even better. “Daniel,” he gasped one last time, kissing him as he came inside the fleshlight as well, mixing with Daniel’s come. He breathed harshly after pulling away, still feeling the aftershocks as Daniel pulled the toy off, setting it on the empty side of the bed.
Daniel practically tackled Max into another kiss, laying him back on the bed and using his weight to keep him pinned down. “Fuck me, please,” Daniel begged, his eyebrows furrowing as he pleaded, moving himself so he was straddling Max, desperate for him to be balls deep inside of him already.
Daniel feels like he’s asked Oscar that question about a hundred times now, but he had to be sure. The last thing he wanted was to cross a boundary Oscar didn’t even know he had.
Oscar found it funny, how concerned Daniel was. Oscar laughed softly, going to take a sip from the rapidly cooling cappuccino he’d gotten earlier, before the topic of filming each other during sex popped into their conversation. “You know I’ve done that before, right?” Oscar said instead of assuring Daniel that it was completely fine.
Daniel’s eyes widened a bit cartoonishly, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He can’t, really, because Oscar was only 22 and had apparently already filmed himself during sex, something Daniel hadn’t done even once. “Please tell me you still have that video,” Daniel said, voice pleading. Nothing could stop him from imagining what exactly Oscar filmed himself doing, imagining trembling hands and weird angles, unskilled flicks of his wrist and shotty camera work. They were in the most unsexiest of places, a restaurant near Daniel’s that he swore tasted just like his mom’s cooking, fit with tacky wallpaper and booths that had to be older than Oscar, and yet, Daniel could still feel the very beginnings of his arousal pooling in his stomach.
“I might be able to dig it up,” Oscar said playfully, eyeing the potatoes on Daniel’s plate before stealing some with his fork. “I think I was 18, about to be 19. It’s an old one,” he hummed, said through his mouthful of food.
“Jesus Christ,” Daniel sighed, having to rest his face in his hands for a moment, not sure what to do with the knowledge that a video of Oscar like that existed already. “Are you, like, purposely trying to jailbait me, or?” Daniel huffed out, his shoulders relaxing slightly when he heard Oscar laugh again.
“I mean, I’m not the one dating someone 10 years younger than me,” Oscar quipped, affectionate with his delivery. He never minded their difference in age, though he knew sometimes Daniel worried he was moving too fast or somehow forcing Oscar to do things, which wasn’t the case. “Does that turn you on? Thinking about me when I was 18?” Oscar asked softly, out of pure curiosity and just to bust Daniel’s balls.
Daniel looked up from his hands and gave him a look, brows furrowed and lips thinned into a tight line, like he was trying to hold something back. “I’m not going to answer that,” he finally spoke, thinking it might incriminate him much less if he didn’t express any of his thoughts about a teenage Oscar.
“It does. I knew it would,” Oscar hummed contentedly. Daniel was so easy to read sometimes.
Daniel rolled his eyes and went back to staring down at his plate of breakfast food, poking his fork into his eggs, planning on eating them at some point. “What if someone hacks into my iCloud?” It’s ridiculous, and he knows that, but he had to cover all his bases, or else he’d be left with more anxiety than he started with.
“Daniel. Stop it,” Oscar chuckled, reaching to place his hand on top of Daniel’s, gently sliding his fingers up his arm, slow and gentle. “Live a little, will you?”
———
Daniel can’t remember why he was so worried about this in the first place. It’s much different, he realized, when he’s got Oscar on his hands and knees, pounding into the younger man from behind, his phone set up so you could see the length of Oscar’s body, including his face. That part was non-negotiable, being able to see exactly how Oscar reacted to him. Daniel’s body was cut off from the waist up, but he didn’t mind; all he wanted was to see Oscar fall apart beneath him.
Daniel’s breaths were harsh and shaky, staring down at where he was repeatedly splitting Oscar open. It’s almost too much, the thought that they were immortalizing this moment forever, for Daniel to watch whenever he wanted and get himself off to.
Oscar was pliant as usual, face pushed into the pillows, trying not to come too fast before they got a good video. He pushed his hips back against Daniel with every forward thrust, sweet whimpers escaping his lips. “Harder, Danny,” he whined and gripped the pillow a little tighter, turning his head to look at the phone, face scrunched up in pleasure.
Daniel let out a strained moan and also glanced at his phone, hands itching to grab it, to get even closer. “Such a fuckin’ slut,” he groaned, reaching down to grab a fistful of Oscar’s hair, pushing him harder into the pillows. “Only good for taking my cock, huh?” Daniel growled. The older man was quick to grab the phone from its perch on the nightstand, still pistoning into him as he pointed it at Oscar’s face. It was the perfect view, Oscar practically drooling all over himself over how good he felt.
Oscar couldn’t say anything for a moment, his body wound up and ready to release. The feeling of Daniel’s hand tangled in his hair made his toes curl, in love with how strong he was, how he could easily manhandle him and take what he wanted. “Yeah, that’s all I wanna do,” Oscar squeaked out between moans. “Just wanna be good for you.”
Daniel never let up, even as he pointed the phone down between them, getting the perfect shot of himself ruining Oscar. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, so good for me, baby,” he sighed.
Daniel’s words of encouragement always did it for him, always filled him with a sweetness and adoration that Oscar only ever felt with him. It was only moments later that Oscar came, hard, all over the bed below them. He let out something close to a scream, the full force of his orgasm surprising him with its intensity.
“That’s it,” Daniel praised, using his last bit of stamina to get himself over the edge, too. Daniel pulled out seconds before he came, his cock resting over the curve of Oscar’s ass and shooting thick ropes of come up his back. He nearly didn’t catch it on camera with the way his orgasm swirled around him, wrapping around his limbs and making him feel hot all over.
Oscar collapsed underneath him, nothing but whiny breaths coming out of him, his skin flushed and his limbs useless.
Daniel hadn’t stopped the video just yet, feeling greedy as he reached down to spread Oscar’s cheeks apart with one hand, filming the way his entrance gaped slightly, how it fluttered around nothing, silently begging to be filled again.
“I can feel you staring,” Oscar muttered, looking over his shoulder with a breathless laugh, catching the lens of the phone one last time before he saw Daniel press a button and throw it aside.
Daniel gave him a tired little smile and leaned down to kiss up his spine, a silent apology for being so indulgent. “I like looking at you, baby,” Daniel offered as an excuse, speaking against his skin.
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1:38 AM
Oscar: its ur lucky day
Oscar: [Video Attachment]
Oscar: enjoy my love
Daniel stared in surprise at the text he’d just received, bleary-eyed and groggy still. He was halfway across the world from Oscar, back in Australia while Oscar’s season started up again. Daniel couldn’t help but laugh, thinking it was ridiculous that Oscar had managed to find the alleged video he’d taken of himself.
1:42 AM
Daniel: How much of your camera roll did you have to dig through to find that??
Carlos’s breaths were harsh against Charles’s neck, trying not to shake too hard against him. He was sitting in Charles’s lap, impaled on his dick and wrapped around him like a koala. They’re sweaty, slick skin sliding together as Carlos moved his hips slowly, back and forward.
This was only something they did if they had time, if there wasn’t any training or races to attend. Carlos was particular and wasn’t often on the receiving end of sex, but Charles had opened his eyes to a whole new world he wasn’t even aware existed.
Something about Charles shoved deep inside him with there being almost no room between them made Carlos feel crazy, like he’d be willing to go insane if it meant feeling like this all the time.
They’re both sticky from Carlos’s previous orgasms, covering both their stomachs, catching in the hair at the base of Carlos’s cock. He doesn’t care, doesn’t care about the discomfort of drying come on his skin. He only cares about how good Charles is and how he lets him do this, ride him until he physically couldn’t.
Charles’s hands are pressed bruisingly against Carlos’s waist, trying his best not to guide him, not to rush. It was hard, especially when all he wanted was to flip him over and fuck him into the hotel bed they were sitting on. He can feel Carlos’s hot breaths against him, breaths that turn into whines, then into broken cries.
Carlos’s hips moved a bit frantically, chasing the very last bits of pleasure, biting down into Charles’s shoulder to quiet himself down. His eyes squeezed shut as he came unceremoniously between them, not even sure how many times he’d tensed against Charles at this point. With his forehead pressed against Charles’s shoulder, he watched the pitiful way his cock jolted, slapping against his stomach with nothing more to give, just a drop of precome forming at the tip. He can’t help but rake his blunt fingernails down Charles’s back, marking up his pale skin.
Carlos can’t get a good breath, clinging to Charles even harder, needing him to stay right where he was, so he could relish in it. “I-I can’t- anymore-“ he whimpered, practically dead weight in Charles’s lap.
“I know,” Charles hummed, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach, reaching up to run a hand through Carlos’s sweat-dampened hair. “But I’m not done with you yet,” Charles purred.
Carlos had a feeling he would say that, making a noise in the back of his throat, both in uncertainty and excitement. “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” Carlos muttered, not complaining as he felt Charles lay him back, still sheathed inside of him.
Charles’s touches remained gentle, taking in the sight of Carlos beneath him. He was more than perfect, flawless as he laid spread out on the white sheets, covered in his own come and sweat. “Good,” Charles smirked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
**Tags: Mpreg, Charles has a pussy, tons of fluff**
Day 11 - Cinnamon bun
Pairing: Charles/Daniel
WC: 1506
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In the last year, Charles’s life had changed in ways he never imagined it would— he’d just managed to start feeling okay in his new normal, the normal that included a certain future, a boyfriend that loved him, a kid.
Charles was nearly 7 months pregnant, the swell of his belly more prominent than ever, with a fair scattering of stretch marks adorning his skin. Charles had moved in with Daniel early on in his pregnancy, into his house in Perth. They’d decided to keep it all as lowkey as they could when Charles was already taking a highly unexpected break from driving, and they were still on the tail end of people being shocked that they were together. It was a lot to get used to at first, especially as Charles experienced his body changing and betraying him every other day.
Charles had been living in bliss for a long while, with Daniel being extra sweet to him and doing everything in his power to make sure Charles was comfortable. It only made Charles more and more excited for what the future held for them, always imagining how perfect their life would be.
Daniel doesn’t ask for much, because he’s good like that, so selfless and kind. Charles did everything he could to make him feel appreciated, even if it was just offering himself, his body, something he knew Daniel was particularly fond of.
Charles wasn’t sure where the infatuation with his belly came from, but Daniel wasn’t shy about it in any way. There were countless times when Charles was certain he looked terrible, sleep deprived and hastily put together, and Daniel turned it around and called him sexy, insisted that he looked amazing, that he glowed, waxed poetic about how grateful he is that Charles is the one to be having his first kid. Charles had taken a long time to start believing him, but it was clear that Daniel wouldn’t be letting up on his endless compliments.
Charles couldn’t even see what Daniel was doing, but he could feel him, feel his tongue push between his folds and swirl around his clit. His stomach was far too big to get a good look at him, but he could imagine, could practically recite every detail of Daniel’s face between his legs from seeing it so many times.
Daniel pulled away and licked the remainder of Charles’s fluids from his lips, pressing wet kisses to the curve of Charles’s belly and smearing it on his soft skin as well. Daniel stopped right above his belly button, looking up at him and smiling softly, that annoying, sickeningly adoring look in his eyes.
“What?” Charles asked breathlessly, attempting to be coy and act like he didn’t know what was going through Daniel’s head. “Why’d you stop?” He teased, watching Daniel pull away fully and place his big hands on his bump, gently rubbing the expanse of skin.
“Because,” Daniel started, moving his hands down to grip Charles’s thighs, holding them apart so he could get a good look at Charles, bare and vulnerable for him. “Just wanna look at you,” he hummed, eyes shamelessly landing on Charles’s belly. “This’ll probably be the last time, no?”
Oh, Charles thought to himself, because he hadn’t considered that at some point, there would be a ‘last time’ that they would have sex, at least until after the baby is born and they were settled in. “Don’t sound so disappointed,” Charles laughed, biting his lip when he felt Daniel scoot closer, leaning over to their bedside and grabbing the lube they kept there. “I guess you’re right,” he sighed.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Daniel smirked and drizzled some lube on his cock, using the excess that dripped onto his hand to rub all over Charles’s cunt, mixing in with the wetness already there. “But I know you’re going to start hating me in a few weeks,” Daniel smirked, a stark contrast to the way his fingers moved in eager little circles against Charles’s clit, watching the way he seemed to relax under him.
“Correct,” Charles agreed, his chuckle turning into a soft moan as Daniel touched him. He could feel Daniel rub the head of his cock against him, his entrance fluttering around nothing, embarrassing, trying his best to stay still for Daniel. “Will you still want me after I start hating you?” Charles asked softly, purposely looking unsure as he spoke. He knew Daniel’s devotion was an unshakeable, immovable force, but he loved being reminded of it, loved to press Daniel’s buttons to try and make him prove it.
Daniel furrowed his brows and leaned down to kiss Charles slowly, all while he slid himself into his waiting heat, almost immediately feeling Charles sucking him in. “I love you, Charles, and I’ll never get sick of you,” he paused, letting out a shaky breath as he tried to wrangle himself in. Charles trembled beneath him, so sensitive to his touches these days. “Even if you get sick of me first,” he groaned, hands on the backs of Charles’s thighs again.
Charles’s eyes were closed as Daniel fucked him open, his hands gripping tightly at the sheets. “I won’t,” he squeaked out, arching up into Daniel.
Daniel watched the space between them to see himself disappear inside of Charles, caught up in the incredible feeling of Charles’s walls squeezing around him, making the glide even more wet with his arousal. “Can’t believe how pretty you are, baby,” He purred, letting go of Charles’s legs to rest his hands on his stomach again, cradling it in his hands. Fucking Charles while he was like this was so different; Daniel often had to catch himself before being too rough. He couldn’t be so rough anymore, couldn’t squeeze hand-shaped bruises onto his hips or wrap a hand around his neck when Charles was being a brat. He still loved this, though, cherished every moment where he could make Charles feel good.
Charles didn’t respond immediately, his reaction to Daniel’s words made clear by the dark flush that washed over his body, Daniel fucking the moans right out of him, falling in time with each thrust. “Shut up,” he huffed out, finally opening his eyes to meet Daniel’s, nearly coming at the intense look on his face. He always got so serious about this stuff.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Daniel continued, hips slapping against Charles a little faster. “And you’re gonna give me a gorgeous fuckin’ kid, too,” Daniel groaned and gently pressed his fingers into Charles’s stomach, trying to get the slightest bit of leverage as he fucked into him.
Charles was quick to tense underneath Daniel, trying his best to close his legs around him as he came, gushing around Daniel’s cock with a broken sob. Ever since he’d first found out he was pregnant, his sensitivity to these kinds of things had increased tenfold. It was Daniel being so unapologetically in love with him that pushed him over the edge. It was everything he wanted and more, to be able to make Daniel proud to be his partner.
Daniel struggled to keep himself together as he fucked Charles through his orgasm, unrelenting with his pace. “Fuck, Charlie,” Daniel breathed and smoothed his hands up Charles’s chest, sliding them down his arms so he could intertwine their fingers and press his hands into the mattress, keeping him boxed in with his body. “Come on my cock again, sweetheart, please?” Daniel whispered near Charles’s ear, voice whiny, pleading, begging Charles for it.
“Cristo,” Charles keened as Daniel pressed him down into the bed, legs wrapped around his waist. He nodded his head frantically and turned his face to kiss Daniel hard, sealing their deal with a kiss.
The second time Charles came, he was much louder, more unrestrained, breathing so hard he felt lightheaded. His orgasm hit him like an oncoming train, draining him of all his energy to instead focus on the euphoria he felt. Daniel still didn’t stop, he never did, not until he finished, too.
Daniel used his last bit of strength to piston into Charles, pulling out right before he came to shoot all over Charles’s tummy with a groan, painting the bump white with his seed. Daniel could almost feel his sanity running away from him as he stared, watching his come slowly drip down his skin. It was a feeling that he couldn’t quite explain, one that he only got when he had Charles like this, something like possessiveness, pride, the desire to keep Charles for just himself.
Charles felt like a puddle of limbs, at best, laying limp against the sheets, feeling sticky and dirty and marked, Daniel’s come drying on his skin. Looking down at himself, he could feel the same things Daniel felt, the need to belong to him completely. “This won’t be the last time,” Charles said breathlessly, a lazy grin spreading across his features, blinking slowly at Daniel.
“Yeah, it won’t,” Daniel laughed tiredly, leaning down to kiss Charles’s tummy one last time.
