His hair ???!!! Sooo good
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His hair ???!!! Sooo good
marquezes. how on earth are you being outfreaked by tony arbolino's sister getting a matching "to greater things" tattoo with tony's collarbone scar. hello. the two of them having matching tattoos also
tony arbolino on his relationships w other riders (x)
the noise i made when i clicked onto this story (posted around seven pm local time)
1947 Alvis TA14 .
We must explore the possibility that Tony is temporarily draining Fabio's talent to use for himself. Tony got a great start today and what happened to Fabio? Floppage.
Fabio, I know he's hot and all but you need a strict no sexual contact policy on race weekends to prevent this from happening.
putting this here for um. reasons.
yacht delights [E]
pairing: Fabio Quartararo/Tony Arbolino
word count: 2530
tag: fluff and smut, anal sex, sunscreen as lube, porn with feelings, semi-public sex
summary: “Let’s do something,” Tony says at last, sprinting back to where Fabio is lazily sprawled under the sun and crawling on all fours until he’s practically on top of him, a mischievous grin splitting his sunkissed face in two. It’s hot and it’s afternoon, and Fabio really doesn’t want to do anything in particular, so he wraps his legs around Tony, throws him off balance, and catches him right before he smashes face first into his nose.
“Can’t we just cook in the sun a little more?”
Tony snorts, his plush lips curling into a displeased pout.
“But we’ve been here for hours,” he laments, excessively plaintive. Fabio chuckles: it’s been hardly thirty minutes, he’d argue, but he knows better than to start a war he can’t really win.
A slow, lazy afternoon on Fabio's yacht.