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you know after baby number four, the other members of the pitt are near begging robby to get off of dennis. four babies in five years - leave that poor guy alone. robby can't bear himself to admit to anyone else that dennis has a wild breeding kink, and any time he has tried to pull out dennis simply locks his legs so robby has no choice, but to finish inside of his husband.
anytime he is met with a slap on the back to get off of dennis goddamnit, he simply scratches his head and says, "we're looking into birth control" knowing full well that mister whitaker-robinavitch is at home waiting for baby number five.
robby doesn't need to get off of dennis, dennis need to get off of him.
robby doing everything in his power to overcome his avoidant attachment issues as to not ruin another relationship with someone else. especially not someone like dennis.
dennis deserves a version of robby that he believes that he can be. robby shouldn't live his life in fear and try to push people when they get too close. the emotional version of turning one's head when another goes in for a kiss. a deflection out right or with a joke. keep everything and everyone at arm's length, because what if the rot that coats robby's soul infects them too? no other partner deserved that and dennis doesn't deserve it now.
healing that part of him is like trying to scrub mold out of the creases of a bathroom tile. it's not one soak and everything is healed. one wash doesn't rid him of these issues that are embedded in him. more than once he had laid in bed and looked towards dennis to ask himself if he is able to change - the what ifs dance in his head which would leave him tossing and turning.
but thats the thing about love, it forces robby to keep scrubbing out the mold. to keep rinsing, repeating, healing and loving. the med student that showed robby that living is possible, once again shows him that it's not just about surviving to the next day. it's about climbing that mountain to see the top.
robby heals - even if he'll never totally heal - he can still reach out and touch dennis' warm skin and kiss across the apples of his cheeks. he can hear that farm boy quietly say i love you in the comfort of their bed. even if robby believes there is something sick in his core, he knows that loving hands of dennis whitaker will try to heal. and robby has to simply let him in <3
a/n: heavily inspired by the folks on the pitt twt
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One strike was enough. Two was pushing it. Three was unacceptable.
Poor, Robby, he thought he had the most perfect boy in the world. With his big blue eyes and slightly shaggy dirty blond hair. The way he'd sometimes quiver when Robby touched him just right. Robby was so lucky to have such a sweet, kind, obedient thing under his arm.
But, he assumed that even the sweetest of fruit could become sour.
And Dennis Whitaker had become the sourest grape rather quickly.
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It started with going to bed late. Dennis had explained that he needed to study - the end of the year exams were coming up and there was no time to sleep. Robby tried to argue that the brain could only absorb so much information before it just glazed over everything. Dennis in return put up a fight and Robby let him have it. While he did understand the importance of studying - he didn't want Dennis to crash and burn from not taking care of himself. It didn't help that when Dennis crept into bed, it was nearing two in the morning. Strike one.
The following morning, because of Dennis' late night studying, he was running late to shift and was a tornado through the apartment and completely ignored not only Robby but the good breakfast he made for the both of them. When Robby managed to reel him back into the apartment, Dennis said he'd get something from the coffee shop on the way there. That "meal" in question was a Boston Cream Donut and a the biggest coffee Dennis could get his hands on. Robby scrunched his nose at he sight of it. Strike two.
Robby knew Dennis was above punishments, but even the angels had their moments and he assumed that not even Dennis was immune to it. He thought about day one of their contract, where they laid everything on the table. Robby was proud of how he was able to shape Dennis' habits. Not in a controlling way, but help him form healthy habits.
While two strikes were not punishment worthy. A third in a twenty-four hour period was unacceptable.
"Let me help, Dennis." Robby's words rang steady.
But Dennis didn't want steady. Frustrated, tired, and over caffeinated. He felt like he was teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. He pushed Robby away and replied, "I don't need your help! Stop lingering over me!" His tone louder than it needed to be.
Thankfully this wasn't a dire situation, rather Dennis was cleaning up a procedure he was helping with earlier. He thought the task of cleaning would settle his mind, but instead he felt like he was jumping out of his bones.
Robby looked at him with mild shock, his brows raised as he stepped back. He then crossed his arms. Dennis could feel himself shake.
"You don't have to baby me." Dennis bit. Adding insult to injury and the punishments onto punishments.
Robby looked at him for a moment longer with subtle shock - that shouldn't be coming out of his darling boy's mouth. Dennis was playing with fire, almost like he wanted to get burned. Because Robby was many things, one of them being a well worn brat tamer.
It didn't click with Dennis until he saw the shine of something familiar in the middle of the ER. There were many items in the ER that gleamed. But this made Dennis' body shudder. Silver with black numbers and a button at the side.
It felt like the entire floor went quiet when he heard it, click, click, click.
Three strikes. Dennis knew exactly what was to come, but he didn't know how deep his punishment would go once he was back into the apartment with Robby.
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Robby gripped the back of Dennis' neck once they got home. The younger man dropped his belongings and Robby made a small displeased noise. He said, "I didn't know we were starting from zero. You know better than that, Whitaker. I don't like messes in my home."
Dennis swallowed and felt himself shiver at his tone. It wasn't one of anger. He wasn't screaming or throwing things. Like the grip on Dennis' skin, it was firm. Almost commanding. And it made the younger man's knees shake a little.
"Clean up your mess then get into the bedroom."
Dennis folded like a house of cards and asked, "What are you going to to do me, sir?"
Robby squeezed the back of Dennis' neck before he leaned in and responded, "I'm going to keep that pretty mouth quiet and those wrists bound. I can't trust you not to act again. Then I'm going to remind you that you have rules for a reason."
Dennis swallowed, his ears burned.
"Do you know what those rules are, baby?"
"To take care of myself."
Robby's large hand trailed down the other's back. It felt like fire against Dennis' skin, "I know you're a good boy, Dennis. I tell Jack all about how sweet and perfect you are. So imagine my surprise when you act like this." He was still crowded in Dennis' space, "You're smart enough to know that every action had a consequence." He then gripped Dennis' behind.
Dennis nodded quickly in response.
Robby squeezed again, "Use your words."
"I know, sir."
"Then clean up, and get to bed. I will be waiting for you." Robby then pulled away and hung up his jacket and put away his bag like Dennis was supposed to. Prolong the punishment. Robby knew that not every punishment involved sex.
Sometimes tasks like cleaning up a mess was more than enough to correct behavior. But once Robby was in the bedroom, he knew that to reprimand Dennis would be a multi-layered task. He stripped down to his boxers and could feel the tightness in them as he moved through their shared bedroom.
His hairy chest and tattoos on full display. He moved through the space like he owned it, which he pretty much did. Just like he owned every inch of skin on Dennis' body. He knew that the younger man worked hard, that he always had to go the distance.
But it was never an excuse to act out the way he did.
He gripped his erection through his underwear and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment before he went to the closet and found what he was looking for. Black leather cuffs, connected with a sturdy nickle plated chain. That'll keep him in one place. And for that mouth of his, a bit gag.
Similar to a ball gag, but it was smaller silicone bar rather than a ball. Poor Dennis always got jaw pain for days when they used a ball gag. And while he was being punished, the last thing Robby wanted was pain that lasted for days on end.
Once everything was on the bed, Dennis had entered the bedroom. Shy and still in his work clothes.
Robby was seated on the bed, his gaze heavy on Dennis, "Get undressed. I don't need you ruining anymore scrubs. Especially when I'm done with you." He held out the cuffs then the gag and said, "This will be used for tonight. You need to learn not to talk back at me. Yes, I am your lover and yes, I am your superior. I am not babying you, I am fostering your growth."
Dennis nodded before he started to strip. He could feel Robby's gaze on him which made him swallow the knot in this throat. Unlike before where he dropped everything to the ground, this time he carefully folded everything to be washed later. Once he was naked, he stood in front of Robby.
Robby could make out the fading scars of Dennis' top surgery. He placed a hand on his side and stroked down to his pussy where he used his thumb to separate the lips. He exhaled deeply through his nose. It felt like inspection. He then glanced up at Dennis once more and said, "Pretty thing. Too bad it's getting spanked tonight."
Dennis replied, "Thank you for correcting my behavior, sir."
Robby leaned in and kissed Dennis' pussy before he looked up at him again and replied, "You're welcome. Such a smart boy. Now get on the bed." And pulled away enough for Dennis to get on the bed. Robby pulled him closer with a bit of force and started to cuff his wrists together in front of him. He then pushed back the other's locks and said, "If it gets too much, squeeze your left fist three times. Got it?"
"Yes, sir." Dennis replied while he still had his speaking privileges. He soon lost them as the gag was placed in his mouth. Robby knew that the younger man was excited. Wet between his legs in needy desperation for what was to come.
Yes, Dennis was being punished. No, that didn't mean that Robby could do what he pleased with no exit for the younger man. That distinction was important in their little games. Robby laid out against the head board and Dennis' back was in his lap. Spread out across the other's thighs so beautifully.
Robby took a moment to admire the younger man. His fingers traced along his pussy and he licked his lips at the wetness that clung to his digits, "is that all you needed? A firm hand tonight?"
Dennis looked at him and nodded quickly. Robby felt the arousal in his body as he continued to tease the other's pussy. Dennis shifted a little bit against his lover and Robby corrected that by giving him a firm slap on his pussy.
"Be still now."
Dennis let out a small moan and Robby laid another smack across his pussy. The younger man closed his eyes and embraced the feeling as Robby continued to lay smacks across him.
"See, I like you like this. How agreeable you are to me. How sweet you are." Robby combed his fingers through the other's hair, "You know how to behave. I've trained you so well. You're so good for me" He smacked Dennis' pussy again and the younger man moaned through the gag, he was kept bound by the cuffs. Robby licked his lips before he laid down a few more strikes, he could feel that Dennis was getting more and more aroused.
He couldn't say anything, only lie there and take what Robby was giving him.
"You're going to go to bed on time." Smack. "You're going to eat proper meals." Smack. "And you're not going to talk back to me." Smack. Smack.
Robby paused for a moment tot gauge Dennis' response. The younger man's eyes were still closed while he laid there, spread out on the other's lap. Robby bit down on his own arousal, he was turned on by the sight of the younger man.
He rubbed the tip of Dennis' pussy, to sooth the ache that he left behind. His fingers ran through coarse pubic hair as Dennis went near limp from the feeling.
This was a lot for him, but not enough to use the safe gesture. Robby smacked down on the skin a few more time before he rubbed the spot once more.
Dennis' noises were muffled, but needy. Robby couldn't tell if the punishment was actually sinking in or rather Dennis was lost in the heat of pleasure.
Maybe next time his punishment should be scrubbing the bathroom or folding laundry. Something that wouldn't get Dennis so riled up.
Robby laid a kiss on the other side of the gag and commented, “Look at you.” He landed another smack, which on aroused Dennis further, “You feel so good for me, baby. Look at you. Next time I should set up the mirror so you know exactly how you look when I correct your actions.”
Dennis opened his eyes and looked up to Robby. His body jerked when Robby laid a particularly hard smack across his pussy.
Robby held his jaw and said gently, “Five more spanks and we're done.” He did them in quick succession before he asked Dennis, “Are we going to be a good boy now?”
Dennis maintained eye contact as he replied, drool on his chin from the gag and his pupils were large with arousal. Robby licked his lips before he leaned forward more to sink three digits into Dennis' pussy and started to finger-fuck him.
The burn from the spanking and the ache from the stretch made Dennis' mind go fuzzy, but quickly he was moaning around the gag. His eyes squeezed shut once more as Robby worked his fingers inside of him.
His cheek was brushing up roughly again Robby's hair chest and he let out sweet pathetic moans.
“There's my good boy. See? You know exactly how to behave. I don't want to use that clicker ever again. I want you to be so good that I throw it out.”
Dennis moaned louder in response. He wasn't going to last much longer. His body tensed up, his pussy was soaked and he tried to claw at Robby's chest for support before he finished all over his older lover's fingers. Eyes squeezed shut, back tensed and curved. The orgasm hit like a train and after a few short minutes, he was able to relax.
Robby pulled his fingers out and licked the wetness that had trailed down his wrist. He kept his eyes on the younger man just in case. Once he had his fill, he started to undo the cuffs and took off the gag. He was gentler with his actions, but was met with a fiery kiss from his lover.
Dennis pushed him back against the headboard and made out with greedily. He held Robby's face in his hands before he was able to fully relax. His pussy was sore, but it felt like every neuron in his body was lit up with excitement.
Robby rubbed the other's back when Dennis laid his head on the other's chest and relaxed against him. Robby provided that emotional support afterwards. He kissed the side of Dennis' sweaty head and rubbed his back with large, slow movements.
"How do you feel?" He asked, "Give me a number."
"Seven." Dennis replied as his breathing began to even out. The two of them were sweaty, but relaxed in bed together. Not long after the pair were laid in bed together with Robby spooning the younger man.
Robby played with his hair gently, "You're a good boy for me. Have we learned out lesson?"
Dennis nodded in agreement, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now do you want a shower? Some dinner?"
Dennis nodded.
"Use your words." Robby commented.
"A shower sounds nice… But, just hold me for a moment longer." Then wrapped a leg over Robby's thigh, "I'd like that."
"And I'd like that too." Robby replied. With corrections out of the way he could focus on other things. As he rubbed his lover's back he wondered what they should have for dinner to ease Dennis back into healthier habits.
No more late nights and no more donuts for breakfast - Robby would make sure of that. He wouldn't deal with a bratty Dennis and would correct those behaviors anyway necessary. Even if that meant spanking the other man into submission, or forcing him to live healthier.
michael "robby" robinavich x dennis whitaker (hucklerobby)
word count: 4,003
tags: smut/pwp, established relationship, secret relationship, arousal, sweat, top!robby, bottom!dennis, oral sex/blowjobs, horny thoughts, dirty talk, anal sex
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Dennis did everything he could in life not to lose his cool. Yes, he could stammer and get flustered - but when it came down to the wire the medical student didn't lose his cool. If he wanted to be successful in his field, then it involved keeping it together.
In the trauma unit, keeping composure could mean living or dying for a patient. A few deep breaths and he could move through the task before him. No matter what he faced, he would see the situation through till the end. With a clear head.
Dr. Michael Robinavich threw all of that out the window.
It was as if he took Dennis' composure, crumbled it up like photocopy paper and tossed it into the nearest bin - possibly missing and leaving it on the floor. Because if Robby grabbed him one more time, then Dennis was going to explode.
But in total fairness, even the sight of Robby made Dennis grow hot. Grow sweaty with nervousness as he watched the older doctor roll up the sleeves of his hoodie and move through the unit. Dennis gripped onto the edge of the nurse's desk a little tighter and took a small breath.
Keep it together, Whitaker.
The hair on his forearms even illicit a response from Dennis, like a dog waiting for a meal. The sight of it made Dennis bite his tongue to keep from leering. Even if he wished to do nothing more than sink his teeth into older man's forearms - he had to keep it together.
It was only hour three of a double and he was already slipping. He squeezed the edge of the desk before he went to busy himself with something, anything. He needed the distraction or else thoughts of the older man were going to eat through his brain before his first break.
-
Robby wasn't stupid. He liked to consider himself quite far from it. He knew that Dennis was staring. That was why he slowly rolled up his sleeves. It was a hot day, but he still wore that god forsaken sweater. He licked his top lip as he felt Dennis' gaze on him for a moment longer before he retreated.
He knew that the younger man was leering. Not that he was against or anything. He happily invited his lover to stare at him. He basked in the feeling and wasn't ashamed to admit that. He continued to work, his thoughts fell to Dennis when he had the chance to think.
He chuckled to himself and adjusted himself in his scrubs when no one was looking. Poor guy was probably just wound up from the day - needed the release. But, it was alright, Robby would happily give it to him after the shift.
Blue eyes that lured him in like siren song. Made Robby's heart skip. The gentleness of his hands on his old, worn body. Made Robby's stomach twist. The noises he made when Robby touched him in just the right way. Made Robby's cock throb.
He swallowed and took a moment to compose himself. He hoped that he didn't end up in the lustful cross-hairs of Dennis till it was time to go home. Because he worried that neither of them would last the entire shift.
He hoped to keep it together till they got home. Then Robby would happily bask in the heated touch of one Dennis Whitaker.
-
"Whitaker." Dennis heard his name and looked over while he stood outside the back doors of the hospital. His bag slung over his shoulder, finally out of scrubs and ready for sleep. He wasn't expecting to see Robby.
The older man didn't run to him, rather the stride of his long legs carried him towards the younger man.
"Hi, sir." Dennis nodded quickly as he kept his bag close to him.
Robby chuckled and looked around to see if there was anyone around who knew them before he leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. His hand rested on the side of Dennis' cheek for a brief moment.
Did Dennis forget to mention that he had been in a secret love affair with the older attending in question.
"Told you Robby was fine."
Dennis looked around for extra measure before he slung an arm around Robby's shoulder to pull him in for another kiss, "I thought you preferred honey."
"I think I would never live it down if you called me honey on the floor."
"Shame." Dennis replied as he dragged his fingers down the front of Robby's hoodie, "Ready to go home?" Even if he was dead tired, the way Robby held him for that brief moment stirred arousal in him.
Hard to fall asleep with a painful hard-on. And when Robby got just close enough - it was a problem that Dennis was familiar with.
Robby agreed and they took the walk back to the apartment they both shared. It started out at just Robby's apartment, but quickly Dennis moved in when Robby found out about Dennis' housing situation.
Maybe, the jumped the gun rather quickly with moving in. But, it was better than Robby having to sneak Dennis back into Trinity's apartment like they were teenagers. For the sake of keeping everyone out of their business and human resources off their asses - Dennis lived with a roommate named Bobby (real creative).
In reality the pair had lived together for almost six months now, and still Dennis was still carrying a half-chub around most of the time over Robby. Didn't help when Robby guided him out of the way of someone in a wheelchair going the opposite direction when Dennis wasn't paying attention.
"Fuckin' hot today." Robby said as he hand lingered on Dennis' lower back.
"You have to be careful." Dennis said as he tried to ignore the bead of sweat that was coming down Robby's temple. He swallowed and then nudged the older man in the side, "Someone could have seen us, we're not in the clear!" His voice a hard whisper as if there were prying ears of co-workers all around them.
Robby kept his hand on Dennis' lower back as he replied, "You need to be careful too." then slipped his hand down to pat the younger man's behind, "Plus, I think it's simply too hot for anyone to be wondering about us right now."
Robby was sweating, and it made Dennis feel parched at the sight. He didn't know why the older man insisted on wearing that hoodie all the time. He was right, it would be too hot for the rest of the unit to give a damn what they were up to.
Dennis soon after slumped his shoulders and continued to walk home with Robby. He replied, "I just don't want you in trouble."
Robby replied, "And I don't want you and your work to be tarnished." If their relationship was read the wrong way, Robby would be the one getting the book thrown at him.
Not that Dennis was the victim of a power imbalance, because once the door closed behind at their apartment. Dennis was pushing himself up against Robby who ended up with his back against the door.
Dennis' hands were on the other's hips. Only pulling away to catch his breath while he yanked at the black leather belt Robby wore. Dennis Whitaker wasn't any sort of victim.
Unless you counted being the victim to his own carnal desires that soon had Robby's cock in his hand while he sank to his knees. Hunger radiated through him as he admired the sweaty man he was knelt before. He ran his tongue across his top front teeth and swallowed.
Robby's large hand cradled the back of his head for a moment, threaded his digits across the hairs back there. He swallowed and licked his lips.
Dennis felt the center of Robby's world, nothing else mattered except for him. The man in front of him, gazing up at him with such hungry eyes. Sleep could wait, there was a burning need that Dennis quell first.
He soon put his mouth on Robby's cock, slowly moving his mouth up an down to lube it before he was able to move quickly and letting the blunt tip hit the back of his throat. He moaned, his voice muffled by Robby's cock in his mouth.
Robby leaned against the door and held onto the other's hair while he was orally pleasured. He had no idea the extent of Dennis' arousal. But when met with it, he wholly accepted it. He let the younger man dow hat he pleased to him.
The feeling of his warm mouth made Robby see stars behind his lids when he closed his eyes. Dennis knew exactly how to make Robby feel weak. Make his quiver and his knees buckle a tad. He gripped onto Dennis' hair a little tighter and swore under his breath.
Dennis put his hands on Robby's still clothed thighs and continued to move his mouth quickly. Letting the tongue tease the underside, especially around the tip. A trick that made Robby shudder with desire. Sexual heat that clawed inside of him as Dennis continued to tease the tip with his tongue while he moved his head back and forth.
"Fuck, Dennis. Baby." Robby exhaled, "You like that? You like the feeling of my cock in your mouth?" Dennis looked up and nodded in response which only encourage Robby to continue to hold and guide his head, "Like the feeling of my cock in your throat. I bet you missed this all day. Probably got excited at the thought that this was so close to you at work. Made you hungry."
His words made Dennis' cock throb in his shorts as he continued to move his head quickly. Spit rolled down his chin and his hands dug into the fabric around Robby's thighs. He used it as leverage to keep his movements precise.
Dennis groaned as he continued to move. The thoughts swirled in his head. The feeling of sweat down his temple made him shudder. Both men grew hotter by the seconds. It made his ache even more for him. Hard not to. Hard not for him to just kneel there and give Robby every ounce of pleasure he could give.
He glanced up and he could tell that Robby was getting more sweater. Hotter from the intensity of the pleasure he felt. He gripped onto Dennis' hair and his eyes fluttered shut to put all of himself in the movements of the blow job he was giving.
"That's it, that's my Dennis." Robby cooed, "Must feel so nice for you right now. Right where your mouth belongs." He combed his fingers across Dennis' scalp before he yanked on the strands in the back once more. He watched Dennis grow dumb with lust as Robby grew closer to climax.
Dennis kept going despite the small pain that was forming in his jaw. The intensity of his movements fogged his brain as he was driven by a single goal. To make Robby cum. After the long shift they both had, Dennis need to release all the pressure he felt.
The ache in his body for his older lover during the grueling hours of work. It was hard and after everything, he deserved a reward for his ability to try and remain cool. So the harsh nudge of Robby's cock head against the back of his throat would do just fine.
"Fuck, Dennis." Robby groaned as he slumped against the door further, "On my mind all day. Couldn't help it." He mused as he felt the pleasure continue to build up in him. The tension i his joints with anticipation for his climax kept him close to Dennis as the younger man moved as quickly as he could.
The wet sound of Dennis' desperate attempt to pleasure Robby made the older man's soul sing. He couldn't get enough of Dennis, everything about him just called to the older man. It was a remarkable feat and it left Robby holding onto the younger man closely.
"I'm close." He groaned.
Dennis looked up at him, blue eyes shined clear in a way that made Robby throb. He combed his fingers through the other's hair and titled his head up to let the younger man finish him off. Goddammit.
Robby clutched onto his younger lover and soon he came down the other's throat. He held on tightly as he finished and swore under his breath. Dennis held onto him while he swallowed before he looked up at Robby.
"How was that?" Dennis asked, seeking validation.
Robby cupped his chin and tilted his head up further before he replied, "Always great and you know that." He helped Dennis to his feet then brought him in for a kiss before he squeezed his behind, "But I think this old bones can go another round."
Dennis replied as he leaned up against his older lover, "Sure you can handle it." Before he got his arms around Robby.
"Doubting my skills, kid." That made Dennis shiver.
Didn't take much longer before they were stumbling in the bedroom. They made quick work of their clothes and soon Dennis was laid out on the large bed they both shared, his hair mused in the pillows while Robby eyed him, hard once more.
Dennis was painfully hard as well.
"Look at you." Robby commented, "You know exactly the kind of hold you have over me." Slowly he got into bed with a panther's stealth and up against his younger lover, "But I know that kind of hold I have over you." He placed his large hands on Dennis' shoulders, "What's got you do bothered there, darling?"
Dennis wrapped his arms around his lover's shoulders and replied, "Thinking about you at work again. How sweaty you were getting in that hoodie." He glanced at the garment on the floor, "How good you looked."
"Getting bothered at work again? I thought we agreed not to." He pressed firm kisses against the column Dennis' neck.
"Hard not to, Robby." Dennis mused, "Not when I think about you touching me like this." He shivered, nipples grew hard from it as Robby touched along his sides in a way that only furthered his arousal, "So hard not to get hard from thoughts of you."
Robby kissed at Dennis' chest and pressed himself further against him. He invaded the other's space and Dennis groaned in response. It was electric between them. He said softly, "Look at you, all red for me. Fuck, darling." He got between his lover's legs and leaned over him to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand table.
Dennis watched Robby lube his cock up, he could feel the hunger in his jaw. How the older man looked between his legs, it was hard to deny himself such sweet pleasure when the pleasure itself looked so divine. From the strength in his body to the worn lines of his face, the graying at his temples and the slope of his nose - it made Dennis Whitaker hunger in a particular kind of way.
"Take me." He said near out of breath.
"No need to ask me." Robby replied as he got Dennis' legs around his waist, then slowly inch his cock into the other man. He hunched over him and kept his hands steady as he got all the way down to the base. He swore under his breath, the tightness made lust kick up in his stomach.
It felt so good, Dennis felt so good.
Before Robby could check in, Dennis remarked, "Feels good." He held onto the pillow behind his head and let Robby start to rock his hips against the other man's. His cock nudged right against the spot that made Dennis shudder.
The primal pleasures called to him, the deep depths of desire had a choke-hold on Dennis in the same way that the older man did. The way Robby moved in a space, the presence he held both in the bedroom and on the floor. It all made Dennis hungry for him, and he was finally being fed as Robby quickened his pace.
"Look at you." Robby said, "Looks like you're falling apart already. I can see it in those eyes of yours. You love when I fucking ruin you." He watched Dennis shudder, "Oh, that gets to you, huh? Knowing that I ruined you. That there are times where you're not doing your job right because you're thinking about my cock ruining you."
Dennis groaned, "Robby, please."
"You sound so pretty when you groan like that." Robby remarked, "Makes me harder knowing that you can't think of a proper response."
Dennis replied, "And-and I bet you get off to this. Fucking someone younger." He panted as he felt the sweat form at his back, "Like me on my back so you can watch me cum all over you." He groaned once more, "You like fucking someone older."
Robby took both of Dennis' wrists in one hand and pinned it close to the headboard, "Yeah, and you have an appetite for men much older than you. Need a guiding hand to make you finish. Isn't that right?"
"Goddammit." Dennis groaned and Robby chuckled.
They both desired one another in ways that would be questionable. But at that moment none of that mattered. Not while they were alone in their bedroom with the bed creaking with each thrust of Robby's hips.
"Robby."
"Dennis."
The younger man swallowed and gripped onto what he could tightly as his back arched a little from the heated feeling in his core, "Need you." He near whined.
"Already got me." Robby replied as he rolled his hips up against Dennis, "You're my boy. All mine. But you know that, because I'm yours too." That elicited a response from Dennis that only fuelled the sexual energy he had for the younger man.
"Mine." Dennis could only respond with.
And he would be completely right.
They shared another kiss while Robby kept him pinned down and Dennis could feel the pleasure grow in intensity through his body. He moaned into the kiss he shared with Robby and tried to clutch onto the hand that was holding him down.
He felt protected by Robby in a way, he felt safe with the older man. And that made his cock throb. Dennis moaned into the kiss as Robby picked up the pace. Dennis tilted his head back and moaned while Robby sucked a mark onto the column of his neck.
"I love you." Dennis groaned.
"I love you too." Robby replied. Promises of a future together, something solid that would last. And as Robby fucked the younger man, it was a promise that he desired to keep.
They were both growing heated, sweaty as the air in the bedroom turned warm. They were both moving with one another. The pace was quick, but steady. And they were both feeling the effects of it. Pleasure like a drug to the bloodstream - something they didn't want to get clean from.
"I love you." Robby panted.
"I love you too." Dennis squeezed his hands tightly in Robby's grasp before they shared another heated kiss together. He groaned a little louder as he said, "I'm getting close." Then shifted his hips a little bit for Robby to get at a deeper angle.
Robby pressed his nose against Dennis' and closed his eyes, "You cum for me when you're ready, darling." Then went back to holding the other's hips while they were chest to chest.
They enjoyed each other's presence with heavy movements. The want for one another swirled in their brains as the pleasure mounted with each thrust. Soon more kisses were shared and Dennis didn't know how much longer he was going to last.
Hard to focus on much else when he could feel his brain melting from the sex he was having. The feeling of Robby so close, his hairy chest against his. How much stronger Robby felt as he fucked him. It made Dennis throb all over.
"Not going to last longer." He croaked.
"Neither am I, darling."
"Honey." Dennis said and was quickly silenced with another searing kiss. It made him ache more and as he reached for his lover for support, he clawed his blunt nails down Robby's shoulders. He curled into himself a little as he came from Robby fucking him.
His eyes squeezed shut as he let out a small noise as he painted his middle white, some of his cum ending up on Robby's stomach as well. But that didn't stop the older man, not in his movements nor his kisses.
He left another mark on Dennis in retaliation for having his back scratched up and he could feel the quickness of Dennis' pulse while he laid sweaty under him. Robby quickened his pace to meet his own release and groaned against the younger man's pulse point.
"Fuck." He swore under his breath, Dennis' hot breathing in his ear.
It was a throb in his core that kept him going. To pleasure both of them. He could call his need for Dennis a problem - the need to grab him, hold him, fuck him. But, that didn't matter. Who gave a shit. Not when he got to devour his lover like this, be the most vulnerable he could be with each heavy stroke of his hips.
And Dennis was such a good lover too.
Even when Robby's back ended up stinging from the younger man's harsh scratches. He pulled Dennis into another heated kiss and squeezed his hips tightly.
"Close, darling, close." He panted before pulled away enough to stare into Dennis' blue eyes while he got himself on the edge of orgasm. His eyes only squeezed shut when he climaxed soon after.
The tension gave way to euphoria and soon he was able to relax. Covered in sweat and exhausted. He slowed his pace to a stop then slowly pulled out of the younger man. He couldn't get too far as Dennis pulled him in for a heated kiss. Chest to chest once more, sticky with sweat and cum.
"Let me clean you up."
"One more kiss."
Dennis had the capacity to become insatiable at times, and Robby was more than happy to be the subject of his wants. Better him than anyone else.
They made out for a little bit longer before Robby managed to untangle himself from the younger man. He pushed back his sweaty hair and pressed a final kiss to the other's forehead, "I don't want it to dry on us. Either you let me clean you up in bed, or, we can shower together before dinner."
Dennis laid back in bed for a moment to catch his breath as he mulled his options. He licked his top lip in thought before he replied, "I think a shower would be the best option."
Robby smiled at him before he slowly got out of bed. His hip cracked in a way that made him grimace. Not because it hurt, but because the sound was loud. Loud enough to earn a small chuckle from Dennis.
"Don't laugh." Robby groaned as he rubbed his side for a moment. He didn't need to feel old right now.
"I didn't laugh." Dennis got up off the bed, the cum drying on his stomach. He rounded the bed and took Robby by the hands to help him off the bed. He stood a several inches shorter than Robby, but tucked himself nicely against him, "Now lets' get you into the shower."
"I feel like there was a silent old man in there." Robby replied, he frowned a little which only made Dennis softly chuckle.
Dennis shook his head then leaned in to kiss the other man on the lips, "You're as spry as ever, honey." And then got a firm smack on his bare as from the older man.
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An old Renault jacket on Lance's shoulders strikes a sexual nerve in the jacket's owner, Fernando Alonso. The blue and yellow have their memories in his head, but at that moment seeing his younger lover dressed in next to nothing - the jacket & underwear - it makes Fernando only yearn for the other driver. Which leads to a tussle in the sheets and a very compliant Lance Stroll.
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The jacket felt nice. Strangely familiar in an unfamiliar way. They didn't make jackets like this anymore. Everything was cheaply made with things printed on - even if the team was worth millions.
It felt nice on his skin, it felt comfortable. Maybe that was because who owned the jacket, Fernando. His Renault jacket from many, many years ago. Lance faintly remembered seeing it many times on television in his youth and now to wear it in front of the full length mirror in their shared bedroom was like a dream come true.
He hugged himself in it and admired himself in the mirror. Those dark eyes gazed at his reflection. It didn't help that he was in tight dark briefs and white athletic socks pulled all the way to his calves. He looked hot. If only Fernando were here to see it, to admire him.
They had been anticipating summer break since the start of the season that was marred with two DNFs during the first two races for Fernando. So Lance was being a good boyfriend and pampering his older lover. But while Fernando was out on a bike ride, Lance got curious about what was in the man's closet.
That was where he found the jacket. It cut a little short due to their noticeable height difference, but Lance still thought that Fernando would love him in it. His skin was a bit tanned from the break in Fernando's home country and the opening part of the jacket showed off his toned body. He knew he looked hot and it made him chuckle to himself.
Even with his thoughts lingering on the other man, he was shocked when he heard his voice.
"Mi Comoran? Where did you find that?" and made Lance jump. He looked over his shoulder and saw the other man.
"Oh hey, honey." He fully turned around to show off to Fernando, "Keeping mementos?" And put his hands in the jacket pockets to open it a little further to show off more skin.
Fernando's dark eyes went wide at the sight of the other man and ran his fingers through his dark hair, "Where the hell did you find that?" He stepped forward. He looked good in the cycling clothes he wore. And that only endeared Lance further.
"back of the closet." Lance shrugged, "Does it look bad?" He approached the other man and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, "Smells like two-thousand and eight."
Fernando replied, "I think that's just the mothballs, my love." then pulled him in for another kiss. The older man got a bit handsy in the process. At first he wanted to wrap his strong arms around the waist of his lover and feel the fabric of the jacket. But decided against it and handed up palming Lance's ass under the jacket.
Lance held onto his lover and kept his eyes closed. He could feel his cock strain in the front of his briefs and chuckled when Fernando gave his ass a pinch, "Careful there, Nando." He chuckled lowly.
"Or what?"
"Don't want all that blood rushing to your cock and you get lightheaded." Lance then moaned when Fernando slapped him on the ass. He couldn't help it, he knew exactly how to make the other man tick.
"Cheeky." Fernando replied before he went in for another steamy kiss. He felt his pulse leap at the feeling of the other man up against him. He groped at his flesh some more, wanting to feel all of him. He was aroused, almost painfully so. He couldn't help it, not when Lance was before him. Dressed that way that he was.
"Fernando, honey." He chuckled lowly as he felt Fernando's lips down his neck and made him hold onto the other's shoulders tightly. His pulse picked up and his skin felt flushed. It was a heat all over that excited him, something about Fernando just burned into his brain in the best way possible.
"You look good, my love." Fernando said, his hands in the fabric of the jacket. The kisses lingered and it made Lance feel a sense of head rush as Fernando held him close. The older man knew this and continued his kisses across Lance's partially exposed collarbones, "Maybe we should have you wear to the next race." The words were warm on his tongue and it made Lance shudder, "Dress you like a grid girl, no one would knew the difference. You have the looks of one." He continued to kiss the other man's neck.
Even with their height difference, Lance was always wobbly at the knees for Fernando. He couldn't help it, there was an allure to the fellow driver that drew Lance in. No wonder he had so many lovers over the years, Lance was just happy that Fernando decided to settle down with him.
"Ah, no one wants to see me dressed like that." He chuckled, the heat stained across his cheeks. He could feel the burn.
Fernando went and kissed Lance softly on the lips, "I think everyone would. But, I think it is only right that I'm the only one who can see you like this." He knew that his lover was painfully erect, he only added fuel to Lance's lustful fire with each touch and kiss.
He was going to break Lance's brain before they even got on the bed. He pulled back and admired how the taller man looked. He chuckled lightly at the memories of that jacket, he believed it was a good luck charm. But seeing it on Lance only added to its perceived luckiness.
Fernando felt like he was clutching four leaf clovers as he gazed with heated want at the other man. He licked his lips before he reached out grabbed Lance to pull him into bed. They shared a heated kiss, Lance pulled at Fernando's bottom lip with his teeth and Fernando gripped tightly onto the other's hair. Their kisses were heavy, needy with sexual want for one another.
Lance laid out on the bed the jacket off his shoulders. He smiled lazily at his lover but his eyes went wide when Fernando flipped him over to his face was in the pillows. By instinct alone, he arched his hips and exposed his behind to the older man. Even gave is a small shake to entice Fernando. He then loudly moaned into the soft pillows when Fernando gave is a firm smack.
"Tease."
"What can I say?" Lance replied. He was on full display like a seven course meal. The kind of meal that someone would pay top dollar for. He was right in every place, he was perfect. And with the blues and yellows of the jacket across his back, he was only more alluring.
Fernando chuckled and leaned into his lover as he got his own belt off. He kissed at the spots of his neck that weren't obscured by the jacket. Excitement ran through him, a leap in his chest as he undressed. He did the same for Lance too, except the jacket.
The jacket stayed on during sex. He pushed it up slightly to get better access to his lover. He gave Lance's now bare ass another tap before the younger love instinctively spread his legs for him. His cock erect against his stomach and he was already trembling with anticipation.
This was how Fernando loved his lover. There was something about how sweet Lance laid under him. How warm he felt under Fernando's touch. The hitch in his breath, the blush Fernando knew was on the other's cheeks. He was perfect, so of course Fernando was more than willing to give everything to the other driver.
"To think you were only eight when I got this jacket. Still so young, Lancito. Still so young."
That riled something and he shifted on the bed and spread his legs a little wider, "Don't tempt me, Fernando."
Fernando kissed his teeth and made a small tsk, tsk noise, "You like that, don't you? You like knowing how much younger you are compared to me. All those years I have on you, but it's only made me a better lover." he leaned in and kissed the other's neck.
He rubbed his now bare cock up against his lover's behind. He kissed at his neck some more, feeling his pulse under his lips. Lance had a pulse like a rabbit when he was aroused. It only made Fernando yearn for him more. His sweet little bunny.
"You know my type so well." Lance chuckled.
"I know, you modelled it after me. What about that poster you had on your wall as a teen." Fernando purred as he rubbed up against him further.
Lance's cheeks grew hotter, he hold Fernando about it while very drunk in Monaco. He knew that the older man never forgot about it. How he was the subject of Lance's fantasies for years, even long after they became teammates and lovers.
The older driver simply occupied Lance's mind in a way no one else ever had or could.
Fernando gave Lance's pulse one last kiss then said, "Don't worry, I find it endearing. Many people wanted me, but only you got me in the end." Then pulled away to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table.
Lance laid there, in his lover's slightly smaller jacket. His face pressed into the covers and the lingering scent of Fernando's body spray lingered in his head. His cock was hard and pre-cum leaked from the tip. The excitement could be felt all over, his pulse had leapt and his body craved his lover.
"My precious boy." Fernando purred, "Look at you. Perfect for me." He got lube on his fingers and coated his cock with it. He made sure that he wasn't going to harm his lover in the process.
He felt Lance tense up as lube was applied to him. Fernando didn't care if any of it ended up on the jacket. Lance's cum could somehow end up on the vintage fabric, Fernando would be honoured to have Lance's cum all over the jacket.
"Please." Lance gasped and held onto the covers under him tightly. The feeling was erotic, the anticipation that ran through him as he felt Fernando behind him, "I need you."
"Of course, that's why you're wearing my jacket. It looks good on you." Fernando said as he lined his cock up with Lance's hole. He licked his lips at the curve of his lover's back, he knew that the younger driver was already heated with want.
He could picture the blush on his lover's cheeks.
"Stop teasing me." Lance chuckled. His stomach was in knots, but he still yearned for the feeling. He licked his lips and held on tightly. To be fucked by his lover was something akin to a religious experience. He assumed that was what happened when someone fucked an older man, got to experience all the years on him.
Fernando teased Lance's hole with the tip of his cock. It was teasing and it made Lance shift under him. The older man placed one hand on the centre of Lance's back to keep him pinned, "There, there, my love." He cooed, "Behave now."
Lance swallowed, he already felt the rush of excitement through him. He swore under his breath as he was pushed further into the covers. The jacket hiked up further to expose more of his toned backside. What a treat he was.
"I remember wearing this jacket. I remember the season. And you, Lance, were so young. I bet you were watching every race with stars in your eyes." Fernando easily played with Lance, he knew his words were hot in the other man's head. It was endearing.
Lance groaned, "Come on, old man. Give it to me already."
Fernando swatted at Lance's ass and the other man bucked. Fernando kept him pinned and kissed his teeth once more, "Hate to spend tonight teaching you about patience, Lance." He kissed at the man's shoulders, "Especially when you gave me such a good treat today. But I will do what I have to. I won't have a brat in my bed."
Lance swallowed, the feeling deepen in his gut. It felt hot and he let out a small moan when Fernando pressed on him harder. He said in a heated voice, "I'll be good."
Fernando chuckled, "That's what I like to hear." Then slowly inched himself into the other man. He placed his hands on either side of his younger lover and got in all the way to the base. He heard Lance swear under his breath as he relaxed.
Lance could be insatiable at times, but that was fine for Fernando. It kept him young, made him feel properly virile. That he could fuck such a beautiful lover into a near-coma almost nightly.
"Look at you, Lance." He purred, "My sweet love." He kissed at the back of the other's neck while he thrusted gently. He felt Lance tense up and his movements only continued. He felt like heaven wrapped around his cock.
Beautiful on the track and off.
"Been a rough start for us, but that doesn't matter. We'll win them all next time." He picked up momentum and the thrusts grew more powerful. He wanted to properly fuck his lover, make Lance forget every little thing in his head.
Only think about Fernando, the home they shared and the jacket on his back. That was completely enraptured by Fernando in every way possible, owned to a certain extent. It was evident by the blue and yellow across his back.
"You think so?" Lance asked between heavy breaths.
"Even if we don't." Fernando replied, "I'll still take you to bed every night and I'll make you feel like a champion when I make you finish over and over again." His words were like cotton in Lance's head and it made the younger man sink further into pleasure.
"You don't have -"
"Shh." Fernando said, "Don't make me gag you. I know you can be a good boy for me. Take me so well. I don't need to shut you up, not when I love your sweet moans so much. You look good in what is owned by me, because I own you. Mind, body and soul." Fernando's beard rubbed up against exposed skin near Lance's neck and the younger man moaned a little louder.
It was quite the sight, the two drivers for Aston Martin going at it. Lance wore Fernando's old jacket, just like he wore his bites across his neck. Maybe it did rise a bit of possessiveness in Fernando. The knowledge that Lance was his. All his.
There was no one after him, even after Fernando retired. He'd still yearn for Lance in a deep, carnal way. The two of them forever intertwined. Eventually they'd both retire and the two could live happy lives together - hopefully in Spain.
Fernando's movements continued and Lance's noises only grew in sound. They both needed each other, both wanted each other. It was the kind of heated lust that drove both them to tumble in the sheets after every race. Didn't matter the outcome, all that mattered was they'd have a place to feel up one another and have sex.
If Lance was insatiable, then Fernando was famished.
He felt up Lance's chest and torso while he continued to fuck his. His hands grazed across the other's flushed skin. He could feel Lance's hammering heartbeat. He felt like heavy and tasted divine. The type of lover others would kill for.
"Look at you. I don't even need to see your face and I know exactly how you look right now. So perfect for me."
Lance moaned a little louder, Fernando's word reverberated in his head. He swallowed back the intense feeling ans croaked out to his lover, "please, Nando. fuck." And Fernando rewarded him with heavy thrusts, fucking him till there was nothing left in his head. Zero thoughts to rattle around in there, only the immense pleasure to course through his blood.
To warm him to his very core.
"You sound so lovely under me, Lance. You know no idea what you do to me. How you make me feel, the way you are spread out under me. So beautiful. Take me as well as you take to driving." He praised and Lance shuddered.
Lance replied, his voice dripped with lust, "Then I must be taking you pretty poorly-" Then his face was shoved into the covers once more. He moaned and arched his back slightly at the feeling of Fernando simply roughing him up.
It felt good, so good. The pleasure dripped in his core as he let Fernando take him anyway he pleased. It was the kind of love affair that would make anyone in their right mind blush. The sight of the two of them going at it, he sweat down Fernando's back and at Lance's temple.
The two of them rutting against one another in intense desire. Fernando loved how he looked in that jacket, the was the fabric was bunched up to give Fernando better access to his lover's body.
He leaned in once more and kissed at the younger man's neck. Lance moaned under his touch and the older man said to him, "Look at you, spread out like a prize all for me. I bet you love the idea that you get to wear this. Probably saw it on the television all those years ago. Now you're letting me fuck you, kiss you, worship you."
His words made Lance go dumb, there was no poetic language for it. It buzzed in his brain like a nest of hornets and made his blood grow hotter with the need for sexual release. He loved Fernando, more than just a racing icon. But as a man who he could love.
Lance turned his head a little and Fernando sloppily made out with him. The bed rocked against the wall and the younger driver knew he couldn't last much longer. He groaned into Fernando's mouth and the other man held his dark hair to keep their lips together.
Then like an elastic band that was pulled to tightly something snapped in Lance and the pleasure hit its peak. He groaned into the kiss before he came all over himself. Streaks of white cum up to his chest, staining the zipper of the Renault jacket. Not that he cared in that moment, the pleasure was too intense.
Fernando pulled away and pushed the jacket further up Lance's back, and held the younger man further down onto the bed. He kissed at Lance's toned back as he quickened his pace to get his own release.
"Good boy." The older driver said, "So good for me. Always have been." The only response he got was heated moan from a sexed out Lance Stroll. He chuckled lightly against his lover's skin, "Perfect for me." He said. His pace started to lose its heated focus and with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside of Lance.
He fucked Lance through his climax only stopping when he was completely spent. Both men ended up next to each other in bed. Fernando grabbed tissues from the nightstand and carefully wiped clean a very exhausted Lance.
The Canadian driver was on his back and could feel his cum cooling on his stomach. He felt flustered, cheeks perfectly pink. He laid there in the jacket with his eyes half closed. He whined when Fernando kissed his soon cleaned stomach, it excited him. "I think you broke my brain, Fernando." His voice softer.
"I don't need you to think when I'm fucking you." Fernando responded.
Lance chuckled lightly, "Perverted old man."
Fernando threatened to bite Lance's chest before he said, "You insatiable thing."
Lance's eyes opened a little wider, "Maybe we should see how messy we can get this jacket tonight… I'm assuming we can get it washed after."
Fernando took Lance by the jaw and looked into his eyes, "Doesn't matter. I'd rather your cum stain it forever."
Lance chuckled lightly as he pulled himself closer to his lover. He draped a leg over his hip and looked at him as he said, "And you say I'm insatiable." Before he went in for another kiss.
They should have checked the washing label for that old jacket, or they might be searching up, how to get cum out of a vintage racing jacket very soon. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ
Max had spent enough time in Charles' orbit, they were rivals after all. The need to out perform one another was an intense feeling fueled by cars, money and glory. But Max was always a few steps ahead of Charles, always better, and that simply couldn't stay the case in every way. The one way Charles had the upper hand was behind closed doors, in privacy where the four time world champion was nothing more than a dog to the fellow racer. Collared, leashed and eager to obey.
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This was no way a four time world champion should be seen. On his knees, blue eyes gazed at the man seated in front of him. He knew a long time ago that Charles was a kinky motherfucker, he knew that his long time rival had a lick of darkness that ran through him.
Everyone thought that he was the dear Prince of Ferrari. The predestined one, the one who would drive the team to new heights. Been a couple of years now and that hadn't happened. While Max wasn't the only one who plucked wins out of Charles' race after race - Max was the only one who Charles could take out all that aggression out on.
Because if Charles was a kinky motherfucker hellbent on punishment, then Max was the only who happily took it.
"Look at you." Charles' words swirled in Max's head, making it feel like it was full of cotton, "You look so good on your knees, under me." He smirked and leaned against the chair he was seated on. He admired the blond for a moment, "Don't know how something so dumb can win so much."
Max swallowed, he felt his pulse quicken. The way Charles spoke to him was something worth getting aroused over. His words in the accent he spoke in simply burned in the Dutch driver's stomach like hot honey.
This was Charles getting his aggression out, either that of he was going to dive bomb the other driver right off the track. If it wasn't a risk to Max's safety, he'd happily let Charles total his tractor of a car - maybe it'll force Horner to put the investments into a better one.
Charles noticed that Max was thinking, that wouldn't do. He curled the leash in his hand and yanked the other man closer. He smiled when Max choked a little from the force, "Quit thinking." He said, "Don't need to use your head tonight." He noticed that Max's already hard cock twitched. He smirked, "Dumb dog."
Max swallowed and leaned forward so Charles wasn't yanking on him so tightly. This wasn't pet play, it was collars and degradation. It was venomous words while Charles has Max tangled up in a leash.
Collared like the dog he was. The submissive animal that yielded to Charles, the one who should be collecting trophies and made racing look easy. Both knew that the dark-haired driver was always a few steps behind his long-time rival - Max was simply better.
"I should make you beg tonight, but I think you'd cum all over yourself before you had a chance to touch my cock. I bet you think about it, day and night. You're hungry for my cock more than you are for those wins. Bet I could make a pretty wife out of you. Finally get you out of my way, in Ferrari reds and settled on my cock for the rest of your life."
Max grew hotter, his cheeks flushed as Charles yanked him closer. He moved on his bare knees closer to the other man. There was a lustful haziness in his blue eyes, he ran his tongue across his plush bottom lip.
"Nothing to say, Max?"
Max exhaled deeply in an attempt to keep composure. It was nothing but empty heat in his head, driven by a need to get off or get Charles off. Everything felt needy for him. To be yanked on and degraded. Punished for being too good. He thrived on punishment better than praise, that was what made him the perfect driver.
"Come on." Charles said softly, "Use your words."
"I need you." Max said, unease in his voice.
Charles leaned forward and patted Max on his cheek, "What a good boy. Maybe next time you'll find the words to ask nicely. Instead of begging for scraps." He then rubbed his thumb across Max's bottom lip. The glimmer of his ring on that finger shined close to the soft pink of Max's lip. Charles then said, "I own you."
Max felt something tighten in his chest.
"Not the FIA, not RedBull, not Horner, not that bastard of a father. You're mine, all mine." Charles held Max by the jaw and by the leash. There was something in those green eyes that near hypnotized Max - made him want to give over total submission.
Max knelt there, naked on the carpet in front of a clothed Charles. A clearly visible sign of the Dutch driver's submission. When Charles pulled away to get his cock out of his black slacks, Max leaned forward to get closer. It seemed desperate for Charles.
His harsh words, his glimmer of praise, the anticipation of what was to come. He was an eager boy, needy for the other man and everything he could provide him. It was degrading, if anyone knew it would haunt him for the rest of his days.
There was a status quo he had to uphold while out on the track. The strength of the lion and the stubbornness of a bull. But when Charles got his hands on him, it melted quiet easily. Max would not kneel for anyone else, but for Charles it felt easy. Second nature to have the other driver get his cock out and for Max to wrap his lips around it.
Charles studied to the other man, one hand on his exposed cock and the other still on the leash. It was arousing to see such lust in the other's bright eyes. Blissed out and needy without even being properly touched.
"Quite the sight." He said, "I've trained you well. Maybe I should figure out how to collar you during press day. Walk around the track on Thursday knowing that I own you. You might have your team across your pretty chest. But I own that brain of yourself, that mouth that enchants the press, that cock I know that'll be hard with want for me."
Max leaned forward to get his mouth on the other's cock. But Charles stopped him with a firm hand on his jaw. He pushed Max back a little and the other looked at him like a wounded dog.
Charles' raised a brow, "Is this how we ask? You should be lucky that I let you suck my cock. Many would give anything for the chance, I made you better than some slut. Use your words, Max." There was a firmness to Charles' words that made Max's cock twitch.
It took the other man a moment before he asked with complete sincerity, "Can I suck your cock, please?"
And who was Charles to deny him that?
Another yank to the collar and Max's nose nearly collided with Charles' cock. But Max's reflexes were quicker and he was able to get his mouth wrapped around the other's cock. His blue eyes closed and he gripped on Charles' knees, but the other man was quick to put his hands to work.
"Touch yourself, Max. I'm not doing the work for you today. If you want to cum, you need to actually work for it. I know championships fall into your lap, but when I have you leashed - you're going to work for your keep."
Max's right hand went to his cock, using the pre-cum that had dripped down his length already to lube up his strokes. He groaned with Charles' cock in his mouth as he continued to suck the other man off.
Charles leaned back a little in the seat and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his crisp white shirt. He had already rolled up the sleeves, knowing that the wrinkles left behind would never be ironed out. There was no need to get overheated too.
He softly sighed as he felt the pleasure course through his body. Max was something else, knew exactly how to suck cock now. He remembered years prior, the bright eyed and eager Max Verstappen couldn't even get Charles' cock all the way. Took years of training - years of having the blond choke on him so often.
Now, he deep throated like he knew how to his entire life. What a sight, Charles knew at the very least if he didn't win a championship - at least he'd have Max on his cock to ease the wound.
"Look at you, Max." Charles said, "Beautiful. Isn't that exactly what you are. We should leave F1 and start filming porn. People would pay a high price to watched a world champion's fall from grace. I bet people pray for it every time you grab a victory from me, from my team. Horner's superstar on his knees, choking on cock without a single thought in his head. How beautiful."
Max shuddered, his hand tightened around his cock, his pace quickened. He worked in time with his mouth, synchronized to bring both of them pleasure. He looked up at Charles for a moment, already he was losing it. He couldn't come back with anything witty if he tried.
Charles smirked and yanked on the leash a little tighter. Max's eyes rolled back a little and further devoted himself to Charles' thick cock in his mouth. He wasn't thinking about the team, the car, the races, the fans - nothing. Max's sole focus was on the man in front of him and the heft of his cock in his mouth.
The slick sounds of Max's hand around his aching cock, and the wet sounds of his mouth on Charles' cock only further the words from the other's mouth.
"Look at you. Nothing else to think about, right? You're a winner, but you're also my slut. Mine, right? All mine." His words edged with possessiveness, but the tone only aroused Max further.
Max moaned weakly in response.
Charles enjoyed the feeling of Max's mouth on his cock. He knew tha tthe other man was putting the work in. He was solely focused on a goal to make them both cum, Charles thought to give Max a little mercy for doing so good. But that would only bore Max in the end, once again, the driver didn't bloom under praise.
He bloomed under the harsh critique of his rival.
"You have no idea what you do to me, do you? Every time I see you raise that trophy over your head, I want to throw you down on the podium and show the crowd exactly how you celebrate. I want to ruin you night after night. I want to point out every flaw in your driving. I know you love that, you sick boy."
Max groaned and leaned in further to Charles. His resolve was already in tatters, but he could feel the intensity of orgasm climb through his body, his cock twitched in his hand as he feverishly jerked himself off.
Charles let go of the leash to grasp the other's short dark blond hair. Max looked at him once more, his nose in Charles' dark pubic hair. There was a complete dumbness in Max's gaze, unfocused and muddled with erotic need. Charles' yanked on Max's hair and said, "Dumb thing. Only think about cars and cock. Maybe I should keep you thinking about one of those things."
Max whined, mouth still full of the other's cock. The pleasure thumped through him with his racing heart rate. He yearned for release, he needed to cum all over himself to prove to Charles that he was a good boy.
Many would pray for his fall from grace, the toppled champion. But he'd only let Charles sweep a victory from under him. He shuddered and felt the intensity of need for climax grow. He moaned against Charles' cock while the other man yanked on his hair, to get him to somehow go deeper.
He was deep-throating at that point, he could feel the blunt head against the back of his throat. His eyes closed once more and it didn't take much longer before the thrill of orgasm crossed through him. Intense lust, feverish need. All in Max's head before he tensed up and came all over his pale chest.
Max finished all over himself, but still kept his hand on his cock as he continued to pleasure Charles. He couldn't stop now, not when he knew that the other man was close as well. He breathed heavily through his nose, the slight air restriction amplified everything.
Everything felt alive in him, heated in a way that left him sweaty. He was still needy, insatiable in a way that he would never be for anyone else.
"Fuck, Max." Charles said through a tense jaw while he came down Max's throat. He held onto his hair tighter and finished in him. He curled forward into himself a little from the intensity of it all, but Max made sure to keep his cock in his mouth. A few spare swears came from his lips and when he finally relaxed he slumped against the chair.
They were both heated and sweaty.
Charles let go of the other's blond hair and rested both arms on the rests of the chair for a moment. He then pushed back his dark hair away from his sweaty forehead. He said in a softer tone, "Always a pleasure to fuck your throat Max."
Max leaned back on his heels and combed his fingers through sweaty hair. He swallowed a few times, tasting the salty after taste of cum in his mouth. He looked up at Charles and gave a lazy smile, "Of course." Then leaned forward to rest his cheek against Charles' thigh after the other man tucked his cock back into his pants.
Charles leaned back in the chair and played with Max's hair. He said softly, "You're a good driver, Max. And a good lover too." The bit of praise made Max perk up a little.
Even though the driver was formed under brutal conditions, bits of praise elated him. And when he looked up to Charles from his spot on the floor, the other man leaned forward and kissed him on his sweaty head.
"Thank you, Charles."
"Of course. But don't let that get to your head - I will beat you in the end."
Max turned his face to rub his nose into the fabric of the dark pants. He felt something stir in him, a gentle flutter in his chest - affection. He said, still out of breath, "Of course. Of course."ﻌ
oh my gooosshh, just read your carcar fic abt shanghai *and then oscar goes on to win more races* my mind just went, oh damn goodluck carlos
pls pls pls make it a series or have a follow up, it was so good (and maybe put in a full lando complaint bcos of the next door noise 😂)
do i have something for my mind with the japanese gp - maybe! because the difference between 3rd & 14th is craaaazy!! even if oscar didn't come in first, he'd make carlos choke.
i need to write more fan fics, i've just been really busy with finishing my degree. i found out yesterday that i finally graduated so a huge weight has been lifted off of me. but, now i can spend more time writing all the carcar nonsense.... because i got ideas... and they must be written.
fernando, lighting a cigarette: isn't it crazy you were only eight years old when i won my first world championship? now you're my teammate, still so young, lancito.
lance, drunk out of his mind: ca..can you put that out on me??? n..now?
mafia boss!fernando x trust fund!lance (hear me out) - two of fernando's lackies kidnap lance to hold for ransom. lance isn't stupid, nor has this been the first time someone tried to snatch him off the street. however, this is the first time it has been successful.
it didn't help that he was on vacation in spain after visiting his sister in monaco. his phone is tossed in the sea as he's tied up and gagged in the backseat. as they drive through the streets at night lance's anxiety only peaks when he is told that he's going to meet the boss.
he had heard enough of the alonso family whispered through the streets, they didn't like to cause too much trouble. but he chased the likes of the sainz and webber families out of the country. it also doesn't help that when he is placed on his knees in the expensive of the boss and lance finally gets a good look at the infamous fernando alonso. he realizes that the older man checked off a lot of boxes for lance... he was really hot.
thus starts a game where it seems like fernando is putting off sending the ransom video to lance's father. lance isn't even stuck in the basement of the lavish house. it feels like a trail of freedoms like bread crumbs. and lance is simply smitten.
gabriel and pepe are confused, obviously so. their boss has never really taken on a lover, but now lance is in the kitchen making breakfast. his big doe eyes looking to teh two younger men. both of the underlings of fernando can't seem to make eye contact with lance after one particular night where fernando wanted to see what lance's tongue could really do. and the next morning lance had a nice plethora of bites across the column of his neck.
lance is less like a prisoner and more like fernando's pretty arm candy. even with their questionable age difference and noticeable height difference. but hey! the boss seems a lot happier now!
just that pepe and gabriel have to invest in ear plugs when their next pay comes in. especially with how loud the boss' new toy can get. this could be considered the worst ransom situation ever! the pair thought they could cash in big given lawrence stroll's wealth, but now fernando is fucking the younger man like a man on a mission!
speaking of the ransom. it isn't even paid nor is even a video sent, lance simply returns back to his father with a glittery diamond ring on his finger... oops.
mafia boss!oscar sitting in his office, while enforcer!lando comes through the door. oscar looks up to see what's the matter and lando is next to bloodied.
blood smeared across his suit jacket and stuck to his knuckles. oscar doesn't know if it belonged to the guy he sent lando to rough up, or lando himself. he is on his feet, urging lando further into the office. to have some privacy.
acts of tenderness is followed by crimes of passion. oscar strips lando's torso and grabs the first aid kit. sometimes lando forgets that oscar was one the medic for their little rag-tag group before oscar was thrust into the spotlight as the boss. his touches were tender, his voice soft.
"lando.. shh. shh." as he carefully mended lando back together. lando couldn't have been more grateful in that moment. he even got a strong superscription of kisses when oscar finished putting the last of the bandages on.
lando watches oscar dump all of the bloodied gauze and anti-septic wipes in the trash. then oscar is at his side once more, knelt down beside the couch with lando's face in his hands.
"did i do well, boss? papaya rules?" he asks cheekily, the code word for their work all those years ago.
oscar is careful when he presses his forehead up against lando's, his voice remains soft. it makes him appear so much younger, barely twenty four and he had more power than a small deity, "i'm happy you're alive." then kisses lando on the lips.
passion runs like a current between the both of them. the thumping of hearts as oscar kisses down lando's side until he reaches the dirties jeans he wore. he places a hand over the bulge in the denim.
"only you could be aroused at a time like this."
"only if it's you." and lando nearly jumps out of his skin when oscar takes his cock out of his pants. then kisses the tip.
such a powerful man, on his knees beside his lover. that lover's cock in his mouth. in a complete act of submission. but oscar took care of his own, and he especially took care of lando piastri.
tags: smut/pwp, post!shanghai gp, lingerie, collars, rivalry, dom/sub dynamic, bottom(sub)!carlos, top(dom)!oscar, dirty talk, degrading language, mean sex
a/n: i'm posting this with shame in my heart
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The hotel in Shanghai was nice, Shanghai was always nice. So, Oscar didn't know why he had to compliment that accommodations for the weekend. The trophy was nice too, one of the better ones he had seen during his time in F1.
Even the drink in his hand was nice too, not too strong but also not watered down. His weekend prize made a good cocktail. He downed the rest of it and put it down on the table beside him. After a few moments he came to the conclusion, it was time for another drink.
"Amorcito." He called out towards the kitchenette of the hotel room. He didn't look over, but he could feel the other man's presence nearby. Made him lick his lips, the bitter taste of alcohol was still there.
Slowly padded over was none other than Williams newest driver, Carlos Sainz Jr. Oscar had to admit that the other man looked good in the deep blues of the team, especially when it was lace stretched across the other man's broad chest.
This was their little games - it was the only way they'd keep from killing each other. Maybe in another time, in another place, their relationship would be more civil. But this was what needed to happen.
Carlos looked down at Oscar on the couch, and Oscar gave a knowing gaze. The Spanish driver frowned and asked, "What can I do for you, Sir?" The term was stiff on the man's tongue.
"I think another drink is in order." Oscar beamed towards him as he picked up the empty glass, the ice already started to melted and handed towards Carlos, "You'll be a good boy for me, right?" And flashed that winner's smile.
The smile that had been plastered on every newspaper, the smile of the Grand Prix winner.
Oscar came in first that weekend, and Carlos sank to thirteenth. Hence why the driver was dressed in lacy little lingerie with a leather collar around his throat with a tag that said, "If lost please return to: Oscar Piastri". Even if it was a bitter pill to swallow, Oscar won the Grand Prix. The trophy was happily on display in the hotel bedroom, it felt like the Australian driver was rubbing it in when he made Carlos look at it while they fucked.
Carlos should have guessed a long time ago that Oscar had a sadistic streak in him. He remembered the bites on Lando's neck and the bruises on Max's wrists. Carlos tried to ignore it or excuse is away. But the little koala of the grid, the unassuming Oscar Piastri had a mean streak when it came to sex. And it was only aided by the weekend's wind.
And Carlos hated that it made him erect in the pretty blue panties he was forced to wear.
He took the glass and went to grab Oscar another drink. He could feel the other's gaze on his back and it made him shudder. He poured the drinks and he could still feel the lingering heat of Oscar's gaze.
There were safeguards, there always was. Didn't matter who won, even if they both were down each other's throats at times. There had to be, they weren't playing stupid. If they did, they wouldn't be playing. Safe signal, three taps on the shoulder. The safe word, Madrid.
He returned with the drink and set it down on the table beside Oscar. He could feel Oscar's lingering gaze on him, as if he waited for Carlos to address him. Dark eyes flickered to the Australian driver, "Your drink, Sir." Then pulled away, waiting for his next command like a dog.
Oscar reached out, those smooth hands went to grab Carlos by the wrist, "Come sit with me."
"I thought we were doign this so you could fuck me." Carlos replied as Oscar captured his wrist. This was prolonged foreplay until Oscar wanted to indulge himself in the sweet heat that was Carlos Sainz.
Mister Smooth Operator, didn't look so smooth when dolled up so pretty for his fellow driver. Calling him sir and waiting for commands. He did still look hot though.
"We'll get to that, Amorcito. Just come sit with me. We'll split the lovely drink you made me." Then held onto Carlos' wrist as he brought him onto the couch beside him. With the glass in one hand, he reached over and pushed back some of Carlos' dark hair and went in for a firm kiss.
It wasn't sloppy like when they were in the depths of each other's pleasure, nor was it sweet the way lovers were. Such fickle little games they played, it just happened that Oscar was the winner for the evening.
"You look good." Oscar remarked, "Really good. I was worried that you wouldn't fit in what I brought." He chuckled lowly as he spread a hand across Carlos' chest, "But I think it fits wonderfully." He licked his lips.
Carlos swallowed then replied, "I'm glad it fits too, sir." And watched as Oscar's hand spread down his chest towards his abdomen and then to his cock. He tensed up when Oscar's knuckles brushed against his hard cock.
The dark blue lace and silk did very little to prevent the full feeling of Oscar's hand on Carlos' cock, it made the driver let out a small pleasured noise. It escaped his lips before he couch force himself to hold it back.
Despite it all. Despite every snide comment, every moment they stood toe to toe, every round of their sick little sexual games. Oscar knew exactly how to make Carlos grow needy with sexual want.
It got to the point where Carlos spent a week of the off-season jerking off to photos of Oscar in near rage because no porn would satisfy him. It was like the fellow driver burrowed deep into his subconscious and lived there to torment Carlos until they could take it out on the track- and then each other.
"Look at you, Carlos. Fuck, look at you." He leaned in closely, "If only they knew. Maybe we could get Albon a matching pair and the two of you could have a new campaign for Williams." He leaned into the other's ear, "Might as well make an impact in another way, because you're not getting either prize at the end of the year."
Carlos swallowed, he felt the urge to say something. But then again, last time he won he had Oscar ride his thigh with his driver's suit still on while he told the other driver that he would always be a second rate driver. So maybe he deserved it.
Oscar noticed Carlo's reaction, could see the internal struggle in the other's dark eyes. He chuckled lowly and said, "Ferrari threw you out." He kissed the shell of Carlos' ear, "And when Williams throws you out soon after. I'll make you my WAG." he chuckled softly, "Got the brains to be an engineer, I know that. But, I think you'll look better on the sidelines. Back in McLaren orange and cheering for me."
Carlos hated how his body reacted. It wasn't loud, bombastic words, it wasn't sneering or anger. It was a slow crawl of poisonous words in his system. The flood in his brain, the ache in his cock. Sickening, and Carlos yearned for it.
"How does that sound?" Oscar chuckled as he teased Carlos' cock further, "Be the prettiest thing on my trophy shelf." Then kissed the other on the lips. The kiss was less firm, more sloppy.
They were both losing their edge. The game was devolving into sexual need for one another. Oscar grasped Carlos by the back of the head with one hand and got his cock out of the underwear with the other. As they sloppily made out, he stroked the other's cock with quick, hard jerks.
Carlos' resolve was in shambles, he felt the throb in his body. Fuck Oscar Piastri, he would win next time and get his revenge. He wanted to see the other driver's ass black and blue so he wouldn't be able to race for a good portion of the season.
The desires, the games, the consequences both pushed both men to their absolute limit on the track. It was sick, but it was only paired with a euphoria that they both painfully craved.
"Fuck." Oscar panted when he broke the kiss. He looked into Carlos' dark eyes, they were both flustered and heavily breathing. His grip on the other's cock was still tight as he continued to stroke it. Carlos bucked into the other's touch and Oscar went back to giving him heavy kisses.
Flickers of passion was burning down the whole house, Carlos took Oscar by the face and kept their lips together. Oscar hissed into the kiss as he felt his own cock hard from the experience. He had been hard since the moment Carlos put the slutty bralette on, but to kiss him. Taste him. Only fueled the pleasure more.
The prolonged foreplay, the mental games, came to an end. They both needed each other like they needed a seat on the grid. The kind of need that made them dig their fingers into one another. Oscar's mouth traveled further down, threatening to bite at Carlos' neck.
When they eventually broke away from one another. The cocktail was last behind on the table, and they were stumbling over themselves to get into the bedroom. Oscar ended up on the bed first, nearly tripped over himself as he tried to get his shirt off.
Articles of clothing and lingerie were stripped and tossed aside with slim promises of being found in the morning. Carlos left his collar on, couldn't forget who he belonged to.
"You should lose more often, Amorcito." Oscar said as he laid there naked on the bed, his cock stood hard and he admired Carlos' similarly nude body, "Let's see if we can get back-to-back unfinished races. Pushed that shit car a little too hard, and you simply can't finish. The things we'd get up to." He licked his lips. He reached for the bottle of lube that he had stuffed in the nightstand and flipped open the lid.
Carlos took the bottle from him and prepped himself, rubbed the lube against all the right places because he knew that Oscar was going to be lazy and have Carlos do all the work.
Oscar only looked at him with heat in his stare. He took in the sight of all of Carlos' form. The strength, the body hair, the size of his cock. Oscar had fucked himself dumb on it enough times when the tables were turned, but tonight, Carlos was going to do the same on Oscar's cock.
"I will win next time."
Oscar broke into a grin at his words, "I'm sure you will, Amorcito. I'm sure you'll win them all." He licked his lips, "Probably would have done it in a Ferrari. But, I guess you'll come in a solid fifth for the rest of the season. You lost to Stroll. Not a good look."
The words were biting, the insult stung. But it also made Carlos painfully erect. He tossed the bottle of lube to the side and wiped the remaining lube on his digits against the covers. Not his problem to wash.
He straddled Oscar's waist properly and placed his hands on either side on the man and loomed over him. Oscar's hand was around his own cock and helped ease it into Carlos, the only moment of tenderness this entire evening.
Once again, if they were going to play stupid. They weren't going to play at all.
Oscar dared to asked, "What is the capital of Spain?" A coded question to ask if the safe word needed to be used before they continued. Even though there was little tenderness in their activities; consent was important. Neither men were monsters.
"Barcelona." Carlos didn't need the tenderness, he didn't need the safe word. He needed the man who was fucking him. He needed Oscar.
Oscar held onto Carlos' hips and replied, "Good answer." Before the other man started to move up and down on him. His thrusts were quick, and Oscar swore under his breath at the feeling.
Pleasure shivered down his back as he laid out on the bed.
Carlos could see it in Oscar's eyes, the look in them as he pleasured him. He held onto the covers under them and moved against the other man. The sparks were flying in his brain as he rutted against him. His cock dribbled pre-cum with each heavy thrust of his hips.
Small noises were shared and Oscar dragged his blunt nails down the other's chest while only made Carlos' cock twitch from the sensation. He swore under his breath and Oscar moaned.
If anyone knew about this. It would be all over the press, bad enough they had been on a few blind item websites a few times. A stray inside source said that they were fucking behind the scenes. Carlos had feeling it was Lando who was leaking the information as revenge for the multiple times they had kept him up.
Neither cared, it was all speculation. Even though at that moment, it felt very real as Carlos continued his thrusts, moving his body up against the other man. Soon they were chest to chest as he gave Oscar another sloppy kiss.
Oscar held onto the collar and yanked on it which only made Carlos more aroused. The pleasure a live wire in his gut, shocks of want went through him. The grip that Oscar Piastri had on him was remarkable.
Maybe when Carlos wins the Driver's Championship and McLaren dumps Oscar for some younger driver, then maybe Carlos will show some mercy and make him a proper WAG. If Oscar played his cards right, and his racing style wrong, then Carlos would get him a proper diamond.
A man of class like Oscar deserved nice things. Especially if he handed over the world championship to Carlos, he'd be rewarded in spades.
The Spanish driver continued to move against Oscar, his cock fit just right in him. It excited him, aroused him down to his very fiber. They shared another sloppy kiss, Oscar trailed his tongue across the other's bottom lip and Carlos shuddered.
Oscar's heart raced, the feeling was intense. Even though he was being ridden by Carlos like his life depended on it, the feeling was tenfold in Oscar's brain. The fellow driver burned something fierce in Oscar's soul.
He licked his lips and held on tightly, he admired how Carlos looked riding his cock. It was a beautiful sight. He said to the driving fucking himself on his cock, "See you ride me better than that car. Any car you've driven. Meant to be on my cock and out of the driver's seat." He squeezed Carlos' hips tighter, "Give it up at Williams, give it to another driver who deserves it. I heard Lawson is out, give it to him. C'mon."
Carlos scratched his blunt nails down Oscar's chest and the Australian driver near laughed if he wasn't already in heightened pleasure. His nails across his nipples only made his cock twitch inside of Carlos. The driver panted, he felt hot and sweaty on top of Oscar, "No.. Never. I'm going to beat you, Oscar."
Oscar tugged on the collar so they were more eye-level with one another, "It's Sir tonight, Carlos. Don't make me punish you." He licked his lips, "If you do, you'll be out of commission all season."
Carlos went in for another heated kiss and groaned as Oscar tugged on the collar. It choked him slightly and it only fueled the heat in him. He knew his climax was near, he could feel it in his teeth.
Sex with Oscar was unlike anything else he had ever experienced. The feverish fucking, the additional gear, the creaking of the bed. It all aroused something deep within both men.
Flickers of flames burned between them, both as rivals and sexual partners.
Both matched each other's eagerness to play sick sexual games. To push each other on the track and dish our rewards and punishments off-the track. When the dust settled on the pavement and the trophy was given. All they had left was the piercing desire. Settle the score, engage in sexual acts that would make most blush.
They weren't the first and they wouldn't be the last pair to do so. But neither cared, not as the pleasure grew. Let them talk, let the fans and the haters stew in what went on when the cameras turned off.
Who cared.
Because at that moment, Carlos Sainz was riding Oscar Piastri's cock with a leather collar around his neck. His need for climax grew as he clutched onto the other's shoulders. What they couldn't say in front of the cameras was exposed in the privacy of a hotel room in another country, in another place.
"You drive me insane."
"You drive me to victory, Sainz." And Oscar gabbed Carlos by the back of the neck and pulled him into another searing kiss. He groaned as he came inside of Carlos. He tensed up, the pleasure its peak in his mind.
When he broke the kiss, he gasped for air. Only then could he relax while Carlos quickened his pace to chase his own climax. He needed it too while Oscar laid with his hands on the bed, trying to catch his breath.
Fuck.
Carlos shuddered on top of the other driver, he cursed under his breath. He could feel the orgasm in his gut. He continued to move, desperate for his release. It was finally granted to him and soon he finished all across himself and Oscar.
Streaks of cum down both of their chests as Carlos gasped for air. A small noise left his lips as he slowed his thrusts down to a stop. He swore under his breath as he tried to collect himself. He could feel the hammering his chest.
He hated to admit it, but Oscar was a good fuck. Even within their little sessions post-race. The strive to out do each other. He came harder than he had with anyone else, the magic that the other driver had.
And despite Carlos' deep resentment towards that, how Oscar made him feel. The final release was still worth it. It left him raw and breathless. His nerves felt alive as he went in for one final kiss.
"You drive me up the wall." Carlos said.
"Ah, ah, ah." Oscar said as he placed a finger over Carlos' soft lips, "What are you meant to call me tonight?" He shifted and Carlos ended up on his back, the two gazed at one another.
Carlos swallowed, this wasn't the end of their games tonight. Didn't help that he was getting aroused once more. He could have held his own, he could have said a biting remark.
But he didn't.
He swallowed and said, "You drive me up the wall, Sir." The word still heavy on his tongue, but it only made Oscar lick his lips.
The other driver patted him on the cheek, a little rougher than Carlos hoped for. And Oscar leaned in for another kiss as he then grabbed Carlos' legs around his waist. They were soon touching foreheads.
"I'm not done with you yet, Sainz. My victory was earned, and I need to remind you that I'll be bringing home most of the trophies this year. And you won't get in my way."
"Fuck you."
"No, no. But I'll fuck you." And then dove in for another heated kiss. It was going to be a long night. It wouldn't be a shock if there was damage done to the hotel room by sunrise.
But Oscar didn't care, it was a lovely accommodation. With a lovelier hole to fuck.
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The next morning there was a knock on the door. Lando stood there with his hands at his hips, he adverted his gaze when the door was open. He didn't need to know what happened in Oscar's room last night.
He could fucking hear it.
The door opened and the British driver said, not even glancing to see who had opened the door. He was keenly fascinated with the slight discoloration of the wallpaper above the doorway, "Hey, uh. We're heading out soon… I don't know if Carlos is coming with you and Mark… But you should tell him. Preferable with clothes on."
Lando's eyes went wide, his gaze didn't relent when he heard Carlos' voice.
"Thanks, mate. I'll let Oscar know."
Lando eventually looked towards the doorway and saw a barely clothed Carlos heading back in the hotel room with a thick black leather collar around his throat and a limp in his walk.
The driver grimaced and turned back around. He wondered if for the Japanese Grand Prix he could stay in a room further away, or better yet, another hotel all together. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ
a/n: this is my second attempt at strollonso - i hope to be accepted into the community one day. love always, canuck
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"How would we ever get over, Over losing our minds?"
- We Almost Lost Detriot, Brian Jackson and Gil Scott-Heron
Maybe Lance was losing it. Maybe the screws were coming undone in his mind. But it was cold, the nights were long. But through the glass door that led out to the balcony of the expensive condo he owned, Lance could see Fernando having his last cigarette for the night.
It scratched a part of his brain that he couldn't quite put into words. Fernando was mostly in shadows from the light of the condo. But Lance could see the small spark at the end of his cigarette. For a man who was a vegetarian to be the best racer, he sure did like the indulge in a dirty little habit during the off-season.
Not that Lance minded, he thought there was a slight bad boy energy to it. Seeing his handsome, older lover happily have a cigarette before they retired from the evening. But honestly, Lance wouldn't be getting much sleep with the erection in his sweatpants. Fernando looked good. Lance was often touted as the pretty boy of F1, but there was something about Fernando that made excitement race through Lance.
The Canadian would go as far as to call Fernando a looked over gem in attractiveness of drivers. So he couldn't help but palm himself through his sweatpants and admire the older man through the glass door as he finished the last of the cigarette. Lance only got more excited when Fernando stamped it out and tossed it over the edge of the balcony before he came back inside.
Their gazes met and Lance spread his legs a little wider. He smiled at his lover and eyed him up and down. He asked, "Looking for something, baby?"
Fernando chuckled as he took his slippers off and got deeper into the condo, "No, but you look like you are undressing me with your eyes. Is there something you need, Lancito?"
Lance could feel the slight sting in his cheeks of heated pink, "Can't I admire my boyfriend?" And raised his dark brows.
Fernando got closer and sat on the white leather couch beside Lance. He reached for his lover and took him by the chin. They kissed, a simple gesture but it was heated in a way that made Lance's pulse jump. Especially with how Fernando held his face, so tenderly. So sweetly, but with enough grip to keep the younger man closer to him.
It sent small shocks of pleasure through him as he reached for Fernando's shoulders and pulled him in even deeper. He tasted like cigarettes, and while a rather repulsive taste. Lance yearned for more, his cock fully erect in his sweatpants.
"You taste good, Nando." Lance chuckled.
Fernando yanked on Lance's shaggy dark hair for a moment and looked into his eyes. His forehead creased as he asked, "Like an ashtray, my love?"
Lance chuckled, "Yeah, but like a sexy ashtray." And then laughed against Fernando's lips. And then moaned as his lover's hands trailed lower to Lance's hips. The two of them continued to make out and Lance only pulled away and swore loudly before he was pushed down onto the couch.
As a result his shirt rode up and little bit. And Fernando kissed at his exposed stomach, pushing his t-shirt up in the process. Lance arched his back a little, squirmed under his lover's touch as any further words got stuck in his throat.
"Relax, my love." Fernando said as he looked up at his lover. His scruffy cheek against Lance's toned middle. Lance only felt his heart hammer and grip onto the couch under him for some kind of support. Fernando kissed his lover's stomach and said, "Relax. I'd hate to tie you up, I think everything you own would leave burns on your wrists."
Lance chuckled lightly, "I'd love if you marked me."
Fernando replied, "I would love to as well, but the press would be on us if they saw your pretty wrists all bruised my attention… Not to mention that neck of yours." He licked his lips, "Soon enough, Lance, I will mark you as mine."
And maybe because Lance was already excited all over, but he could have came from those words. How Fernando said them, it felt like a throb in the younger man's skull. And Fernando knew that. Hence why his hand went past the waistband of Lance's sweatpants and grasped his cock.
The lights were low, the heat between them was heavy. And Lance had never been more turned on in his entire life. Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly true - one time Fernando kissed across where Lance's tattoo was and Lance almost came from the sensation.
What could he say, he loved when his lover's hands were on him. The grip that Fernando had on him made him excited all over. So to get kissed so tenderly while he struggled to her his shirt off was quite the feeling. Only made his pulse leap at the sensation.
Fuck. Was all he could think of. Fernando's lips dragged across his skin made his breath hitch. He couldn't squirm too far away from the other man and he gripped onto the couch a little tigther. His heart fluttered and his cock strained further against the fabric of his sweatpants.
He was a lucky man, there was no doubt about that. He let out a soft moan and Fernando's hands held tighter onto the other's waist and dragged his tongue up against Lance's left nipple and the other man near curled into himself.
"Fernando, please."
"You sound good when you're needy, my love." Fernando looked at Lance once more, "The way you sound. Desperate, desperate for me. Only me. And I am very lucky." He placed another kiss before he got up to Lance's face. They looked at each other closely.
They could make out every small feature in one another. The mole under Lance's eye, the grey that was scattered in Fernando's beard. The smell of cigarettes, Lance's body wash and the anticipation of what was to come was between them Then Fernando crashed his lips against the other and held him close.
The two made out, it was sloppy. It was messy, needy for both of them. Lance moaned into the kiss as Fernando's other hand grasped his cock through his pants. He rubbed his palm against it and Lance could feel the slick pre-cum drip out.
He needed Fernando, he needed him badly.
When the kiss broke, Lance was grinning like a fool. He said, "Fucking take me, Nando. Take me right now or I'm going to lose it." And Fernando was quick to rid the younger man of his sweatpants.
"Desperate, Lance." Fernando said lowly as he continued to stroke his lover's cock. The excitement bubbled in Lance,but he tried his best to keep it down. He didn't want to finish so quickly.
But Fernando's hands, despite years of driving, we're so smooth and felt so right wrapped around his cock. The younger man couldn't help but melt a little into the couch as Fernando stroked his cock till it was painfully erect.
"So good for me, my love." Fernando said lowly, "Such a well behaved boy for me." He licked his lips before he slowed his movements down to a stop. Lance whined and he was shushed by Fernando, "I'm getting the lube, stay here. And don't touch yourself."
Lance watched Fernando leave for the bedroom. He laid on the couch with his cock exposed to the air of the condo. He wanted to touch himself, but what he could do himself was only a fraction as good as what Fernando did to him. He shuttered a little and shifted on the couch.
Naked, exposed. His slim yet strong frame on display. But they were totally alone in the condo. Their shared space for the holidays. Even though it was painfully cold in Montreal and Fernando had an adversion to chilly weather. He braved it for his lover, something Lance found endearing.
Plus it was an excuse for the pair to be bundled up in the condo once the sun went down and the chill increased. Which only further excused them getting handsy with one another. He noticed Fernando returning with lube in hand and tried to sit up by the arm of the couch, but his lover pressed a hand on his chest to keep him pinned down to the couch.
"Lie there. Let me take care of everything."
"You make me sound like I'm a pillow princess."
"Aren't you, Lance-y?" Fernando asked with a wink.
Lance smiled and grabbed one of the throw pillows to put under his head, "I thought you loved that I was a bottom. That you loved when you got to fuck me that way that you do."
Fernando chuckled as he put the bottle of lube on the coffee table before he started to strip down. No one could see in through the windows. And unless they got too loud, no one would be able to hear them. Not that Lance minded a small noise complaint, the condo was empty most of the year anyway. His neighbours could handle a little noise.
The space between them felt awfully intimate. In a way that made both men feel good. Especially when Fernando got onto the couch and got in between the other's legs. He kept one leg planted on the ground for extra leverage as he eyed his lover up and down. He licked his lips before he got the bottle of lube.
"You want this, Lance?" Fernando asked, "You want to be my good boy tonight?" He added with a hint of cheekiness in his tone. That made Lance's cock twitch. He knew that the other man was exctied, that he yearned for Fernando's cock. And in all fairness, the older man was honoured.
He respected Lance, and to see him so hungry for his cock was a high level of praise. Especially when he got the lube across two of his digits and ran it across Lance's hole before he got his own cock prepped to take the other man.
Lance held his gaze, moved between a large grin and a blissed out expression. His cheeks were painfully pink and his breathing was already heavy. It was quite the sight, the kind of sight that would make anyone aroused. Already coming apart before Fernando even had the chance to fuck him.
"You have no idea what you do to me, my love." Fernando said as he stroked his cock to make sure it was thoroughly lubed up. He could feel the excitement across his lover's face. It was quite the sight.
"I think I have an idea." Lance replied with heat in his tone, "I've never seen you this hard."
Fernando chuckled lowly, "Well, you're perfect for me. How could I not? Only an idiot wouldn't be able to get aroused by the sight of you."
"You flatter me." Lance chuckled. He felt more heat in his cheeks, he knew that his entire face was bright pink. But neither cared, it was an endearing factor. To have Lance's pleasured feelings make him so expression.
So warm, and all for Fernando.
The older driver replied, "Only for you, Lance. Only for you." His words were like promise, a commitment of sorts to the younger man. That they would never be strangers so long as they both walked the earth.
Drivers, lovers, future husbands. They were two planets in a certain orbit of one another. Never drifting too far. Not that either wanted to, they were strong on the track together. Like two currents that ran through one another.
Fernando went in for another heated kiss, his cock up against Lance. He heard the younger man moan into the kiss as Fernando teased his hole a little bit. He knew that the younger man was like a live wire at that moment.
No need to prolong the teasing, Fernando could show mercy.
Slowly he sank in. And it was like heaven's prayer. He leaned over and press a hand against the arm of the couch where Lance's head was for support as he inched himself into Lance. The other man tensed up for a moment before he relaxed enough for Fernando to get fully inserted into him.
Fernando paused for a moment once he was inside and looked into his lover's eyes. Brown like rich earth, but warm like honey left out in the sun. Dripped over the surface it was on. Melted and warm, just how Fernando felt with himself in between the other's legs.
"You feel amazing." Lance said with a hitch in his tone. The feeling was incredible. There was something about how his older lover made him feel that he couldn't properly put into words. The allure of the other driver had a grip on Lance as Fernando started to move faster.
Hard to think that Fernando was once his idol. Now his lover. How quickly things could change by being at the right place at the right time. Fernando was still a devil on the track, but his kisses felt like worship against Lance's heated skin. Especially when he reached his collarbone and licked across the smooth skin.
Fernando swore he could feel Lance's heartbeat under his lips as he rocked himself against the other man. The pleasure bounced through him, it was a thrum in the Fernando that he held onto the couch a little tighter so he didn't lose composure too quickly. His movements were deliberate and his pace was steady as he watched his love get wrapped up in intense pleasure.
They shared another heated kiss, Lance got his arms around the other man and held on tightly. The pair moved together and both were overcome with intense pleasure. There was a heated euphoria between the both of them. Sparks that turned into a steady flame, the kisses were wet and loud. And as the pleasure grew, they yearned for each other even more.
"Fernando."
"Shh, Lance. Shh, I've got you. You're perfect." He said lowly, "You have no idea what you've done to me. You are the most irresistible man I've ever laid eyes on." He quickened his pace and watched Lance tilt his head back.
"What about me?" Lance chuckled, "What you've done to me." Somehow Lance became a better driver under the heated gaze of Fernando. All the sexual touches between races, the moments where they couldn't get off one another was great for boosting Lance's morale for driving.
Because if he did well then he got showered with an intense amount of praise. Maybe Lance did have a raging praise kink, but Fernando was more than happy to indulge in it. Let the other man know how good he was. How well behaved he was while Fernando wrung orgasm after orgasm out of him.
"You look perfect as always." Fernando said.
"No need to flit with me, Fernando. You already have me." Lance's breathing grew in heaviness as you held onto his lover and the two of them moved together on the couch. Their experience was marred with heavy kisses and heavier petting.
With Fernando's thumb toying with the other's nipple. He soon replied, "I know, now that I have you. I can flirt with you even more. Because now you have to take it. Just like you take every inch of me." He continued his heavy motions and it made Lance's head spin.
Lance held on and felt the pleasure continue to ripple through him. To have his lover fuck him so well made every inch of him feel more alive. Almost on par with the feeling of racing. The kiss they shared once more was electric and Lance moaned against his lover's lips.
"Taste so good." Fernando said lowly, "Taste finer than any wine and sweeter than any pastry. Tasted many things in my life, but none are as good as you, Lance."
"Fuck." Lance gasped as he reached for his lover and held him by the shoulders, "Trying to make me finish?"
Fernando chuckled, he smiled. The lines in his face only aroused Lance more. He said to his younger lover, "I love taking you apart and putting you back together. You complete me, Lance. Never forget that."
A thousand small actions had to be taken for them to meet, hundreds of little choices and moments led to the pair meeting. But that was the beauty of it, all roads led to each other. And now they were on the same path, hand in hand. Together.
"I love you." Lance said, near out of breath.
"I love you too, my Lance." Fernando said as he pressed into the other man further and quickened his pace. Even with the small ache in his back and hip from the angle, he kept going as the pay off of climax would make it all worth it.
The two drivers fucked one another, Lance could feel the stammering in his heart. To be taken so well by such a strong, beautiful man made his head feel full of euphoric lust. The thump, thump, thump of his heart perfectly in time with the pleasure in his core.
Fuck was Fernando Alonso a good fuck.
"I love you." Lance said as he felt the pleasure reach its peak in him. He arched his back a little and his eyes closed. His entire body felt flushed as he felt Fernando's hot gaze across his skin. There was an up-tick in his pulse and Fernando pressed his lips against his pulse to feel it.
That sent the younger man over the edge, he clung to his lover's shoulders and climaxed with a near-pathetic noise. But to Fernando it sounded sweet, like his favourite melody.
"Fuck… Fuck, Fernando." Lance gasped as he came, messing them both up with his cum. His head was throbbing, but not from a headache. Just the head rush of climax. He was quickly overstimulated by Fernando's continued pace.
"Look at you, Lance." Fernando purred, "Look how good you look under me. You look perfect." He continued to kiss his lover's neck and work his body against Lance's. There was a thrill in his soul at the feeling of the two of them together. It was only aided by another searing kiss.
Fernando could feel Lance's cum against his abdomen, and he knew they'd clean up later. But the feeling of the fluid against his hot skin was almost burning. He felt the thump of his heart in his ears as he continued his rapid pace.
"Fe..Fernando." Lance croaked.
Nothing quite like a younger lover desperately trying to form words after a strong climax. It made Fernando kiss the other man's sweaty temple as he felt close to his own orgasm. They shared another passionate kiss and Fernando knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.
To Fernando, Lance was the perfect lover. The kind of lover that would make most jealous, but the older man was happy that Lance was all his. It was all he wanted, he thanked the stars or a higher power that everything came together and now he got to indulge in the sweet beauty that was Lance Stroll.
Even the parts the Canadian driver hated about himself, the parts the press hated about him, Fernando only loved in spades. That was his lover, his partner. His everything. The world could hate the younger driver, but Fernando's promise was to make sure that he knew his potential.
Especially when he made Fernando feel so good.
He grabbed Lance by the neck and pulled him in for another searing kiss. With a few more heavy strokes of his hips, he soon finished inside of Lance with tension running around him. He held onto the other man tightly as he came and hear another sweet moan come from Lance's lips.
He imagined that heaven tasted as sweet as the way his lover looked in a post-climax state.
When Fernando slowed his pace to a stop and pulled away to eye his lover. He saw a hazy lust in Lance's dark eyes. It only drew Fernando in further to kiss him gently on the lips once more.
"Always good for me."
Lance chuckled lightly, still forming coherent thoughts, "Back at ya, Nando." Oh, he was really out of it. Fernando's suspicions were correct when Lance basically melted into one more of the other man's kisses before he laid out exhausted on the couch.
Fernando pulled out and Lance clumsily grabbed tissues off the coffee table to clean up the cum and lube. They shared a few more tender kisses, Lance's tongue grazed across Fernando's bottom lip as the older man aided his lover in the clean up.
"Now, now, my love." The older driver said lowly, "As much as I would love to go again. Let's get to the bedroom this time. I don't think my back can take another round in that position."
"Getting old there, honey?"
Fernando took Lance by the jaw, he chuckled lowly, "Careful now, Lance. I don't want you to have to take back those words. Especially when you've been so good for me." And he watched Lance swallow.
It started to snow outside, only aided by the wicked wind that ripped through the streets of Montreal. Another chilled night but as Lance made another sweet moaning noise as he was pushed onto the bed by his lover - the pair were going to be just fine keeping each other warm. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ
lance being a total pretty boy by the pool side, shirtless with tiny little swim shorts on. the hat that says run, fernando had been biting at his fist the entire first hour at the pool together.
it stirred something evil in fernando's gut as he watched his lover/teammate catch some rays before the upcoming weekend. he knew how pink he'd get by the end of the day and it drove fernando up the fucking wall. he couldn't very well ask lance to cover up.
so he took the advice printed on lance's hat and went for a long run on the treadmill, because it was either that or have lance post another instagram story. this time with cum streaked across those pretty lips. <3
(thank you to @ace-race-ace for reuploading the photos)
lance visiting his sister and his nephew and coming home to fernando. he is on his knees, begging his lover to have a baby with him. fernando tries to tell him that it's not biologically possible, and lance looked at him with this big brown doe eyes and goes,
lance stroll & fernando alonso - word count: 2,023
prompt: "I want to hear you beg."
tags: smut/pwp, collars, sub!lance, dom!fernando, oral sex (fernando recives), dirty talk, praise (kink), messy oral sex
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"Fernando, c'mon." Lance said with a smile in his tone. But his insides felt nervous. He swallowed back and held the smile, "Let's not get crazy here."
His lover smiled and held up the collar and let the leash roll out onto the hardwood floor. Fernando had a smile that made excitement race up Lance's back. He stepped closer, those dark eyes pulled the other man in. He said, "Lancito. Do you not trust me."
Lance swallowed and held his hands up, "I do, I do… I just don't want to wake up the entire floor tonight. Big day tomorrow." He knew he was lying, the idea of being collared like a dog excited him. He wasn't worried about being hurt or waking up the team. He was worried he would enjoy it too much.
Fernando could read it all on Lance's face and licked the front of his teeth, "Angel. Come now, I want to hear you beg."
Lance felt a crack in his resolve. He chuckled once more, that voice of his sounded a little more heated as he said, "Fernando, honey. Are you sure you want to try this tonight? We have to get up early for media, what if it leaves a mark?"
Fernando held out the collar to the other man and Lance looked at it closely. Bright teal and yellow in colour, but the inside was padded black. Even if Fernando choked the lights out of Lance tonight, there would be no mark for the media so observe tomorrow.
Lance knew he was acting like Fernando was some blushing forty year old virgin, and not a man who knew a thing or two about play and kink.
"You know I'd never hurt you." Another crack in the Canadian's resolve.
He was running out of options, and he didn't want to use the safe-word not for this. that was for when things
"Angel." Fernando said, "Do you want an out tonight? I won't collar you unless you tell me too." He could be a mean dom, but he wasn't abusive. And that only made Lance more endeared towards him.
Another crack.
Cats had catnip, dogs had t-bone steaks. Lance Stroll had a man seventeen years older than him. So of course he dropped to his knees and looked up at Fernando with eyes that only a doe could have.
Fernando reached down and patted Lance on the cheek, "Good boy."
Lance could feel the intensity of lust in his body, his cock strained against the front of his jeans and there was heat that stung at his cheeks. He chuckled lowly and held onto the front of Fernando's pants, "Keep talkin' like that and we're gonna do more than this tonight."
Fernando ran his fingers through the other man's hair and leaned against the end of the hotel bed they were sharing for the weekend - as if Lance didn't have a perfectly fine room next door. He then went to undo the collar and then Lance straightened his back and rested his shoulders, in the process he exposed more of that strong neck of his.
The older man knew how much strength an F1 driver had to possess, but Lance made it look delicate. Brown eyes that were like amber in morning light, the long lashes, the soft lips. How he smiled, how he held Fernando's gaze. Where there was strength in his body, it appeared delicate like the rest of him. No wonder he was considered such a pretty boy.
He put the collar around Lance's neck and licked his lips. He was already excited, but to see Lance wearing that blue and yellow only pushed his excitement further. The younger driver looked like a dream in the Aston Martin green, but there was something about how Lance looked at that moment that only made Fernando pull down the zip of his pants.
Lance shifted on his knees and looked up at Fernando. He felt the older man's affection, his devotion to him. It felt right, the kind of right that allowed Fernando to collar Lance like a dog. The younger driver didn't care, all he could focus on at that moment was the collar around his neck and the cock in his face.
Fernando combed his fingers through the other's hair once more. He chuckled lowly at the sight of him. He said, "My precious, Lance. I want them to take photos of you tomorrow, and as they do. You taste me in the back of your throat."
Lance felt his heart skip. He held on a little tighter and brushed his mouth up against Fernando's cock, "You're killing me, baby." He kissed the underside of Fernando's exposed cock. It only made him more excited.
Fernando was the one who felt like they were being killed. With Lance's mouth just ghosting at the underside of his cock which only made the older man's pulse pick up while he held onto Lance's dark hair. Their gazes met one last time before Lance closed his eyes and sank his mouth onto the older man's cock.
Lance inhaled then exhaled through his nose as he held onto Fernando's strong thighs and was able to get down far enough that his nose was rubbed against Fernando's trimmed public hair. He could already feel the saliva in his mouth as he deep throated the older man. His head felt full of list as he moved his head up and down Fernando's cock. Even though he had done this dozens of times, every time he was left almost dizzy from the head rush.
It had never been like this with anyone else.
He wanted Fernando, all of time. Every inch he could fit in his mouth of the older man's hefty cock. What could he say, he was addicted to it. A feeling only fuelled Fernando's sudden tight hold of the leash that was attached to the collar.
It made him shudder, his cock push up against his jeans. The cotton in his head only grew, it dampened most other feelings. Except for the near painful erection. He rubbed the underside of Fernando's cock with his tongue as he moved his head back and forth.
His eyes were closed and his total focus was on the other man's cock in his mouth. He mentally cursed himself and he felt a dull ache in his knees as he tried to go deep per Fernando's tug on the leash. Even if he was so deep already, he knew that Fernando believed he could do better. Go deeper. There was always more Lance could give, and since Fernando believed in him. He went for it.
Spit went down his chin as he pleasured Fernando. The older man had a wobble to his stance due the intense feeling in his body. He closed his eyes and held onto the leash tightly.
"Look at you, Lance. You look so good for me. You love it, don't you? You love how my cock feels in your mouth. How you take me so well." Fernando's tone was stained with erotic heat for the other man. The man he had collared and all to himself.
The other man looked up at him and felt the thrill of sexual excitement through him. He looked so eager, so determined to be good and behave. To take all of Fernando. He moaned as he moved his head. He held on tighter and could feel the hammering in his chest. He swore in the back of his mind. He knew that he'd be wearing that collar till they had to leave the hotel room tomorrow and that he would be so spent that he wouldn't be able to get hard for the rest of the weekend.
Fernando marvelled in the feeling of Lance between his legs. The younger man's mouth on his cock only made him feel hotter. He wished he had taken his team branded t-shirt off before they started. But he couldn't help himself, not when Lance looked so pretty when he was pleading with just his eyes.
The room in the air got warm and Lance's eyes closed once more. He knew that the older man was feeling the intense pleasure course through him. It made Lance eager for more, to see how the man falls apart under him. There was a throb in the back of his head and a want in his core.
"Lance." Fernando said, his voice husky from the lust that rattled his core. Pretty little thing between his legs. The perfect man for him. The prince-ling of racing. He held onto the leash a little tighter. Lance moaned when he felt his neck being yanked.
He could have prevented it given how strong muscles were, he let himself be dragged to the liking of the older man. It only fuelled the fire in his gut. He held on as tightly as he could as the pleasure spiked in his pulse. He loved the feeling of the other's cock in his mouth. Even down to the taste, it made Lance droll in ways that he never thought possible.
The talent of Lance's mouth only made Fernando lose more of his control. The allure of the younger man made Fernando hungry for more. The older man found himself enraptured by the Canadian driver. He let out a short groan as he held on tighter. His composure slipped and he let the feeling of immense sexual want for his lover grow further.
He tensed up, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. There was a skip in Fernando's pulse as Lance tried to take him as much as he could. He pushed himself tot hat next level and Fernando felt Lance's throat with the tip of his cock. It only made the pleasure rush further in the other driver.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Lance. My angel. Every day I see you, I am reminded of heaven. And with your lips around my cock, I am able to feel it. You're a good apparent, and teammate. But you were always a better lover." And Fernando watched Lance glow under the praise and the affection.
Lance relaxed a little and continued to work his mouth on Fernando's cock. Collared and adored like a beautiful pet. But he knew that he was much more than some pretty thing in Fernando's orbit. The affection between them was deep. And the want between them was palpable. A thrum ran through the both of them.
"Fuck." Fernando hissed through a tense jaw as he leaned back further against the bed and let Lance continue to pleasure him. With a few more thrusts, Fernando came down Lance's mouth.
Lance relaxed further against the older man as he took down Fernando's cum down his throat. He groaned before he pulled back and went to rest on his heels. But he didn't get too far before Fernando pulled him back in and rubbed his slick cock against the other's face.
Lance squeezed his eye shut and let Fernando's cock rub into him. He felt the softened flesh against his cheek and it only excited him more. Maybe this collar was a good idea after all.
He looked up, his gaze hungry and his tongue out of his mouth. He looked excited and it made Fernando's cock perk up a little. He looked really good, still ready to go after one round. How sweet. Fernando held onto his collar a little tighter and he gripped onto the back of the other man's thighs.
"Hungry thing." The Spanish driver said lowly and Lance always laughed.
"You're killing me, Nando." Lance said. He could taste the older man's cock still in his mouth. He chuckled to himself lowly and held on with such love for Fernando. He gave one last look to the older man, there was a glimmer in his brown eyes as he said, "C'mon. let's see how hard you can yank my leash."
And Fernando wondered if he could get Lance to wear his pretty little teal collar all race weekend.
a/n: hello strollonso community, i hope you welcome me to your humble fandom!
