#Bezzetti

[celestinovietti]

marco bezzecchi just watching celestino vietti his bf have a meltdown 🌊🩵

[hotmessmaxpress]

Cele can’t stop staring at the tattoo. He’s not sure when Bez got it, but now that he knows it’s there it is all he can think about.

They haven’t spent time with each other in weeks, seeing each other only for short moments in between other commitments. Now that they’ve got time together, though, Cele finds he has nothing to say.

Bez talks for the both of them, catching him up on the cult he’s been spending time with, and whipping out his phone to show him some Instagram posts he has saved. Celestino can’t say he cares, but he also doesn’t have to fake enthusiasm. He easily gets excited about things just because Bez is excited.

Still, the tattoo. It’s a distraction from the world around him, and Cele is only vaguely aware of Bez talking.

“When did you get that?” Cele asks, gesturing to where the tattoo has been peeking out from the top of Bez’s shirt.

Bez, who was clearly in the middle of a sentence Cele wasn’t listening to, is thrown for a moment as he tries to figure out what Cele is talking about.

“Oh! The tattoo? Pretty recently. Over the break.”

Cele hums in acknowledgement.

“Why there?”

Bez flushes and gets a wicked smile on his face.

“For hand placement. It’s where your palm goes if you want to-“

The noise Cele makes is humiliating. It stops Bez in his tracks and he begins laughing.

“Here,” he says, still laughing at Cele.

He grabs Cele’s hand and drags it up to his neck, pressing his palm to the number. Cele’s fingers close instinctively, wrapping around Bez’s neck with just a little pressure.

The air is sucked out of the room and suddenly it doesn’t feel like a joke. Bez is still smiling but his pupils have blown wide and dark. They’re both breathing heavily and Cele starts to feel like they’re on the precipice of something.

Bez’s hand drops away from Cele’s hand, leaving it there. Cele doesn’t know how they got to this point so quickly.

He stares at Bez for a long moment, waiting on the other man to break the tension and laugh it off, or shake Cele’s hand away.

He doesn’t.

Cele tightens his hand around Bez’s throat and kisses him.

[formulapookie]

🦂🌊

Don't speak just feel bezzetti, 2.1 k words

smut under the cut

There must be something like 35 degrees in this god forsaken room right now.

The smell of sex and Bez’s cologne is filling up Cele’s nostrils, making him dumb. Well, dumber than he already is.

He's been on edge for what? Two? Three hours maybe? Maybe even more, he  doesn’t fucking know.  The only thing he knows is he needs to cum, needs to have his release or he’s he’s going to go fucking mad.

Bez smells so good, sounds so perfect, everything he does or says get him more and more aroused. 

“You’re so good Celin, so so good, behaving so perfectly for me, only for me yes?”

Cele nods, hes so fucking hard he wants to cry, he needs Bez to make him cum, then he wants to feel the older inside, again, until he can’t even say his name anymore.

His senses are enlightened, multiplied a hundred times, each little movement of Bez’s hand on his cock feels like a hundred degrees more rising in his stomach.

He moans louder when Bez presses into his slit, making his back arch and his eyes water more.

“Don’t lose control Celin, keep being my good boy, and I promise I’m letting you have a nice reward at the end”

Cele nods again, he needs it.

Needs to cum as much as he needs to breathe, maybe even more than that.

He feels Bez’s lips on his neck, so fucking hot, he leaves a bruise there, Cele bets he’s full of them by now, that sensation is the only thing keeping him from detaching from reality.

“Celin, are you still with me?”

Cele nods again, moaning at Bez’s movement, his thigh twitches under Bez’s attention, and the older uses that weakness to place a hand there, his stupid long and hot hand keeping him still.

“Don’t. Move.”

Cele wants to beg, needs Bez to fucking act on his delayed orgasm now, because he wants to cum. 

“Wish I could see your eyes now amore, crying from this, so full with need I would give you everything you ask for”

Cele makes a muffled sound, he wants that too, wants it so much it hurts.

He can’t touch, see or speak, he can just hear, smell and feel.

In all honesty this situation is his fault, he decided to get Bez jealous, he was the one who basically flirted with the barista, he went and glued himself to Pecco touching and giggling at his muscles.

It’s only fair Bez chose this as a punishment for his actions.

He moves his fingers, well at least he can move them, the bloodstream hasn’t been stopped completely by the pretty red ropes tying his arms together behind his back.

The ropes feel hot against his skin, he’s sure he’ll have marks from them as soon as he gets them off.

He’s sat kneeling on the bed, his abs are tight, tensed up, he knows Bez must be liking the view.

He wishes he could see it, but the blindfold is too fucking thick in front of his eyes, he can’t even see a little bit of light through it.

Bez has been touching him for forever now, after fucking him and filling him up, he can feel his boyfriend’s release still inside him, a unholy squelching sound every time he moves slightly.

Bez kisses the corner of his mouth, still never stopping his strokes.

“You want to cum I bet”

Cele nods once again, he can’t even fucking talk with that fucking gag ball he’s got, he’s just drooling around it, getting it wet and shiny.

“Like your dick when I tease too much” Bez had said at the view.

“I don’t think you deserve it yet now do you? I’m really really upset by the little stunt you pulled today, you know”

Bez stops his movements, Cele presses his legs together for a bit of friction but bets slapped on his thigh.

“No no bimbo, you can’t do anything, do I have to tie your pretty thighs too?”

No no no no he might just die if this shit happens now.

He shakes his head, he just wants his release, wants to beg for it.

“If I take off the blindfold will you behave?”

Cele nods, he’s been doing that an awful amount of times now, he needs to look at Bez in the eyes, maybe he’ll take pity, maybe he’ll let him cum.

Or maybe he will just look at him and make him needier without actually giving him anything.

Both options are really attractive.

“Ok then, I’m taking it off, you deserve it”

Bez’s fingers dance around the string tying the blindfold for as much as two seconds before pulling it and letting the fabric fall, finally letting Cele see a bit of the room around him.

It’s night, but there’s a soft light from the bedside table and the moon shining through the window so he can actually see Bez’s expression, even if it gets him a bit to gain back his sight.

“Oh Cele now you can look at yourself, so pretty for me” Bez takes his chin between his fingers and turns him to face the mirror.

He can’t lie, he’s hot like that.

Black hair disheveled and messy, dry tears at the corner of his eyes, drooling around the gag ball and his dick hard in Bez’s hand.

“You’re so beautiful bimbo, I would’ve let you cum hours ago if you didn’t act like a slut at the party, you know that right? But I think now you’ve earned it”

Cele tries to get out a “please” but with the gag ball on it only comes out a muffled sound, making Bez smirk.

“Let’s do this, since you behaved so good when I took off the blindfold you can cum twice, ok?”

Cele can’t even nod this time because Bez gets his hand around his dick again and strokes.

“I’d say the first just with my hand and the second one while I fuck you”

It’s not even a question, Bez knows Cele will like it, knows he wants it bad.

The older shifts to be directly behind him, he can feel the hard on pressing on his back, Bez’s lust filled eyes staring at his figure in the mirror.

He starts kissing at his collarbone, Cele forced to look at himself as he crumbles under Bez’s touch.

His boyfriend resumes his movements around his dick, slow, calculated ones, each dragging him closer to an orgasm he’s been chasing for way too long.

He can see that damn “12” tattooed on Bez’s ring finger, and seeing it wrapped around his cock makes him feel owned.

“If you look away I’m stopping bimbo, so if I were you I’d look at myself”

It’s filthy, but so good, degrading in a way that gets Cele hot under his skin. He moans again when Bez passes a thumb on its head, shivers all over his body.

The older sucks a hickey on his neck as his strokes quicken, his hand working faster and faster to get him off.

“Be good bimbo, cum for me, cum all over my fist”

Something that sounds vaguely like “Marco” comes out Cele’s mouth before he arches his back and finally comes, hot white liquid flowing out his dick like a fountain, he’s never came this hard before, he’s rolled his eyes back, he can feel electricity in each of his limbs, his brain is completely empty, just pure pleasure filling every inch of his body.

“Fuck I didn’t think you could cum that hard look at you, you’re still leaking eh, look how much you had in you”

Bez hasn’t stopped smirking since he took off Cele's blindfold, probably he’s been doing that since before even.

Bez’s fingers are completely coated with cum, white and glistening, and he’s already thought of a way not to waste it.

“Gonna fuck you now yes? You behaved well but I'm still angry by your little act from before, so you’re gonna keep that little toy in your mouth mh? So you are not so loud when I fuck you stupid”

Cele begs with his eyes, to please please please let him free to speak and scream his name.

“I love that you think looking at me like that will get me nice Celin, but it won’t work tonight, you actually have to face the consequences of your actions, so maybe next time you will think twice before acting like that”

Bez puts a hand on his back, he’s fucking hard again, he wants to cry.

“Spread your knees, good like that”

Cele barely manages to follow the order Bez is pushing two cum-coated fingers inside, spreading him way more than necessary, this is just a way to remind Cele he has no power in this, every ultimate decision is up to his boyfriend.

“You’re gonna take me so well aren’t you? Would you take the others too like this? The barista maybe?” Cele shakes his head, Bez adds a third finger and finds his prostate, but Cele knows he can’t cum until he’s been fucked and Bez gave his permission. “Or Pecco? You seemed so interested in his arms today, you were clinging to him, if you needed attention so bad you could’ve just begged me to fuck you like very other time, instead you had to act like that and now look, you’re being punished”

Cele’s entire body shivers, he wants to get fucked so hard he can’t think anymore, not even about the gag still in his mouth.

He moans again and looks up meeting Bez’s gaze in the mirror.

“You want to see how beautiful you look when I fuck you? I’ll show you”

Bez gets a hand tangled in cele’s hair, tugging at them slightly and making sure he has to look in the mirror.

He aligns his dick with the younger’s hole, which by now is all pink and spent.

“Perfect” he whispers before pushing inside, burying himself deep already at the first thrust, leaving no time for Cele to focus that he’s already pounding him in the mattress, holding his head up by his hair and using his other hand to squeeze his ass.

Bez is nice, usually. Romantic, caring, sweet, considerate. But right now he’s fucking him like he hates him, and God it’s hot.

Cele can’t look away, he watches himself get pathetically more and more aroused for Bez, absolutely wrecking him, his pace fast and deep, almost dirty, like it’s something to be done in a great rush and secrecy.

“You look good like this, you know? Crying and moaning under me. Might have you do it more often amore”

Cele is so fucking sensitive, at everything. Words, touch, thrusts, sounds.

So when Bez groans directly beside his ear it’s really not his fault if he almost comes, and it’s really not his fault when he gets on the edge again once his boyfriend calls him beautiful again.

Once Bez starts kissing at the nape of his neck he feels like he could never ask for something better in his life.

He’s being fucked senseless, yeah, seeing stars at every thrust, but the kisses are tender, loving, possessive in a sweet way.

Cele thinks about Bez’s tattooed finger curled around his neck, branding him like a property, and he’s on the verge again.

When Bez starts losing the rhythm Cele finally knows he’ll cum soon, Bez likes filling him up when he just had his release, because he’s oversensitive and clenches around him in a way that makes the older go crazy for it.

“Fuck I love you Celin I love you”

It doesn’t take long from there, just a few more thrusts, and then Cele is coming again, just as much as the first time, untouched, moaning around the gag in the desperate hope Bez will actually pity him and take it off.

Luckily, orgasms get Bez vulnerable at his pleas, and he immediately removes the toy and lets it fall on the bed, letting go of cele’s hair and turning the younger’s head slightly just to manage to kiss him deeply, moaning in his mouth when he finally cums inside the boy.

For five minutes after that, neither speaks, they just calm their breaths down, Bez unties Cele’s wrists and arms are sore, reddish, itchy even.

Bez kisses all over his neck to say sorry if he’s been harsh, cele answering he was, but he liked that too, so there’s really no need to worry.

“You really looked hot with that thing, only downside I couldn’t kiss you” “Yeah, true” “Can we kiss now?” “Yeah of course amore” “You owe me all the kisses you didn’t give me while fucking me” “oh it’s a lot eh, I warn you” “I love your kisses. I don't care how many you give me, I just need them”

Bez smiles, pressing a chaste kiss on Cele’s lips then letting him get overwhelmed by the insane amount of kisses he deemed fit for that moment.

“Love you”

[anitalianfrie]

"mi piace vederti approcciare" 🤨🏳️‍🌈?

[bezzplaining]

source: delusion

[marco-bezzecchi]

I love how every time the vr46 academy posts another one of their vlogs it basically turns into a day in the life of gay racing husbands marco bezzecchi and celestino vietti

[celestinovietti]

celestino vietti + marco bezzecchi hug compliation 🌊🌶

[formulapookie]

i love doing these

i think bez and cele should soundproof their room like rosquez

[nooripoori]

bezz watched cele and decided to unflop aswell

[anitalianfrie]

bez and cele <3

[bezzplaining]

Protecting his bf 😾

[celestinovietti]

letsgoski🤙🏻🤙🏻 (or the parallels of bezzetti)

[formulapookie]

bezzetti birthday sex.

here's to you dear anon <3 (2.5k words later) under the cut for the smut

Cele knew Bez had something planned for his birthday, because he always had since they were messy kids running around tracks with their minibikes.

They’re still equally as messy, the bikes have changed, sure, but they’re still kinda kids at heart.

Like when last year Bez gifted him the Millenium Falcon Lego set for his 22nd birthday and they spent hours together building it.

Bez’s birthday is almost exactly one month after his, so he always has the chance to one up his boyfriend’s gift in that period, but this time he fears it’s gonna be complicated.

When midnight hits and Pecco uncorks the champagne he bought the day before, Bez immediately picks him up and kisses him, making them both laugh as they try to lose themselves in each other’s arms.

“You are amazing today, happy birthday amore” “You’re making me blush in front of everyone” “You’re so pretty when you do”

They kiss again, then they all chant “Happy Birthday” to Cele before bringing him gifts.

Most of them are bike related things, someone getting him new gloves, someone new knee sliders, someone going out their way and buying him a whole new leathers for training, since his are pretty demolished.

Bez is last, he always is with his gifts, he brings him a little light blue box, of course in his colors, with a blue ribbon around it.

Cele opens it and he doesn’t speak for a few seconds.

“Venice? Really?”

Bez nods, Cele loves that city, always has, but he never had time or chance to go visit it properly.

“Five days, you and me in Venice, no one to bother us with trainings or whatsoever” “I love you” “I know” “After the season ends we’re going to Venice ok?” “I love you so much” “I love you too”

Cele blushes again, Bez hugs him and kisses the bridge of his nose, then everyone starts asking for the cake, chocolate flavored of course, and another hour passes.

Mig gets completely drunk once again and Franky has to actually restrain him from trying to use Rubik as a horse and pace around the house like that, then Pecco takes a handful of cake and basically throws it on Luca’s face who starts running after him with the remaining piece of cake trying to hit him.

Bez and Cele steal every joint Franky tries to roll for himself, and he ends up having to smoke in the bathroom with Mig half asleep beside him in the bathtub asking to “please let me smoke I’ll suck you off later”, and eventually giving in to the compromise.

Bez had cursed because he just needed to take a piss, not to see Mig going at it with Franky in his bathroom.

Pecco and Luca had disappeared at some time during the night only to emerge from the guest bedroom half an hour later looking anything but collected as they usually are, making Cele tease them about it for a good ten minutes.

Rubik tried to steal Cele’s gloves a few times, and Bez couldn’t scold him for the love of God so he just gave his dog a pair of his own gloves to play with, trying to make it less obvious that the pitbull had drooled all over Cele’s new pair.

By three in the morning there’s only a few people left, including Mig and Franky, who visibly had more than just one trip to the bathroom together, judging by the state of Mig’s neck and walking ability.

When even they leave, kinda thrown out by Bez who can’t stand them being all touchy ald flirty on his couch for fuck’s sake, him and Cele are finally alone.

“Enjoyed the birthday?” “Except from the fact Mig and Franky kept the bathroom occupied for the majority of the night yeah, I did” “Oh come on as if we never did that to their house, or Pecco’s, or even at the Ranch when we partied for Pecco’s first title and you dragged me there, or-” “Yeah ok ok I get it I know stop saying it you know I get embarrassed” “Mh yeah that’s exactly why I bring it up”

Cele pushes him jokingly and Bez catches his wrist, pulling him close to his chest, kissing him deeply.

“Hello birthday boy” “Hello my favorite present” “Oh I’m a present now?” “Pretty much the best one of the last three years”

They keep kissing until they stumble in their bed, luckily not the one used by their friends, and Cele gets pinned to the mattress.

“Marco Marco come on” “Eager today?” “Been waiting all night fuck”

Bez smiles as he undresses himself, tossing the shirt somewhere around the room and Cele quickly following him.

As soon as Cele’s half naked he goes to kiss his neck, leaving a pretty dark bruise on it, halfway from the collarbone to his jaw.

He leaves a trail of wet kisses until he reaches the boy's nipple, he recently got it re pierced after Bez convinced him to do it.

And it honestly was one of the best things he did as of lately, he got hypersensitive and Bez can pretty much play with him and get him dumb whenever, especially if he’s already as aroused as he is now.

“Love this on you Celin, you look so cute when you squirm because I tease you” “You get - fuck - you get sensitive there too don’t act so superior”

Bez doesn’t leave the younger much time before beginning to suck on that nipple, toying with the other one in the meantime.

“Marco fuck”

Bez smiles against his chest, not interrupting his game, but moving the hand busy with Cele’s nipple down to unzip his pants and cup him through his boxers.

Cele arches his back slightly, his hand going to tug at the mess of curls Bez’s hair are right now, making the older moan lightly.

Bez is sensitive pretty much everywhere, but neck, nipples and hair are his most sensitive places, if they’re fucking and Cele is riding him all he has to do is get his hands in Bez’s hair and pull and he’ll get really close really fast.

Cele feels hot all over, he wants Bez inside him now, wants his stupidly big hand holding him down as he fucks him so good he wakes up still feeling it.

But as always the other loves to drive him slowly insane, more than he already is, toy with him as if he’s a mouse and Bez is a cat.

“Stop teasing it’s my birthday come on” “So when my birthday comes in a month I can boss you around like you’re trying to do now Celin?” “I don’t-  yes you can but now -” “You promised eh Celin, remember, now what do you want me to do?”

Cele bites his lip, there’s a thin string of saliva still connecting Bez’s mouth to his nipple and it’s fucking hot.

“I just want you inside please” “As you wish”

Bez removes his hand from the front of Cele’s boxers, which by now are basically soaked in precum, yanking off his pants and wet boxers making Cele groan in pleasure

He looks for the lube, three seconds during which his boyfriend props himself up to unzip his pants and urge him to be quick.

“I don’t care how eager you are amore, I still need to prep you ok?” “But come onnnn, we fucked yesterday I’m - I’m ready” “No you are not, not lay back and let me make you feel good alright? I promise I’ll fuck you so well Celin”

The boy whines as Bez pushes him on the mattress again, then he hears the sound of lube being squeezed and a cold sensation around his hole.

Bez’s lips find their place below his jaw once again, leaving small and numerous kisses all over it, while he pushes the first and almost immediately second finger in.

Cele’s hands fly to grab onto Bez’s back, nails scratching lightly already. He wants him so much he can’t even describe it, Bez always had this effect on him, since the first time they ever had sex, he’s addictive, you have him once you want him forever.

“Gonna use a third finger ok? Then I promise I’m fucking you” “Yes yes it’s ok it’s good just be quick with it I want you”

Bez smiles against his jaw, it comes natural to him when he’s with Cele, whatever situation they’re in.

When he pushes the third finger in, Cele digs his nails a bit deeper in Bez’s back, making him whine and speed up his movements, he’s scissoring and stretching him so well Cele thinks he might just come from that alone.

It’s overwhelming, it always is, the precision and rapidity of Bez’s fingers, they reach places inside him he can’t reach on his own, when he’s alone at home and he misses Bez’s touch, and tries to do what he does, but can never get that deep or fast or precise like Bez does, and that gets him insane.

“Fuck - I’m ready Marco I swear”

Bez leaves another hickey on Cele’s neck before removing his fingers and swapping them for his cock, which is painfully hard in his boxers now.

They kiss, a mess of teeth and tongue as the older get properly naked and starts pushing inside him, slowly but so fucking deep it has Cele moaning in three seconds.

By now his nails must’ve left marks, which is fucking hot for both of them, mostly for Cele, as Bez pulls out and slams back in making his back arch in pleasure he looks for the “C” he painted on Bez’s shoulderblade the day before with hickeys, then as soon as the older behind moving and setting his usual quick pace his mind gets lost.

It’s like waves of continuous pleasure drawing him at every thrust, Bez’s grunts just getting him more and more needy for it, like fuel to an already burning fire.

“Marco kiss me please”

And he doesn’t wait to hear it twice, Bez just presses their lips together, pushing his tongue past Cele’s teeth and never interrupting his thrusts, actually increasing the speed and depth of them.

“I love you so much” “I know” “What are you - fuck - Han Solo?” “Would you dress like Leila?” “Fuck off” “You’d look good Celin, you’d be my princess wouldn’t that be hot?”

Cele has to muffle a moan, he doesn’t know if it’s just the word princess or Bez saying it but it gets him immediately closer to the edge, and obviously Bez notices.

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? To be my little princess, get treated like royalty while I fuck you so good you forget your name?”

Cele moans again, Bez hits his prostate and he can’t help it, it’s all together and it’s all so much.

He’s so so close, he can feel the knot in his stomach about to burst.

“Mh not yet baby” “No please come on it’s my birthday” “You’re right bimbo, you’re right, but you still have to earn your gift no? So what about you ride me and then you can cum? Sounds good?”

It does. Because whenever he rides Bez he kinda gets the upper hand, he can tease more, and aside from the he loves riding Bez, he gets so deep inside him it almost makes him stupid.

“Yes yeah ok sounds - I’ll do it”

Bez kisses him deeply once again, pulling out and settling for a comfortable position to let Cele have access to his lap.

The older pats his thigh and Cele is quick to crawl to him, almost immediately trying to have Bez inside him again, sitting in his lap and guiding his cock against his hole, sinking on it as soon as he can, moaning loudly at the sensation.

“Come on Celin, you can move”

He follows Bez’s words like a command, and begins moving, tilting his head back as he rides Bez’s dick, so eager to come and make his boyfriend do the same.

His hands almost automatically go for the older’s hair, pulling him closer to his face to kiss him.

Cele moans inside Bez’s mouth, who’s eagerly swallowing every sound coming from the younger, especially once he gets his hands on Cele’s ass and squeezes it, helping him out with his movements.

“Are you tired already Celin? You want me to finish the job for you?”

And yeah, he actually is, his thighs are giving up, his brain is all over the place, sensitivity multiplied by a thousand times, and he really just finds it hot whenever Bez takes over the situation.

“Please”

Bez moans in his mouth before starting to meet his movements with harsh and deep thrusts, it’s obvious he’s close as well, Cele can tell by the way his moans are becoming louder and closer between them and the way he’s pulling him against his chest to feel him more.

Once Bez gets his free hand around his dick Cele knows it’s over, all it takes it’s a few strokes and he’s coming all over his boyfriend’s hand, leaking hot liquid making its way and dripping onto Bez’s thigh, while the older can only last so much before burying himself deep inside Cele and painting him white, Cele’s hypersensitive hole clenching at the hot sensation inside.

He climbs off Bez’s lap, cuddling beside him as he shifts to be laying on the bed, both taking deep breaths and looking at each other smiling.

“Fuck” “That was - god that was really good” “I still can’t believe I get to have you Marco” “Oh come on, at the latest it’s me who can’t believe I’m your boyfriend”

It makes Cele blush, the way Bez looks at him with the sun in his eyes.

“Can I make an early gift for your birthday?” “Always Celin”

He gets back on top of him, Bez casting a questioning look, then Cele lowers his head to level with his chest and Bez gets it.

“You possessive basta- fuck”

He’s drawing a heart with hickeys around his pierced nipple, something he’s done thousands of times now, to mark Bez as his, off limits for whoever may try to steal a glance at him.

He gets it done in less than one minute, then looks at his artwork for a good other few minutes.

“Happy now?” “Very” “Come here come on, I wanna cuddle you” “You’re always so -  you seem like a koala post sex you know?” “You enjoy me being clingy tho” “Yeah I do” “Then come here, we have to be up in like two hours to get to the Ranch” “No let’s stay here” “We got the race Celin” “I can’t wait for the season to be over do we can go to Venice” “Five days” “I’m already thinking of a few things we can do in five days there”

Bez smiles, leaving a kiss on Cele’s cheek before feeling him slowly drifting to sleep and quickly following him, keeping him tight in the hug. They’ll worry about cleaning up sometime later, right now the important thing it’s they’re together.

[dickinfectionbez]

we have bezzetti at home

bezzetti at home:

[anitalianfrie]

Shitty footage to support my claims

[bezzplaining]

(Some) ships and their children.

Rosquez:

Pedrenzo:

Mavio:

Pecco/Luca:

Bezzetti: