#Dóri’s summer celebration

[tetralea]

6. “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

Sooo number 6 was a very popular one. I think I got a bit carried away with it before stepping on the break hehe. I hope all of you are gone enjoy who asked for it. 😘

I also slid this one in the story!

Okaaay. So this is kinda lestappen after the quali yesterday.

Being there with Max again was something else. It was not only being at the top, having a chance to fight. It was also about being there with Max.

He hasn’t really had the chance to do so since, well since they were official. Not public, but official. After at least a year of dancing around each other falling in and out of each other’s bed and arms.

It felt good.

He looked to his right just to see Max stealing glances of him mind-interview. He tried to but back his smile but it was more and more difficult. Max kept glancing at him and god damn it both of them needed to get a grip.

It was not a surprise when a firm hand on his wrist grabbed him in the five free minutes he could have after qualifying. Charles let himself be dragged between the motorhomes. The warm fingers around his wrist led the way, and he tries not to beam at the broad back in dark blue in front of him.

Max stopped between two exhaust fans, turning around, that one hand his wrist slid up to his elbow, pulling, and he stepped closer. Two hands landed on Max’s elbow and it was Charles’ turn to tug on them, hiding themselves between the fans even more.

“They will be looking for us.” He whispered, hands hurriedly grabbing and circling around the broad torso when Max stepped closer.

A small smile appeared on the plump lips, and Charles wanted tot kiss him so bad. “Let them search.” Max caged him against the metal surface, chest to chest. These damn fireproofs, with the overalls hanging on their hips already, were way too thick. “The only person I care to be with right now is here.” So honest.

Charles had to bite his lip to stop the giddy smile spreading even more. Max’s ego didn’t need any more inflation when it came to wooing Charles.

Yet the small move didn’t go unnoticed, a smug one followed.

Charles raised his arms, circling them around Max’s neck, pulling his cap off in the process. “Jesus, just kiss me already.” He sounded already breathless but he had not time to dwell on it. Max did as he was asked, pressing his lips against the cupidbow ones, sucking the bottom one between his own, eliciting a small sound from Charles. The response was hungry.

It wasn’t even a second when their tongues met, moaning into the kiss, Charles’ leg sliding up on Max’s calf, beaconing him closer.

A big palm landed on the pretty face, covering almost all of his neck, tilting Charles’ head. Another hungry moan.

The red overall clad leg was now around Max’s waist, pressing against the rounded ass, pressing their bodies together. Impossibly close.

Charles moved his hips to meet Max’s in a desperate attempt to soothe the ache in his body. The same ache he felt while putting on the million bracelets after qualifying, when Max walked to him, glowing, and beautiful. While Max explained him the same track he also raced on, but he listened and looked, maybe he was starting, a deep thirst forming in his belly, creeping up his spine, making his lips tingle.

He loaned between the swollen lips again, hands in the damp blonde hair and clutching that damn blue fireproof.

Max got lost in it, the kiss, the sensations, Charles cock pressing to his owns trough the thick clothes. The look Charles gave him when he walked up to him after the interview, like he would wanted to jump him then and there.

Maybe there was something in the water or the air there, making them crave the other on a visceral level.

He reached between his bodies, making space, almost pulling their cocks free. There were no underwear, just the fireproofs and it was too tempting not to push them down just a bit, to feel Charles hot, hard cock against his own.

“Are we really going to fuck here?” The question was breathless, lips catching on Charles’ while speaking the shaking words. “What if someone sees us?” He asked trying to ration the both of them.

It felt like it was too late. They were undeniably hard and flushed, hair a mess from their hands tugging and running trough it.

He was grinding against Charles, fireproofs darkening around their tips, pre-cum sweeping trough the material.

The sigh falling from Charles’ lips was purely sinful, his hips meeting with Max’s in a hurried rhythm.

“No one is coming here.” The words were mushed by the wet lips traveling on Max’s neck, lapping at the salty skin, blurring the lines between ration and desire.

“They could.” Max squeezed the eager hips. He only noticed the noise Charles movements were making on the metal behind them. “Keep your hips still, baby. Don’t move!” He tried in a desperate attempt, to keep it as silent as they could.

“M so close.” Sharp teeth bit his neck and who he was kidding, Charles cried the words, hips twitching under his palms.

“I am too but-“ It was hard to speak or reason when Charles’ hand slid into his pants. “Holly fuck.”

The blue eyes met with the green ones, they were hazy, lust blown and barely opened. Fuck. Charles saw Max’s blue eyes darken even more as he moved his hand around his cock. It was awkward and uncomfortable with clothes still on, but he never imagined being this hungry for the blonde over a few looks and secret well kept.

“Meet me in my suite later.” Max blurted out, lips once again meeting with the parted pink ones.

It was hard to progress his words.

“I have a huge balcony no one can look into, I’ll fuck your all you like there, but we can’t go with cum stained pants to the presser.” Knowing all too well Charles will whine and reach after him, he slid his hand onto his pants, rubbing his leaking cock, their lips meeting in a brain melting kiss, and Max was gone before Charles could have processed it.

By the time he opened his lust heavy eyes he only saw Max standing a few steps ahead of him, checking is he was alright.

After the longest hours in existence, finally Charles was walking out of Max’s bathroom, tying the bathing robe on his waist lightly, padding towards the balcony.

He was promised a night long fucking and he wanted to start with riding Max the robe hopefully covering most of it.

The blue eyes turned towards him the second he stepped out of the sliding door.

“Pease tell me you are naked under that.”

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[tetralea]

41. “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

pls with lots of teasing and orgasm delaying

Okay, this got intense I think. Let me know what you think! 😘

Charles’ whole body was trembling. He wasn’t restrained and he didn’t know if he was happy about it or not. Maybe if he was it would have been easier to stay still.

Max had him on his back, legs pushed up high in the last, well, Charles had no idea for how long to be precise. It had been too long. Agonisingly long.

Max was between his legs slowly taking him apart and he did an awfully good job in that. His muscles started to spasm and twitch, his hazy, pleasure ridden mind being able to control less and less his instincts.

He was supposed to stay still, to keep like that until Max was teasing him.

And Max was teasing him.

His mouth and lips just as cruel as skilled. He had full access to Charles’ body and the monegasque didn’t know if he loved or hated the situation. Probably the first but he wasn’t sure. He needed the teasing to stop.

Max was kissing and licking and sucking and touching his cock with the lightest, tentative touches he ever experienced. They were barely there and it was the most agonising thing. They were there yet not enough, not long enough not strong enough, not giving nearly enough sensations to Charles and he wanted to scream.

To Max’s pleasure his boyfriend started to be louder and louder, and by now Charles was constantly making some sounds. He was either moaning and groaning in appreciation when Max finally wrapped his lips around his tip swirling his tongue finally showing some mercy, or the sounds turned into whimpers and little cries when his rapidly built orgasm started to fade as Max returned to his little teasing touches.

It has been going on for a long time. He was stupid to even agree to this but at the same time he loved every fucking second of it.

Max was barely circled his tongue around his tip while his wet fingers slid down to his ass. Charles almost yelped.

“Stay still.” Max reminded him, with one arm keeping Charles’ hips grounded, the other hand lightly playing around the tight hole. His movements stilled, waiting. Waiting until Charles relaxed and stilled. “That’s it.” His purr was almost too much.

The fingers returned with timid, or seemingly timid touches, Max’s thumb lightly stroking the small but sensitive perineum.

Charles choked on the heavy air surrounding them. He was desperate to keep his hips still while his back arched, a choked back moan ripping from his lips. “Max.”

He only received a small hum, while the blonde leaned closer, his hot breath fanning across Charles skin, eliciting a shudder from his body. He knew what was coming and he tried to brace himself.

His body was reaching its limit and his skin was overly sensitive, making every little move of Max’s a thousand times more powerful.

He sucked in a breath when the wet tongue traced the same way as the fingers. He felt like his body was about to explode from the vast need in him. The long fingers run trough the crisp sheets of the bed, trying to keep still yet getting rid of the tension in him. It was agonising. It was pleasurable.

Max took his time, licking and kissing the small space, while completely neglecting Charles leaking cock.

Fuck.

His fingers were now dancing across the pulsing hole, and Charles was trying not to lose his minds over what was to come.

The same dance, the same play and he was panting, trashing against the sheets, he needed some release. He wasn’t ready to beg for it yet.

Max licked and kissed his entrance, his tongue never really flattening against it, always on the edge, always keeping Charles on his limits.

It was sudden and unexpected when a warm palm wrapped around the yearning cock, slowly stroking it. Charles cried out.

Finally.

His muscles relaxed, head and neck melting against the bed from their tense arching before, his body was becoming jelly as the place of cruel teasing was replaced by gentle pleasure. Max was licking his tip now, slowly swallowing his cock, while one fingertip slipped inside him. Just enough to push him to the edge for the tenth time that day. His ears were ringing, his heart beating faster and he was sure Andrea will ask him about it when looking at his data from the ouraring, he was feeling dizzy. It was like his body came back to life too fast and now tried to keep up with his rapidly growing edge. Closing his eyes he gave himself to the sensations, not overwhelming but enough to slowly and steadily push him over. He was almost there, with a shaky breath his hips jerked.

Max stopped and Charles cried out, whimpering, laughing in agony. “No, no, please.” He tried to buck his hips but they met with thin air.

Fuck.

Max placed a kiss on his cock and Charles’ everything jumped. “Not yet.”

It was a question how many more he could take.

With the small touches starting again, his limbs started to become jelly, his mind more and more foggy with each edge until he wasn’t sure he even wanted to get there at all. Yet he did, every time he let himself be fooled, and eagerly took all what Max was giving him, only to cry out at the end when it was snatched away.

After rounds of edging Max sat up, taking his cock into his hand pumping himself slowly.

The green eyes opened a little, zeroing in on the sight in front of him.

“You won’t fit.” It was a small sentence but he was proud it sounded coherent and English. Feeling his saliva drying in the corner of his mouth, his lips chapped, body heavy and spent, he started to realise how gone he was in the last minutes.

Max leaned down, kissing his lips gently, he didn’t except such a hungry response, Charles kissing him back with a fever.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” The question was softly spoken yet it had an edge to it. “We agreed, only teasing tonight. If you can take it, I’ll reward you tomorrow.” Max explained, kissing along the stubbles jaw, before returning to the pink lips.

“Please, I really need it.” Charles whispered weakly, his hands finally coming up to cradle Max closer.

It was nice, and Max knew, god damn he saw how much Charles needed it, to be fucked and filled and come, but he couldn’t give in. He wanted to, he wanted to make his boyfriend feel good, but they also had an agreement. Charles asked for this. He asked Max to edge and tease him and ruin his orgasm if he has to, to work him up until he was absolutely desperate and only give into his please 24 hours later.

It was difficult as difficult for Max as it was for Charles, but he wanted to go trough with it if this was what made Charles tick, if this gave him an even bigger satisfaction a stronger orgasm tomorrow.

“How do you feel, baby? Do you think you can make it?” He asked with a clear voice, checking in on Charles for a second.

There was silence, and he heard as his boyfriend was contemplating his options, he could have safe word and ask Max to stop and just finish it as usual, but he has already came a long way, as bad as it sounded he wanted that utter desperation.

He cleared his throat, hands holding onto Max still. “Green.”

“Good, so good.” Max praised and Charles whined and he knew he had to finish it soon.

Kneeling back, he looked at the fucked out brunette and he wanted to just sink his cock balls deep in him, but that would have been too much of a satisfaction. “I could fuck you, baby, and not letting you come would be bad, but I’m not gonna do that.” His explanation didn’t go unnoticed by Charles, even when he was watching his moves like a hawk. Max put a nice amount of lube on his tip, to Charles’ utter confusion.

He lined up his cool, heavy tip burning the spent skin, and Charles felt like his brain was malfunctioning. Max sad he won’t fuck him. Maybe he has some mercy after all.

If only.

He fell for it again, and this was worst than anything before. Max pushed his tip in, just to tease and taunt Charles’ body, just to give him that promising stretch but the rest never came. His yearning hole was pulsing, cock twitching and leaking, ten fingers grabbing the sheets almost ripping them in a vain attempt to keep his hips from pushing down, try to get more of Max in him self.

He heard a ‘tsk’ and felt a heavy arm keeping him in place again. “No, baby, be patient. You’ll get it tomorrow, if you behave now.” Max sank in a tad bit deeper, to stretch Charles even more earning a breathless pleading sound before his hand found his shaft gain. “I’m gonna come inside you without giving you anything and you will take it, and if you do I’ll fuck you as much as you want tomorrow.” It was a promise he intended to keep, but first it was Charles’ turn to hold it together. He could have said something, he could have grabbed Max, he was strong enough he knew that, yet he didn’t. With small whines and his eyes rolling back, breathing heavy he watched as Max was jerking off, his own cock pulsing and leaking in desperation. Was he gonna come untouched?

Max moved his hands faster, his sounds resembling to quiet moans now as he got closer and closer and Charles thought it was just cruel how easily Max could do that. He needed that too.

He bit his lips fighting back his own orgasm, cursing and trashing his upper body against the sheets.

“Fuck, Charles. You are so tight.” Max moaned before making himself come, his warm cum spilling into the tight heat, filling Charles up and pushing him right to the edge.

“Max, I’m gonna-, Max, Max!” He sounded panicked, disappointed.

He braced himself for the powerful feeling, sucked in a breath and waited the long seconds, but instead three fingers grabbed his cock, right at the base pushing his orgasm back. Charles shook, a screamed, his hands coming up to sink into his own hair as his body tried to process the intense sensations. His orgasm ripped from him yet gain, half never there half ruined, a few drops of cum leaking from his tip.

He might have blacked out.

He got up to Max caressing his face, kissing his skin, and a warm wet towel sweeping across his abs. “Careful, love. Stay still, I’ll take care of you. You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” He did listen. His limbs were heavy and they felt like they didn’t really belong to him. Max helped. He was still so turned on, his skin prickled to every touch, he was shaking and wanted to scream.

“I don’t think tomorrow can be here fast enough.” He mumbled trying to fight back the urge to touch himself and get it over with.

“It’s gonna be here baby, and until then I’m here.” The blue eyes looked down to him, with much love and tenderness before pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Maybe it’s a yellow.” Charles mumbled, eyes hazy.

“Got it.” Max nodded. “I’m not going anywhere, just rest.”

“I really want to come.” He complained, hoping to get away with it.

“Is that a red?” Max asked seriously. Charles was quiet before shaking his head, melting into the soft embrace. “It will get better, and tomorrow I’ll make you come until, you can’t anymore.”

[tetralea]

Hi darling, saw you are taking prompts. How about a lovely number 16. “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

Maybe for the thing we talked about before? 👀 you know, with those rings 👀👀👀🩷❤️

Okkaayy, love, so I hope this is what you were thinking. I left out a few rings but I think it is still good hehe. 😁

Max thought he wasn't the jealous type. Max knew he wasn't the jealous type. Was he possessive? No, not really, at least he never thought so. Was he possessive at that moment? Yes. Absolutely. Was he mad at anyone or did he have any regrets? No, but he sure as hell wanted to drag Charles away and mark his territory for everyone to see.

When he heard that Seb was doing a little return at the Nurburgring, he knew his already obvious plus one just became even more sure. He was about to bring Charles around, not for sponsors or anything of that sort but because the Ferrari driver was his boyfriend. Their relationship might looked unsure from the outside, but that was not the case on the inside at all. He loved and trusted Charles more than anything, and in return he knew just how much Charles was in love with him, how attached they were to one another. So when Seb started teasing and flirting with Charles he didn't think much of it. It was clear that Charles' old, early crush on Sebastian returned when they met again, and if Max wanted to be honest he got it. The blonde man got back his curls, which were longer now, he looked less tired and more like a cute, young DILF than anything. He got it. He allowed it. It was harmless really.

What he was never ready for was the effect Charles bashful, giggling and blushing, almost losing his English had on him while another man was flirting with him.

Seb was glancing at him now and then to see if he was still okay and Max noded all the time. Maybe he was a masochist after all.

Seb was called away and Charles stayed alone, sipping his water fast, trying his best to get rid of the red tint on his cheeks when Max stepped next to him.

He wanted to greet his boyfriend, tell him about a story Seb just told him, but it wasn't an option. Max's hands grabbed his waist, pulled him flush against his chest and kissed him hard and possessive. The surprised noise was muffled by the lips hard against his own, but he didn't protest. It was good to be wanted so passionately by Max.

Even after Seb's return Max stayed at his side, his hands on Charles and it fell more than a kiss on a whim. Max's hands were everywhere and by the end of the afternoon Charles was desperate. Seb's teasing still had an effect on him but nowhere close to the way it did early on. Max's hand was on his lower back, on his thigh, on his shoulder and arm and occasionally brushed against the swell of his ass when they thought no one was looking.

Saying that it was salvation to get back to the hotel was an understatement.

Max was desperate to have Charles only for himself and Charles wanted to be Max's just as badly. He didn't notice when they started to undress each other, it was all frantic, fingers digging into the taut muscles and the soft flesh, roaming each other's bodies, pulling and holding. Closer. Closer. Closer. That was the only thing Charles could think about even when Max pushed his thighs against his chest and pushed into him, pressing his body into the soft mattress. It was maddening. He was sure Max's back would be full with marks from his nails the next day, and he knew he would feel the thick cock pounding deep in him as well. His pleasure felt like it was coming from his bones, consuming everything in its body as Max suddenly slowed down a little.

"Are you mine?" His voice was weak, panting. "Are you mine and only mine?" Max repeated when he didn't get an immediate response.

Charles needed a second to collect himself, lickig his chapped, dry lips. "I am, you know I am, you know I love you." The sweet reassurance washed over Max, coaxing a muffled sound from him.

"I know you love me." He kissed along the long neck, swirling his tongue across the dark spot he left. "But are you mine?" There was something in the question, something neither he or Charles could name in that moment, but they both felt it.

Charles had to close his eyes, because Max picked up the pace, his pleasure suddenly skyrocketing. "Yes." He tried to meet with the desperate trusts. "I am." He whimpered, trying to open his legs even more, feeling Max sink just a tad bit deeper. "I am yours, all yours." He only hoped Max understood him through the heavy breathing. It was hard to hear everything right in that moment, because Max hit his prostate hard for a few minutes now and he couldn't hold it together any longer. He came, his body seizing up, his cock making a mess between their bodies while there was only one word stuck on his lips. "Yours."

Max came fast and hard right after him, it was about furking time.

Charles felt Max pumping him full between the aftershocks of his own orgasm and he felt his cheeks heat up even more.

It wasn't until later when Charles stood in front of the full body mirror, digging his fingers into the dark mark at the junction of his neck with a hiss. "That's very visible, Max." His green eyes found the blue ones through the mirror.

"I know, love." Max tipped his head down a bit while walking behind Charles, circling his arms around the thin body. "But I won't apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you are mine."

After a little huff Charles looked him in the eyes. "Could have chosen a less scandalous way to do it."

"I'd give you a ring, but I didn't bring it here." Max blurted out and it was way too late when he realised what the fuck did he say.

"You what?" Charles chipped, voice high, spinning in Max's arms, eyes searching if he heard it right.

There was silence, and it was perfect.

Charles was stil waiting, eyes frantic to hear the fucking question then finally, while Max was coming to terms with his own words.

"You heard it, baby." Max started quietly. "I wanted to do so for a while, I just never knew how." Admitting it made Charles smile until it reached his eyes, giggling even a little.

"So you basically asked me while we were having sex? Out of all the options?" The question made Max pause a bit before nodding. Yes, he knew it, he felt it when he asked Charles in the bed. They both felt the weight of that promise even in the frenzy of that moment.

"It looks like it." With a small smile Max looked at Charles. "I am not gonna kneel because I can't let you go now, but Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc," he inhaled and he barely heard his own voice from the adrenaline. He saw Charles' face change, from tense anticipation to the biggest happies smile, nodding, tearing up and ultimately pulling him into a bruising kiss. The kiss felt endless, and Max felt his legs bringing him somewhere while he was holding Charles tight, pressed to him.

He only came back to his senses when they were in bed again, Charles in his arms, their naked bodies tangled together in a second post-orgasm haze.

The next day's meeting with Seb was a spectacle. The older driver walked to Charles with the smuggest grinn. Charles was clearly tired, needed to sleep, and looked like he was having the best sex of his life last night, still mentally recovering from it.

"Looks like you had a good night."

Charles shot him a look tugging on the top of his shirt, bringing Seb's attention to exactly where he didn't want it to.

"That looks new." Seb grinned, raising his eyebrows, earning a tired laugh. "You know, the two of you came a long way." He started, his arm around Charles' shoulder detouring themselves from the busy part of the paddock. He saw the cupid bow lips tug into a shy smile, and those supposedly yellow eyes sparkling only the thought of the other boy. "I remember when I asked you if you thought he was pretty."

"Hard to forget." Charles grumbled with a little laugh.

"So what do you say now?" Seb stopped walking, looking at Charles, standing in front of the admittedly taller man. "Is he pretty?" the question left his lips with the biggest teasing grin.

"Who?" Charles' eyes had a glint Seb couldn't really pinpoint.

He rolled his eyes with a laugh. "You know who?"

He never saw it coming, not even when Charles looked at him, his gaze softening for a second in a particular way before the playfulness returned fully. "You mean my fiancé?"

[tetralea]

For the prompts: “You can take it, you’ve done it before.” and “Just a little more.”

Hii! Ah, I love these! I hope you will like a little college core kinda, boarding school kinda elite frat house situation. 🥰

I also added this ask in here below! 😁

Charles was not in his right mind, he knew that but it didn't stop him from going to Max's room anyway. It has been a habit. It was a forbidden one. Not something encouraged in this place. It was for perfect, elite students, and what they were doing was considered highly taboo, not perfect or elite at all.

Too bad it felt way too fucking good, and both Charles and Max lost the will to resist after a while. Max texted him. His roommate was out for a weekend. Charles was there in minutes.

It always started timid, it felt like a favour returned. He helped Max and Max helped him. It has been like that since the previous term. They always had to be quick and it left little room for exploring, and they haven't been too lucky with their roommates either. They were there all the time. Every day. Every night.

So they had to make it quick most times, a handjob, suckig each other off, grinding against the other one almost fully clothed. It wasn't romantic, but it was what they could do. So now with Lando gone they had time, and they had every intention to use it.

Charles was naked in seconds after he arrived and fell into Max's bed getting rid of the stupid uniform on the other boy too.

"I want you." He licked a long line from Max's collarbone and sucked on his earlobe, breathing heavy in his ear.

The blonde one shivered, keening into the tentative touches. "All the way?" Max confirmed running his hands through Charles' hair, holding onto the short strands at the back of his head to keep him in place.

"Yes, please." Ever so polite.

Max pulled him into a bruising kiss, his desires picking up, a little bit of nervousness pooling in his stomach. They have done it before, only a few times and the last time was at least a month ago. He was still worried about hurting Charles, but the excited twitch of his cock reminded him just how much he craved the brunette to become his fully ever since.

Charles was pilant under his body, his hands holding onto Max, grabbing and kneading onto any part he could find. This was still new and overwhelming in the best possible way. Feeling Max's skin against him, his warmth, his raw unrestrained desires were things Charles dreamed about most nights. It felt perfect.

Knowing exactly how to take Charles apart with his hands and tongue gave Max an advantage, and he didn't plan on stopping until Charles was at the absolute brink of pleasure.

Kissing up on his thighs until one hand lazily was jerking the pretty cock, replacing it with his lips, sucking Charles off, while massaging his thighs and playing with the dark nipples or alternating all of these. It wasn't until Charles was heavily panting and his cock leaking that Max pushed his legs up, laying flat on the mattress, his tongue trailing it's way down from the sensitive cock.

Charles shivered, trying to reach Max with his fingers. Their hands met when Max reached out, warmth spreading in his chest for the content sound Charles made, his body visibly relaxing.

The teasing tongue licked at the tight, full balls before trailing down to his perineum, making the pretty body in front of him jerk when he flattened his tongue against the small but powerful area. He licked and kissed the taut skin while one hand was caressing the round ass cheeks.

It was relentless teasing he knew, just right before the sport Charles wanted him but it would help in the end letting Charles loosen up easier. Finally after what seemed like agonising minutes he moved forward, his hot, wet tongue teasing Charles' entrance.

Max felt him being more relaxed thanks to all of his work before, the ring of muscles opening up under his playful tongue quickly after the first overwhelming touches. It was difficult to name the sounds Charles made somewhere between a plea and a cry, small, short sounds spurring Max on endlessly.

Finally he brought his fingers there, circling the wet hole and pushing in a digit.

He wished if he saw Charles, his blissed out face, his lips turning to an 'o' when he pushed in the second finger. It was tight, very tight, but the more spit and lube was mixing around the pretty hole the better his fingers fit. It has been three fingers and he barely could hold it anymore. He needed Charles. Desperately.

Pulling out was careful, putting on the condm and lubing himself up was fast as a lightning.

He sat on his bed while Charles fumbled a little, arranging his feet and pillows under his back.

"Ready?" It was corny but he had to ask and didn't move until a barely audible 'yes' from the brunette.

Lining up with Charles was easy, his entrance opened up easily, swallowing Max's fat tip eagerly. The noises falling from the pink lips made him stop. Coming this early would have been too embarrassing.

When Charles settled and nodded, Max moved again, his tip completely disappearing in the tight heat. The noises again were overwhelming, Charles threw his head back and was breathing heavily, trying his best to get used to the intense sensation. The first inches were always the best, almost pushing him to the edge when it was only fingers, but now? He tried to relax.

Max stopped, massaging his thighs, trying to soothe his lover, he wished if he would lean down to kiss Charles.

"It is not too tight, is it?" The question might have sounded ridiculous but it felt necessary. He did open up Charles, he knew that, but his fingers were not a match for his cock.

"No." It was quick and barely an exhale. "It's just a lot, please keep going." Pursing his lips together Charles exhaled through his nose, his face relaxing, Max feeling the ring of muscle resisting less as well.

He picked up his movement, pushing his hips forward until he was almost all the way in. "You are doing so good." The small praise earned him a small whine and a weak nod, but the feeling of tightness eased nothing around his cock. It was maddening.

Grabbing Charles's hand grabbed his attention as well, the wide blown green eyes looking at him, pleading.

"I can't take more."

Max swallowed, leaning forward, kissing the knuckles one by one. "You can take it, you have done it before." Placing Charles' hand next to his head before a smal kiss, his hand found the half-hard cock and started to tease it.

It was taking all his energy not to start to snap his hips and start to move. It was warm and so fucking inviting. He gave in, a little. Moving with little thrusts and jerking Charles at the same time seemingly had its effect.

The knitted brows smoothened, the pretty lips parted as Charles started to whine in pleasure to every move he made. Finally, he could make Charles feel good, the pleasure slowly overriding his features and actions again. It felt like a victory.

Max was moving now, fucking into Charles slowly, with a deep rythm, holding back to bottom out. "Just a little more. Can you take a little more, baby?" Max moaned, praying for the gods for a yes.

The answer was clear, two hands on his ass, grabbing and kneading pushing him forward, deeper into Charles' body until he was fully in there. "Holly shit."

Starting to move faster and even deeper felt like heaven and he could feel his rgasm building in his spine, in his stomach, in his whole cock. Charles was incredibly tight and hot around him and it took all the little will he had left.

With the new angle he hit that one spot which made the brunette's eyes roll back and cry out his name, and the luder Charles got the harder he fucked into him until he felt charles grabing his own cock and giving himself a few jerks before coming all over his own stomach and torso. His whole body was shaking, eyes closed, mouth open, neck arched, he was fucking beautiful.

Couldn't be able to force his eyes open any longer, Max also came losing his rhythm, spilling into the condom sinking deep into Charles with a few more thrusts.

Trying not to collapse was not an option, mostly when two strong arms were pulling him.

Minutes later he was laying in Charles' arms, their damp skins sticking together, breathing in each other's air but he couldn't have been happier.

"You were so amazing, love." His praise earned back a little bit of the pink tint the brunette had on his cheeks earlier.

"And so loud." Charles covered his face.

"That too." Small kisses landed on the back of both hands. "But first, it's amazing. You took me so well." Peeling away the long fingers was easy to find the pink lips instead. "Maybe a few neighbours didn't get any sleep, but if you'll let me, I'd love to do it again, keeping them up all night if we can."

[tetralea]

Aaa I’m hopping on this prompt train 🤭

I would love 48. “Shall we put that mouth to better use?” if you fancy it :)))

Ayyy, thank you! :) It is gonna be a Maffia AU.Charles captured and tortured my Max in a very non-traditional way. I combined these few asks because they striked me as something darker, so enjoooyy!

Also if and maybe it gets a good response I’m thinking of a part two. 🤭

Not that Max minds some blood but he has a much better technique to make pretty boys like him talk. Being the prodigy son of the Dutch mafia came with certain tasks he liked and some he disliked. He knew when the time will come he will take over leading the gang and he couldn’t disappoint. He was ruthless, determined and didn’t mind using less conventional methods when he saw fit.

Like with this case.

His men captured the successor of the Italian mafia and it felt like his day has been made. It was obvious that he won’t talk easily, it was also clear that the boy had better pain tolerance than most of his men or most people Max has tortured before.

He forbid his men to cut or shoot him, no he had a much better idea. It might take more time, but he broke stronger man with this before.

Taking his time, knowing the substance he gave to the brunette won’t work for a few minutes he poured himself a drink, the ice swirling in the dark liquor. Sipping it, he walked down a long corridor before arriving to the last room. It was quiet. Placing the glass on the little cabinet next to the door, running his hand trough his longer hair and he was ready to start this.

When the door closed behind him all eyes in the room turned to him. “Leave us.” His voice was clear and cold, instructing his men. They knew better than to object. A few lost their fingers, limbs or more for less than that.

Everyone rushed out, leaving Max behind with his guest. “Well, well it looks like this little mouse run into a trap.” He laughed walking towards the brunette man. “I have to tell you, I didn’t think it would work. I thought you were smarter than that-,” his cool ringed fingers hooked under the stubbled chin, tilting it up, “Charles.”

The small movement was followed with something he would have called a hiss, hazy green eyes boring into his blue ones with rage.

“Fuck you.” Charles spit and he tried to jerk his head from the soft grip.

Max made a sound, whipping his tongue, his thumb and index finger holding the pretty face firmly. “Careful with words like that, Charles, we wouldn’t want you to beg for that by the end of the night, right?” The plump lips pulled into a smug grin, nodding with a satisfied expression, when the other man’s eyes opened wide, realisation hitting him like a freight train. “Oh, yes. What you got is exactly what you think it was, and I have a lot more of it would start to wear off.” Max explained, drowning the last ounce of hope Charles had with the last words.

He was in trouble.

“I think it’s already working, yet you still have this fierce look in your eyes. Maybe we should do something about it, hm?”

Charles groaned, trying to rid himself from the chains and ropes holding his body to the chair, but in vain. The long fingers reached their destination, palming Charles trough his pants, eliciting a small involuntary moan from him.

“Oh, it does work.” He whispered, pulling his hand away, starting to undo the buttons on the dirty white shirt. “You know, you can talk and we can just have fun with this.” The offer was generous, but he already knew the answer.

“Yeah, so you can kill me after?” Charles spoke, his voice getting more shaky, his forehead glistening, skin tinted and his breathing more laboured. He got a pretty damn big shot of aphrodisiac after all.

“I won’t kill you.” It was a promise. “Not now or later, not until it has a purpose. And right now you have a lot more purpose alive than dead.”

Charles hated this.

Max reached down running his fingertips on the flushed torso. “You are so pretty and for what?” He tilted his head, licking his lips and he took in his prey. “For whores and some women who doesn’t appreciate you?” His fingers were running up on the strong neck, making Charles shiver until he reached the pink lips, running his thumb across them. “I could take much better care of you.” The blue eyes looked down, not even trying to hide their hunger. “Look at you.” Max licked his lips, fingers still barely grazing the freckled skin, his eyes taking in every bit of exposed skin on Charles. “So fucking beautiful.”

Keeping up his movements, just stroking Charles torso, pinching a nipple or ghosting his palm over the bulge in his pants got the effect he wanted. The brunette was panting, his muscles flexing, hips twitching into the barely their touch, lips opened, eyes closing. He started to feel desperate and Max didn’t even asked him anything. He knew how this would go, or he thought. Max would work him up until he couldn’t take it, hoping he would break, but it would take more than that to break him.

“You can fuck me all night, I won’t say a thing to you, and you know that.” Oh, Max knew, he knew because it wasn’t the first time he met Charles.

“Of course.” He was beaming, making Charles even more mad. Not saying a damn thing after, only fuelled that anger, which started to face when two warm thumbs started to circle and pinch the sensitive nipples.

Max knew what he was doing. He knew too well.

He pinched the dark buds gently first, causing pain was unnecessary, rolling them between his fingers, tugging on them occasionally, not stopping or slowing down not even when Charles started to whimper. His eyes squeezed shut, pressing his lips desperately together, trying to stop the sounds from coming.

“You can make any sound, no one will hear it, the room is soundproof enough.” The explanation only made his heated cheeks darken more. For fucks sake. “They don’t know how do I make you speak, they don’t need to know or approve my methods.” His voice was dark and low, tickling Charles skin as he leaned close, lips touching the soft ears. “There is one thing certain, and you and I both know it. I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit. You will tell me what I need to know.”

Charles didn’t want to shake and shudder under the suggestive words, but he could help it. His closed mouth whimper got long and agonising as his feeling of lust, desire and thirst for pleasure grew rapidly. Faster than anything he ever experienced in his life. It was the substance, he told himself.

When his nipples were spent and sensitive, Max moved further, kneeling in front of him. “Don’t get too excited.” His grin was infatuating and Charles would have said something clever if he dared to open his mouth. He knew what would come out if he did and in that moment his biggest issue was to save his dignity. His cock was rock hard, leaking even, and it was hard to push back a relieved sound when Max pulled him fee from his pants.

“God does have favourites, huh?” The nimble fingers run from his base till his tip. “Having such a pretty cock for this face and that body, fucking unfair.” Max mumbled, his gaze capturing the clouded green eyes.

Like he had any place to complain.

Thinking that this was it was a mistake, because Max didn’t let his cock go, he kept up the gentle, tentative touches, eyes glued to the sight in front of him. Seeing as Charles got more and more flustered and worked up, was a sight not many had the chance to see, Max was one of them. It was a sight to behold. He decided to make it last only for the fun of it.

Playing with the hard, sensitive cock slowly broke the seal on the spent lips, and Charles made the smallest whimpers he ever heard. His head hung heavy, eyes opening and closing not wanting to give that satisfaction to Max too. It was more and more difficult to hold the intense gaze, Charles tried, but there was something in them, something growing and so raw and obvious he had to look away.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Max asked, leaning closer to the twitching, wet cock. Answering was too big of a task for Charles when the hot lips were fanning over his cock, and he wanted to scream. He wanted those plump lips on his cock, on his body, on his own lips. He was so screwed.

He wasn’t nervous because of the staring, what made his stomach shrink and his whole body tingle was the look in Max’s eyes. Plain, raw desire and hunger. Hunger for him.

It has been a while.

He bucked his hips, trying to reach those promising lips.

“So impatient.” Max rolled his eyes but stuck his tongue out, licking a small strip across the leaking tip, sending Charles body into shudders, a torn moan ripping from his lips. “So good?” He asked, teasingly giving him another. Charles had some restrains he had to give that, for the second time he barely managed a tight lipped whimper. “Wow. Let me hear you, I told you, others won’t and I won’t stop until you scream and beg for it, so you might as well just let it go. I won’t tell anyone.” The playful look in Max’s eye had no business being so on point, calling Charles out so shamelessly.

For sucks sake.

Max kept the teasing up, using his hands and lips anywhere and everywhere he could reach Charles’ body, never giving him enough, just a little less than what he needed, just the amount to keep him at the brink of madness.

Maybe an hour had passed, and he had to give it to Charles, the boy was disciplined. He was edging him for a while now and not one word left his mouth. Whimpers and moans, yes, plenty, but not one plea.

“Look at you, it must be pretty uncomfortable now, I know you want to come, your cock is oozing precum into my mouth and you’d fuck my mouth for if you could, so why not just giving me what I want?” He cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand, spit smearing on his pale skin.

Max also ditched his shirt and he peeled it off of the brunette too as much as he could.

“You never asked me anything.” Charles whispered weakly, lifting his head, opening only one eye. He was fucked out and in any other situation Max would have taken him already but not now.

“It’s still the same question Charles. It is the same as always.” The blonde man sat back on his heel, looking curiously at his prisoner. “Tell me where is your base, where are your man and when is the next big shipment arriving, the rest I’ll handle. It so simple.” Max smiled, pivoting on his knees, hands sliding onto the flushed cheeks, swiping away some stray hair from the damp forehead. “Tell me what I want to hear. You know I could always get you off right here and now and we could end your torture.” It was a promise.

Charles knew if he spoke Max will keep his word. “Not like I could walk away like this.” A small almost hysterical laugh bubbled from his mouth. He felt pathetic, and if he was honest he had no idea for how long he could take this. God, the thing he wanted to most in the world right now is coming down on Max’s throat, his cum coating the swollen lips as he came down from his high. His cock jumped to the picture and it was not a good look.

“Yeah, well, that thing you got won’t wear off for 24 hours, so we could take it to my quarters, and I’d give you anything you ever wanted.” Bold words.

“How do you know I’d want that?” Charles asked, even if it sounded ridiculous, they both knew he did.

Shaking his head Max leaned closer, leaving a kiss under Charles’ ear. “I know you.”

Tilting his head, Charles turned towards Max, their eyes meeting for a brief second. A brief but meaningful moment, because in the next one Max placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth and Charles was pushed back to the deepest pit of his desires.

“Until you think about it, maybe we should put that mouth to a better use.” Max prompted, standing up, undoing his belt. “If you think you are the only one painfully hard, you are wrong. The only difference is that I can and will come. You? Well, I’m not so sure of it.”

It took a few seconds and Charles did put up a fight, but in the end he lost the battle. Max’s blunt cock head was nudging his mouth and he could have harmed the blonde badly, but if he was honest he could never.

Finally he opened his mouth, slow, as slow as he could and Max pushed in, his thick cock disappearing in the wet heat easily. “So fucking pretty.” He praised and wasting no time started to fuck Charles’ mouth, with slow deep motions.

It was a sight, a sight he never wanted to forget, and he tried to keep his eyes open to see Charles swallow all of him, his eyes tearing up when he pushed deep into his throat, then his nose flared as he was gasping for air.

Max fucked his mouth like he new his limits, never giving him more than what he could take, but making sure his he was on edge all the time.

It was not supposed to make him feel good, it was not supposed to make his own cock leak more and twitch but he couldn’t help it. He was sure Max saw it but if he did he never said a word. It was his turn to moan and it drove Charles crazy.

The green eyes rolled back as he slowly gave up the fight against his body, letting himself sinking into the sensations, enjoying every second when his mouth was full with Max’s cock. Eyes rolling back, as his hands were desperate to grab something, but only finding thin air. The palm on the back of his head was firm, and he did his best to soak the big clock with saliva, swirling his tongue, swallowing hard around him until Max couldn’t take it anymore. He was coming, his whole body shaking, thick cum heavy on Charles tongue and he did his best to swallow it, until Max pulled out, jerking himself, the last drops hitting the red lips and dripping down on the strong torso.

It was quiet after. Max didn’t say a thing and neither did Charles, they were both breathless, their thoughts rushing in their brains, racing, like any answers could have been the right one.

“Please tell me what I want to hear.” Max whispered bracing himself on the slumped shoulders, straightening his back. “I don’t want to torture anyone, but I will if I have to.” He always got softer post-orgasm.p

There were too many things in the blue orbs, some Charles knew and come he didn’t want to acknowledge. Looking back at Max he opened his mouth before closing it, not saying a thing, shaking his head.

“For fucks sake, Charles.” With a groan the blonde was on his knees again, for another agonising hour teasing and edging the brunette until Charles was at the brink of tears already.

“Please let me come.” Were his first words in that time and it wasn’t enough. Max made him beg for it. And Charles begged, shaking, tears falling, muscles cramping and his cock almost hurting from the teasing and his orgasm being snatched away from him again and again. He begged so pretty, yet none of Max’s questions were answered.

Swallowing hard, Max undid the ropes and chains.

“That’s not smart.” Charles retorted but he was barely a threat, if the strong arms didn’t catch him he was falling uncontrollably to the ground.

“Just shut up.” Max sat on the chair pulling the brunette into his lap. “Go on.” He encouraged, eyes soft, fingers firmly holing Charles in place, upright. “It’s my tight or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” He shook his head, eyes closing, rather hiding everything in them from Charles.

A painful laugh came, and the brunette’s body slowly moved, Max thought he would be more eager, but Charles’ every inch was screaming after being tied in one position for so long, pulling and tensing against his restraints for hours.

He found his rhythm after a few tries, grinding his cock desperately to Max’s thick, hard thigh, making a mess, his presumed oozing, leaking from his spent tip. Hands holding onto the round shoulders, pulling closer and closer until their faces were flush against each other, breathing in one another. The long ringed fingers came up to slid on the side of Max’s face, foreheads pressed together.

Max was trying with everything not to rock Charles on his thigh. “Still nothing?” The question came unexpected, his eyes still closed, thought and feelings hidden. His ears were filled with the sweet whimpers and moans and he didn’t expect and answer at all. He wasn’t even sure that Charles heard him.

Then, the words hit him, they were quiet and slurred, but there. “I love you.”

“God, I love you, I do and I think I always did. I love you, Max.” Charles chanted like his life depended on it and in that moment maybe it did. His hips were shuttering, and he wasn’t strong enough to make himself come.

“Took you a few months to say it back?” The smile forming on Max’s lips was genuine, relieved. His hands grabbed the shaky hips bringing Charles to his orgasm in seconds. “Come for me, baby.” The words of encouragement didn’t go unnoticed and Charles was coming, his body shaking and he was screaming, just like Max promised, thick cum making a mess on their clothes and on the ground as finally, fucking finally he came, neck arching, eyes rolling back, fingers dogging into Max’s skin.

He couldn’t even gasp when the long fingers returned into his hair yanking him closer, pulling him into an intoxicating kiss. “Wasn’t so difficult was it, baby?” Max purred, happy and content.

“You are fucking cruel.” Charles collapsed, his exhales hitting Max’s neck rapidly. “You know I’ll never tell you any intel, you have to know that.” The words were shaking, emotional, cracking between his feeling towards Max anda his loyal to the gang. “I can’t even if I fucking love you.” He was drinking in the air, which finally didn’t burn his lungs, it was cooling almost cold, smelling like the sketchy place he used for interrogation.

“Yeah, yeah.” Max laughed, holding Charles’ limp body in his arms. “I know, but you’ll have time to think about that in my bed in the next days because I’m not releasing you soon, and you have to know that.”

Charles snorted, his lips and mouth numb and tired, the previous hours took their toll on his body.

“That thing won’t wear off for like a day, and there is no way I’ll let you go, hard and worked up.”

“Thank you for that by the way, couldn’t have found a better way to interrogate me?” Charles pulled back, his limbs wobbly, train to look at Max as much as he could.

The blonde brows raised in disbelief, holding the rounded shoulders upright. “Are you out of your mind? If I don’t do this, if I don’t come to talk to you someone else would have to, and believe me, not a lot of people left this room with all their limbs intact.” The words were heavy implying just how dangerous Max could be when he wanted to. It didn’t scare Charles, if anything it was reassuring. Max could take care of himself when needed. “I’m lucky Christian let me.” He said almost brushing off the fact.

“You think he knows?” Charles’ hands were holding onto Max, thumbs caressing the naked skin slowly.

The answer was a loud exhale, mixed with some laughter. “I think he has a hunch I have a soft spot for you. Otherwise he might be a scary man but he does t forget.” Max added, confusing Charles a little, his voice dropped to a much serious tone. “He knows you are the reason I walked away in Venice.”

“And now the favour is replayed?” Charles was curious the second never spoken half of the sentence hanging heavy in the air. Was this only a one off from Christian wiping away a debt or he really knew what he and Max were to each other and he decided to allow it.

The blonde head shook a little. “I don’t know. I am not sure.” With a sigh his hand came up gently brushing out a dark strand of hair from the sticky forehead. “Come on, scathje, I’ll call for someone and they’ll take you to my quarters. The interrogation is finished but I am not done with you yet.”

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Hi!

For the 100 prompts I'd really like something with this:

25. "Swallow. All of it."

Thank you very much sweetheart 💜

Okay, but this one absolutely finished me 🥵🥵🥵 thanks for requesting it!

So this is gonna be part of my dark CEO!Max and Dancer!Charles AU. Enjoyyyy!

It has been a while since Max had this much time to relax, and he decided to make the most out of it. Calling Charles proved to be a good idea after all. There have been only a few occasions between them and he tried to deny his weakness for the brunette, but it was more and more difficult each time.

He gave money for the boy enough to buy a new apartment in Monaco and furnish it and still keep some of it, for god's sake. It was money well deserved of course, a night he will probably never forget with the younger one. A night that fuked him up entirely, probably, too. He kept going back and if it was any relief it looked and felt like Charles was in no better shape resisting his desires either.

What better example than this afternoon. He shot a message to the brunette and now barely a few hours later Charles was kneeling in front of him, torso naked, his jeans too tight, lips red and wet, wrapped tightly around his cock. He wanted to fuck into his mouth just after one glimpse of it. There was a revard of course, there always was, it was business after all as they agreed.

Right now he hasn't figured out what he would give Charles, to spoil him even further, but his brain was in no shape or state to form coherent thoughts at the moment. He would fuck him good that was for sure, but above that, he might just ask Charles what he needed.

But first, he had other things to focus on. He saw and felt a generous amount of saliva pooling at his base or dripping onto his balls and it just pushed him even closer.

Charles started only to cock warm him but it quickly picked up and the other man started to suck him gently, taking his time to play around with his tongue, tease his balls and he would have considered punishing Charles for that if he didn't allow right at the beginning. He wanted to grad it out, to enjoy and savour every second he was spending, cock fitted deep into the hot, wet mouth.

Reaching out he made Charles lookup, long and dark lashes turning up and the green eyes looked back at him. They were determined before but now they turned hazy, desperate, willing, rolling back when Max hit the back of his throat, moaning around the thick cock.

He knew Charles wouldn't be against his idea, he knew, since Charles told him, he enjoyed a cock in his mouth a little bit too much. It was evident in his actions too. Mouth opened eagerly on an instinct when Max pulled his hard cock free. His content little noises as he swallowed Max for the first time that day, eyes closing to give himself folly to the sensations.

It has been a long while since that happened and he wouldn't be surprised if he found a dark, soaked through patch on Charles's underwear while undressing him later. He saw just how hard he was in his jeans.

Max's thumb swept across the tinted cheekbones, head tilting, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

With a low hum, he sucked a deep breath in trying to find his voice. "I don't think I'll last much longer." He warned, his hand caressing Charles's cheek before ruffling his dark locks, resting his fingers there for a moment.

The green eyes came alive in a second as Charles inhaled through his nose only, flexed his fingers on Max's thighs sucking harder. He had more talent, or practice which Max didn't want to think about than it was fair. With his dark lashes resting closed, his tongue was sweeping up and up on the underside of Max's shaft with each move, it flattened under the soft, fat tip to lick it before he started to circle around Max's tip.

It was obscene.

It felt like he deliberately wanted to coax the cum out of that cock. It felt like an invitation. He did it again, while his fingers found the tight, full balls and caressed them gently, tugging and fondling them which only spurred on Max more. He was barely able to hold back his moans, his back was arched from the comfortable armchair, one hand gripping Charles's shoulder the other still in his hair, desperately keeping him between his legs.

It wasn't the first time Charles sucked him but he never came into that pretty mouth, it was kinda an agreement, but going around it felt more and more inviting.

His cock was pulsing deliciously, surrounded by the soft cheeks and skilled tongue which was working him inevitably close to his orgasm.

He thought about pulling out, or warning Charles for the matter, but being coherent wasn't an option at that moment.

The tip of his cock hit the back of Charles' throat, he heard the boy whimper to the sensation before his tongue pressed against his cock again, like it was beaconing a too powerful orgasm out of him. Charles sucked hard, tugging on his balls and that second of a delay just made it all even more mndnumbing.

He came.

Body shaking, his hand desperately keeping Charles in place, hips jerking up filling the tired mouth and throat suddenly. He came hard, his vision going white, ears ringing, mouth opened as he was moaning loud, praising Charles, swearing and cursing to get through it. It lasted longer that he expected.

How sweet it was with something he truly wanted, savouring every moment of it.

He felt his cum shooting into Charles' mouth first and still oozing as the brunette gave him a tentative suck.

To the panicked whimper he opened his eyes. It was hard to focus, but Charles was looking at him, eyes big and lashes wet, desperately trying to breathe through his nose, his mouth filled so much it already started to drip out. Fuck it must have been too intense for him.

He swallowed adam's apple bobbing while his hand slid down to caress the wet cheeks gently, trying to soothe his lover. His voice was gentle, encouraging but firm, which surprised him, as he formed the words.

"Swallow it." He told Charles, earning a surprised sound. His thumb again swept across the red cheek, while his long fingers fanned across the tense neck, signaling to the brunette again, confirming his words. He pulled out a little, to leave more room and he saw as Charles tried to obey. "All of it." He pressed, eyebrows raising, seeing if he could push Charles' limits a bit more.

Another whine came, the green eyes slowly losing their frantic confusion, only to leave room for a newly found desire. Charles swallowed again and again until all the cum was gone from his mouth. It was a lot, Max knew, he felt it. It was no surprise it has been a while since he last had time for anything like this.

"Suck a little, baby." Another encouragement came and Charles did, surprise overriding his features when he felt some more cum hitting his tongue. "That's it, suck it until there is nothing left." Max practically purred and he felt how his slowly relaxing cock started to harden again.

Charles did, slowly, being careful around the oversensitive cock and Max hasn't felt more proud in a long time. He hollowed and tightened his cheeks until the last drop was on his tongue again. He looked up to Max, not in confusion but for something entirely different now.

"Swallow." The blue eyes were burning with desire as he watched the brunette cleaning him up entirely, every last drop of cum gone and it only took him a few words.

Fuck.

He pulled out, his cock still hard. Immediately Charles' hands went to his own cheeks bumping into Max's on the way, to massage the sore muscles, moving his jaw, a little spit and cum glistening on the swollen red lips.

Max was proud and more turned on that before if it was even possible. Charles yelped as Max moved from the seat so sudden, manhandling him flat on his back, legs wide open around the naked hips.

The last thing Charles saw before the frantic kiss were Max eyes, completely darkened, looking at him like a man starved.

There were no words needed as they almost tore all their clothes, trying to get rid of them as fast as possible. Charles keened under Max, his cock too hard, too sensitive to any touch.

"Please make me come!" He cried, a little whine leaving his lips, bumping right into Max's as they were breathing in each other.

"Anything, baby, anything you want tonight."

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Okay babes, prompts are officially closed. I’m so happy you sent in so, so many, but unfortunately I don’t have unlimited time on my hands. Anything sent after this point I’ll ignore, I’m sorry. I have 20 more in my inbox, some follow a theme together so I’ll probably combine some of those, and try to create 5 stories all together. 🙏

1. There will be a Tororosso prodigy twink Charles x RedBull mentore figure Max

2. A maffia AU. Charles being captured and Max uses some rather unconventional but not less useful interrogation tactics (Kinda dark, don’t try it at home)

3. Maybe another day in the life of dark CEO!Max

4. A blurb, which is just cute

5. Aaand one with light dom/sub dynamics - if there are any ideas for this one, for an AU/any setting let me know! The ask is great, but it doesn’t strike me as anything with a theme.

+1 Maybe but this is a big maybe one snippet from what could be infidelity AU or same one in todays setting in Austria lestappen reminiscing about their RS and Austria 2019 then 2022 and then this weekend’s events, it will be more cute than hardcore smut.

[tetralea]

Number 16 pls “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” Lestappen (I’m actually a bottom Charles girlie) 🫣💕

Heyaaa, it has been already requested, and I already did it, I’ll link it here! Enjoyyy!

[tetralea]

So I’m not quite sane for this. And I don’t know how much I’ll be able to do, but as usual I am resurrecting for a smut prompt fest. 💃

100 nsfw prompts

Send them in (I won’t do the one with the daddy kink) you know what I write for lately 😅lestappen all the way. (Plsss send the full prompt not just the numbers!)

I’ll tag them as Dóri’s summer celebration if you want to filter or search for them!

Update!!!

Also number 16 is taken 3 times already so if you wanted to send it, pls pick another, also 23 is in there for like 2-3 times.

[tetralea]

Hey! I love the first one about Torro Rosso Charles and RB mentor Max!! 😍✨ When will you post your first snippet about it? Can't wait! <33

Heyaaa!

Aah, I have no idea 😂 I’m working on the mafia AU first, and then that probably, it can be anything between a few days till weeks.

Highly depends on my jobs, and how much time I have next to them.

But I’m very happy you like the idea! It always gives me a boost to write hehe