#Thai GP

[bobendsneyder64]

[rythyme]

is anyone gonna tell f1 tumblr that the first ever live action omegaverse show is a sports drama about gay racecar drivers. because that feels like something they'd want to know.

[ef-1]

Lewis: I'm furious. Furious. Absolutely furious [...] the team deserved better, maybe they'll get that with Kimi.

Lewis do not make me fucking chew glass what does this mean

[sebmaxrc]

gigi going to marc instead of pecco and enea who got 1-2 is so fucking funny like... yeah ok whatever u guys got 1-2 do better.

anyway my beautiful princess marc what are you doing here, do not be sad... i'm here for you gorgeous

[certifiedbi]

Absolutely insanely lethal side profile

[42bakery]

Vale wrote a DM to Alonso to congratulate him and say he liked the celebration

[cosas-de-la-wida2]

[repsolhonda]

Marc Márquez for Thailand Grand Prix 2023 promo

[v3lnys]

let me reward you

Enea Bastianini/Fabio Di Giannantonio – 1.3k – Smut/Explicit thai gp 2024 Read here or on AO3

Diggia walked around his motorhome, a towel around his waist, water still dripping from a few of his strands and sliding down his back. Someone knocked on his door, startling him; just a few, but audibly insistent knocks. He moved the little curtains and peeked to see who was standing outside, promptly opening the door when he saw Enea. 

Enea almost pounced on Diggia the moment he was inside and the lock clicked shut, hands grasping onto his hips to bring Diggia closer, not giving Diggia a moment to speak before he smashed their lips together. The latter wrapped his arms around Enea’s neck, one hand tangling in the damp curls as Enea kissed him like he was starved. 

He tugged on Enea’s curls to break the kiss, chuckling a little at the way Enea tried to chase his lips. “Ciao, amore,” Diggia whispered with a little grin, face so close to Enea’s that his eyes almost crossed. 

“Diggi…” Enea breathed, looking winded just from the short, but intense kiss, looking up at the other man through half lidded eyes. “You were so fucking fast today, god…”

And Enea sometimes gets like this after Diggia’s had a good race. Needy, desperate to please. Other times it's Diggia coming to Enea's motorhome, smiling wide, but Enea can see that hungry look in his eyes – ‘Amazing moves out there today, amore…’

And today wasn't amazing for Enea, but he doesn't care about it, clinging to Diggia and attaching his lips to the warm skin of his neck, shoulders. Diggia is always a little uncertain about the attention, trying to be a gentleman. 

“Enea, wait–” Diggia breathes, pulling on the other man's curls to look at his face again. “Today it wasn't–”

And Diggia doesn't mean to rub it in, it's all just worry, that maybe Enea is trying to overcompensate, kick his own hurt under the rug. Enea knows this, finds it quite endearing that the other man cares so much, but now he just wants. Always wants to reward Diggia for how good he did. His own special compliment, just for them to experience. 

“I don't care–” Enea starts. He cares, a little bit. But not right now. “I did what I could, there's no point in getting stuck.” 

Diggia just can't let go, always insistent, “But, Enea–” 

“Diggi, please …” Enea whines, reedy and a little shaky. “Please let me. You know I– I'm fine, okay?” 

Diggia swallows, taking a deep breath and letting the desire wash over him as he exhales, making him shiver even though the feeling inside his abdomen is hot .

“You did so well,” Enea breathes it out somewhere against Diggia's ear. “Fuck, it almost got me hard when I heard.. Wanted you so bad when I watched the replay.” 

And it should be a little weird – unusual – that it's not his own achievements that get him like this. It's not weird now or ever though, not to them. Not like Diggia is any better with controlling his urges whenever Enea does good. 

Diggia sighs, light and soft, eyes closing as he imagines Enea watching the replay, zeroed in on Diggia, getting worked up by such a seemingly unexpected thing. 

Enea’s lips keep moving across the other’s shoulders, gently grazing his teeth across Diggia’s collarbone, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smirk at the way it makes Diggia shiver. He’d get on his knees now, but Diggia keeps a firm hold on his biceps, already steering him towards the bedroom. 

The bed squeaks a little under Diggia’s weight, Enea lowering himself to straddle his thighs, the hard outline of him pressing against Diggia’s bare skin. The kiss doesn’t stop, Enea licking into Diggia’s mouth with so much want that it leaves them both breathless, gasping as they pull apart, only to go back in again, Diggia caressing Enea’s bulge through his sweatpants. 

It’s not long before Enea can’t take it anymore, the built up desire fucking with his head. He slides off Diggia’s lap with one last kiss, the hard floor uncomfortable under his knees, but he doesn’t care about the ache, only cares about Diggia, fingers quickly working to pull apart the towel around his waist. And Diggia’s hard already, almost throbbing when Enea wraps his hand around it, squeezing a little before giving him a few strokes, thumb rubbing along the slit. He looks up and Diggia is already looking down at him, lips parted around a breathy little whine.

Enea almost wants to keep it slow, but the urge to devour Diggia’s whole being is just too strong. He sticks out his tongue and flattens it against the base of Diggia’s dick, licking up in a broad stroke until he reaches the tip, closes his lips around it and watches the desire lighting up in Diggia’s eyes. He loves that hungry look on Diggia, holds the eye contact as he slides his mouth all the way to the bottom, watching Diggia’s mouth open with a sharp gasp when he hits the back of Enea’s throat. 

And it’s dizzying, Enea’s brain almost shutting off when he has his mouth full, hands gripping Diggia’s hips to keep him still. The response is almost immediate, Diggia's hands tangling in the sheets to anchor himself, lips parting around soft moans – music to Enea's ears.

Enea breathes through his nose, letting his throat work around Diggia the way he likes it before starting to move his head up and down along his length. It feels like Diggia is everywhere, overwhelming Enea's senses in the best way: the smell of him, the taste, the feel. 

Enea digs his fingers into the firm muscle of Diggia's thigh as he speeds up his pace, one hand coming to wrap around the base of his dick, sliding downwards to squeeze Diggia's balls, massaging the taut skin.

Diggia feels the familiar warmth pooling in his abdomen, already almost delirious with the pleasure of Enea's mouth moving quickly, practiced and perfect. He can't get his thoughts under control, everything fuzzy and scrambled from the relentless pace Enea has set. 

And it's a little intense, making Diggia's arms quiver so much that he has to lower himself to his elbows, eyes still locked on Enea. He tangles his fingers in Enea's curls, tugs a little, just hard enough to make the other man moan around his dick, the vibrations shooting through his body like electroshock.

He's close, so close. Enea knows, can feel it in the way Diggia tries to weakly buck his hips up, the way his thighs tremble slightly. He sucks harder, takes Diggia to the back of his throat again, fingers pressing against his balls. 

“Enea–” Diggia gasps, fingers in the other's hair tightening, “I'm close– fuck –” he cries out, feeling his orgasm roll closer. 

Enea stays where he is, hand around the base of Diggia's dick, red, spit slick lips around the top and when he looks up at Diggia there's tears in his eyes, making him look so beautiful, almost ethereal.

The orgasm rips through Diggia, punching out a whiny, broken moan and it feels like his soul just left him, drained out of him along with the come and spilled far down Enea's throat. Enea looks wrecked in the best way, swallows every bit, milks out the last drops with his mouth. 

Far in his daze, Diggia didn’t notice or hear the moment Enea came into his own sweats, the friction from his hand and the sounds from Diggia enough to make him lose it. He only notices when Enea is climbing into bed alongside him, the wet patch pressing against Diggia's leg. 

Diggia laughs a little, airy and detached from reality, pulls Enea up so they're face to face and kisses him, tastes himself on his tongue and it's nothing they haven't done before, but it always feels so surreal, the way Enea manages to leave Diggia brainless. Enea smiles against his lips, chest still heaving a little from his own orgasm, slides down to rest his head against Diggia's chest and it's good, comfortable, Diggia absentmindedly stroking his hair.

“We should shower,” Diggia croaks, not really making any move to get up.

Enea only presses up against him more, buries his face against Diggia's pec and kisses it softly, “Just a little more…”

[forza-beznaia]

rat man rat man 🐀 💋

[schumi-nadal]

Marc Márquez & Fabio Quartararo | Thai Grand Prix 2024 🇹🇭

Mabio crumbs or actually, it’s just Fabio looking at Marc 👀🫶🏻

[bobendsneyder64]

[muchomarquez]

[in-love-with-charles-leclerc]

Charles Leclerc, the prince of Monaco and the king of Monza ❤️❤️

[whoregaylorenzo]

BURIRAM 2023: Fabio Quartararo and Tony Arbolino engaging in foreplay having a friendly conversation on the grid ahead of the Thai Moto2 Grand Prix

[42bakery]

This race could have been an email