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23 - sebchal - Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

28 - What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

or

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

sico or brocedes <3

and

48 (as a fun one)

so i wrote a wonderful reply to this and lost it all bc tumblr crashed. yay. I'm slightly less angry now so here we go again. i split the answer in two bc each prompt got too long :)) i'l tag you in the brocedes. this one is sebchal. love you <3

Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Of course, it's Charles, even though he's not the one who retired. It's Sebastian who gets up at ass-crack at dawn to feed the chickens if they are in Switzerland or to feed and walk Bruno if they are in Monaco. He never leaves Bruno behind, not when he gets to see Charles playing with him. Sebastian doesn't use an alarm clock, too used to the routine by now. Charles can't get up without one, and yet, whenever Seb stirs, Charles clings to him like an overgrown plush octopus, muttering "five more minutes, Seb, please". He buries his nose in Seb's collarbones, legs tangled together, so Seb decides that being five minutes late to start his day can't hurt. He pets Charles' hair and kisses his forehead and draws circles on his naked back until Charles' breath evens out and Seb can get out of bed. No one wants Bruno to pee on their hardwood floors.

Other times, Charles is sleepy and soft and flushed. He doesn't cling to Sebastian, he simply turns toward Seb in bed, blinks unfocused eyes at him as Seb drinks his glass of water. Seb takes one look at him and decides his morning routine can wait. He returns to bed and he presses Charles into the mattress until Charles gasps softly against his lips, flushed and oh, so lovely.

28. What are their thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

They like them, but they don't overuse them. Charles used to blush at first, even when he couldn't grasp their meaning. Sebastian would say "Can you pass me the salt, liebling?" or "Don't forget to take the trash out, schatz", and Charles' body flushed all over, blinking owlishly at him. Even now, years after Charles learned to speak German, he still gets warm all over when Sebastian calls him anything but his name.

Charles being Charles which means being Monegasque, he called Sebastian mon chéri and mon chou after their first dates. He can't help himself. Affection is built into the language he is speaking. It sent Sebastian into a laughing fit, and Charles wanted to hide under the table, embarrassed beyond words. Now, Charles uses them mostly to make Seb smile.

Other times, when they are away from the prying eyes of the camera and their friends, in the privacy of their homes, Charles calls Sebastian sweetheart because he loves how pretty Sebastian blushes, how pliant he becomes in Charles' arms, ready to be loved, easy to be loved.

When they've been apart for too long, time zones and continents and races gone bad stretching endlessly between them, Sebastian whispers mon coeur against the speaker of his phone. Charles' breath stutters, a tiny gasp disrupted by static. Sebastian whispers, "Mon coeur, I'm here" and sometimes it's enough to get Charles through another morning, another day, another race.

48. Who's the better driver? (aka the promp i completely lost it thinking about seb driving)

When asked about it, Charles will always say it's Sebastian. He doesn't specify if he means F1 or other cars because he is no fool. In Monaco or in Thurgau, Sebastian takes the wheel and Charles turns into a professional passenger, body relaxed, eyes kept deceptively focused on the road ahead. Sebastian driving is a sight to behold. Leaned back in his seat, lips slightly parted, tongue pressed against his teeth, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his forearm muscles flexed with every turn. He doesn't grip the steering wheel. He stirs it with the tip of his fingers, gently, until he takes a tighter corner and his fingers close around the leather in a careful grip. Charles' mouth goes dry, shifts in his seat. Sebastian grins the way he used to when he was winning for Ferrari, ferocious and invincible as if he knows what he's doing to Charles. As if he is doing it on purpose. Then he asks if Charles has any idea if they can pick up the cake from the bakery or if Bruno has enough food at home. Infuriating. It makes Charles bang his head against the windshield and parts his legs just a little bit wider to make the trip more comfortable without properly adjusting himself. He doesn't look again at Seb.

If they fuck about it later in the car, Charles' thighs splayed around Seb's lap, hand around his neck, no one needs to know.

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