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formulapookie · 8 months ago

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Keep your eyes on you beznaia, 5k words

Pecco is not usually a tease, he doesn’t get Bez jealous willingfully, it just happens sometimes that Bez doesn't like certain behaviors coming from his boyfriend. But today it was all done on purpose. When they woke up this morning Pecco just had the most erotic dream of his life probably, featuring Bez eating him out and making him come for God knows how many times, leaving him a complete mess.

So now he wants Bez to absolutely get him dumb, whether it’s fucking him or eating him out until he cries he doesn’t care, he just knows he needs his boyfriend like he needed him few times before.

The only problem being they’re not home, but at the Ranch, and they’re supposed to think about training, not getting fucked dumb.

And he actually tries to calm himself down, while they have breakfast he tries not to look at Bez directly, or more precisely, he tries not to look at his hands, because those, God those have been around his throat more times that he can count, and those fingers made him come just as much.

He looks around, wanders his gaze on the room, closes out the words and jokes Bez makes, he builds up a sort of wall not to think about having a moment alone with his boyfriend just to get on his knees for him.

He’s ashamed, because he never really has wet dreams and he never actually feels like he needs Bez like he does now. Like yeah of course he likes sex and wants it and enjoys doing it with Bez but right now his skin feels itchy, it dreads for touch, his touch, Pecco feels like he either gets fucked by his boyfriend today or he’ll die.

He notices with the corner of his eyes Bez and Mig laughing, probably at the umpteenth sexual joke one of the two made, and Mig is just a bit too close for his liking, he knows Bez is not that funny to actually have Mig laughing while leaning on him, but no, he has to focus on something else, today he has to act like Bez doesn’t exist, at least push until the training’s over.

His plan fails miserably after only two hours, it’s barely 11 when he finds himself almost giving in to the need to go back in his room, lock the door and finger his pussy just at the thought of Bez. And it’s ridiculous really, his boyfriend hasn’t even done much, just riding along all the others, but when he took off his helmet his curls looked so good, and he was laughing, and Pecco loves that laugh, and then Bez had unzipped his leathers and he was in undersuit with the leathers pooled at his hips, and Pecco could see the glint of the nipple piercing and the vague form of the tattoo, and the hickeys he left around it the night before.

And the undersuit Bez has is sleeveless, and his arms look criminally good when he wears that, his forearm covered in ink just gets to him every time, and his hands, God why had he looked there, as Bez took off his gloves he saw the marked 12 on his ring finger and he really didn’t want to but the only thing he could think about was to have that inside of him.

He resists a whole three minutes before not being able to hold his thoughts back anymore, and he really does want to drag Bez to his, or actually now their room, but he also knows Bez wants to race, so he sits up and tells Franky he’s not feeling too well and he’s going to his room to rest for a while, and the older doesn’t think much of it, just tells him to get better quick because they have plans for the night.

Pecco is still in his leathers, making a run to get upstairs, once he’s there he opens the door and closes it behind him, immediately stripping off his clothes, getting on the bed and removing his underwear, which is fucking soaked how embarrassing. HE parts his legs and he feels his cunt fucking pulsing at the though of having something inside, and Pecco can’t wait anymore, just slipping two fingers inside, feeling how wet he already is just by thinking about Bez.

“Fuck”

He barely lets it out, trying to bite at his lip to suppress the moans, no one should be in the building but he can’t risk it, him and Bez have already been walked in on a few times before, and he can’t have someone find out he went upstairs to finger himself instead of training.

He picks up the pace and pushes a third finger in, but it’s not enough, since he’s gotten together with Bez his own fingers are never enough anymore, he tries to do what Bez does, reach and touch the same spots, but it’s not like how he does it, it’s always a little less and right now he can’t settle for less.

He still doesn’t want to bother his boyfriend so he just reaches blindly for the bedside drawer, the third one, and immediately finds the little black box, taking it out and dumping it on the bed. He opens it and takes out the little toy, tt’s one of those egg vibes, that come with the little remote. Something they bought around three months ago because Bez wanted to see how effective a vibrator actually was on him. And God was it effective. And Bez had his huge chunk of fun the first time they tried it, because Pecco felt pleasure basically running all around his body and Bez played with the settings of speed and intensity watching Pecco struggle to keep himself in check.

He struggles to find the remote, but when he does he’s quick to push the toy inside and turn it on, immediately setting it at a medium speed and intensity, and it’s already so good, he covers his mouth with the hand not holding the remote to quiet down his moans, the loud engines of the bikes racing on track create a strange contraposition atmosphere.

He turn up the intensity and lets go of the remote, moving his hand lower, towards his pussy and he starts to tease at his clit, it’s a wonderful sensation, he just needs one thing more, but he’s currently not there, he’s on the track, completely unaware of what Pecco is doing thinking of him.

“Marco fuck, please, oh fuck”

He bites his lower lip, trying to keep quiet, his orgasm getting closer and closer every second that passes. He can imagine there’s Bez beside him, fidgeting with the remote, teasing him, telling him how good he looks, how good he sounds. He imagines Bez’s fingers touching him instead of his own, he wants him bad, so fucking bad.

“More more fuck more”

He removes the hand covering his mouth and takes the remote, increasing the speed by two levels, he shouldn’t even need to touch himself to come this way, and right when he’s moaning Bez’s name for the hundredth time the door swings open and then shut, a sweaty Bez right in front of his eyes as he looks for a sheet, a pillow, anything to cover himself up.

“Franky told me you went upstairs cause you didn’t feel good, and I came here to assure everything was good when I hear you moan” “Sorry I - didn’t want to bother you before and - ah fuck - and I just wanted this” “Oh but you don’t bother me if you ask me to fuck you Pecchino”

He desperately wants to turn the damn toy off now, because it’s really fucking embarrassing to be covering himself and speaking to Bez while that thing is vibrating like hell inside him.

“Don’t cover yourself amore, let me see”

Pecco feels so fucking stupid right now, on one hand he wants Bez to take that toy out and fuck him until the sun sets, on the other he wants to become invisible from shame. Bez is just staring at him, smirking, and slowly removing his leathers, climbing on the bed as he tries to bite his lip to keep quiet at least now.

“You look very pretty when you’re desperate you know?” “Marco please” “Aw look at you, you’re making a mess on the sheets” “Touch me please” “Ah here it is, before doing something I think I’m gonna have some fun yeah?”

Pecco wants to cry, as soon as Bez takes the remote in hand he lowers all the settings to a minimum, he lifts his head up just to see a mischievous grin forming on his boyfriend’s face, who’s playing with the remote as if it's some stress ball.

His finger hovers above the “plus” button but eventually he doesn’t press it, he just keeps looking at Pecco who is clearly desperate to have his release.

“You should’ve called me Pecchino, should’ve told me you needed me, and I would’ve left the bike and followed you and fucked you so so good”

He wets his lips, passing his tongue over them, turning the remote around in his hand, almost studying it. He stares at Pecco for a few seconds before eventually doing something, which is increasing both speed and intensity almost to the max, looking how responsive his boyfriend gets, enjoying the absolute mess he is right now. Pecco has to press his hand on his mouth, otherwise he’s sure the others would’ve heard him, and he is not having that.

Bez decreases the intensity, but not the speed, leaving Pecco with a sensation of almost that makes him mad. He needs to come, because he feels like he’ll go crazy if he doesn’t.

“Marco come on - please” “Mh, might think of it, but don’t think I’m fucking you immediately” “Whatever you want but please, you” “Aw you really are a slut eh? Taking whatever I give you”

Pecco moans his name once again, trying to touch himself, but his hand gets slapped by Bez who turns off the toy, making him whine, before pulling it out and throwing it right back in the box it was taken from. As soon as he does he parts Peco’s legs a bit, and without any warning he goes down on him, at first just licking his folds, teasing him more than he already did, and then actually pushing his tongue inside, getting Pecco to whimper pathetically at the move, as he closes his legs automatically, but Bez is quick to part his thighs again, spreading them once more and actually holding them down as he keeps eating him out.

Pecco feels overwhelmed, between the feeling inside him and the feeling of those hands on his body he doesn’t know how to behave normally, he just whines and whimpers, trying to get Bez’s name out, failing most of the time and just letting out sounds with no significance.

Bez is enjoying this like it’s some sort of funny ride at the carnival, moaning as he pushes his tongue in deeper, reaching a spot that gets Pecco crazy, making him almost cry. His pussy feels full already, but he wants more, and Bez probably reads his mind because he immediately thrusts two fingers in, along with his tongue, and from there it really is a matter of a few minutes until Pecco is coming, getting his release all over Bez’s fingers and dripping from his chin.

He cleans himself up, making Pecco wonder how long Bez could actually go on for if they had the opportunity, but now he just wants to get fucked, the way Bez likes more usually, fast, hard and loud.

Bez palms himself through his boxers, taking a look at Pecco’s pussy, now shiny from his release and still so so inviting. He wants to fuck him, sure, but the fact the vibrator is still so within reach makes him think of a few funnier ways of getting Pecco absolutely dumb, Pecco who’s looking at Bez with a pleading expression, almost begging to get fucked.

He doesn’t take off his briefs, instead moving up to be directly above Pecco’s face, lowering just to leave a few kisses on Pecco’s neck and collarbone, then brush his lips over his boyfriend’s.

“Marco” “Yes yes I know”

At this point he actually kisses him, distracting him from the fact he’s taking the vibrator again, moving his hand down towards his pussy, and once he’s there he slowly pushes the toy in, making Pecco squirm.

“No Marco please I need you please” “I swear you’ll have me amore, but you’re too pretty to look at when you’re helpless you know? And you seemed to be really enjoying yourself when I came in the room before”

Pecco sobs, he knows Bez will be an absolute bastard with the remote in hand, but he also knows he’ll probably come more times than he can hope. So it actually isn’t a bad situation to be in, not at all.

Bez picks the remote back, looking at the settings like they’re a complicated enigma when really they’re only intensity and speed on a scale 1-10.

“I give you the possibility to choose how to start, but from then on I decide everything, you ok with it?” “Yes yes it’s fine” “Ok so, you want me to start with a high speed or a high intensity?” “Speed high speed please” “Nice Franci, here you go”

Bez raises the speed of the toy to a 7, but keeps the intensity really low, Pecco doesn’t understand if he likes it or hates it, because it’s good but fuck he wants more. Bez takes a moment to observe his boyfriend’s body, how his abs twitch every time he brushes a finger over the remote buttons, how his gaze is fixated on him, how his pussy is fucking dripping already.

God is Pecco one hell of a sight, his chest is basically glistening with sweat and Bez wants to fucking lick it off him. He lowers himself on his chest and leaves kisses all over it, then he stops once he reaches his left nipple, he always thought he’d look incredibly good with a piercing like his, but Pecco never liked the idea of getting one. But damn would it be fun to play with it while Pecco is like this, completely gone and absorbed by pleasure.

He bites at the nipple anyways, it’s one of the most sensitive spots Pecco has, and judging by how quickly he moans at the action he did the right thing. He starts sucking on it and as soon as Pecco seems to be getting out of his head he raises the intensity of the vibrator to the max, making him yelp under him. Bez laughs at the reaction, getting Pecco to act so gone really makes his day, because he knows his boyfriends always tends to restrain himself, be it while having sex or in PDA but once he can crack that surface a little, or a lot like he’s doing right now, Pecco is someone else entirely. When he lets go of the stupid blocks he put in his mind, like “no moaning” or “not looking or acting desperate for sex” he allows himself to actually feel his body and how much pleasure it can give him, and that’s mostly thanks to Bez who slowly unlocked every door to his brain.

He lets go of the now raw nipple to switch to the other one, immediately going to suck on it, while Pecco just keeps moaning and whimpering under his touch. It really is an adrenaline kick for Bez, who just keeps sucking and biting at his boyfriend’s sensitive spot, starting to play with the speed button on the remote.

Before he knows it Pecco is coming, going tense and then completely melting on the mattress, but that doesn’t stop Bez from going on playing with the toy. He raises both speed and intensity to the max, and Pecco can barely catch his breath because it all feels so good and so perfect and so much.

Bez lets go of his nipple to move lower, he leaves a few hickeys on his lower belly, then he moves again and bites at PEcco’s thigh, the older’s hand now in Bez’s hair, making him moan a little. He sucks a few more hickeys on each thigh, leaving a few bites as well, just because he knows Pecco likes them, and because he himself loves to see them on his skin, he likes it when the others cast a glance at Pecco and they see him marked by him.

Pecco is basically begging Bez, he doesn’t know what for, but hearing Pecco say his name on repeat sounding so desperate is like adding fuel to a fire.

Once he finishes marking him up he starts kissing around the area Pecco wants him to touch more, ignoring it tho, building up the tension, and just when Pecco is about to actually beg him he starts sucking and licking his clit, which by now is fucking hypersensitive , and Pecco can only moan and sob at how good it feels to have Bez like that. He wraps his legs around Bez’s head, he’s basically caged there, but it’s not like he hates it, on the contrary, it’s pretty much the best place he could be at right now.

Pecco can’t even form proper sentences, he really is gone, the only thing that leaves his mouth is a string of “Marco” and curses and whines.

Overstimulation has always been something Pecco never thought about, because he knew it would get him like this, dumb and basically cockdrunk, and he never liked the idea of being at the mercy of whoever was in bed with him.

This was all before Bez tho, since he and Bez decided to finally label the messy hookups and jealousy stares exchanged whenever the other would bring someone in as their new partner he gave up everything.

The first time Bez proposed overstimulation he went red in the face and said “absolutely not” and Bez was ok with that.

But then one time his boyfriend made him come thrice in just one night and Pecco thought to himself how good it was, and brought up the topic again.

And from then on whenever there’s a chance he knows Bez will work hard to give him as many orgasms as he can. He likes to be at Bez’s mercy, to be completely subjugated by him, let him have complete control over everything.

Bez moaning as he sucks his clit brings him immediately back to reality, the bastard knows the effect he has on him, and of course he does it on purpose. He keeps basically torturing him until Pecco comes once again, com’è dripping from his chin like before.

He should be satisfied now, he came three times, but the more he looks at Bez the more he thinks about his god forsaken hand, and how hot that tattoo on his ring finger is.

“Marco” “Mh?” “Can you…I want your fingers, inside me please, I want - the tattoo Marco please” “The tattoo? What about it Franci come on tell me”

He’s clearly embarrassed by his desire, and Bez grinning because he knows exactly what he wants but refusing to act on it until asked, it's…intoxicating somehow.

“I want to see you, fingering me and I want to see the tattoo that - Marco please don’t make me ask for this” “Just for today I won’t because you’re really pretty and you’ve been very pretty while I made you come”

Bez turns off the vibrator, which was still buzzing inside of Pecco making his voice tremble, and slowly takes it out, making Pecco whine.

Bez is still in his boxers, Pecco can see how hard he is, he almost feels guilty asking him to fuck him with his finger instead of his dick, but Bez doesn’t seem upset by it, his eyes are basically shining at the request actually.

“Come on come here”

Bez moves to be almost at the edge of the bed and pats the spot right in front of him, where pecco almost crawls to, settling himself with his back pressed against Bez’s chest and his legs bent on the mattress, over Bez’s thighs. It’s not really comfortable but he doesn’t care, not when he’s got the mirror in front of himself where he can watch Bez take him apart completely.

“Look at yourself Franci, don’t turn your head ok?” “Yes” “If you look away from the mirror I’ll take longer to make you cum, and I don’t think you want that right?” “No no”

Bez smiles and leaves a kiss on his neck, rapidly making his way to Pecco’s collarbone and biting there lightly, just enough to leave a mark. Then he’s quick to spread his thighs a bit and move his hand to Pecco’s pussy, ignoring the whine coming from him.

He doesn’t make many ceremonies and promptly pushes two fingers in, and Pecco’s gaze is basically glued to that “12” tattooed on the ring finger, he watches it going in and out of his cunt like it’s some sort of enchanted tool, and well, is he’s honest with himself sometimes he does think it is judging by how fast it can make him come if he just thinks about it when he touches himself at night.

“Marco faster go faster”

Bez doesn’t even answer, he just complies to his request, speeding up the movement and smirking at the squelching and dirty sound coming from that, leaving other kisses all over Pecco’s collarbone, making sure from time to time he hasn’t looked away.

And Pecco really doesn’t think Bez would notice, the quick few seconds he looks away just to watch the fingers actually going in and out of his pussy, now shiny with his previous release. But oh does he notice.

“You looked away Franci, what did I tell you?” “No no it - just for a second I swear it wasn’t on purpose, I swear” “But you did it, so now I think I’ll go a bit slower, yes? But since I’m really really nice I’ll help you not to look away again ok?” “Please”

He does slow down the pace, which is unexpectedly better for Pecco, because he can actually see how the tattooed finger gets progressively more covered with his cum. The second best thing is the help that Bez offered him not to look away, which comes in the shape of a hand around his throat, forcing him to look only in the mirror.

“I love how pathetic you look when you’re overstimulated, you know? All blushy and sweaty, with your eyes glossy and unfocused and your lips parted, basically begging me with your eyes to make you come again, as if I didn’t make you come three times already, you get so so needy and you look so perfect”

Pecco lets out something between a moan and a sob, and Bez tightens the hand around his neck a bit, because he knows he likes it, when there's a bit less oxygen and he gets dizzy from it.

Bez picks the pace up again, he knows Pecco is close, he can always tell, and it would be strange if he wasn’t given he already came three times and he hasn’t given him half a break since getting here.

Pecco keeps watching those fingers getting coated in his release and wishes he could snap a picture at the sight he’s looking at in the mirror because he’ sure it’d be better than watching any kind of porn or pic that they send to each other to jerk off when they’re far from the other.

He can feel Bez’s dick pressing against the small of his back and that just get him more aroused. The fact Bez is ignoring his erection to do something for him it’s just too good for him.

He opens his mouth to tell he’s close when the hand wrapped around his throat lets him go, just to move in his curls and tug his head back a little, and god if the neck is a sensitive area of his, hair is playing another championship for sure.

He moans and immediately comes, he can’t yell Bez’s name because the other is quick to kiss him, taking his breath away and keep on making out with him until he finished coming, or, well, actually once he breaks away and looks at himself he sees how he didn’t just came but straight up fucking squirted.

And Bez seems to be enjoying this like a few times before, even if this is not something completely new for him Bez can’t help but feel proud of his work.

“Oh you liked it that much? Am I that good?” “Yeah”

He sounds and feels dumb, his thighs are shaking and he wants to sleep for like four hours now. Bez turns him around and pulls him in, but instead of kissing him he puts the two fingers he used to make him come in front of his mouth, eyes almost shining.

“You don’t want to leave me dirty like this right? Come on be a good boy and clan me up”

Pecco complies, because Bez looks so fucking hot and the idea of having those fingers in his mouth is just as hot. He sucks them clean, passing his tongue over the tattoo, not breaking eye contact with Bez, who’s smirking like a cat.

Pecco lets go of his fingers and Bez dries them on the mattress, finally pulling him in for a kiss, moaning in Pecco’s mouth because the bastard rolls his hips against his erection, but he perfectly knows PEcco doesn’t have the strength to get fucked right now.

“I’ll clean you up and then go get a shower, ok Franci?” “But you still have to cum” “Yeah but you’re too tired I’m not gonna fuck you” “I can suck you off” “I don’t want to take advantage of you all tired amore” “I want to. I want to suck you off and I want you to cum in my mouth” “Ok fuck - I love you you know?”

Pecco smiles and clubs down from his lap, while BEz takes off his boxers and lets out a moan, the older looking at him like a meal. Bez tosses the boxers aside, and Pecco takes his dick in hand, the head already covered in precum, and he can thee the one vein he likes to tease on there to make Bez go crazy

Bez is big. Not impressively so but Pecco has had a few experiences other than him and he can fairly say he’s the biggest he ever got with.

He likes mostly the stretch that comes when Bez fucks him, and he always struggles a bit at first when he sucks him off, and Bez likes it

He wraps his lips around the tip and slowly takes him in, Bez immediately getting his hand in his hair, making Pecco moan.

He wouldn’t feel so close already usually, but he’s been needing Pecco for almost one hour now, and he just really wants to cum, much more so down Pecco’s throat.

As always Pecco gags a little once he gets him whole, but he immediately composes himself and starts bobbing his head with a quick rhythm, passing his tongue over the vein and occasionally stopping when he reaches the tipo to push his tongue in the slit there, causing Bez to tighten his hold in his curls.

“Don’t tease too much Franci, I made you cum four times. It's not very nice of you is it?”

Pecco nods a bit and quickens his pace, getting Bez closer with every movement of his head. Bez begins bucking his hips a bit, and that’s how Pecco knows he really is close, together with the increasing volume of moans and curses he lets out. He wants Bez like this always, praising him, telling him how good he feels around him, getting him dumb from how much he makes him come, he wants this everyday

“Franci"

It’s all the warning he gets before Bez is coming down his throat, the bitter taste of the liquid making him scrunch his face for a second, but eventually he swallows it all, breaking away and making Bez look, taking out his tongue and showing his work.

“So good Franci god, I’d stay here all day but we've been gone for too long I think if we don’t get cleaned up and dressed again Vale is gonna have our heads” “Yeah I know I know, shower and then we go?” “Sounds good”

They spend another fifteen minutes in the shower making out and actually washing themselves before they’re ready to go downstairs again, where a pretty upset Vale is waiting for them, smacking Bez on the back of his head and telling him they gotta stop sneaking off like that during training.

Bez laughs and Pecco gets red in the face, but at least he gets to ride around with Bez a bit longer since Vale forced them to do an extra 30 laps around the track for their “inappropriate behavior”.

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