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“I’m going to find Seb!” He yells at the two men in front of him, both sipping on their respective alcoholic drinks.
“Who?” Jenson yells back, his white button up very buttoned down - exposing his collarbone and sweaty neck. Fernando just squints at him, still drinking.
“Sebastian!” Mark groans, the music is far too loud in this cramped building, “Haven’t seen him all night!”
He makes sure Jenson can hear him, even though the man has been through all his hangovers and ‘sick days’ he’s still more than eager to drink more than what is necessarily needed.
“Ah, we’ll follow. Little ol’ Seb.” Jenson laughs, grabbing onto his drink as he gets out of their booth.
“Fernando?” Mark turns to the Spaniard, all of them had technically lost their championship chances to Sebastian just a few hours ago (or a few races ago, in Jenson’s case).
“Sure.”
They find him in the middle of a crowd. His tight shirt has ridden up his flat stomach and his baggy jeans had somehow lost its belt Mark was pretty sure he entered with.
“Mate!” Mark says loud enough so Sebastian can actually hear him, “pull up your pants, we can see your panties.”
“Ah?” The young man turns around, his hair disheveled and messed up from the mechanics' rough hands and rowdy nature. His face is sweaty and there’s a big grin on his lips, all pink and swollen. “Mark!” Then he sees the other two, “Jenson! Fernando!”
Mark stares down, squints his eyes because something isn’t right. It’s his eyes - there’s any of that bright blue that makes Mark’s stomach hurt sometimes. Sebastian’s pupils blown wide - it’s clear the team had gotten him to try something.
Fucking idiots.
“Let’s go to the bathroom, so you can calm down a bit eh?”
He turns to the other two and does a grimace and then slightly gesturing to the unsteady form that is Sebastian.
Fernando frowns, looks him up and down and grabs Sebastian’s wrist. They all four begin to make their way through the crowd, get their names shouted and a mass of hurrahs. They hurry a bit faster after they hear Christian call for Sebastian.
-
“Come on Seb, drink some water.” Mark says, desperately holding the bottle of water he’d gotten from the bar. “You’ll thank me later.”
“Nooo, I want to feiern! ” Sebastian grins so wide Mark is surprised his cheeks doesn’t split in two, eyes glittering like fireworks. It was enough of a task to make him go and take a piss, he doesn't want to try and make a twenty three year old man drink water.
Mark looks helplessly to the side, seeing how Jenson has his hand clamped over his mouth so as not to cackle at the sight and Fernando just stares at Sebastian with slight worry.
“Please?” Mark tries, gives a slight smile. “Just drink some of it?”
Sebastian grimaces like a child who doesn’t want to eat his greens and shakes his head, his lips pressed together tightly. Like the stubborn, spoiled little kid he is.
Mark feels the frustration physically grow in his chest, tightening and wrenching his insides. why won’t he just drink the bloody water before whatever drugs and alcohol he has in his body dry him up and..
“Mark, move.” Fernando mutters, taking the bottle from him with an irritated expression.
“He won’t even..” Mark moves back, moving to stand next to Jenson who now has tears in his eyes. “Are you alright?” He asks, slapping him on the side of the head when Jenson won’t stop shaking from barely contained laughter.
The two watch as Sebastian realizes Mark has moved and now Fernando is standing in front of him. The blond looks at him with wide, teary eyes that just seem the perfect for looking up while-
“Sebastian.” Is all Fernando has to say, hold the plastic up to his shut lips for Sebastian to open his mouth. Fernando holds the bottle for him, gently tipping it back.
Mark and Jenson stare in fascination as Sebastian drinks it, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down like clockwork as he swallows. Mark feels his stomach churn, and not in a bad way.
It is really hot to watch. Sebastian doing just what Fernando wants him to without Fernando needing to explicitly say it.
They’re just standing one and a half meters away, since the bathroom is pretty tiny, so they see how Sebastian’s eyes fall half shut as he suckles at the water being gifted to him. It’s ridiculously hot. And weirdly intimate, Mark feels shame fill his body as his cock twitches in his underwear.
And soon Sebastian has drunk up two thirds of the bottle and the Spaniard takes it from his mouth. Sebastian whines but swallows whatever is left in his mouth.
“There you go.” Fernando pats his hip and that somehow wakes Sebastian up from whatever trance he has been.
Before they know it Sebastian grips Fernando’s strong arms in his tiny hands and pushes him against the wall, all while pressing his very insistent lips to Fernando’s. The most surprising thing is that Fernando lets him .
Chuckles against the younger’s mouth and lets Sebastian do as he pleases. It’s a bit fascinating how he can be under influence and yet keep Fernando against the wall with insistent strength.
“Uh?” Jenson says dumbly as the scene unfolds, the German holding tightly on Fernando’s shirt, forcing their bodies together. Fernando’s hands wander to hold Sebastian close, settling just below his ass.
Sebastian whines against his lips, his entire face flushed as he gets more and more insistent. Pushing and taking whatever he wants, selfishly for himself and holding it close to his heart.
“Uhm,” They’re interrupted by a loud banging on the bathroom door. Sebastian flinches so hard he presses his crotch right against Fernando’s hip - going suspiciously quiet and lax as he lays breathing against Fernando’s ear.
“Other people want to piss too!!” A loud accented voice said through the door.
“We better get going..” Mark mutters under his breath.
-
They settle in a taxi on the way to the hotel that McLaren, Ferrari and Red Bull decided to book. A wonderful mistake made by their booking, it made a disaster of smuggling and allegations of information being sent around but nothing led to anything - a wonderful thing to entertain the media even more than a four way title decider.
Sebastian is still somewhat sated after his attack on Fernando, the older man still smug as he keeps a secure hand on Sebastian’s right knee. But as they’re just a few minutes away from the hotel, he starts to bounce his leg with annoyance of the long ride. Mark watches in amazement as Fernando simply squeezes tightly and Sebastian stops immediately.
If only he could do that before a race.. Mark thinks.
-
“Okay let’s get you up to your room Seb.” Mark sighs, somehow someone in booking had fucked up the booking so glamoursly they’d all gotten their rooms on the same floor.
“Noo..” Sebastian says like a child not wanting to go to sleep, Mark feels how the grip on his hand tightens slightly.
“Don’t start arguing now.” Mark doesn’t think he can handle Sebastian whining and groaning any more than he has this past season. And if Sebastian is gonna start to act like he did earlier then he’s just gonna let Jenson and Fernando deal with him.
“Poor little kitty,” Fernando laughs. Jenson just watches them with wide eyes, analyzing their moves.
“Mmm, just, just..” Sebastian trails off, his eyes traveling from Fernando to Jenson - who’s looking at him like an owl. Mark watches as Sebastian gets that big broad smile he only has on podiums. “JB! You’re here! Das ist schön..”
He says it with such surprise, as if Jenson hadn’t been there the entire time.
“‘That is nice’ Christ Seb, you really do gotta get to bed.” Mark doesn’t know much German, but after being around the international sport that is Formula One you learn a few words.
Sebastian just turns to him and pouts, lets go of him and stumbles over to Jenson with that big drunk smile again.
“Hii Jenson.” He whispers, and he’s standing on his tippy toes.
“Seb-“ Jenson begins with a slight panic in his voice, eyes widening as he looks at Fernando. Both his hands coming to rest on Sebastian’s waist to keep him steady.
“Sebastian.” Fernando calls when they’re just a few doors away, “We’ll go to your hotel room no? Keep you entertained there.”
That catches the young German’s attention, who nods and giggles. Jenson feels as though his hands are burning when he lets go of Sebastian, his hot skin imprinting on him.
Sebastian smiles against Fernando’s neck as he hangs over his back, whatever the little pills one of the mechanics passed him were fantastic. He has his arms lazily wrapped around Fernando.
Huh, he thinks, bite-able.
He giggles to himself, hears Fernando say something before he opens his mouth against the older man’s neck. He moans at the taste.
The salty taste fills his mouth, the skin and muscle so soft under him. He wants to bite it, wants to take more into his mouth. Sebastian sinks his sharp teeth down into the meat, relishing in how Fernando is still soft and relaxed.
“Ah, ah Seb!” Fernando quickly stiffens, trying to get out of Sebastian’s grasp. Sebastian bites a bit harder before letting go and makes the most apologetic sound he can manage, pressing a soft kiss to the still white bite mark.
Just as he’s about to make a matching one next to it - there’s a big hand just in front of his mouth, he looks up and sees Mark’s face.
“Don’t bite Fernando.” He scolds, Sebastian’s eyes widen and his eyebrows knots together.
“I said sorry!” He says quickly before burying his face in Mark’s hand shamefully, closing his eyes and trying to seem regretful.
Fernando only chuckles softly as he takes out Sebastian’s keycard, "It's alright, cariño .”
Sebastian just whines again. He feels too hot now, before he had been pleasantly buzzed and warm but now… now he felt like he was about to melt into a puddle . A happy, wet little puddle made out of champagne.
Then a welcome, comforting hand fall onto the small of his back. He looks to the side and sees Jenson looking down on him with that big gentle smile of his.
Meanwhile Jenson has to fight not to get the biggest boner of his life. Sebastian looks up with wide, teary eyes and his blown pupils- he looks like the most innocent little thing on the entire planet. His hair even more disheveled now that he had been nuzzling into Fernando for the past minute and a half.
Hello, new World Champion.
Not to mention that Mark’s hand, which previously was just a wall between Fernando’s skin and Sebastian’s sharp teeth, had curled around his mouth.
Soon the door beeps and Fernando opens it up. The three of them peer into Sebastian’s room, everything seems neat and clean. Fernando enters, with Sebastian following and Jenson and Mark trailing behind.
They all help to undress Sebastian - it’s a team effort.
Fernando drags the shirt up his armpits like you would undress a little child before handing it to Jenson who dutifully folds it (more throws it onto the chair in the corner of the room). Mark spends this time taking Sebastian’s phone and wallet that were somehow still in his pocket.
During all this, Sebastian needs someone to hold on during all this and this person was apparently Mark. Holding onto his wrists as though he would fall over if he didn’t. He looks into Mark’s eyes, wide and inspecting. Peering into his brain.
Mark grits his teeth when Sebastian mewls oh so softly as Fernando slowly drags his zipper down. The jeans fall down on their own, Sebastian lazily steps out of them and kicks them away before Jenson picks it up and folds it.
Mark makes the big, giant mistake of looking down to see the big wet spot in Sebastian’s briefs, his eyes widened and he wants nothing but to put his mouth against the fabric and taste.
“When was this?” Fernando asks, he has also seen it, Mark realizes.
“Bathroom.” He whispers meekly, hands tightening around Mark’s forearms, they can’t reach all the way around and all Mark wants is to see them wrapped around his dick. “During the, uhm, kissing.”
“Ah, good boy.” Fernando says.
“Couldn’t help it, Nano, was so good.” Mark feels Sebastian resting against his thigh and soon the wetness has seeped through the denim and- wet . Sebastian is really wet like a girl.
Then he begins to move . Slow and probably not even conscious movements but still, Sebastian is grinding against his thigh and he has no idea what to do.
He can’t push the poor boy away, he’d probably start crying and still jerk off in front of them. Sebastian would probably be so red faced as he whines and whimpers as he has to make himself cum infront of them, his little fist wrapped tightly around his tiny little cock and feverishly trying to finish.
He looks to Fernando for help who only looks back at him with a strangely blank expression.
-
Somehow they all fit on the bed.
Mark is sitting against the wall with Sebastian in his lap and Fernando and Jenson are on either side of him. They have lit the tiny lamp on the bedside table, casting warm light over the four of them.
They’ve gotten Sebastian to take off his boxers and socks, leaving him completely naked while the rest of them are fully dressed.
“Well? Mark?”
“Me?” Mark cringes at how his voice cracks, Jenson seemingly finds it a bit funny with how he has to hold back a loud snort.
“He’s in your lap, no?”
“I guess..”
Sebastian grabs his lax right hand, bringing it close to his hot leaking cock.
“Please, please..” he whispers, eyes barely open as he manipulates Mark’s hand into a loose fist around him.
“There you go Seb, taking what you want.” Fernando smiles, bringing a hand to Sebastian’s chest. He gently touches his slightly pebbled nipples, smiling even wider at the surprised squeak Sebastian lets out.
Behind Sebastian’s back, Fernando taps Jenson on his arm. The Brit looks at him, eyes widening as Fernando just eyes at the very lonely nipple on Jenson’s side.
Jenson swallows as he does just the slightest of touches to the neglected patch of skin. He feels Sebastian’s breath hitch at the contact and how his heart beat goes impossibly faster.
“Please, please..” Sebastian starts to whimper again, making pitiful sounds as his cock leaks onto Mark’s hand. “‘Nando, please, please.”
Even with my hand on his cock he only wants Fernando, Mark thinks meanly before making his previously loose grip tighter.
The reaction is immediate. Sebastian’s lazy form goes stiff. Mark feels how the thighs on the side of his hips lock in place.
“Tell us what you want, Sebastian.” Fernando whispers in that stupidly hot Spanish accent that could make anyone weak.
“Want, want, fuck ..” it’s very apparent that the English language is failing Sebastian. But somehow Fernando can decode it.
“Ah, you want to get fucked?” Fernando asks, as if it’s just a normal question.
Mark bites his tongue, Sebastian really does look good like this. His muscles flexing as he tries to keep his body under his control, sweat covering his neck. His hair plastered to his forehead as he tries not to buck into Mark’s hand.
Not to mention the cock that stands high between his legs - flushed and weeping and somehow the most adorable dick Mark has seen in his life.
But the two men on the sides of him look just as good. Jenson, who’s so unsure in how to touch Sebastian and doing everything carefully and gently - teasingly touching his pink little nipple and nipping at his neck.
And Fernando, ugh Fernando, who seems to know exactly what Sebastian needs all the time and how he wants it and-
“Yes, Ja, yes.”
“You heard him Mark,” Fernando grins, “Seb here wants to get fucked.”
“We’ll be able to do that, won’t we?” Mark does not know where the confidence comes from but he is very thankful for it.
Fernando only grins, presses a quick kiss to Sebastian’s cheek before going off to go through his bag. Mark looks to Jenson, who’s now gone from nipping at tiny bits of skin to kissing and sucking at Sebastian’s neck and shoulders.
“Enjoying yourself Jense?” He smiles, Jenson just squints at him and does the silly wiggle thing with his eyebrows before continuing with marking Sebastian red and purple.
Fernando does a ‘aha!’ noise when he finally finds what he’s looking for. Mark notices packets of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Mark unconsciously tightens his grip again when at the sight of the bottle. He only notices when Sebastian begins to pant violently and make noises that can only be described as panic.
His face morphing into a grimace of pleasure, eyebrows knotting together and shoulders drawn all the way up to his red ears. It’s all incredibly satisfying to see - before Sebastian squirts on him.
All three watch as he tries not to buck into the pleasure, all while the white spurts dirties Mark’s dress shirt.
“Christ Seb..” Jenson mutters, leaving his poor nipple alone to rest his hand just below his shuddering chest.
“Good boy Seb, coming so good for us.” Fernando mutters and Mark wants nothing more than to relive the moment again and again.
Sebastian twitches and groans, but he doesn’t get soft. He remains hard and stiff and Mark thinks he’s gonna die at the thought of making Sebastian orgasm multiple times throughout the night.
Sebastian opens his eyes, they’re bloodshot and shiny from tears. He looks at Fernando with pleading eyes, wide and begging. If Sebastian looked at him like that before a race he’d offer to let him through, give him all the front wings he wanted- any and all championships.
And Fernando grins. A cheeky little attitude hangs off his lips as he manhandles Sebastian to lean just a bit forward on Mark’s leg, and forces him to lay down. His back arches as he’s lying chest to chest with Mark and has his ass up in the air. Mark has to fight his instincts so as not to tighten his fist again.
“Jenson?” Fernando says expectantly. Jenson just blinks.
Fucking idiot.
“Oh, uhm, I..” the famous womanizer playboy has lost the ability of his mouth because of a twink orgasming and Mark might hit Jenson to get his brain to reboot. “Wasn’t Mark..?”
“You think he can reach from there? You have too much trust in the human body…” He grabs Jenson’s right hand, bends all his lax fingers except his thumb. Then he lets go, opens the bottle and slowly drizzles the liquid directly onto Sebastian’s hole. “Like this, yes?”
Mark can’t see much from angle, but if Sebastian’s surprised squeak and flinch he wasn’t prepared for it.
“What do I..” Jenson mutters as Fernando guides his hand towards Sebastian.
His wide palm settles on his cheek, the lube is already dripping down towards his balls and- On instinct Jenson swipes his thumb against the drop to avoid it dirtying Mark’s jeans. The two men watch as Sebastian clenches around nothing in surprise, entire body sensitivity. Mark swallows a silent ‘ow’ as Sebastian’s greedy fingers dig into his biceps.
Jenson looks at Fernando, the Spaniard only grins and guides his thumb back up to his hole. It’s now that Jenson notices that Sebastian is shaved, everything on display.
Pretend it’s a girl, Jenson thinks to himself, it’s just a pretty girl you’ve picked up.
But it’s very hard to pretend you’re fingering a girl when it’s the newly crowned champion singing beneath you. But Jenson bites his tongue as he gently presses at the tight ring of muscles and hears Sebastian breath release.
He’s careful as he tests how much it’ll give, whenever he feels as though his thumb might go inside him he backs out and goes back to rub at the ever reddening ring.
“Stop teasing him!” Fernando laughs.
“I’m not teasing him, I’m just..” Jenson frowns, “testing it.”
Fernando just hums and smiles.
Okay, okay just do it. Just stick your thumb in his asshole. What the fuck.
He barely notices when he sinks his thumb down to the first knuckle and it is tight . He has to press it all the way in so as not to be forced out. He looks up to see if he could see Sebastian’s face but instead has eye contact with Mark.
Well, hi.
He looks back down and slowly bends his thumb and touches the walls that surround him. It’s surreal, to watch how it disappears into Sebastian and feeling the soft inside of him.
He knows, from health class sixteen years or so ago, that Sebastian’s prostate should be somewhere where his thumb is. Jenson lightly presses forward, even though he’s deathly afraid he might pinch an organ or something.
“Jenson..” Sebastian gasps, voice pitched much higher than usual. He looks over his shoulder, hair in his eyes as he begs silently. Jenson blinks at him and gently presses against the rubbery muscle.
Sebastian curls his hand into the fabric of Mark’s shirt and tucks his head under the man’s jaw. Mark has to mentally remind himself to calm his breath down, to take normal, slow breaths and not to let his pulse expose just how turned on he is.
He’s constantly moving, rutting against Mark’s fist while trying to move back onto Jenson’s thumb, it makes for a perfect circle of pleasure and doesn’t allow for his hips to go stale.
“Take it out and use this,” Fernando taps his bent index finger, “one instead, if you want to fuck him.”
“Yeah, sorry I was..”
Fernando chuckles, “Seb is very.. nice, eh?”
“Yeah,” Jenson sighs, “he’s nice.”
He bites his tongue as he presses his finger into him, Although it’s not as thick as his thumb he can reach much further.
Mark glances down at Sebastian, his face hidden in his neck and his blond hair gone curly from the sweat and the bottles of champagne that have been poured over him. Mark moves his left hand to rest it on his waist, his skin burning against his palm.
“How are you feeling, Sebastian?” Fernando asks. He has, of course, seen what Mark did. He feels Sebastian spit soaked lips move against his skin, mumbles leaving his mouth. They’re big and he feels the slight hint of his sharp teeth. It feels as though it’s flickering over his skin like a candle in a dark room.
“What was that?” Fernando grins. He runs his hand over Sebastian’s ankle, digging his thumb into the ball of his feet that are undoubtedly sore. Mark feels Sebastian taking a shuddering breath over his, feels his ribs shake with the effort and how the grip Sebastian has on his shoulder tightens somewhat.
“Good.” He admits, voice wobbly and squeaky.
Adorable, Mark thinks before he can stop himself.
“I would believe so, Jenson?” The Brit makes a sound, “You can add another finger, don’t you think so Sebastian?”
Sebastian nods, his hair tickling Mark’s neck.
“Okay, okay..” Jenson says to himself, taking the bottle of lube and squirting some on his finger. He makes sure it’s warm and spread out over the digit before pressing it next to the other one.
They all hear the mewl Sebastian lets out as Jenson carefully rubs at his prostate - a bit harder than before but still very gentle. It's a pathetic little sound but Mark can’t help how his heart clenches.
“Good job Jenson, try and separate them - ah, just like that.” Fernando instructs, Mark sees how his smile broadens when he follows the orders. “Then just keep doing that, yes?”
“Yeah..” Jenson mutters absentmindedly.
Sebastian whines as he’s being stretched out, a strange feeling he never really got used to - but he knows he’ll feel better. He just needs a distraction.. he thinks about biting Mark too, but from the reaction he got when he did it to Fernando it probably wouldn’t be appreciated..
But he could still kiss it? Couldn’t he?
Sebastian opens his mouth and tastes the sweat on his neck, it’s just like it was with Fernando. Only that Mark has another cologne than him, darker- musk-ier? He can’t stop the sound that leaves his mouth as he rocks back on the fingers inside him and the hand around him, tasting Mark.
Going from somewhere near his shoulder all the way behind his ear, breathing in the smell and leaving a trail of cold saliva from his tongue. The skin is soft and so biteable, Sebastian imagines it would feel like biting into a ripe peach in the middle of the summer - juices squirting into his mouth and filling it with sweetness.
“No biting Seb.” Mark reminds when he feels the slightest ghost of them, Sebastian whines. “You rabid little dog.” He moves his hand from his lithe waist to rest on Sebastian’s sweaty nape.
Mark pushes him down slightly, forcing Sebastian to lay ever closer against the hot skin. It’s nice, the pressure and his warm wet breath. It feels as though Sebastian is preparing for his last meal, running his hot tongue against the skin of his throat - tasting and savoring the taste for as long as possible.
“Add another one.” Fernando whispers as he watches Mark and Sebastian. Jenson nods, not even looking at the other two men.
Sebastian’s entire body tightens up as he feels a third finger prod at him. Trapping the two fingers inside him and making it impossible for any more to enter.
It’s too much, the stimulation on his cock and inside him and whatever the pretty little pink pills someone had given him are definitely making him dizzy.
“Sebastian,” he hears Fernando whisper, a hand on the back of his thigh. Not touching for pleasure, just a warm comfort. “Relax.”
But it’s not enough. He shakes his head, it’s impossible . He can’t relax when he has gotten all he has ever wanted. Championship, the three of his biggest competitors taking care of him and touching him-
He feels a tight pinch on his thigh and he whines, it hurts.
“Mate, can’t you.. relax?” He hears Mark say over his shoulder, his thumb gently digging into his neck. He doesn’t know if he’s talking to him or Fernando.
“He just needs a push.” Fernando answers back, “He always does. He’s shy.”
“Okay, well maybe.. Seb? Can you come up real quick?” Mark asks, Sebastian shakes his head again, though it’s more like nuzzling into Mark due to their proximity. It’s warm and safe and he can hide in Mark’s neck. “Just for a second, okay?”
Sebastian lets out a pathetic sound but follows Mark orders. He pouts when he glances up at Mark. Not only is he cold, but he knows he’s ruined the mood.
“What’s going on, huh?”
“Uhm,” he opens his mouth and closes, unsure what to say, “can, can I…” Sebastian trails off but with how stuck his eyes are on Mark’s mouth, Mark gets what he's trying to say.
Mark forces him down with the heavy hand on his neck again, opening his mouth just as Sebastian does. He gets to feel Sebastian's impossibly soft lips against his. Mark closes his eyes, feeling himself drown in it.
Fernando feels along Sebastian’s back, feeling how his entire body goes weak and pliant - but also unable to support himself. Mark has to let go of his cock to hold him steady. The younger whimpers at the sudden lack of pressure but doesn’t let go of Mark’s mouth.
“Jenson, come on now.” Fernando whispers. The Brit seemed to be completely entranced by the scene in front of him. "Jenson?"
“What? Right, uh..” he gently moves his index and middle finger to the side, leaving a slight gap for his ring finger to push into. He looks up to make sure Sebastian is still focusing on making a mess of Mark’s face.
“Gently press it in- just like that..”
Sebastian’s back arches and he gasps into Mark’s mouth, just now understanding what’s going on behind him. He clenches around the three wide fingers inside his. They’re all made into a little, not so circular, circle.
Both of Mark’s strong hands are wrapped around his hips, making sure he stays still and doesn’t twitch unexpectedly. It’s nice. Secure.
By the time Jenson has gotten his three fingers all the way in, Sebastian is practically drooling into Mark’s mouth, trying to glue the two together so they can never be pulled apart. Mark wasn’t pulling away, unless to gasp for air before resuming their kiss.
It feels as though he’s coming home, hands inside him, holding him or caressing him. Not to mention the pills have gone from slightly uncomfortable to pure euphoria now, making him slip into a space of love and submission. It makes him feel a bit like a ragdoll. Easily malleable.
The fingers inside his stretch and part from each other, forcing him wide and open. Sebastian keens at the feeling when one of Jenson’s knuckles accidently presses into his prostate - the pleasure so sudden he can’t even try to stop the pathetic sound.
“He’s stretched out enough now,” he hears someone say behind him, feels the sticky fingers separate and push against his soft inner walls. “You can take them out.”
Jenson nods, it feels a bit early but if Fernando thinks it’s time then it must be. He gently pulls out his fingers, not sure where to wipe off his sticky fingers so he decides to just use his shirt. Fernando grimaces.
-
He’s forced off Mark, made to sit upright. His cock is planted firmly against his lower stomach, standing tall from all the attention he’s been getting. Mark’s cock, which has just been smeared in lube, is just right neck to it, much thicker and longer than is and Sebastian can feel him throbbing.
He grins drunkenly down at him - who is only looking at his mouth. Sebastian feels his cheeks prickle, his lips are probably looking like a clown’s with how swollen they feel.
“Sebastian,” an accented voice says from behind, a few warm hands are holding him, “up.”
He pouts for Mark, seeing his eyes crinkle and feels how his entire stomach makes aggressive somersaults. As he rises a bit, he glances back - vision slightly blurry but he recognizes Jenson’s gentle hand from anywhere .
“Hi,” he says, “you okay?”
“Yes.” Sebastian responds, his tongue feeling all loose and lazy.
“Good boy.” He smiles, pats the small of Sebastian’s back. “So good for us, aren’t you?”
He can only muster a nod, his head feels like one of those wobbly head toys. About to spring off at any opportunity.
“Seb.” Fernando calls, pinching him again. “Up.”
He hums and pushes up a bit, just so that he’s right above Mark’s lubed cock. Mark’s big hands grab his hips, another hand from below seems to hold the Australian’s dick steady - earning a groan. He’s warmed up from the bottom up, heat pooling in his stomach.
When he catches his breath, he starts to lower himself, the head teasing his stretched hole. But gravity forces him down and soon he feels Mark stretching him wider than Jenson’s fingers could.
“Good, good boy Sebastian.” Fernando whispers into his ear from behind, stroking his quivering stomach. “Feels good, no?”
Sebastian feels how he’s slung into the soft space from before, the moment of clarity gone with a poof. He feels like melted chocolate - thick and sugary. Mark bites the inside of his cheek, Sebastian’s eyes are half closed and looking down at him but not seeing. His swollen lips are pulled into a delirious grin.
But suddenly Sebastian’s legs fail, his thighs had somehow started to shake without any of them noticing. He falls quickly, far too quickly, and takes all of Mark in just a few short seconds.
Both of them flinch at the sudden pleasure.
Mark hears a moan get ripped out of Sebastian, surprised as anyone else. Mark feels a few wet droplets of liquid land on his stomach, not quite enough to be a real ejaculation but he knows Sebastian only needs a little nudge at this point.
Sebastian has to grip the base of his cock so as not to cum, thumb and index finger wrapped tightly around it. Even though he knocks Fernando’s hand off in the process, surely leaving the man displeased and sighing.
“Shit, Seb, you okay?” Jenson asks, a tentative hand sneaks its way up on his thigh.
“Uhm, uhm.” Is all he manages. His ability to speak must’ve gone as soon as Mark’s cock had gotten inside. His hands nervously move from his thighs to Mark’s lower stomach, resting onto the tight muscle. “Uhm.”
“He’s fine.” Fernando says, a bit snappy. “He takes whatever cock that gets offered to him.”
“That’s a bit harsh.” Jenson frowns, surely Fernando can’t be feeling left out? He’s the one who started this mess, however cute and hot it is - it’s still very much a disaster, in the first place.
“’s just the truth.”
Thankfully it seems as though Sebastian and Mark are away in their own little world. Mark’s large hands have found their way on top of Sebastian’s, enveloping his tiny fingers. Sebastian smiles down at Mark, feeling a bit light headed. He’s so full . It’s as though his heart has tripled in size, he feels clumsy and a bit too big. Though he has to glance away when he sees the amount of love Mark gazes up at him with. He feels warm.
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But the sirup like state doesn’t stay for long, lingering but the need for pleasure takes the forefront of both of their minds. Seb feels like his thighs are burning as he rises up and down, aided by the myriad hands that have settled down on him.
He feels like that one game that kids play. Three people, one person in the middle that has to try and catch the ball that the two others throw to each other. Sebastian is the one in the middle. Thrown from one corner of the world to the other. Moving with such speed he gets dizzy and light headed.
Mark below him has one hand covering his mouth, his eyebrows drawn tight as he watches Sebastian. Eyes wandering to the hands gripping his waist and hips and thighs - wondering how it would be with only him and Seb. Without jealous Fernando and unsure Jenson.
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After a while, Sebastian’s legs get so tired he can only manage rocking back and forth while holding onto Mark’s hand tightly. It is fine for all for of them, Mark gets to watch Sebastian’s tiny heaving chest and dazed expression fall into pleasure everytime his prostate gets grazed while Jenson and Fernando get leftovers.
Jenson and Fernando make do with sucking and biting Seb’s shoulders and neck and back and chest, tweaking and licking his nipples and teasing his weeping cock. All while singing praises, calling him good and world champion.
Fernando however seems to be ever frustrated, he’s not used to having to share Sebastian like this. Always having the younger man under him crying and moaning, but now only with soft keens and tightly shut eyes it’s different. They’re dragging it out, making Sebastian go through hopes of orgasm only to let him down. He’s weak from the alcohol and pills, letting them play their game with him.
Fernando keeps sighing and groaning, pinching his nipples hard enough to make Sebastian try and slap his hand away - whining in slight pain which soon dissipated into sweet sweet stinging pleasure.
But Mark knows the gentle pace and warmth that is enveloping him is making his belly grow hot and melted. He helps Sebastian move a bit, his hands holding securely onto his hips. Mark digs his fingers just inside of the hollow that Sebastian’s hip bones make, digging into the stubborn youthful fat that lays there.
“You close Mark?” Fernando questions.
“Getting there.” He answers vaguely, biting his tongue as he helps Sebastian lift just the tiniest bit - his hole tightly clenched around him.
“Hurry up will you? Others want to fuck him too.”
Alright then, Mark thinks and uses all the strength in his semi drunken muscles. He grips harder onto Sebastian’s thighs and easily moves them both over. Sebastian now lies flat on his back and gazes up at him with wide eyes.
“This okay Seb?” He gently strokes the inner of Sebastian’s thigh, feeling the soft meat. He feels it twitch beneath his thumb,
“Uh huh, alles Uh, gutt.” He seems to be grasping at his words but they keep slipping just out of reach.
“Yeah?” He experimentally holds Sebastian’s hips while gently thrusting, he doesn’t want it to hurt. Now with how good and proud Sebastian must feel, finally a world champion. “Still good?”
He nods.
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It feels as though they’re alone - Fernando and Jenson melting into the background, a part of the furniture. Nothing but decoration. For Mark only sees how Sebastian’s eyebrows knit together and how his lips curl in pleasure. He sees how Sebastian’s cock is slowly turning red at the tip, drooling a bit.
Mark can’t stop himself from speaking to him, even as he pants and can’t really keep his words right. He knows he throws in far too much Australian wording to sound hot. Ugh , he sighs to himself, focus on the task at hand.
Which is a bit hard considering how Sebastian feels like a hot wet glove gripping onto him.
“Go a bit harder.”
“Yeah?” He glances at Fernando. The younger man has his thick eyebrows drawn together and not in the way Sebastian does. Mark can’t help but glance down and notice Fernando is barely hard.
“He can take it.”
So he does as Fernando asks. Sebastian grasps onto his wrists, small fingers white from how hard he holds. His hair is messed up from champagne and sweat, all curly and messy and beautiful.
“Harder.”
So he does - Sebastian’s hands move from his wrists to his forearms. They barely wrap around and if he flexes them he can’t.
He doesn’t even notice how close he is until Sebastian cracks his eyes open, his lashes wet from tears and face all flushed. His lips are swollen from being pressed together.
In the end it’s when their hands envelope that Mark comes. He wonders if Sebastian’s hands hurt from how much he must be crushing them, fingers sprout like flowers between Mark’s knuckles.
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“So, anyone else?” Mark asks after he leaves the bathroom. He frowns when he sees that Fernando has already left and Jenson is putting on his shoes.
“Mate. Mark. You can’t think any of us can top that love confession.”
“Huh?”
“Your boyfriend wants to finish as well.” Jenson grins, claps him on the shoulder before closing the door.
What?
He turns to see Sebastian sitting against the headboard, his legs drawn up a bit. A slight smile on his lips, a large contrast to his dangerous grin on the podium earlier. Though his eyes are a bit teary.
It’s as though his body is numb, walking like a zombie towards him. He’s so beautiful, Mark can’t even think.
Make gets between his knees, glances down and sees how Sebastian has gotten pre cum on his stomach. Sebastian sees how he sees and giggles nervously.
“Can, can I?” He feels so shy all of a sudden.
“Please?”
He grabs the lube and squirts some on the center of his palm, easily spreading it out when he takes a hold of Sebastian’s cock.
He looks at Sebastian’s face as his entire fist envelopes his cock. How his lips go a bit slack as he gently drags the foreskin back, the head peeking out just a bit. Cute?
Sebastian’s hand snakes down to his, looking so tiny on top of it. Pale and a bit hairy towards the wrist. The younger man gently guides Mark, just how to twist and stroke. It feels nice that Sebastian is the one guiding his hand, to make sure everything is right. To his liking. Everything should be.
Mark knows he could shake off Sebastian’s hand anytime and do however he pleases. Sebastian already so out of it from the alcohol among other things that he would probably not complain.
But Mark knows, knows to not waste or throw it away. He wants this for the rest of his life, maybe not the sex. But Sebastian. Seb. World champion .
“Close.” Sebastian manages to get out and he speaks as though his tongue is too big for his mouth, his stomach muscles visibly twitch in anticipation.
“Yeah?”
“Uhuh..”
Sebastian looks up at him and is practically begging Mark to kiss him with his swollen pink lips. So Mark does. Tightens his grip on Sebastian and goes just a bit faster.
He moans into his mouth, his free hand goes to hold Mark’s bicep. The wet sounds are filthy, filling the room with their hurried gasps.
This hand on him grips on stronger and before Mark can even blink Sebastian squirts cum all over his own stomach. The moans are on tap now, Sebastian’s entire face scrunched up in pleasure - mouth open and unforgiving and not caring. Totally and utter pleasure.
Far too early it’s over - both their breaths have calmed down, both their cocks are flaccid and laying against their respective owner’s thighs.
“Hold on, I’ll get a towel.” Mark, without thinking, presses a gentle kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. It makes his own brain stop. He knows Sebastian smiles at him when he stumbles. He grins at himself.