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Lewis poked his head into Lando’s streaming room, “Hey Lan, I’m just going to get the gym room set up, you want to join me when you’re done here?”

She turned around and gave Lewis a smile, pulling her headphones down to sit around her neck. Behind her head, her Twitch chat was flying by – they loved it when Lewis was around when Lando streamed, they loved seeing the personal lives of their favourite drivers.

“Sure, I’ll probably be another fifteen minutes, if that’s cool for you?”

Lewis gave her a devilish smile, “No problem, I’ll go warm up while I wait for you.”

She must have recognised the intent in Lewis’ eyes and her own eyes narrowed inquisitively, “Okay, and what are we doing in the gym room?”

The way her looked her up and down was more than telling, “I was thinking yoga – if you’re up for that?”

Yoga was their code and Lewis grinned triumphantly when Lando blushed. The camera picked up on her heated face and her chat was going crazy, no doubting sussing that they really weren’t going to be doing yoga.

She cleared her throat, “Yeah, yoga is good, we can do some yoga.”

“Great,” Lewis replied, “Because there’s some new positions I want us to try – you know, to really maximise the benefit of our exercises.”

“Lewis! For God’s sake!” She shrieked, though she couldn’t stop the laughter. “Alright, alright, now that you’ve got my chat all riled up, I’m going to have to end things early!” Lando snarked, though the excited grin on her face betrayed her eagerness for their yoga time. He turned back to her computer, waving at the camera. “Alright chat, I’ve got to go, Lewis wants me to stretch him out and loosen him up for our yoga – “.

“– Hey!”

“– Umm, I don’t know who’s streaming right now – oh, Noel is! Can everyone go to Noel’s chat and tell him hi from me and then stay to annoy the fucking shit out of him please? Alright, thanks for stopping by chat, see you soon, bye!”

And with that, she clicked the end stream button, taking her time to shut down her computer before she finally relaxed back into her chair, swivelling around to face him properly. She smiled at him, sweetly, as though she hadn’t just implied she was about to stick her fingers up Lewis’ ass.

Lewis leant in the doorway, arms crossed, trying to hold a glare and failing miserably, “Now the news headlines are going to be ‘Hamilton Pegged by Girlfriend On and Off Track’ – how am I meant to show my face to the public again?”

Lando laughed, loud and unbothered, and her eyes twinkled even in the low lighting, “You deserved it and you know it. Now, what’s all this talk about new positions?”

Lewis sauntered over to his younger lover, “Well, it’s not anything we haven’t done before, we’ve just not had time to try it out for a while.” He spun Lando’s chair around so that she was facing away from him and reached around the high-backed chair to cover her eyes. From this angle, he saw her pulse point jump. Her hands left her legs to come up and grip the arms of the chair and her breathing suddenly became very controlled and measured.

“You want to know what I want to do to you, Lando?” He asked, voice nothing more than a whisper in her ear.

She swallowed loudly but her voice matched Lewis’, “Yes, please.”

He leant over the back of the chair so that it was forced to tip back to accommodate his extra weight. Burying his nose in her hair, he murmured, “Oh Lando, I want a whole lot of things where you’re concerned. But they all come down to the same thing in the end – I want to worship you, I want to praise you, I want to watch as you to lose yourself to the pleasure I’m going to give you, so much so that you won’t even remember your own name.”

Lando softly exhaled, her eyelids fluttering beneath Lewis’ palm, “That, uhm,” she cleared her throat, “That sounds good.”

Lewis chuckled, “Well, I’m glad you agree.” Slowly, teasingly, he trailed his hands down her face, brushing her jaw, gently squeezing her neck to feel her throat hitch in breath, moving further to run his hands down her arms. Firmly, he gripped her wrists, pinning them to the arms rests. “But, for today, for now at least, I want you ready and waiting for me in the gym. You’ll see what’s going on when you get there. Can you do that for me? Can you be good for me, darling?”

“Yes, Lewis, I will, I’ll be good,” she whimpered, legs crossing in a feeble attempt at generating any kind friction for herself.

“Oh, I know you will, darling. You’re always so good for me. Go on, to the gym. I’ll be there in two minutes time. I want you ready by the time I get there, understood?”

“Yes, Lewis, I’m ready, I’ll be ready.”

“Alright, off you go.”

With that, she opened her eyes, and Lewis released her wrists. She blinked up at him, eyes already falling a little glassy. She smiled at him, slightly breathless already, but Lewis always enjoyed it when her breath was a little ragged. She stood on shaky legs, and Lewis stole a kiss before she could stumble across the hallway to the gym.

As soon as Lando was out of sight, Lewis grinned. Time to get this show on the road.

Lewis gave himself the two minutes to calm himself down. Lando trusted him to be in control, and he couldn’t do that if he got too carried away, this scene was all for her after all.

Only four days ago, she (and Daniel) had won McLaren their first 1-2 since 2012 - and Lewis couldn’t be prouder. She had been the team-player that day, asking whether she should stick with their current positions or whether she could try to overtake. He had heard the radio message, the frustration in her voice as she told the team that Daniel needed to up his pace. He knew full well that she had the capabilities to take that win, and he felt irrationally angry on her behalf as her team told her to hold her position.

Lewis would be the first to admit it was hard staying behind your teammate, even more so when you thought you could get past them, when you wanted to get past them. He made no secret of the way that he had rooted for her, as he was checked out in the medical centre after his crash with Max, tagging her, and then Daniel as an afterthought, in his Instagram story. He was happy for Daniel, of course he was, he had driven well, and it was good to see him finally doing well in the McLaren, but Lewis thought that Lando’s own drive was glossed over. She had finished with her best result in F1, and furthermore she had defended well, against him, against Valtteri, against Charles. She had grown so much over this season and her defending was impeccable. That wasn’t even considering her overtake on Leclerc to get herself back to P2. But besides all of that, she had continuously out performed her teammate this year, and Lewis may be biased, but he felt that Lando should have taken pole position, rather than being stuck behind Daniel and having to defend for him. Or McLaren should have at least allowed her to try and take her maiden win.

Lando had left the door open, giving Lewis an unobstructed view as he walked into their gym. Lando was stood about ten feet in front of him, her bare back to him. Her pants dropped to the floor just as Lewis closed the door behind him, quietly sliding the lock into place.

Behind her, an old weight lifting bench had been dragged into the middle of the room. On top of the padding, a pile of white rope was sat innocently on one side and a vibrator wand was sat the other.

Lando turned slightly, to look over her shoulder at him and even after nearly three years, Lewis still had to pause to remind himself that this sight, this privilege, was all for him. Lando was slightly silhouetted against the afternoon sun shining in through the large bay windows. It made her glow, made her look angelic. She’d even let her hair down, something she didn’t often do since she felt it got in the way. But Lewis loved her hair down, loved being able to run his fingers through that thick mane.

In the confines of his own underwear, Lewis felt himself really start to appreciate her form.

She stretched her arms up above her head, taunting and tempting, and Lewis certainly was weak in temptation. He crossed the short distance towards her, wrapping an arm around her trim waist, pulling her close to his body.

He suddenly felt himself hating wearing clothes.

“Mmmm, Lew, have I been good? Did I do good?” Lando asked him, draping her arms across Lewis’ shoulders, pulling him close as Lewis had done for her.

“You know damn well that you’ve been good, and now it’s my turn alright? I’m going to treat you good, so good, darling.”

Lando mewled, whining against Lewis’ skin. Her grip was firm against his shoulders, and he took a moment to rub small circles into the small dip in her back.

“Easy, Lando, easy – Let me take care of you, okay? I’m going to make you feel so good, darling,” Lewis murmured against Lando’s bare shoulder. Her hands relaxed, even though Lewis would have loved to wear Lando’s bruises.

The younger girl’s breath stuttered briefly, and she licks her dry lips. She grinned softly, despite the heavy electricity in the air as her lust-filled eyes followed his every move.

“That’s it, darling, step backwards,” with gentle hands, he guided her backwards until the back of her bare thighs pressed against the padded table. “That’s good, darling, you’re so good,” he praised, because she was, and she deserved to know. And she deserved to hear those words for the rest of her life.

She deserved more praise than what she had been given so far. Really, that’s where Lewis came in. To reward her as she so deserved.

“I’m going to treat you exactly as you deserve, my darling. Treat you as the beautiful, smart, cunning, talented woman you are,” he emphasised his words with a squeeze to each of her breasts, cherishing her breathy moans and her cheeks flared up in mild embarrassment, “Would you like that, darling? Answer me, yes or no.”

Lando’s chest heaved, and her hands were trembling as they came up to grip Lewis’s arms, “Yes,” she whispered.

Peppering kisses along her face, Lewis smiled, “Colour?”

Her throat bobbed, “Green, Lewis.”

With one final kiss to her pursed lips, Lewis began.

He pulled away and took a step backwards, and from the back pocket of his jeans, he pulled a long, white piece of fabric and held it up for her to see. Her breath hitched again, but she nodded her head and Lewis stepped forward again to tie the blindfold behind her head. As soon as the knot was in place, it was like Lando’s strings were cut. She lost the tense set of her shoulders, and her muscles all relaxed as she handed over full control of her body to Lewis.

It was a heady thing, the knowledge that Lando trusted him so explicitly… It really made his own knees weak sometimes.

Murmuring to her, he got her sitting on the pillowed table, helping her scoot backwards so that she was in position for all the ropes to reach. This particular scene was well-practised between the two of them now, well engrained in their lives. Lewis doubted he could ever want someone as much as he wanted Lando. That thought should scare him – it did used to, back when this relationship was still so new, when Lando was still new to the Paddock – but now it only gave him comfort, because he knew Lando thought the exact same about him.

He swung her legs up onto the table then, rubbing small circles into each ankle. He gave himself a moment just to appreciate the solid warmth in his chest, one that he got just by looking at his darling.

“Are you ready, Lando? Yes or no again please, darling.”

A slight pause, then, “Yes, Lewis.”

“Good girl.”

And he began.

With a long piece of white rope, he wound it around her midriff so that it sat snugly just above her hips. The length of it was more than enough to carry on by winding it in between her legs, settling on either side of her mound and running back upwards through the cleft of her ass. He tied it off behind her, in a neat little bow. They both loved this version of a crotch rope because it gave the illusion of the outline of panties, since the rope would sit as the hem of underwear would. Two shorter pieces of white rope had been fastened either side of the padded bench, and when Lewis had Lando lay down, he attached those two pieces to her crotch rope.

With her hips now tied securely, Lewis brought her left leg up and folded it so that the balls of her feet were flat against the pillows. With one small length of rope, he tied it in a mock cuff around her ankle and winding the remainder of the rope to attach it to the crotch rope. Another piece of rope was wrapped around her knee and pulled to the side and secured to the hook underneath the bench so that she wouldn’t be able to knock her knees together.

After repeating the same binds to Lando’s other leg, Lewis stood back to admire his handiwork. Lando lay there, panting softly at the feel of rope being tight around her lower body. The way her skin bulged gently around both edges of the different areas of rope was so hypnotic to Lewis.

Lando’s arms were currently laid by her sides. Her fingers twitched every now and then, but other than that, she was still and silent. Lewis ran his hand down her left arm, watching as goosebumps formed where his touch moved. He smiled to himself, he hoped to have this for the rest of his life.

With practiced ease, Lewis took a hold of each of Lando’s wrists and pulled them up above her head, crossing them over. With his last piece of rope, he tied them like that, securing her to the last hook.

Feeling so tempted, Lewis moved so that he was back between her legs, running his fingers across her thighs, along her naval, crossing across her abdomen. He lightly teased her, not giving her any kind of pressure until she was whining in need.

Lando hummed, her upper body arching slightly, but her lower half staying perfectly still. And finally, he leant forward, inhaling that musky scent that was purely Lando and her arousal. He sniffed around her folds, using his nose to part her carefully.

Her breath hitched and Lewis metaphorically dived in head first.

He licked a strip from where her skin met the padded cushions, all the way up, until his tongue was left circling her clit. She yelled, the sensation so familiar and so perfect that she couldn’t hold back her appreciation, even if she wanted to. He moved downwards a little more again, licking and nipping around her quivering lips, his nose occasionally brushing against her small bundle of nerves. If her hips weren’t tied down, Lewis knew she would be grinding herself down on his face.

Fuck, Lewis didn’t think he’d ever get over the taste of her, didn’t want to ever get over her taste.

Lando’s thighs quivered around his head but thanks to the rope, she couldn’t squeeze her legs together like she so desperately wanted to. Lewis could hear Lando’s groan bubbling up in her throat, though she caught it before it passed her lips.

But he forced himself to carry on, Lando deserved the very best, and he had barely started yet. He was too distracted.

(Could anyone blame him? Having a sight like this in front of him?)

As he pulled away, he gave a farewell kiss to her clit, just to admire the way the skin across her abdomen quivered in want. Still, no time to dawdle.

Lewis stood back to appreciate his handiwork, and the warmth in his chest spread through his body, turning to a burning heat. Oh, he knew the privilege it was for him, and only him, to see Lando like this. To see her spread, waiting and ready, all skin on show, not a single worry on her mind. The ropes went taut all at once, just the once, as Lando tested her restrictions, before finally, she settled into cushions and Lewis ran a feather-light touch down her torso. The skin trembled beneath his touch and Lewis would never get enough of this.

He took a deep breath to centre himself and moved to the other side of the room, picking up the toy and its clamp that had featured in so many of their scenes. He brought them both across the room and made the stand stay securely between her legs. Attaching the toy to the clamps on the stand, he angled the head to sit snugly, firmly, perfectly, against Lando’s clit.

The initial touch made her body tense, but her fingers flexed up above her head and she forced her body to relax once more.

Lewis takes a step back, to double check the ropes, make sure they were firm but still comfortable for Lando to spend the next hour or so in this position. He moved further up the table to slowly stroke a hand down one cheek, thumbing that one mole by her mouth. Lando sighed, leaning her head against his palm, and Lewis, again, found himself thanking whatever God had gifted him this incredible creature, wrapped in nothing but smooth skin, warm smiles and loud laughs. He had built his walls so high, and all Lando had needed to bring them down was a soft smile and no ulterior motive other than you look lonely, I’ll be your friend.

He thought back three years ago, to when she was first promoted to Formula 1, and thought about how far they’d come since then. He remembered that he’d see her across the Paddock every now and then and would think to himself that she was attractive. She used to blink in bewilderment or surprise every time Lewis would nod a greeting or flash her a friendly smile. How she then began to dare to approach him and wish him a good morning, make idle chatter with him. How that evolved into Lewis steering questions away from Lando when the press went a little too far in probing into her private life, asking her nonsense just because she was the only female Formula 1 driver for the three seasons she’d been driving. How that turned into her bringing him a coffee with soya milk (because other than Seb or Valtteri, she seemed to be the only other driver to remember he was fully vegan) most racing mornings as a thank you, which then led to them sneaking off to any café or coffeeshop they could find (under surveillance and heavy disguise) near to whichever track they were racing at that week. How those meetings turned to casual lunches, which turned to dinners in fancy restaurants, which led to Lewis taking her home one night, and really, they should have known that what happened that night was inevitable. How the two of them were inevitable.

The press had acted as though Christmas had come early when both Lando and Lewis announced their relationship after managing to keep it a secret for a full year. Not even their own teammates knew of their relationship, and they had been so careful to keep it out of the public eye that was constantly trained on the Paddock. Of course, Lando had been on the receiving end of many backhanded well-wishes, as well as the typical sexist, misogynistic opinions that seemed to follow her through her entire career. But, as Lando had said after one subtle insult too many, Lewis had had nothing to do with her success. Everything she had achieved so far was down to her and her team at McLaren. And she had proved time and time again why she deserved that seat at McLaren more than any of the other candidates. Lewis had to deal with the ‘cradle robber’ nicknames, the racism that was always there was suddenly undeniable. Even the FIA had to release a statement condemning the concerning amount of racist remarks Lewis was subject to. It wasn’t easy for either of them to deal with, Lando hated being the cause of Lewis’ issues and Lewis felt the exact same for Lando. But they had each other, and for a while, that was all they could rely on.

That wasn’t to say that they never had any issues or fights. Because they did. They were both headstrong, and had many moments of arrogance, and neither liked to back down, so it took a while for them to figure out their dynamic. Lando was impatient, untidy, unruly and as a complete oxymoron, she tended to overthink the simplest of things and allow her anxiety to take full control of her words and actions. On the other hand, Lewis was deliberately slow and cautious – he’d been in many failed relationships before, and he really wanted this to work out with Lando. Sometimes the abusive comments left on his (and Lando’s) social media accounts were enough to make him sick to his stomach. Sometimes, on his worst days, he wouldn’t even let himself to text Lando a good morning, could barely be in the same room with her.

However, no matter how hard they fought, they weren’t willing to give up on each other. It took many tense start-stop-start conversations for the two of them to figure out what they wanted, what they needed from each other, and once they found their rhythm and balance, Lewis really wondered why he ever thought this kind of domestic life wouldn’t work for him. 

Because nowadays, there was nothing (other than maybe Roscoe) that he wouldn’t give, just to keep Lando close. Because nowadays, he could walk freely around the Paddock, Lando on one side of him and Roscoe on the other and feel like there was nothing else he was missing in the world.

“I love you, little racer. Colour?” Lewis mumbled, leaning down to press a firm kiss to Lando’s naval. The skin jumped beneath his lips.

“I love you too, my champion. Green,” she replied, no hesitation, no doubt. Her voice was raspy already, just from the anticipation of what was to come.

As a treat for the both of them, he moved to kiss her properly, winding one hand through her brushed out hair, and the other to creep down her skin and turned the vibrator on. Lando gasped and groaned, and Lewis swallowed the sound.

Lewis pulled away – it was always the hardest part of their scenes, forcing himself not to touch, not to take too much – he knew that Lando sometimes struggled with physical touch, especially during scenes like this where ‘just enough’ was so close to ‘too much’. Lewis moved to the chair along the far wall, positioned so that he could see all of Lando, all at once. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped out of his jeans. He undressed until he was only left in his boxers and being confined in them was chaffing.

So, he lost them too. And he breathed a sigh of relief when his cock was finally freed from its fabric prison.

He settled himself in the chair, leaning backwards and beginning to lazily stroke his cock, so incredibly turned on by the sight of Lando, squirming but still silent, as the vibrator stimulated her beyond her thoughts.

Lewis groaned quietly, his stomach tight just from watching Lando experience heaven in an undeniable way. She jerked suddenly, chest and stomach and arms and legs straining against the ropes holding her down, and Lewis watched in selfish fascination as her thigh muscles trembled. It was a show he had seen plenty of times in the past, and he hoped beyond all else that he’d get to see it for the rest of his life. Her arms pulled against the ropes, her hard muscles a stark contrast against the soft cushions. Her hips shifted minutely, as much as they were able to, and Lewis knew that Lando’s first orgasm was always fast-coming, always seemed to take her by surprise.  

Her head was thrown back, neck bared to the world, upper back arching, and sweat was forming at her temples. One bead dribbled down her face, before getting caught and soaked up in to the blindfold. Her mouth moved, but not a sound escaped her, because she was too lost in the sensations to be loud right now.

Still, there was more to do.

“You drove so well, darling, I was so proud,” he said, barely able to keep his hitching breath at bay, “You deserve the praise McLaren gives you, deserve the praise the world gives you. You deserved P1 that day – you were so good – are so good, Lando. I’m so privileged to have you like this, to have you by my side.”

Lando moaned, the sound broken and raw, and Lewis couldn’t help but respond in kind. He longed to touch, but he couldn’t – wouldn’t – until Lando was begging for him to. Where Lando needed the physical restraint of her ropes, all Lewis wanted was his own mental restraint. But, fuck, did Lando really test his strength sometimes. Like now, all he wanted to do was move the vibrator out of the way, run his hands down her petite body and bury himself deep inside her, and fuck her as though they were the only two stars creating a new galaxy.

“You’re going to be one of McLaren’s greatest drivers, I know it. You’ll be a legend to them, a benchmark that others will struggle to meet again, they’ll think of you as a Goddess, like you are to me,” he continued, just for the sight of her shuddering in a way that had nothing to do with the vibrations. “You are picture perfect on the podium, darling, I can’t wait to see you on the very top spot, I’ll probably come just at the sight of you up there, fireproofs rolled down to your hips, only the thin white thermals to cover the rest of you. I can’t get enough of you in those thermals, and the white suits you so well, my darling, I can’t take my eyes off of you.

“Like now, why do you think I use white ropes on you?” he continues, still lazily moving his hand up and down his length, entranced with the way Lando is arching her back at the sensations overriding her body. He can’t help himself, he groans, “You’re so sexy like this, so beautiful, so fucking breath-taking, Lando,” he stood up, stroking himself a little more aggressively, feeling his stomach clench in lust, “I can’t look away from you, you could make me come just at the sight of you, spread and open like this, I’ll never get enough of this, never get enough of you.”

“Lew,” she whispered, throwing her head back and forth to the side. The blindfold was a little tilted, but it was still doing its job, so Lewis didn’t bother to try and fix it right now.

“What’s the matter, darling? What do you need? Use your words for me.”

She whined in response, nearly sobbing, “Want to see you, please Lew, please, want to see you, need to, need you to touch me, please, Lew, please want to see you, please, need to feel you, please let me – “.

Ahh, the frantic head motions hadn’t purely been down to the pleasure running through her body with nowhere for it to go – it had been somewhat intentional in trying to remove the blindfold. And he’d finally been given permission to touch.

Quick as a flash, he was by her side. “Hey, easy, easy, breathe Lando, breathe.” He granted mercy on her and didn’t ignore her pleas though, and just pulled the blindfold off her head, thumbing away two tears as they immediately fell from her eyes. She blinked up at him, hands and fingers curling towards him as though she wanted to touch him, to pull him closer. He smiled down at her, couldn’t help himself.

She swallowed loudly, and she began to smile back at him, soft despite the scene they were playing out, but her jaw locked, and her eyes rolled backwards and her whole body spasmed as she reached her first orgasm. Lewis peppered kisses across her face, intermingled with words of love and praise, grounding her as the pleasure of the vibrations turned near painful for her.

“You’re so fucking incredible, Lando,” he whispered against her mouth, and she breathed the words in, breathing them deep. Lewis hoped she’d believe him one of these days.

“Lew, Lew, Lew,” she whispered, apparently stuck on a bit of a loop.

“I’m here, my darling, you have me,” he said, you’ll always have me could be left for later, for the comedown, where they were both tired and spent and wrapped up in each other.  

“Come on me, come on my face, Lew, please, I want to taste you so bad, please, do deserve that? Please, please, Lew!”

“Lando, how many times do I have to tell you? You deserve more than what the Earth could ever offer.”

Lando’s eyelashes fluttered as she refused to look away from him, barely let herself blink. She shuddered at his words.  

Lewis jerked himself, bracing himself with the table, and breathing heavily as he worked himself to find his own climax.

“That’s it,” Lando breathed, “That’s it, come for me, mhmm, come on me, Lewis. I sucked you off the other morning, let you throat-fuck me three hours before we were meant to race, swallowed you down and swallowed everything you gave me, ahhh – that’s why McLaren won, because I had you in me, had you with me. The w-win was really all thanks to you.”

“Ahh, fuck, Lando,” Lewis couldn’t help the way his knees buckled at his darling’s words, “Keep talking, darling, tell me more.”

She seemed almost heedless of the way her hips were shaking around the vibrator wand, and with the way she couldn’t seem to catch her breath, Lando grinned, a wild look in her brimming eyes, “I wouldn’t m-mind doing that every morning, ohhh, maybe it’s a good luck charm, mmmm, maybe it’s the closest thing I can have to keeping you with me all the time, or maybe I just like to suck you off - fuck. There’s just, just something about being on my knees for you, ta-taking you deep, and swallowing every drop of cum you gift me, something, ahhh, about the way that you’ve trained my gag reflex to not even tri-trigger anymore. Mmmm, my body works for you, yearns for you, Lewis, and, ahh, only you. I bet if I wore a wedding ring, I’d be winning every Grand Prix I raced in, I bet if I had your last name, I’d be a world champion, just like you. Give me a ring, I’ll wear it for the rest of my life, I’ll be yours forever, I want to walk down to aisle to stand by your side, Lewis, please!”

The thought of Lando dressed in a flowing white dress popped into his mind, and he could see himself stood at the other end of the aisle, watching with adoration in his eyes as she walked towards him. They never made secret of the fact that he and Lando were long-term but the idea that she thought about marriage as he did, it really made his heart jump with happiness.

Lando’s twitch chat all called him a simp whenever he sat next to her, watching her stream, because he knew he spent more time looking at her than whatever game she was playing. It was non-negotiable just how much he adored this woman. And the imagery she was planting in his head sent spiking pleasure all over his body, and the fact that her words were laced in barely concealed hope was just too much for Lewis to deny himself any longer.

It was just so easy to picture. Him in an unorthodox white suit. Lando, walking down the aisle in a traditional white dress. The church, small and quaint. The guests, only close friends and family. Roscoe would be his ring bearer. Maybe Uno could be Lando’s maid of honour. Underneath her dress, Lando would be wearing her branded off-white trainers because she hates wearing heels.

It was all Lewis could do to keep himself stood upright, gripping the bench by Lando’s elbow to keep himself upright as he really worked himself. He wasn’t making this much of a show, he knew that, but he was ready to reach his first climax.

With a stuttered groan, Lewis took Lando by her jaw and angled her head so that she was facing him. It was a little awkward with her right arm in the way, but with one, two, three pumps, Lewis shot his load, spurting across Lando’s lower face. Her tongue darted out, licking up what she could reach. There was a splodge dribbling down the defined cut of her jawline, and Lewis went to swipe it up so that Lando could suck it off his finger, but decided he liked the look of it where it was. He was claiming her, in a primal sort-of-way that they both loved.

He took a brief second to calm his heartbeat, and his grip on her lower jaw relaxed until he was back to thumbing her skin. He couldn’t help but touch her. She was like an addiction, and yet not even overdosing from her could bring him harm.

“Thank you, I love you, thank you, thank you,” she murmured, gazing up at him. Despite her mumbled words, her eyes were bright and focused purely on him.

“I love you too, Lando,” he responded, because he did, and he would never not say those words back to her. In so many ways, she was his weakness and his strength.

His soft smile turned wicked though, and he was smug with the way her body shivered just at the turn of attitude.

With slow, deliberately slow, movements, he trailed a hand down her torso, the skin and muscle rippling with his touch, all the way down to her lightly fuzzed mound. And in a sharp contrast, he flicked the vibrator settings up three notches.

Lando screamed.

And Lewis couldn’t help but kiss her properly this time, silencing the noise, claiming it as his own. He licked into her mouth, taking, taking, taking as Lando gave, gave, gave him everything he wanted. There was a slight tinge of salt on her tongue, across her teeth, along her gums, a taste he knew was his own. He pulled back slightly, gripping her bottom lip between his teeth and making her whine. One of his wandering hands found its way to her left nipple, the stub hard and pebbled and perfect for some heavy touches. His cock was making a valiant effort at standing up again, and with his free hand, he half-heartedly began stroking the length. He could normally manage two in scenes like this, but he wanted to draw this out for as long as possible.

Lando slurred his name in with a groan – her elbows pressed together as Lewis held her upper body still, forced to endure Lewis’ touch. So sensitive, his darling was, so perfect. He did ponder, however, whether he should tie her elbows down next time, so that she couldn’t hide her face...

“Lewisssss,” she hissed, her hips juddering once as her whole body tensed, and Lewis knew she was right at that second peak, and he had one idea that would push her over the edge and make her come for the second time this afternoon. He flicked his eyes up to her face, to see her staring down at him, with something akin to bewilderment and wonder, as though she still couldn’t quite believe where she was and who she was with.

So, Lewis gave her a grin and took her other nipple into his mouth and began licking, sucking, nipping. He was correct with his idea, Lando gave a loud cry, something that could have been a sob. It sounded heavenly, so guttural, so throaty, Lewis loved working Lando right to her limits and letting her dangle just over the edge for a while before he’d pull her back to safety.

“You want to go for one more, darling?” He asked her as she rode through her second comedown – not that she could come down very far with the intensity of the vibrator still at top speed. Her entire body was flushed a complimentary pink, her cheeks a deep crimson, and her tears were flowing fast. He gentled his hands, and began kneading her taut abs instead, working them beneath his palms to try and combat the intensity of the vibrator only inches further down.

Lando breathed in deeply, letting it go in chunks, but she didn’t answer. Her face was creased into a frown and her eyes were squeezed shut.

“Lando,” Lewis reaffirmed, voice steel instead of soft, “Don’t ignore me, darling.”

“I-I- I thi-ink so,” she hiccupped.

“You think you can manage one more? No, darling, I need you to know whether you can or not, the last thing I want to do is hurt you or push you too far.”

She whined, pressing her face against the crook of her elbow. It smeared that last drop of come across her jaw and Lewis decided he liked the look of that even better. She looked ruined, debauched, claimed.

“Wanna try, please, I wanna try,” was all she stuttered, drawing out the last syllable as it rose into another high-pitched whine.

Lewis had to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning out loud, and he disregarded his earlier want for patience and began pumping himself again with vigour.

“What’s your colour, Lando, darling?” His voice was shaking worse than when he won his first WDC.

“Green, Lewis, please!” she yelled, her whole body spasming. Her eyes were trained on him, unblinking but not unseeing as he jerked himself, her eyes were hypnotised by the motion of his hand, and her own hands were making similar movements, as though she was the one with a fist around Lewis’ cock.

He drew his pleasure out for her, interchanging a punishing speed with a brutally slow one. She seemed almost entranced by the show Lewis was putting on her.

But after a minute, no more, there was a repeating tell-tale hitch in her throat and Lewis knew that the scene was soon coming to an end.

“Are you close, Lando?” He asked, his back arching slightly as he rubbed a line up and down the thick vein on his shaft.

“So close, Lewis, I’m so close!”

“Alright, my love, do you want to come? Tell me, darling, ask me if you can come.”

Lando was nearing sobs as she begged, “Please, Lewis, please let me come, please, I need to, need to so badly, please.”

“Then come, my darling, come for me.”

“Thank you, yes, love you, love you, love you- ohhhhhHHHH,” and with that, she came for a third time.

The way her eyes rolled back, and her scream tapered into silence was enough for Lewis to reach his own final climax of the day. He didn’t have the thought to aim over Lando again, and instead just made a mess over his own hand and stomach.

Quick as the Mercedes he drove on track, Lewis flicked the vibrator off and moved it out of the way, shushing her, praising her, worshipping her quietly. She continued heaving for breaths, the noise mingled with quiet murmurs of nonsense, as well as the occasional sob, and Lewis gave her a moment to calm down, just to rearrange her own thoughts. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to catch her breath, too worked up still. Without being prompted, he loosened the ropes around her limbs, and other than her legs sliding down to lay flat against the table, she made no effort at moving. He took pity on her spent body and removed the ropes the full way. He scooped her up to his chest and carried her the short distance to the bedroom across the hall.

He was unwilling to set her down long enough to draw the covers back, so he struggled by kicking the duvet out of the way and crawling and shuffling to get them both beneath the bedding. Lando was shivering slightly, likely from both the intensity of the three orgasms Lewis had brought out of her, as well as the full comedown she was now facing.

So, Lewis held her tightly to his chest, maximising their skin-to-skin contact (because Lewis’ whole love language was physical touch), just running his hands softly over her body. Not in a teasing way; in a more grounding way, in a supportive way, in a I’m here - I’ve got you – take your time - I’m with you kind of way. It didn’t take too long, Lando’s juddering chest mellowing out into a tamer rhythm.

“Lew?” She croaked. She seemed to be in a bit of a daze, staring across the room, probably not even seeing what she was looking at from where her head was pillowed on Lewis’ chest. In a sort of trance, her fingers traced his tattoos, mapping the ink just from pure muscle memory, since she certainly wasn’t paying attention to what she was doing.

“I’m here, darling, you good?” Lewis murmured into her sweaty hair. 

She took a moment to consider her answer, “Yeah, definitely.” She blinked and then her drifting gaze found his, and her body finally relaxed against his, “You good?” She asks.

He smiles and kisses her temple, “Without a doubt.”

Silence falls over the room for a moment letting the excitement of the day finally fade out and let their equal exhaustion creep in.

Lewis feels as though he’s on the cusp of falling asleep when he says, he swears, “I love you.”

And Lando will squeeze the hand she still has a hold of and will mean it as she murmurs, “I love you too.”

And later that evening, they will share a long soak in the bath, and they’ll each spend an hour cleaning the other’s body with tender loving care. Afterwards, they’ll take each other back to bed, curling up with a cup of hot chocolate each and Roscoe snoring at the end of the mattress. They’ll talk about everything and nothing, their eyes and thoughts only for each other.

“I meant it, you know?” Lando will whisper, only half asleep. They will be watching some weird Netflix show that neither of them will remember the name of in the morning. Her head will be pillowed on Lewis’ shoulder, and her breath fans out across his chest.

“Meant what, darling?” Lewis will murmur his reply, his nose buried in her still damp hair and a hand playing at the baby hairs at her nape.

Lando will shuffle, and sit up to blink blearily down at him, “The thing about me wearing your wedding ring?”

Sleep long forgotten, Lewis will tense for a brief moment before he’ll recognise the determination in Lando’s expression, the way she will unconsciously bite at her lower lip, her eyelashes fluttering at him.

So, Lewis will sit up too, taking Lando’s hands in both of his, and he will look into her eyes and pray that she understands that he really means it when he’ll say, “Oh, Lando, I know I make no secret of believing in marriage, but I don’t want you to think that you have to marry me so that we can stay together. Married or not, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be the happiest man alive.”

Lando will roll her eyes, “No, I know, but there’s something that’s been on my mind for a while, so let me talk, yeah?” She’ll give him a peck on the lips and clamber out of their bed. Lewis will look on with unhidden appreciation as she’ll saunter, naked other than the pair of eyes on her body, over to rummage through her drawer of McLaren shirts.

She’ll bend over slightly, unnecessarily as the drawer is set at the height of her torso, but Lewis will be glad of the show anyway.

As she turns around, she’ll hide something in her hands behind her back and she’ll approach Lewis’ side of the bed. Lewis will be slightly confused but happy to indulge his girlfriend in whatever this is. The conversation only a few moments before being pushed to the back of his mind.

“Could you come sit at the edge of the bed, please?” Lando will ask. Her voice will be soft, but her shoulders will be squared. She’ll be determined and a touch nervous.

Lewis will oblige her, because he always will, and he’ll know whatever this is will be something serious because Lando doesn’t allow her eyes to roam he equally naked body, only gazing softly down at him. Lewis will sit down, and Lando will reach out with one hand, and Lewis will hold it with both of his. Whatever this is, she shouldn’t feel nervous about it.

She will smile at him, and then she’ll kneel down on one knee. Staring eye-to-eye with Lando, Lewis will feel his breath catch in his throat.

“Lewis Hamilton, I can’t even begin to piece together enough of a sentence to tell you just how in love with you I am. You know I’m not good with words, not good with speeches, not good with being vulnerable or open. But with you, it’s easy. I don’t have to think about what I’m saying or try to organise my thoughts before I speak, because you understand me in ways that I never even imagined were possible.

“I love you so much that sometimes that’s all I can think about. The thought of you consumes me, and Lewis, I wouldn’t change anything about you, about us. There is nothing in this world that I love more than you or being with you. You bring me joy, happiness, peace, pleasure and sense of belonging that I never thought I’d be able to enjoy.

“I didn’t join F1 thinking I was going to end up in your bed, but I’m definitely not complaining, and I can’t complain about anything you do to me in bed,” she’ll wink at him, going for seduction but ending up as endearingly playful, and Lewis will feel his heart ready to burst, “But Lewis, I thought long and hard about us, about our lives, how in sync we are, how in love we are, how there is nothing we can’t face together. If your struggle with long-covid taught me anything, it was that I’m not prepared to be without you. So, Lewis Hamilton, father to Roscoe, seven-time World Driver Champion, and keeper of my heart, will you do me the honour of being my Husband?”

As she spoke that last sentence, she drew her other hand from behind her back, and presented him with a small, velvet box.

“Open it,” she’ll gently encourage.

And Lewis will. He will be so choked on his tears, that he will only manage to nod, not wanting to ruin the wonderful, magical, fantastical moment by his voice cracking. The ring will be simplistic in a way that not many know Lewis appreciates. It will be perfect. So akin to everything he’d dreamed of. He knows it’s something of a taboo subject, for a boy growing up to be dreaming of marriage and a happy, domestic life, and for a girl growing up, more focused on her career and her own life than settling down to start a family.

He might smile to himself, because they’ve always been a bit unusual, a bit out of the ordinary.

“Well?” Lando will prompt with a touch of nervousness colouring her tone, because Lewis will no doubt be stuck in a bit of a daze. The tone is bordering on fear, and she’ll hasten to add a joke, “Do you accept, or should I go ask someone else?”

It’ll be enough to spur Lewis into action, as he will feel his chest clench, despite her joking words, and will grab her by the waist and flip them to pin her to the bed. The motion of the mattress bouncing will disturb Roscoe’s snooze but neither Lando nor Lewis will pay him any mind.

“Oh, Lando, of course I accept, I love you, so much, I really do,” he will whisper against her neck, one hand coming up to hold his head there and the other, keeping the ring safe. He’ll be practically sobbing as he’ll continue, “I’ll spend all my life proving it to you, I swear. You’ll be the happiest woman in the world, and I can’t wait to wear your ring around my finger. I can’t wait, please, I want to put it on now, please can I Lando?”

Lando will smile up at him, and her shining eyes will betray her utter relief and happiness of the moment, and she reaches up to cup Lewis’ cheeks, “Lewis, listen to me – I already am the happiest I could ever be.”

And without further ado, she will slide the ring on his finger, and Lewis will be in tears with how right it feels to wear Lando’s ring. They’ll both be in tears but who cares? Who’s going to judge them? All that matters is them, him and her, their lives – now forever entwined.