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Today really isn't Lewis’ day, another underwhelming race performance, then only to find out that his underwhelming race was caused by hitting a ground hog, which is heart breaking in itself, but especially as vegan. He’s ready just to chill out for the night pretend today never happened, before his long-haul flight tomorrow morning.
He swipes into his hotel room, throws all his shit on the nightstand, before switching on the light, it’s only then he notices one George Russell, his boyfriend laying out gloriously naked in the middle of the bed. “Surprise Lewis.” George smiles brightly up at him, sitting up on his knees. “Hello love.” Lewis walks over and presses a kiss on his lips. “I thought you would be too busy celebrating tonight, instead of being with this old man.” George tuts, crawling ever closer, wrapping his arms around Lewis’ neck. “What better way to celebrate than have this old man fuck me?” And how can Lewis say no to that?
He presses his lips against George’s for a second time, this time it’s hungrier full of tongues and teeth. George tugs impatiently on the hem of Lewis’ Ferrari jersey. “Off, you look better in black.” Lewis begrudged, pulls away from that perfect mouth, just to tear off the shirt and toss it on the floor.
“Too many fucking clothes, Lew.” George digs his fingers into the waist band of Lewis pants and pulls them down along with his boxer shorts. Lewis’ rock-hard cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. George licks his lips. “Mmm, so big and it’s all mine.” George wraps his slender fingers around it. “I think I want to take it all today.”
The thing is, Lewis’ cock is massive, much bigger than average. George has always struggled to take it, no matter how hard he tries. “Are you sure baby, the last time it made you bleed, and we had to stop.” George sits back on his knees and pouts. “I want to at least try; maybe more lube this time?” Lewis smiles and kisses the top of his head. “Okay, but any sign of major discomfort and we stop.”
“Okay, but today I'm sure I'll be able to do it.” George grins at him, handing over the tube of lube he must have brought over himself. “Ok then sweetheart, hands and knees, let’s get you prepped.” George does as he’s told, presenting his ass like some kind of slut, he resists the urge to spank it, and instead presses a hard kiss onto the bottom of his spine.
Lewis pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, and very gently sinks the first one inside. “Lewis come on, I'm no virgin this is going to take all day.” Lewis ignores him, and thrusts in and out of with the single digit, he teases George for a few seconds longer, then pulls out, only to sink back inside of him with a second one. Lewis keeps up the torture for about twenty minutes, agonizingly slowly working his way up to four fingers. Instead of stopping he tortures George further by slamming into his prostate repeatedly. “Please Lew, I need you inside of me badly, please.” Who is Lewis to say no to such cute begging? Lewis lets his fingers slide out with a wet pop, he squirts a blob of lube onto George’s hole, then uses the rest of it to slick up his own cock. “Come on baby on your back, I know you think it’s easier to take on your front, but I need to see you.” George does as he’s told, his eyes are wide with lust, fuck Lewis just wants to ravish him.
“Are you ready baby, are you sure you want this?” George responds by wrapping his long legs around Lewis’ waist and drawing him closer. “Please Lewis, I really want to take it all.” George clenches tightly onto the sheets, as Lewis sinks inside of him, he’s barely got the head inside when George whimpers. “Fuck.” Lewis stops, and gives George a few more seconds, who clenches and unclenches around him. “Take all the time you need, love we can stop at anytime.”
“I feel so full already.” George mutters through clenched teeth, Lewis strokes a hand over the hard lines of George’s abs in an encouraging gesture. “I’m ready, go on.” George takes it a little bit better this time, at least for the next three inches, until George is whimpering again. “It’s okay George don’t push yourself, we can stop-” George abruptly cuts him off. “No, I want to celebrate my win by taking all of you, I know I can do it, I just need more time.” Lewis looks at how George’s tiny hole is stretched around him. “Look are you sure, you’ve got at least another eight inches here.” George tightens himself up. “Come on big boy, give me those inches.” Lewis laughs and sinks inside even more, this is where it gets harder, where George usually struggles, it’s the thickest point of Lewis’ cock.
“Fuck.” George cries out, tears are welling up in his eyes making them wet, but not quite spilling over. Lewis doesn’t hesitate for a second and starts to pull out. “No, no don’t pull out, stop.” Lewis stops. “George if it’s hurting you.” George clenches again, experimentally. “Of course it hurts, but I know I can take it, come on give me more.” Lewis does, but only because George has stopped whimpering and is slowly taking back those inches Lewis took away.
Lewis continues sinking inside of him, it seems better this time somehow, George is still clenching down on the sheets, he’s breathing heavily but he’s not whimpering now. “Last two inches baby, how are you feeling?” George removes his hands from where they are shielding his eyes, his eyes are glossy with tears, his lip is red and bitten. “I can take it.” He whispers softly.” Lewis gently holds his hips and sinks the last two inches into him. George makes an animalistic sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt of pain.
“You did it baby, you took all of me.” George sighs happily, all the tension visibly leaves his body, making him relax. “I fucking did it, I feel so fucking full nghhh.. Can't believe I took all your cock.” Lewis smirks, he looks obscene just full to the brim of Lewis’ cock, you can see the visible outline of it in George’s stomach “You did it baby.”
“Can you try moving now, please?” George clenches down again. Lewis leans forward and presses a kiss against those bitten lips. “Just tell me to stop if it’s too much.” Lewis does start to move, slowly moving his hips, cock slowly moving in and out. “Come on Lewis, I took that monster and now you chose treat me like I'm made of glass?” Lewis chuckles and starts to build up speed, George rewards him with little gasps and moans of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking big, Lew. Feels amazing just to be full of you.” George visibly shudders after another thrust. “You’re that big, you’re just mashed against my prostate.” Lewis responds by thrusting again, George throws his head back into the pillow and moans loudly. The pain has almost completely faded now, and the little bit that remains is drowned out by pure raw pleasure.
“I’m just lost for words; your stomach looks obscene I can just see the outline of my cock in there.” Lewis likes to keep George on his toes, mixing between long steady thrusts, and slow harder ones, either way George is moaning loudly with every single tone. Fuck he feels so lucky to have him.
“I love you, George. So fucking much.” He leans forward, to smash their lips together. George jerks suddenly, desperate to cum, he moans into Lewis’ mouth. “I don’t know how I'm supposed to last when my prostate isn’t getting a break.” Lewis chuckles, snapping up his hips again, just to see George’s eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Lew, can I ride you?” Lewis stops altogether, looking George in the eye, who is batting his Bambi eyelashes and pouting at him. Lewis hates giving up control, he needs it, needs to be in charge, needs George withering and begging underneath him in pleasure. “Please.” He adds and how can he say no? “Okay baby, I can’t say no to a race winner, can I?”
It doesn’t mean he’s going easily though, he takes George completely by surprise, grabbing his tiny waist and flipping them over, Lewis has his back pressed against the headboard and George has no choice but to take all of him in one swift move, causing him to cry out. “Fuck, Lew. Feels so much bigger taking you like this.”
“Come on then princess, you begged for this.” George digs his nails into Lewis’ shoulders, using them as leverage, he lifts himself up, only to slam back down again. “Baby...” Lewis moans, gripping George’s hips tightly. “Don’t start controlling me now.” George pants, experimentally griding his ass down.
“Fuck, George.” George encouraged by Lewis’ moans, picks up the pace a little bit, sliding almost completely off, only to slide down again. George babbles incoherently. “Losing control so soon?” Lewis mocks, while George just sits there, mouth open, eyes in the back of his head clenching and unclenching around him. “Fuck, you feel so good, so fucking big Lew.”
“Are you just going to sit there princess? I need to cum, hurry up or I'm going to flip you over and make you take it, hard.” He can see the cogs turning in George’s brain, deciding what he really wants. “Stop it, you are doing that on purpose. I’m not losing my one chance to ride you.” Lewis lays back, arms behind his head. “Hurry up then.”
Again, George pulls all the way out and slams back down “Fuuuuck.” George throws his head back, it’s all too much for him and Lewis is loving every second of it, he’s falling apart so easily “George...” He repeats the action, this time when he slams back down, he convulses and falls forward face first, luckily Lewis is able to catch him easily.
“Think I'm going still be able to feel you inside of me, when I get in the car in Austria.” Lewis chuckles sitting up and pressing a kiss onto George’s sweaty forehead. “Nah, Toto will have my guts for garters, do you want some help love?” George nods, rubbing his head against Lewis’ chest like a cat. “Please.” Lewis is only too happy to take control back, he gives George one more kiss. “You did so well though sweetheart.”
Lewis wraps his arms around George’s body and snaps up his hips, filling George with thrust after thrust, who is moaning happily, his face resting in the crease of Lewis’ neck. “Yes, Lew, yes.” Lewis can feel the heat spreading in the pit of his stomach, he needs to make sure George cum’s first, he deserves it after everything today.
“Are you close baby?” George nods a muffled. “Yeah” Escapes from his lips. Lewis snaps up his hips in quick succession, he knows he’s slamming into George’s poor abused prostate with every thrust. He’s quiet, when he does cum, his body violently jerks, and Lewis can feel the warmth of his release sticking them together.
“Sweetheart, do you want me to finish by jerking off, I don’t want to overwhelm you.” George’s words are incoherent, but he clenches down and clings even tighter to Lewis. “You want it inside you baby?” George nods this time; Lewis rewards him with another kiss. “Such a good boy for me.”
Lewis thrusts into George much slower now, not quite giving him the full length, not wanting to overwhelm him from the over stimulation. His thrusts are long and slow, fucking into George like he is the most precious thing on earth, although he is to Lewis anyway. It doesn’t take long; three more thrusts and he’s filling up George with his cum.
They sit there panting, George is still hiding in the crook of Lewis’ neck, Lewis absent mindedly strokes George’s sweaty hair, he’s starting to feel sticky and gross, but George is still really quiet. “Baby, are you ok?” George nods. “Mm, I just like being snuggled up here.” Lewis chuckles. “I feel disgusting, come on princess.”
Lewis very gently pulls out of George’s poor abused hole, it’s red and gaping shining with lube, a river of cum follows his cock out. George squeaks then cuddles himself into Lewis’ side, who happily wraps his arms around the younger man. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” Lewis’ heart is hammering against his ribcage, he’s scared, scared he’s hurt George intentionally or not, it’s not like him to be so quiet.
“I feel good Lewis, so fucking good.” Lewis pulls him in for a wet lazy kiss. “You scared me, you were just laying there trembling.” George smiles. “I’m overwhelmed your fucking massive Lewis, and I'm so fucking sore, actually I don’t think I even felt this sore when I had your fist in me.” George’s yapping making him feel a little better, but it doesn’t really erase the guilt Lewis’ feeling, despite the dopey smile plastered on George’s face. “I’ll take care of you baby, what do you want?”
“I just want to cuddle you and sleep, but I feel disgusting so if you would like to carry me to the shower, I would be very grateful.” Lewis stands up and throws George over his shoulder. “Taking full use of your princess privileges, I see.” George chuckles. “Of course, of course.”
George can hardly stand up in the shower, he’s pressed heavily against Lewis’ side, who washes him, makes sure his hair is washed with shampoo and conditioner. “Damn, I wanted to blow you in here and I can’t even stand up.” George grins, Lewis rolls his eyes and wraps George in a big towel. “George I'm 40, this bad boy isn't standing back up till tomorrow morning at least.” George smiles, yawning. Lewis dries him and then applies ointment to his sore hole.
“Okay, I'll wake you in the morning with a blow job then, yeah?” George smirks as Lewis lays him down on the bed, pulling the covers over him. Lewis doesn’t say anything, just watches him. George’s eyes struggle to stay open, he blinks once, then twice and then he’s asleep. Lewis smiles down at him and kisses his forehead. “Maybe I'll wake you in the morning with a blow job instead.”