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Bez has never been this happy before, other than the day he found out he would be in the academy. He had just won a race and his wonderful boyfriend is waiting in his motorhome. He smiles through interviews and rushes past riders in the paddock, trying to get through the team celebrations as fast as he can.
A few high fives and a few celebratory butt slaps later, Bez arrives into the waiting arms of his team, champagne bottles popping open and the feeling of the sticky and sweet liquid washes over his face once more. He can feel hands all over himself, pushing and pulling him in every direction yet none are the hands he so desperately craves. Grabbing him and picking him up, making him jump in the air.
The loud cheers and cackles become louder than the music the team had started playing when he arrived. He cannot stop smiling.
The celebration lasts about twenty minutes before someone brings up the idea of going to a club, to which everyone cheers and slowly disappears to get ready. Bez smiles and hugs a few more people, his breath catching up to him after all the dancing and manhandling he’s just been subjected to. He stumbles on his way to his motorhome, his leathers are sticky, his hair is sticking to his face and his dick is impossibly hard. It almost hurts to walk.
When he opens the door he doesn’t have the time to blink before a strong hand wraps around his waist and pulls him forward, shutting the door behind him and pushing him back against it. He gasps, the sound cut off as a pair of soft lips crashes with his own. He smiles into the kiss, bringing his own arms up and around his taller boyfriend, letting him take the lead.
A hand grabs his curls and pulls on them lightly, forcing his head to tilt back and a moan to escape him. His boyfriend, Sava, uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth, turning what used to be a passionate and celebratory kiss into a messy and needy make out session.
Pulling the older closer, Bez groans when a leg slips between his own, allowing his erection to feel some kind of friction. Sava smiles into the kiss, pushing his leg upwards and deepening the kiss. Removing an arm from his boyfriend, Bez starts unzipping his leathers.
He needs them off and he needs them off now.
Sava notices the movement and steps back, helping him remove his arms from their confinement, pecking Bez a few times through the process. He’s never hated his leathers more than right now, the frustration builds as the sticky champagne drying on his body creates a friction, making them hard to remove. Normally, his arms would simply slip out of them and he would be naked in five minutes. Right now however, his stubborn leathers combined with the rush movement has made everything much slower.
He whines in frustration when Sava has to remove his leg to properly help, both upset and embarrassed at his situation. When they finally get his left arm out the right one comes off easily, allowing Sava to push the leathers down. Bez throws his head back against the door and closes his eyes, the feeling of his hard leathers rubbing against him sending a sharp thrill up his spine.
Sava chuckles, taking his time undressing him, allowing the feeling to last longer. Once his leathers are passed his ass, resting mid thigh, Sava stands back straight and kisses him again. Not wasting any time, Bez grabs onto his hair and deepens the kiss, eager to get things started once more. He yelps when he feels two hands slip under his thighs, picking him up with ease, the kiss never breaking.
They kiss all the way to his bed, Sava dropping him on it and standing over him, quickly removing Bez’ shoes and finally freeing him of his leathers, the younger man now left in his undershirt and pants moulding his body perfectly. Bez whimpers and reaches a hand forward, trying to get contact with his boyfriend again. He watches Sava smirk and swiftly take off his shirt.
Bez has never in his life felt this turned on before, the feeling of Sava kneeling over him, one leg on each side of his thigh, caging him with his body as he leans down and holds himself up with an arm above Bez’ head, leaning down to capture his lips once more.
They’ve made out before, many many times. They’ve also jerked off in front of each other and jerked each other off, moaning each other’s names. Yet, they’ve never had sex. Sava had mentioned wanting to do it, Bez had been much too anxious to. Bringing his hands up to feel the way Sava’s muscle clench when his cold fingertips make contact with his chests makes him smiles into the kiss. When the older moves to mouth his way down to Bez’ neck, finding that sweet spot he knows turns him into a puddle.
Bez moans, bringing a hand to pull at Sava’s hair and using the other to feel his body. Gasping and tilting his head back into his pillow when he feels soft slips pause and the feeling of Sava sucking a mark onto his skin, his hands stilling when the older brings his hips down to slowly grind their still clothed erections together.
It’s always around now that Sava leans back and asks. The soft and loving eyes looking deep into Bez’, reminding him it’s okay to stop there if he doesn’t feel ready to go further yet. Which is why Bez grips onto him tighter, forces his body closer and moaning at the feeling of teeth against his neck. His dick twitches in his pants and his entire body feels hot.
He whines, “Fuck—” Feeling his boyfriend smirk against his neck gives him the last push of confidence he needs, “I’m ready.” He gasps out. All movements come to a stop and Sava pushes his head up, shocked eyes looking into Bez’ already blissed out ones.
“Yeah?” He asks.
Bez nods, hips pushing up trying to find the friction again. “Bez, are you sure?” Sava asks again. Bringing a hand up to cup his cheek softly, looking between his eyes for confirmation. When Bez nods again he’s pulled into a brutal kiss, both men groaning as their breath is punched out of their lungs.
Sava’s hand moves down to his waist, sliding underneath his shirt and pulling it up. They break the kiss for a moment after the shirt comes off, looking into each other’s eyes. It’s only when Bez whines that Sava snaps back into motion, undressing the both of them until their boxers is the only thing left with lightning speed.
When they kiss again it’s messy. It’s both loving and eager, the both of them far too out of it by now to be slow. Bez moves a hand to cup Sava through his boxers, the older breaking the kiss with a moan and moving his head to rest on Bez’ shoulder, letting out a string of curse words before biting the skin his mouth rests upon.
Bez whines, bringing his legs up to wrap them around his boyfriend, making them get impossibly closer. As if to return the favour, Sava brings a hand down and gropes Bez’ ass, his hand slipping underneath the thin boxers with ease.
Both of them are a panting and moaning mess already, the excitement somehow feeling much more breathtaking than anything before. When Sava leans back to watch his boyfriend, a glint of worry in his eyes, Bez understands. He unwraps his legs and slides his boxers off, blushing as he does so.
At the same time, Sava moves to grab a bottle of lube, when he gets back Bez is naked and looking away shyly. He kisses his cheek and puts the lube on the side.
“I need to open you up.” He says. Bez whines and looks into Sava’s eyes. “Can i not just take it?” He sees the way his boyfriend’s breath hitches and his dick twitches in his boxers. Still. Sava shakes his head. “Trust me, you want me to open you up.” Bez pouts but nods anyways.
Sava brings both of his legs up towards his chest, essentially folding Bez in half, giving him a perfect view of his hole. He reaches for the lube and puts a good amount on his fingers, making sure to warm it up before circling a finger around Bez’ entrance. Bez gasps, he’s never done this before, just once as a teenager and he was much too drunk to remember any of it. He grips the sheets when the first finger pushes in, the feeling is unnatural.
Sava shushes him, kissing his legs before he keeps pushing. When the first knuckle is in he rests there, allowing Bez to catch his breath. When the younger starts moving his hips awkwardly he keeps going. This time he doesn’t stop until his entire finger is in, watching attentively Bez’ reaction to the intrusion. Allowing him the time to back out of this entirely.
When Bez blinks his eyes open, adjusting to the feeling of a finger inside of him, he nods. Letting Sava know he’s both okay to keep this going and ready for the other to start moving. It’s weird at first, the feeling of the lube making the slide easier, it doesn’t burn like he thought it would. One finger doesn’t bring him much pleasure, the intrusion much too awkward for that so he whines, batting his eyelashes to try and get the process to speed up.
Luckily for him, Sava does. He slowly starts pushing a second finger in, smirking when Bez throws his head back with a whimper. He repeats his earlier actions, allowing Bez to get comfortable with the new feeling, kissing his body wherever he can reach from his position as an effort to calm him down.
The third finger is what gives him what he’s looking for. A loud groan following by a broken whine as he pushes past the last knuckle. He chuckles, pushing his fingers in and out, enjoying the trust his boyfriend is giving him and the soft pants he lets out.
When Bez starts to relax Sava smirks, moving his fingers into a different angle and relishing in the way Bez’ muscles clench and his eyes shoot open. A loud moan escapes his lips as Sava finally hits a pleasurable spot. The feeling is unlike any he’s ever felt before, he both wants it to stop, the touch suddenly overwhelming, and needs it to keep going on forever. Sava moves his fingers faster, clearly experienced.
Bez feels his dick twitch and at that exact moment the fingers leave him. His moan turns into a cry as he reaches a hand down to try and grab them, to push them back in. Instead, Sava grabs his hand and pushes it back up. Moving to grab what looks like a condom and finally removing his boxers.
The next thing Bez feels is two hands grabbing his legs and spreading them slightly, something much bigger prodding at his hole. He looks into Sava’s eyes, his own are wide with excitement and fear while Sava’s are calm and full of love.
“Come on baby, just relax for me okay?” Sava speaks softly. Bez nods quickly in response, his entire face scrunching up when he feels the tip of his dick slowly push in. The feeling is somehow a million times stronger than it was with fingers.
Sava is caressing his legs as he eases his dick into him, whispering soft praises. Bez whimpers, throwing his head back as the stretch overtakes any other sensation. His nerves are on fire, tingling all over his body, reminding him of the position he’s in. He brings his hand up to bite into it, trying to stop himself from screaming.
When he looks down briefly he notices Sava isn’t even halfway in. He whines, shutting his eyes and trying to concentrate on his breathing. After a few moments Sava stills, waiting for Bez to adjust. It fills Bez with warmth and love when he realises Sava is holding back to make sure he’s comfortable enough to keep going. As if he would turn back now.
He reaches down, fingers touching his boyfriend’s abs as he nods slowly. He grunts and lets out high pitched whimpers when Sava pulls back and softly pushes back in. He’s only halfway there, using the movement to push his member inside a little more with each thrust. His hands never stop their gentle touch as he does so. Bez can hear the pants the other lets out, the soft noises of his boyfriend finding pleasure in his body makes him feel hot all over.
When the whimpers turn into soft moans, Sava rearranges Bez’ legs, spreading them out more as he looks down. Letting out a loud groan, pushing in all the way. He moans once his entire dick is inside of Bez, unable to keep his noises to himself anymore. Bez gasps, hands clenching and unclenching against the sheets. He feels hair on his face sticky with more sweat than champagne at this point, a thrill runs up his spine. He’s never felt this close to his boyfriend before.
When Sava pulls back he watches himself, pushing back in sharply once he’s halfway out, punching a choked moan out of Bez.
“Fuck.” The older moans, repeating his movement, thrusts getting sharper each time. “Shit, you feel so good.” Bez can’t answer, his mind lost to the pleasure. A series of gasps which turn into moans escape him. His whines turn more and more high pitched, a string of uh, uh, uh, leaves him with each thrust. It feels like the more Sava moves, the deeper he gets.
Bez is on top of the world and suddenly sees white when a hand wraps itself around his dick. He groans and grinds into it, overwhelmed by the sensation. He brings a hand to grip Sava’s wrist, not to stop it or make him go faster, simply to hold on to something other than the sheets or his pillow.
“Shit.” Sava grunts, “Fuck, baby. I’m close.” His thrusts lose their steady rhythm, somehow turning sharper and faster. Bez is lost in his own head, the only sounds he can hear are those of skin clapping and the moans Sava lets out as he cums.
At the same time Bez feels his entire body tense up, his legs are shaking and cum shoots on his abs and all over Sava’s hand. His legs shake through it as his boyfriend keeps thrusting through their orgasm. At some point, he doesn’t know how long it’s been but Sava has stopped moving, keeping his dick inside and softly kissing his jaw, whispering loving words over and over again, Bez gets back to himself.
He blinks lazily and sighs. It’s a happy sigh, he can’t believe this is what he’s been putting off all this time. He brings a hand up to stroke through Sava’s hair, earning a happy sigh and a soft bite through kisses.
Bez giggles suddenly, "That was fast." Sava laughs into his neck. "Yeah, you really made me lose my stamina there." They giggles, enjoying the softness of this afterglow. It had been fast, to Bez, everything had been much too overwhelming for him to not orgasm. He finds pride in the knowledge that Sava liked it so much he came as quickly as he did.
Eventually his boyfriend does lean back, smiling at him before he speaks. “I’m going to pull out now, it may sting a little. Just breathe, okay?” Bez nods, unable to find his voice in this moment. When Sava starts pulling out he feels his legs tense up, unable to stop it from happening, he whimpers at the feeling. He’s gone half-soft inside of him now, allowing the moment to pass quickly but the sting is still there. Once he’s out, he kisses Bez’ nose. Smiling at him again before getting up.
“I’m gonna clean you up and then we can sleep, is that okay?” Sava asks.
Bez nods, “I love you.” Ah. He meant to say ‘Okay’ not very randomly speak the words he’s never spoken out loud before. Sure, they’ve texted i love you to each other, usually in its smaller ‘ily’ form, making the words feel less meaningful. Less intimate. Yet, neither of them has spoken them aloud before.
Sava is still. Staring at Bez with bright round eyes, he takes a step back towards him. “Yeah?” Bez blushes, nodding weakly. A little ashamed this is what he looks like when he finally says it but he means every word. He’s not ever going to take them back.
Sava moves forward and kisses him gently, moving back quicker than Bez would’ve liked. “I love you too Marco. More than you can imagine.” The two smile at each other, a newfound warmth spreading through their chests. The feeling is comfortable, it’s exciting.
Sava makes quick work of cleaning them up, handing Bez a clean pair of boxers before joining him on the bed. Instantly feeling the weight of his boyfriend who wraps him in a tight hug, intertwining their legs. Falling asleep comes quickly, both worn out from their earlier activities and the one they just finished. The warmth of their bodies provides the comfort even a soft blanket cannot replicate.
Bez loses himself to sleep with a happy smile on his face and the knowledge that this is forever. He and Save mean forever.