Same but... different (Lestappen and Carlando)

Chapter 58

I left for a while, so here's a quick reminder of what happened: weekend of the France GP 21, Carlando dinner with Carlos' parents after quali, Saturday evening ;)
Here's what I promised ^^ (so Warning: smut)

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POV: Lando

I knew teasing Carlos was going to provoke some sort of reaction, and I'm very pleased to be right. I fold at the sudden heat unfurling in me as he kisses me, pushing me against the wall at the same time.

— Such a shame we have the race tomorrow, honestly, he growls in my neck, before starting kissing even more aggressively.

Not replying, I try standing a bit straighter, noticing how weak my knees feel. Eyeing his tie, I suddenly get an idea, and tug lightly on it, making him yelp.

— Why'd you do that for? His tone is falsely irritated, the smile on his face revealing his true feelings.

Again, I stay quiet and use the hold on the fabric to pull him towards me, taking advantage of our proximity to kiss him. It's ridiculously cliché, but damn it feels good.

— Lando... Carlos' moaning makes me feel hundreds of butterflies, as I can practically hear my heart racing.

—Bed. I manage to whisper, not wanting teasing anymore.

He instantly puts his hands around my waist, and I jump to let him carry me. He's so strong, it feels like I'm lighter than a feather in his arms. I feel a bit fragile like this, but it weirdly feels... good?

As he gently drops me on the mattress, I take a second to appreciate how insanely handsome he looks. All dressed up, the tie hanging in the air above me, and his hair. I could spend all night just looking at him, but my body doesn't exactly agree with me, and I sigh in relief as he places his lips back on mine.

I'm quick in undoing every button of his shirt, deciding to leave the dark blue tie on him though. He does the same to me, and we take our time undressing the other, exchanging many kisses in the meantime.

— You like it, eh? Carlos' voice suddenly snaps me out of my thoughts, as he signals the tie still hanging around his neck.

— You look so hot, it's unfair, I playfully whine, not lying though.

— I may have a solution for that, actually, he says before taking the piece of fabric off, what do you say of wearing it yourself, hm?

Not getting it at first, I try to understand how on earth me wearing the tie could change anything, until it all clicks. Oh.

— You mean... as a... my voice gets quieter, and I think he barely hears the last word, blindfold?

The Spaniard chuckles, apparently amused by my sudden shy attitude. It's true that I've not experimented a lot, sure, but it's something else that makes me react so weirdly. The fact all of this is with Carlos is what makes me feel so many more things, and so much more intensely.

— Only if you want, of course, he immediately reassures me, as I still hesitate. To be honest, this should have been payback for earlier, but it's quite the opposite! What can I say, you're making me weak, in the best way possible, he adds, smiling before kissing my nose.

— I want, yeah, I finally manage to say, the anxiousness leaving my body quickly. I'm more turned on, if anything.

In a swift move, Carlos places the soft fabric against my eyes, not securing it before asking:

— Do you have a specific word for if you want to stop, or feel uncomfortable? It probably won't be useful now but I don't know, better be safe, yeah?

As I never really thought about it, I try coming up with something quickly, searching my memory for something easy.