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flickerxstar & MICKSCHUMI (i'm throwing you in there as you commented on the request)
SONG
paradise - bazzi
WORDCOUNT
641
HE LOVED NOTHING MORE than to run his hands up and down Charles' body, exploring every single inch of him and getting to know everything about him. He could recall where every freckle and birthmark on Charles' body was, and the scars he had gotten from racing accidents from when he was younger.
Actually there was one thing he loved more, and that was hearing Charles' moans filling his ears, when he explored his body. Hearing the whimpers and whines fall from his mouth, when he had his hands on his body. When he'd tease him, by slowly running them down his body, lower and lower, until he eventually reached the spot, where Charles wanted him the most. The spot, that was always sensitive by this point.
When Lewis was alone with Charles in a hotel room on the night before yet another race, he forgot about everything else that he normally had to worry about. He would no longer care about the worries and dilemmas of the past, but instead look forward to the hours spent hiding under the sheets with Charles, and the many more nights like this to come next time they'd gather the circus around for another race in some far-away country.
It was during these nights, he enjoyed life the most. He focused only on enjoying the moment, because who knew how long it'd last. Anyone could call him at anytime, demanding more from him. It wasn't like he wasn't used to it by now. He had been doing this for over eleven years by this point and gotten accustomed to the demands from the team, media and fans, that'd follow him all around the world, trying to get the smallest glimpse of him through the massive crowds.
Nights like these were paradise to him. It was where he found himself feeling more alive than ever before, and that said a lot, considering he drove f1 cars for a living, those beasts can reach up to 370 kph.
Charles' skin felt burning hot beneath his fingers that night. The Monegasque had just come off another win, causing him to have been drenched in champagne from the podium. Charles knew Lewis liked it, when he was all wet and sweaty after a race, so he'd usually wait to shower until he got back to the hotel. And when he was wet because of the carbonated champagne, it was even better.
Lewis would lick his body clean and nip at his skin any opportunity he got. It would always leave his body covered in purple marks after a night under the sheets, but he didn't care at all. All he could think of was how Lewis would run his fingers down his race suit covered body, then zipping down the zipper and pushing the suit down to his hips to expose his protruding hipbones, which Lewis loved so much. He'd run his hands back up his strong torso and down again to glide the shirt up with his hands, exposing his bare chest this time.
And in the meantime he would use his wet lips and hot mouth to kiss all the way up his body too, until he reached the top, where he had to then throw the shirt over Charles' head in order for him to go further. And then he'd continue up the base of his neck, his jaw and up to his mouth, where their tongues would tangle together in comfort. Hands would now explore each other's faces, and hair would be messy from the touching. Within long, Charles would find Lewis breaking free from the kisses with a smirk on his face, and that's how he knew, what would happen next.
