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Max strips down to his boxers and sprawls himself out on the bed as he waits for Kimi to join him.
“They are saying you’re my mother,” Kimi smiles but the frown lines on his forehead betray his attempt at laughing it off.
“Well we know different, don’t we? That’s what matters,” Max hums contentedly as Kimi clambers over him and presses their lips together.
Max has been called many things by the F1 press but he never actually thought mother would be one of them. It’s fine of course, he is self aware enough to know that he tends to fuss around the rookies. It’s just important to him that they know they have someone to go to if they need advice. If people want to call that mothering then so be it. Except perhaps when it comes to Kimi because, despite Max’s initial reservations, their relationship has progressed to be anything other than parental.
“They think I’m a child,” Kimi pouts as he straddles Max’s body and looks down at him.
“It’s because you’re young,” Max counters, “Not a child.”
“Maybe we should post a photo together,” Kimi’s mouth twists in contemplation, “Of the two of us in bed shirtless, then they would get the right idea.”
“Then they would probably say I’m about to breastfeed you,” Max teases.
Kimi flushes red. Max can’t quite tell if he’s embarrassed or annoyed. He does have a particular penchant for zeroing in on Max’s nipples, sucking them into his mouth until they’re pink and hard. Less breastfeeding, more an attempt to make Max whine and writhe uncontrollably as the sensation starts to slowly overwhelm his whole body.
“Besides,” Max continues, “Do you really feel ready to come out? Like that?”
Max quirks his eyebrow and looks at Kimi inquisitively. He knows the answer, the’ve discussed it often. Kimi is not ready. Not yet. This year is huge, there’s been so many changes and so much pressure. Max isn’t going to push, its not something you rush someone into and besides its not like Max wants to air out all his relationship business for everyone to see. He already knows the uproar that is going to come his way - the age gap, the power imbalance. Perhaps it would be a fair criticism, perhaps Max shouldn’t be laid out in bed half naked with someone so much younger than him. It’s just most of the time the age difference feels like its not even there. - they share a sense of humour, share hobbies, have more in common than most. And it’s not like Max pursued Kimi. He wasn’t some lion stalking his prey and picking off the weakest. Quite the contrary. He doubts that will matter to anyone though.
“No,” Kimi concedes and then stills as he furrows his brow, suddenly deep in concentration.
“Wait, are you thinking about it?” Max slides his hands up to rest them Kim’s’ thighs, “You know there’s no pressure from me right?”
“I wasn’t thinking about that,” Kimi nips at his own bottom lip, “I was thinking… thinking that there are other things I might be ready for.”
Kimi grinds his hips over Max’s groin as if to drive home his point and Max gets embarrassingly hard embarrassingly quickly. They’ve waited. It’s not like they haven’t done other stuff, lazy make out sessions in bed, wet and sloppy blow jobs in random hotel rooms, hurried hand jobs exchanged before rushing off to the track. It’s been enough for now.
It’s no secret between them that Kimi is a virgin. He blurted that fact out the second Max’s hands slid over his body the first time, panicked that maybe that was the start of something more than he was willing to give. They’ve spoken about it a few time here and there, Kimi trying to throw a casual question at Max from time to time. How many men Max has been with, when did he lose his virginity, does it hurt. And each time the conversation flows on to something else and Max is more than contented not to push. He might love sex, but he’s not a dick and he’s more than capable of waiting.
“This is not because of the whole mother child thing right?” Max tries to appear casual despite his arousal being rather evident.
“No,” Kimi laughs, its more genuine this time even if Max can still detect a hint of nervous energy, “I bought condoms with me.”
Kimi hops up and scampers across to his suitcase that has been left in the corner of the hotel room. When he returns its with a huge box of condoms and an equally impressively sized bottle of lubricant. He drops them both down on to the bed and then looks up wide eyed and eager, like a puppy waiting to be told he’s a good boy.
“You planned for this?” Max looks up at Kimi with a mix of amusement and fondness.
“I’ve had them in my suitcase for the past three races,” Kimi scrunches his nose up as the flush on his cheeks deepens, “I want to have sex. I really want to have sex.”
Kimi is flushing furiously but he still has a look of determination behind his eyes, “Should we do it now?”
Max bites back his laughter at the eagerness. It doesn’t surprise him though. Max may be known for being blunt but Kimi is far from shy and retiring when they are alone.
“I know you prefer to be … taken,” Kimi mumbles as he perches on the edge of the bed.
Taken, it sounds like Max likes to be ravished. But yes, Max prefers to be the one getting fucked. Not that he’s vehemently against topping, he will, he has, he’ll definitely do it again. If he’s given a choice though, more often than not he’s parting his legs eagerly. Topping doesn’t quite compare to the feeling of having someone’s dick filling your ass.
“So I thought I could … ” Kimi lowers his voice like the next part is a secret, “… fuck you.”
Max’s cock twitches and he reaches down to try and readjust himself. He really has been fine waiting but now the suggestion is out there its all he can think about.
“You gonna make me feel good?” Max asks teasingly as he coaxes Kimi down against the mattress, bodies turned so they’re face to face.
“I’m gonna try,” Kimi mumbles through the kisses Max is peppering over his lips and jawline. Kimi reaches out, grips his hand to Max’s waist, “I don’t… I mean I don’t know what I’m doing though.”
Max smiles fondly. He has tried not to take things too seriously, Kimi is so young that its not like he’s going to want to settle down, but there are some things you can’t necessarily control. Max is down bad, even if it was Kimi that did all the chasing.
“I can show you,” Max presses a reassuring kiss to Kimi’s lips, “You want me to show you how to fuck me properly? Make us both feel good?”
Kimi makes a desperate whining sound in response. He’s already rutting his hips against Max’s body.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” Max teases before his mouth finds Kimi’s once more. Normally they’d get lost in this, in kissing, but Kimi’s clearly excited for more and Max, if he were honest, is hardly in the mood to play this cool. The kiss turns more urgent as Kimi licks up into Max’s mouth, clashing their teeth together. Despite the clumsiness of it, it feels good. Better than good, Max’s body is all tingles. There have been guys who have kissed Max with more precision, more experience, more skill but Kimi kisses him like its a life line. Like his life depends on it, his hips keep rabbiting away as he grinds against Max’s body, his hands all over Max’s chest, his tongue pushing up into the depths of Max’s mouth.
When Max does pull away to draw breath, Kimi’s lips are kissed pink. It makes Max’s heart skip.
“I keep thinking about what you’ll feel like,” Kimi curls his fingers over the waistband of Max’s boxers and starts to ease them down. Max is already hard, his cock wet at the head as it springs back against his stomach. Max is normally a foreplay guy. Lots of foreplay actually. He’s not sure he’s going to be able to hold out for very long today, not when Kimi is looking at him in that way.
“You need to prep me first,” Max reaches behind himself and grabs for a pillow, pushing it under his hips, “Unless you want me to do it?”
“No,” Kimi says with conviction, “I want to do everything. I wanna know how to make you feel good.”
Max bites back a moan. Kimi says it so earnestly which just makes it even hotter.
“You’ll need a lot of lube, drip some over me, over your fingers,” Max gets himself positioned as he watches Kimi flicks open the lid on the bottle of lube. Kimi drips a healthy amount between where Max has his legs spread and Max tenses as the cool sensation trickles down over his hole. Kimi turns next to his own fingers, pouring so much lube over them that it drips from the tips.
“Is this okay?” Kimi murmurs as he holds up two slick wet fingers, his voice softer than usual.
“Perfect,” Max encourages. There’s so much lube between Max’s legs that he already feels sticky but he’d much prefer Kimi to go over the top with it than underestimate just how wet Max needs to be to make this comfortable, “Just use one finger to start with, yes?”
Kimi looks so concentrated, like Max is trying to convey some complex strategy to him, his brow is all furrowed and he is nodding along making sure Max knows he’s listening intently. It’s so fucking cute that Max can’t help but crane his neck up so he can get another kiss. A kiss which Kimi happily obliges him.
“Gentle with it to start with, just rub around the area a bit before pushing in.” Max hugs his knees to his chest so he’s more open. It feels strangely nerve wracking to be quite so exposed even if he has done it so many times before. He’s never done this with Kimi before though.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you right?” Kimi has one finger pressed against Max’s hole as he starts to circle around. It’s tentative at first, his fingers massaging the lube around with no attempt to push inside. Max tries his best to relax but his muscles are already clenching in anticipation. Kimi’s teasing although it appears more accidental than intentional.
“Don’t worry about it hurting, there’ll be a bit of resistance but its fine,” Max encourages, “I’ve had much bigger things than fingers in there.” Max giggles faintly to try and lighten the mood. It is true though.
Kimi pushes a bit firmer, firm enough to get the wet tip of his finger inside. He has a look of pure focus on his face. Kimi likes to get things right, Max is already acutely aware of that. It’s endearing, especially now when he has his gazed fixed on where his finger is disappearing into Max’s ass. A flicker of achievement registers against Kimi’s face as he manages to work his finger all the way in, and if that doesn’t deserve praise then Max isn’t sure what does.
“Feels good already,” Max purrs, “Just back and forth a bit, get me warmed up. You’re doing great.”
Kimi does as he’s told, sliding his finger back and forth. There’s so much lube that Max can hear the wet squelch of it with the movement.
“You could probably try a second finger now, alongside the first,” Max instructs. He generally tends to open up easily, Kimi could probably shove three fingers into him and he’d just moan appreciatively. He prefers the build up though, finger by finger, his muscles stretching a little more over time. And really this is about what Max likes, its not as if he is teaching Kimi to fuck so that he can go off and fuck other guys, Max is teaching Kimi to fuck so they can fuck each other. Exclusively.
Max moans contently as Kimi slides a second finger in, the slow increase of pressure continues to build.
“You can twist them a bit, scissor them maybe.,” Max closes his eyes and lies back as Kimi’s fingers move inside him. The movement is careful, considered, exploratory, like he’s testing out different patterns to see what works and what doesn’t. Max decides detailed instructions are not strictly necessary for this part, he doesn’t want it to be too clinical, instead he guides by moaning whenever Kimi does something he particularly likes.
“Fuck!” Max gasps as Kimi brushes against his prostate.
“That feel good?” Kimi asks as his eyes flicker, seemingly excited at Max’s reaction. Max groans again and finds himself wiggling around as he tries to get Kimi’s fingers back to where feels good. The reaction encourages Kimi on - clearly a fast learner, definitely adept at reading body language because he’s grinding the blunt end of two fingers against the most sensitive part inside Max and drawing out a whole string of whimpering little noises. Max doesn’t even need to tell him to keep going, Kimi looks like he’s just hit the jackpot. Which he kind of has because Max is rocking back on to the movement and leaking precum all over himself.
“You like that?”
“Feels really good,” Max exhales.
Kimi hums contently, his fingers still buried in Max’s ass as his other hand pets across Max’s hip bones, the touch so reverent that Max feels rather lightheaded.
“You’re really tight around my fingers.” Kimi comments, his gaze back to between Max legs, his fingers scissoring apart as Max instinctively clenches even tight around them, “It’s like I’m not going to fit.”
Max's lips twitch as he smiles in amusement, “Maybe we should find out. I’m open enough now.”
Kimi’s face twists, he doesn’t look entirely convinced but, as he reluctantly slides his fingers out, his eyes widen as he sees how Max’s hole is starting to gape. It’s seemingly enough to convince him Max is in fact ready and he’s shuffling out of his boxers and grabbing for the box of condoms.
“You know how to put one on or you want me to do it?” Max lets his legs drop down to the mattress and props himself up on his elbows so he can watch Kimi awkwardly try to rip open condom a packet.
“I practiced,” Kimi gives Max a shy smile, “Its why the box is open.”
Kimi tips the box of condoms so Max can see inside, there’s only three left in there, clearly Kimi’s been practicing a lot. Sensible, Max thinks because he can still remember the first time he tried to put a condom on, it was not sexy or seductive at all.
“But maybe you could still put it on for me?” Kimi hands the packet over to Max.
Max gets his hand wrapped around Kimi’s cock and gives it a few long teasing strokes. Kimi’s already more than hard enough, his hips buck upwards against the movement.
“You think you’re hard enough for me?” Max smiles, as he pinches the tips of the condom and rolls it slowly down the length, “How do you think you want me?”
“I don’t know,” Kimi swallows.
“You don’t know,” Max hums in response, “I’d like to see you, be able to kiss you, yes?”
Kimi nods eagerly and lets Max pull him down on top of his body. Missionary, it might not be the most adventurous position but its so perfect for what Max wants - to see Kimi’s expression as he pushes in, to hear his ragged breath, to be able to kiss him all over.
Kimi’s breath catches and he freezes as he presses bluntly against Max’s hole.
“Just breathe for me,” Max soothes his hand down Kimi’s back, “I don’t want you passing out on me.”
“You just look so pretty,” Kimi looks back at Max and smiles and Max feels his cheeks tingle as they redden, suddenly caught off guard by the compliment, “You always look really pretty.”
Max bites at his lip to try and stop his blush from spreading further and then turns the attention back towards Kimi.
“Go slowly at first,” Max nods encouragingly as he feels Kimi pushing against him. It’s tentative at first, not enough pressure to do much but then Kimi pushes in firm enough for his cock to push past Max’s rim and Kimi’s eyes fly open at the sensation.
“Gentle to start with,” Max repeats as Kimi gets a little eager a little too quickly.
Max isn’t one to need to be treated like he is fragile but he still likes to warm up into it - slow smooth strokes until his body starts to vibrate. Kimi stills before rocking his hips again, slower this time, his breath coming out increasingly ragged, likely from all the effort of trying to hold himself back. Max knows that feeling well. Its why he’s not overly keen on topping, he gets oversensitive immediately.
“Thats good,” Max praises, “Just like that. Perfect.”
Max gets his hands into Kimi’s hair and pulls him down into a kiss. Kimi’s hips stutter, his body warm where its pressed tight to Max’s.
“You feel really good,” Kimi mumbles against Max’s mouth, “So good for me. Beautiful.”
Max realises quickly that Kimi is trying his best to praise him. Which is so -, fuck its so cute and hot and sexy and sweet and Max isn’t even sure how he feels about it. Actually, no he does know how he feels. He feels good, so good.
“Is it … okay?” Kimi rasps at Max’s ear.
“Yes,” Max moans happily in response, “So good.. you can.. .go harder now if you want.”
Kimi hesitates a second but then rolls his hips back and snaps them forward at pace.
“Like that,” Max breathes out, “Keep going like that.”
Its all the encouragement Kimi needs, he’s no longer tentative or careful, he’s all over Max, fucking him down into the mattress, kissing over his face, moaning against his skin. It’s a bit frantic, Max can hear the sound of the mattress creak beneath them and the wet sloppy sounds the lube makes between them.
Kimi is on the verge of coming, or at least Max suspects that he is - his rhythm is faltering, his face scrunching up and he’s taking deep breathes in and out like he’s trying his best to hold off as long possible.
Max gets his hand around his own cock and starts to stroke, wanting to get himself off because Kimi comes. It’s not actually important, not for him, but he thinks it might be for Kimi.
Max hitches one leg up and uses his spare hand to try and guide Kimi’s hips and -
Fuck.
Max groans as Kimi hits his prostate. It seems to be more by accident than design but the happy whine Max makes lets Kimi know that this is it. This is the angle. This is the thing that makes Max’s vision go blurry and his voice to get all croaky from moaning. This is the key to fucking Max.
“Like that, just like that,” Max groans, “That. That.”
Max strokes himself more roughly. Kimi nails him again in the perfect spot and Max comes in spurts over his hand and stomach. His muscles clench around Kimi’s cock, squeezing so tightly that Kimi moans and stutters and is coming inside the condom before Max has even ridden out his orgasm.
———
“Where are you going?” Kimi sounds panicked as Max moves to get up off the bed.
“Just to clean up,” Max smiles reassuringly.
“I’ll do it!” Kimi is up in a flash although his legs buckle a bit beneath him as he gets his feet on the floor, undeterred he gets through to the bathroom and comes back with a wet cloth in one hand a huge smile on his face. Kimi soothes over Max’s stomach, making sure he cleans him up properly before tossing the cloth aside and pressing a few kisses to Max’s stomach for good measure.
“I’ll get better at it,” Kimi curls himself around Max’s body and Max drags the covers over them both as he feels Kimi shaking next to him, although he suspects its more to do with the cold than anything else.
“You’re already perfect,” Max presses a kiss to Kimi’s forehead, “I promise. It was perfect.”
And it was. Maybe not by any porno definition of sex, and maybe not by one of those instructional step by step guides you get on the internet. But perfect in the ways that matter, in the ways where Max already knows he’s not going to be able to get enough of it.
“You okay?” Max strokes his hand through Kim’s hair and Kimi nods as he tries to shyly burrow himself even closer.
Max gets himself comfortable as he lays staring up at the ceiling, Kimi warm against him.
And he can’t help thinking that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if he fell madly in love with a nineteen year old would it? Fuck it, its too late to worry about that now, Max realises as Kimi curls tight to his side and makes a happy contented sound.