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George had never ran so fast in his life.

Despite feeling somewhat suffocated by the obscene southern heat, he sprinted from the rental car to the hotel, then briskly walked through the lobby so as to not concern the receptionist. Not having the patience to wait for the elevator, he proceeded to possibly break world speed records as he scaled a couple dozen flights of stairs up to the twelfth floor.

Sure, logically there wasn’t much of a reason to rush. Even if he had calmly walked up those stairs, or taken the elevator, his beautiful, eager prize would still be waiting - preferably in bed - for him nonetheless. But horniness was one hell of a motivator - no, Kimi was one hell of a motivator, and he felt like his organs were shutting down with every second he spent away from Kimi’s touch, away from Kimi’s bed.

Exiting the stairwell on the twelfth floor, George’s inhuman speed slowed into something stealthier - a brisk, quiet speedwalk. As much as he wanted to break Kimi’s door down and take him that second, he couldn’t risk arousing suspicion, as most everyone on the team was situated on this floor for the night.

The thought of someone catching him outside Kimi Antonelli-Wolff’s room at damn near midnight with a plastic bag containing condoms and lube… yeah, George would hypothetically have to resort to biblical levels of bribery to ensure that stayed private.

Using the key card Kimi gave him a surprisingly short amount of time ago, George slammed the door open and shut and locked it behind him with the frenzy of a criminal escaping the police.

From the bed, Kimi jumped at the sheer force and suddenness with which the door was opened.

The slight jolt he felt in his stomach at the sudden sound and movement was replaced with butterflies and pure glee when he saw George Russell, plastic bag in each hand, looking as handsome as ever standing tall in his incognito getup.

“You came back,” Kimi said, trying not to sound pathetic and needy, and failing miserably.

George removed the sunglasses Kimi had lent him, revealing dark pupils dilated with want where blue once was. “God, Kimi, of course I would, of course-”

George’s next words stopped dead in his throat as he took Kimi in. He was situated adorably in the large hotel bed, with the lights on properly instead of being dimmed like before. The large comforter was pooled around Kimi’s waist and lower half, while the rest of him was draped in George’s too-long t-shirt that George hadn’t bothered to put back on in his rush to get out the door and back.

In the past couple hours, George had seen so many sights - all of Kimi - that he cataloged as the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

But this one took the cake, easy.

“My God,” George breathed, almost dropping the bags with how under Kimi’s spell he was. Something about seeing Kimi in such a natural, disheveled state - in George’s shirt no less, felt like the most correct, most right thing in the world, despite it being so deeply wrong.

He crossed the room in long strides, feeling this supernatural, magnetic pull to the beautiful boy. Resting the plastic bags on the bed, he took Kimi’s face in his hands, Kimi’s dark, wide eyes taking George in with want.

With an almost lethal level of tenderness, he brushed some of Kimi’s adorable curls back from his forehead, and placed a kiss to the skin there.

“You look…” he started when he pulled back, unable to find words that he hadn’t already repeated a hundred times that night. “Christ, Kimi, you look stunning in this.”

“Even more stunning than I do out of it?” Kimi replied, with a giggle and a bright, toothy grin that George wanted to protect forever. Maybe it was all in George’s head, but he thought he saw the beginnings of markings faintly appearing on the boy’s neck.

“Well, you know I can’t answer that, love,” said George, hastily kicking off his sneakers for - hopefully - the last time that night. “Now, I got the stuff we needed, plus some water and snacks in case you get hungry after.”

“Thanks, that’s really thoughtful,” Kimi said, almost as if in disbelief.

“Of course, baby,” answered George, removing the stuff they needed from one bag and putting them along with the other bag on the nightstand. While doing so, he caught a glimpse of the TV.

“See?! I told you I’d be back before the episode’s over!” George happily exclaimed, looking between Kimi and the TV.

“Honestly, I’m shocked you made it back so fast,” said Kimi with his angelic laugh.

“Yeah, there was a place nearby. And having a beautiful boy in bed waiting for you is a great motivator.”

“You keep calling me that,” said Kimi, scratching the back of his neck and looking like every one of George’s dreams.

“‘Cause,” George started, collapsing onto the large bed with an ‘oof.’ His voice was lower when he spoke next, more sensual. “I mean it.”

He reached out and took one of Kimi’s beautiful hands that was clutching at the comforter. Bringing it to his lips, he placed light little kisses on each finger, on each knuckle. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you,” he said between kisses, “for months, baby boy.”

George trailed loving, reverent kisses to the dorsal side of Kimi’s hand, then to his wrist, smiling to himself as he heard Kimi’s breath audibly hitch.

“I… didn’t listen to you earlier,” Kimi admitted meekly, barely a whisper, like he was confessing to a crime.

George raised a curious eyebrow, looking at Kimi while still holding his hand to his lips.

“Oh?”

“Earlier, when, uhm… you told me not to have too much fun…”

George’s face lit up in a mixture of pleasantly surprised and downright scandalized. “Kimi!” he gasped, smile shining through. “I’ve only been gone for, like-”

“I’m sorry!” Kimi said, sounding completely unapologetic as he covered his face with his hands and giggled. “I just couldn’t help it - I’ve been waiting for you years, and your shirt smelled ilke you, a-and everything we did was so-”

Kimi made some cute, indiscernable noise into his hands, the rush of all that had happened that night catching up to him.

“Well, I’m glad one of us was having fun while I was getting judged by the store cashier.”

Kimi’s voice dropped to a playful and sensual whisper - a combination really suiting to him. “It was different this time… I got to say your name out loud,” he started, reaching out and lightly, cutely walking two fingers up George’s arm. “Got to think about what we did…”

“Baby,” George breathed, briefly closing his eyes as some beautiful mental images welcomingly flodded his brain. But he had to focus, had to read between the lines of what Kimi was telling him. “Is this your way of telling me you’re too tuckered out go again?”

Kimi’s light touch on George’s arm stopped, his fingers’ presence feeling welcomingly heavy. “What? No. What do you mean?”

George was pleasantly surprised. “Oh, alrighty then,” he said, “I just figured you’d be too tired after coming twice, but I guess not, ‘cause you’re-”

His words caught in his throat, as he was already so turned on by what he was going to say, and he hadn’t even said it yet.

“You’re young,” he said, voice dropping to a husky almost-whisper. “So you can come plenty of times.”

The reminder of what he already knew dialed the heat pooling in his lower stomach up to eleven. Here was Kimi Wolff, all young and beautiful and untouched and eager and ripe for George’s taking.

Hell, George thought, would surely be very hot.

Rather than seeming objectified by George’s fetishization of his youth, which was made evident by George’s hungry gaze, Kimi seemed almost proud, smiling and preening. “Wanna test that theory?” he asked, trying to sound seductive, but voice coming out light and giggly as he leaned back on one arm, tilting his head just so in a way that drove the British driver crazy.

“You,” started George, taking Kimi’s cheek in his hand and leaning in close, “are going to be the death of me, Little Wolff.”

Flecks of gold and want and promise flickered in dark eyes.

“What a heavenly way to die.”

Only a few kisses in, not even with tongue yet, and the sheer need that permeated every cell of George’s pathetic, wretched being bordered on medically concerning.

“Down, baby,” he commanded gently, lightly nudging Kimi to get him to lie down, which he did with an adorable little squeak when his head hit the soft pillow, looking like an angel with his curls splayed out beneath his head.

“Good boy,” affirmed George, reveling in the fact that those two simple words made Kimi whimper and arch his back. George was going to ask permission to remove the blanket from Kimi’s lower half so they could be closer, but it seemed those were the magic words, as Kimi immediately did so himself.

Poor Kimi was already a whimpering, writhing mess by the time George started pressing kisses to his jaw and neck. 

“Y’know,” George started, voice seductively low. “I should be teaching you a lesson after all that teasing.”

Kimi was making cute little noises - not full moans, but small ‘ah’ sounds that sounded like they were recorded from the gates of Heaven itself. “Wasn’t… wasn’t that bad,” he stammered out.

George stopped sucking another mark into the welcoming expanse of Kimi’s neck to respond. “Baby, you almost killed me. Making me stare at your ass in the gym, oh and playing fucking footsie with me at dinner - I almost died, Kimi. How would you get me into bed then, huh?”

“No way you got so worked up over some footsie,” Kimi laughed, accent making his voice even more heavenly. “C’mon, that’s the oldest trick in the book, I dunno why I didn’t try it sooner.”

“‘Cause it would’ve killed me.”

“Well, you did say I’m gonna be the death of you.”

“Mm, there are worse fates,” George said, going back to kissing lower and lower on Kimi’s neck. “But even though I should be teaching you a lesson about bring a right brat-”

“‘M not a-”

“Yes you are, that was, like, classic brat behavior. Just like interrupting me,” said George, jokingly stern. “As I was saying… you will not be learning your lesson tonight. ‘Cause I wanna be gentle with you, okay baby boy? Will you like that?”

“Please,” Kimi pleaded breathlessly, back arching as George’s hands explored under the too-large shirt. “Be gentle, please.”

The plea enveloped George’s cold heart with a desire to protect Kimi forever, at all costs.

“Of course, baby,” George said huskily, going back to his open-mouthed kisses. “Gonna be so slow with you, so gentle.”

He tugged at the hem of Kimi’s shirt - well, his shirt, though he wouldn’t mind if Kimi never gave it back. The kid - oh, that’s fucked up, George, you really shouldn’t call him that - helped George take the garment off without having to be told.

“Your turn,” Kimi said so quickly that George thought he was speaking Italian for a second. Before Kimi could even move, George was doing as he requested, removing his hoodie that he was frankly burning up in, and chucking it to some forsaken corner.

George couldn’t help but feel proud of the way Kimi so blatantly appreciated him, his brown eyes gazing down at George’s torso while Kimi bit his lip and grinned. 

Kimi initiated their next series of kisses, one hand playing with the hair at the base of George’s neck and the other slowly, tantalizingly tracing his fingertips down George’s torso, making the poor driver insane with need, moaning and panting into Kimi’s warm mouth.

A particularly beautiful and high-pitched moan from George was interrupted by a laugh track from the TV, and Kimi searched the rumpled comforter for the remote like it was his life’s purpose.

“I’m turning your stupid show off,” he said, sounding like the TV had personally offended him, and turned it off.

“That’s okay,” George said with a little laugh. On any other occasion, he would have defended his favorite program with his dying breath. He couldn’t have cared less at the moment.

They were lying down now, having been kissing for who knows how long, hips desperately seeking each other’s movements when they - unfortunately - had to break for air for the first time. George backed up just barely enough for the two to look into each other’s eyes as they breathed hard, so many words going unspoken.

“George,” Kimi started, voice wavering. “Is… is it gonna hurt?”

The sincerity in Kimi’s angelic voice, the nervousness mixed with eagerness, made George want to take that precious face in his hands and kiss Kimi all over, vowing to protect him from anything and everything for the rest of their lives. Instead, he just answered honestly.

“It might hurt a little at first, yeah,” he replied in a voice so soft it surprised even himself, while gently pushing Kimi’s curly, dark hair away from his forehead and stroking his head. “But I’m gonna do everything I can to make you comfortable, okay? I’m gonna go really slow, and the lube will help, and I’ll make sure that you’re prepped well and that you’re ready and comfortable, okay, sweet boy?”

“Okay,” Kimi whispered cutely, though George heard it loud and clear due to how close they were to each other. A small, reassured smile tugged at Kimi’s perfect lips. “Thank you.”

“Shh, don’t hafta thank me, baby,” George hushed, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Kimi’s cheek. “It’s an honor.”

George reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube, rolling it between his hands a few times so that it would, hopefully, be warm for Kimi.

“Now, love,” he started, fighting the plastic wrapping of the bottle and losing. “I need you to know that we’ll stop anytime you want to, okay? I won’t be upset or disappointed or anything. Seriously, I mean that. I’d be the happiest guy alive to just watch TV with you if you decide you don’t wanna do this. Just say the word and we stop. If you want me to go slower, just say so and I will. And if something’s just not feeling good, let me know, and we’ll try something else, okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Kimi, watching in barely concealed amusement and not bothering to offer help as George continued to pick at the edge of the plastic seal in vain. 

“Say it back.”

“What?”

“What I just told you. Say it back, baby, so I know you understand.”

Kimi couldn’t explain why that had him blushing like crazy, but it did. He truly didn’t know if that was standard procedure or not, but George caring so much about Kimi’s pleasure and preferences and making sure that Kimi understandood how safe he is only made Kimi want him exponentially more, something he didn’t think was possible after several years of all-consuming longing.

“I… uh, we’ll stop anytime I say so. And you won’t be disappointed or anything. And I’ll tell you if I want you to slow down or try something else.”

“Good boy,” affirmed George, the words coming out so naturally, as if they didn’t require thought. He leaned down to peck the corner of Kimi’s mouth, and when he got back to the task at hand, he was somehow still struggling over the simple task. The fact that his hands were slightly trembling out of a cocktail of excitement, nervousness, and want surely had nothing to do with it.

“Want any help with that?” Kimi asked through laughter. Here he was, finally naked under George Russell, and the plastic seal over a bottle of lube was getting in their way. The ridiculousness of it all wasn’t lost on Kimi - if anything, it made him feel lighter, the joy of easy laughter shared between two people bubbling in his chest.

“Please,” replied George, though he was giggling as well as he handed Kimi the bottle.

Kimi had a much easier time of getting his nails under the plastic, peeling it off in a few seconds. “Here,” he said with a cheeky smile, handing the bottle back to George and discarding the plastic on the side table.

“Ah, what would I do without you?”

Kimi let the question go unanswered, as he realized that with nothing stopping them, it was time to start. He was excited, of course, but also… He just didn’t know what to do, or how to go about this.

“So, uhm,” he stammered, “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do.”

Maybe he was being delusional, but he could have sworn that the look in George’s blue eyes was nothing other than pure, endeared love.

“There’s nothing for you to do, my love,” said George, sounding and looking so fond that Kimi’s poor little heart almost burst from it all. “All you need to do is lie back and relax, and as we said, tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Kimi, and they were kissing again.

Before long, George broke away from Kimi’s mouth to trail kisses down to his jaw, then to his neck, then his collarbones. He took his sweet time, placing long, tender kisses full of affection all over Kimi’s chest, especially where he had barely-there freckles that George could only see due to his proximity, muttering praises of ‘so perfect,’ ‘beautiful boy,’ ‘God, I’m lucky.’

Most of the nervousness Kimi had been feeling was overwritten by pure, unadulterated need as George’s white-hot kisses went to his abdomen, taking painfully slow time over the soft skin there, often kissing the same spots over and over and over again in wonder, his large hands tenderly caressing Kimi’s sides as Kimi squirmed and breathed out George’s name like a mantra. He was so caught up in his want for the man on him, the man that had occupied his every dream and fantasy and filthy late-night thought for so long now, that he didn’t even register his legs spreading on their own accord to make room for him.

“Good boy,” George praised breathily, sounding genuinely proud of Kimi’s gutsiness as he lightly nudged the inner part of Kimi’s knee to make more room for himself, the affirmation leaving his mouth like it didn’t require any thought, like it was the most natural thing in the world to call him. “Didn’t even have to tell you what to do.”

They were both breathing hard now, George kneeling between Kimi’s open legs - open for him, and only ever him. 

George looked absolutely awestruck at the sight he was beholding, and Kimi could almost see actual stars in those blue eyes. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” George said, sounding giddy, before briefly lowering himself to place a kiss on Kimi’s knee.

“Me neither,” Kimi said, huffing out a laugh. “I’ve… I’ve wanted this for more than you know, George.”

“Oh, I did know. You weren’t subtle about it.”

Kimi only laughed in response.

“Well,” George started, gaze flicking up as he tried to remember something. “I knew you had a crush on me. Only I thought it was limited to wanting to cuddle and hold hands. I had no idea that sweet, innocent Little Wolff had… this, in him.”

“Innocent little Kimi has been having very uninnocent thoughts about you for the past-”

“Don’t tell me,” George said hastily. “For my conscience.”

Kimi just laughed and continued. “Well, for a while… In addition to wanting to cuddle and hold hands, of course,” he said, looking up at George with his dark, temptress-like eyes, like a calm ocean in the dead of night that George had every intent of plunging headfirst into and drowning in.

“Fuck, Kimi, I should not want you this bad,” George said, already reaching for the lube.

“Yet you’re here,” Kimi breathed, watching George’s hands with reverence and intent. “I want you inside me. Please. Need you inside me.”

George closed his eyes and clenched his jaw tooth-achingly hard to bite back a groan.

He had known from the moment he knocked on room 12A that he was going to hell. Having the beautiful young thing writhing under him and begging to be filled up, George knew he wasn’t just going, but had been upgraded to a deluxe suite reserved for men like him.

Nevertheless, he continued.

He coated a liberal amount of the gel on his long, talented finger, and positioned it at Kimi’s entrance, already knowing it would be a tight fit.

“Are you sure, baby? You ready?”

“I am,” Kimi said, and George noticed how his beautiful chest was rising and falling with each heavy, anticipatory breath. “Please.”

“Okay, baby, I’m gonna go in. Three, two…”

Yeah, maybe counting down was excessive, but he was overcome with this need to make this as comfortable and easy a first time as he could for Kimi, who deserved to be pampered, to be talked through it.

Even with the lubricant, George was met with resistance. Kimi was tense, and George stopped before he could get down to the knuckle.

Guilt stabbed at his heart when he looked at Kimi and saw his lips slightly pouted and brows furrowed in what he prayed to God wasn’t pain.

“Oh, Kimi, does it hurt? I’m so sorry, do you want me to stop?”

“No, doesn’t hurt, it’s just…” Kimi’s next words came out with an uncomfortable chuckle. “Feels kinda weird. Not painful, but.. Not very pleasant. Is it supposed to feel that way?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a little uncomfortable at first, I’m sorry, love,” George said sympathetically, grateful he wasn’t putting sweet Kimi in any actual pain. “Haven’t you done this to yourself, baby boy?”

Kimi shook his head - a surprise, considering how often Kimi had said he’d fantasized about him. “I’ve tried,” he said, face crimson. “Hurts too much.”

“Did you use lube?”

Radio silence.

“Well maybe that’s why,” said George, him and the beautiful boy both dissolving into giggles.

“You gotta relax for me, sweets,” George said once their laughter had dissolved. He used his not-occupied hand to gently stroke Kimi’s chest, trying to soothe him. “You need to relax in order for this to be comfortable.”

“Okay,” Kimi said, before taking a deep breath, clearly still tense. “Just relax.”

“Shh, you’re safe with me, love, okay?” said George, voice lovestruckly soft as he continued to lay gentle minstrations on Kimi’s beautiful chest. “You’re completely safe here, you’re in good hands, I’m gonna take good care of you, I promise. Such good care of you, like a prince like you deserves.”

Kimi made a satisfied little sound. “Promise?”

“I promise, my love,” whispered George, with the most endeared smile. Kimi thought that it was the way someone might look at their spouse of many years. “This isn’t about me. All I want is to take care of you, for as long as you’ll let me.”

George meant every word, every syllable, and it seemed to help soothe the sweet thing a little, as George was able to get the rest of his long finger in with less resistance. “Oh, good boy,” he whispered, voice reverent. “I’m gonna help you relax a little more, okay?”

Kimi whispered an acknowledgement, and George smirked at what he was about to do, eager to see Kimi come undone again.

Finger still inside a tight heat, and trying to move it in any way that could be pleasureable, George lowered the rest of his body, slowly - painfully slowly, as far as Kimi was concerned -  placing kisses down Kimi’s navel.

“Oh, look at this,” George said, voice playful and charming as he kissed low enough that he was unable to ignore Kimi’s needy erection. “You’ve come twice this evening, my love, you still want me that bad?”

“Y-yes,” Kimi stammered, voice high pitched as his back arched and he writhed with need. “Need you, George. You always turn me on so much, I get so horny when I think of you, please, please…”

George smirked. Seemed the sweet boy was honest enough to ramble just from one finger.

“Your wish is my command, baby, I’ll help you relax.”

Moving to Kimi’s beautifully spread thighs, he nuzzled his cheek low against the right one, then proceeded to kiss up and up, Kimi letting out the cutest little squeaks with each one.

George prided himself on gentle, being caring. But he couldn’t help himself from nipping at the bare, tempting skin a couple times.

Kimi let out an ethereal sound between a moan and a giggle. “That’s- that’s good,” he breathed, seeming more relaxed and comfortable now, and George used the opportunity to sink his finger in deeper, producing more sounds, like Kimi was a remote with buttons that could be pressed to elicit cute noises.

To distract Kimi from any discomfort he might feel, he went high - high - up on Kimi’s thigh, his mouth covering territory nobody else had ever been blessed enough to see, let alone taste, and bit, sucking on the delectable skin with the intent of leaving quite the mark.

Mine. 

Having left his artistry on Kimi’s thigh, George closed his eyes and held Kimi’s cock with his unoccupied hand, and placed long kisses from tip to base. The first one had Kimi almost screaming.

“Mgh- George!” he gasped, squirming to the point where George had to remove his hand from Kimi’s cock and use it to hold his hips down.

Too drunk on Kimi to even form words, George just hummed in contentment as he surrounded the tip with his warm, talented mouth.

“Mio Dio!” shouted Kimi, surely loud enough to be heard through several sets of walls. Not that George had it in him to care, not with Kimi’s delicious tip resting on his tongue.

The second George started taking more of Kimi, the boy’s hands came down quickly to tangle in George’s hair, firmly planted as if trying to get George not to move away - as if he would with a gun to his head.

Briefly, George removed Kimi from his mouth. “Helping you relax, baby boy,” he said breathily, before closing his eyes again and taking more of him, moaning as his mouth was filled.

Kimi’s whimpers were reaching frequencies unable to be heard by humans as George took in the rest of him, the movements smooth and practiced for optimal pleasure. Testing to see if Kimi was relaxed, George started to push in another finger, grateful for the excess lube arond Kimi’s rim. This one went in with considerably less resistance, though Kimi did make a little sound that George wasn’t entirely sure was pleasure.

“Still not comfy, darling?” George asked, a string of saliva connecting his lip to the object of his servicing.

“It feels a little better than the last one,” Kimi panted, hand gripping George’s hair harder, just the way George liked it. “Keep going. Please, George.”

George didn’t even respond, going back to using his experienced mouth to please the sweet thing beneath him as much as possible, all the while crooking his fingers. 

He wanted it to be good for Kimi. Wanted it so bad, as he tried to get at every possible angle to make the sweet boy happy.

George’s moment came when he moved his fingers just so.

“Fanculo-!”

If it weren’t for the fact that Kimi’s needy cock that had been untouched for decades was currently in his mouth, George would have smirked.

Instead, he moved his fingers just like that again.

“George!” Kimi all but - no, he actually- screamed.

“You like that?” asked George, removing his mouth from Kimi’s cock to kiss down the length.

“Y-yes, it’s so good- fucking hell! H-how do you-”

Kimi was reduced to helpless whimpers as George worked his magic with blessed fingers.

“Looks like I found the right spot, huh, darling?”

More unintelligable sounds from Kimi, who was reduced to clutching the duvet beneath him and arching his spine as his whines and cries grew louder and louder, spurring George on more.

George continued to hit that spot that made Kimi absolutely lose it as he took all of Kimi easily down his throat, unable to hear himself think with how loud Kimi was being.

Both of Kimi’s hands went to George’s hair, holding on almost painfully tight, and George didn’t mind a thing, bobbing his head at a pace he knew would please, knowing exactly when to hollow his cheeks or swirl his tongue for maximum effect.

“Want another one,” the sweet thing said between gasps and moans, throwing his head back and surely speaking loud enough to be heard through several sets of walls. He was grinding onto George’s knuckles, desperate for more. “Gimme another one, George, please.”

“Your wish is my command,” George muttered against Kimi’s cock, looking up at the writhing beauty, and meant every word. He had half a mind to abandon racing entirely and devote every one of his days to this, to heeding Kimi’s every wish and pleasing him.

The third finger was welcomed in to the sacred heat, the smallest movements earning little cries and whimpers in increasingly higher octaves from the little noisemaker George was currently pleasing.

“George, please,” Kimi whined, his voice sounding like he might be on the verge of tears - which George really hoped wasn’t the case, as the last thing he wanted was to make Kimi cry. “I’ll come before we even start if you keep doing tha- oh, fuck, that!”

George removed himself from the object of his attention, looking at Kimi with the most forbidden of want. “Yes, that’s quite the point, darling,” he said simply, lips curling into a devious smirk. “You’re young, remember? You can come plenty of times. Again and again and again if that’s what you want…”

“Per favore,” Kimi whimpered, one hand shaking as it gripped George’s hair and the other fisting the blanket. “Let me come, let me come, please.”

As if George would refuse this boy pleasure with a gun to his head.

A few more crooks of his fingers, timed perfectly in tandem with George taking Kimi to the back of his throat, was what it took. Mouth full and fingers busy, he flicked his gaze up to Kimi.

Panting and sweating, Kimi’s dark eyes locked with George’s blue ones, and the eye contact seemed to do something to him.

“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, George-!”

George thought he had died and gone to heaven as he heard Kimi’s beautiful, accented voice cry out his name several more times as he came, each cry louder than the last. Not that George gave a damn, as he was busy swallowing up every drop like a sacred wine.

When Geoge was done with his practiced movements and Kimi had gone from screaming to panting, George popped Kimi out of his mouth and removed his fingers.

He knelt over Kimi, admiring his work. Kimi was absolutely boneless, eyes hazy and unfocused and looking absolutely blissed out.

“How are you feeling, baby?” George asked, hands reverently caressing Kimi’s sides.

“Literally… never felt better,” Kimi replied, words comically slurred.

For a moment, George thought the other would be too spent to proceed further, and he was perfectly content with that, but the need in Kimi’s eyes combined with his physical reaction to George slowly wiping his own still-glistening lips with the back of his hand indicated that he was, in fact, raring to go.

George was going to say something surely swoon-worthy when his hungry gaze raked down Kimi’s frame - again - and he noticed something on Kimi’s left hip he hadn’t before.

“What’s this?”

“Che- oh,” Kimi said with a little laugh. “That.”

Holding Kimi by the hips, George reverently ran a thumb over the dark outline of a shape on Kimi’s left hip - neither a birthmark nor a scar, but a deliberately placed tattoo. A cute little star, no bigger than George’s thumbnail.

“Pretty,” George breathed, voice heavy for something so small.

Kimi’s breath hitched. “I, um, got it right after I turned eighteen,” he explained. 

George hummed in aknowledgement. He hadn’t expected Kimi, of all people - perfect student, perfect son Kimi, praised by Toto for being ‘the good one’ of his children - to get a tattoo so young, and in such an intimate spot, too.

“Any particular meaning?”

“Not really, I mean… I wanted to do something ‘bad,’ I guess. I’ve never snuck out or partied like my older siblings have, I get good grades - great grades - so I just… wanted to do one little thing that the perfect Wolff son wouldn’t do.”

“Well, you’ve done more than one, now, baby boy,” George said with an endeared smirk, as Kimi’s innocent explanation did things to his heart that he couldn’t explain. “Your behavior these past couple months has been most unbecoming of a perfect Wolff son. Walking around in those clothes, tempting an older man - your father’s driver - the way you have… you’re bolder than you give yourself credit for, baby.”

“Just can’t believe it actually worked,” Kimi said with a smile, and George thought for a moment that tears were pricking his eyes just a little. 

“I’d be a fool to say no to you,” George whispered, lowering himself to kiss the tattoo. “Anyone else seen this?”

He knew the answer, but damn if he wasn’t dying to hear it out loud in Kimi’s sweet voice, higher than usual from pleasure.

“Just the artist who overcharged me,” Kimi said. “... And now you.”

George kissed the little star - that was on his little star, he thought cheesily to himself - again and again and again. “That’s how it should be,” he murmured against Kimi’s skin between kisses. “Just me, seeing the cute star on your pretty little hip.”

“You ready, baby?” George asked huskily, looking up at Kimi now.

The response was immediate, almost inhumanly so. 

“Yes. Please.”

George was smiling like a race winner as he tore open the box of condoms, removed one, then chucked the rest of the box who knows where.

Realizing he’d been hard in his sweats since he first started touching Kimi, he finally freed himself, pulling his pants and underwear off and kicking them away like they were poisonous, as anything barring him from Kimi was.

“Maledetto inferno,” Kimi said - submissive, breathy tone gone in favor of his equally sexy, passionate Italian cadence. “There is no way in hell you think that is gonna fit in-”

George couldn’t help but laugh - not at Kimi necessarily, well maybe, but only because he was so adorable.

“It won’t be that bad, I’m sure you can ta-” George stopped himself. For Kimi’s first time, yeah, of course he was intimidated, having nothing to compare this to and probably being scared despite how much he wanted it. “Well, y’know what, maybe you can’t at first. But that’s perfectly okay, love, we’ll have plenty of fun doing what we can.”

Kimi seemed to soften, staring at George very disrespectfully with a mix of intimidation and abject hunger.

“It’s… it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

George felt a wave of protectiveness so strong it almost brought him to tears. “Oh, honey,” he cooed, one hand cradling Kimi’s face while the other kept George propped up. “It’s like I said earlier, yeah, it’ll probably hurt a little at first, and I’m sorry. But I’m going to do everything I can to make it as good for you as possible, okay? I’ll go so slow, talk you through, ease you into it, everything.”

“You make it sound so clinical,” Kimi said, resting an arm up over his head with a self-depracating chuckle. “This is supposed to be, like, sexy, and stuff - gosh, I’m sorry I’m so anxious, it’s probably killing the-”

George just shushed him. “Hey, no no no, none of that, angel,” he soothed, gently brushing a thumb over Kimi’s cheek. “You’re not doing anything wrong. It’s your first time, and it’s nervewracking to be so vulnerable for the first time, that’s totally normal.”

“I just… I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long, and now it’s happening, and I didn’t think I’d be this nervous, but I am-”

“And that’s okay,” George assured again, a little laugh in his voice at how stubborn this cute boy could be. He lowered himself so that he was hovering over Kimi, much closer now, and he spoke lower. “Do you still want to keep going?”

“Yes,” Kimi said breathlessly.

“Well, you can trust me. You can trust that I’m going to make it good for you, that I’m going to keep you safe. You’re in such good hands, okay, my love?”

“Okay,” Kimi whispered, sounding sure of himself, and George kissed him. Over and over again, George kissed him, not deep ones meant to lead to something more, but assuring pecks meant to soothe.

“You’re gonna take me so well, I just know it,” George whispered against beautiful lips. He felt Kimi’s erection twitch between them as the Italian made a little sound, indicating George’s talk was working as intended, easing Kimi into the mood and out of nervousness. As he continued, his hand went down to reverently caress the side of Kimi’s thigh, realizing that Kimi’s legs were now locked around George’s torso. “You were made for this, darling, made just for me.”

Kimi’s legs and arms tightened around George adorably, wanting to be closer to him.

“I’m gonna be better for you than any stupid college boy could ever be, okay?” George whispered against Kimi’s cheek.

Kimi giggled breathlessly, George taking pride in the fact that he seemed much more at ease now, from his gentle kisses and touches and words.

“I’m not even in college ye-”

“Yeah, let’s not talk about that,” George said hastily, voice not husky or sexy in the slightest as he pushed himself off of Kimi.

“What?” Kimi asked with a knowing smirk that crinkled the corner of his dark eyes. Laying there, arm splayed out over his head, he looked so painfully young and sinful all at the time time. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna be reminded that I’m-”

George faked a sneeze. “Wow sure is stuffy in here anyway let’s get this show on the road!” he shouted, if only so that he wouldn’t hear the rest of whatever Kimi was saying.

Kimi laughed, a pure, honest laugh, and George had to pause while tearing open the condom packet to truly appreciate it, lest he never get to hear such a thing again. 

While George was rolling the condom onto himself with practiced ease, he noticed Kimi propping himself up on his elbows, watching George with the focus he usually reserved for homework or race data.

“Enjoying your show, love?” asked George sweetly, condom snug on as he reached for the lube.

“Very much,” Kimi said, head tilted in that way that had no business being as enticing as it was. “I’m just observing your technique so that I can put it on you next time.”

George felt a frankly concerningly strong wave of pleasure at the words ‘next time.’ Oh, how he hoped. How he hoped he lived long enough to see next time.

Grateful he had the foresight to purchase the big bottle, George worked the very liberal amount of lube onto his cock. The contact made him shiver, as he had been so focused on Kimi thus far - which he was more than happy to be, but it meant he had gone untouched all night.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so turned on right now. You see what you do to me?” he rambled, doing the bare minimum of his minstrations to get the lube spread out, wanting to save the rest for when he was finally - fucking finally! - inside Kimi, as he had yearned to be for the past few, excruciating months.

“Hard not to,” Kimi replied. Cheeky.

Now firmly in the mood, George positioned himself between Kimi’s legs. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he started, looking down at his prize, all wanting and spread out beneath him. Right where he fucking should be, thought the sicker part of George. “You’ve no idea how tempting you are, wearing those clothes, walking around looking fuckin’ edible.”

Kimi’s face was red and his chest was rising and falling with each hard, waiting breath. “Well, you don’t hafta dream anymore,” he breathed. “Take me, George, please - I’ve been waiting since I was f-”

George actually reached out and covered Kimi’s mouth just in time to save himself from that information.

“Alright, baby,” he started, removing his hand from Kimi’s mouth and lining himself up at Kimi’s entrance. “You ready?”

“Yes. Please,” Kimi said, the words coming out pathetically fast.

“Take my hand,” ordered George, relishing in how quickly Kimi obeyed, the fingers of his right hand interlinking with George’s left. “Good boy. Okay, three… two…”

Yeah, maybe the countdown was excessive, but George would be damned if he wasn’t gentle. He promised to talk him through it, after all.

On one, George pushed in, blue eyes boring into Kimi’s, as he sickly wanted to see exactly how he looked when he gave the most intimate part of himself to George, for only him to have.

Letting out a breathy moan upon first entering such tight, tight, blissful heat, George progressed until he heard Kimi let out a sound that definitely wasn’t one of pleasure.

George stopped dead. “Oh, baby,” he started, the concern in his voice so incriminatingly sincere. “I’m so sorry - shit, I hurt you, didn’t I?”

Kimi was grimacing. George was halfway inside of him and the poor thing was grimacing. “Not your fault,” he said. Of course the first thing he said would be to deflect the burden of blame from George’s shoulders. “But yeah… Yeah, it hurts.”

“Do you want me to come out?” George asked, already intent on doing so.

“No, no, you can stay, just… don’t go deeper.”

“Okay,” George said, though he did pull out just a tad, having to do something to ease Kimi’s pain. He maneuvered so that he stayed inside while moving so that he could be over Kimi, needing to be closer to him. 

“Shh, it’s okay, my love, look at me,” he commanded gently, holding Kimi’s face with the hand that was previously holding Kimi’s hand like a holy relic. “You’re doing so good. You’re doing great, honey, I just need you to relax for me, okay? Can you do that?”

Kimi was visibly taking deep breaths as he nodded.

“That’s it, my love, just like that,” soothed George, running a reverent hand up and down Kimi’s side. “Just relax, angel. We have all the time in the world.”

They, in fact, did not have all the time in the world. They had until the morning, when they would have to feign normalcy over hotel breakfast, and God did the thought of pretending that this magical night never happened physically pain George.

“What’s your favorite color?” Kimi blurted after several deep breaths of George watching him like he was something precious.

“I’m sorry?”

“To get my mind off the pain. What’s your favorite color?”

George’s endeared grin crinkled his eyes. Christ, this boy was so cute it hurt. “Green.” he answered. “Though I went with blue for the whole racing schtick ‘cause it looked better with the car and matched the team.”

“Interesting,” Kimi hummed, one hand playing with George’s hair as the other traced George’s chiseled face.

“What about you, my love?” George inquired, before taking Kimi’s wrist and kissing the inside of it.

Kimi needed a few seconds to focus again after being taken aback by the gesture. “Oh, uhm… well, it used to be red. But now it’s blue.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, ‘cause of you. ‘Cause it’s your color - not just any shade, but the really pretty one you chose. And blue reminds me of your eyes.”

“Christ, Kimi… I can’t put into words how special you are. How lucky I am.”

Kimi hummed in contentment, and they kissed a couple more times before Kimi spoke up again.

“Okay… I think you can keep going. Doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”

“Of course, my love,” George said, returning to his kneeling position. He was about to push in further when he felt Kimi’s hand on his face.

“So handsome,” said Kimi, and in his eyes were hearts and stars and a myriad of other things George was probably making up.

George nuzzled into the gentle hold for a second before placing his own hand on top of Kimi’s and kissing the sweet boy’s palm. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered against the skin.

That was all it took to elicit another beautiful whimper from Kimi, and George held him like he was precious as he pushed in deeper.

“My God,” George said in a drawn-out moan, finally allowing himself to revel in the pleasure he’d been imagining getting from Kimi for so long. “Y-you’re so warm, and tight, gosh, so tight…”

“Yeah, almost like I’m a virgin or something.”

George actually stopped sheathing himself inside the object of his most vivid fantasies for a second to laugh.

“Got jokes now, Little Wolff?”

“Have my moments.”

“We’ll see about that,” George replied, hands tightly gripping Kimi’s waist as Kimi finally took all of him.

Kimi sucked in a breath. “Mamma mia.”

George sputtered out a chuckle as he lowered himself enough to rest his forehead against Kimi’s collarbone. Gosh, this boy kept surprising him. Getting dicked down for the first time in his young life and that’s what he has to say about it.

“Seriously?” George asked through chuckles.

“What? What was I supposed to say?” Kimi was trying to sound defensive, but he was giggling along.

“Gosh, I don’t know, angel,” conceded George. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little,” Kimi replied, voice a breathy, intimate whisper.

“Okay, I’ll stay like this for a little. Let you get comfortable.” 

George propped himself back up and returned to reverently running his hands alonge Kimi’s sides, noticing the way Kimi squirmed a little when Geprge’s hands graced his ribcages.

“So beautiful,” George mused, feeling drunk on the feeling of being fully inside Kimi Wolff. “See? Look at you! I told you you could do it, you’ve taken everything. And so well, too, such a good boy.”

It was probably stupid, but Kimi could feel himself tearing up. George was making the simple act of taking his cock sound like such an accomplishment, and he sounded so proud.

“You’re so amazing,” he said, taking Kimi’s hand and kissing the knuckles. “See? You can do anything you set your mind to. You’re brilliant.”

There was nothing dirty about those words, but damn if George praising him didn’t turn Kimi on to no end. 

“Can you, uhm,” Kimi stammered, unsure of how to finish the request. How does one politely ask their twenty-seven-year-old crush of several years to start properly railing them until they couldn’t think? “Can you… start? Y’know.”

The smirk that crossed George’s face told Kimi that the driver knew exactly what he meant.

“Start what, love?” he asked, voice almost passing as sincere.

“George,” Kimi groaned, covering his face. “You know what. Please.”

The sound of Kimi literally pleading for him made George want to thrust into him right there. But he wanted to hear more.

“Please what, Kimi?” asked George, fingertips running lightly over Kimi’s spread thighs. “C’mon, you’re a good boy, you need use your words.”

“I want- want you to…” Kimi started, his voice a higher pitch than usual with pure, unbridled want. He frankly didn’t know what to say; asking George to fuck him felt cold and emotionless. No, what he wanted was something a lot more intimate, for George to ask for Kimi’s hand in marriage and make love to him until they were both shaking with the intensity of their bond, until they were so connected they couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, and to do so every night for the rest of their lives.

The vulnerable request came as a whisper.

“Make love to me. Please, George, show me what it’s like. Show me how good it can feel. Ruin me for anyone else, be the only one to make me feel like this.”

Something primal in George just snapped, and he had to close his eyes and take a breath to ground himself.

“Good boy. That’s all you had to say.”

Getting himself into optimal position, George looked in Kimi’s waiting eyes.

“Okay… out,” he said, slowly coming out of him. He knew the narration was probably overkill, but he needed Kimi to know what was happening, needed him to be comfortable.

“In,” he whispered, reinserting himself deep. Kimi was so tight that there was still resistance, but not as much. 

A beautiful gasp escaped Kimi’s lips as his hands instinctively went behind George’s shoulders, and George felt the welcome pain of fingernails taking claim to the skin there.

“Out… In…” George narrated again. This time, he got a lot more than a gasp.

“George!” Kimi all but screamed, his legs locking around the older man. “More, please, just… Fuck, it feels so good, keep going, please…”

“As you wish, angel.”

George kept to his word, pacing himself to where he was making Kimi feel good while still being gentle, determined to keep Kimi’s precious first time as painless as possible, wanting to make it special.

Logically, George knew that they should try to keep their volume to a minimum, as they were very much not alone on the hotel floor shared by most of George’s team. But as he thrusted into such beauty, and felt Kimi’s fingernails scratch his back, how the hell was he supposed to keep quiet?

He was being more vocal than he had ever had been before, drawn out ‘ah’s and grunts of Kimi’s name mixed with praise filled the air.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well.”

“Such a good boy, even better than I imagined.”

Each praise was met with whines and whimpers, some at frequencies George didn’t even think humans could hear.

It was one in particular that really got Kimi crazy.

“You think some uni boy would be able to treat a precious thing like you like this, Kimi? C’mon, my love, answer.”

Kimi didn’t say no, but he did shake his head, as his mouth was busy downright screaming, both cries of pleasure and of George’s name and ‘please, more.’

Still gentle, George gave him more.

“That’s right, my love,” he cooed, moving so that he was practically bear hugging Kimi as he thrust into him, hitting that precious, sensitive bundle of nerves each time.

“Fuck, George, oh, God!”

Kimi was being too loud. His voice was bouncing off the walls with the sheer volume, and could most certainly be heard rooms or floors or cities away.

And George wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it.

“You deserve better than some boy. You deserve a man, lovely, a real man who can make you feel just-”

George emphasized his point with a thrust less gentle than the last. The scream it elicited and the pleasant raking of Kimi’s nails down his back would be ingrained in George’s memory for the rest of his life.

“Just right.”

Kimi was being very gently, very tenderly made love to, but the sounds he was making and the barely-there look in his eyes indicated otherwise. Every cry, whimper, and whine, whether short or drawn out, sounded more wanton than the last, and from being so close, George could swear he could chart the constellations in the boy’s pupil-blown eyes, so starry with this new pleasure he’d never experienced before, his whole body and mind going through this for the very first time.

“Fuck, baby, I almost don’t believe this is your first time taking cock, you’re doing it so well,” George rambled. Then, he didn’t know what came over him or possessed him to do so, but he looked at Kimi’s cute little cheek, ridden with barely-there freckles and faint scars of teenage breakouts, flawed skin that George found so perfect in every way, and he just… bit it. Just a little nip, nothing more.

Kimi ceased his shouting just long enough to giggle, the sound somehow more arousing than his breathless whimpers and high-pitched whines. 

“I thought I was the wolf here,” Kimi punned breathlessly, the beginning of a laugh cut off by another high moan as George once again slowly pushed into him.

George’s smile was dopey as he went about kissing every part of Kimi’s face he could reach. “Gosh, Kimi, you’re… you’re so…” 

He trailed off, not knowing how to encapsulate everything that Kimi was. So amazing, so sweet, so brilliant, so funny. What wasn’t he?

Oh, how gone George was. How in love George was.

“George… I, I feel you-”

Kimi then started tracing his hand down his torso in a movement so erotic George almost tapped out right there.

His hand stopped around his navel. 

“Feel you in here.”

George made some inhuman sound that he hoped didn’t turn Kimi off immediately. “Do you want more of me, Andrea?” he asked breathlessly, loving the way Kimi’s beautiful given name felt rolling off his tongue. “Want to feel me even deeper inside you? Huh?”

Kimi nodded, making incoherent affirming sounds.

“No, remember what he talked about, sweet boy,” George replied, stopping his slow thrusts. Which, if Kimi’s following whine was any indication, felt akin to torture. “Words. C’mon, baby.”

“I- I want you deeper,” Kimi stammered helplessly, not needing to be told twice. “I need… need to be yours, need you to make me yours.”

“Of course, my angel,” George cooed, propping himself up so that he was properly on his knees while still remaining tightly inside.

“Gonna put your leg over my shoulder,” he explained with care, wrapping his hands around Kimi’s left thigh. “Can I do that, love? Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Kimi panted. “Here-”

Kimi helped George maneuver him so that one leg was over George’s shoulder while the other remained around his waist, the asymmetry slightly tilting Kimi’s lower body.

“Now, how’s-” George started, before giving Kimi another gentle thrust, the angle making it hit deeper this time.

George’s question of “How’s that, love?” was drowned out by Kimi making a sound that could not in any way pass off as anything less than sheer ecstasy.

“Fu- fuck, George, George, it’s so good, George!”

It was almost comical how automatically Kimi cried out George’s name with every thrust, like it was the utmost expression of pleasure.

“Yeah, Kimi, fuckin’ take it. C’mon, Andrea, just like that,” rambled George, taking care to be gentle with each thrust. He went at a steady pace, nice and soft, but enough to make Kimi writhe and feel really good. “You feel so good, baby boy, seriously. You’re doing great.”

Unable to stop himself, one of George’s hands went to the necklace Kimi had never been seen without, idly playing with it.

“Walking around every day, teasing me like that, looking like a right Italian prince… and look at you now, love,” he said, moving his hand from Kimi’s necklace to caress his face, Kimi’s young eyes looking at George like he was the source of all pleasures and everything good in the universe. “Looking so pretty for me, letting me make you feel good, just like you deserve.”

“It’s- it’s so good, George,” Kimi gasped between the most adorable little ‘ah’ sounds. “Better than I dreamed.”

As Kimi let out something between a whine and a scream, one of his hands grabbed a fistful of the duvet, clutching it in a shaky, white-knuckled grip. 

“No one’s gonna make me feel like this again,” Kimi admitted, voice breathless with something other than arousal for once. Almost sadness.

George unhooked Kimi’s leg from over his shoulder. He needed to be close to Kimi, namely without snapping the poor thing in half.

“No one else could make you feel like this,” he affirmed, closer to Kimi now. “But I could. Fuck, baby, if you’d let me? I’d make you feel good whenever you wanted.”

Kimi’s cute noises were coming in quicker succession and were less drawn out, and he moved his hand gripping the blanket to join the other at George’s back, where George could feel his arms trembling. Kimi was close, so close he was almost incoherent with it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, darling? Having me at your beck and call? I’d drop everything to be with you, baby.”

Kimi’s moan - one that bordered on a sob - gave George the feeling that Kimi’s answer to that hypothetical was a resounding yes.

George leaned in, placing kisses from Kimi’s cheek to the corner of his mouth and back again. 

“My love,” he whispered against warm, damp skin, he himself starting to get more frantic as he was well on his way to his orgasm. “My prince. My good boy. My Andrea. My Kimi.”

George felt the limbs around him clutch him tighter, and a high, squeak-like sound escaped Kimi’s mouth, followed by several cries that almost startled George with their volume.

“Oh, George… sì, fanculo- George! Ti- ti a-”

The rest of the words, whatever they were, were drowned out as Kimi buried his face in George’s neck as the white-hot ecstasy flew through his every nerve, culminating in him spurting cum over his stomach, shaking with the force of it all and continuing to whine wordless cries along with Italian words George couldn’t understand but made his heart do things it never had before.

George didn’t keep going through Kimi’s seemingly all-consuming orgasm, not wanting to overwhelm him. Instead, he stroked Kimi’s side and his thigh and whatever he could reach with the hand that wasn’t propping him up over the other, all while whispering sweet reassurances.

“There you go, baby, there you go… So perfect, coming for me like that, feeling so good like you deserve. Oh, if only you could see yourself… So beautiful, Kimi, so beautiful.”

It took the better part of a minute for Kimi’s breath to stop coming so quickly, and for his sounds to peter out into the content little whimpers of his afterglow. When he removed his head from the crook of George’s neck and plopped his it on the pillow like it weighed a metric ton, he looked so adorably spent, sweating and panting and eyes unfocused like he had just run a marathon, raced sixty-two laps in the Singapore heat, then got hit by a truck for good measure. He looked so - well, fucked, so exhausted and vulnerable that George wanted to just wrap him up warm and kiss him all over.

“You okay, my love?” George whispered, tenderly brushing some of Kimi’s sweat-damp curls from his forehead.

“Uh-huh,” Kimi said between pants of breath. “I just… wow, I didn’t that it’d be so exhausting. Never felt so tired.”

Still so deep inside, George almost ‘aww’ed out loud at how cute Kimi looked and sounded. “Yeah, that’s understandable, angel,” he said, voice reverently soft as he ran his hands along Kimi’s sides. “The first time’s tiring. And you’ve had quite the strenuous day.”

After a few more moments of catching his breath, Kimi took in the mess he made. “Did- did you, uhm…” he trailed off, eyes averting George’s gaze, suddenly bashful after everything the two just did.

“Did I finish?” George suggested.

Kimi nodded, cutely shy.

“No, my love, I haven’t. Not for lack of enjoyment, believe me. I just don’t want to keep going and overwhelm you now that you’re done.”

Kimi wondered if there was some kind of kink for having a man be so caring and sweet and concerned about his wellbeing, automatically putting said wellbeing above his own need for release. Because fuck, was George’s tenderness only turning him on more, despite being so utterly spent. Maybe that was just… normal affection, and not a specific ‘thing.’ Kimi didn’t know. He didn’t know anything about any of this.

“You can keep going,” Kimi said, sounding sure of himself. “Please.”

“Thank you, Kimi, but it’s okay,” George cooed, fingertips caressing Kimi’s face and paying special attention to the bridge of his nose. “I really don’t need to-”

“But I want you to. I wanna make you feel like you made me feel, ‘cause it was really good, and…” Kimi’s voice dropped to a vulnerable whisper. “I don’t want this to end.”

For a second, George thought he could see sadness in those pleading eyes, and it was as if a mutual understanding passed over them. They were reminded that they were on very borrowed time, and they both knew it. They were reminded that, unfortunately, a world existed outside the sanctuary of Kimi’s bed, a world of problematic differences in age, and disapproving fathers, and career ending, maybe life ending scandals, and of endless complications.

But that was outside. Inside, they were safe. For now, at least. And for now, Kimi was looking at George with eyes that were begging for the older man to keep making love to him, even though he looked as tired as he’d ever been.

“Thank you, baby,” George whispered earnestly as he kissed Kimi’s cheek. He was thanking him for everything - the opportunity to do this in the first place, and the opportunity to keep going until he came. Because he truly wouldn’t have without Kimi telling him to.

Kimi knew this. It made him feel good. Almost powerful.

At George’s first thrust since Kimi came, Kimi felt it more intensely. It almost felt like too much, almost overstimulating, but Kimi welcomed it, welcomed the way the tiniest movement sent nigh overwhelming pleasure to every part of him, because it came from George. George, who looked so sexy above him, so strong and protective and devoted, looking at Kimi like he was the only thing that mattered, searching Kimi’s for any trace of discomfort, because he cared so deeply about Kimi’s pleasure.

“Is it-”

“It’s good,” Kimi said breathlessly. “Keep going. Please, George, please, I need you. I need you so bad…”

“Oh, fuck,” George said for the umpteenth time. Every time Kimi whined about needing him, George felt a primal urge to fulfill that need, to fill Kimi up the way he’d been fantasizing about and make Kimi feel good in the way the younger never had before, but had been more than deserving of.

George was more vocal now - plenty vocal, actually, his moans higher than usual as he chased release, but still being gentle.

“May I - mph, fuck - may I go faster? Please? I’ll still be gentle, sweet boy, I promise,” George said, honesty evident in his pleading voice.

Kimi needn’t think twice. Here he was, on his back, getting it within an inch of his life, and he still felt like he was the one in control of George’s pleasure, the driver pleading with him from his position above.

“Yes, George,” Kimi said, the words coming out as drawn-out moans. It felt different finally saying them out loud instead of whispering them against his pillow in the darkness of his room, rutting pitifully against his mattress as he dreamed of George - the man he had on posters in his room - finally taking him. “Wanna- wanna make you come.”

“Oh, beautiful,” George whined, throat tight. He’d never felt this needy before, not in all his years. He set a new pace - demanding, yet not too strenuous on Kimi, as George wouldn’t dare risk hurting him.

George knew he wouldn’t last much longer, embarrassing as it was. Every time he was fully inside Kimi, every time Kimi pulled him closer and moaned George’s name in that beautiful, breathless, accented voice, George thought that surely this would be it.

Kimi seemed to be enjoying it, too. 

“Aw, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you, angel?” George whispered, seemingly fascinated. “Wow, look at you. You recover so quick, such a good boy.”

As had been usual that night, those two words got Kimi extra riled. 

“George, please,” he cried, the words drawn out as his volume reached worrying levels again. Not that George cared much when he was cock deep in the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Here, baby, take my hands,” George ordered, voice firm but kind.

Kimi obeyed with ease, and the two had their fingers intertwined on the mattress, George pinning Kimi’s hands down for support. Kimi liked it. He liked it a lot, actually, George looming over him and having a vice grip on his hands.

“Come with me, okay baby?” George asked, voice getting shakier with each faster thrust. “Are you ready, love? Can you do that?”

Kimi was close, and it felt different than it had mere minutes ago. More all-consuming, like it would take more out of him. And he welcomed it.

“George, more, please mo- oh, fuck! It’s so good, George, please, George-!”

“So beautiful, so beautiful when you say my name like that. Yes, Kimi, come for me, baby. Come for George.”

Something about that commanding yet caring tone unravelled Kimi again, leaving him practically sobbing out George’s name as he climaxed again. It felt better this time, but produced barely any actual come, which made sense considering all he’d been through that night.

The last one had him feeling good, but now Kimi was essentially on another planet, still seeing stars and muttering Italian nonsense: “Ti amo… ti amo, George, ti amo…”, whatever that meant.

Not that George was able to hear Kimi’s beautiful Italian musings, as he was hearing the headboard of the hotel bed rhythmically thump against the wall, along with his own gasps and moans - louder than he usually was, but not the concerning levels of Kimi’s adorable cries. He knew to practice some restraint.

“Tha- thank you for letting me do this, Kimi,” George said breathlessly, trembling with closeness. “You’re even better than I imagined, baby, so beautiful… Fuck, I needed this so bad, been thinking about you for so long, my love. You’re the best, so good for me, my good boy… my… Kimi-”

“You’re so,” Kimi started in an equally breathless whimper, “so good to me. So good to me, George…”

George’s climax was somewhat quieter than Kimi’s, but no less intense, his strangled cry of Kimi’s name devolving into a euphoric, drawn out, high moan as the pleasure crashed over him and he felt himself finally come.

For a few moments, the two caught their shared, mixed breath. George came down sooner, still feeling the afterglow from the high of easliy the best sex of his life, but was coherent enough to refocus his attention to Kimi, vulnerable under him and fresh from climaxing who knows how many times tonight.

“George… I need…”

Kimi trailed off, endorphins clouding his brain to where he was feeling absolutely heavenly, but scrambling with his words. Luckily, George knew what he needed. Somehow, he knew.

“I know, baby. C’mere,” he said, going in to completely engulf Kimi’s slight frame in a bear hug, careful to disperse his weight so as to not crush the precious thing beneath him.

“So perfect,” George murmured, pressing a kiss to Kimi’s neck, savoring the sweet saltiness of his sweat. “You’re… bloody hell, Kimi, you’re amazing. So perfect. So good for me.”

They spent who knows how long like that, Kimi’s breath softening from its rapid cadence, with George happily muttering gentle praise while kissing Kimi’s neck - not sucking on the skin like before, but leaving long, reverent kisses that he hoped conveyed even an ounce of the desperation he felt for this boy.

George wanted to stay inside Kimi forever. Wanted to fall asleep just like this and wake up still sheathed inside this gorgeous, warm, inviting person. Yet, as much as he desperately craved that, to stay like this and conk out would be foregoing the best part.

Not wanting to crush the poor thing under his weight, George withdrew himself from being buried deep inside Kimi, his heart constricting at the tiny, barely-there whine it elicited from the now empty Kimi. 

Cooing at the cute noise, George rolled himself off Kimi, and laid down so that they were side by side on the bed.

He didn’t know for how long they spent there, each catching their own breath some more. George felt tired, boneless, and really didn’t want to move, but knew he had to in order to get Kimi cleaned up so they could cuddle.

George swung one long leg over the side of the bed, and was about to get up when he felt movement.

Kimi was sitting up, looking slightly more present but no less flushed and adorable as he reached out, stopping short of George’s wrist. “Wait-”

“I’m just getting a towel from the bathroom,” George immediately assured, his heart doing backflips at how Kimi’s expression reverted back to his earlier contentment. “So I can clean you up. I’m sorry, I probably should’ve said so. You seemed so out of it I half thought you’d fallen asleep already.”

Kimi chuckled, cheeks still rosy, as he laid the duvet over his lower half.

“Here, just… hang tight,” George started, making a show of tucking the blanket in around Kimi’s legs. “I’ll be right back, okay love? Won’t even know I’m gone.”

To emphasize his point, George daintily took Kimi’s hand by the fingers, bowing down and placing a kiss to the knuckles as he removed himself from the warm bed, maintaining reverent eye contact as he did so.

He chuckled at Kimi’s feeble attempt at a wolf whistle as he walked away.

In the restroom, George made quick work of disposing of the condom, procuring a towel, and giving the water time to warm up so it could be relaxing for Kimi.

Looking in the mirror, he found a thoroughly satisfied man, and couldn’t help but giggle quietly to himself, giddy and disbelieving. It felt surreal, and he couldn’t believe he had just done that. Couldn’t believe they had just done that.

Configuring himself so he could glance over his own shoulder in the mirror, he quickly checked and was extremely satisfied to find his back marred with red lines. Not a wild amount, just short segments of faint red - some higher up on his back, some lower, and some in between - that reminded him of his Kimi leaving them there.

He checked to see if the water was warm enough, careful to not be too hot, and set to dampening the towel like a man eager to get back to his beloved. His whole being - mind, body, soul - was itching for Kimi’s company, for Kimi’s hold, and every second he spent away from him he grew colder.

Needless to say, aftercare meant everything in the world to George. Sure, it was, as everything else, primarily for KImi’s sake, to be held and comforted as he came down from something so intimate, but damn if George didn’t need it too, damn if the act of having his lover laying on his chest after George made him feel good, looking up at George like he was the most important thing in the world, didn’t fulfill him more than the actual sex did. God, he needed Kimi.

As soon as possible, George left the bathroom with a warm, damp towel in hand. Kimi was adorably, unselfconsciously splayed on the bed, seemingly halfway to dreamland and partially covered with the blanket.

“Hey, you still with me, angel?” George asked as he joined Kimi on the bed, very lightly jostling his shoulder. The skin was still warm.

“Che co-” Kimi started, drearily blinknig himself back to reality and propping himself up on his elbows. “Oh. Yeah. I’m up. Just tired. But still up.”

“Sure,” George said with a disbelieving, but endeared eye roll. “Gonna clean you up, okay? The towel’s warm, it should feel nice.”

“You don’t have-”

“It’s an honor and a privilege,” George said gently. He didn’t care that the words were incredibly cheesy, because they were true.

George touched and caressed Kimi like he was a precious, glass-made thing that needed to be handled with the utmost care. Once the fluid that had been shot out over Kimi’s abdomen was wiped away, George used a clean part of the towel to give Kimi a few more tender caresses, all while looking at Kimi with a softness that suggested he wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

“‘S nice,” the Italian muttered, eyelids fluttering closed as he smiled faintly. He looked so young and delicate like this.

“Good,” George whispered in response. After a couple more moments, he haphazardly chucked the towel by the bed, careful not to drop it on the plushies Kimi had carefully and adorably placed on the floor - facing away, so as to not see their earlier activities.

George then got them both under the duvet, Kimi making the cutest little sounds as he adjusted to get comfortable.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet, love,” George said gently, reaching to the bedside table for the other plastic bag he placed there, bringing out a water bottle. “Gotta get you hydrated.”

“Huh?” a tired Kimi asked, sitting up. His normally unruly curls were even more tousled, flattened at the back of his head from lying down and being jostled around whenever George had thrust into him.

“You’re tired, baby. All that… physical exertion.”

“Ah, yes, all that lying there while you did all the work really took a lot out of me,” Kimi said, blushing and smiling cutely as his gaze avoided George’s eyes, as if nervous talking about this particular subject matter, even after all they’d just done with each other.

“Lying there and being perfect and beautiful takes a lot out of you,” replied George, the grin on his face making him look younger than his years as he opened the water bottle with ease and offered it to Kimi. “Drink.”

Kimi rolled his brown eyes playfully. “Yes, sir,” he said, and drank.

Suddenly, George felt heat coil in his stomach again and briefly considered another round. But this was the time to make sure Kimi was cared for properly, not to act on whatever accidental discovery George may or may not be having about himself at the moment.

“Good boy,” George whispered as Kimi gave the water bottle back to him. He took a couple sips himself, ignoring the super mature thoughts of how Kimi had just put his mouth on this bottle, so they were basically kissing. In a way. Kind of.

Setting the water bottle back on the night stand, he finally lied down, fully getting comfortable under the blanket and resting his head on the pillow with a relaxed ‘oof.’ Then, after… maybe a quarter of a second, his arms were looping around Kimi’s waist, pulling him in with desperate haste.

'Right where you belong,’ George thought darkly, holding Kimi so close that the boy had no choice but to practically lay on him.

Not that Kimi minded, all but purring as he tried to nuzzle into George, but unsure of how to position himself comfortably.

“Here,” George said helpfully, placing a large hand on Kimi’s thigh and moving it to rest across George’s pelvis with ease. “Like that. Comfy, love?”

“Mm-hmm,” Kimi muttered. He glanced up at George, as if asking for permission or looking for signs of discomfort, before plopping his cute head down on George’s chest, letting out another content little sound as he nuzzled his cheek closer against George’s skin.

The wave of contentment that washed over George as he finally - finally - had sweet, beautiful Kimi Wolff in his arms, warm and vulnerable and cuddled up to him after feeling good, was better than any sex or victory. He loosely looped his arms around Kimi’s neck, kissing the top of his head with pure affection, taking in the scent of his shampoo mixed with the sweat and sex that surely permeated the room by now.

George lost count of he amount of kisses he pressed to the top of Kimi’s head. “You okay?” he eventually asked, words muffled against Kimi’s now ragged curls. “In any pain?”

“I dunno, my… my body feels kinda weird, if that makes sense,” Kimi said with a little laugh against George’s skin, his accent a little thicker and no less devastating. He started absentmindedly tracing little patterns on George’s chest, and the tiny point of contact felt like it set George ablaze. “But, like, in a good way.”

His heart squeezed. Kimi was so inexperienced that he couldn’t word how he was feeling with anything other than ‘weird.’

“Long as you’re not sore or anything,” George said, resting his cheek against Kimi’s curls and moving so that he had one hand around Kimi’s waist, pressing them together, and the other caressed up and down Kimi’s smooth, soft thigh.

“Think I might be,” Kimi replied, with a cute little grunt as he shifted around a little. “Only a little. And I… I wouldn’t mind being reminded of this when I try to walk around tomorrow.”

Maybe George was reading too much into things, but those words felt so tender to him. 

George was drifting off to sleep against his will when he heard Kimi chuckle dreamily.

“I… I didn’t think it would actually work,” Kimi whispered, more to himself than George.

“What worked, love?”

Kimi turned so that he was still laying partially on George but facing the ceiling more, gazing up as he continued to catch his breath.

“For years, I’ve had… this plan. This really shitty plan that once I turned eighteen, I was gonna suddenly, magically turn all beautiful and sexy and then you’d have to finally notice me after years of just… being that awkward kid that hung around all the time. And-”

Kimi covered his face with his hands, and George knew he was blushing like crazy under there. “Gosh, this is so stupid!” he said through muffled giggles.

“No, c’mon!” George said through his own laughter, pulling Kimi’s hands away from his face. “C’mon, you gotta tell me.”

“So, like… Okay, it was supposed to be in Monaco. That first dinner since my birthday. I was gonna, like, somehow seduce you that very day, and you’d take me back to your place, and… And, uh, I was hoping you’d take my virginity. Just like tonight. And, well… a bunch of stuff after that, but that’s not important.”

Kimi decided it was best not to tell George the rest of that particular fantasy. How it ended years later with a ring on Kimi’s finger - sapphire rather than diamond, pretty without being flashy - and Kimi having to narrow down his growing number of last names. ‘I like Wolff-Russell - what do you think, hun?’

“I mean, hey, your little plan worked better than you thought. I didn’t take you to bed that night, but… bloody hell, it’s all I’ve been able to think about since then.”

“... I can’t believe I actually got you to look at me like that. Me, out of all the people you could have.”

“Look at you how, like you’re perfect? Like I can’t believe some boy from your cushy private school hasn’t scooped you up for himself yet?”

“Many have tried,” Kimi said smugly, stretching out his entire body with the newfound confidence of someone who had only just learned how sexy they could be, nearly hitting George in the face whilst doing so. “But I don’t like boys my age. They’re dumb.”

Looking like a cat who got the cream, Kimi returned to resting on his side, happily laying on George’s chest as his fingers resumed their mindless little patterns.

“And they wouldn’t be as sweet or as good to me as you,” Kimi continued. “It… it was good for you, too, right? I know I don’t really know how to do all this stuff…”

Removing his hand from Kimi’s thigh, he angled the younger’s head up to place a kiss on his forehead, tender and reverent. Then another, and another.

“You were incredible,” he whispered, drawing a line of kisses from Kimi’s forehead to his temple to the crown of his head and back and everywhere in between. “So amazing. So perfect for me. My God, Kimi…”

George’s praise continued until he heard Kimi let out what could only be described as a little hic.

Out of concern, George moved both his hands to Kimi’s face, small when encaged by George’s large hands and long fingers.

He took in Kimi’s face. Tears. Tears welling up in big brown eyes while his lower lip quivered ever so slightly. 

So beautiful even in distress.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” George asked, his tone so concerned and so painfully soft that it surprised even him, as he brushed his thumbs over Kimi’s cheeks, though the tears hadn’t fully sprung from the younger one’s eyes yet. “Was- was I too rough with you? Was this too much? Oh, Kimi, I’m so-”

George was on the verge of tearing up himself just from seeing his beloved in distress, but Kimi interrupted him.

“Happy tears,” he whispered, sniffling and rapidly blinking to dispel the tears occupying his eyes. “They’re happy tears, I promise. Dio, I’m sor-”

“Oh, honey,” George said, again engulfing Kimi in a tight embrace and letting his face rest in Kimi’s hair. “Nothing to be sorry for, love, nothing at all. It’s normal to get like this, especially after your first time. It’s intense, I know. Shh, shh…”

Kimi nuzzled against George and hugged him back with equal fervor. Though George couldn’t hear anything from Kimi besides his breathing, his slightly ragged breath suggested he was crying silently, if only a little. George held him through it, shushing and rocking and kissing him, content with the knowledge that these weren’t bad tears, and that Kimi felt safe and comfortable with him.

“You’re okay, right Kimi?” George asked when he noticed Kimi’s breathing had become more even. He half thought Kimi was asleep.

“Yeah,” Kimi said earnestly, turning a little and resting his chin on George’s chest to properly look up at the older man, the man he had just given everything to - his body, his innocence, his first time. He felt new. Different. “Perfectly okay.”

Kimi looked so pure, his big, trusting eyes seemingly boring into George’s soul, making the driver feel affectionate mixed with something more unwelcome. 

“Okay, just… wanted to be sure,” George started. “I- I know you’re young, and the first time’s always… Maybe someone your own age would’ve been more appropriate…”

Despire being the older, more experienced one, he felt insecure. Here was this amazing, sweet, brilliant boy, young and trusting, and much older George had bedded him. Oh, Kimi deserved better, deserved-

“Hey,” Kimi said, gently reaching out to gently rest a hand against George’s face. His hands were soft, uncalloused, the hands of a billionaire’s son who had never worked a day in his life. 

If it were up to George, Kimi would never need to work for anything. 

Kimi propped himself up a bit so he was looking down at George. Even in the hotel light, he looked like a Renaissance painter’s depiction of heaven, looking down at George with such naive, innocent trust as the hotel blanket pooled tantalizingly around his hips.

“I just had my first time, with a man who was gentle, and took care of me, and made sure I was comfortable though everything.”

Kimi’s hand went up to card through George’s hair. George thought he might die. And it would have been heavenly.

“A man that I’ve…” he trailed off. George got the feeling that what Kimi said next didn’t reach down to the true depths of his years-old feelings. “That I’ve wanted to have my first time with since I was fifteen and I first knew what a first time was. So no, no one would have been more appropriate, or fitting, or suited, or whatever.

Then, Kimi bent down and placed a kiss to the side of George’s neck. It was light and short, and George was so overwhelmed he had to flutter his eyes closed to take it in. All this time, he had fantasized about kissing Kimi and touching him and making him feel good, that to have Kimi offer George his affection felt like finally sinking his teeth into a fruit so forbidden George hadn’t dared to dream of it.

“I’m right where I want to be,” said Kimi, and the words sounded like the sweetest death sentence a man could get.

For the rest of the night, George willed himself to stay awake for as long as humanly possible. His phone rested on the bedside table with an alarm set to blare in a couple of hours, still in the dead of night. It broke George’s heart and almost drove him to tears to imagine Kimi waking up alone after his first time, but George needed to guarantee a walk of shame back to his room without anyone seeing, even any early riser who would be leaving at five or six to go on a morning run. Though, he doubted he’d be asleep when said alarm went off, as he wanted to lie awake and hold Kimi for as long as he could. He didn’t know if he’d ever get another opportunity to do this, didn’t know if he’d live long enough to once he inevitably got caught.

And get caught he would, he was sure of it. Kimi had put on a performance loud enough to be heard back in Italy - not that George had been the pinnacle of silence himself - let alone by their peers occupying the other rooms on this floor, surely. Logically, George knew, both during and after the act, that Kimi’s beautiful expressions of pleasure had doomed them both. But Kimi had made George’s previously mature, rational brain too fuzzy to focus on anything other than pleasing Kimi, and even now, he was still riding that high.

He knew tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow it would hit him: the full force of what he’d done, the innocence he’d corrupted, the trust he’d betrayed, the magnitude of how much pain he was in for when Toto inevitably tore him to pieces with his bare hands over what George had done to his little boy.

George kept waiting for the guilt to set in. For beloved Normal George to start kicking in and remind himself of what a wretched, predatory person he was, what he had taken from sweet Kimi, and how he was surely going to hell for this.

The nagging never came. It was a temporary armistice, he knew. He was still feeling all the happy, fluttery feelings that came from having the object of his desires warm in his arms, still carrying the glow from passionate lovemaking. Any thoughts about how wrong this was dissipated as quickly as they came, and George brushed them away with reminders that they were tomorrow’s problem.

He knew he’d be in for a mental beatdown tomorrow. The reminders of how vile he was had been constant and forceful when his problem was just looking at Kimi. Now that George had been inside him, had touched him all over, he’d be surprised if the self hatred he would surely wake up with tomorrow didn’t actually kill him.

That was tomorrow’s problem. For now, Kimi was breathing softly, small gusts of breath floating against George’s chest. He looked young as he rested, but George couldn’t even care, because Kimi also looked peaceful and sated and happy, and isn’t that all George wanted for him? If anything, he felt proud of Kimi’s state, that he had left Kimi feeling so satisfied and sleepy and cared for that he could drift off in George’s arms knowing he’d be kept safe there. It felt right.

For the first time in months, the voices in George’s head had nothing to say.