Ash_Fall
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“Here’s to the winner,” Oscar said, winking at him and holding his glass up.
“The fastest man on track,” Max added, grinning at him.
“The best ass in the place,” Oscar tacked on.
“And with a mouth that could—”
“Okay, okay, okay!” Charles laughed loudly, cutting them off before they got themselves in trouble.
OR: Why limit yourself to one boyfriend when you can have two? (The last installment of the lestappen+guest series and the long-awaited return of lestapstri. Charles wins in Monaco and in life.)
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- Part 5 of lestappen + guest
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“Charles,” Max said, his tone soft again and breaking Charles of his thoughts. “Please just ask me for whatever you want to ask me. You don’t have to keep explaining yourself.”
Charles laughed again, his cheeks bright red.
“Could I... sit on your cock for a little bit?”
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Max raced all over the world and was used to different climates. But there was something about Miami’s sticky, muggy, make-your-phone-screen-fog-up kind of scorching heat that made him feel fucking crazy.
It made him want to strip naked and jump in the bright blue water surrounding his hotel.
It made him want to fuck.
OR: Max and Charles hook up for the first time, and it's very different than what Max had pictured.
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“What’s up?” Max asked.
“Look, it’s like this...” Charles trailed off before deciding fuck it.
There was no point in beating around the bush, so to speak.
He was fully sending it toward a breakdown and needed something to pull him back from the ledge.
He came here for one reason and one reason only.
“I want you to fuck me.”
To Max’s credit, he didn’t even blink.
OR: The one where Charles asks Max to be mean to him and bed, and Max spends the entire time praising him instead. Oops.