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Max turns back to Carlos, a new eagerness about him, with a sharp sort of glint in his eye. “Can I show you something? I think you’ll appreciate it.”
Raising an eyebrow, Carlos nods slowly. A strange sense of unease descends over the table as Max taps around on his phone, smirking when he finds whatever he’s looking for. He lays it on the table and slides it across for Carlos to see.
Carlos’ eyes drop down… and promptly feels his stomach crawl up his throat.
“He looks so good like that, yeah?”
On the phone screen is a picture of Charles.
He’s naked.
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or: After his infamous road trip with Charles, Carlos is invited to dinner with Max. Turns out, Max is less interested in food, and more interested in making a point.Bookmarked by hotwater
09 Jan 2026
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Charles eagerly looks forward to his and Max's hump day movie night tradition. However, when Max is once again held up late at work due to his demanding father, Charles is frustrated and disappointed. Determined to salvage the evening, Charles surprises Max at his office with dinner. The visit evolves into an intimate encounter that reignites their passion, and reminds us why they chose hump day to be their movie night .
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08 Oct 2025
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“You know… Those posters for missing cats and dogs always include some sort of reward.”
“Are you asking me for money?” Charles asks, sounding utterly bewildered.
Max cackles loudly, and it comes out a little hysterical. “No, Charles. I meant—”
“Ah,” Charles says, and then, without any hesitation, drops to his knees between Max’s legs, hands reaching for his belt.
or; a fat tabby cat, a presumptuous bottom, a ski trip, and an endeared max verstappen.
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08 Oct 2025
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Charles' sexual encounters may be a little under-negotiated. Max wants to change things.
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Trainee sub Charles and soft Dom Max
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- Part 32 of Lestappen stories
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08 Oct 2025
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“Good evening. I’m Charles,” he offers his hand, which Max takes and for a second, Charles thinks he’s going to kiss the back of it. Some muscle spasms in the tight grip, rough velvet against soft skin. When Charles gets his hand back, it feels like he lost a finger or two in the fight.
“What’s your poison, Charles?” Max asks, settling on the barstool like it’s not designed to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world.
“Cyanide, usually. I’ll settle for a gin tonic for now.”
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Charles is a supermodel that has learned everything he needs to make his world turn. Now, he has no idea what Max Verstappen wants from him.
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24 May 2025