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Carlos fucking hated Ferrari, with every fibre of his being.
His hatred went way beyond simple team rivalry; his hatred was rooted in the fact that they had maliciously, and without conscience, exploited his own naiveté.
While he had been building his name as a race engineer for Red Bull, Ferrari had dangled a lucrative and very tempting contract in front of him, which later turned out to be fake. When he had taken his eye off the Bull’s target for that figurative fraction of a second, Ferrari had struck. His distraction had cost them a championship, and he could never forgive them for that.
What he could do, however, was get his revenge.
Vengeance was sweet. Vengeance took the form of the laughably easy seduction, and highly enjoyable domination, of Ferrari’s star driver: their predestinato. Said ‘predestined’ was currently drooling all over himself, sandwiched between Carlos’ body and the wall of his driver’s room, his race suit round his ankles and his red fire proofs shoved aside just enough for Carlos to take ownership.
Charles gasped as Carlos pressed into him from behind, his cheek pushed rudely against the wall when Red Bull fingers tangled in his hair to hold him firmly in place. “Carlos,” his daintily accented voice was thick with lust, “Carlos, don’t.” Fingers tightened in his hair, and he moaned as the man behind him pushed deeper into his body, “I can’t get into a car like this.”
“Like what, Charles?” Carlos murmured hotly into his ear, “With your ass gaping open and my cum leaking out of you?” Charles groaned, and Carlos grinned darkly where the Monegasque couldn’t see, “Does your Ferrari cockpit have sensors for that?” He tightened his grip on the wrist that he’d pinned against the wall above Charles’ head and felt his grin widen even more when Charles pushed his exposed length against the cold plastic surface, slipping his free hand around to grasp Carlos’ hip closer to him while he fucked into him from behind.
God, Charles loved it when Carlos handled him like this.
Charles shuddered hard against him, coming against the wall, and Carlos pulled out before he could follow. Not giving the driver chance to collect his bearings, Carlos flipped him round, leaned him back against the wall, then pushed him to his knees before shoving his throbbing dick into his pliant, willing mouth. Carlos groaned and fisted a hand into Charles’ hair again as the younger man moaned around his length, submitting willingly to Carlos’ dominance, and as he looked down at his cock disappearing easily between Charles’ eager lips, he came with a low groan and a whisper of praise for his little red pet.
Carlos fucking hated Ferrari.