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I’m in love with drawing f1 racers, but idk what(who) to do next🫠🤧

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Marc and his various ship dynamics

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Lesson 93: Get to Know Your Bike

marcmarc (m) ~1.3k words

Ducati had gifted Marc the new Ducati Desmo450 MX, and what would Marc do if it is not inviting his bikefuckerlover boyfriend to train with him.

ao3 ver.

“You should come over sometime, train with me.” Marc had said.

Bez put his phone aside, switching his attention that was previously on it, to his boyfriend who was currently laying his head on his lap, giving him an invitation. They were in Bez’s motorhome, getting some rest after a chaotic weekend.

“The dirt track?” He simply asked, because he knew Marc’s plan for the break would at least include some off-road training. 

Marc nodded, “Mhm, if you want to of course.”

“Oh and Alex will not be there, he has plans with his girlfriend,” he continued before Bez even got the chance to process the first information, well with the second part added he was totally considering it, the yes of course I want to I have been waiting for this almost slipping out his tongue. Seeing Bez not responding, Marc continued again, “Ducati gifted me their newest MX bike for an ad so I thought the timing will be perfect,” he gave his most convincing smile. Though he didn’t have to do it because Bez would always say yes upon his lover’s invitations, especially the bike-related one. It was literally the reason behind them. The roaring of throttles, the smell of gasoline, the feeling of asphalt against their leather when they were elbow down on a corner, and especially the adrenaline that rushed over their body every time they fought on track, those were all things they lived, how they bonded over time. Which blossomed into much more things after, ones that zero cameras could see, leaving nothing for all the hungry journalists that are always waiting. 

Bez hummed, “Yeah I’ll go.” Marc beamed, revealing his wide smile, his white teeth visible.

“I’ll send you the date and location,” he pulled Bez down, noses touching, “I really can’t wait,” he kissed his cheek before letting go of the man. Marc leaped from his lap, quickly rushing to the door, “It’s a date then, see you!” Then Bez is met with the sound of a door slam, half confused. It seemed that Marc was very excited about it as much as he was.

That brings Marco Bezzecchi to today, somewhere in the middle of Spain. Marc had come over to pick him up at the place they had agreed on. As they entered the track’s gate, Bez took some time to admire the landscape of the place. When he turned around, Marc had appeared on his side again, with his gear on, helmet in hands.

“Follow me, I’m gonna show you the bike,” he said, excitement radiating in the air.

They stepped into the garage, the bold streaks of red immediately catching Bez’s sight. Marc wasn’t lying, this bike is indeed a work of art, a very sexy one at that. Noticing his boyfriend’s silent reaction, Marc diverted his attention back at him, “So?” he asked, the corner of his mouth curling up faintly.

“Ah, yeah she’s a beauty,” Bez cleared his throat, he’s looking at Marc awkwardly now.

Marc grabbed Bez’s hand to get him closer to the MX bike, “What are you waiting for? Let’s try it out.”

The next thing Bez knew his gear was already covered by dirt. They had done some laps around the track, with Marc in front of him, as Bez slowly adjusted to understand the layout better and better by each lap. He was about to take his helmet off before Marc stopped him to, “Keep it on.”

Confused with his lover’s intention, yet he obliged, waiting for him to continue, he took a step closer to see Marc better. From his eyes, he could tell that Marc is smiling, widely, like those times he went hunting other competitors in front of him, it sent chills all over Bez’s body. He looked over Marc’s shoulder, at the MX again, remembering how perfect Marc looked on it just minutes ago.

“I was thinking,” Marc started, taking Bez’s hands in his, as they stepped closer and closer to the bike.

“Mhm,” Bez nodded, his hands sitting on Marc's waist now, the tip of their helmets touching.

The man in front of him inhales, “Do you want to? Against her ?” Marc lowered his voice, whispering, his right hand stroking the bike’s seat slowly. Bez’s breath hitched, letting out a squeal, “Yes, yes please .” He swore, he could see Marc’s eyes glistened at his answer.

The gear they were wearing wasn’t helping at all (or was it?) He could see the tent forming under Marc’s riding pants already, well to be fair, the material had made it seem like he was parading it around. He gave it a trial grind against his own erection, creating a delicious sensation. Marc pressed more onto the friction, his hands now grabbing onto Bez’s ass, pushing their bodies closer, the bike behind him shaking slightly.

“Marc— Marc ,” Bez moaned under his breath, helmet bumping against Marc’s, his head overheating alongside it. He flipped him over, making Marc's body fall onto the seat. The older quickly pushed his ass out, trying to find that pleasure again, just to be stopped by the hands gripping harshly at his waist. Marc tried to look over his shoulder, but the helmet was restricting him, Bez saw him though, satisfied at Marc’s frustration. He pushed his clothed hard dick between the meat of Marc’s ass, rutting against him slowly, the feeling making him see stars. Marc looked perfect, he thought, him matching colors with the bike under, like they’re one whole entity, not Marc and the Desmo450 MX, separated. He couldn’t be more turned on than right now. Bez pushed him harder against the bike, causing Marc’s dick to get trapped between the bike and his body, bobbing up and down against the metal, sensitive. Marc's moans are getting louder, echoing in the room, he’s close.

He was about to reach his erection, but again Bez stopped him, “It’s unfair to her, no?” he took Marc’s hand in his, putting them on the seat instead, away from Marc’s lower body, making him whine in protest, upset, not getting what the younger meant by his sentence just now.

Bez bent his body over to be closer, so Marc would be able to hear him clearly, murmuring, “You shouldn’t use your hand, that’s not how you treat a lady nicely.” He is deep in this whole bike-fuckery thing isn’t he? Marc thought to himself. When he knew about the man naming all of his motorcycles, he didn’t expect it to reach this kind of a level, it seems that Marco Bezzecchi wasn’t joking when it comes to loving all his bikes. Add Marc being another thing, someone he loves, in the combination, it is deadly.

He decided to go along with his boyfriend’s game, playing into the scenario, he had stopped resisting. He would not lie, it is incredibly arousing when Bez just randomly decides to be demanding, taking control of the situation they’re both in. He closed his eyes, rutting between the red metal and Bez more, desperately wanting to come. 

The sudden pace change caught Bez off, pre-come had been leaving the tip of his cock, staining his boxers. He reached over to take Marc’s helmet off, then his, dropping them fast impatiently. He felt Marc’s hand trying to touch his, the one that’s sitting on his hip, as the man looked over his shoulder, “Marco.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head.

“Kiss me please,” Bez happily obliged, making their lips meet, tongue slipping in right after. Marc moaned around him, as the orgasm took over all parts of his body, his knees weakening, and he could feel a wet patch forming on his pants. They broke apart, catching their breath, with Marc facing Bez, leaning against the witness of their act, still shiny regardless of some dirt on its front and tires.

“Do you want me to..?” Marc started, pointing at Bez crotch.

The man turned red, embarrassment showing on his face, he brought his hand to cover his face, then Marc heard it, “You don’t have to,” he mumbled, Marc had almost missed it by how small Bez’s voice was, his lips curved into a smile.

“I guess we’re even then,” he left a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek, patting his head.

Doing another lap would not hurt, right?

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its insane what some of you would say over only a hottie poll lmao

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Marco Bezzecchi during the media scrum prior to the MotoGP of Czechia at Brno Circuit on July 17, 2025 (📸: Gold & Goose Photography/LAT Images)

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mandatory marcmarc posting

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marc loves his personal space. bez Also loves marc's personal space. ( twt )

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marcmarc – the last of the real ones

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mbez72 trinkets 🦂🩷 ( ig | twt | ref )

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RELEASE THE BEZZETITS CMON

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call the doctor asap 🫢

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please tell me i dont miss anyone this was confusing as fuck to make

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dumb and dumber

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pretty boy......

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cowbez! pt. 2