#BOTAPINTO !!!

[f1post]

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[eviezn]

we are so back

[maylovesf1]

The twins are back together 🙏🙏

[argentinagp]

magazines 2.0: franco colapinto + gabriel bortoleto for anonymous

[thirteenandten]

some of the replies and quotes on this tweet are SO disgusting. some of y'all LOVE to have an excuse to call latinamerican savages or to diminish their talents. i didn't see anyone make such a fuss when other european drivers made similar comments before. fuck you and your stupid ass narratives against latam drivers.

[kikitheaerialist]

Welcome back Cosmo and Wanda

[landoposition]

hand in shoulder. gabi's look at franco. abshehhshdhe yeah. yeah.

[team43]

give franco and gabriel A GUN

[teamrv]

writing a gabriel x franco fanfic is difficult because i'm 100% sure franco speaks in spanish, some words in "portuguese" to tease him and/or english to gabriel and gabriel answers in portuguese and/or english lol even throwing some words in spanish to mock him lol

[hungriestheidi]

10 + botapinto 😁

brargentina yaoi served fresh.

Franco is only ever available when he’s bored. 

A 2am ‘u up?’ text and a quizzical emoji, sometimes a kissy face, sometimes a devil. Gabriel considers ghosting him, but Franco sends a pic, shirtless in a bathroom with droplet stains all across the mirror. The waistband of his shorts dips below his adonis belt, a trail of hair getting lost in the nether. And Gabi is only a man…

wanna come over

The question should get a no for an answer. It’s tiring being the casual hook up, the one night stand for the boring weekends. But Gabi stares at the picture again, thinking of the warmth of his mouth, the hunger of his body. His cock twitches in sympathy and he texts ‘only if you pay the uber’. One e-transfer later and he’s pressing the little call up button to let Franco know he’s downstairs, a buzz, a door opening and then two flights of stairs. 

“What took you so long?” Franco asks as he opens the door, naked save for flimsy boxers and white ankle high socks. 

Gabi doesn’t have time to answer, the door closes behind him and Franco’s mouth is on him, a desperate chase of lips and tongue, a hand cradling his neck, another reaching for his ass. 

The zipper of his jeans falls and so do his pants with them, his underwear is already strained, and Franco makes him take off his shirt with nails that feel like knives at his back. 

“God you are so hot,” Franco says before he’s leaning in, dragging teeth down his chest, kissing, licking, biting every inch of skin he can find. Franco’s painfully hard, his erection rubbing against Gabi’s thigh. He’s so fucking desperate, it’d be sort of pathetic if Gabi wasn’t so fucking turned on by it. 

“Let me fuck your mouth,” he blurts out, breathless by the sight of Franco’s flushed chest. 

“Another day,” Franco winks, taking Gabriel’s hand “I already prepped, come on.” 

The bedroom smells of vanilla air freshener and axe deodorant. Franco pushes Gabi to the bed, shrugs off his underwear like it’s on fire and climbs over him.  

“Are you even clean?” Gabi asks. 

Franco looks at him with a frown, deeply offended. “I’m not a prostitute, mate,” mate… you are trying to ride my dick and you are calling me mate, alright. “I’m clean as a fucking plate, you could eat off my ass.”

Gabi grimaces. “I’d rather not.”

He rolls his eyes, fumbling diva catching his breath before a performance. “Shut the fuck up.” Franco places Gabriel’s hands on his waist before he settles in, hand reaching for Gabriel’s cock, guiding it into the heat of his puckered hole bit by bit. 

Every time they do this, Gabi wakes up feeling like the world's stupidest clown, honking nose and all. But this is all he ever wants, this warmth, Franco crying out his name as he bounces on his cock, desperate, wanton moans as precums leaks out of him. Gabi kisses his neck, the column of his throat, the scar across his collarbone, takes into his mouth the silver cross he always wears and sucks as he tries to jerk him off while Franco loses track of himself, mumbling and cursing and shouting. 

Gabi wonders how soundproof the walls are, how likely they are to get an angry neighbour pounding on their door, how likely someone is to be jealous, to want what he has now. He’ll regret it in the morning, but for now his lips part and his teeth sink into the junction where shoulder meets neck and Franco shouts, leaking all over Gabriel’s stomach. 

The bite was deep enough to draw blood. Gabi comes from the sight of it alone.

[eviezn]

It feels a bit weird to draw them so quickly...

[femmerrari]

VOLVIMOS MI GENTE🇦🇷🇧🇷

[argentinagp]

[kikitheaerialist]

Listen closely Alpine and Sauber pr teams, put Gabi and Franco together to do a game were they have to guess brazilian and argentinian slang, people (me) will love it.

Please do it soon, we have like 5 races before Flavio starts sacrificing his latino drivers again

[jullythevamp]

botapinto not doing good who is the ugly gringo cursing our boys 🤬