#i am sending you this in a germ-proof container along with some snackies and a warm tea of your choosing

[sebrrari]

YOU BASTARD !!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU !!!!BRING MARK INTO THIS!!!!!!!!!! dmaaged im damaged we gotta man down

bom what have you dONE (i mean i started it but know that i am partially blaming u)

(trans!seb/mark webber ficlet under the cut in which aston martin did the crop top debauchery instead of mclaren; content info under cut as well 😘)

mark's sitting on a stool getting mic'ed up for broadcast when he sees it - seb walking around in a ridiculous aston martin green crop top and his ever-present baggy shorts. he's being trailed by three cameras and seven team staff, so it's clearly for some kind of promo. that doesn't make it any less inconveniently sexy.

(content info: trans male character, slut shaming, rough sex, unprotected penetrative sex; unbeta'd and rushed as fuck so let's just take it all with a grain of salt 🥴)

by the time seb gets back to his driver's room after the session, there's a text from mark with two words: keep it.

easy enough. he bites the inside of his cheek, rolls his eyes, and stuffs the shirt into his bag.

when seb's finally released from debrief (late, as always; mostly his own fault, as always), he bikes over to the side entrance of mark's hotel and lets himself into the suite. mark's not there yet, so seb perches on the edge of the bed and shucks his sweater off. he's fiddling with the rainbow patch on the side of the vest when the door swings open and mark enters. he spots seb immediately, eyes narrowing.

he rakes his gaze over every inch of seb’s exposed skin - his toned arms, his pale, deceptively soft stomach, the gorgeous blonde hairs that dust his body. mark will never tire of sight, whether it’s in a tasteless, sexy crop top or pajamas - it’s the fact that it’s seb.

"mate," mark says. "what the fuck have you been wearing?"

seb looks at him innocently, raising an eyebrow. "what, you don't like it?"

mark crosses the room with quick strides, grabs seb by the sequined collar and scowls down at him.

"i didn't say that," mark growls, then pushes seb until his back hits the mattress. he makes quick work of both their clothes, save for the gaudy vest. but when seb starts wriggling his way up the bed and spreads his legs, mark stops him with a hand clenched high on his thigh.

"nah, babe," mark leers. "i wanna watch you do some work." seb can't hide the shivery thrill that rocks through him. he rolls to make room for mark on the bed, then straddles him and pouts until mark gives him a quick, biting kiss that goes straight to his cock.

seb sighs as he eases himself down onto mark's dick, his pussy opening up easily for him. he's so deep, so fast that it's right between pain and pleasure - his favorite line to toe with mark.

mark wastes no time in grabbing seb's hips to bounce him punishingly fast on his dick. his grip digs into a fading bruise on seb's hipbone - seb yelps and his cunt squeezes around mark's length.

"is there anyone in the paddock who didn't see you in that fucking shirt today? do you think they imagined you like this, sebi?" mark asks in a furious murmur. seb punches out a shocked noise at the thought, his dick swelling and his core tightening. mark hums and skirts his hands up until they're under the shirt, cupping seb's pecs and twisting his nipples.

"fuck, mark," seb cries out. "don't care about them."

"no?" mark prods. "then why did you walk around like that? just to cool yourself off? sure." mark digs his nails into the smooth skin of seb's chest and drags down to his stomach, making welts appear all the way down his skin to where his bush begins.

"you wanted them to see, huh?" mark coos meanly between filthy, hot slaps of their bodies meeting. he bends his knees to get more leverage, and seb moans deep in his throat and shakes his head wildly, but it's no use - mark presses on. "christ, you're a slut."

a sob catches in seb's throat and his eyes screw shut. the top is itching against his hot skin but he's so wound up it barely registers beneath the way he's prickling with need all over.

"knew it," mark smirks, his eyes blown near-black and his thrusts growing brutal and unforgiving. it's an onslaught that fills seb up and wrings him back out just as fast, like his body wants to take and give and take some more.

seb drops down onto all fours so he's hovering over mark, his ass out and his hair falling into his eyes. the change in angle makes it easier for mark to fuck up into his cunt just right, hitting where seb needs it. it's a rush of sensation that hooks around him and pulls until he's right on the edge.

"please, mark," seb sobs.

"yeah, alright," mark allows through gritted teeth. "go on, babe."

seb locks his right elbow and reaches his left hand down between his folds to gather their pre come on his fingers, uses it to ease the friction as he strokes his cock faster, pressing in harder and harder until it hurts. sensations clash in his gut until pleasure sublimates into bliss and he starts pulsing around mark and quaking.

mark keeps his pace up, slides into seb wet and fast. seb's panting and flushed from his face down his neck. the arm he's supporting himself with wobbles and threatens to give out - mark grunts and skims his hands up seb's body until they're under the vest again. he thumbs at seb's nipples and the thin scars just off to the side like he can pull the blush down to meet his fingers, then flexes his wrists and holds seb up from below by the chest.

the over-stimulation and the feeling of being at mark's mercy makes seb whine and squirm, and he lets out a high, reedy wail as he feels mark start to come inside him. seb rocks to grind back on mark's dick, rutting his slick cunt back and forth to make mark shake.

when he finally comes down, mark wraps his arms around seb's waist and pulls him down flush, chest to chest, the cheap material of the vest catching on their sweaty skin and fine hairs.

"so when you said keep it..." seb mumbles into mark's neck, catching his breath.

mark chuckles and pushes seb up so he can pull out delicately.

"oh yeah, you're keeping it," he answers. seb drops to the mattress and curls into mark's side. mark hums, bites seb’s shoulder gently just because he can, then starts pulling up the sheets around them. 

“you staying, baby?”

“yeah,” seb answers lazily, “spoon me.” 

mark does, happily. they have to send the vest to the cleaners - it's worth it.

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