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“Kimi,” Sebastian hisses, disbelief coloring his voice. The name is quickly followed by a tiny whimper and a gasp. He desperately tries to cover the embarrassing sounds with some light coughing, all the while glaring at Kimi as he shifts on his seat, electric pulses of pleasure attacking his nerve system.
And in any normal circumstances, Sebastian would happily welcome those sensations. Just not right before an interview on a freaking media day.
Another shudder goes through him, the vibrator in his hole pushing just right against his sweet spot, and Sebastian simply cannot believe Kimi. And he can’t believe himself either, that he agreed to do this. The night before Kimi had come up with the plan with such excitement that he didn’t have the heart to say no. And to be fair, the idea of getting hot and risky in public thrilled Seb too. But now he realizes that he’s made a big mistake; they should have discussed exactly when Kimi would control the damn thing buried in his ass.
“Kimi,” Sebastian tries to warn again, but it comes out as a half moan and he’s trying to be as quiet as he can. “What are you doing?”
The man next to him has a steely and distant look on his face, the one he usually has during interviews when he isn’t the one being asked the questions. Kimi sits on his chair slumped, his hands in his pockets and playing around with the buttons of the controller, completely unnoticed by the people around them.
“What?” Kimi says innocently. But the tiny smirk on his face gives him away. The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s thoroughly enjoying seeing Seb squirm.
Sebastian doesn’t get the chance to tell him to quit it because at that moment the interviewer comes back and starts with the questions.
Fifteen minutes later, the interview is over, leaving Sebastian red and embarrassed. He can tell the people around him are watching him suspiciously, probably wondering if he’s ok. Before anyone can ask, he gets up and flees the room, going to the bathroom where he tries to catch his breath.
He’s shaking, his cock has been drooling precome all throughout the interview. Reaching down, he gives his dick a few squeezes. He shudders at the contact, wishing he could do more than just relieve the tension a little bit, but he and Kimi are expected for a Grill the Grid in a minute.
Just when he thinks he’s calmed down enough, the vibrator starts buzzing again, making him cry out. He’s startled as the bathroom door suddenly opens and a hand covers his mouth to keep the moans in, but he breathes a sigh of relief once he sees who it is.
He’s met with a smiling Kimi whose eyes are twinkling with mirth, looking like he’s holding in his laughter. And while Seb wants to slap him, he needs Kimi to fuck him even more.
Before Seb can even say anything, Kimi grabs the lapels of his shirt to pull him closer, taking his mouth in a breathtaking kiss. The kind of filthy kiss that promises a very good time, the kind that would lead to hot steaming sex if they actually had the chance and time for it.
But they have neither and Kimi knows that all too well.
The man pulls back and gives the hard bulge in Seb’s pants a quick squeeze before he escapes the bathroom with a smirk thrown over his shoulder.
Seb actually wants to cry now. Kimi is so, so cruel.
He considers just taking the vibrator out. He’s all alone now anyway and he isn’t sure if he can take much more of this.
But just as he’s ready to move into one of the stalls to do so, his phone and the vibrator buzz at the same time. With a trembling hand, Seb gets his phone from his pocket, opening the message Kimi left him.
dont even think about taking it out.
Even though he’s furious with Kimi right now, he can’t help but smile too. Kimi just knows him too well.
~
At first, Kimi seems to show him mercy during the first few takes of the Grill the Grid. He leaves Seb be while the game gets explained and Seb is secretly relieved for it.
But the relief is short-lived.
As soon as the game starts, Kimi starts with his own game. The one where he presses the button of the vibrator every single time Seb reaches for the buzzer on the table before them.
He knows Sebastian is competitive as fuck and of course he wants to be the first to answer the questions they get. And since Kimi almost never wins these things - Sebastian is like a walking encyclopedia when it comes to Formula 1 - Kimi doesn’t even try, playing around with the little device in his pocket instead.
To Sebastian, it still comes as a shock when it happens though.
“Who was the runner up of the 2001 Formula 1 season?”
“Oh, I know this-“ Sebastian says excitedly, not giving Kimi any chance to react or even think at all, his hand already pushing on the buzzer. “It’s David Coultha—ahhh—rd!”
His voice breaks mid sentence as electricity shoots through him, the toy inside of him buzzing happily against that bundle of nerves that makes him tremble. Sebastian fights the urge to just moan out loud, biting his bottom lip hard as he throws a quick disbelieving glare Kimi’s way.
Not again.
For a brief second, Seb closes his eyes and tries to get his breathing under control. There’s no way he’s going to let Kimi win. Not at this game and not at whatever else he’s trying to achieve.
“That’s 3-0 for Sebastian. Kimi, you might know this question though. Name 5 Finnish Formula 1 drivers.”
Sebastian glances at Kimi and when he notices the Finn’s hand moving towards the buzzer, he quickly beats Kimi to it, almost slapping his hand away in his haste. Kimi retaliates instantly and this time he has zero mercy, turning the buzzing toy to the highest setting, making Sebastian almost jump from his seat.
Somehow, Sebastian manages to swallow the pathetic whine that wants to escape from his throat. Kimi is a mean ass motherfucker and Seb is apparently super naive. He totally should have seen that coming.
With difficulty, he’s able to list some of the driver names. “Uhm… Mika Häkkinen, Heikki Kovalainen, Keke Rosberg, Valtteri Bottas and uhm… uh…”
He pretends to not know the fifth one, just to fuck with Kimi for once, but it’s clearly not appreciated. Kimi chooses that moment to make the vibrator buzz again and Seb decides to squeak out, “ah, yes, how could I forget? Kimi Raïkkönen of course.”
Seb’s cock throbs painfully in his pants and he has to shift and cross his legs to try and hide it.
“Of course,” Kimi mumbles and when Seb glances at him, he sees that the man is smirking, amusement clear in his eyes.
The rest of the game is torture and at one point, when Kimi keeps attacking him with the highest setting after each correct answer from Seb, he decides to change tactics. Of course, he wants to win, but he isn’t sure he can keep this act up for much longer. His dick is leaking and his hole is twitching and it’s getting harder and harder to act normal and keep his noises in. So he just gives up, pretends he doesn’t know the answers anymore and lets Kimi score a few points.
For a few questions, it works.
But it must not have been a lot of fun for Kimi to win like this, so he changes tactics too. Whenever Seb doesn’t answer or pretends he doesn’t know, Kimi presses the button.
There’s really no way of winning from him.
It’s frustrating.
And he’s so goddamn horny.
~
After they’re finally done filming for the Grill the Grid episode, Kimi leaves him alone for a bit. To the point where Seb has almost forgotten about the vibrator, his cock even going soft for the first time in hours.
Sebastian is glad for it, because it’s lunchtime and it’s not like he doesn’t like to play around with food when it comes to sex, but he’d rather not do it in public.
Not noticing Kimi sneaking behind him in the line at the buffet, Sebastian is blissfully unaware as he starts to order what he wants.
“Can I have the salad, pl- ah!”
He almost jumps a foot into the air, his limbs spasming with the shock of the vibrations suddenly attacking his nerve system again. Whipping his neck around, he’s met with a smirking Kimi whose eyes are sparkling with mischief.
“You ok, Seb?” Kimi asks innocently before making eye contact with the lady behind the counter, smiling politely as his hand disappears into his pocket again, drumming out a rhythm with his thumb against the button.
It’s hard for Seb to stand still, almost dancing to Kimi’s tunes and it would be hilarious if he wasn’t so embarrassed and out of his mind with lust.
His cock is growing hard in his pants again and Seb feels sweat start to form on his upper lip. Without realizing he’s doing it, his tongue peeks out to lick his lip and Kimi’s eyes zero in on it, his gaze becoming dark and predatory, practically undressing Seb with his eyes. The look makes Seb shiver from head to toe, wishing so badly that they could be alone right now.
They’re staring at each other for another few seconds before the lady behind the counter scratches her throat and Sebastian shakingly snaps out of it. He quickly looks around the room and sees more people looking at them, but no one is suspicious, at least as far as Seb can tell. He figures they’re probably used to Kimi and Seb being weird with each other all the time. Even the random hand holding they did just a few podiums ago doesn’t raise any eyebrows anymore within Ferrari; they definitely have seen worse than that before.
Kimi stops long enough with the buzzing for Sebastian to continue his order and once they sit down with their food, Seb whispers desperately, “either you just fuck me in the bathrooms or you stop this madness right now. I can’t take much more, Kimi, please.”
Kimi just smiles sweetly at him. “You know I like it when you beg.”
Flushing red, Seb has to break eye contact for a moment or he’ll just burst into flames. But he’s done being the only flustered one. He leans in closer to Kimi, putting his mouth to his ear and whispers.
“If you fuck me right now, you know I’ll beg for your cock like a good boy. I’ll beg for your come to fill me up. I’ll do anything for you. Just please, Kimi.”
He draws back, watching with satisfaction how Kimi’s eyes went hazy and half lidded, his cheeks tinted pink. Seb sees the conflict within him, about ready to accept Seb’s offer as he adjusts himself in his red suit. But then the hand that was on his crotch just a second ago disappears into his pocket again and even though Seb knows it is coming, he’s still stifling a yelp and nearly spasming on his chair when the buzzing touches his core once again.
“Thanks Seb, but I’m pretty much enjoying myself here,” Kimi says cheekily as he takes a huge bite of his sandwich.
Seb rolls his eyes, about to take a bite too and stops short when Kimi warns him, “don’t choke.”
Seb ignores the warning and hates himself for it because as soon as he takes a bite Kimi turns on the device again, nearly choking Seb for real in the process.
~
When he and Kimi are heading towards the exit of the track, finally ready to go back to their hotel, Ted spots them and asks for a little interview. Seb can see that Kimi is ready to decline, so he jumps and says it’s fine, ‘of course they have time’, just to annoy Kimi. The glare he gets from the Finn just makes him smile, happy to get back at him a little.
After a couple of questions, Ted unknowingly starts something though.
“Alright, there’s been quite the buzz around Mercedes’ upgrade this week. What are your thoughts? Kimi?”
“Bwoah…” Kimi starts and then proceeds to answer the question half-mumbling. Sebastian smiles at him cheekily and Kimi squints his eyes at him, his hand casually going to his pocket and Seb immediately braces himself, knowing what’s coming. (It’s not him, unfortunately.)
With all his might, he tries to stop the embarrassing little squeak that threatens to escape, but it’s to no avail. Right when Kimi finishes his sentence, the buzzer inside of him attacks his sweet spot for the umpteenth time that day. And even though he should be used to it by now, it still doesn’t surprise him any less. A full body shudder goes through him as he muffles his noises.
He knows he’s not doing a good job of hiding; at the sound Ted’s eyes immediately find his own.
“Oh, are you ok there, Sebastian?”
Forcing himself to smile, Seb just nods politely, opting to not say anything right now in fear of moaning again. Ted looks at him with an eyebrow raised, almost as if he’s a bit concerned. It’s not the first time someone has looked at him like that today. Most people think he’s about to get sick; the full body shivers, the sweat and his red face making it seem like he’s got a fever.
And sure, Seb is feeling very feverish and hot but for completely different reasons.
When he sneaks in a look at Kimi, the man is grinning from ear to ear and Seb wants to hate him so much, but Kimi smiling like that only makes him weaker in the knees.
Ted seems to be oblivious to it all, petting Seb on the shoulder comfortingly as he asks his last question.
“Well Seb, other categories reported major vibrations on this track last week, how is the team planning to reduce them?”
The mean little chuckle from Kimi tells Sebastian that he caught up on it too and not a second later the device is being turned on once again. And after yet another humiliating moment of shuddering and whimpering, Seb rushes through the answer and then pulls Kimi by the shoulders, away from Ted and his cameraman.
“I swear to god Kimi, if you don’t get your dick inside of me as soon as we get to the hotel, I’m breaking up with you…”
Kimi has the audacity to laugh at him. “You’re not going to break up with me. You’re too much of a slut for my cock.” He says it with so much confidence, it’s infuriating.
Seb wants to argue but in the end, he pulls a face, knowing Kimi is right.
~
“Nnggghhh, Kimi,” Sebastian moans, his back pressed against the door with Kimi crowded all over him, lips attached to the sensitive part of Seb’s neck.
It’s been like that ever since they entered the hotel room, neither able to keep their hands to themselves. Seb’s are currently buried in Kimi’s hair, pressing those lips and teeth even closer to his skin, while Kimi’s are groping the soft flesh of Seb’s ass where the device has been happily buzzing for a while now.
Kimi’s pawing makes the vibrator press even more against his prostate and the feeling is dizzying. By now, Sebastian is almost overly sensitive, his cock leaking a steady dribble of precome for hours now. His underwear is absolutely soaked and it’s a miracle no one has been commenting on the wet spot in front of his trousers. He tried to hide it earlier, even put toilet paper on the head of his dick, but even that didn’t help.
He fumbles with Kimi’s pants, trying to get to his dick, wanting it inside of him so badly he’s afraid he’s going to explode.
Seb can hear the vibrations of Kimi’s chuckle against his neck and pulls back, watching the Finn with challenge in his eyes.
“I just thought we should take it slow and easy,” Kimi grins, “what’s five more minutes? You know it’s going to be worth it.”
“If you make me wait one more second, I’m honestly breaking up with you, Kimi.”
That just gives him another snort and smug grin from the other man. “Who’s going to fuck you then?”
Sebastian actually laughs at that, knowing Kimi is just teasing him, but two can play this game. And it’s time to actually move this along and Sebastian just knows what to say to make that happen.
“Trust me, there’s a waiting line…” he says suggestively. When Kimi raises an eyebrow and squints his eyes at him, Sebastian continues confidently. “I’m sure that if I call Jenson, Mark or Lewis, that they’ll do me any time I asked. Maybe even all three of them at the same time-“
He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence and he laughs with delight when Kimi picks him up and walks him over to the bed. It’s exactly what he hoped to accomplish when he gets thrown onto the mattress, Kimi climbing over him with blazing icy blue eyes, the jealousy and possessiveness burning in them.
“Maybe they can give you what you want,” Kimi grunts dangerously, “but they will never be able to give you what you need.”
And with that said, he rips Sebastian’s pants from his legs, along with his underwear and in one move also pushes his own trousers down, revealing his big delicious cock. Seb’s mouth waters at the sight but he doesn’t have time to admire it for too long. In a flash, Kimi pulls the vibrator out of Seb’s hole and throws it to the side. His big hands spread Seb’s thighs apart and before he even realizes what is happening, Kimi drives himself home to the hilt in such an unexpected move it makes Sebastian cry out.
It doesn’t hurt. Far from it. Seb has been held open by the vibrator all day, making sure to lube up the device every once in a while, so he’s wet enough too. It’s just the suddenness of it all. He’s been craving this feeling of being filled up all day and now that he’s finally having it, it’s kind of overwhelming. He can’t stop babbling and pleading.
“Oh my god, oh my god, please Kimi, I need-“
And Kimi was right earlier, no one else can give Seb what he needs, only Kimi. As soon as the words leaves Seb’s mouth, Kimi reads his mind and fucks him just a little harder, just a little deeper, touching his core with every deep thrust inside.
They’re both loud, the grunts and groans echoing off the walls, the sound of skin slapping almost deafening. But Seb loves it when Kimi is vocal too. He’s not completely mute during sex, he will grunt here and there, but it’s a rare occasion when he really lets himself go. Like now. He’s groaning up a storm into Seb’s ear, where he has buried his head in his neck once again, pumping his cock in and out in a brutal rhythm, his hands underneath Seb to hold his cheeks apart, making sure to go as deep as he possibly can.
“Oh god, you’re gonna make me come,” Seb keens, feeling the orgasm creeping up on him in the core of his body. He’s arching up to rock his own neglected and dribbling cock against Kimi’s stomach.
Grunting, Kimi hauls himself up and leans over Seb, still moving his hips and slamming inside of him. Their eyes are boring into each other, mouths slack with pleasure.
“Yeah, let’s come together, Sebi.”
Of all the edging, torturing and thrilling pleasure today, the nickname is what strangely throws him over the edge. Kimi’s staring is hypnotizing and Seb is unable to look away as his body convulses around Kimi’s still fucking cock. His hole clenches as the warmth of his orgasm washes over him, his limbs spasming and untouched cock spurting thick white all over his own belly.
Kimi follows immediately, his mouth falling open as he looks at Seb with half lidded eyes and Seb can feel his come pulsing deep inside, painting his walls and making everything sloppy as Kimi continues to thrust lazily, milking the pleasure for all its worth.
They both relax at the same time, Seb melting into the mattress like a starfish and Kimi slowly pulling out and collapsing next to his boyfriend. Seb glances a look at Kimi, who’s smiling goofily back at him.
“So, how did you like it? How are you feeling?”
Sebastian snorts, only one answer suitable.
“Oh Kimi, I’m fucking buzzing.”