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Max Verstappen is a very simple man; there’s only a handful of things he enjoys aside from racing and being with his boyfriend tops said list very easily. Everything is a little special with his lover being added into the equation and even right now, something as simple as slumber feels extra good because Charles is in his arms, snoozing away. He needs his minimum 10 hours of rest. Who sleeps like that? If Max tried it, he would wake up with a headache, probably feeling more tired than rested.
Still, this quirky habit gives the Dutchman ample time to stare at his boyfriend’s sleeping face and form; it is a real treat to eye that relaxed face, his calm breathing, the flutter of his lashes, sometimes he scrunches his nose adorably, other times he mumbles some half hearted words.
Charles looks heaven sent both awake and asleep.
The only downside is their waking schedules are completely unsynced. Max would wake first and start his day, Charles a little later but with both their busy schedules, sometimes they barely see each other, most times they don’t even get to eat together. Even at night, Max is busy sim racing, Charles would play some piano or do some light exercise then he’s off to bed while Max is still streaming or working. It is almost crazy how they spend more time together at track than at home in the same living space.
This also means having sex is actually something difficult to plan unless it’s late into the night or they’ve cleared their schedules for a good fuck— just thinking about it makes Max’s cock twitch with interest, he tries to bubble it down but the last time he held Charles down and fucked him senseless feels too long ago (last week).
He slowly moves to hold Charles closer, snuggling the brunette in his arms, kind of hoping he’d wake up early so they can have some morning sex. Unfortunately, Charles is a deep sleeper so he barely registers the movements, continues sleeping away.
Max tugs the comforter away from their bodies, eyeing Charles’ modest wear of a large shirt and panties underneath while he thinks of not so modest thoughts. The Dutchman has half a heart to just shove his hand inside his boxers and masturbate but he also thinks that’s kinda fucked up because his lover is innnocently asleep. They should talk about this first. Max doesn't feel comfortable if they don’t talk about it and so, he rolls out of bed, covers Charles with the blanket again before rushing to the bathroom for a long cold shower.
-O-O-O-
“...I don’t understand.” Charles says flatly the following night when Max brings up a very specific sinful kink of his. “You want to… while I am asleep? But do we stop when I wake up?”
Clearly, he overestimates his ability to ‘wake up’ because Charles once slept through the fire alarm.
“I don’t think you will wake up so soon and we won’t stop.”
“...But… I don’t understand… I am… asleep?”
“Yes.”
“And you will be fucking me??”
“Yes.”
“Why is that good?????”
“Because I like that you trust me… that you’ll trust me with your body when your head isn’t awake. I could do anything and your body is mine to play with… I’ll take care of all your needs.” Max says with a smile, Charles looks at him with an eyebrow raised, suspicious of his intentions “I think I will wake up but… I am willing to try if it makes you happy.”
The Dutchman nods, moving swiftly to kiss Charles’ cheek. “It does. Thank you, baby.”
“Do we try tomorrow morning?”
“No, no. It will happen some other time… I don’t want you to expect anything.” Max says like he has it all planned out, Charles looks like he has more to say or at least more to ask but he just shrugs his shoulders and lays back on the bed, yawning as if the conversation never started in the first place.
-O-O-O-
A couple of weeks of pent-up sexual frustration, Max patiently waits like a stalking lion. Right after the race on Sunday, Charles is clearly tired out of his mind because he had to push that tractor up on the podium. It is a good weekend for both of them but the Monegasque can only manage a sleepy mumble of words before he plops on the bed and goes out like a bulb. Max joins him on the bed, cuddling the warm body and letting himself rest because there will be a long morning awaiting both of them…
When Max blinks his eyes open, he feels refreshed and new again; stretching out his limbs and popping a few of his joints. The Dutchman turns to his head to see his lover, it is still kind of dark outside, Charles is very deep in dreamland and though he could return back to sleep, Max finds himself unable to turn his sights away. He’s a hungry lion starving for meat and Charles happens to be a delectable selection.
The blonde slowly sits up and tugs the comforter away; Charles is in his large shirt again, no pants just panties and Max grabs the hem of the attire before lifting it up.
Black underwear today, he hooks his fingers on both sides before slowly dragging it down until it’s off Charles’ feet and thrown away to be forgotten.
Max stares at the view of Charles’ shaved and plump pussy in front of his eyes; his mouth waters and his cock strains in its confines. He licks his lips while pushing the other’s thighs apart, lowering himself until he’s breathing directly on it. Would Charles wake up? Maybe… Maybe not. The Dutchman takes a tentative swipe of his tongue, his lover barely stirs so he gets more bold, he sucks and wets the entirety with his saliva.
A few twitches here and there but otherwise obediently open and willing for him to play with. He lays numerous open kisses, tongue sliding in and out of his tight hole, flicking his sensitive clit until Charles’ body jerks with each lick. He may not know what Somnophilia is but his body is reacting wonderfully; already a pool of slick staining the sheets between his legs.
Doesn’t even need more lube, he gathers the sticky substance with a few rubs of his fingers around the folds before he slides two digits in. Charles’ body just twitches from the intrusion but he’s still breathing steadily, inside he’s all wet and relaxed. Max thrusts the fingers back in and out, slow at first to gauge the reaction but when he gets confident, he starts moving faster, stretching it out and making it even wetter.
He doesn’t know if he wants to fuck Charles slow and let his beautiful boy be asleep as long as possible or if he should slam his cock so far deep that Charles gets startled awake. Just imagining his confused lover staring at him has his cock leaking pre-cum.
Impatient, he pulls out his fingers and moves his body closer, hands parting lean thighs as he positions the head of his cock just nudging the slicked hole. He thrusts forward, sinking into the wet heat and then he stops, holding himself back to appreciate the view of Charles’ pussy opening up while he remains at peace in slumberland. After a few moments of silence, he continues and then stops. He breathes, calms himself, paces and then again. Again. Again. Again…until…
“Fuck…Charles….” the whisper is punched out of him when he’s fully inside his lover.
So open, relaxed and obedient. Max appreciates the warmth sucking heat, biting his own bottom lip to stay quiet. Who knew this would be the solution to their incompatible schedules? It feels like he’s using a life-like sex toy to get off. He misses the little sounds his lover makes but getting his pussy all to himself really gives him some kind of high like a drug. He sets the pace, he uses as he pleases and maybe on days where Charles is really tired, Max could probably fuck him, cum inside him and leave him to wake up and discover the mess all by himself.
The scenarios are endless, the more he thinks about it, the less he’s able to control himself. Still, he wants to savor this as much as he can. Very carefully, he fucks his lover slowly, literally dragging in and out by inch, memorizing the way Charles’ hole stretches around his cock and the wet squelching sound from each of it.
It goes on until the heat is unbearable, Max manages a final slow drag of his cock out but doesn’t think twice when he snaps his hips forward to fuck the entire length back in. With his roughness, it is inevitable that Charles wakes up so to make the most of it, Max fucks him hard and rough in successions.
“N-nghhmm–”
He hears the sharp intake of breath, sees the fluttering of lashes and the biggest blow, he feels the spasms and clenches around his cock. Suddenly, it feels tighter as Charles’ body goes rigid, waking up from his sleep to find his pussy stuffed full of cock.
“W…wha-t?” The confusion is almost comical, his tone so genuine and sincere.
It tilts Max over the edge so much that the blonde holds him down tightly and starts fucking into him harder than before. “Good boy. So open for me, so ready. So obedient… just look at your body taking it, squeezing me so perfectly. You’re perfect, Charlie. Beautiful. This is what you want … in your dreams, in your waking hours… This is what your body craves. Do you want to guess how long I’ve been fucking you before you woke up?”
No reply comes, just muddled words and broken whimpers. The only comment Charles is able to give is from his soaking wet pussy and the sloppy sounds that relay his true feelings on their sinful love making.
Max puts his weight into, grabbing and moving Charles’ limb like he’s a ragdoll because now he can fuck in a better position and it feels better too.
“Fuck… fuck! You want to wake up like this, Charlie? Every morning with my cock stuffed in your pretty pussy and you squeezing around me so tightly. This is my good morning isn’t it?”
“M-Max—” Charles’ hands come up to grab whatever he can, blunt nails squeezing into Max’s skin as tears start to form in his eyes.
“Don’t pass out on me, schatje… I’ll continue fucking you if you do.”
Was it a threat? A promise? Max doesn't know but hopefully some day he'll find out.
“Too… t-oo… much… oh fuck, Max….”
As if Charles is not overstimulated enough, Max’s hand sneaks up to the front, fingers rubbing Charles’ sensitive clit making him sob and shake, like he’s second away from just kicking the blonde off because it’s all too fucking much for him. The familiar way of his hole spasms and clenching tells Max he’s close, good, because it’s the same for him too. The last few thrusts are short and erratic, Max almost collapsing on his lover when he goes in for a strong kiss.
Charles moans into it, tears streaming down his cheeks when his body arches upwards, toes twisting in high pleasure when he finally squirts around the cock, soaking the bed with it. Max’s head whites out from his own ejaculation, this time he really falls on Charles, panting and heaving by his lover’s ear. He doesn’t know how much time has passed until he hears a whimper, “Max…D-don’t fall asleep…”
His voice is shaky, fucking adorable.
Max closes his eyes for a moment, thinking how lovely it’ll be if he falls asleep with his cock and cum inside Charles. What a fucking dream–
“..P-pull out…” Another tired whine wakes him back up from dozing off again.
He turns his head, lays a swift peck on Charles’ cheek before pushing himself up to give some space.
“You like waking up with your pussy filled?”
The brunette nods.
“Feels like a dream…”
Max smirks, “Close your eyes, baby… maybe you’ll wake up to another one.”