A Sheep Can Never Be A Wolf
As always, click here for Master List of Fics.Title: A Sheep Can Never Be A Wolf
Characters: Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel
Rating: Black Flag
Summary: Sebastian wants to make it clear who's boss, but Dan has other ideas.
Warning: dom/sub undertones
Disclaimer: All in my head.
A/N: Written for Understeers Round02. Thanks to J for the beta-ing!
"What's this for?" Dan says when Seb discretely slips him a hotel key card.
"Team bonding exercise," Seb grins smugly, "Be there at 9pm."
When Dan shows up at Seb's door in his matching Red Bull t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he's not surprised to find Seb is the only one present. To be honest, he'd have been disappointed if it hadn't been the case.
"So what do you have in mind for team bonding?" Dan asks as he invites himself in and walks around the room, observing his surroundings. He knows the answer of course, but he's willing to play innocent long enough for Seb to make the first move. It comes quicker than he had anticipated, Seb walking up to him and grabbing hold of his shirt, pressing their lips hard together. Greedy. He's forceful, his tongue and teeth working hard to gain entry into Dan's mouth, and he wonders how much of it is Seb trying to get the upper hand and how much of it he actually craves. Dan finally gives in, parting his lips wider to let Seb taste him, let his tongue slide against his, his teeth nibble at his lips.
"Suck me," Seb demands, his face flushed from the kiss, his erection clear through his jeans. "Now." Impatient. Dan smiles at him and licks his lips, slowly, deliberately, before he gently bites on his bottom lip and he watches as Seb swallows hard, his face telling him all too clearly to hurry up. So Dan takes his time undoing Seb's belt, pulling it all the way out of the loops so Seb can feel the tug of it. He slides two fingers inside the waist band of Seb's jeans and boxer shorts, stroking the soft skin, dipping his hand further down until he feels the coarse hair against his fingers, then slides his hand out with a gentle pressure against Seb's body. He undoes the jeans, taking as much time as he can, then slides pants and underwear down Seb's legs until they pool at his feet, helping him step out of them.
Dan sits back on his heels, his hands gently caressing Seb's thighs, looking at the goods in front of him, and he can see Seb starting to squirm under his scrutiny, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers fidgeting nervously. "I don't have all night," Seb says, trying to sound assertive but managing only to sound desperate.
It makes Dan smile. He has all night. He cups Seb's arse, giving it an exploring squeeze before returning to his thighs, inching slowly towards Seb's crotch. "How do you want it?" Dan asks, lightly stroking Seb's hardening cock.
"In your mouth," Seb answers, not missing a beat. Dan supposes he should have expected that kind of answer. Diversion with humour: Seb's preferred interview tactic. But this isn't an interview, or maybe it is, but either way, it's not an answer Dan can accept.
"Tongue?" he asks, licking the underside of Seb's cock.
"Mmmh"
"Lips?" he says, kissing it sideways the way he'd suck on the side of dripping ice lolly.
"Ahhh, yes."
"Yes to what?"
"Both, yes to both."
"Teeth?" he adds.
"No! No teeth."
"Sure?" Dan says before taking all of Seb's length in his mouth, slowly letting it come out as his teeth gently graze against the sensitive skin.
"Ahhh fuck. Ja, teeth. All, just. Fuck, stop talking."
Dan chuckles and obeys, testing and teasing, feeling and watching the way Sebastian reacts to his touch. He likes it rougher than his last partner and Dan is looking forward to exploring just how far he can take that. Not today though, that'll be something for when Seb understands their roles, for when he's willing to drop this charade. Dan lets his mind focus on the current task, Seb's small moans arousing him, making him hard as he continues to suck on Seb's dick while he massages the soft skin of Seb's arse with his hands.
He can feel Seb's pleasure build, the way his breaths become shallow, how he tries to fuck his mouth harder, and Dan prolongs it, opting to still his tongue or even stop moving entirely until Seb regains control. Only then does Dan continue, tracing the flat curve of Seb's arse with one hand, letting a finger dip down the middle, pressing against sensitive skin, making Seb's hips jerk in response.
Dan idles his hand, drawing circles around the ring of muscles that pulses against his fingertip.
"I…uh..I've never…" Seb babbles with a strained voice, hands clamped on Dan's shoulders for support. Inexperienced.
"Just relax," Dan says, licking the tip of Seb's cock before he sucks on his own finger and it leaves his mouth with a string of saliva still attached.
"Where are you -"
"Trust me, Seb," Dan says evenly as he presses kisses on Seb's hip bones while gently pushing a finger in. Seb practically collapses on top of him, wrapping his arms around Dan's head, pulling him close, and Dan can feel him shake whenever he moves one, then two fingers.
"I want you," Seb whispers through bitten lips and it makes the sides of Dan's mouth curl up. He loves seeing Seb so undone, clinging to him and asking for more.
"I want to fuck you," Seb says a little louder and a little clearer, so Dan slowly slides his fingers out, letting his mouth trail at the same speed to the tip of Seb's cock until neither his fingers nor his lips are touching him. He'd love to finish off Seb right now and it'd be so easy, he's already teetering on the edge, but he wants to let Seb play things out, to understand what he really wants.
Dan gets up, happy to stretch his legs, and he reaches behind him, grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. He puts his hands in his pockets then, waiting to see what Seb's next instructions will be. He grins, loving the way Seb's eyes cover every inch of exposed skin while he licks his lips and strokes his cock. When Seb doesn't take the lead, Dan takes a step towards him before nodding down.
"Want to do the honours?" he asks rhetorically. Seb looks at him, a glint of hesitation in his eyes, but his hands move to Dan's belt and start undoing it. He struggles with the jeans buttons, but Dan waits patiently, tucking the wrapped condom in his palm before Seb pulls down his pants and underwear.
"Bed," Dan whispers against Seb's ear as he walks him backwards until he's sitting on the bed. "You look so fucking hot like this," Dan says at the sight of Seb sitting legs wide open on the edge of the bed, his cock at full attention. Seb blushes and looks away, hands fidgeting with the duvet. Insecure.
Dan unwraps the lubricated condom and unrolls it on Seb, pretending not to notice the sharp intakes of breath or the jerking motion of Seb's hips towards him. There's no way Seb will last more than a minute inside him, he's practically coming now. He doesn't mind though, this isn't about having marathon sex.
"What are you doing?" Seb asks as Dan straddles him. Dan smiles and takes Seb's middle finger in his mouth, shamelessly licking and sucking at it, and he's rewarded with beautiful noises from Seb.
"I'm letting you fuck me," he says, guiding Seb's slick finger to his hole, letting it and his own middle finger easily slide inside him. When he feels comfortable enough with the stretch, he pulls their fingers out and holds the base of Seb's cock.
"Ready?" he asks, and Seb answers with an eager nod. He angles himself and slides down on Seb, slowly easing into the fullness. Seb feels great inside of him, and he wishes this could last for hours, but he knows that's for another time, when they've built up to it, after he's taught Seb restraint and control. He moves slowly at first, letting Seb build up to his orgasm, but Seb wants none of it, his hands desperately clutching Dan's hips, begging for more depth, more speed, so Dan gives it to him. Seb wraps his arms around him, pulling him close as he comes, and the friction is enough to finish him off too, gluing them together.
"Don't leave," Seb says when Dan pulls away from him, and it's endearing, how young and vulnerable Seb looks, nothing like Sebastian the World Champion. It's a completely different side of him, and Dan feels so lucky to be able to see it because it's a side even Seb doesn't see.
"I'm not," he says. "Just getting something to clean us up."
Dan cleans them up with a wet towel then slides under the covers where Seb is already tucked in.
"Here," Dan says as he takes off a bracelet and places it around Seb's wrist, "so you think of me." Seb looks at it, rolling one of the black metallic beads between his fingers, and smiles.
"Thanks," he says, tucking himself closer against Dan's body. "It looks nice." Dan closes his eyes and hugs Seb closer to him. "You're mine," Seb whispers against his chest. Possessive.
If that's what you need, Dan thinks, his mind already drifting to their next encounter now that he's seen what Seb wants and what he needs. After all, no matter how hard it tries or how long it pretends, a sheep can never be a wolf.
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