#sewonso

Sewis:

Okay, yeah.....so listen ---

I do enjoy some sewis once in a while, but it's not like I'm like 'completely crazy' over them.

They're okay. Let's leave it at that.

Ferwis:

Vettonso:

I mean 'they ruin each other's lives' in the best way possible 🤣🤣

Sewonso:

Lewis:

Fernando:

“You know,” Fernando says, closing the door behind him and pulling his race suit down around his hips. “I thought with you retired, I’d be seeing less of you.”

Lewis opens one eye, arms folded back behind his head, all stretched out in a long line of muscle and tattoos and jeans low on his hips. His shirt is rising up, strip of skin flashing. Fernando wants to shape his tongue flat along his stomach. “Your bed is very comfy in here, did you know that?”

Fernando rolls his eyes, toeing off his shoes. Lewis grumbles as Fernando shuffles him over, slipping a leg between his, hands curling under Lewis’s back in search of warmth.

The door opens, jacket unzipped, shoes being kicked off. “Fuck, I forgot how nice the biscuits are here. You never bring any home to me which is a very big red flag on your part, Alonso.”

Fernando groans, face buried into the side of Lewis’s neck. Lewis laughs beside him, “You’re spending way too much time with Mick, baby.”

Sebastian’s elbows are as bony as they used to be years ago when they first started this. Fernando tries kicking him away but Lewis just laughs harder, pulling Seb into the middle of them. Fernando retaliates by shoving his cold hands down Sebastian’s shirt instead. The bastard just moans, loud and obscene and overly exaggerated like those bad pornos Mark used to recommend.