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“I need touch I crave it” — Carlos Sainz x Male reader

Slightly smutty

Word count — 806

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Carlos and y/n stumbled into their shared apartment drunk and giggling plopping down on the couch with a thud. Carlos wrapped his arm around y/n’s shoulder pulling him against his side. Y/n was used to his friend being touchy like this. Carlos' desire to be touched and to touch amplified when he was drunk. Y/n didn’t fight it, he was touch starved and Carlos made it his mission to change that.

“I’m never drinking with you again” y/n to his friend who snorted at him.

“Yeah right” Carlos says laughing. Carlos continued laughing enjoying the way y/n leaned against him, head lolling on his chest as his alcohol-induced exhaustion began to set in.

Carlos wrapped both arms around Y/n pulling him fully into his lap. Carlos’ hands began to idly wander y/n’s body rubbing over his shoulders and down to his thighs.

Y/n was used to this by now - Carlos got needy when he was drunk and the more he drank, the more needy he got.

carlos's hands came to a rest on y/n's thighs, fingers tracing mindless shapes there, gently squeezing and caressing the skin and muscle beneath y/n’s jeans.

"you're very handsy when you're drunk," y/n muttered, trying to sound annoyed but the words fell through his lips more as a statement of fact. Y/n didn't mind it, at least he didn’t think he did. He hadn’t experienced a lot of touch and Carlos always took care to be gentle.

"can't help it,” Carlos said, words slurring together. “I need touch. I crave it ”

“you’re like a baby,” y/n teased, but it didn’t have much bite to it. Carlos pouted at y/n, his hands continuing to roam over y/n's body, slowly becoming more exploratory. Y/n shivered as Carlos' hands slid under his shirt, his fingertips tracing over the bare skin of y/n's stomach.

Y/n's breath hitched in his throat, his heart suddenly beating faster. What was happening? Why did this feel so different than Carlos' usual drunken affection? He tried to ignore the heat that pooled between his legs and the way his mind suddenly flickered with very non-friendship thoughts.

Carlos's lips were close to y/n's skin now, soft kisses and gentle bites being placed on y/n's throat. Y/n’s head fell back, eyes shut tightly, lost in the sensation of Carlos' hands and mouth on his body. Y/n's mind was spinning trying to process what was happening. He couldn’t stop the small moans and gasps that escaped as Carlos continued to gently mark y/n’s skin. The combination of the alcohol and carlos’ touch was making y/n feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Carlos’ hands found their way to y/n's hips, his grip firm as he pulled y/n flush against his body. Y/n could feel Carlos's hardness beneath him and he let out a soft whine. y/n was torn between wanting to pull back and keep a clear head and wanting Carlos to keep going, keep touching him.

Carlos let out a low growl as he lifted y/n’s shirt, revealing more bare skin for him to explore. Y/n’s skin was burning everywhere carlos touched, a deep heat pooling in his stomach. y/n was powerless to stop him, no longer even trying to fight the sensation.

Carlos's mouth moved back up to y/n's neck, sucking and biting as if trying to leave a claim on y/n’s skin. y/n’s hands tangled in carlos’ hair, holding him, silently encouraging him to continue his ministries.

“God, you're so pretty,'' Carlos muttered against y/n’s skin, words slurring together. “I have been wanting to get my hands on you for so long… i couldn't wait anymore.”

y/n’s heart thudded against his chest at those words. How long had Carlos wanted this? Why hadn’t he said something sooner?

Carlos's hands continued their journey, moving down to the front of y/n’s jeans. y/n’s head was still spinning, though a whirlwind as Carlos unbuttoned his pants. y/n’s breath caught in his throat, conflicted about whether he should stop this but then Carlos spoke again.

”I can't stop thinking about you… I want you so bad.”

Carlos's hand wrapped around y/n, stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxers. y/n’s head fell back against the couch, a moan spilling from his lips. His mind was a mess but his body was screaming for more, pleasure overriding any misgivings he had.

“touch me,” Carlos whispered.

y/n’s mind was swimming but he obeyed, his hand moving down to Carlos's jeans, fumbling with the buckle. The alcohol in his system made his fingers feel clumsy, his coordination sloppy but eventually he managed to undo carlos’ pants.

Carlos groaned when y/n’s hand made contact. He leaned his head against y/n’s collarbone, breathing heavily.

y/n’s hand moved up and down, stroking Carlos in firm, slow movements. Carlos's body was trembling with pleasure, his arms wrapped tightly around y/n, keeping him close.

”So good,” Carlos murmured. “just like that…”