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don't know where to put my hands
don't know where to put my hands
Lando knew he should be grateful for having such an amazing boyfriend as Oscar. Even though clubs and parties weren't his style at all, he gave in to Lando's pleas, especially if it meant seeing him happy. Celebrating the end of their exams was the perfect excuse to insist on a night out.
The music thumped into the air from the moment they walked through the door, and Lando, excited, took Oscar's hand and led him to the center of the dance floor. The atmosphere vibrated with the energy of the night; the warmth of bodies and the smell of alcohol created an almost electric ambiance. Lando moved confidently to the rhythm of the music, each step an expression of pure joy. Oscar, though a bit out of his element, tried to keep up with him. Lando watched him with a smile on his face, loving how he looked under the dim lights of the dance floor.
“Are you having fun?” Lando asked, getting closer and wrapping his arms around Oscar's neck.
“Of course, I’m with you” Oscar replied, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m going to get something to drink, okay?” Lando's smile was all the answer he needed. Oscar stepped away, making his way through the crowd, hoping not to take too long to return quickly to his boyfriend.
While waiting at the bar, Oscar turned and froze at the sight of a scene unfolding a few meters away. Carlos was there, smiling with that carefree attitude he always had. The way he approached Lando and took him by the arm sent a whirlwind of jealousy and anger through Oscar. He knew what had happened between them, and he couldn't stand the idea of Carlos flirting with Lando like that.
Lando, unaware of the tension, smiled and chatted with Carlos, only increasing Oscar's frustration. He wasn't typically the jealous type; he understood the consequences of having such a handsome boyfriend and was used to the looks and sighs Lando drew as he passed by. He was grateful to have him all to himself. But with the Spanish guy, it was different… he knew how he had treated Lando, how he had taken advantage of his love several times, and it made him nauseous. It seemed he wanted to repeat the past because there he was, looking Lando up and down as if he wanted to devour him whole, his gaze moving from the open buttons of Lando's shirt to his lips.
When Carlos finally stepped away, Oscar took a deep breath and decided to approach his boyfriend from behind, placing one hand firmly on his waist and the other on his neck. His body pressed against Lando’s, feeling the heat intensify.
“If you keep doing that, you'll see what happens when we get home” Oscar murmured, his deep voice resonating in Lando's ear. A shiver ran down his body at those words, mixing excitement with a hint of fear.
“Doing what?” Lando asked, confused, feeling his heart race.
Oscar turned him with a decisive movement, standing just inches away, his eyebrows raised in a warning gesture. In that moment, Lando understood that everything he felt was jealousy, and even though he knew he shouldn't find it so attractive, seeing Oscar like this disarmed him. The way his hands gripped Lando's waist and the intensity of his gaze took his breath away.
“You know I don’t like what he did to you…” Oscar said, his voice softer now but still filled with emotion.
Lando felt a wave of affection. He leaned in closer, taking Oscar's face in his hands, seeking that connection only they shared. “He just came to ask how I was, Oscar. It doesn’t mean anything” he tried to reassure him, but he knew words weren't enough.
“To be so smart, sometimes you can be pretty dumb, Lando. Don’t you realize how he was looking at you?” Oscar said, his expression is still a mix of frustration and desire.
Lando bit his lip, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “But I’m with you now. Don’t you trust me?” he asked, searching for his gaze.
“I trust you, but not him” Oscar said, moving even closer, their faces almost touching. The tension felt like a taut string between them, and Lando could see the fire in Oscar's eyes. “I’m going to show you that what I have to offer is so much better.”
The music continued to play, but in that moment, all that mattered was the connection between them. With a decisive gesture, Oscar took Lando by the shirt, dragging him to a more secluded corner of the club, where the flashing lights barely reached, and the darkness became their best ally.
Oscar pushed Lando against the wall, one hand pressed against the surface while the other held his face. He looked at him with intensity and desire, his eyes alternating between Lando's and his lips. Gradually, Oscar closed the distance between them, their lips colliding in a kiss filled with need, desperate to show him everything he could give. Lando, lost in the moment, slid his hands to the back of Oscar’s neck, pulling him even closer, craving the taste of alcohol that lingered in their mouths.
The desperation and impatience were evident in the way they explored each other’s bodies. Lando buried his fingers in Oscar's hair, intensifying a kiss that was already fervent. Oscar’s hands left Lando's face to rest possessively on his waist, digging his fingers into his sides and pressing their bodies together until the distance between them vanished.
They broke apart briefly for air, their breaths ragged, and cheeks flushed, betraying their state. But soon, Oscar was kissing him again, this time on the neck, licking, biting, gently sucking on the spots he knew were most sensitive for Lando. A stifled moan almost escaped Lando's lips as he struggled to maintain his composure. At the same time, his hands slid unashamedly beneath Oscar’s shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin under his touch, rubbing his crotch against his leg.
Oscar's teeth grazed his lower lip gently, eliciting a soft sound from Lando. His boyfriend's hands traced the contours of his body with desire. Oscar pulled back for a moment, his eyes locked on Lando's, both breathless, panting heavily.
“Osc, can we please go home?” Lando moaned, his voice begging for more.
***
When they arrived at the apartment, the door closed with a dull thud, resonating in the intimate silence of the room. Oscar turned to Lando, his gaze filled with an intense mix of jealousy and desire. Without warning, he grabbed Lando roughly by the collar of his shirt, pinning him against the wall, just as they had moments earlier in the club. “I can’t believe Carlos had the nerve to approach you” he murmured, trailing kisses down Lando’s neck as he unbuttoned his shirt.
A shiver ran through Lando’s body. “Osc, it was just a chat…” he tried to calm him, but the intensity in Oscar’s eyes made him doubt.
“Do you know what I think?” Oscar said, his voice was low and grave. “I need to show you how much you’re worth. You deserve so much more than the scraps Carlos gave you.”
Lando swallowed hard, feeling the emotion vibrate between them. Oscar moved closer, his chest pressing against Lando’s. “I want you to feel what it’s like to be truly desired, to think only of me” he said, gently caressing Lando’s face, his eyes fixed on Lando’s lips.
The air grew thick with the tension surrounding them. Oscar leaned in, their lips barely grazing in a desperate kiss, while his hands explored his boyfriend's torso, fingers digging into his sides. Lando surrendered to the moment, feeling the warmth and passion in every movement of Oscar. When they broke apart, both were panting, and Lando saw the longing reflected in his boyfriend’s eyes. “I want more than a kiss” Oscar said, his voice trembling with desire.
He took Lando's hand and guided him to the bed, where the soft light of the lamp created an intimate atmosphere. Upon arriving, Oscar gently pushed him onto the bed, positioning himself over him, his knee between Lando’s legs, who looked at him with desire through his lashes, his shirt already open. Their lips met again with urgency, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance.
Oscar took Lando's wrists, holding them above his head. “Keep your hands there, my love. Can you do that for me?” he whispered between kisses, pressing Lando's wrists against the mattress, his knee brushing against the other’s groin. Lando felt a torrent of emotions; every movement and every word left him breathless. He could only nod and tremble under his touch, letting his vulnerability turn into power, feeling the connection between them grow stronger.
Oscar pulled back for a moment, searching for Lando's gaze. “I want you to know what you really mean to me,” he said before leaning in again, their bodies joining in a passionate dance that belonged only to them. He continued kissing Lando, each brush of their lips igniting a spark between them. The room was filled with an air of expectation, and Lando could feel the intensity of every moment.
“I want you to feel loved” Oscar whispered, his warm breath against Lando’s skin. “I want you to know that you’re mine.”
Lando responded with a soft nod, each word resonating in his heart. “I’m all yours, Osc.” he breathed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. The way Oscar looked at him, a mix of desire and protection, made him feel completely at home.
Gently, Oscar began to explore Lando's sides, his hands gliding down his back while his lips moved to his neck. Lando arched his back, seeking closer proximity to his boyfriend, craving something to rub against, letting out a soft sigh. Every touch was both tender and firm, as if Oscar wanted to imprint each moment into his memory. The room, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, seemed to come alive around them, their heavy breaths echoing in the intimate space.
Lando surrendered to the rush of emotions enveloping him. The blend of desire and tenderness in Oscar’s eyes made him feel like he was floating. “Osc…” he moaned, his voice barely a whisper as he sought his gaze.
Oscar lifted his eyes, burning with a fervor that made Lando feel more exposed than ever. “Tell me,” Oscar urged, leaning in closer, his lips grazing Lando’s skin as if every word were a shared secret.
“I want you to… I want you to show me everything,” Lando confessed, vulnerability and desire intertwining in his chest. “Everything you feel.”
Oscar smiled, a look filled with devotion and challenge. “You’re about to find out,” he murmured before capturing Lando’s lips in a fervent kiss. This time, the urgency was palpable, as if they were trying to erase every doubt and insecurity. Oscar’s hands moved to Lando's shirt collar, helping him sit up while they continued to kiss. With a sudden motion, he forced Lando to his knees in front of him. Lando’s mind raced, knowing exactly what he needed to do to help Oscar let go of his jealousy.
He settled between Oscar’s legs, desperately unbuttoning his jeans, his hands trembling with excitement. “Lando, no hands—put them behind your back” Oscar commanded, his voice authoritative as he leaned closer, pulling gently at the back of Lando’s hair to force him to look up. Lando could only nod and obey, starting to plant wet and messy kisses along the outline of Oscar’s erection through his pants. His heart raced, wishing time would freeze, hoping this moment would last forever. He finally unzipped Oscar’s pants with his teeth, who was a moaning mess, gazing at him with half-closed eyes. Oscar lifted his hips to help Lando slide down his pants, followed shortly by his underwear, his shirt coming off soon after. Lando could feel his own dick straining against the fabric of his own pants.
Lando would have loved to make Oscar beg, but he was too desperate and hungry to think about anything other than the fact that he already had his boyfriend’s cock in his mouth, his eyes closed as he tried to take in all its length.
“Ah, Lan, f-fuck” Oscar moaned, louder than Lando expected. The hand that still held the back of his hair tightened, causing him to moan with his mouth full of Oscar’s groin. He kept working, his only desire at that moment being to please his boyfriend. His lips and tongue were driving Oscar to the edge of ecstasy, a talented mouth that knew exactly what to do.
But suddenly, a tug on his hair pulled him away from Oscar, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. “Please, don’t close your eyes, Lan. If Carlos had the pleasure of being looked at through those eyelashes, I deserve it too, right?” Oscar pleaded; his eyes misty with pleasure. Lando felt like he could die right there, a shiver coursing through his body from head to toe.
“F-fuck, Osc, since when do you talk so much during sex?” Lando replied, breathless, his lips glistening with saliva and Oscar’s precum. But without waiting for a response, he turned his attention back to Oscar, licking up and down, trying to make the most of his skills without using his hands. He focused, even as Oscar’s cock hit the back of his throat, their moans filling the air. Oscar wanted to feel better than Carlos, and Lando was determined to show him that. He would do absolutely anything for him. Anything.
“L-Lando, fuck, you’re so hot, s-stop. Or I’m gonna cum right now” Oscar pleaded, grabbing Lando’s soft curls and pulling him away from his cock. Oscar was a whimpering mess, but suddenly he composed himself, looking at Lando with lust-filled eyes. He stood up and extended a hand to Lando, urging him to do the same. Oscar quickly caught his lips in a kiss much more desperate than before, flipping him around so Lando was against the bed.
As Oscar gently pushed him back, Lando settled into the bed, his feet still grazing the floor while Oscar looked down at him with eyes full of anticipation. Oscar leaned over him, his hands moving to the waistband of Lando’s pants, unbuttoning and stripping them off along with his underwear in a swift, desperate motion, shirt still on. “Look at you, you’re so beautiful” Oscar murmured, his eyes roaming Lando’s body with adoration. “Just for me.”
Lando smiled, feeling the warmth rise in his cheeks. He whispered an unintelligible response. Oscar leaned back down, capturing his lips once more, taking him on a whirlwind of sensations. Lando’s hands slid down Oscar’s torso, both forgetting the rules they had set at the beginning, exploring every muscle, every curve, as if he were learning a new language.
Oscar pulled his lips away just long enough to gaze deeply into Lando’s eyes. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll fuck you right now” he promised, his voice breathless, starting to trail kisses down Lando’s neck, each contact sending waves of pleasure through his body.
“I’d love that, Osc.”
The wet kisses soon turned into bites and sucks that began to move down his chest and down his abdomen, Oscar’s hands beginning to trace soft lines around Lando’s crotch, who was dying to feel something more than just a touch.
“Osc…” Lando moaned softly, feeling anxiety and excitement mix in his chest. Every kiss, every touch, was a promise of what was to come, and he was more than willing to let himself go. Oscar looked up, his eyes sparkling with a mix of tenderness and lust. “Oscar, I need you” Lando begged, not asking for anything, just his boyfriend’s hands on him or his cock inside him, anything would be enough to satisfy the hunger he had.
“If you want me so bad, Lan, you’ll have to ask better” Oscar asked in a demanding voice.
“Shit, Osc, please, fuck me ‘till I can only think of you.” Lando moaned desperately.
“That´s the plan” Oscar didn’t waste a second. He leaned over to the nightstand where they kept the lube and handed it to Lando. “Help me?” he asked while still holding his hand out in front of Lando, who got the message without further ado and began to lubricate Oscar’s fingers so he could prep him. He lifted one of his legs over his shoulders to have better access to Lando’s ass, two wet fingers pressed inside him without any resistance, earning a moan from Lando. Oscar was spreading his ass rougher and eager as usual, as much as he could, making Lando’s neglected dick twitch.
“Oh my- f-fuck, Oscar, jealousy really makes you hot, d-did you know that?” Lando joked between moans that escaped from his mouth without any control.
“Shut up” said the other as he pulled his fingers out of him and grabbed him by his hips. He grabbed the bottle of lube and covered his length with it, also making himself harder for Lando to enjoy. He began to press himself into inside Lando, who was already arching his back in pleasure. They both wanted this more than anything, Oscar wanted to fuck him until he forgot about everyone but him, and Lando loved how jealousy made him act more roughly, without thinking twice about what he did. Oscar was groaning aggressively while pounding into Lando, faster with each trust. Lando's vision was blurred by tears of pleasure when he took Oscar’s full length, moving his hips to the rhythm of his boyfriend so he could take him even deeper.
They were both moaning so loud they were sure the neighbors would file a complaint the next day, but that didn't matter now. Oscar let go of Lando's leg and leaned in to kiss him intensely and eagerly, their wet and swollen lips meeting in a heated dance. Oscar bit Lando's lip making him moan.
“T-tell me…” Oscar moaned, sinking even deeper in his boyfriend with erratic movements “Tell me I make you feel better than he ever did” he said, a mix of command and plea. It took Lando by surprise, but he didn’t hesitate for a second.
“Fuck, Osc, you’re the only one who can fuck me so good that it makes me forget about everything.” The speed of the thrusts increased more and more with each word, making it almost impossible for both to maintain a conversation. “Wanna cum, Osc, please, I need to”
“Then beg, say my name”
There was no time to think, Oscar’s authoritative and confident voice didn’t make him doubt what he had to do. Lando whimpered, clinging to Oscar’s shoulders, taking his face to moan on his lips. “Please Oscar, fuck me, I’m all yours, Oscar, please Oscar, Osc, no one will ever fuck me like you do, I’m yours, I love you” Lando moaned, practically without breathing or thinking about what he was doing, but sure he was going to worship and flatter Oscar as if his life depended on it.
Oscar didn’t need much more than that, pounding Lando as deep as he could while warping his boyfriend’s dick in his hand and it only took a couple of movements to bring Lando to the edge of his senses, with a high-pitched moan, cumming in his boyfriend’s hand and on his own abdomen. Oscar followed a few moments later; the feeling of being filled while his boyfriend’s hand was still holding his cock was something that had him on the verge of tears. “Fuck, Lando” he said with a loud moan as he pulled out from his boyfriend.
With trembling legs, Oscar settled in bed beside his boyfriend, their breaths still ragged as they tried to regain composure. He looked over at Lando, whose tousled curls framed his face in the most beautiful way. Turning to face him, gently caressed his cheek before planting a soft kiss on his lips.
“I love you so much, Lando” Oscar whispered, still catching his breath.
A wave of warmth flooded Lando's chest. “I love you too, Osc” he replied, his voice barely a whisper. The intensity of the moment left them both feeling vulnerable.
Oscar tenderly stroked Lando's hair, his fingers gliding through the curls. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern, as if each heartbeat was synced with Lando's well-being.
“Yeah, just... thinking about how amazing you are” Lando said, meeting his boyfriend's gaze. “And how good you fuck me when you're jealous, Osc. We should do that more often.” He said with excitement.
Oscar's cheeks flushed, the confidence he had built from the club to this moment slightly fading. “Oh, shut up, Lando.”
Lando chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection. “Seriously, though, it’s like you channel all that energy into something incredible. Just promise me you won’t let Carlos get under your skin like that again.”
Oscar sighed, looking away momentarily. “I know. It’s just... I hate the thought of you being with someone like him.”
“Hey, I’m all yours” Lando reassured, leaning in closer. “No one compares to you, Osc. You’ve got my heart.”
Oscar smiled, the tension easing from his shoulders. “You make it hard not to be protective.”
“That’s just because you care” Lando replied, brushing his fingers against Oscar's jaw. “And I love you for it.”
“Yeah, yeah” Oscar said, rolling his eyes playfully. “Just remember to remind me of that next time.”
“Count on it” Lando said, wrapping both with a blanket.