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It was a bright day in Woking. The sun was up high, and there were clouds in the sky, not too many though, just the right amount to give enough space for the sky's radiant blue.
The McLaren Technology Centre was busy, bustling with its employees. From engineers to PR managers, everyone had work to do, including the drivers themselves.
Lando and Oscar were in the simulation room, taking turns to practice for the upcoming race.
It was currently Lando's turn on the sim; their next stop was Canada. It was known for having slow-speed corners and walls that were very close in many places, so you needed to get a good front-row spot if you wanted to be lucky, which is why practice was essential.
Oscar was standing by in the corner, his back leaning against the wall. He was wearing the McLaren polo shirt, classic black trousers, and a McLaren cap. He had one hand in his pocket while the other was busy scrolling on his phone.
You'd expect him to be doomscrolling on TikTok or Instagram like any other person would probably be doing, but no, he was doomscrolling on Twitter.
Unironically, it might be the worst place to doomscroll, especially if you're famous in one way or another, which Oscar technically is.
Twitter is a crazy place; it might as well be the right app for the deranged, the fake news that spreads, people overreacting over the simplest of things, the arguments that take place, which makes you feel like people here are filled with stupidity. So yeah, Twitter is very fun!
Oscar couldn't help it; he was sort of addicted, and one thing for sure is that he definitely didn't want to end up on Formula 1 Twitter. Sure, he gets random tweets about random shit on his timeline, but ever since he was that one tweet of someone using a clear HD GIF of Lando in a post-race interview where his skin was flushed, with a sheen layer of sweat on top, his lips a saturated red, and his eyes bright, twinkling from the lights, which made it look like there were actual stars in those sea-green orbs.
Right, getting back to the topic, he liked ONE TWEET about Lando on his burner account, and ever since then, he hadn't known peace. His timeline at first was mostly Lando-centric, half-filled with people in awe of his teammate, and the other half defending Lando. He also noticed how most of Lando's fans had beef with his fans, and well, Oscar himself.
He couldn't really blame them since it's normal to hate the person that their favourite driver was rivaling with, but he got nosy one day when people were arguing and discovered that 481's existed, people who liked both him and Lando.
At first, he was shocked, but as he dug deeper, he found out that many of them existed, people who defended both of them at the same time. He was grateful that such people existed, but found it kinda sad that they get bashed quite often by their respective fans. So his timeline shifted from Lando to both of them now, that wasn't any ordinary because oh boy, he had no idea what was in store for him.
Tweets about him and Lando were posted every other minute. Whenever the McLaren account posted a video of either of them, fans were quick to analyse it or gush about their relationship with each other, or just go batshit insane over it. He didn't really mind when he saw all of this; it amused him to see that fans could talk about them with such enthusiasm, making him smile when he was alone.
Today wasn't any other day, though; he was at work and had somehow been able to catch a few minutes for himself, to which he had to open Twitter and go through it like it was his daily newspaper.
There was discourse going on again, typical, Oscar thought to himself, but the topic? That's what widened his eyes.
"Lando is bottom! The only thing he tops is championship standings!" the tweet said, to which Oscar furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes squinting at the screen, making sure he read that right, but that's not all. There was a tweet quoting the original one.
"Top Lando solos," it said along with 4 pics of Lando. One was him wearing a grey shirt, the shot was focused on his biceps, the muscles flexing against the sleeve of his shirt. Then another, where Lando had a cap on backwards with his signature goatee, his jaw flexing while his arms were crossed on his chest. Additionally, the other two were a picture showing the silver lining of Lando's boxers, and another focused on his bulge.
Wait, Lando's dick was… big!?
The outline of it was painfully obvious; the way it strained against the fabric of his tight pants made Oscar's face flush in bewilderment. He had noticed a lot of things about Lando: his curls, which looked really soft, the two moles on his face, which made him recognisable, his contagious laughter, the tan that he was jealous of, and, not to mention, his beautiful sea-green eyes. He did notice people posting pictures of his bulge sometimes online, but didn't pay much mind to it until now.
His eyes quickly glanced up at Lando, who was still busy on the sim. He looked at Lando like he was a whole new man; he noticed how prominent his biceps were, the way his jaw tensed when he had to take a turn in a tricky corner, and his tongue peeking at the corner of his lip whenever he was in concentration. He even had the stupid cap on backwards
Oscar parted his lips as he could feel himself in his pants, shit, he was hard, and had no right doing so, especially in the place they were in; he had to distract himself.
Oh, and did it get worse. His timeline was filled with pictures of Lando. No, it wasn't just him looking like a top; it was also him looking like a bottom. Dainty pictures where Lando had a flower tucked behind his ear, or Lando staring up at someone with doe eyes, some showing a shot of his back, saying it was slimmer compared to other drivers, especially Oscar.
He entered new territory; this wasn't just about Lando anymore, this was about him as well.
Contrary to the topic of Lando being a top, people were debating whether Oscar was one as well. Pictures were filled with times when Oscar had looked his sexiest, a montage where he licked his lips, and not to mention his broad back. Damn, people really thirsted over him, huh?
Oscar was overwhelmed, but most of all confused about how he felt; Lando would either look like the sexiest man on Earth, or he would look like a brat that deserved to be spoiled in bed. He imagined Lando in both those scenarios, Lando bending Oscar over while he grabbed onto his hips with those abnormally large hands, or the fact that he could hear Lando whining and gasping in pleasure while Oscar had his way with him. Both these scenarios were incredibly tempting to the young man; he licked his lips as he was trying to quench his thirst.
Did he want to fuck Lando or did he want Lando to fuck him?
"Hello, Earth to Oscar! Hello hello hello—"
Oscar snapped back to reality as he blinked twice when he heard a voice ringing in his ear. It was Lando's.
"Mate, you good? You seemed lost in thought," he said with slight concern before he saw the glowing screen of Oscar's phone.
"Wa'tcha lookin' at lemme see," his voice curious as he peered over to see what Oscar was so busy with.
Oscar quickly turned his phone off and put it in his pocket before Lando could see what mess he was looking at, and it wasn't any mess that he'd want his teammate of 3 years to see.
"N-Nothing, just you know… memes on Instagram," Oscar said, trying to regain some composure.
"I don't think looking at memes on Instagram is supposed to make you hard, mate," he teased back.
Oscar's eyes widened, his eyebrows quickly shot up, causing his forehead to wrinkle. He looked down, noticed his hard-on, and immediately blushed in embarrassment.
"Lando, I swear this isn't what it looks like—" Oscar scrambled, trying to defend himself, curse this stupid organ.
"Then tell me what had you so interested in your phone," Lando leaned against the wall beside Oscar, folding his arms, which brought his biceps out again, god help Oscar.
"People were discussing on Twitter whether you were a top or bottom, and there were various pictures of you and—"
Lando burst into laughter, seeing Oscar so riled up over silly Twitter drama was something he definitely didn't expect from the other. Oscar was always known to be calm, stoic, and have his emotions in check. To see his mask finally crack? That gave Lando unexpected satisfaction.
Oscar just stood by as he saw the older man clutch his stomach as he laughed out loud to the point that he swore people could hear Lando from outside the room. His face was flushed with a pink hue across his cheeks and nose; he didn't know whether to be embarrassed or mad at Lando for laughing at his boner.
Lando finally stood up and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye before taking a deep breath.
"Mate, I can't believe you actually got hard after looking at a few pictures of me, I mean, I know I'm hot, but I didn't think you'd be into men, Oscar," he said slyly.
Oscar didn't think he'd be into men either, but his first-ever boy crush would possibly be Lando. Based on how he had been following Lando's career for a long time, he thought it was an obsession in terms of idolising him, not Oscar having romantic feelings towards him.
Now that he thought about it, maybe he did feel something more than platonic feelings for the older man, maybe his friend-crush in the beginning turned out to be an actual crush.
"Maybe I do now," Oscar muttered.
"Welcome to the club," Lando winked, which made Oscar blush even more. Wait a minute, Lando liked men, too?!
"You like men as well?" Oscar questioned softly.
"Yeah, I do," He replied as he grinned at Oscar cheekily before looking back down at Oscar's crotch.
"So, what are we going to do about that?" Lando added.
Oscar felt even more embarrassed; he was going to get a heart attack at the rate his heart was beating against his ribs.
"I— um— I'm not sure," he replied shyly.
Lando hummed in thought. He was drumming his fingers on his thigh, his lips pouted, showing that he was genuinely trying to think of a solution.
"Well, you can come over to my hotel room? Wanna go right now?" Lando asked promptly.
Oscar's eyes darted around Lando's face to see if he was actually serious, and the sincerity in Lando's expression said all that he needed to know; it made him feel giddy.
"Maybe later? I still want to go on the sim, and just because I got hard for you doesn't mean I don't want to beat you on track," Oscar said in a cocky tone.
Lando smirked. He looked Oscar up and down, then bit his lip in excitement.
"Alright, Mr. Piastri, I'll leave you to it and text the details later. Make sure to concentrate, wouldn't want you to crash," Lando teased. He got off the wall, and as he walked over, he spanked Oscar's ass and left.
Yeah, this was going to be one long afternoon for Oscar.
Oscar didn't think he would end up in Lando's hotel room, but he did.
He thought he could move on, and that his boner was something that happened in the heat of the moment, but no, it wasn't. He couldn't stop thinking about Lando, he couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like to be in the arms of Lando Norris, and neither could he stop thinking about what it would feel like to have Lando Norris in his arms as well.
So when Lando texted him the address and room number, he didn't hesitate to rush over.
He was sitting on the edge of the well-made bed as he fiddled with his fingers.
Lando was right across from him, pouring a bottle of "Jack Daniel" into two glasses.
The room had dim lighting; the curtains were mostly closed except for the night city light peeking through the window, and the room was mostly neat and tidy except for the pile of clothes in the corner.
Lando handed Oscar the glass before he sat on the bed next to him. There was an awkward silence for about a minute before Lando spoke.
"Have you ever done it with a guy before?"
Oscar stilled, fuck, he completely forgot that he technically had no experience in gay sex.
He wasn't a virgin; he had some experience in sex, like the basics, for example, but never thought much beyond it, until now.
"No, I haven't," he admitted.
"You have fucked your ex before, right?"
"Of course I did, Lando, is that even a question?"
"Had to make sure you weren't a virgin."
"Do I look like one?!"
"Kinda."
Oscar narrowed his eyes. Lando giggled at his expression as he took a sip of his drink. Oscar really couldn't be mad at the older man when he giggled like that. He shook his head in amusement before taking a sip as well.
"Did you?" Oscar asked back.
"I did," he replied.
Oscar nodded at his answer. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel jealous, and he didn't have any right to anyway. It's not like him, and Lando were even dating in the first place.
"With who?… If you don't mind me asking," his voice was quiet.
Lando didn't reply immediately; he looked away from Oscar, his thumb was tracing the rim of the glass as he contemplated in thought.
"Um… with Carlos," he spoke hesitantly.
The younger man was shocked, but barely showed it on his face; instead, his lips were pursed, and his eyes widened slightly, but not enough to make it obvious, and he held his glass tighter.
There was more silence between them. Lando took it as a sign to continue.
"I mean, it wasn't just him; we were off and on, and it was temporary until he moved teams, but it was mostly just random flings," he explained.
Oscar just nodded his head as he listened. Lando really thought that would make things better, but all it did was make the other man's jealousy worse. When Lando heard no response, he cleared his throat before he broke the silence.
"Did you discover your attraction to guys recently or?…" Lando asked.
Oscar felt shy now. Should he admit it? Should he tell Lando that he had had a feeling ever since he was young, and that Lando was probably his gay awakening?
"I think you made me realise I like men," he said softly.
Lando immediately turned his head toward Oscar, his sea-green eyes piercing through Oscar's soul as he spoke.
"Are you serious?!" he exclaimed.
Oscar didn't answer, he just nodded as he stared at the honey coloured liquid in his glass.
"I don't even know what to say," Lando said as he ran his hand through his hair, messing his curls up even more. "I mean, I'm honored, but wow, I didn't expect this from you?" he chuckled.
"I know it sounds pathetic—"
"No, it's not," Lando quickly interrupted. He put his hand on Oscar's shoulder and squeezed it in reassurance.
Oscar finally looked back at Lando, his dark brown eyes slightly glassy as he stared back into Lando's own sea-green orbs.
"I'm glad I could help you discover yourself, mate," Lando said softly as he smiled, his thumb caressing Oscar's shoulder through his maroon shirt.
"Yeah, me too," he muttered before his eyes dropped down to Lando's lips.
Lando noticed where Oscar was looking and smirked before he chugged down his drink. He got off the bed, put the glass on the table, went back to Oscar, and took his barely finished drink and did the same.
He then leaned down, cupping Oscar's face. Oscar was looking up at him with those doe eyes. He stroked his thumb on the younger man's cheek, which seemed to bloom with blush. Oscar's lips even parted slightly in impatience.
Before Lando could think any further, he kissed Oscar. It was slow and gentle at first, like he was testing the waters.
Oscar's hands rose. It was awkward; he didn't know whether he should grab onto Lando and pull him closer, should he grab his hips? or his waist? cup his face back?
Lando pulled back, which made Oscar whimper a bit in disappointment.
"Why are you not kissing me back? Did you not like it?" Lando asked, his voice dripping with concern.
"No, no, no, I'm sorry, my body just froze up—"
"No, it's ok if you didn't. I see how it is," Lando said, looking away from Oscar as he bit his lip.
Oscar couldn't bear to see Lando look this dejected. No, he wasn't going to let his hesitation ruin this moment between them. He grabbed Lando's face and then crashed his lips with the other man.
This time, it wasn't gentle; Oscar's lip moved ferociously over Lando's while Lando tried to keep up with him. Oscar's hands trailed down from Lando's face to his chest, then to his waist, and held him there.
Lando decided to deepen the kiss even further by licking Oscar's bottom lip, which made Oscar gasp in shock. Lando smirked and then dipped his tongue into Oscar's mouth.
Knowing Oscar, he isn't one to back down from a challenge, so he tried to assert his dominance by fighting back. His tongue was now tangled with Lando's; it was either a rhythmic cadence or a clash of swords between the two men.
Lando's kisses went to Oscar's chin, where he could feel a slight stubble on it, down to his broad neck, where he desperately wanted to leave a hickey, but he knew he shouldn't, so he settled for light nips and small pecks. Oscar wanted to moan; each kiss that Lando gave him felt like a blessing, and it made him harder by the second.
Finally, Lando knelt between Oscar's thighs. He then noticed the tent of Oscar's pants and giggled to himself before he lifted the hem of Oscar's shirt, finding the button of his trousers. He unbuttoned it swiftly, then pulled the zip down, and he tugged the pants until it was on the floor, revealing Oscar's black boxers and the damp patch in between.
Lando tugged at the waistband while looking up at Oscar from below. God, Oscar could just cum from the sight itself; his dick was aching and desperate for release.
If Oscar told his 18-year-old self that he had the Lando Norris on his knees in front of him, he'd probably cry tears of joy.
Oscar finally nodded, and Lando hooked his fingers and brought the boxers down, joining the younger man's trousers. His dick stood up, and the tip was leaking with precum; the head was an angry red that was desperate for attention.
Lando swallowed as he saw how hard Oscar was for him, which made him feel even harder himself.
He leaned in and then licked a long stripe over the length of Oscar's cock, Oscar had to stifle a moan from how good that felt.
He then swirled his tongue on the head of Oscar's cock, licking up all the precum that was dripping from it. He was teasing Oscar, and it made the other man go absolutely insane.
"Lan, if you don't—" Oscar gasped.
Lando immediately took the entire length in his mouth until the head reached the back of his throat, and then he started to bob his head up and down Oscar's length.
Oscar felt like he was in heaven; the warmth of Lando's mouth made him feel ecstatic, like he was ready to cum from that itself. God, he was so pent up.
"Lan, go faster, please," he whined.
Lando followed his command and bobbed his head faster on Oscar's cock. He decided to stimulate him some more by stoking his length while doing so, and using his other hand to hold his scrotum.
Oscar cried in pleasure. That's it, he needed to release now, or he'd physically combust from the pain of being on edge for so long.
He grabbed onto Lando's curls, which were soft and moist—probably from the gel, and pulled his head down harder onto his cock while he started to add his own thrusts to the mix.
Lando gagged when Oscar started to thrust into his throat, but he took it obediently and let Oscar fuck his mouth while gripping onto the other man's thighs.
Oscar continued to fuck his mouth, but this time, it was a bit faster, not enough to hurt Lando but just enough to get him to the edge.
"Lan, I'm so close—can I? Please," Oscar said, his voice ragged.
Lando didn't speak; he just looked up at him, his eyes wet, and a few tears had already streamed down his face. He nodded to the best of his ability as a way to convey "Go on, I'm here for you." Oscar thought he was absolutely beautiful.
He did a final few thrusts before he came at the back of Lando's throat, causing Lando to swallow all of his semen down.
Oscar finally retracted his length from Lando's mouth with a small "pop" and caressed the cheek of the man kneeling before him.
"You okay? I hope I didn't hurt you. I just got so caught up in the moment," Oscar said apologetically.
"Oscar, it's fine, I promise," Lando replied, his voice hoarse from the way Oscar had fucked his throat a minute ago. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand; the taste of Oscar was still remnant on his tongue.
Oscar nodded before letting go. Lando got up and went over to the bedside table. He opened one of the drawers and fetched a box of condoms and lube, and put them on the bed beside Oscar.
Oscar noticed this and thought: Damn, they really weren't stopping here, were they?
Lando stood in front of him. He lifted his white shirt and took it off, revealing his tanned skin and his slightly toned abs. He then went toward Oscar, tugging at his maroon shirt, and said, "Off."
Oscar obeyed, taking his shirt off as well, and threw it to the side. God, he was really pale, Lando thought.
Lando then proceeded to take off his pants and boxers. He didn't do this normally, though; he took his sweet time, like he wanted to present himself seductively to Oscar.
Oscar felt watching Lando strip was more pornographic than him fucking the Older man's throat.
"Tell me, Oscar, have you ever had someone ride you?" He asked as he sauntered toward him.
Oscar shook his head vehemently, and Lando laughed softly at his reaction.
"Well, consider me your first, then," Lando said cheekily as he unscrewed the cap of the lube bottle before taking some of it onto his fingers.
Lando then looked at Oscar and then down at his softened length, a silent question on whether he could. Oscar nodded softly while he braced himself for this new experience.
Lando wrapped his arm around Oscar's length and slicked his dick up carefully. Oscar whimpered softly as he felt it. How on Earth did Lando's hands perfectly wrap around his dick? He was getting hard again from seeing the way Lando stroked him with his big hands.
He pulled his hand away, making Oscar frown, and then slid the condom on the top of the head, but before he could even speak, Lando climbed onto his lap.
Lando tried to steady himself as he grabbed onto Oscar's strong shoulders, his legs on either side of Oscar's thighs as he positioned himself above him. Oscar helped by placing his hands on Lando's hips.
"Osc, you ready?" Lando asked.
Oscar nodded, he couldn't believe that Lando was on his lap now, ohymygodholyshit—
Lando then slowly sank himself on Oscar's length, taking every inch of his length and girth inside him,
Oscar groaned at how tight Lando was around him. He wanted to move; he wanted to take him, but he patiently waited until Lando adjusted to his size.
Then Lando moved; he lifted himself, then brought himself back down, trying to find the right tempo before he continued to go even faster.
Oscar's hands went down from Lando's hips to the globes of his ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he kept bouncing on top of him.
Lando was a vision; his eyes were closed in pleasure, his mouth was parted as he moaned freely from the way Oscar's dick was hitting his prostate each time, his torso was sweaty, but it was glistening because of the light, his abdomen flexed slightly every time he moved, and his nails were digging into Oscar's shoulders.
Oscar stared at Lando's chest as it was heaving, especially at his nipples. He wondered what it would be like to taste them. So he closed his mouth around one nub and sucked on it, and gave them exploratory licks. Lando's hands immediately grabbed onto Oscar's hair to bring him closer, as he kept bouncing on his cock.
"Osc, are you close? Because I am," Lando said out of breath.
Oscar pulled his mouth away from Lando's bud, his lips slightly swollen and his eyes dazed, before he nodded.
Lando went faster, bouncing on top of him with sheer force as he tried to reach his orgasm. Oscar could feel himself getting closer as well. He drove upward thrusts against Lando, which made them both moan at the sensation.
At once, they both came, Lando's dick painted white stripes against Oscar's abdomen, while the other had come in the condom that he had put on him.
Both of their chests heaved heavily as they caught their breath
"Was that good, Osc?" Lando asked raggedly as he stroked the scars that his nails left on Oscar's shoulders, trying to soothe them.
"Mhm, it was," he replied quietly as he tried to gain some semblance.
"You think you can handle a bit more for me, baby?" Lando cooed.
Oscar's eyes widened. He was already beat, but the lilt in Lando's voice made it impossible to deny him.
He didn't say anything; instead, he nodded eagerly, like a puppy.
Lando smiled at his impatience and got off Oscar, making him miss the warmth of the older man around him.
Lando's legs were slightly wobbling, but he stood confidently as he spoke
"I think it's time I return the favour to you, don't I, Piastri?"
Oscar blushed, and his eyes widened by a fraction at the use of his last name. He did wonder what it would be like to have Lando's dick inside him. Seeing Lando's dick in person was truly an experience; those pictures weren't exaggerating at all. In fact, they were actually underwhelming in size; he wondered if he could even accommodate him in the first place.
"Time for you to bend over, Piastri," Lando said cockily as he took a chunk of lube in his hand.
Oscar gulped before he got onto the bed and on his hands and knees, exposing his asshole toward Lando.
Lando got closer, and he put his warm palm against the pale skin of Oscar's bottom and caressed it with his fingers.
"I'm going to put my fingers in you, alright? Tell me if it hurts," Lando warned in a sweet voice.
"Yep, all good," he replied awkwardly. Thinking about taking his dick inside was one thing, but his fingers as well? Oscar's face was burning.
Lando put two lubed fingers in gently to make sure Oscar was okay, but god was he so tight, he brought them out then, tried to bring them back in deeper, hoping it could help him stretch.
"You good, Osc?" he checked.
Oscar's anus hurt slightly from his fingers. He wondered if he could even take in all of Lando's length inside him; after all, this was his first time having gay sex, but he was determined to prove that he could handle it.
"I'm okay… You can continue, I'll handle it, don't worry," Oscar reassured.
Lando sighed in relief before he pushed his fingers deeper inside of him, spreading the lube around his hole so that it would be easier for penetration. He scissored his fingers, causing Oscar to gasp softly as he stretched his hole for his cock. He added a third finger inside to make sure Oscar was prepared enough for him, but it only made Oscar whine in pain. Oscar knew it was a part of the process, but he took it in anyway.
Lando pulled his fingers out, then positioned his cock against Oscar's hole, the head at the entrance eagerly waiting to be inside.
"Tell me if it hurts, okay? I'll stop," Lando assured.
"I'll be fine, mate, I promise," he replied.
"Not sure you should call me 'mate' when I'm literally about to fuck you, but okay," He said as he slid inside Oscar slowly.
Oscar bit his lip so he wouldn't groan at the feeling, but God, Lando was way too big; it felt so good yet so overwhelming at the same time. Lando stilled inside him, making sure Oscar could adjust to his size.
"Osc, you good? Can I move?" He asked with concern.
"Lan.. please," he replied, his voice extremely soft.
Lando took this as a sign and began to move gently, fuck, Oscar was so tight, as if he was trying to milk an early orgasm from the older man.
Oscar gripped the sheets beneath him. Lando really filled his anus; his hole clenched around Lando's girth as he moved slowly inside him, and his own dick started to harden with precum leaking from it.
"Lan, go faster, please," Oscar whined loudly.
Lando obeyed; his thrusts were deeper and faster, and he grabbed onto Oscar's hips just the way Oscar had imagined it. Lando tried to find the right spot inside of him as he kept penetrating him, and when he did? Oscar moaned so beautifully, it was like music to Lando's ears.
Lando immediately went even faster; his thrusts became erratic, the rhythmic squelch timed with the moans of Lando and Oscar was obscene. Lando leaned down until his chest was touching Oscar's broad back, and then gave a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
Oscar shuddered at the feeling of Lando's lips on his skin, an extra jolt of pleasure traveling up his spine.
"Mmm… You smell so good, Osc. Are you still using that chocolate deodorant?" Lando asked.
Oscar was pissed that Lando dared to ask him that while he was hammering his big fat dick into his tiny hole, that too while he was a whimpering mess.
"Yes, I still do," he replied as he tried to catch his breath from Lando's rigorous thrusts.
"That's good, baby, it suits you," he says as he presses another kiss on his shoulder, which makes Oscar whimper even more.
To make it even worse, Lando wrapped his hand around Oscar's length. He pumped it in time with his thrusts, which made Oscar experience a complete sensory overload. His eyes rolled back, which made him see stars. Oh, he was absolutely gone.
"Lan, Oh— Oh my god, I'm so fucking— so fucking close," he gasped.
"You're doing so good, baby. I got you," Lando said as he peppered kisses on Oscar's back while thrusting and stroking him simultaneously.
"Lando, please, I'm—" Oscar moaned.
Lando free hand grabbed onto Oscar's golden-brown locks, pulling his head back as he continued to thrust against his sweet spot over and over again. Oscar moaned loudly at the feeling of his hand in his hair; he didn't think hair-pulling would feel this good.
"Come on, baby, let go, I'm right here with you," he commanded.
That's all it took. Oscar came with a loud cry all over Lando's hand and sheets, while Lando himself came along with him as soon as Oscar's hole clenched tightly, leaving both men in a daze.
Lando pulled out, leaving Oscar empty. He whimpered at the loss of contact before he layed down on his back, while he covered his eyes with his arm.
The other man went to the bathroom to dispose of both the condoms and to clean himself up, and he went back to Oscar to clean him as well with a washcloth.
"Think you can stand? I'm pretty sure we both need a shower after this," Lando said, trying to be hygienic.
Oscar took his arm off his eyes and looked at Lando. He was absolutely wrecked, and he definitely couldn't feel his lower body, but his body was pretty sweaty from that intensive workout.
"Coming," he replied softly.
Lando nodded. He went to the bathroom; the light from it was a bright contrast to the mostly dark atmosphere of the room, and the sound of water running could be heard.
Yeah, this was probably the best sex that Oscar had experienced in a while. Worth it.