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They're in Lando’s hotel room, wasting time away before–
Well. Oscar doesn't really know. He'd just followed after Lando made the loose offer to hang out, because he's pathetic and will take any chance to spend time together. Sue him.
They'd played a couple rounds of Rocket League that Oscar had been totally smashed in before Lando had paused the game to go use the bathroom. He didn't start it back up after, so they'd both lapsed into quiet boredom.
Oscar's scrolling Twitter on the couch while Lando practicaly hangs off the bed, horizontally spanning the length. He's about to close the app when the photo catches his eye.
He doesn't really remember taking it, probably exhausted in all the autographs and selfies, but it's him and Lando, one with them and someone's baby. Lando’s crouched slightly, holding her weight, and Oscar’s standing tall behind them, relaxed, smiling.
Fuck.
Oscar locks his phone.
He unlocks it. Looks again. Locks it.
"You're doing something weird," Lando says, from the bed. He can't possibly see Oscar from that angle. He's angled oddly, feet hanging off the bed, head tilted to the side but somehow still on the corner.
"I'm not."
"You made a noise."
"I didn't make a noise."
"A little–" Lando does an odd little squeak that Oscar definitely has never made in his life. "Like that."
Oscar hadn't been aware of making any sound. He looks at the ceiling for a moment. He is kind of fucked either way. Maybe Lando will think it's funny.
He holds his phone down towards Lando without saying anything.
Silence.
But Oscar hears the hitch in Lando's breath.
"We look–" he starts, "we look kind of–"
Oscar can't form a rational thought. The blood has all rushed from his brain to occupy– oh, fuck it.
“You look good,” Oscar breathes. “Fuck, Lando, look at you.”
“Yeah?” Lando whines. He sits up quickly, cheeks flushed hot. “‘S it– you like that, do you think–“
"Yeah," Oscar gets out, turning the phone back around, hand shaking slightly as he zooms in. "Christ, Lando, I–"
He can't finish. Because looking at it now, really looking– Lando's got this soft smile Oscar's never seen before, the baby tucked so carefully against his chest, and something about the protectiveness in his posture, the gentleness of it, is making Oscar's mouth go dry.
"Oscar." Lando's voice is lower. He's watching Oscar's face now instead of the screen. "What do you mean– like, do you–"
"Nothing, I just–" Oscar swallows hard. The hotel room suddenly feels smaller. "You looked really... I didn't know you could look like that."
"Like what?"
Oscar finally meets his eyes and immediately regrets it, because Lando's pupils are blown wide, lips parted, and he knows. He can see it written all over his face and everything crumbles
"Like someone I'd–" Oscar's voice cracks. "Fuck."
The phone falls, forgotten, as he pushes up and strides over to the bed, carefully perching on the edge.
"Say it," Lando whispers, and he's leaning in now, close enough that Oscar can feel the heat radiating off him. "Oscar, please, just say it."
"Like someone I want to have like that." The words tumble out desperate and raw. "Like I want– Like I can't– I can't stop thinking about it now, about you holding our–"
Lando makes a wounded sound and surges forward, crashing their mouths together with months of pent-up wanting. Oscar gasps against his lips, hands immediately fisting in Lando's shirt, pulling him closer, closer, fucking years of pining finally snapping like a broken wire.
"Oscar," Lando pants between kisses, "Oscar, please, I've been– god, I've been going insane–"
"I know," Oscar groans, rolling them over, pressing Lando into the mattress. "I know, me too, fuck, me too."
Lando's hands are in his hair, clawing down his back, everywhere at once, like he's trying to make up for lost time. "That photo," he gasps out, "is that really what–"
"Yes." Oscar kisses along his jaw, his neck, tasting sweat and the sharpness of cologne, feeling Lando's pulse racing under his lips. "Seeing you like that, so perfect, so ready, I–" His hips press forward involuntarily and Lando fucking moans. "Oh shit, Lan, I want everything with you. Wanna give you everything."
"Then stop holding back," Lando demands, pulling him down into another searing kiss, nipping at his lips. "Stop pretending we're just teammates. I'm yours, Oscar, I've been yours–"
Yours.
The word detonates in Oscar's brain like a grenade. As if he wasn't before, he's really fucking hard now. His vision tunnels, the world narrowing to just Lando beneath him– Lando who's his, who's been his this whole fucking time.
"Say that again," Oscar growls, and his voice doesn't sound like his own. His fingers dig into Lando's hips hard enough to bruise. "Say it again, Lando."
"I'm yours," Lando whimpers, arching up into him. "Oscar, I'm yours, only yours–"
The last bits of Oscar's sanity disintegrate at last.
He falls back into Lando like he's trying to devour him, like he's trying to crawl inside his skin and make a home there. Lando's skin tastes so fucking good, hot and slightly salty and just him. One of his hands slides up to wrap around Lando's throat– not squeezing, yet, and Lando's eyes roll back.
"Mine," Oscar rasps against his mouth. "You're mine. Say you're mine."
"Yours, yours, shit, Oscar–" Lando's hips buck up desperately. "Been yours since– god, since the beginning, I've been–"
"Fuck." Oscar bites down on Lando's lower lip, soothing it with his tongue. "I've watched you. Watched everyone else look at you, touch you, and I've wanted to fucking–" He breaks off with a groan, grinding down hard. "Wanted to put my hands on you in front of everyone. Wanted them all to know."
"Yes," Lando gasps, nails raking down Oscar's back. "Yes, fuck, do it, mark me up, I don't care–"
Oscar pulls back just enough to look at him. Lando's lips are swollen and red, his curls a mess, pupils blown so wide there's barely any color left. He looks wrecked already and they've barely started. He looks like Oscar's guiltiest fantasy come to life.
"You have no idea," Oscar says, voice shaking with the force of holding back, "what you do to me. Seeing you like that–" His hand slides down to splay across Lando's stomach, possessive and reverent. "Seeing you be so gentle, so good, when all I've wanted is for you to fall apart for me. When I wanted to be the only one who gets to see you like this."
"Oscar, please–" Lando's trembling now, whole body wound tight.
"Please what?" Oscar's lips trail down his throat, teeth scraping. "Tell me what you want."
"You," Lando chokes out. "Just you, all of you, I want– I need–"
"Need me to what, baby?" The endearment slips out before Oscar can stop it, and Lando makes a broken sound. "Need me to show you who you belong to?"
"Yes."
Oscar's hand tightens on Lando's throat, just slightly, and Lando's whole body shudders. "You're gonna be so good for me, aren't you? Gonna let me take care of you? Gonna let me give you everything you need?"
"Yes, yes, anything–" Lando's begging now, fucking shameless, eyes wide and pleading and absolutely melting Oscar's mind. "Oscar, I'll be so good, I promise, just please–"
"I know you will." Oscar kisses him again, softer this time. "You're already perfect. So fucking perfect for me." His thumb traces over Lando's racing pulse. "And you're mine. Say it one more time."
"I'm yours," Lando whispers, eyes bright and desperate. "Yours, Oscar. Only yours."
The last thread of Oscar's restraint snaps clean in half.
He pulls Lando's shirt over his head in one swift motion, then his own, needing more. His mouth maps every inch of newly exposed skin– Lando's collarbones, his chest, the soft skin over his ribs– while his hands work at the button of Lando's jeans.
"This okay?" he manages to ask, even though he's half out of his mind with want. "Tell me if–"
"If you stop now I'll actually die," Lando says seriously, then hooks his leg around Oscar's waist and pulls him down. "I need you. Need this. Need you to– to show me I'm yours."
Something in Oscar's chest cracks wide open.
"You are," he promises fiercely, kissing Lando again and again between words. "You are, you are, you're mine, and I'm gonna make sure you never forget it." His hand slides into Lando's jeans, finally, working past the tight waistband of his boxers and wrapping around his cock and Lando keens. "Gonna take such good care of you. Gonna give you everything."
"Osc–"
"I've got you," Oscar murmurs against his skin. "I've got you, baby.
Lando just whines, hips starting to thrust against Oscar's hand. He gasps when Oscar thumbs over the slit, head falling back.
"Please, please, Oscar, will you fuck me?"
Oscar groans, head dropping to Lando's shoulder. "Fuck, Lan, of course I will." Ignoring Lando's whimper, he draws his hand back, before licking from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. "Taste so good, baby."
Lando moans desperately, flinging an arm over his eyes. Oscar takes the opportunity to strip out of his shorts, smirking as he sees an ocean green eye peeking out. "Like what you see?"
"Fuck yes," Lando breathes. "Fucken' daydream about those thighs all the time."
"Wanna get off on them?"
"Please, please, Oscar please." Lando scrambles up, yanking his jeans off. "Wanna– wanna ride you till I forget how to do anything else."
Oscar settles against the headboard, propping one leg up. "C'mere then, baby."
Lando gasps as Oscar pulls him into his lap, knees on either side of his thigh. He gives a small roll of his hips down, biting his lip.
"Don't get shy, now." Oscar grabs him with both hands, forcing him to grind down. He moans as Lando whines, head falling forward onto Oscar's chest. He keeps going, though, dragging his clothed dick up and down the hard line of muscle as Oscar flexes his thigh. He looks up again, capturing Oscar's mouth in a filthy kiss. He sucks Oscar's tongue as it forces past his lips, hips never stopping. Oscar feels lightheaded with it, one hand flying down to pull down his own boxers enough stroke his length in time. He moans, biting down on Lando's lip.
"Ah, ah, fuck yeah," Lando gets out. "Ngh, Oscar, want more–"
"Come on, baby, you said you'd get yourself off like this," Oscar teases, free hand wrapping around to squeeze Lando's ass. "Already fucked yourself stupid?"
Lando's answering moan is practically a sob, hips stuttering as Oscar feels the wetness seeping onto his skin.
More than– more than before.
Which means Lando just came all over his underwear just from humping Oscar's thigh.
"Lando."
"S–sorry, I didn't– didn't mean to–" Lando starts, flushed, eyes downcast.
"Oh, don't, baby, that was fucking hot." Oscar says quickly, letting go of Lando to cup his face instead. "So good for me, Lando, coming in your pants like that."
"Jus' boxers," Lando mumbles, but his face is soft again. "I– I still want…"
"Yeah?" Oscar leans forward to kiss Lando's nose. "Not too sensitive?"
Lando shakes his head. "Want you."
Oscar's so hard he's gonna pass out, probably, so he gets with the program. Flipping lando on his back, he reaches over to open the nightstand. "Good thing your room's stocked, baby."
"Don't use the condom," Lando breathes. "'m clean."
Oscar has to take a deep breath at that. Lando, laid out on his bed, begging Oscar to fuck him raw. This has to be a dream. Either way, he's gonna make the most of it before his brain explodes.
"Me too, shit, I got you." He leans down to kiss Lando again, popping the cap of the lube. "Gonna give me another one?"
Lando nods desperately. "Please, I'll be so good for you, anything you want."
"Of course you will." Oscar gingerly pulls Lando's damp boxers off. "Such a good boy for me."
Lando only whimpers, lifting his hips.
"You're so fit." Oscar thumbs at the golden skin stretched over Lando's hipbone. "Can't believe I could've had you all this time."
"Ah-huh," Lando agrees weakly. "Yours."
Oscar kisses him again, deep and thorough, licking at his teeth and tongue until Lando gasps at the feeling of Oscar's wet finger circling his rim.
"Shh, baby," Osar soothes. "Gotta get you ready to make you feel good."
Lando nods, biting his lip. "It's just been a while."
Possessiveness flares in Oscar's gut at a while. Not never. He doesn't voice it, though, just kisses Lando as he eases his finger in.
Lando wraps an arm around his neck, whining.
"Gonna be my good boy?" Oscar murmurs. Lando moans, tightening around him. Oscar looks up.
Lando is somehow even fucking hotter, pupils absolutely blown, lips slick with spit matching the red of his cheeks. His brow is furrowed, corners of his eyes wet. And best of all, completely his.
"Oh," Oscar breathes out, stilling his movements. He crooks the finger slowly, deliberately, and he watches with dark fascination as Lando writhes beneath him. "Oh, baby. You like that, don't you?"
"Like what?" Lando tries to play innocent, but his voice is already wrecked, and when Oscar finds the spot, his hips jerk up involuntarily.
"Like when I tell you how good you are." Oscar's voice drops lower. He leans in close, lips brushing against Lando's ear. "My good boy."
Lando whimpers, and Oscar feels him shake apart a little in his arms.
"Fuck," Oscar groans, completely undone. "Look at you. So desperate for me, aren't you? Want me to tell you how perfect you're being?"
"Oscar, please–" Lando's hands scrabble at Oscar's shoulders, his back, trying to pull him closer. His cheeks are flushed dark, and his expression is so vulnerable and exposed, Oscar want to wreck him and worship him in equal measure.
"Please what, Lando?" Oscar slips his finger out, tracing circles around the ring of muscle, watching Lando squirm. "Use your words. Tell me what you need."
"Need– need you to–" Lando breaks off with a gasp as Oscar pushes in with two. "God, need you to– to fuck me and tell me–"
"Tell you what?" Oscar is merciless now, keeping Lando right on the edge as he scissors his fingers. "That you're being so good for me? That you're taking everything I give you so perfectly?"
"Yes–" Lando's head falls back against the pillow, throat exposed, and Oscar can see his pulse hammering.
"You are," Oscar promises, his free hand sliding up to cup Lando's jaw, turning his face so their eyes meet. "You're being so fucking good, baby. So perfect. Making the prettiest sounds for me." He kisses him slowly, deeply, swallowing Lando's desperate keen. "My good boy. All mine."
Lando gives a full-body shudder that Oscar feels everywhere they're pressed together.
"You love hearing that, don't you?" Oscar murmurs, slipping in a third. "Love knowing you're mine. Love being good for me."
"Yes," Lando admits, voice breaking. "Yes, fuck, Oscar, I need–"
"I know what you need." Oscar's hand picks up pace again, and Lando sobs. "Gonna take such good care of you. Gonna make you feel so good." He kisses down Lando's jaw, teeth scraping over his racing pulse.
"Please, please, please Oscar I'm ready," Lando begs. "Now, need you– need your cock in me now."
Who is Oscar to deny him?
He slicks himself up, giving his length a few pumps. "Yeah, baby, you're gonna get it."
Lando whimpers ar Oscar's head presses against him. "Please–"
He's cut off by his own high-pitched moan as Oscar thrusts all the way in.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, Oscar, ye-e-e-s," he practically sobs. "Oh, so good, so full–"
"Yeah," Oscar growls. "You're so tight, baby, all for me."
"Uh-huh, uh, uh," Lando moans. "For you, Osc, hn, just yours–"
Oscar snaps his hips forward, pressing Lando deeper into the bed. "That's right, good boy."
He leans down, sucking the skin of Lando's collarbone into his mouth. He bites down, wants a mark to be there by morning.
"Can feel you in my fucking ribs," Lando moans. "Oscar, fuck, harder."
Oscar does, hips pistoning into a rhythm that has Lando gasping for air. "Like that, yeah?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Lando chants, pulling Oscar closer.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Oscar says. "How many times I've jerked off thinking of you under me, against the wall, on your knees." Lando moans loudly at that. "You like that? Maybe I'll fuck that pretty little mouth next, have you drooling with your face all sweet like a doll."
"Anything," Lando gasps, clawing into Oscar's back. "Whatever you want, I'm yours."
"You sure? I've heard you get around a bit, baby," Oscar teases, slowing his thrusts. "Maybe I'm just fucking someone else's cum out of you."
Lando shakes his head. "Jus' you, only ever want you, no one else–" He gasps as Oscar thrusts hard. "Fuck!"
"Yeah," Oscar growls. "My pretty boy."
He palms Lando's chest, tweaking a nipple as he sucks the other one. Lando arches, sobbing.
"Osc, Oscar, you make me feel so good, want your fucking cum," he babbles. "Wanna be so full of you it leaks, wanna get on my knees, want hickeys 'n bites and–"
Oscar chokes on his own spit as he feels himself throb on the next thrust. He will literally explode if Lando gets another word out, so he smothers the rest in a deep kiss.
"Fuck, the mouth on you," He groans when they come up for air. "Didn't know you could get so dirty."
"Your fault," Lando gasps. "You make me– you make me want it."
Lando's moans drive him crazy. Oscar can't think of anyone else having him like this, hearing his obscene sounds, seeing his perfect face scrunched up with pleasure. He draws himself up on his knees, dragging one of Lando's legs up to settle his calf on his shoulder, and starts fucking into him at the deeper angle.
"Oscar, Oscar, Oscar," Lando babbles. "Ah,hn, oh fuck!"
"Wish you could see yourself like this," Oscar groans. "Taking it so good, so deep, my cock making you too dumb to think."
Lando's back arches, and the tears fall from the corners of his eyes. He's so perfect, Oscar could keep him stuffed full, crying on Oscar's dick for the rest of his life.
"Osc, I– 'm so close, already, I–"
"Say my name," Oscar breathes. "When you come."
"Ah, yeah? You wanna hear me– fuck– make me scream your name, " Lando pants.
Oscar lifts up, pulls Lando's other leg over his shoulder, and presses down, folding Lando's thighs to his chest.
"Ah! Hngh, fuck, Oscar!" Lando sobs. "In– in my fucking throat, I can fucking taste it–"
"Watch," Oscar growls. "Can you see where I'm fucking you?"
Lando lifts his head. "Yeah, oh, uhn, so deep," he cries. "Spearing me open, oh."
Oscar looks too, sees himself disappearing over and over inside Lando."
"Osc, 'm gonna–" Lando moans loudly.
"You just have to let go for me, baby. Can you do that? Can you be good and let go?"
"I– oh god, Oscar, I–"
"That's it," Oscar encourages, voice rough. "That's my good boy. Just like that. You're doing so well, so fucking well for me–"
Lando's nails drag down Oscar's shoulders, his whole body going taut. "Oscar, I'm– I can't–"
"Yes you can." Oscar's hand slides back to wrap around Lando's throat. "Let me see you fall apart. Let me see how good you are for me. Come on, baby, give it to me."
"Oscar!– Oscar!" Lando's voice pitches up, desperate and needy.
"Such a good boy," Oscar whispers against his lips. "My perfect, good boy. All mine."
That does it. Lando shatters with Oscar's name on his lips, back arching off the bed, and Oscar works him through it with gentle hands and softer praise.
"That's it, that's perfect," Oscar murmurs, pressing kisses to Lando's temples, his cheeks, his jaw. "So good for me, baby. So fucking beautiful."
Lando's trembling in the aftermath, chest heaving, eyes glassy"Oscar."
"Yeah, baby?"
"Keep going," Lando murmurs, pulling him back down. "Wanna see you come."
"You sure?" Oscar laces their fingers together on one side of Lando's head.
"Please," Lando whispers, and Oscar is always weak for him.
He starts up again slowly, savoring Lando's oversensitive whimpers.
"Shit, baby, you did so well," Oscar moans. "You still feel so good."
"Mm, all for you," Lando says, squeezing their entwined fingers. "Want you to feel good, too."
"Trust me, Lan," Oscar pants. "I do."
Lando whimpers, tugging him down into another kiss, slower, but still so deep and perfect.
"Left me all marked up, fuck," Oscar groans. "You want everyone to see your claim?"
"Mine," Lando whines. "You're all mine."
"Yeah, you fucking are." Oscar feels his hips stutter. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come, where do you– can I come inside?"
Lando's face is dusted pink, pupils blown, glowing with exertion. He thinks for a second, bites his cherry-red bottom lip.
"But," he murmurs, staring deep into Oscar's eyes. "Oscar, I'm not on the pill."
"Fuck," Oscr moans, then his hips are slammed all the way forward, eyes rolling back, and he feels himself spilling deep inside Lando.
It's quiet, for a minute, the air heavy with their breath. Oscar's head drops down to Lando's chest. For a moment, nothing is real but the two of them and the heartbeats cooling between them.
"Well, shit," Oscar says at last. "Who knew you were so filthy, Lando."
Lando gasps in mock offense. "Excuse me, says the man still inside me. Plus, you started it."
They stare at each other before breaking into what can only be called giggles, Oscar falling down onto his forearms.
"That was amazing. You were amazing," he says. Lando flushes.
"Yeah, well. Five-star review from me," Lando mumbles.
"So…" Oscar trails off. "Didn't want to assume, but like… this is a thing?"
Lando snorts. "Is that your way of asking me out?"
Oscar grins, finally pulling out and flopping onto his side. He pulls Lando in again.
"Lando Norris, will you go out with me?" He asks, bringing his palm up and kissing it.
Lando giggles again. "Yes, you dork, I'll go out with you."
"Sweet," Oscar says, which gets him poked in the ribs.
"Who knew I'd have the hottest sex of my life with such a dweeb," Lando says. Oscar raises his eyebrows.
"Not what you were saying five minutes ago." he says, and Lando rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. Toss me a water from the mini fridge, I'm like, dehydrated over here."
Oscar sighs dramatically as he rolls onto his side. "Who knew I was signing myself up for such a demanding boyfriend."
"Yeah, well, no takebacks, you already knocked me up," Lando retorts, wiggling under the sheets. "And a towel too, please."
Oscar smiles fondly to himself.
"Coming right up, princess."