— ojpuppy [hybrid au], non-drivers au, knotting, handler!lando, light dom/sub dynamics
But, being comfortable around Lando was near impossible, when Max was brought into the mix.
Just the sound of his voice would send Oscar's tail wagging at the speed of sound; he'd pant, bark, drool happily while he grinned. It was so fucking humiliating.
"You can't help it, sweet boy," Lando would coo, gently pet his pup's ears, "Maxie's your favorite, isn't he? Yeah, yeah he is."
Every goddamn time. Oscar would reply with an 'arf!' and a wag—yes, yes, he loved Max. The way he smelled of chocolate, of Oscar and Lando, how he'd always pet in all the right spots. Max was like Lando, in a way. Attentive, kind, and gentle.
It was never a huge problem whenever he'd come over, at least. Oscar would happily lick Max's face, yip whenever he'd receive pets from those loving hands, nip at his fingers when given treats. He was a very well behaved good boy. Until it was just…a combination of things, Oscar tries to justify to himself.
Exhaustion, for starters. His main, if not only excuse. After hiking all afternoon in the sun following a particularly tiring day by the ocean, he'd been tuckered out beyond his normal capacity. Not to mention, him and Lando both had accidentally skipped dinner in favor of getting some rest, which then led to them of course…sleeping until their morning alarms rang.
So he's hungry, tired, and annoyed because Lando won't pay proper attention to him, too busy playing video games with fucking Keegan and—
He'd had enough, honestly. Oscar practically stomps his way over to where Lando sits on the couch, controller in hand, headphones on, as he cheers over another victory in Tarkov.
"Hey, Osco what—"
No words needed, when he was this hangry and starved of cuddles. Oscar just sits himself right where he belongs in Lando's lap, whining softly as he melts into the touch he missed so much.
Lando pouts, moving his head side to side as he tries to see around his pup's broad shoulders, "Oscar," he draws out, complaining, "Can't see the TV, bub, go on, you can lay down beside me if you want, yeah? I'll give you lots of belly rubs."
As he reaches his other hand to the controller, Oscar sees his window of opportunity to truly get the Brit's attention—Oscar leans down and bites.
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