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I'm aiming for end of this month as an update as I am currently writing more than one chapter to make it easier but it's all planned out (with exception of funny events; I have a few shows lined up so if anything funny happens I will write it in)
OR; Logan, IndyCar driver (currently in heat), wants his alpha, Oscar, to knock him up in the lake house down at Powell Lake. And if there's another addition to his stack of mating jewelry, that's a bonus.
BYR: A/B/O dynamics, Omega Logan, Alpha Oscar, omega pussy (‼️), pregnancy/mpreg, breeding kink, explicit smut
A/N: HELLO! second post and first smut post on the tumblr! I hope everyone here enjoys it, I got inspired from the lake house mention and the various mating jewelry AUs that I've read so I hope everyone likes this one!! kinda nervous posting but w/e LOL
special thanks to @philo24 my #PRIMA for the help with this fic!!
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CREDITS: title from Cinderella by Remi Wolf, lake dividers by @bronzewasp and chain divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 🩷
“Oh, my pretty little omega picked such a pretty place.”
Logan’s throat hitches as he hears his alpha praise him, a rumbling purr tickling his core as he melts into Oscar’s arms; Logan feels safe, warm, wanted, and it makes his entire body sing in delight, burying his face into his alpha’s neck to mouth at the mating bite he made years ago. The smell of wonderfully warm chocolate, sea salt, earthy peach, and camphorous myrtle envelops Logan's entire being, and it's so Oscar. The scent of Florida's salty sea air, the fresh, sweet scent of Powell Lake’s waters, the warm sand of the coastal dunes around them, the smell of the oak permeating the lake house Logan’s rented out for the off season, it all sings so beautifully with the scent of Oscar. Oscar, Oscar, Oscie, Osc, alpha. It's his alpha, his protector, his mate, his lover, his fiance, the father of his future kids, his forever—
Logan doesn't realize he's chirping.
Logan really doesn't realize he's vocalizing until Oscar’s chest rumbles with a soft growl in response, and the chocolate scent in Logan’s lungs intensifies into something heady, which makes the burning in his core go red-hot with want. The clinks of the jewelry stacks both him and Oscar wear signal desire; Logan can see the little golden seashells inlaid into the bracelet Oscar wears, and his brain takes him to when he and Oscar made it official in 2023, where Oscar took him to Brighton Beach, his hometown, and they made the promise to be together through all of it. The memory of Oscar biting his neck and opening their bond, claiming Logan on the sand under the moonlight, makes Logan feel the need, the heat, for his alpha to take him, his body yearning for his soft, wonderful, safe, and loving alpha to claim him.
His heat is stronger this time around. He thinks he wants Oscar to… to have—
Fuck, I need to get pregnant.
“I've missed you, Logie, are you—”
Logan can’t find it in himself to answer verbally in his hormonal haze, so his hind-brain pulls him to give Oscar an answer in the best way he knows how. Logan drags him in for a deep kiss, his alpha’s surprise turning into full blown desire as he explores Logan’s mouth in the absolutely thorough, meticulous, and attentive way that he races; something Logan fell for when he met the Australian alpha for the first time. He’s equal parts gentle and needy, hovering between devouring and worshipping his omega, and Logan can't get enough. It's warm, wet, and slick, and when Oscar nips at the flesh of his lips, Logan’s brain explodes into bliss, wanting more from his man, his protector, his baby.
“Alpha, Osc, please…?”
It comes out hoarse and hopeful from Logan’s throat, desire overtaking his body as he clings onto Oscar; Logan’s hind brain particularly loves it when he can feel Oscar’s muscles move and twitch under, subtle signals that indicate that his alpha would do anything. It scratches that itch in Logan, a reminder that Oscar’s blood pumps and courses through for him and him alone, that Oscar’s body moves and twitches to cater to his omega.
It makes Logan’s core burn hotter.
“Of course, Logie. Anything for you.”
Anything.
Say it, Logan. Fulfill your desire.
“I… I want you to knock me up.”
Oscar’s breath hitches, and Logan is… well, a bit terrified. As much as he's thought about it, and as much as the haze of his heat blurs his mind and brings it to a fuzzy place of excitement and desire over carrying Oscar’s seed in him to mold into their pups, he knows this is a big thing to ask of his alpha. He hopes it's okay. His body wants it to be okay. His core needs it to be okay. His cunt throbs in anticipation of it being okay. He—
“Yeah? You want to have my pups?”
Oh.
Oh fuck yes.
His voice alone makes Logan leak out warm slick, dripping down his thighs and sticking to his boxers, drenching the soft hairs between his thighs and making his scent flare up into the air. Wordlessly, he nods, and Oscar takes him to the bedroom, clothes being shed, little by little, every inch of Logan’s body burning hotter despite the chill of naked skin meeting the air. Oscar takes his time, a dance of barely concealed twitches and arousal, until both of them are naked and Logan’s being pressed into the bed. Oscar is nipping at his mating mark, his moles, his nipples, his belly, his hips, his thighs, his everything, and all Logan can do is scrabble for something to hold onto, his hands grasping onto Oscar like he’d fade away if he didn't hold him. Oscar shushes the cries he doesn't even know he's letting out, and he moves closer and closer to his dripping cunt, hot breath travelling down like a storm brewing on his flesh, and Logan wants it.
When Oscar lavishes his pussy with licks and kisses, Logan whines out, clear as a bell.
“Oscar!”
Logan turns to mush underneath Oscar’s warm tongue, a purr rocking his body as his alpha eats him out like there’s nothing else in the world for him to do; his alpha is so attentive, so thorough, leaving no spot untouched with his kitten licks and the gentle suction of his mouth on his folds, the way that he hungrily laps up the slick that flows out of his pussy, the gentle rumble making his tongue vibrate and throb against his walls when Oscar buries his face into the deeper parts of him. Logan can do nothing but tangle his hands in Oscar's hair to push him in deeper and deeper, to rock against his face to let him devour him whole, and—
“Oh f—fuck, alpha!”
Oscar’s fingers brush against his throbbing clit, and it sends jolts of pleasurable bliss rocking through his body, shocking and buzzing and leaving Logan feeling like a thunderbolt come to life; he can feel Oscar smile as he keeps on swirling his tongue in his pussy, and the way that he brushes his nose against his clit burns so good, so bright in Logan’s core. His hands still rub at his folds, and the little brushes and strokes against his clit keep Logan crying out for Oscar, for his alpha, to keep going, to get him over the edge, to loosen him up so good that his cock can slip right in and fuck him silly. When Oscar’s fingers slide into him, soft and scissoring gently within his cunt, Logan feels like he’s died and went to heaven. It's gentle and thorough and persistent and rough all at once, his tongue still lapping at his pussy and his clit while his fingers are brushing against the familiar ridges and bumps of his walls, edging closer and closer to that spot within him that makes Logan see stars and leak out more slick. Oscar sucks it all up, breathing warm and wet against his folds, and god, does Logan need to see how wet Oscar’s face is, how his alpha’s lips and nose glistens with his slick, and how—
“Oscar, Osc—ahh!”
Oscar’s fingers find that spot within him, soft and moist, and Logan can't help but rumble and rock against his alpha, who giggles out before he dives back in and his fingers stroke that spot gently, almost teasing in the way they languidly move against his walls. Oscar’s mouth moves between his clit and his folds, sucking and licking, diving in again, and again, and again, making Logan rocket closer and closer to the peak, almost over the edge, as his fingers turn from two, to three, to two again, and back to three, rubbing and teasing his core; Logan is overwhelmed, awed at how good Oscar is to him. How good his alpha is for eating his pussy out, for fingering him until he doesn't know his name anymore, for—
A gentle press to that spot in his pussy, catching slightly on the ridge, as Oscar swirls on his clit, is enough for Logan to cum.
“Alph—ahh!”
He can feel his body shake as Oscar hums so gently, his cunt clenching on his alpha's fingers as he keeps scissoring softly, as he keeps on lapping up Logan’s slick, sweet and tart and fresh and warm, until he needs to breathe again, until—
He looks up, and Logan’s awed.
Oscar’s face is glistening in the sunlight that streams into the bedroom, drenched and sticky and glowing, and an expression filled with equal parts hunger, love, and desire graces his beautiful face. His eyelashes bead up with slick, twinkling like dewdrops on grass in the morning, and his eyes are dark and lustful, like he needs more of Logan before he dies of hunger, before he leaves this mortal coil, before anyone else can take his omega away.. Logan thinks he looks beautiful. Logan wants to kiss him silly, have his mouth exploring Oscar’s like it's the first time all over again, until all he knows is the way his slick tastes on his beautiful alpha.
And he does, drawing Oscar in for a kiss that leaves him breathless and awed, bodies rocking in sync, and oh—
Oh, his alpha's heavy cock is rubbing against his folds as he kisses him, so deep and so good. Oscar grinds against Logan’s body, and Logan can feel his cock throbbing against his pussy, and it makes him spread his legs. Opening his body up, moving on utter instinct alone, his cunt twitching and his hips bucking upwards, just to let him just slide in, just to let him slot in so seamlessly, where Logan knows with one right movement his cock would slip in. It's a sinful feeling for him to grind into Oscar’s body, as he—
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
“Alpha—!”
Logan’s brain fuzzes over as Oscar finally, finally enters him, and it's heaven. Even through the haze of his prior orgasm, Logan feels everything like a fire that burns through his being. He can feel Oscar’s cock filling him up, hot and heavy against his walls, stretching him out and feeling so, so right. The stretch of his pussy around Oscar’s cock burns so good; like the inhale from a cigarette dancing around the heat he feels in his core, hot and bright like the sun. Every beat, every throb, every pump of blood that runs through Oscar’s body and his cock, Logan feels intimately, ringing through his gut like the verse of a song that his body sings; Logan can do nothing but whimper along, a satisfied purr roaring from deep within, which makes Oscar join in with a groan that he thinks is just… melodic.
“Always so tight for me, Lo, so good…”
Logan keens high in his throat, as he throws his head back to bare his neck, and he can feel his pheromones go haywire, pumping out his scent and his slick like a rushing river; he can smell the way Oscar’s scent deepens to a rich, almost cacao aroma, balsamic and spicy, dancing around with his own orange rind scent, verging on fleshy, almost overripe papaya, and he still can't believe their smells just fit so well together, like… like—
“Alpha, you fit me so well— hh, fuck!”
Oscar grinds, slow and deep and teasing, and the pressure against that spot deep in Logan’s pussy punches the air out of the omega.
He loves it.
He can hear the soft clinks of both his and Oscar’s jewelry as the Australian grinds deep in him, where every tinkling sound brings memories of his and Oscar’s love for each other, and it makes Logan’s body tingle with satisfaction and adoration.
The sectioned rose gold and jade bangle was their first anniversary gift, near the start of the 2024 F1 season, and Oscar’s birthday. It was a quiet, almost reverent celebration. In the midst of testing, sim racing sessions, and team meetings where McLaren celebrated Oscar’s birthday, it was a quiet day in Shanghai; Logan can remember the way that Oscar brought him to a little shop in Putuo, and with the broken Mandarin learned from his grandparents, managed to finagle his way into purchasing a pair for both of them; a beautiful, interlinked jade and rose gold sectioned bracelet, adorned with the date of their 1st anniversary. The kiss they shared in the middle of Changfeng Park buzzed with a solid promise for each other, and the way that Oscar dutifully worshipped his body back in their hotel, his tongue lapping up at his omega’s dripping folds like it was a gift, made Logan believe it.
The South Sea pearl and white gold bangle was from the off season of 2024, after Abu Dhabi. Logan needed to get away, the stress of being dropped mid-season and the speculation that threatened to tear all his relationships apart made him fly out to Manila, after Bianca, the spitfire herself, had cornered him in the paddock and handed him a full itinerary with the best dates selected. Retreating to a quiet area of Palawan was maybe the best decision he’d made that year, and when Oscar showed up at the doorstep of his rented out beach house with nothing but a backpack and tears in his eyes, he knew that they'd make it. Logan had purchased the bangle pair days before Oscar came, the lady at the counter looking at him with reassuring eyes that held belief, and when he slipped the other half onto Oscar’s trembling arms, their promise grew into a commitment that night as they made love.
The cherub charm on Logan’s neck from an antique shop, along with the Alhambra charm from Van Cleef & Arpels. A just because, a few months into 2025. Oscar had sprung it onto him in their shared apartment in Monaco, and Logan was ecstatic. He remembers the rumbling in Oscar’s voice as he said that the green Alhambra charm matched his eyes, and that the cherub was for his sweet, sweet angel, and he remembers how wet it made him. The way Oscar gripped his neck and pressed the charms into his mating mark as he fucked his pussy deeply that night remains burned into Logan’s mind.
It's all bliss.
At this moment, in their lake house in Florida, Logan can feel nothing but bliss and the satisfying drag of Oscar’s cock against his walls as he thrusts into the omega, rhythmic and relentless and yet so filled with care and attention, and it makes Logan sing out into the air around them. His moans, his keens, his exclamations, all of that, sound like tinkling bells and the birds that call out over Powell Lake in the clear, early morning. Logan makes noises that try to form around the name, around his name, Oscar, O-s-c-a-r, Oscie, Osc— hah, around what he is to Logan, daddy, baby, my alpha, a-l-FUCK-p-h-a, ah, ah, ah—!
He can feel another orgasm building deep in his body, a gut feeling that makes him feel full, and his hind-brain is whispering things that leave him hurtling towards oblivion; alpha will fill you up, alpha will get you pregnant, alpha will bring you your kids, alpha is yours, you are alpha’s, alpha, alpha, alpha, Oscar, you're gonna have Oscar’s babies, your stomach will be filled with Oscar’s pups, Oscar would be an amazing father, you're gonna be the best mother, oh—
When Oscar angles his cock just right, where he brushes against his clit so good, and Oscar presses down on his stomach, Logan falls over the edge again.
A clear, sparkling whine of Oscar’s name rings out in the warm air around them, and Logan can feel his pussy gush more slick, smells the milky leather tones of the osmanthus scent dance around with the overripe papaya notes, tastes the sweetness in the back of his throat, all these sensations as his body explodes in absolute sun-warmed bliss. He clenches around Oscar’s throbbing cock, his walls fluttering with every breath he takes, and his body rumbles in satisfaction as a moan punches itself out of Oscar’s body, groans of fuck, you're so tight, so wet, ugh, reaching Logan’s ears and planting itself in his brain, to his delight. Oscar slows down to a grind, his cock digging deeper and deeper into his core, hot and hard against the softness of his walls. Like he wants to tease his omega. Like he wants to savor the moment for as long as possible, and the heat in Oscar’s eyes when Logan’s eyesight clears makes his breath hitch.
It drives Logan insane.
“Need your knot, alpha, please, I want your pups— hah, wanted it for so long, mmgh, get me pregnant—!”
Logan’s pussy flutters as he moans out, hell, cries out for Oscar, his clit rubbing so good against Oscar’s cock. He’s equally scared and excited to verbalize his desires, but the way that Oscar looks at him makes him feel like he wants it too. And it makes him feel safe.
“Yeah? You want me to knock you up, baby? Pretty omega, with my kids— ugh, you'd be the best mom ever, fuck, I'm so— hhgh, love you, Logie, yeah—”
Oscar’s breath is warm against the mating mark on his neck, and Logan can do nothing but moan as his alpha’s thrusts rock his body; it burns so good, and Logan tries to respond in kind, clenching and tightening around Oscar’s cock, rocking back to take him deeper and deeper.
“For— ffuck, for my be— ah, beautiful omega, my Logie, my Logan, my baby, my husband—”
Logan cries, hot tears of joy and bliss rolling down his flushed cheeks, as Oscar shakily clasps a necklace onto the already growing stack of jewelry on his neck, his thrusts growing increasingly erratic and his breath stuttering, like his alpha’s lungs are trying to catch up. Logan doesn't know it, but the necklace bears a golden sports car pendant that Oscar picked out to celebrate his omega’s successful Indycar season this 2026, engraved with LNO281 on the license plate, studded with aquamarines and pearls; a gorgeous reminder that, when Logan sees it after the passionate haze of his brain dissipates, will cry tears of joy over, but now? Now, in this moment, all Logan knows is that the cool metal of the pendant sends a wave of calm to his core and reminds him of the comfort that Oscar will always bring him, and the comfort that he knows Oscar will bring to his future pups, which brings tears to Logan’s eyes.
He feels wanted. Loved. Safe. Desired. Claimed. Not alone anymore.
He can feel Oscar’s knot swelling up, catching on the folds of his pussy, and it's overwhelming. It feels like explosions of color and warmth in his head, his body aching for release as his gut edges closer and closer to that heady, too-full feeling, and he knows Oscar is reaching his limit too, nuzzling his neck and sucking wet marks onto his jaw as he thrusts, and thrusts, and thrusts. When Oscar nudges the necklaces aside to bite him again, as soon as he does, Logan cries out, a broken stream of alpha, Oscar, baby coming out of his mouth, tears streaming down his face as both of them fall off the edge and their bond sings like a choir; Logan’s pussy clenches around the knot that forms on the base of Oscar's cock, slick oozing out and letting Oscar’s knot slide in so deep he can feel it pressing against that spot in him that makes his soul escape his body in a haze of dark chocolate and ripe peach, quakes racking his entire body in bliss, and Oscar cries his name out as he spills his cum deep inside, warmth filling up his womb and making Logan feel so whole. When Oscar's knot settles securely into his pussy, keeping all his seed locked into Logan’s wanting body, and he melts into Logan’s chest, kissing his body senseless, nipping at every part he can, Logan feels like he truly wants this.
He needs this.
The room is silent save for their heaving breaths, in sync and labored, and it takes a moment before any of them can respond; Logan just savors the moment, calm and quiet as the rush of blood in his body and the weight of Oscar on every inch of his body soothes the fire within him.
Oscar’s hands come to grasp his new necklace, the latest addition to his mating stack, and Logan’s hands come up to meet his alpha’s. He’s craving the gentle clasp of wheel-worn hands and the feeling of the softest heft he's ever felt, when the necklace grazes against his hands and he feels the familiar curves of the pendant; the way the vents dip ever so softly, the tire treads catching onto every millimeter of his fingers, the feeling of—
And, as we’ve said, Logan cries tears of joy upon realizing.
LNO281.
Two lines.
Positive.
The pregnancy test, a burning weight in his hands, as much as it is small, shows two lines in clear blue, stark and strong and staring back at him like a spotlight in the warm lights of their bathroom. Logan’s breath quickens at what this means, what the two lines clearly tell him, what that voice in his soul states calmly; Logan thought the feeling would— god, he thought it'd be shrieking, yelling at him. It just feels like that inner voice is looking at him, dead in the eyes, objective, plain, calm, like it already knew.
I'm pregnant.
I'm going to be a mother.
He can't believe it. He—
Oh my god.
And in their apartment in Monaco, Logan’s scent shifts into something sparkling and fizzy, like a freshly squeezed orange, and something new blooms alongside the milky leather nuances of the osmanthus and the oozing sap of fig wood. The image in Logan’s mind, the picture that his scent conjures, is mineral-tinged sand that shines brightly in the sun as waves of fresh, sweet, newly-skimmed cream come to rest on the shore, and it just fits into the scent he's held for so long.
Logan knows it's real this time.
There are many emotions that run through Logan’s brain at this moment; trepidation, excitement, joy, warmth, chills, nervousness, a hint of fear, but one emotion shines through the rest and mingles in with his scent, merging together like it was made for his body to emit.
Love.
This scent wafts out from the bathroom, draping itself into every single inch of their sunny, breezy apartment; no sound comes from Logan, his mouth agape and not even attempting to form words, but his scent is loud enough, clear enough, rippling through the morning air of Larvotto, calling for his other half. And his other half does come, waves of comforting dark chocolate studded with sea salt and fresh peach skins washing over Logan’s sea of orange and cream, announcing Oscar’s presence before his gentle footsteps echo through the hallway, a soft rumble of Logan? reaching his ears.
The door to the bathroom opens, and Logan turns his body to look at his alpha.
He’s a vision, sunkissed and soft, dressed in one of Logan’s old shirts; Logan’s heart skips a beat when he sees that it's that shirt he bought back from their trip to New York together in 2023, before they both confessed and made their lives meld together, a little vintage shirt from some random thrift store in Brooklyn, with a koala print on it that reminded Logan of the bright eyed Australian. Oscar’s eyes, much like the koala on his shirt, are sparkling, excited and adoring and everything that makes Logan want to launch at Oscar and latch onto him for the rest of time.
“Darling?”
Logan smiles shakily, a tear he didn't know he was holding slipping out of his eye, and he brings up the pregnancy test up to Oscar’s eye level; his alpha’s eyes widen when he sees the two lines, almost comically cute, before he gently clasps his hands onto Logan’s, reverent and amazed and loving, as if he can't believe it either, and when Oscar’s eyes meet his…
He's tearing up.
“I'm pregnant.”
Logan feels Oscar envelop him in his arms, with all the joy and care in his body, his alpha’s satisfied rumblings digging deep into his soul, he feels like he’s home. When his alpha, the father of his children, the love of his life, his other half, lifts him up into his arms and carries him into their bedroom to lay him down gently on the sheets, it’s heaven; the tears they both shed as Oscar holds Logan in his arms, happy, content, overjoyed, are kissed away gently like the waves of the ocean grazing the shore. Logan’s love pours out of him as Oscar reaches down to kiss his belly, whispers of our baby, our bundle of joy, I'm so glad to be your dad, you're so beautiful hitting Logan’s skin and burning themselves into his core.
“I love you, Logan.”
They kiss as the morning rays warm their skin, and Logan swears they both glow.
(And when Logan announces his break for 2027, he's showered with love from all sides; Kyle, Nolan, David, Jacob, and Kyffin all run up to hug him at the press conference, his fellow omegas all proud and overjoyed that one of them will be a mother. The whirlwind of parties hosted by Lando and George to celebrate their former gridmate’s bundle of joy have Logan clinging to Oscar at every turn, happy and smiling, and everyone’s houses end up smelling of dark chocolate and orange rinds for at least a day. Nicole and Madelyn all but fuss over Logan a thousandfold, while Dalton and Hattie conspire to be the best uncle and aunt ever, Edie and Mae making bets on who beats who, and Logan can't deny that between his two mothers and the support of everyone, that he feels loved. And, on the warm summer day of June 26th, 2027, when Oscar clasps a gold orchid armband onto his right arm after he gives birth to their twins, Lukas and Lea Sargeant-Piastri, the gleam of his jewelry shining softly onto their bundles of joy from the first morning rays that leak into the maternity suite, makes him feel satisfied.)
Oscar surfaces from the chilly seawater with a breathless laugh and a flush all over his body, and Alex is so smitten. OR; a little ficlet of Oscar and Alex at the beach under the moonlight.
A/N: first fic I'm cross posting to tumblr! if you know me from ao3 or twt HELLO! if you don't hi, I'm sam, doll & writer. shoutout to twt oomf oscgoat for inspiring me to write pialbon heehee 🫶🏼 ENJOY!!
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CREDITS: title from Midnight Sun by Zara Larsson, dividers by @dollywons
“—Lex, the water is so cold!”
Oscar surfaces from the chilly seawater with a breathless laugh and a flush all over his body, and Alex is so smitten.
The Australian boy is illuminated by the moonlight twinkling across the waves, glowing softly across his toned chest and dancing across the swoops of hair that stick to his face. Alex can't help but smile at how gorgeous his boyfriend looks. He's definitely bulked up over the past year, but there's still something soft and gentle about the curve of Oscar’s waist, the slope of his shoulders, and the lines of his neck.
Of course, the little bunny teeth that grace his adorably soft smile are points for how lovely Oscar looks.
Alex just loves his boyfriend.
He smiles as Oscar swims closer to the pier’s deck, and the way that Oscar looks up at him makes Alex’s heart skip a beat. Deep brown eyes, glittering with moonlight and affection and some form of fond exasperation, gaze up at Alex, and god, he's so lucky that he has Oscar looking at him like that. Another laugh bubbles itself out of the Australian, bright and twinkling, and Alex can't help but laugh along, his heart bursting at the seams with a love that feels like the sun.
“Thanks for testing it out, Oscie, you're the best.”
He says, as he reaches down to grab Oscar’s hand to pull him up; he'd love for nothing but to feel Oscar’s heartbeat next to his, to kiss the Australian senseless in the moonlight and whisper how much he loves him, perhaps in the dip where Oscar’s shoulder meets his neck—
“Your turn!”
Alex can do nothing but laugh in shock as Oscar pulls him into the water, and the chilly sea surrounds his tanned body. Alex thanks whatever gods are up there that he’s quick to acclimate, but he still feels the chill; it's almost refreshing, like the icy drinks they both had in the morning before, and it gives him a burst of energy that allows him to surface up just as quickly as Oscar’s pulled him in, and—
Wow.
Oscar’s dark brown eyes are filled with desire, and Alex feels as if his breath’s been punched out of his lungs at how Oscar gazes at him.
“God, Lex, you're so beautiful.”
Alex giggles softly, bowled over by the sheer emotion in his words, and he can feel the blush coming on from deep within his cheeks. There's something magical about how Oscar says it, delicate and caring and just… filled with awe, like…
Like he’s something Oscar’s been blessed with.
Alex does the only thing he can do in this moment, aside from absolutely kiss the living daylights out of his boyfriend, of course; he grins maniacally and splashes Oscar with seawater, causing the Australian to sputter and laugh at the sudden “attack” that the Thai boy gives him.
“And that's the thanks I get for calling you beautiful?!”
Alex just laughs in response, before he's splashed back with more water, and it becomes an all out water fight, where the two boys swim around and splash water into each others’ faces; their laughter rings out through the salty breeze, tinkling like bells in the night, and when Alex sees Oscar shake the seawater from his head to look at him with an adoration in his eyes, Alex thinks he can live in this moment forever.
They end up in each others’ arms soon enough, slightly tired but buzzing with a tad bit of adrenaline, and Alex breathes out a shuddering sigh as he feels Oscar’s body around his own, and he takes a moment to just drink up how gorgeous his boyfriend is. He could say so much, wax poetic about how pretty Oscar’s eyes look in the moonlight, how every mole on his body looks like a star that landed gently onto his skin, or how the blush that graces every inch of Oscar's torso makes him look like a ripe chompoo like what Alex can find back home, but he can just settle on one thing to say as he brings his face closer to Oscar’s, their noses touching.
“Hi.”
Oscar giggles, breathless and warm.
“Hi yourself.”
They end up swimming lazily for a while, in each other’s arms like the otters they saw at the zoo, looking up at the stars and the full moon, and soon enough they swim back to the nearby shoreline, watching as the moon’s reflection sways gently across the sea. Oscar lays Alex onto the soft sand, and Alex happily obliges. The sand shifts gently beneath him, and the waves lap up at his feet and splash over his hips, and his beautiful boyfriend is on top of him. Oscar’s legs slot neatly in between his own, warm and stable and soft, and there's an expression on his face that makes Alex want to kiss him senseless like he’s meant to do since earlier in the day.
So he does.
And as Alex draws his sweet, salty, moon kissed boyfriend in for a kiss, Oscar’s soft lips on his, body to body, their two heartbeats syncing together, he feels right at home.
