soft morning lando for @pitlanebaby
(you did not ask but i was ~inspired~)
testing is unique because while it's important, it doesn't have the same intensity as race weekends. you try to give lando some distance on race weekends, let him focus on what he needs to do, and he appreciates it.
but testing - testing?
not a chance.
lando keeps you close on mornings like this, both of you hitting the snooze command once or twice or five times. it's fine. he set the alarm to go off extra early just so you can enjoy this dreamy, hazy, half-awake time.
his hand is between your thighs, massive, and when he twists his fingers a little meanly, grinding his palm up against your clit, you shudder back against him. he laughs, low, still raspy with sleep, and presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder.
you can feel the hard press of his cock against your hip, but he's not urgent yet. sex with lando is often frantic and fun, but in the mornings like this - well.
it's slow and syrupy and golden, lando's messy curls and his talented, perfect fingers, working you over until you're just a shuddering mess of nerves, every part of you set alight.
when he finally - finally, finally, finally - pushes home, it's with his hand behind your knee, gently pressing your leg up to give him room. his other arm has been cushioning your head, and you can see his hand, the way it flexes into the pillow when you catch his rhythm, canting your hips back to meet his thrusts.
here, babe, can you -?
you laugh, a little breathless, but take over for him, holding your own knee up so he can get his fingers on you again. you're a little sensitive from what he's done already, but it's good, the right side of too-much.
before long it's overwhelming, the press of him hot and solid along your back, the brush of his lips against the back of your neck, the unerring grind of him inside.
you come with a soft whine, brain coming back on line just in time to feel his hips shudder up against you, the way he holds you to him with his hand against your hip, and just grinds against you until he's sated.
after a minute spent mouthing at your neck, your shoulder, the spot behind your ear, he rolls unceremoniously onto his back.
you roll your eyes as you ease your own leg down, wary of the aching muscles in your thigh, but it's affectionate. it always is with lando, especially when he's looking at you with such open amazement, like he still can't believe he pulled you.
the alarm goes off again.
