Breathes in the warm, clean smell of him fresh from the shower and nuzzles under Lando's ear, nips at the lobe. Likes having Lando's arms around him – feels right. "What colour now?" whispered softly, lips against his pulse point.
It takes a moment for the answer to come, for Lando to focus enough to get words out. “Green… so green…”
Pato smiles against his skin and continues down his neck with soft kisses, little nips occasionally as he works towards the fold of his hoodie. Pulls the fabric to the side, giving a little more access to the even warmer skin underneath, and makes a quiet, pleased sound as he kisses downwards.
Lando slips a hand under the back of Pato’s tee, slightly hesitant, as he tilts his head. “Make it last… please…?”
Goosebumps raise under Lando's fingers, at the gentleness of his touch, and Pato pulls him closer for a moment, buries his face into the curve of his neck and thinks he would spend an eternity trying to venerate every inch of him. Lifts his head and comes back for another kiss, soft and sweet. Echoes his words from earlier, "Mmmm… I could probably make you beg, if that's what you want…"
Pato clamps down hard on Lando's neck, teeth pressing into skin...
Pato clamps down hard on Lando's neck, teeth pressing into skin as his fingers slide easily, steadily – curved the way Pato's discovered Lando likes. He stays pressed against him, grinding slowly against his thigh, just enough movement to provide some relief for how achingly hard Pato is.
Lando groans, tips his head back to expose more of his throat. "...please..." he manages, "I need—"
Pato eases away from Lando's neck, soft lap of his tongue over a bite mark that's definitely going to still be visible tomorrow. He nods and takes a deep breath in and out, all taut muscle and desire. It steadies him a little. " …okay," and it's partly a question, partly assent. He lifts his head and seeks out the relative familiarity of Lando's mouth, going back to something they both know: teasing kisses, soft and unhurried.