long overdue slightlypossessive!lando x bf!yuki. dedicated to @landoposition coz i promised i would write it heh
"you're such a tease."
lando's tone is light, smirk picking at the corners of his lips as his eyes track yuki around the room. he's got his back to him, dark blue expanse rippling and undulating with the smooth contractions of muscles beneath. the navy broadens his silhouette, thick neck sloping into lengthy paths of shoulders, and lando's pupils dilate every time he notices.
yuki snorts, acts unknowing, "tease?"
he turns, arms crossed, biceps at war with the short sleeves that suction his skin.
lando zeros in on it.
buttons open. chains postured prettily on smooth, pale skin. neck- god, his neck- sheened slightly with sweat from the bahrain sun, and if lando looked eagerly enough, he'd catch the fading smudge of purple from where his teeth nipped and lips danced with reckless abandon and—
"lando?"
yuki's grinning, head cocked, eyes gleaming.
lando says nothing in return, but slides off the bed, stalking closer to where his lover leant against a chest of drawers.
they're torso to torso. yuki has to look up, just a bit, and it drives lando near-feral.
"thought i told you not to touch," lando murmurs, fingers tugging at the seam studded with buttons.
"i got hot," yuki replies, fight in shards in his throat, before dissipating completely. he's well acquainted with the look lando drenches him in; assertive, heady, but humoured.
"you got hot?" he mimics, head bopping mockingly as pink lips stretch around a smirk. yuki doesn't respond. he'd probably moan if he opened his mouth.
lando leans forward, lips dragging along his, but not quite locking, and yuki feels his heart quicken. god, it's not the first time he's tasted, yet the thought of their tongues lapping, pushing for more, makes him almost lose control.
hips jut forward, jamming him in place as lando's freakishly massive hands swim under his shirt. it's hot skin against even hotter skin, and yuki wants to beg lando to just kiss him.
"you know how i get baby," lando whispers on his lips, and fuck, doesn't yuki know. he'd already come up to him once during the day, buttoning his shirt up in front of a few of the others, with a look that screamed posessive, before commanding him to keep it that way, and walking off.
it was hot. too hot. and yuki's cheeks were aflame as he sauntered away before he could be bombarded with unanswerable questions.
"i don't want people looking at you like how i do."
and yuki thinks that's impossible anyways, because lando holds too much within his green eyes, no one could ever rival it.
yuki takes a deep breath, "i don't think anyone could physically do that, lando."
and the brit grins at that, resting his forehead against his lover's.
"yeah," his voice low and intentional, eyes darting across yuki's face as lando wonders how he gets him like this, "they can't."
silverstone celebration sex w lando x bodyguard rich!!! ty to @landoscarino for your support as always and... enjoy guys heh!
rich kisses the space between his eyebrows; feels warm, swollen skin upon his lips where butterfly strips attempt to pull the wound closed. his mind whirrs; lando must hear.
"it's fine, you know," his voice lacks mirth, snatched breathlessly by the way rich's cock ploughs in deep, slow, desperate. it's sex that lando knows would be burned in his retinas, branded on his skin, stitched on his tongue for months.
"yeah, but i should've seen it coming." his face falls into the crook of lando's neck, thick muscle undulating and twitching against his cheek. his mouth waters with the urge to suck a mark so pretty on what lando takes pride in most.
lando gently grabs him by the scruff, head out of hiding and eyes welded with the glory of lando swivelling and grinding upon his own hips as if every moment led up to this one. he drops his forehead to rich's, eyes closing as a wave of pleasure riddles his legs numb.
"i'm still here, aren't i?" then he's gazing straight into the other, eyes clouded by inebriation, hips relentless. there's something so oddly heartbreaking about lando in this state, makes rich's heart clutch his ribs and rattle them in despair. he's so beautiful, it's devastating.
"i'm still here, fucking my pretty, pretty bodyguard," lando gasps as rich moans and strikes deeper, "and no one is taking this from me."
oh, he could weep. he thinks his face is wet from tears already, as lando speeds up, brows slanting downwards and mouth ajar in lieu of silent screams. rich's neurons fire in all directions, trying to compute the sensations that flood his flesh and leave it hammering against his bones. he's still rendered wordless.
"g-god rich," lando sobs, rivulets dragging down his cheeks in glimmering streaks. he feels shattered all over again, slamming into him like a boulder, and all he yearns to do is have his mouth on lando's.
"yeah i know baby," rich whispers, precious, sacred, "i know."
one second he's upright, the next he's forced down, back meeting soft sheets. he peels his eyes open, watches as lando takes his hands, plants them on his hips, and starts moving again. excavating grinds that leave rich's guts curling and convulsing, dick erect and bobbing with hard slaps after every ascend then descend of lando's hips — rich is running fucking mad.
supple flesh bulges into his palms as lando accomodates him between his legs, and rich wishes he could tattoo a feeling into his palms, that he could open them as if he were to pray, and relive this very moment like it made every iota of his being.
"can't believe i get you like this finally— fuck," lando whimpers. his hands slide off where they had locked rich's in place, fingers trailing over the tattoo above his ribs. it should tickle, but it causes his cock to throb and his toes to curl. lando's head rolls forward, hole still sucking rich as deep as it can get.
"feel so good. wanna keep you in me forever."
rich moans. it's reverberating, soul-buzzing. his body trembles with the need that siphons through lando's cells to his own. it feels holy, written by stars, scribed by prophets with no name but a prophesy to give them a purpose.
"yeah?"
lando stares as thrusts down, speaks more with his eyes than he could ever utter with his mouth. poetic when he smiles so soft, so broken, so perfect.
porn with feelings of lando and his bodyguard. ignore how this was supposed to come out... last week. count this as a small teaser of a bigger project that's in the works about these two heheh. as always, thank you to kavi (@revolutionsingingintherainnn) and mara (@landoscarino) for your support and reassurance <3 i hope you enjoy !!
there's no limit to the degree of fascination rich feels when he gets lando like this.
hair tusselled, eyes glimmering emeralds (perhaps they weeped diamonds themselves, too), eyelashes fanning out from waterlines encrusted by rubies, lips kissed by cupid himself. it's almost damning, to be when one like lando is, but rich thinks their ordeal is torturous enough anyways that he can cease contemplating the odds of being so close to the other.
his mind vacillates from moving with the viscosity of treacle to whizzing with the velocity of light. he thinks he'd remember every touching fragment of skin and nothing at all. it's maddening, burning his flesh, dousing it in liquid ice, then drowning it in acid again.
the man before him slides his hands out of his hair, palm pressing where his heart thumps below and pushes him back. eyes half lidded, inebriated from the tangle of lips and roaming hands, lando peels off his shirt, then his pants in impatient succession, slow, teasing, and all he can do is watch as honey-rich gold eaves over his shoulders, sluices down the topography of his abdomen, caressing the dip of his apollo's belt. his cock is so pretty, hard and dribbling precum unto his stomach, a sight too surreal that rich's mouth pools with saliva and his own dick pangs in desperation.
lando grins, teeth studded with mischief, lips traced by the wetness of his tongue, "like what you see?"
stupid question, that; lando doesn’t know how much rich would give to even think he deserves to touch.
but he nods nonetheless, still wordless and battered by awe, and lando giggles, pulling him closer by belt loops. rich's bones rattle with anticipation, then they're kissing like it's a drunken hookup, mouths feral and unyielding. feeling lando's cock begging for attention against his own becomes inescapable, and rich's hands scramble for his thighs, sweeping the other off his feet, heaving his legs around his waist.
lando moans, low and whorish, and rich can't get enough of it. can't get enough of the heat that pushes at his skin, can't get enough of the adrenaline that tugs and knots his veins like a ball of yarn. just can't get enough of the way lando makes him lose all control, the way he claws his inhibitions from the depths of his guts and carves a new man out of their flesh.
rich stumbles his way down the corridor, lips stinging and swollen yet unrelenting as it hurries down the thick valley of lando’s neck and bites hickeys into the softness of his pecs.
"oh fuck, rich," lando slurs, body trembling eyes snapped shut and tight. "please don't stop– fuck, yes."
of course he obeys. there's nothing more he wants than to make this feel transcendent for the man before him.
the bedroom is too far, so rich takes a detour and enters the living room. collides, lando first, onto the sofa, fingers immediately tugging, pulling, twisting at his nipple, brain erratic at how lando arches like he's being exorcised. god, he looks fucking ruined.
"gonna suck you off, yeah?" rich speaks, cadence rubbed raw and voice gruff. lando doesn’t reply, places a hand on his head and pushes him down to where he needs rich most. there's no fight, goes so willingly as he comes face to face with lando's dick, musk deep and fervid.
"you're so beautiful, lando," rich lets his mouth run its course, hand grabbing the dick in front of him, kissing the tip as the other jolts and melts into the sheets. the blunt head beads precum, rich wasting no time to lap at it, legs beneath him trembling.
"rich, please," lando whines, eyebrows slanted, mouth ajar, face debauched.
"yes, yes," a kiss down his dick punctuates each one, "i'll give you what you want, baby, i'm sorry."
his mouth slides down, slow, calculating, absolutely torturous. lando's nothing but moans, flesh taut, sweat weeping from his pores. the weight of his cock in rich's mouth is too insane, mind folding in on itself in sheer pleasure as rich sinks deeper, mouth stretched, throat somewhere between hell and purgatory.
"oh fuck, rich— oh my god," he gasps, both hands running through and curling in rich's hair, brown strands tugged and pulled into sporadic peaks. he pushes him deeper, cock sliding into the tight space past rich's mouth, and rich can't help but moan at how lando takes and takes and he's so eager to give without question.
he drags his mouth back up, tongue raking skin and veins all the way, before he plunges back down again. spit gathers at the crevices of his mouth, filthy, dirty, so good, half-lidded eyes watching as lando throws his head back, wailing, sobbing, pleading rich for more.
"keep going— shit, i'm so close, so fucking close." lando doesn't even sound like himself anymore, vocal chords in tatters after spending the past 10 minutes screaming like he's getting paid to do so.
rich can't fathom what he's made of the man beneath him, tongue swirling around his dick, sucking the tip, lapping at his balls. he's never given a blowjob like this, as if he's getting graded for it, but he feels so accomplished, giving lando exactly what he wants and gooey pride cascades through his flesh.
it's when rich deepthroats again when lando tips over the edge. legs spasming like he's being electrocuted, hands urgent as they keep rich down all the way to the hilt, nose buried in the silken nest of hair. lando's chest heaves, flattens, and heaves again in rapid tandem, watches as rich swallows and takes and accepts like his pleasure is what keeps his heart thumping.
he's still hard. sunken into and milked by rich's mouth, yet still rendered plump by the rush pf the blood that never seems satisfied.
lando's far from settled, squirming, hands pressing divots into rich's scalp like they yearn they dig his brain out and and clasp together as they plead for rich to say all he ought to.
"i need you in me," lando croaks, eyes half shut, cheeks blessed by tears. "please, rich, fuck me."
their waltz is many months old beneath rich's skin. he'd always say yes, cry out to some higher power in gratitude as he's deep in lando, that whatever he'd done to deserve this still was not enough to be one with lando like this.
he slips off lando's dick, watching as it bobs right back up and slaps his stomach with a wet smack. the whine that trickles out of lando makes his hair stand on end.
"whatever you want, baby," he's kissing his way up lando's body, "let me open you up, yes?"
he shakes his head, "no, i've done- i've opened myself already just—"
rich is incredulous. absolutely incredulous at how lando just shaves and grinds away his ability to function. slides his hands down between lando's legs and prods the opening, feeling how his hole pulses, soaked, undeniably stretched as much as his fingers could do.
"fuck, okay— fuck," rich's neurons might as well be senescent, "god, you drive me insane, lando, you know that?"
lando moans, rich knows the praises courses its way through lando's vessels like scalding lava. wastes no time to rid himself of the shirt that clads his torso (the 'q.' on his left breast is well acquainted with his heartbeat), shoving his jeans and boxers down in eager haste. he can feel the precum dribbling down his slit, can feel the way lando's eyes brand need into his sweaty skin. rich's mouth waters as the other spreads his legs, arms hooked beneath tan thighs, hole winking, cock ever-throbbing.
rich's heart hurts at the sight of lando bearing all of him with such trust and desperation. he almost falls to his knees, falls and begs lando to tell him why they wallow between something long crossed, and another too feared to reach. and yet, as he clasps the backs of lando's thighs back, beautiful, beautiful eyes gazing back at him as if rich was all he wanted, rich allows himself to indulge yet again, in a man that has ruined everyone else for him. that as he slides his cock into the clench of lando's hole, soft, familiar warmth encasing his dick like a long-needed hug, rich can forget that bodyguard is all he'll ever be.
"god, you fuck me so well, rich," lando moans. he doesn't know how visceral rich's heart collides with his ribcage at that. he wishes lando would shut up. he wishes he keep talking to him like his words are his crack.
rich thrusts in, deep, fast, excavating, body lowered just enough to not crush lando beneath his weight, arms anchored at each side of lando's head. the sound of skin colliding with skin, sofa shifting with the sheer ferocity of his ministrations, him and lando's moans welding so deliciously, it makes him want to weep— all of it shatters rich atom by atom.
"yeah?" rich huffs, hips careening forwards, cock ramming back in, "so good at taking care of you, huh?"
lando nods as he sobs, face debauched, angelic, pretty, "so perfect, baby. fuck me so good, make me feel safe."
rich wants to cry so bad. god, he wants to cry so fucking bad. but instead, his lips find lando's, kissing him like it's his last. ignores how it always feels like it is, but revels in how lando's tongue responds in filthy eagerness, as if he wants rich whole. lando drags his hands down his back, grabbing his arse and pushing him unfathomably closer.
"fuck you're so deep," it's slurred into his mouth. rich swallows it, lets it bloom shards throughout his flesh. his thighs ache like they've ran a marathon, his sweat coalesces with lando's, sticky, hot, dirty, but it's too good for him to stop.
"keep going— shit, i'm gonna cum," lando's wails adhere to his skin, tug at his hairs, and he loses it just as lando's cock twitches and spills between them both. rich pushes his hips so far in, feeling as gummy walls suffocate his dick and drag his climax out of him.
it leaves him shaking, lando trembling softly beneath him too as the wave dissolves away, rich collapsing upon the other completely. feels their hearts knock on their chests, as if communicating with the other by morse code, as if they knew they've found the one that makes them whole.
"you good?" rich asks, mentally drowns whatever he yearned to say instead.
lando hums, fingers tracing paths and walkways and alleys across his back before laying both flat upon the stretch of pale skin.
"with you, always."
rich wished it meant something. meant that he wasn't cast to be a blurry outline in the plane of lando's being. meant that whatever they were with just them both, was akin to what they were to those beyond, too.
a/n;; a little something related to what i've been working on.
it's been 2 hours since oscar's left him on read.
replies with nothing but the augmented ferocity of the vibrator wedged deeply and thickly into carlos' hole, 2 hours away. it's sadistic, he's starkly aware, knowing the other probably had to excuse himself from the meeting he had, unwillingly, been deployed to, and yet he can't disintegrate the heat that curls around his gut at the thought of carlos trembling and sweating, dick swollen in pants tailored to every penny spent, feigning composure in front of his father.
oscar smiles, hiding it behind a propped up palm as he shields his phone beneath the table, turns the brightness down to its lowest, and looks at the video again.
a screen so dark won't show carlos in all his pent-up, frustrated glory, but he sees enough that makes him subtly squirm in his seat. a tanned hand gripping a lighter cheek, pulling it apart and bare to record the pulsing rim, breached by a black buttplug.
it was an impulsive thought, taking whatever they had dwelling between them that step further, and dragging in the tendencies of thinly veiled exhibitionism. carlos had been basking in a world not here after being fucked on all fours, and on his back (legs on oscar's shoulders, notwithstanding his claims of being 'inflexible'), and thus, hadn't noticed oscar reaching into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out what would torture him more than half a day later.
carlos whined when it was finally pushed in, oscar commanding, "don't take it off 'til I let you," then akin to some absurd quixotic, kisses the knob that presses the outside of his rim.
damning, really, the moan that ejects itself from the spaniard's lips at the realisation that he'll be sitting in front of the very man who hates his lover's entire being, with a token of oscar's adoration singing praises into his ass.
perchance, a big 'fuck you', but carlos reassures himself that his and oscar's ordeal was nothing but that already anyways.
oscar watches, imagines the volume higher, blessing him with the heavy breaths of carlos permeating through the speaker, and smirks as the other tugs at the plug, but just as quickly lets it go.
he's so close to cumming, palpable in the way his usually dark brown hole glows red and puffy, winking and quivering around the intrusion, but carlos knows better than to give in. knows that if he slinks back into oscar's hotel room, shoulders lax and balls empty, he'd leave a couple of hours later a different man than he came in.
please
all carlos adds to the attachment, and they're both readily acquainted with the knowledge that it's futile and unwanted. oscar's welded with his choice, and is never one to be uprooted; just as much as he loves seeing carlos lose his sanity, his lover is a masochist.
he types back, shh you like it, quizzacious and taunting, before swiping to the controls and turning it up 3 notches. puts on a timer for half an hour, then slides his phone back into his pocket after shooting him one last teasing text.
the smutty carcar part 2 to the spontaneous norapinto + voyeuristic oscar drabble. enjoy 🙂↕️
"we shouldn't be doing this," carlos pants, skin glazed and flushed red. his hair is a glorious mess upon the pillow tucked behind him, eyes half-lidded with some sort of sex-induced inebriation.
oscar agrees and nods, "i know," a hand sliding its way down carlos peppered chest before taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling it. carlos' back bends and his throat sings a whine— good god, he's beautiful. legs anchored and locking oscar's hips hitch upwards, and it gives the australian more space to lie flat, tongue painting a hickey into the other's tanned neck.
"do you want me to stop?" oscar asks, breathless and fingers tingling with the knowledge that lando could be- is- listening in.
he timed it so perfectly he's proud of himself; riled carlos up on the track til flames licked at his iris and erotic fury made his voice gruff. oscar wasn't expecting it to go so well, afterall his efforts had been subliminal, unassuming, touches and looks so phantom they could be mistaken for being imaginary.
then carlos had pulled him to the side, hours proceeding the checkered flag, and they had fought and insulted until they found themselves taking their altercation to each other's lips, kiss so hot and heady, oscar just knew how it would end.
"no," carlos moans and shakes his head, "fuck me, oscar. please."
he's got what he's wanted. the one thing that he knows would excavate lando deeply because, contrary to popular belief, carlos and lando never had sex. no matter how much lando had wanted.
and oscar knows he's treading unto a path he has no business being on, that there's no going back the second he slicks up his fingers and goes ever so gently because, "it's my first time," carlos had shakily mentioned and— fuck, it turns oscar on more that he's the one taking it and lando hasn't even touched.
he wants to feel bad, for seducing carlos into bed, but all of that collapses the second he's pushing his cock into tight, tight, heat, hearing the way their moans coalesce and watching how carlos' eyes squeeze shut.
"you're so pretty," oscar whispers. so pretty begging for me as your best friend listens. so so pretty, carlos.
then he's picking up the pace and carlos face is flooded puce as his eyes widen at the sheer speed oscar fucks into him with. a tanned hand slaps over his mouth and oscar notices immediately, trailing his grip to carlos' throat, squeezing ever so slightly (but doesn't miss how the spaniard's eyes roll back at that; he doesn't think he'd ever forget.) and saying, "no, let me hear you. i want everyone to know how well i fuck you, carlos."
he's acquiescents, and there's not a doubt in oscar's mind that lando can hear, because carlos is wailing, moaning, whimpering like a whore, tears and spit making his face shimmer with majesty under the dim hotel lights.
"oscar, oscar, oscar," carlos chants like a prayer, each thrust making his dick jump and leak a small bead of precum.
"i know, i know— cum for me," he can barely let his words out, pleasure so insurmountable he feels his legs shake with it.
carlos keens, body arching so viscerally as he gets pushed over the edge, hole milking oscar for all he's worth.
and just as he falls on top of the other's ticky chest, he hears the door of his neighbour slam shut. oscar grins into carlos' skin.
(they fall into bed again. then another week after that, then just 2 days succeeding that. oscar didn't intend to catch feelings. fuck.)
norapinto reunion sex!!! my babies have returned to me !! @landoscarino thank you for the motivation, i owe u !! anyways, hope you guys enjoy xx
he looks different.
probably, for others, akin to the franco who'd paraded his way through the last races of 2024, confidence unperturbed and body more charisma than water.
but lando sees it. had spent too much time picking it apart, then gluing the pieces back together again, worshipping the slopes, the expanses, the peaks and troughs when it was all he wanted to do, even though he had a team to celebrate his championship with.
he sees how franco's lips are a tinge pinker, and not because of the attack of his own. he sees how crevices sharpen, whetted around his nose, cradling his eyes, grabbing his jaw. he sees how, nonetheless, 5 months without them being them, franco looks at him all the same.
"missed me?"
and lando would laugh, because despite their festivities reaching a standstill, they still see each other in passing.
a flash of blue speeding into alpine's hospitality. a flicker of papaya, then an inscrutable mesh of cameras, fans so eager, erasing what once glowed.
but, god, he's missed having him, all for himself, back to where he belongs. beneath, above, within. of course, he's missed it all.
lando grins, so soft, so gooey, as he drags franco past the threshold and into the room. he feels a shiver drag through the other's flesh, and lando takes credit for it, regardless of the gradient between the air outside and the chill that blows through the room.
his arms wind around franco's waist (there's thicker muscle there now. lando's mind goes hazy.), lips impatient and pushing upon another. and lando can feel his brain weep at how good it is, just like the very first time the fell into bed, and way better than the last time he saw franco's face unravel as he came.
their tongues meet, and it's warmth so familiar, his mind goes into autpilot. pushing, twirling, lapping at each other, like men starved at war. lando groans, swallowing the small mewls franco gives him, before sliding his hands down into his lover's joggers, over swells of ass that feel firmer, larger than before, and squeezes. franco moans like a pornstar.
"fuck, i've missed your mouth so much," lando sighs, eyes shut and kisses making a path down franco's throat. the argentinian is pliable, throws his head back without hesitance.
"and my ass?"
lando scoffs, but it's without an edge. he's humoured more than anything.
"goes without saying, no?" lando asks, hands slipping past the hem of franco's boxers and coming skin-to-skin with his old fixation. "you know how much i loved it. made sure you were always open for me."
the memory alone makes lando's cock twitch, blood pushing at the walls of his vessels. he feels like he'd burst the second he sheaths himself into franco, who shivers at his words, fingers curling into his mullet.
"sí— fuck yes," whimpers override his cadence, dick hardening and digging into lando's thigh, "need you to eat my ass again."
"as if i was ever planning not to."
then lando's shoving his mouth on franco's again, this time, reverence drowned by pure need and desperation. franco's pushing him until the backs of his knees collide with the edge of bed, and he falls spine first unto the mattress. legs bend at each side of his hips, bulges pressing into each other, heavy and throbbing; lando already feels spent, done out to hell and back, and they haven't even had one round yet.
their hands are frantic, tugging shirts off, yanking pants down, until not a garment adorns their bodies, and tan skin meshes with alabaster. franco's straddled across his thighs, grinding and swivelling his hips with his eyes shut. heat crawls through lando's flesh, flushing his skin puce and chipping his irises away.
"let- let me suck your dick, please lando i- por favor," franco pleads, and who was he to say no?
lando nods and loosens his grip on the other's hips, "turn around, baby," then he smirks, wicked, "i'll eat you out too."
and he's, honest to god, never seen franco move with such neck-snapping velocity, face full of pale roundness not even 2 seconds later, and a grip so tight on his cock, it feels like his skin would follow off with every tug. his toes curl, hands grabbing franco's ass as he kneads and wills his cock to last.
"it's bigger," lando says, squeezing and revelling in how there's more resistance. fuck, he feels like his brain oozes out of his ears when he imagined the sight he'd be blessed with when he fucks him from behind.
franco whines, wiggling his butt closer to lando's face, "solo para ti," then shoves his mouth down down down the other's cock until the tip jams the back of his throat and lando's moaning like it's been battered out of him.
fucking hell, the warmth that glides on his cock, the wetness that slathers and pools at the base fries every nerve ending in his body, quivering and moaning and whimpering at it all.
he almost loses himself, forgets the task he has at hand if not for franco shoving himself further backwards, lando's nose slotting perfectly in the groove between each asscheek. his response is instantaneous, pulling his butt open and dragging a fat, messy stripe over the clench of franco's rim. he feels the body above him seize like it's been tazed, hole clenching closed and as open as it could get, and lando wonders how he was able to last this long without it.
"you taste so fucking good," lando drawls, inebriated and tongue raining small jabs past the rim in lieu of opening him up, "even better than last time— shit."
the praise goes to franco's head, inciting him to double his efforts and keep lando deep in his throat. the pressure is electrifying, zaps coursing through his balls, down to his thighs. he's gonna die, it feels like such, and he doesn't think there's any better way to go.
two thumbs stretch franco open, and he leans back to assess his work; hole so red and so puffy, it's as if he's been taken and used for hours. perfect, beautiful, lando thinks, kissing the ridges so softly, it didn't belong in such needy fucking, before pushing his tongue as far in as it could go. franco wails.
"lando, fuck fuck fuck," he's full on sobbing, cock out of his mouth, resting on his cheek, "al igual que ese bebé– oh que bueno."
his own dick is neglected now, but lando couldn't care less. franco tasted so good, so sweet, he almost turned diabetic. the man on top of him sits upright, a sweaty hand splayed on his chest and another gripping his hair to push him deeper and harder.
it's suffocating, but lando loves it. can feel the way franco's legs shake, the way his hole grips him like a vice to keep his tongue inside, the way his fingers curl and tighten the closer he gets to falling off the edge.
"fuck, i'm so close, so so close– keep going please," franco cries and god, does he sound so fucked out it's insane. lando pulls him closer, tongue-fucking him as if his cock was doing the work, and he starts to feel franco bounce just slightly. he's about to come.
"fuckkk i'm gonna- shit-"
"let go baby," lando can barely recognise hearing himself, "you've been so good for me, such a good boy, huh?"
franco lurches forward as the force of his orgasm is one to be reckoned with, cum spurting and wet warmth splattering all over lando's chest. his hole pulses in lando's mouth, a tremble raking through his flesh before he slumps down, gasping.
"you are so good at that— fuck."
lando smirks, chin soaked, eyes glossy, "i know... you're still hard though."
a groan. "it happens everytime we fuck, eres adictivo."
snickering, lando slides his hands up the backs of franco's thighs, then gently squeezes. "ride me?"
another groan.
"but you're taking over as soon as i can't, yes?"
"of course," lando reassures, and throws his arms behind his head as he watches franco crawl his way down. he turns, flushed, fucked-out face coming into view, and lando smiles.
"hey gorgeous," he means it, really, but it comes out more teasing than he intends. franco flips him off, before settling in a straddle, wasting no time to grab his cock and sink right down to the hilt.
his brain short-circuits.
"god, franco," lando's eyes roll back, "you're so tight, fucking hell baby."
the heat is all-encompassing, sending licks of fire up his spine, walls so spongy and wet that he has to grip franco's hips tight to ground him.
the man above him sways as he takes his fill, cock-drunk, insides fluttering. lando almost thrusts up, but franco lifts himself then drops back down with all he has to give and lando spasms.
franco's just– using him, fucking himself on his cock like he's his toy, and lando let's him. he always will.
the fleshy smacks of skin upon skin are filthy, bouncing and ricocheting off the walls of his skull. their moans coalesce, harmonise like some debauched hymn, and it's not long before franco sobs and falls forward.
"i-i can't–"
lando shushes him, pressing kisses into his hair, "it's okay baby, you've been so good."
he rolls them over, settling upon franco, then turning him so his back welds with his chest, wasting no time to push right back in. it's deeper, hotter, closer, franco able to rest his head on lando's shoulder when he throws his head back and screams through clenched teeth.
his thrusts bloom sparks everywhere, slow and hard and just sloppy enough that it was intentional. franco could no longer think; slurs out a 'landoooo' as his hand half-heartedly scrambles for the other's, heart fluttering at the feeling of their fingers intertwining.
it's too intimate for mere fuck buddies. the soft kisses that litter his skin, the slow, worshipping fucking, the hand holding. there's a line being crossed, franco knows.
but as his eyes close, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth, barely being able to think, he casts it aside for a him that's not currently being railed like the world's ending.
"i'm gonna come baby," lando croaks, "come with me?"
franco nods, spreading his legs as far as they could, wrapping a hand around himself, tugging until the knot gets unbearable. his body locks up, hole squeezing and milking lando for all he's worth, hearing a choked 'fuck-' before wet warmth fills him completely. his cock dribbles into the sheets, no longer throbbing and completely empty, before lando collapses on him, sweat welding their skins together, weighted heat welcomed.
another kiss is branded into his skin, and he grins as he dozes off.
my contribution to norapinto + oscar, who's more voyeuristic than anything. enjoy
oscar feels so fucking dirty.
yet there's a hand that slides its way into his jeans, cupping his clothed, leaking dick, just as another moan siphons through the wall behind him. he's so hard, every throb hurts, and each pulse that thumps from his boner sends a shameful tingle down his back. throws his head into the pillow as he runs his finger along the slit through his shorts, and clenches his eyes shut as another pleasured sound hits his ears.
"spread yourself for me, baby."
whatever lays between this room and the next is so paper thin, oscar feels as if his being dwells right there, watching as lando grips his lover's hips tight, blooming bruises beneath the pads of his fingers, cock postured heavy between his legs. god, he wishes he was; anything would be better than getting off on the sounds he knows he shouldn't be hearing anyways.
"fuck— okay, lo haré, i will-"
his cock doesn't flag hearing franco. it does not at all and oscar hates how turned on he is. whimpers as a sleazy crawl takes steps down his spine, and before he can even begin to regret, a high, punched out moan slices through and his hand immediately pulls out of jeans, dragging them down his thighs. his dick slaps up wetly, and he wraps a hand around it, just as lando asks for the affirmative.
then the headboard slams into the wall so viscerally he thinks it'd mark a dent, and franco's wailing like it's his first time ever bottoming and lando's praising him beautifully like that is so, and oscar.
oscar's hand is moving so rapidly around his cock, he's sure he'd get friction burn if he wasn't dribbling so much precum.
"oh— lando, por favor, slow down," franco already sounds so fucked out it's insane, and lando's asking him, "you sure?" as his pace decreases.
but franco must've shaken his head because oscar hears the fleshy smack of skin against skin success one after the other with mere seconds between, and he's so so close to cumming.
"you take my cock so well, huh?" it could've minutes, hours since, but his concept of time is warped and shredded, oscar's unknowing.
fuckfuckfuck, oscar wishes it was him.
on top, beneath, bent over, he does not care; all he needs is lando.
"i'm close— joder, i'm gonna cum," there's nothing left in franco's voice, he sounds so drunk and spent, oscar could only imagine how done out he must feel after being split so wide. he's seen how big lando is, albeit passively.
"cum for me, baby, come on," lando's groaning, and for a split second, oscar visualises himself on his hands and knees, hole stretched around lando, the air sticky with their scents mingling, and he cums so hard he's practically vibrating on the spot, chin streaked with his seed and all he can think is, fuck that should be me.
a drabble featuring lando eating franco out like crazy. finally wrote this after like... a month. to the anon who requested it, i apologise for taking so long 😭
tagging: @lyslsstuff
it's absolutely transcendent, the sight before him. fries the neurons in his brain and sends a scour of pleasure descending the nerves of his spine, festering at the epicentre of it all.
franco almost brands himself insane, deranged, at even the thought of having lando buried between the quiver of his thighs. of lando pressing his lips into his perineum, and teasing his tongue, filthily, down to his winking hole.
almost— because lando's doing just that.
arms hooked around franco's legs, forcing them wider and urging his tongue to go deeper and the sounds that slither through franco's parted lips aren't him. they're too raw, too high pitched, so desperate— franco would've covered his face in shame if lando hadn't mentioned how gorgeous he'd sounded.
"dios mío— lando."
every cell of his skin flushes puce, sweat tickling the tips of his nose and the corners of his eyes, fingers clenching the sheets so hard, there's a dull ache that crackles at his joints. and every impulse crashing through his mind cries landolandolando.
franco almost sobs out in glee thinking about every single decision he'd made leading up to this moment. from scratching his signature into a contract that only lasted until the end of 2024, to thumbing out a bold reply when lando was the first to welcome him.
and perhaps the ass eatingwas part of the welcome. the unravelling every stitch of composure franco had, the kisses that felt too intimate, too hot, to be momentary, the falling into bed for the first time after realising how much the compulsion to fuck propelled when the other was near.
God, franco would do anything, anything, to do this again. forever.
"you've gone quiet," lando says into the sudden peace, face out of the crevice of his ass, lips so red and swollen, it makes franco wince. he watches the divots of back muscle shift as lando pushes his legs all the way back, necklace swinging like a pendulum.
franco shouldn't find it so hot, how he's stripped head to toe, every part exposed to the heated air of sex, while lando still has his jeans on. he feels like he's at lando's mercy, big hands spreading his ass wide as he stares back at him with eyes so low, he looks high.
there's no verbal reply franco gives, not that he even remembers what was said as he fixated on the movement of the man before him, but a hand that buries into the curls and pushes lando back down to his hole.
the smirk that instantly bloom's on his face as he goes is fucking damning, and franco swears he almost cums when lando croaks out, "so needy for me, huh?"
there's a fat, wet stripe that rakes over his hole, and franco moans like a whore as his chest deflates, "always, baby. always."
and if he hears lando groan at the pet name, he does not mention it, yet feels the filthy blunt jabs of his tongue increase in pace. he's drenched, revels in how messy and dirty lando loves it: alternating between short licks right over the clench of the muscle, to broad stripes that span from his hole to that flat space just beneath his cock.
god, he feels so done out, pleasure slashing through his nerves, legs quivering as he holds back the growing urge to let go. he's so loud as lando's tongue finds its way inside, flicking into the hot tightness. franco's throat throbs, sore from screaming like hes the protagonist of a porn scene, but it feels too good to stop.
"fuck— lando— mierda, feels so good, 'm close," franco whimpers.
"yeah?" lando taunts, pressing moist kisses into franco's ass cheeks.
franco nods his head incessantly, toes curling as his eyebrows slant downwards, "sí, sí, sí."
he desperately needs something that'll push him over the edge, and it's so sudden, the way his neck feels empty and he's moaning out a "choke me".
lando reels, the noise that comes from him is inexplicable, and his head whips up.
"franco— shit, you sure?"
franco utters nothing, but grabs lando's hand, splayed insanely on his ass cheek, and slides it up his chest before resting it where he needs it most. the weight frazzles his synapses, lando looking at him like he's the gateway to heaven itself, and then there's a squeeze.
something small, experimental, but the way franco's back curves is animalistic.
"oh sweet fuck— you like that?" lando's in incredulous awe, doesn't wait for franco to reply before his mouth is going hell on franco's hole. he's looking right at franco as he clenches tighter, and the argentine loses all strength as his head lulls to the side, eyes rolling back just before he's coming.
cum dribbles down the junction where his torso, warm and filthy, hips bucking as lando laps it all up.
fucking hell, lando's ruined him for everybody else.
"did so well for me," lando sings praises into his skin as cleans franco up with his tongue. brands kisses into his torso when he's done, ascending towards franco's lips and tangling them with his.
they're chest to chest, clammy skin welding with another as lando's hand crawls its way down and fingers push hard against his hole. franco whimpers, feeling shockwaves tingle through his spine.
"mine now," lando says, them smiles, all boyish and soft, before he's devouring his lips once more like a man gone feral.
