🙇 LANDOSCAR OR OSCARMARK PLEASEEE 🔥🔥
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Hi dear nonnie. I know, that ask is sooooo old but I hope you maybe still find your way back to read what I have written for you.
First time writing oscmark so don't kill me if I didnt nailed him in this. <3
Oscmark - curse of obedience | also slight dub-con | mentions of landoscar but not really
Oscar didn't look twice when Lando approached Mark at the track. And he also didn't think about it when Mark munched a few Lemmingtons, Lando staring at his lips before he patted Mark's shoulder and left in the direction of his own driver's room.
On the way back to the hotel, Mark seemed more settled than normally, praising Oscar even if the race wasn't his best one this season. Back in their room, Oscar asked Mark for a bottle of water, and yeah, that was the moment he realised something was wrong. Because Mark didn't talk back, didn't ask Oscar to add a 'please' or something. He just stood up, walked over to the mini fridge and handed Oscar a bottle of water. "Is it cool enough, Oscar?"
There was a furrow between Mark's eyebrows, almost like his brain couldn't catch up with whatever his mouth just spat out.
Slowly, but surely, Oscar puzzled the pieces together. Mark and Lando, the Lemmingtons, the way Lando stared at Mark's mouth like he wanted to make sure he would swallow it all. The fucker
"Hi Mark. Get on your knees for me, please?" The words felt heavy on his tongue. Clearly a 50/50 chance. Either Mark would laugh at him and send Oscar on his own knees, or he would follow Oscar's wish. It felt like hours, his heart almost beating out of his chest.
And then Mark followed suit, kneeling between Oscar's spread legs. A groan left his mouth when his knees hit the ground, a low cracking sound echoing through the room. Mark always looked a bit pathetic, to be honest. Almost like a dog who was left alone in the rain. But right now? It was even worse. And Oscar had to wiggle down on the couch a bit more, spread his legs a bit wider.
At first, Oscar had the urge to be angry. To call Lando, to ask him if he thought that would be funny. But on the other side, there was a pleasant buzzing under his skin. So many options opening up right in front of him. Finally, he could get all the things Mark always denied him because he couldn't imagine being the one on his knees, or the one on the bottom.
This was almost like a present Lando made him. A very naughty present.
His hands shook a bit when he reached up to the waistband of his shorts, pulling them and his boxers down enough so he could free his still mostly soft cock, giving himself a few strokes just to show off, really. And it worked. A high-pitched whine left Mark's lips, his eyes clearly following the movement of Oscar's hand. But other than that? Mark stayed put, on his knees, just like Oscar told him.
"Make it nice and wet, yeah? And don't stop until I tell you." Normally, Oscar wouldn't do that with someone he loved. But Mark? Oscar wasn't even sure if it was love that was connecting him to his manager or more so the fact that Mark was the one piece that felt like home. Someone that was on his side already for a long time. Even if he got distanced, when Lando and Oscar got closer. Every other thought literally flew out of the room when Mark leaned forward, wrapping an hand around Oscar before he wrapped his lips around the head of Oscar's dick - so eager that he gagged when the spongy head hit the back of his throat.
Oscar could have been sensible. Could have told Mark to take it slow. But then he remembered all the times he was in that exact position. Oscar enjoyed it, sure; it felt good that he didn't need to think, just follow his instincts. But there was also always a part of him that wanted more. That wanted to control .
His hands found the back of Mark's head, not pressing, just holding while Mark sucked his cock like he could win a prize or something. When Oscar looked down, a low groan left his lips. Mark already looked out of it, eyes glossed over and his lips white from the way he wrapped them around Oscar's dick. There was spit pooling down his chin, dripping down on Oscar's thigh. It was a sight he never wanted to forget. Especially because he had never seen Mark like that. So easy.
It was almost too easy, Oscar already thrusting his hips up into the wet heat of Mark's mouth, pushing his gag reflex with every movement until the familiar heat started to pool low in his stomach and fuck - he didn't want to stop. But he had to if he wanted to fuck Mark. So he hissed out a "stop" before he pulled Mark away, his own head falling against the backrest of his couch, trying to will his pulse and his breath down.
"Fuck if I had known how good you are with that..."
Mark just sat there and stared, a smirk forming on his swollen lips. Oscar leaned forward, thumb tracing the bottom lip before he pushed it in, pressing the thumb against Mark's tongue. And Mark? Didn't move or flinch at all. Just an open mouth, a willing invitation. But this wasn't what Oscar wanted, not when he had the chance to flip their roles for once.
"Get naked. Get on the bed and prep yourself for me, okay?" He leaned forward, pressing a fleeting kiss to Mark's swollen lips before he got up, getting rid of his clothes.
And Mark? Nearly stumbled over his own feet, shirt and jeans flying through the room before he got onto the big king-size bed, one hand already grabbing the lube from the nightstand. The lube they just used last night for Oscar. The thought alone made Oscar shiver, in the most positive way, his own hand flying to his cock to wrap tight around the base. He couldn't fuck this up. He at least wanted to push into Mark's hole for once. But he also didn't know how long the whole thing would last and what Lando really did to turn Mark into this... walking hole.
A high-pitched moan got his attention back, Mark already on his knees on the bed, one hand at his hole, fingers pushing in and out in an almost frantic rhythm. For a second, Oscar thought about letting Mark ride him. But somehow he couldn't bear that thought; the visual image in his head felt like someone squeezing his heart. So, Mark on his knees, that was it.
And a small part of Oscar was also happy Mark couldn't see his face. Couldn't see how the nerves were slowly getting to him. How much his hand shook when he used it to spread Mark's ass cheeks, looking at his pink hole.
"Be nice and relax for me.."
Literally the only warning Mark got before Oscar pressed his head against the tight ring of muscles and... for whatever reason, there was literally no resistance. Either Mark had prepped himself so good, or he was used to this. Used to be the bottom when he usually took every chance to show Oscar that this was his part, never Mark's.
The thought alone let two complicated feelings bubble up. Anger and jealousy. But neither of them should be felt when having sex, right? So Oscar took another deep breath before he pushed into Mark, still harsher than necessary.
Mark pressed his face into the pillows, a high sob leaving his mouth before he pressed himself against Oscar. Otherwise, he stayed still, almost as if he was waiting for another command. Another anything.
But Oscar was too busy to look down to where he and Mark were connected, the whole length of his cock disappearing into his tight hole, Mark's muscles clenching around Oscar in the most delicious way. His hands found Mark's hips, pointy, and the skin spanned over them dry - but he couldn't care less. Not when Mark launched forward with every thrust of his hips, feeling so fucking good and perfect.
"Fuck Mark, that's... so good. You feel so good."
Oscar could already see stars behind his eyelids, blood rushing in his ears, muscles tense. One of his hands wandered around, found Mark's hard and leaking cock. It took Oscar two good timed strokes before Mark came with a wail, spurting cum all over his stomach and the mattress beneath him. He clenched so hard around Oscar that he came with the next thrust, filling Mark up and riding his orgasm out until he was soft again and slipped out of Mark's used hole.
Yeah, not his best number to be honest. But maybe, just maybe, the curse would last a bit longer. Mark still didn't move for another minute until he shook his head, almost like a wet dog, before he looked over his shoulder.
"Oscar? What the fuck happened, kid?"
