𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 || 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳

we're taking it and sprinting

"Ruin me."

"Lan, baby, Jesus, you're gonna kill me," Oscar groaned, his pupils dilated so that the brown was merely a thin ring, his gaze so intense Lando could practically feel himself melting underneath it.

"How do you want it?" Oscar mumbled.

And fuck, Lando wanted to stay right where he was on his back and let Oscar fuck into him, he wanted to ride the hell out of Oscar until his legs were trembling, but he couldn't. He couldn't because that was just so intimate and God, this was supposed to be no strings attached.

He flipped himself over, Oscar knowing to slide a pillow under his hips and Lando keened, just the fact that Oscar did that without even thinking about did things to Lando that he really didn't feel like acknowledging.

And Oscar didn't mind it, there were benefits to this position too.

Benefits that he wasn't even sure Lando was thinking about.

He rolled the condom on and lubed himself up before lining himself up above Lando, and the Brit already knew Oscar was by no means small, bracing himself for the intrusion. Fingers wouldn't even come close to this, as Oscar slowly pressed their bodies together Lando hissed and tried desperately to relax and allow the penetration.

"Relax for me," Oscar hummed, as if he could read Lando's mind. "You look so good taking it sweetheart, God, can't believe you're mine."

His.

A thought that was equally frightening and enticing. Just sexually, Lando thought. That was the only way in which Oscar could have possibly meant that.

He groaned softly as it began to burn a little, his body adjusting, trying to get comfortable and adapt to the forgotten but not foreign sensation.

He had never taken someone as fucking big as Oscar though, this was something that he had never done and it felt so impossibly good, it burned but the odd spark of pleasure was all he needed to just know that this was going to feel incredible as soon as he adjusted to it.

"Mmh, burns," Lando whined, the words instantly sending worry through Oscar, who froze.

"I like it," the Brit then continued, eliciting a growl from Oscar and he just knew Lando was grinning like an idiot into that pillow where he was so comfortably rested.

"Oh you like it?" Oscar smirked, though Lando couldn't see it. He leaned down, holding himself in place as he mouthed along the nape of Lando's neck, living for every little breathy moan that escaped his mouth.

And then, oh God, Oscar slammed into Lando, sliding home, causing the older man to practically scream.

"You said you liked it," Oscar hummed, so fucking nonchalant as always and Lando wanted to badly to wipe that stupid smirk off his face that he definitely had.

"I think you like this too," Oscar continued, his fingers coiling in Lando's curls and pulling, the hardest he ever had. Lando cried out again, a helpless moan of Oscar's name, followed by a string of incoherent noises.

"Yes, Oscar, fuck, so good," Lando moaned out, Oscar using one hand to brace himself with the other staying tightly wrapped in Lando's hair, now fucking into him at a steady rhythm and pulling at his hair every time Lando seemed to relax just a bit too much for his liking.

"God, you're such a slut for it," Oscar groaned, seeing the way Lando was so eagerly lifting his hips to meet Oscar's thrusts, his body responding so well to everything Oscar was giving him, fuck, Oscar would give him so much more if he would allow it, he'd give Lando everything.