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Lando gave the librarian a polite smile as he stepped into the library, her head shaking fondly.
“He’s on the fourth aisle dear. Get him to rest up properly. Take your time, I still have a bit to clean before I close up,” the librarian whispered.
This had become a common routine: Oscar would go to the library and study until he tires himself out, would accidentally stay there until it was about to close, and then Lando had to go find him and carry him back home.
The librarian was well versed in this routine, always providing Oscar little tidbits to fuel him or informing Lando where Oscar is whenever he arrives to pick his roommate up.
This day, of course, was no different. Oscar was once again studying in the library from the morning till night. Well, not anymore. Studying, that is. His laptop was on, his notebook was open and his coffee (why was he drinking coffee at this hour?) was half full. The Aussie’s head, however, was laid on the table with his forearms as the pillows. Lando couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at the sight. Oscar looked so peaceful. Lando knew sooner or later Oscar’s body would need his sleep, and he had warned the boy not to stay up late every night and wake up early but to no avail.
“Puppy, hey,” Lando whispered, gently patting his back. That nickname stuck after Lando guided him around the school and apartment block, saying that Oscar looked like a lost puppy following its owner. Oscar had scrunched his nose in denial, but it only encouraged Lando to call him “puppy” or “pup” even more.
Oscar let out a small grumble as he languidly opened his eyes and sat upright. He took in his surroundings, a tired whine escaping his mouth, causing Lando to coo at him.
“Yeah, I know, it’s late pup, the library’s closing. C’mon, let’s go back home and you can sleep, okay?”
Oscar huffed, leaning into where Lando was. The older immediately picked him up and made sure both the boy’s legs were securely on his hips as one of his hands wrapped over Oscar’s waist.
Oscar fell asleep in a second once his head was in the junction of Lando’s neck. Lando made quick work of gathering his roommate’s study materials with his free hand and picking it up before pushing the chair in.
He walked briskly towards the exit but not without thanking the librarian. She smiled and waved goodbye, whispering something about “young, sweet love”.
Oscar had always been more affectionate when he was sleepy, or more like he caved into his want for affection when he was tired. Lando knew that, even without Oscar opening up to him about it. He just learnt it on the way, picking up little signs and habits Oscar would do.
Lando was only told that Oscar had moved to England at 14 and he did the rest by simply observing. Moving to a new country with just his mother would require Oscar to have more maturity than boys his age; figuring difficult things on his own, being less emotional and learning to be less dependent.
The Brit wouldn’t let Oscar do that again. He wants him to accept and find help, ask for what he wants and express himself and not feel guilty about it. Lando had always been a pushy guy, but he knew he was going to have to take it slow with this freshman.
He started small, telling Oscar exactly how to do certain things like how the apartment security system works, how to work the washing machine and the dishwasher. He made everything clear and wrote it down, albeit messily, on a piece of paper and handed it to Oscar. He didn’t want the boy to have to figure it all out himself.
Of course with that comes Lando being a playful little shite, oftentimes telling Oscar to get him a drink from the fridge or to “come over here”, each time never failing to add a “good boy”. Lando chooses to ignore the pink flush on the boy’s milky skin and the shy smile that the boy forces away.
The first time Lando tried that, he was ready to take on rejection. He was faced with quite the opposite.
“Puppy, get me a monster would ya?”
He was in his room studying and knew that Oscar was in the living room snacking on some Tim Tams. He expected a “get it yourself” but all he heard was shuffling and the fridge opening. Before he knew it, Oscar was by his side and handing him the can. Lando blinked in surprise.
“Oh! Good boy, Osc!”
Oscar frowned but his face betrayed him, that tinge of pink forming.
“Shut up…”
Lando’s mind was concocting some evil plan after. Oscar had actually obeyed. No complaints, grumbles or eye rolls. He decided to test a theory that he had created a hypothesis on the following days.
He continued to request for drinks when he studied, but not all the times he asked Oscar to do something for him. He’d tell the younger to shower first, go to bed or eat something. Oscar hadn’t hesitated to act on the requests, just nodding and getting up to do whatever he was told. Lando wasn’t all that evil, he’d tell Oscar to do whatever if it means the boy would take care of himself better.
Once Oscar had completed whatever he was told to do, Lando noticed that he’d linger around him for a while, eyes glancing at him as if he were waiting for Lando to say something. Lando knew what he wanted, of course, but would ignore his presence for a while before looking at him with faux surprise and saying “Oh there you are, good boy!”. He’d watch as Oscar’s eyes lit up but hear him grumble.
Lando’s hypothesis was proven right after consistent months of doing so. Oscar liked being told what to do and praised for it, which makes sense for a boy constantly having to think and find out how to do things all by himself.
Lando knew he did something right, despite his unconventional approach, when Oscar had asked him for help one day.
“Lando?” Oscar called him from his room.
“Yeah Osc?”
“Could you please tie my tie? I liked the way you did it last time but I can’t get it right.”
Lando grinned. “Of course pup, come here and I’ll help you.”
Oscar shuffled out of his room and silently stood before Lando. Lando smiled as he stood up, taking the tie into his hands. As he looped the tie around the boy’s neck and started tying, he felt Oscar’s hands hold onto the bottom part of his shirt, seemingly unconsciously tugging and rubbing the fabric between his fingers.
Lando tried to keep his face neutral but it was an impossible feat when he noticed the tilt of Oscar’s neck when he was tucking the tie into the collar of his dress shirt, almost like he was trying to lean into the touch. Lando took his time adjusting the shirt, allowing Oscar to feel the ghost of his touch for a while more.
That was the start of Lando’s second phase: to let Oscar be comfortable with touch and his need for physical contact. That was still a work in progress. Obviously, Lando wouldn’t have this phase if he knew Oscar was uncomfortable with physical affection, but it’s because he can see how much the boy wants it but never asks for it that he wants him to know it’s okay.
He introduced small touches a few months ago, with simple head pats to start. Oscar accepted it immediately, making sure that once he completed a task Lando had given him he’d receive not only praise but a good minute of head pats and gentle scratching.
Lando moved onto cupping his face or patting it, relatively similar to head pats hence it was easily received and requested as well. Then it was hugs. It was only successful if Lando asked Oscar for them, giving excuses like he had a bad day or something along those lines. Oscar basically melts into Lando whenever they embrace and what kept Oscar from slipping onto the floor was Lando’s tight grip on him. As much as he didn’t want to, Lando had to ignore the tears in the corner of Oscar’s eyes once they let go.
Lando knew how much Oscar wanted it but wouldn’t let himself have it. The only time he let himself indulge was when he didn't have a clear mind. In his sleepy state, he’d just lean against Lando and let himself be taken care of.
Like now, for example.
Lando opened the door of their apartment with a bit of struggle as both his hands were occupied. He stumbled into their house and set Oscar’s things onto the dining table. Stroking Oscar’s hair, he gently woke the boy up.
“Osc, hi. Go shower so you can sleep, okay pup?”
Oscar scrunched his face up in displeasure but nodded anyway.
“Good boy. I’m gonna go to bed first, yeah? I’ll make you pancakes tomorrow morning.”
Oscar beamed sleepily. Lando set the boy back onto the floor and watched him take his clothes from his room and enter the bathroom.
Lando huffed out a laugh and walked into his bedroom, tucking himself in.
—
Oscar stared vacantly at the wall as the warm water hit his back, thoughts running through his mind.
It’s been 9 months since he roomed with Lando and they got along even better than either of them expected. Although it’s barely been a year, Lando was Oscar’s best friend in this school. Lando had declared that as well with a matching simple but elegant necklace.
“Thank you Lan, what’s the occasion though?”
“For being my best friend and best roommate!”
“You told me I was your first roommate.”
“So automatically the best, no? And you’re missing the point, it’s our best friend friendship necklace!”
Oscar had hid his face, flustered by the kind gesture and words and Lando had laughed, pulling him into a warm embrace.
Lando made him feel really comfortable, safe and warm. He made him feel younger and smaller, in a good way, as it made up for all the years lost to growing up faster than his peers. He didn’t have to find a solution all by himself, didn’t have to think all the time and didn’t have to be alone anymore.
There’s so much Lando had given him that he didn’t even know he needed or wanted so badly. He didn’t even know how he started feeling comfortable asking for Lando’s help, head pats and praise, he just… did?
Oh my gosh. Did I get Pavlov-ed without knowing?
Oscar wasn’t complaining though, he felt more like a human being and less like a self programmed robot with Lando around than he had in his entire life.
Oscar liked whatever dynamic they had. It had become familiar and safe to be taken care of. Lando had one way or another “trained” him to feel that there’s nothing wrong with asking for what he wants and needs.
What Oscar wants and needs now is a good cuddle session.
—
“Puppy?” Lando asked cautiously as he felt the little tugs on the back of his shirt. He hadn’t heard Oscar leave his room, but he had always moved around silently anyway. “Give me a while, yeah?”
Lando finished dumping the last pancake onto the plate and turned the fire off before turning around.
Lando didn’t expect Oscar to look like that. He didn’t even know what he would’ve expected anyway. But certainly not this.
Oscar’s usually styled hair was mussed up and his bangs were pressed down probably from his pillow, he sported an oversized tee which contrasted with his classic well fitted shirts, and he’s wearing fucking short shorts which were of course engulfed by the shirt he was wearing.
Lando didn’t know which one was worse for his heart: the oversized tee being his, with the embellished LN4 at the front or Oscar’s half awake expression that’s adjacent to a kitten drowning in milk. Meaning confused yet blissed out.
“Morning Osc!”
“Mm, morning Lan…” Oscar mumbled as he shuffled towards Lando, opening his arms and leaning against the Brit.
Lando’s heart melted, hugging him back without hesitation. He prefers another angle of hugging though, so he scooped Oscar up into his arms. Well, Oscar seemed to prefer it too, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth as he wraps his milky thighs around the older’s hips.
Oh dear lord, save me. His shorts are hiking up to a precarious position.
Don’t make it weird, Lando.
Oh god, I’m touching his thighs.
Shut the fuck up, Lando.
Lando took the plate of pancakes and placed it on the dining table and then proceeded to prepare a few cubes of butter and a little cup of syrup with his spare hand.
Once that was done, he sat himself down and rubbed Oscar’s back for a while before saying, “Puppy, we can still cuddle but you gotta eat. Can you turn around?”
The boy sighed and begrudgingly unlatched his arms and legs from the warm body. He scooted around Lando’s lap and faced the stack of pancakes Lando was currently cutting up.
“Good job, pup. Here, say ahh!”
The entirety of breakfast continued on like that, Lando doing all the work as Oscar just snuggled against him. Lando was mostly trying not to shake his leg in excitement from Oscar initiating touch.
Once they were done eating, Lando picked Oscar back up as well as the cutleries and walked towards the sink, setting Oscar down on the ledge as he washed up as quickly as possible, not wanting to leave the boy too long.
They spent the rest of their Saturday like that, never leaving each other’s side. They watched a movie together, or just Lando since Oscar fell asleep halfway while Lando spooned him from behind.
When Oscar woke up again, he felt Lando pressing soft kisses into his hair. He hummed in surprise as he turned around to face the older.
“Hi pup, is kissing okay?”
Oscar nodded.
“Any place you don’t want me to kiss? Neck? Lips?”
Oscar shook his head, leaning forward to leave a peck on Lando’s lips. He leaned back with a shy smile, preparing to turn around again so he doesn’t have to look at Lando.
“Nuh uh Osc, you come back here right this instant!”
Lando proceeded to attack Oscar’s face with kisses, leaving Oscar breathless and giggling. They tumbled around the couch for a minute more before deeming one another kissed enough before getting up to eat.
Oscar had never been happier after. Lando had never felt more proud after. That night, they slept together in Lando’s bed, Lando’s arms wrapped around Oscar’s waist as he dozed off on the older’s chest.
—
Although Lando had seen Oscar open up to him more, the boy was still relatively emotionless. If he wasn’t being coddled, he’d still have his poker face on. Lando hasn’t really seen him express any other emotion other than his blissed out state.
But that all changed the day Lando realised how sensitive his roommate actually was.
“Oscar? Puppy, what’s wrong?” Lando called after him as he watched Oscar storm into the flat and slam the door shut, uncharacteristically rough.
Oscar didn’t respond, only shutting the door of his room.
Lando sucked in a breath as the door slammed. He slowly approached Oscar’s bedroom, softly knocking on the door.
“Oscar, what’s going on? What happened?”
No response.
“Oscar… I'm coming in, okay?”
The moment he stepped in, he was met with the most heartbreaking sight.
Oscar was curled up on the floor, knees to his chest and heaving sobs leaving his body. He unraveled further the moment Lando swept him off the floor and carried him into his arms, one hand in his hair and the other on his waist.
“Oh puppy…”
Oscar cried into Lando’s shoulder, gasping for air as he tried to say something.
“Sh-she yelled at me! I was trying my best! Why couldn’t she see that! Is anything I ever do gonna be enough? W-why does she always say I’m doing something wrong? I have been-” he hiccuped. “-trying so hard!”
Lando’s heart hurt at those words. Being in university for two more years than Oscar, he knew exactly how it feels to have a professor like that. And all Lando sees is Oscar putting in his best effort all the time, evident from the way he pushes himself to exhaustion almost every weekday in the library.
Lando felt guilty for thinking Oscar wasn’t the type to be upset over a shitty professor, but Oscar isn’t Lando, who isn’t afraid of talking back and laughing at the professor's face. Oscar had conditioned himself to stay out of the limelight and endure everything in silence. Lando should’ve known that. Lando should’ve known that Oscar being cold and stoic doesn’t just apply to affection but also the rest of his feelings.
So Lando hugged him tighter, kissed his tears away and whispered all the words of reassurance he knew.
“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are trying so hard, always pushing yourself and I see your effort and hard work, puppy. You are one of the smartest, most determined people I know. Your best is always, and will forever be enough. It hurts me to see you beat yourself up and be so hard on yourself. I see you and I’m so so so proud of you, pup.”
He kissed Oscar’s head gently.
“It’s tough, I know. But you’ll get through this class, you’ll show them what you really can do, yeah? My beautiful, intelligent puppy.”
Oscar’s cries had softened by the time Lando was done speaking, his grip loosening on the older’s shoulders. He sniffled and wiped his eyes before looking at Lando.
“Yeah…”
Lando cupped his face and kissed his nose.
“Mhm, that’s my boy.”
Oscar blushed. “I just didn’t like how she talked to me… I don’t get why she needed to shout!”
“I know pup, I know. Some professors in university just like to… test your patience. Get on your nerves. Try not to take it to heart, okay? Know that you’re more than what they say.”
The younger tucked himself back into Lando’s neck, nodding as he closed his eyes.
“Oh, you tired Osc?” Lando rocked the boy up and down like a baby. “Take a nap first alright, you still need to shower and eat your dinner.”
Oscar grumbled softly before promptly falling asleep.
—
Lando also realised how sensitive his roommate was, in another setting. It was supposed to be a usual cuddle session but with Lando’s teasing, so neither of them really knew how they ended up in bed with their clothes off.
“Wait, Lando, stop! Don’t touch there, it’s-” Oscar tried to explain between fits of laughter before he cut himself off with a quiet moan. “-sensitive…”
Lando had been spooning Oscar on the couch before an evil idea popped into his head and he acted upon it without a second thought. He tickled and squeezed Oscar’s waist the second he saw the boy’s eyelids flutter with fatigue. The poor boy jerked awake laughing and tried to scramble away but Lando had always been stronger. Lando tickled him up his back and the moment he reached out to squeeze the nape of Oscar’s neck, Oscar tried to warn him.
Well, too late.
Both of them froze.
Oscar’s blush deepened the longer Lando stared at him. Lando’s breath hitched as he squeezed once more, with more pressure and Oscar whimpered loudly.
Oscar slapped a hand over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. Lando flipped them over so that he was on top of Oscar, breathing hard. He pushed the boy’s legs apart and saw the tent on his sweatpants. Lando’s eyes darkened.
“Puppy, colour?”
That was something Lando introduced when their kissing sessions turned into make outs that one night they were both drunk. Well, Oscar, ever the light weight, was drunk while Lando was tipsy. They talked about it the next day when they were both sobered up and both agreed that they liked it and would consent for it to continue.
“G-green.”
Lando pressed a knee between his spread legs, revelling in the sounds that were punched out of Oscar and the way his face contorted with pleasure.
Oscar grabbed onto Lando’s knee and pushed himself down on it, rocking back and forth.
“Aw, aren’t you a proper puppy now? Can you come like this, hm?”
“‘M not a puppy, I- ngh!”
“What was that, pup? You're my good boy though, no? Look at you humping my knee like a little puppy, so good for me,” Lando continued to tease, eyes widening at the effect his praise had on the boy.
“Hngh, your… your good boy…”
“Yeah, mine pup.”
Lando fondly brushed away the fallen hairs in front of Oscar’s face, gently scratching his scalp while doing so. Oscar was in a state of pure bliss, back arching off the couch as he let out a mewl, pawing at Lando’s knee.
“You close, huh? If I let you come, could you give me two more later?”
Nodding mindlessly, Oscar whimpered out a stream of “please” and “Lando”s, hips stuttering.
“Mm, go on pup, come for me.”
Oscar let go, turning his head to stuff his face into the couch to stifle the noises that he was making. Lando tenderly detached him and pulled him into his lap, soothing the sides of the boy’s body while waiting for him to come back down from his high.
Once the boy’s breathing steadied, Lando wasted no time pulling Oscar’s pants down and taking his member out, stroking it slowly.
“Mngh, no Lan, too much!”
Lando stopped immediately but Oscar whined at the loss.
“Sorry pup, colour?”
“Green! No, keep touching please! B-but want you…” Oscar trailed off, hiding his face.
Lando grinned, stroking the length harder. “You have me Osc, what do you want?”
“You! Hah, you in me later, please!”
“Anything you want pup, give me one more and I’ll fuck you, can you do that? Be a good boy, my good boy?”
“Yesyesyes!”
The younger didn't last much longer after, his whimpers louder with the oversensitivity of his previous orgasm. Soon, he released all over Lando’s hand with a loud moan and slumped over.
Lando hastily wiped his hand and carried the boy into his room, laying him on the bed as he sat by him.
Oh, the state of Oscar.
His mouth hung open and he looked at Lando through hooded eyes with such adoration in his eyes, like Lando was the only thing keeping him from slipping away. His eyes were glazed over with arousal and softness he’s never experienced before.
Lando smiled down at him. Oscar was his treasure, his oasis for a parched man. He hooked his thumb onto the corner of the boy's mouth and watched as Oscar immediately took the finger in and sucked. Gosh, Lando’s heart probably couldn’t take any of this further.
“Puppy, how far are you? You still with me?”
Oscar looked at him blankly, only smiling dumbly at him while he suckled at his thumb.
I think this is how I die.
“Hah, pup… come back for a while yeah? Can you do that?”
Oscar blinked heavily, whining softly as he nodded. He lazily removed the finger in his mouth and swallowed thickly.
“Hi Lan…”
Lando cooed. “Hi my precious, I’m gonna ask you an important question, yeah?”
“Mm, question. I answer.”
“Yes, good boy!” Lando praised. “Do you still want this? Still want me to fuck you?”
Oscar nodded. “Yeah, want that. Please, Lando?”
“Of course puppy, anything.”
Lando leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss onto the younger’s lips.
“Wanna stay on your back?”
“Yeah.”
Lando smoothly removed the rest of Oscar’s clothes, leaving small kisses on the insides of the boy’s thighs. As he reached over to grab the bottle of lube, he noticed that Oscar gulped and shifted his legs closer to each other.
“You okay, pup? You don’t have to do this.”
“No! I-I want this. It’s just…” Oscar gulped. “It’s my first time…?”
Lando stilled.
“You’ve never done anything?” Lando asked gently, keeping his tone neutral so Oscar knows he’s not judging.
Oscar shook his head. “Haven’t done anything to anyone or taken anything…”
“Oh pup, do you still want this? I promise it wouldn’t hurt, yeah? I’ll go slow.”
“Want this please, want you. I trust you, Lan.”
Lando took in a shaky breath and kissed the boy gently before prodding at his mouth and exploring Oscar’s mouth with his tongue. He took Oscar’s distracted state and nudged his legs apart, settling comfortably between his plush thighs before quickly lubing his middle finger and gently rubbing at the boy’s hole.
Oscar hadn’t seemed to notice the new sensation yet, too far gone again with the way Lando kissed him. It’s only when the finger breaches him completely did he tense up and suck in a breath, breaking off the kiss.
“You alright pup?” Lando asked, immediately taking his free hand to rub soothing circles on his hips.
Oscar whimpered.
“Feels weird… but I’m okay to continue.”
“Mm, remember your colours if you need them, puppy.”
Oscar nodded, trying his best to relax again, a soft whine leaving his mouth.
Lando continues pushing the same finger in and out whispering, “You’re doing so well, such a good boy for me. Breathe okay, deep breaths.”
When he heard Oscar’s breathing stabilised, he slid in another finger and started making scissoring motions.
The younger arched his back, whining loudly, gripping the sheets under him until his knuckles were white. Lando leaned forward, placing kisses everywhere on the boy’s body in comfort.
“Doing so well puppy, such a good boy,” Lando praised as his fingers started curling, searching for that one thing.
“Ah! Lando!” Oscar gasped, throwing his head back when Lando curled up right at the bundle of nerves, sending white hot pleasure down his spine. Lando continued to thrust in that spot, hearing Oscar make all his pretty little noises.
The older retreated his fingers after a few more teasing prods, aligning a third finger and breaching the tight ring of muscle again. Halfway in, Oscar mewled out.
“-low! Mmgh, yellow!”
Lando stopped immediately.
“Good boy, how are you?” he asked softly.
Oscar just nodded his head, tears rolling down his cheeks as he did so. Lando gasped in concern, ready to stop everything the moment Oscar expresses hesitation to continue. He reached up with his other hand and brushed at the boy's cheekbone, peppering kisses all over his face.
“Puppy, does it hurt? We can stop, it’s okay.”
“N-no! Please, I’m sorry. It’s good, I feel good, it's just a lot, feels full…” Oscar slurred between in tears and the headspace he was in.
“Don’t apologise Osc, I’m so proud of you for telling me! Let me know when I can move, yeah?”
“Mm, can move now…”
Lando moved in slowly, knuckle by knuckle, opening his boy up. He still placed featherlight, open mouthed kisses everywhere on Oscar’s milky body, each one laced with warmth and care.
“Ngh, Lando, no more please… want you now…” Oscar murmured, releasing the grip on the sheets below him and grabbing onto Lando’s broad shoulders instead.
“Yeah?” Lando breathed out. “You ready?”
“Ready.”
“Such a good boy for me,” Lando whispered as he pulled his pants and underwear to the floor and tugged his shirt off, both knees bracketing both sides of Oscar’s hips. He bent down and kissed Oscar gently, wrapping the boy’s lips with all the comfort and love as he simultaneously ripped a condom open, rolled it on himself and poured a generous amount of lube onto his length and brought it to Oscar’s entrance.
Lando continued to kiss him as he pushed in inch by inch, tenderly soothing the sides of Oscar’s body as moans and whimpers were punched out of him. Oscar’s mouth was hung open, opening and closing like a fish as if he were trying to say something.
Lando bottoms out, forcing himself not to thrust into the tight heat of Oscar’s hole.
“Yeah puppy? What is it?”
“A-ah, b-big…”
Lando huffs out a laugh. “Can I move? Colour?”
“Green-ungh!”
Lando wasted no time thrusting slowly into the lithe body beneath him. He speeds up when he feels Oscar’s nails scratch his shoulder before grabbing both the boy’s thighs and lifting them up, angling his hips and pounding into him at a spot that made Oscar see stars.
The room was filled with Oscar’s wanton moans, Lando’s groans and the slick sounds of skin on skin. The Brit wraps a hand around the Aussie’s member, his bear paws engulfing the entire thing. He strokes it with the same rhythm as his thrusts and soon, the boy’s sounds pick up an octave as he jerks upwards, rutting against Lando’s palm.
“Hah, gonna come soon pup?” Lando groans as Oscar’s body becomes taut, clenching down on him.
A string of “ah, ah, ah”s flowed out of Oscar’s mouth as he tried to respond.
“Sweet pup, so far gone aren’t you?” Lando grunts, building up his pace on Oscar’s length. The boy keens, clawing at the older’s back as he looks at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck, don’t look at me like that… yeah go on puppy, I got you, be a good boy and come for me.”
One last thrust and stroke from Lando and Oscar was gone, spurting white all over his hand and across both their chests with Lando following seconds after with the way Oscar clamped down on him, releasing into the condom. Lando continued to fuck them through their orgasm, only halting once he hears the boy whimpering from overstimulation.
Lando pulled out delicately, heart hurting with the way Oscar whined, tying and throwing the condom into the bin. He leans down, admiring his ruined boy under him, all flushed and panting, eyes glimmering with emotions yet hazy with submission. He cradles the pretty face in his hands, kissing and whispering sweet words to his boy.
“Oh, you did so well! Such a sweet boy, taking me so well,” he cooed, brushing away the damp hair on Oscar’s forehead and placing his forehead on it. Oscar whined happily although he probably didn’t process what was said. “Yeah, so good! You’re okay puppy, you’re a good boy.”
Oscar tilted his head slightly, his doe eyes meeting Lando’s, a dazed smile forming on his face. Lando smiled back, kissing the swollen lips for all the previous kissing.
“I’ll be right with you Osc.”
Lando came back a few seconds later, bringing a washcloth to wipe Oscar’s body down, making sure he was extra careful with the sensitive areas. He tossed the cloth onto the floor along with the other clothes strewn across and pulled Oscar flush against his body, kissing him tenderly.
The boy hummed in satisfaction, still far from coming back down, but there wasn’t anything to rush so Lando let him float and slowly come back down on his own, grounding him with scratching his scalp. The older nuzzled closer to his precious boy, cuddling him tightly until they both fell asleep.
—
“I love you Lan,” Oscar said softly as he was carried up to the kitchen counter.
Lando looked at him sweetly, kissing his forehead.
“I love you more, puppy.”
“Hey! This isn’t a competition…” the younger grumbled before adding shyly. “Thank you for being in my life and being my best friend.”
“And thank you for being mine too, let’s grow old together, yeah? Together for life?”
“Yeah, till death do us part.”
“…don’t say that, I can’t afford wedding rings right now…”
They looked at each other and laughed. They saw the look in their eyes and knew they were home with one another.
fin.