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Usually Lando spends most of his day around the Piastri household, Oscar's personal office specifically.
Sitting on another desk assigned to him answering calls, scheduling his day, and running personal errands. Though five years younger than him, Oscar is the heir of Piastri family. It's only normal if aside from his post-grad study Oscar has many things to run.
The young master is out now, golfing. Not like he minds. Lando loves this job. Everybody around the household is nice, he can hangout with other workers around the house, his boss is usually chill, and seems like he has the contrast Oscar need. Though considering himself as an introvert Lando is the most outgoing person around, precise, and knows how to run his mouth when Oscar doesn't want to talk at company event. If he needs to employ somebody as a personal assistant, it will always be Lando.
Today is unlike the usual, Lando in his long sleeve quarter zip polo has to drive the golf cart to pick up his boss since Oscar is 20 minutes late from the hour he promised to come back, this noon they have another meeting with Albon family.
Oscar's friends are giggling about how strict Lando is, it's fine, Lando is familiar with them; it's Charles and Carlos.
"I can get ready in 10 minutes, Lando."
"We also need another 30 minutes to make it there with no rush, another 20 for your breakfast too beforehand. Let's go, Sir?"
When the sun hits those green eyes of Lando exposing every bumps and valleys in there, Oscar caught himself adoring it.
"Don't sir me, I'm younger than you."
"They will fire me if I call you kiddo, Sir."
A cheeky laugh from Lando gets a smile from Oscar like always, "Sorry guys, my ride is here," shrugging his shoulder Oscar pretends to be unwilling.
Before he could leave Charles is pushing a smaller can of soda to Oscar, "Aah, come on, this one and you can go."
"I'm not doing this stupid challenge with you, Sharl."
Puzzled, Lando is just watching but then the can shifts to him, "you need him to go, right?"
"What's this?" Lando accepts the seemingly harmless cold can of soda.
"On the count of three we will drink this entire can and whoever holds the burp longer wins a dinner with me."
"I don't see it as a prize," Oscar defends his stance.
"He just needs an excuse to avoid his family tonight," Carlos chimes in, already cracking that can open.
Oh, it is indeed a stupid challenge.
Lando chugs along with everybody else anyway. It's horrible, both the taste and the gas that builds just as fast inside his intestine, pushing up and got stuck under his diaphragm, Lando bent over to let that gas out.
Everybody is burping but he hasn't, he starts to panic and starts to reach on Oscar's arm, gripping it just lightly. A defeated voice slips off him, whining— almost a moan, all of that panic for a mediocre burp, abrupt in laughter along with everyone.
Oscar's eyes are locked to this man, widen just a little bit. He's able to make a sound like that? What other type of sound is he able to make?
Oblivious of what he just did, Lando exhales heavily, hand pressing his chest quivering, "Phew! I'll never do that thing, ever again."
Charles leans on one leg, hands on his own hips, "Looks like you've secured yourself a dinner with me. Don't Sir me on the table, okay?"
Before Lando even agrees, Oscar who is packing his bag interrupts, "You stole my points now you wanna steal my assistant too?" now that stupid challenge is off his way, he can actually leave "let's go. I'll see you guys later."
The golf bag is thrown behind the cart, Oscar is sitting on the driver seat making Lando stands outside the cart confused, "Sir, that's my sea—"
"Get in, Lando."
A little colder than usual but Lando did as he ordered, chin down peeking at his boss every so often.
Watching that cart drives away, Carlos scoffs, " Charles, I think you just got him in trouble."
"'s fine," he crush that empty can of sofa before tossing it back to the cooler, "Oscar needs to figure that out. You see his eyes earlier? Mad ~"
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Oscar is a routine for him. His bossy tone, his awkward laugh, his text at three in the morning that Lando answers at six. In his mind Oscar has bunny ears that flops every time they have to attend a company event; showcase, dinner, everything in-between.
"You don't have to come in," the younger man buttons up his sleeve neat, paying a glance to his assistant for a second.
The said assistant nods firmly, holding a leather bag full of papers, "I will skim your document then. See you in four hours."
".. You think it's gonna be that long?
Lando tiptoe looking for a certain guy inside the meeting room, that guy is indeed there, "there you go, Alexander Albon is inside too. He likes exploring details in every agreement and to me, personally, not like he's a bad person," Lando adds more pauses in his words before he lowers his voice, "his question could be a little digging."
Unconsciously, Oscar is starting to observe every micro expression on Lando's face. So much knowledge about a guy he meets only four times maximum a year. Oscar almost clicks his tongue, "What else? You know his favorite cocktail order too?"
The green on Lando's eyes drift away, he recalls something in his mind, "I don't know the name but sure he likes that purple coloured drink from The Hill."
Oscar stares at him strangely, a bit of it is in disbelief.
"Well," Lando pitches, defending himself over that gaze, "we have been there three times with the Albons, his order is always the same."
".. You keep doing good at that, the Albons will start hiring you"
Whatever that tone is, it sounds a lot like a compliment to Lando, makes him smile just a little, in his head he's doing such a good job gathering information. Lando watches Oscar disappear behind the door of the Albon's meeting room.
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In the Albon residency Lando is waiting on the couch outside the meeting room. The sun is already down, he bites on the sausage bread he packed beforehand, it's always a long meeting with the Albon family.
Blazer out draped on the armrest, sleeve rolled as he's crossing his legs sorting documents on his tablet. On the table he also spread a few maps out separating the one for Oscar to check and for him to archive, Lando is the more organized one.
Bread put aside, he stood up before putting sticky notes on these documents— to get a better view of his entire arrangement.
Suddenly the meeting room's door opens, unleashing a dog to the lounge— it's Otti, the dog of this house. He's about to stand up thinking Oscar will be out soon, but that dog lunges at him happily first.
He had been here many times across the year, dropping off documents to their secretary most of the time. This dog is way too familiar with him.
Off his balance, Lando is thrown flat to the sofa, "God! Otti, hahah!" he tries to tuck that dog away but it steps on his rib instead, "Ggh—!" that painful grunt slips off his mouth just like that.
The collie jumps off not long after, stealing the sausage bread he's just got two bites in, along with the paper bag, "Otti, no!" Lando drops his knee on the floor trying to catch it but that dog is obnoxiously faster.
His rib is pulsing, Lando kneels as he bends forward holding his lower chest, whining in pain hoping nothing is broken inside there.
A pair of legs enters his gaze that has been locked to the floor only for a couple seconds. Lando looks up, it's his boss he fails to realize since when he has been standing there.
"They invite me for dinner, I'm going to be late," Oscar grits his teeth. Lando's grunts echoed in his mind louder than its echo in this empty lounge. His mind is flooded with something that's not supposed to be there.
"I know, Sir. It's the Albon hospitality," Lando holds his thighs tries to get up despite the pain
"I'll be here if you need anything—" but before he gets back on his legs, Oscar runs his hand on Lando's curl, making the older man stays on his knees as his head tilts up confused.
Shirt a little disheveled after getting thrown to the sofa. Gracing Oscar with this kind of look makes him hungrily swallow, he is one impulse away from yanking that curls between his fingers just to make Lando whimper again.
"Don't use too much gel. A little wax would hold the shape better, " it slips off Oscar's mouth just like that.
Sounds like an unnecessary comment. Truthfully Oscar likes that curl to hang loosely; bounce as he walks or peeks under the hat as he tail Oscar on the golf field.
Down there Lando blinks slowly as Oscar retreats his hand, the comment caught him off guard, the oh on his face is loud. Lando nods anyway, lowering his gaze, flustered just a little catching himself enjoying the touch. He finally stands up, "You know, I was about to label your documents for the Leclerc's but there's some point you need to look first—"
"I'm cancelling your dinner with Charles, you're staying with me here," as if he is not listening, Oscar interrupts with an unrelated topic as he tries to fix his tie, "buy yourself a dinner while you wait for me, put it on my card."
Lando stares for a sec before nodding in silence. It's always been like this, Oscar decides for him. It's not like he minds about the dinner, he doesn't really want to go anyway, it's the realization that Oscar is taking over his life, his every wake is for Oscar— Oscar made it like that.
Looking how Oscar do his tie itches something in Lando so he reaches for that tie, loosening it just right before pulling it back cleanly; handling this matter on his own hand just as quickly.
Having Lando this close squeeze something in his chest, how he wants to keep this person around forever, for himself. At this point Oscar is afraid that a rosy tone will surface on his cheek so he turns his back from Lando pretending to skim on the flagged document Lando spreads on the table, "It's done now?"
"Yeah, everything important is flagged. Once you sign it it's done, then."
"Great," short and sweet. Lando nudges a thin smile, still something aches in him.
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Mr. Piastri
→ Mega job on the meeting yesterday. Go clock out early, you deserve it
Lando
Skrrrrt ←
Thank you, sir. I'll have some fun this evening ←
Mr. Piastri
→ What's your form of fun
Lando
Probably hit the club for a bit ←
Mr. Piastri
→ Show me the best club around
→ Don't worry about the tab
Lando
You're gonna tag along with me again? ←
Mr. Piastri
→ What else would that be
→ Do you want me to stop?
Last time his boss tagging along was to a smoothie place he always orders but never visit, this is two different situations. If don't worry about the tab is a keyword, Lando has somewhere in mind. A club that has great atmosphere, clean facility, and experienced bartender— his boss might like this one.
"Wait, take your suit off," Lando yank the arm of his boss down from the passenger seat, telling him to stay in the car.
"Whoa, take me to dinner first."
Lando scoffed as he strips his beige blazer and throw that to the back seat of this supercar, "your suit is expensive, I'm not arguing with the laundryman again on how to wash it."
A fond smile appears on Oscar's cheek as he undoes his suit before they step out of the car altogether, handing the key to the valet.
Still, apparently that's not enough. The first thing Lando does once their entry bands are on is to drag Oscar to the bathroom.
In this dim bathroom Lando casually reach on his boss' tie, tugging it straight off his neck. Without warning Lando undoes the top two buttons on his shirt— Oscar swallows, Lando runs his fingers around like that not thinking about the fact that Oscar nearly lose it. His patience is on the edge, he grabs Lando on the shoulder for his own good.
Those doe eyes look up to Oscar, confused his work got interrupted, "you need some style, boss. Don't worry. You're not gonna bump at anyone on your contact here."
"You've been clocked out. It's Oscar now."
A bright smile grows on Lando's cheek, he chuckled, "Oscar," careful at the spelling, It's been so long since he calls Oscar by name.
Yet it still not looking casual enough for Lando, his fingers slips behind Oscar's belt pulling out the edge of that neatly tugged white buttoned shirt. The tip of his fingers inevitably grazes what's beneath the shirt, when their skin collided all the desire that he buried crawls back up, it spikes his heart rate.
Satisfied with his work, Lando nods, "yep, a little more approachable like this. Let's go."
Honestly Oscar zones out for most of the trip inside, his head keeps rewinding how his hand runs around him. All he remember is he opens a tab under his card, Lando telling him to be less tense, and somehow he's on the dance floor with Lando boobing his head.
"Lando, where's my drink?" he asks Lando that has a drink in his hand.
The music is deafening, Lando pulls the younger one closer by the collar, Oscar can feel a breath on his ears, "yours is gone! It's only been one drinks, can't remember that already?"
How could he remember if Lando is occupying his mind?
Feeling a little cheeky, Oscar wraps Lando with his arms and lifts him. Like it's his habitat, they're so quick to become the center of attention. Naturally Lando knows what to do; wraps both legs on Oscar's waist and arms up to the sky chanting along with everyone.
Under the gleam of light he look up to Lando; big smile on his face singing along gloriously— oh, he's glowing. It almost took Oscar out when Lando whips his head down looking straight to his face, running his fingers on his darkened blonde down to his jaw.
His curl hangs loose bouncing as he moves leaving Oscar's lips parted in awe. The glass full of highball Lando held all these time is now pressed on Oscar's lips now leaving the man with no option but opens his mouth.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!"
It gets attention real quick, everyone around cheers when Oscar empties that glass. He puts Lando down and cough a little, laughing afterwards. The best part is Lando is laughing alongside him. His heart throbbed, why do this one pathetically charms him.
Oscar needs to sit down but Lando insist that renting a sofa is such a bougie thing and robs the club experience. Eventually his face turns a little warmer, the buzz start to get him. Lando is uninterrupted, so behind the smaller man Oscar flops his head on that shoulder, linking his arms on Lando's waist.
Carelessly Lando leans in that wraps, stretching his arms to reach on Oscar's hair aimlessly running his fingers, the environment has turned his switch on, "done already?"
Oscar shakes his head, slowly nuzzling that neck now. It send a giggle to Lando, his boss has never been this clingy, probably the booze.
"Go wash your face I'll take care of the rest," Lando offers, breaking free from the hug. He is busy calling a driver from Piastri household as he closes their tab on his boss' card. They've been drinking, none of them should get behind that wheel.
As they get back to the house safely, Lando stare at Oscar's back that disappears behind the office door— what a hard worker, yet Lando couldn't help but think about will my boss be too hungover tomorrow? Oscar can still walk, just a little flushed on the cheek, he's probably going to be okay tomorrow. From the kitchen Lando grabs two bottles of electrolytes drink for him and Oscar hoping this would make them feel better tomorrow morning.
Casually he barges in to Oscar's room to leave this bottle, thinking his boss might still be in the office only to find out the younger man is already topless and is about to undo his chinos, Lando turn his body immediately as he tries to closes back the door, "Ah— sorry! I bring some water with— you know, electrolytes will help you to feel better tomorrow."
"No, get in."
A little pauses follows, he walks back in to put that glass bottle on Oscar's desk, the room owner sits on the sofa before him— shirt put back unbuttoned pants remains unhooked, his back sinks on the sofa rested. Oscar stretches his palm out to Lando, "Sit down."
Lando takes that hand in confusion since his boss rests in a wide one seater sofa bed where it leaves an empty space but clearly not wide enough for him to squeeze in. As soon as Lando gets close enough, the younger man pulls his waist leading him to fall on that lonely lap. Lando balancing himself ends up kneels on that one seater with Oscar's thigh filling the gap between his legs.
"Weren't you clocked out this noon? Still taking care of me now?" Damn this sofa for not having armrests, Oscar decide to place his hand behind his assistant, on the hilt of his spine— sending visible goosebumps down his arms. It's embarrassing to admit that he feels something from that little touch.
"You have a document to review tomorrow, don't want to be too hungover, right?" There's a shake in his voice but the assistant in him tries to keep him on schedule. Quite ignoring Lando, Oscar moves his palm halfway up his back and drags it down really, really slowly. Lando clench his jaw fighting anything fuzzy on his stomach.
"Come, open up," Lando demands, pressing the rim of his opened bottle to Oscar's mouth. It's the second time today, Oscar think Lando has a thing for it— but no, Oscar dodges it and scoffs, "I'm tipsy at most, Lan. it's gonna be fine."
"Look at those stacks of papers, I'm not doing it alone tomorrow. Come on," the hint of frustration makes Oscar bares his bunny teeth silently giggling. From his view Lando looks unbelievably sexy; two buttons down and rolled sleeves, curls messily shoved back as the gels wears down, his white shirt is wrinkling from the club earlier. He should just give what his assistant wants, so Oscar slid his tongue down the glass rim that has been persistently pressing his bottom lip, surrendering to his insisting assistant that wants to take care of him.
Again, he chugs what Lando has offered. The excess water drips down his thick neck. It zaps something in the elder's mind as his boss locks his gaze on him, he gulped. Maybe he shouldn't be on his boss' lap slowly feeding him water with those hands resting on his spine. Lando thinks he's one wrong touch away from having an erection.
Lando couldn't help but observes the younger's face; his natural blush is on, a little too smiley for the usual Oscar, Lando instinctively purses his lip as he stretches aside to put the water bottle on nearby desk, ready to get down whatever from position he's in right now— still a little worried, is this man gonna be okay tomorrow?
"Don't look at me like that," Oscar interrupts the green eyes that has been staring him down quietly for some times now, his knuckle run to the corner of his mouth wiping the water trail off his face "making it hard for me to hold back."
Lando is ready to laugh it off, anything people say half-lidded doesn't actually count for him but the hand is back behind tracing his spine, under his shirt pulling him closer to his boss— staying on his knee on top of his lap. It is heading somewhere Lando was late to realize.
"Do you fancy a younger one, Lan?"
Fingers directly on his skin really send him an embarrassingly noticeable shudder. Lando squirms on his lap, he should've ran, but Oscar and his touch— it's scary but comforting. He offers a light shook of a head at his boss, not much of a refusal but doesn't seem as agreement either. Oscar tilts his head, "you were pretty relaxed at touching me on the bathroom this evening. Why so tense now?"
Lando awkwardly laughs, "is it a revenge?" because if it is then he would need to move out to the other side of the world for he just felt something out of a touch that's supposed to be a joke.
"If I want a revenge, I can just ghost you and let you cover my schedule alone. You care about my job more than I do," though it supposed to be sarcastic, there's a crack of sorrow as if he already knows Lando is just contractually sticking by his side. Oscar slides his palm to the crook of the elder's neck, giving it a few friendly squeezes, "you have a killer body and nice tan. I trap you here every weekend, wouldn't it be such a waste?"
Probably it's the first time Oscar compliments him clearly, he sounds so sincere Lando couldn't believe his ears. He nervously stretches his shoulder up as the little touch all over his body makes him slouch. Oscar furrows his brows noticing something as Lando's shirt tightens over the chest area— band aids over his nipples?
"Is it alright?" Oscar ran his thumb over the clothed chest, truly concerned about the well-being of his assistant. Unexpectedly Lando grabs his arm as he jolts back, a reaction Oscar never expected.
So he run back at it again— thumb on both of his nipples leaving Lando gasping and folding his torso forward crossing both arms on chest.
"Oscar—"
"Is it hurting you?"
Lando shakes his head again.
"Can I see?" being well-mannered like this doesn't suit what he just did to Lando earlier, this too a behavior Lando cannot refuse .
"Promise not to make fun of me?"
"Now sounds like I will."
"Oscar!"
An amused smile parts on Oscar, looks sweet instead, "Alright, alright ~"
Hesitantly Lando undoes his buttons to reveal the bandaids on his chest, this is the last thing he wants to show to his boss, "this area is bothering me a lot so I just… tape it."
"Since when?" Oscar couldn't look away, glued to the taped chest. Does he know this registered as erotic in Oscar's head?
"This summer?" Lando answers lightly, not quite sure, "I tan too much I think it's the sun."
Oscar fold his lips in, laughing or concerned he is between that— pretty bricked, still. Part of him is thanking the sun and Lando's unhealthy tanning habit.
"See, you're laughing!"
"No, I swear," still, Oscar cannot hold his grin, "I thought you pierced your nipple," as he says his thought out loud, those hands are now running on Lando's hip, pulling him closer.
Lando looks at his boss in disbelief while his lip parts thrown between surprised and grinny for how bold his boss has become, "there's a thought of me with pierced nipples in your head?"
"Only if you're considering one", Oscar makes sure all the button in Lando's shirt is off before asking, "can i see the inside?"
"Like, the.. inside?" Nervously Lando looks up only to meets Oscar that can't seem to get his eyes anywhere but to him. That gaze alone is pressing him, it's the same look that Oscar throws at him when Lando says no to a vegetables roll that's clearly not contaminated by fish. He could stare like that forever, sternly until Lando do what he asks.
Lando nervously peels the bandaids, carefully, he doesn't want to budge the thing underneath. It looks normal, just a little swollen— Oscar never seen its normal size anyway.
"You sure it doesn't hurt?"
"Nah, it's just annoying when the shirt rubs on it," he explains it short.
So Oscar blows at it causing Lando to embarrassingly shudders and grants Oscar a smack to his shoulder.
"Oscar!"
Oscar ignores, he doubles that down by placing a kiss on the chest of his older assistant, showering the skin around his nipple with an attentive kiss ignoring how Lando nervously claws his clothed shoulder.
"Oscar.." getting breathy he is, Lando tries his best to hold his flinching body. Every time he feels that lips on his nipple, Lando wants to fold his body forward— or combust, or something in-between. It tingles and he hates to admit that he feels everything in the stomach.
Oscar is unfortunately careful in slipping that hardening nipple just right between his soft lips, dragging it just a little too slow to stress Lando that start to look like a mess— head tilted down just enough to observe what his boss is doing while he can't help but gasping for he can feel each touch on his unfortunately hardened cock.
Though it's clear as day, Lando still worried that his boss will found out about his situation down there as he keeps toying with his body, yet also here he is squirming in the arms of Oscar yet not refusing it one bit. His touch is foreign, scary, but there's something comforting in it; something gentle, soft, something that's different from his usually demanding boss.
Scary, Oscar switch to the other nipple pressing his tongue against it, he looks up to check on Lando before licking it— slowly, as he if he commands Lando to savor the velvety texture of his tongue.
A whine slips off Lando as his back arching, both eyes shuts but clearly having a hard time keeping his mouth closed now, part of him couldn't believe he's already this big of a mess. Lando anxiously grips his crotch hoping it would behave.
Really, he tried to keep himself together but Oscar wouldn't even give him a break. The haze in his eyes blurs his view, he couldn't register what's Oscar doing to his body but it's clear to his sense that his tongue is still lapping there. Oscar holds his back secure, the man curves along following Lando's body as if he's addicted to it.
He might be.
The arms that has been clawing Oscar's shoulder starts to comb that soft brunette hair that has been invading his chest, his sob almost sound like a protest when Oscar teases that nipple with the tip of his tongue— he's eager with his voice now.
Oscar peels away to pay attention on his creation; flushed Lando who trust his hand enough to leans away from him, glassy eyes staring back at him full of guilt for enjoying the touch he offered. The bed is only three steps away yet Oscar swallows his impulse.
"You like it?" Oscar asks while the tip of his fingers are dancing on his assistant's spine, back and forth tracing the bottom of it— scrambling everything inside Lando even further.
Lando offers a long pause as an answer, he swallows all the shudder he fails to hide. The cheeky courage he usually wears on the sleeve is gone by now, he fails to even hold a stare to the guy that makes him hard. It's weird that he can feel the touch on his nipple all over his body, it's too embarrassing to admit— but God, does he likes it.
Down there Oscar rests his hand on the other's thigh that's still neatly wrapped in a loose jeans, sort of caressing it with a gentle knead every so often, very close to the bulge that Oscar notices a while ago. It doesn't help with Lando that's already nervous, he never considered that his boss wants him, he licks the corner of his mouth as he peek down on how close that hand is to his problem.
"Seems like you do," Oscar concludes the question by keeps running his hand— brushing his thumb on Lando's inner thigh, "show me."
Those green eyes is widened as Lando whip his head back up to look at Oscar— oh the Aussie loves it so much, Lando look like a confused lamb waiting for the watchdog to tell him what to do.
"Hm, you never make me wait."
Those confused eyes shot back to reality, Lando gets back on his knee to unbuckles his belt showing his boss the bare cock that's not only hardened but is leaking of precome.
There's a smile in Oscar's face, almost mocking. Lando is way too embarrassed to even look at that face, both of his palms are covering his face digging to his curls, "I'm sorry.." he murmurs.
Oscar wants to bully his assistant so, so much. Perhaps jerking him off in front of the mirror? Making him taking his dick in the mouth while he stroke that leaking cock with his foot? Again, Oscar stops his mind taking over.
"Don't worry," Oscar, for a few time in his life, doesn't sounds demanding. Instead he guides those hand that has been covering his pretty lamb to his cock behind his unhooked pants.
Naturally Lando stretches his neck as Oscar starts to going on it, giving it attention and somewhat marks— he doesn't care, having him close makes everything alright. His trembling hand is busy grabbing their cock together. He could feel every flesh and veins of Oscar's pressed against his— making him wonder what it feels like to be stuffed by this on the bed that's just three steps away from this single couch.
Lando arches his back as he calls Oscar's name between his hitched breath, the twirl on his nipple makes Lando looks like he has been fucked silly with flushed cheeks and barely coherent speech getting interrupted by his own moan.
He could hear Oscar grunts for every strokes on their cock, then his boss leans back exhaling heavily— one hand is already caressing the side of Lando's body pooling in his chest as his thumb is brushing over his nipple almost makes Lando flinches away, but this time he's giving in to the pleasure letting it run down his body, shamelessly protesting in-between his whine that Oscar is too cruel yet affirming the touch after with his equally breathy voice
"Good.. Keep going," Oscar huffs out his praise, his hand is on Lando's cock right now stroking it just as good, the difference is his thumb is pressing the tip covering the only route for Lando to cum. Lando is already a mess, almost sobbing; that glassy eyes finally rolls down his cheek leaving a trail that makes Oscar wants to make those tears roll out with pleasure. Eventually his head falls on Oscar's shoulder still moaning on how such a bully Oscar is yet he is not refusing it one bit— barely coherent, he tries his best to keeps his stroke steady.
"Osc— ahh.. Let me go I'll be- I'll be good I'll be good— I'm close Oscar.. I'll be so good— sir, plea— shh.." Lando grits his teeth between his dragged out moan, nuzzling even harder on the shoulder in front of him. The thought of spurring out his semen on the hand that he could never imagine holding only turns him on even more— but he can't yet, seems like Oscar still wants to play with him a little longer, which he glad at.
Oscar pushes him a bit, he goes for the neck up to his ears— giving it a light graze to his teeth melting Lando almost immediately, "you're so pretty messed up like this… Do you want me to stop? I can't let you go yet.."
The word breathed directly to his ear almost makes him cum, Lando bits his lip nervously but his whine still manages to slip off. He nods, tomorrow Lando needs to find a way to face his boss but tonight Lando will cling into his disheveled sleeve and shyly moans his name.
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