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Oscar was an alpha, but that didn't stop him from wanting Lando.
He'd presented at the average age — nothing special or interesting. It'd been a normal presentation. No causes for concern or anything irregular. He was an alpha. He'd had no problems with being an alpha. He'd had all the childhood markers for it despite both of his parents being betas. His younger sister Hattie had presented alpha too. Genetics could be weird.
Oscar didn't really put much thought or importance into it. His secondary sex didn't really matter. It didn't work against his career at least. Formula 1 — and racing in general — was mostly an alpha sport, but the other dynamics had made a presence too. Nonetheless, alpha drivers were more common. Alphas had a tendency to seek out the adrenaline of racing more. With ruts being more infrequent than betas and rut suppressants being more reliable, alphas were also more popular amongst teams and investors.
Of course, there was always a risk in pairing two young alphas as a teammate pairing, but the statistics showed better results so many teams took the risk of the drivers butting heads.
Oscar's calm demeanor made him a more attractive prospect. He was an alpha who had the drive and the instincts to win back to back championships in F3 and F2, but he was also calm and even enough to have good chemistry with all of his previous teammates. McLaren took a chance on him, and Oscar would like to think that it'd paid off.
Lando was an alpha. He'd been newly presented when he'd made it to F1, and with his two previous teammates being older betas, Lando had kind of been treated like an excitable puppy. He was babied a bit, the darling of the team. It meant he didn't exactly act like all the other alphas on the grid, but that didn't make him any less of an alpha.
Oscar and Lando were close enough in age that Oscar had essentially been able to watch Lando's junior career blaze. They'd never really crossed paths directly, and Lando hadn't had a reason to pay attention to him. But Oscar had paid attention to Lando.
The Brit had been so small and had pretty enough features that most had expected him to present as an omega. As he got older and the window for a male omega presentation closed, the assumption shifted to beta. Him presenting as an alpha had been a bit of a shock.
It hadn't changed anything about Oscar's fascination with him.
Oscar's friends had called him a bit strange for his borderline obsession. It wasn't like Lando was a world champion like Michael Schumacher, Fernando Alonso, or Lewis Hamilton's, so admiring him so much didn't really make sense to the others. Oscar just shrugged it off.
Lando was pretty for an alpha. He wasn't even the first alpha that Oscar had had a crush on — because it was undeniably an embarrassing crush — but he was not about to admit to the other crush.
He never thought that it would amount to anything. Most alphas — especially the male ones — were straight after all. Oscar himself didn't really concern himself with labels. He liked who he liked, and much to his chagrin, that was Lando. It was embarrassingly really. Lando was objectively a pretty embarrassing person.
He'd seen Lando with female omegas and betas alike on his arm. He'd always assumed that that was just who Lando was attracted too; small pretty things with delicate features and softness.
AKA, nothing like Oscar.
Oscar who was taller than Lando, broader. And most importantly, Oscar was a male alpha.
He would take what he could get. Being Lando's teammate was already more than he'd imagined that he'd get. So he smiled and laughed, and just basked in being around Lando. Joining McLaren had been rough, but he wouldn't have changed a thing. He was a Formula 1 driver, a race winner, and now he was the first Australian championship leader in 15 years.
And he did it with Lando and his horribly endearing heart shaped smile at his side. How could Oscar complain?
He thought he'd done a pretty good job at hiding his crush. Who expected an alpha to have a crush on another alpha? He brought his good friend Lily to the occasional race (letting her make some good engineering connections) and let the rumour mil take care of it. So what if he often gave Lando 'heart eyes'?
He thought he got away with it too. He was content to just… pine in silence. What else could he do?
Then Lando had just shown up at Oscar's Monaco apartment out of the blue in the week between being at Woking for work and having to leave for the Miami GP.
At first, Oscar had just thought that Lando was like, bored or lonely or something. He kind of just waltzed into Oscar's apartment and made himself at home. He rummaged through Oscar's cupboards and made horrified noises at some of the messier spots in his apartment. He'd watched in vague horror as Lando actually cleaned.
Most alphas would not be okay with another alpha 'entering their territory' and then messing around with their stuff. Alphas could be territorial about their homes and their stuff. Oscar hadn't really been. He'd grown up in boarding schools so every 'den' had always felt temporary — not his. This apartment was technically the only one that was really his. He'd purchased the apartment outright, not wanting to rent in the UK anymore. So really, he should have reacted more to Lando's invasion.
But it was Lando. Oscar had always been weird about Lando.
Eventually, they ended up on Oscar's moderately shitty couch, watching some kind of movie on Oscar's beat up laptop. Oscar fully expected that to be the extent of it, but then Lando threw his legs into Oscar's lap, effectively trapping Oscar in his seat. Oscar may be larger than Lando, but Lando was still stronger. Sharp hard lines where softness still lingered on Oscar.
Oscar mentally blue screened. Just a little.
Lando's legs were heavy and warm. He could feel the way heat exuded off of him even through the layer of clothing between them. They were muscular, and Oscar couldn't help but stare wide eyed at them.
"So Osc," Lando said casually, reaching forward to close Oscar's laptop. It left them in a heavy, weighted silence. "I see the way that you look at me."
Oscar froze. "What?"
"Come on," Lando laughed, only a little meanly. "You can't actually think that you were subtle. Practically every social media that we have is just full of videos of you staring at me, Oscar 'heart eyes' Piastri."
And of course the only thing that Oscar's brain could come up with to say in response was "you watch the social media videos?"
Lando reached out and smacked Oscar's shoulder. "You like me," he said smugly.
Oscar swallowed thickly, shifting awkwardly beneath Lando's legs. He was glad that his hands were trapped under his own thighs. He wouldn't know what to do with them otherwise. "Lando—"
In a flash, Lando was moving. He pulled his legs from Oscar's lap and launched himself across the couch until he was on Oscar, boxing him into a corner. One of his hands gripped Oscar's jaw by his chin, forcing him to look up at Lando.
"You want me," Lando said, his gaze intense. He didn't let Oscar look away. Oscar's mouth felt dry.
"Lando—"
"What would you do if I kissed you?" Lando interrupted him. His pupils were dilated, his eyes nearly black. Oscar's mouth fell open slightly as he stared at Lando. He felt like he was unable to form words. He didn't know what was happening or how to respond.
Was Lando trying to bully him? Tease him about his unrequited feelings? Was this championship mind games?
Lando didn't give him the chance to think, instead he leaned forward and then he was kissing Oscar.
His lips were slightly chapped, and Oscar could feel how his stubble scratched against his smooth shaven jaw. Lando's hand had moved form his chin to cradle his jaw; it was big enough to span from his chin all the way to his ear. Lando held Oscar's head completely still, at his mercy.
Lando deepened the kiss, licking into Oscar's mouth insistently. Oscar was helpless to do anything but let Lando push into his mouth. The other alpha tasted sweet, his sharp teeth nipping at Oscar's lips periodically. Lando kissed with enthusiasm, like he just couldn't get enough of Oscar. It was intoxicating.
After what felt like both forever and yet not enough, Lando pulled away. Oscar gasped harshly, eyes fluttering open. He hadn't realized that he'd closed them. He hadn't realized he's topped breathing either.
Lando panted into Oscar's open mouth, his eyes wild. He seemed to almost wait for Oscar to say something, or maybe for him to push Lando off, but Oscar remained frozen beneath Lando.
The older alpha's hand slid from his jaw to the back of his neck, squeezing. He was testing Oscar's limits, seeing what would set off his instincts. He was still an alpha, and he hated having the back of his neck scruffed as much as any other alpha. He tensed, but he fought down a more extreme reaction. It was just Lando and Lando was always challenging him to try and get a reaction out of him. He got a kick out of breaking Oscar's composure.
"Even now, so in control," Lando mused, giving Oscar's neck another squeeze. It wasn't enough force to scruff — certainly not enough to affect an alpha — but it was reminiscent enough. Lando's hand moved up to thread his fingers through Oscar's hair, mussing it up. "I'll break your composure."
Oscar hadn't heard Lando talk quite like this before. His voice was much deeper than his normal lilting tone, husky and just a bit breathless. It made warmth pool in Oscar's stomach. Oscar's eyes fluttered shut as Lando tugged a bit on his hair.
"You gonna be easy for me, Osc?"
Oscar was embarrassed at the whimper that left him at that. He didn't dare open his eyes, especially not when Lando tugged harder on his hair, tipping Oscar's head back further. His lip curled a bit though at the feeling of his neck being exposed.
Lando's next breath was shaky, but that didn't stop him from taking Oscar's mouth back into another overwhelming kiss.
Oscar whimpered again, sort of just… melting into Lando's hold. It felt so much better than he'd ever dared dream. Lando was eager to take advantage of how pliant Oscar was, and Oscar felt his other hand wandering over his torso, groping his pecs and waist.
Lando's hand held firm in Oscar's hair, holding his head in the same pulled back position even as the older alpha broke the kiss again. This time though, he didn't pull away completely. Instead, he shifted and began kissing across Oscar's jaw. He traveled up to his ear, nibbling at the lobe.
"No marks," Oscar gasped. His voice was barely audible, the breath stolen from his lungs and he'd yet to recover.
He was reworded pretty immediately with Lando biting down harshly at the corner of his jaw and sucking hard. Oscar moaned at the feeling.
"What, you don't want anyone to know that you let another alpha mark you up?' Lando bit into his skin. "Don't want the team to know that you were slutting it up during your days off?"
Oscar bit his lip. "Lando."
"You're just going to let me do whatever I want?" Lando dug his teeth into a different patch of skin on Oscar's neck.
Oscar closed his eyes, biting his lower lip at the feeling. It was like an itch in the back of his mind. There was another alpha who had his teeth in his neck. It would be so easy for him to just rip Oscar's throat off. It simultaneously made him freeze and want to press into it. It felt good albeit primal. It made him feel just a bit fuzzy.
"Yeah," he whispered, like he was afraid of breaking the fragile thing between them.
Lando's fingers clenched tightly in Oscar's hair. "Where's your bedroom?"
Oscar swallowed. "Second door on the left."
That was the only cue that Lando needed, because suddenly he was off of Oscar and manhandling him off the couch and into the hallway. Oscar stumbled dumbly after the smaller alpha. Things were happening way too fast for him to keep up with.
Lando liked him back?
They crashed through Oscar's door, Lando shoving him onto the bed with surprising determination and strength. Oscar had just enough wherewithal to be glad that the one spot he'd made an effort to clean before Lando had shown up was his bedroom as neither of them were tripping over mysterious piles.
Oscar was practically thrown onto the bed, Lando following only moments after. He crawled on top of him, kissing him furiously again. This time Oscar melted into the bed, opening his mouth and tentatively running his tongue over Lando's lips. He had access to his hands now, but he didn't really know where to put them. He settled for sort of resting them around Lando's waist. It wasn't as trim as his own, but that didn't make it a bad waist. It let him feel every breath the older took as well.
Lando rucked up Oscar's t-shirt, his large hands greedily grabbing for every inch of skin he could reach. He broke the kiss only long enough to yank his own shirt up and over his head, throwing it somewhere. Then he pulled Oscar into another furious kiss.
Oscar felt like he was drowning a bit. His eyes fluttered open as he moved his hands upward over the planes of muscle as they shifted. Lando dug his fingers into Oscar, nipping at his bottom lip and groaning deeply. The sound made Oscar's cock twitch in his pants.
"God, you're pretty like this," Lando rasped, pulling back to stare into Oscar's eyes. "Beneath me."
Oscar panted, pushing into Lando just a bit. He wasn't really fighting Lando's weight, more so teasing that he could. Lando growled a bit, leaning more of his weight onto Oscar.
"Tell me 'no' and I'll stop," Lando breathed as he scraped his teeth against Oscar's Adam's apple. He tugged at the neckline of Oscar's shirt, exposing Oscar's collar bones. Oscar's fingers dug into Lando's back.
He didn't say 'no'.
He wanted this, even if it wasn't conventional or what he was supposed to want.
He was selfish. Formula 1 drivers had to be. Lando was offering up what Oscar wanted on a silver platter. How could he refuse?
Lando tugged at Oscar's shirt, finally unlatching his mouth from Oscar's skin long past when he was sure that it would bruise. So much for no marks. Oscar could only hope that they'd disappear quickly.
Oscar squirmed, doing his best to help Lando remove his shirt, but he got just a bit trapped. Lando left him to fight the garment, instead moving down Oscar's body so that he could yank down Oscar's shorts and underwear in one go.
Oscar's cock sprung up and slapped him in the stomach with a loud 'plap'. Oscar flinched at the feeling, not having realized how hard he was, and now Lando could see it.
Lando knelt up, shuffling so that he could rip his own pants off. Oscar wasn't paying enough attention, finally ripping his shirt off completely. Now they were both completely bare, Lando kneeling above Oscar's hips.
Oscar stared up at him with wide eyes, trying to take in everything he could. He'd known that Lando was beautiful, but it was another thing entirely to see him naked. He was stockier than Oscar remembered from the other times that Oscar had seen him shirtless. Chiseled muscles and taught bronzed skin. His cock was curved up near his hip. He was thicker than Oscar, although much the same length. It was a real alpha cock almost like the ones that Oscar had seen in porn. It was flushed, the tip red and dripping. Oscar could even see where his knot would form at the base, nestled against a neatly trimmed nest of pubes.
Oscar's mouth watered at the sight embarrassingly. Of course, Lando picked up on it right away.
He jerked his hips, making his cock bob in the air tantalizingly. "Like what you see?" Lando wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk steadily growing on his face.
Oscar groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I can't believe you said that."
Lando snorted. "Where's your lube."
Oscar didn't bother with the charade of pretending that he didn't have lube. He was a single male alpha. Of course he had lube.
"Right side table drawer," he answered.
"Ha! Basic."
Oscar peeked out from behind his hands, watching as Lando dove for the drawer. He resurfaced with the half empty tube of lube, smiling triumphantly. Oscar couldn't help but giggle a bit at how goofy Lando was. Even as he'd been so dominant earlier, he was still Lando at his core. It made a small part of him untense, albeit just a bit
It was just Lando.
Lando popped open the cap of the lube with a well practiced movement. He dripped lube directly onto his own cock, spreading it with his hand. He dropped the lube onto the bed somewhere before crawling over Oscar again.
"Can I touch you?" Lando breathed as he hovered over him.
"Yeah," Oscar replied, equally as quiet.
Lando ground down his hips, his wet cock rubbing against his own. Oscar threw his head back, gasping at the feeling.
"Good?" Lando asked breathily.
Oscar nodded numbly. It felt so good. He'd had no idea that it would feel this good. He inhaled sharply as Lando reached down and wrapped his lube-slick hand around Oscar, only adding to the sensation.
Oscar wasn't small. He was still an alpha after all. He felt small in Lando's hands though. He didn't outright disappear, but it made him wonder what it would feel and look like if he wasn't an alpha. Would Lando's hand completely envelope him if he were an omega?
He couldn't resist the urge to look down, letting out a helpless moan at the sight. His skin looked so pink next to Lando's tan skin. It was an even more lovely contrast than their normal skin contrast. It left Oscar a bit breathless.
Lando was also looking down at where he was slowly stroking Oscar. His face was almost awed. Like he couldn't believe that he was actually here, touching Oscar. Whether that was because it was Oscar or just another alpha, he didn't know. It didn't really much matter now, right?
"God, you're so pretty."
Oscar whimpered, unable to tear his eyes away from where Lando was stroking his cock. "Lando—" he choked.
Lando rubbed his thumb over Oscar's tip, spreading his precum. He gave one last stroke before letting go of Oscar. Oscar opened his mouth to say something — maybe even complain — but then Lando's hand was back, only now he had both his and Oscar's cocks in his grip.
Oscar whined pitifully at the hot slick feeling. It was even better than the brush that he'd felt earlier. It was so warm, so good. He didn't know what to do with himself. His hips twitched helplessly, trying to fuck up into Lando's hand. His other hand quickly found Oscar's hip, holding him down and preventing him from doing all that much movement.
That didn't stop Lando from moving though. He kept his hand in a loose fist and fucked into it instead, rubbing his slick cock against Oscar's.
Oscar moaned, throwing his arms over Lando's shoulders and around his neck. He threaded his hand and fingers into Lando's mop of curly hair, guiding Lando's face back towards his neck. Lando eagerly latched onto Oscar's scent gland, mouthing at it.
It was just a simple hand job; he had no idea why it felt so good. It just didn't make sense. All he knew was that he didn't want it to end.
Eventually, it became too much and he felt the base of his cock — his knot — begin to swell.
"Close!" he gasped, tugging at Lando's hair.
He made a wounded sound when suddenly, Lando's hand and cock were gone. Lando pulled back to look Oscar in the eyes. He didn't dislodge Oscar's hand though, still staying close.
"Let me fuck you," he demanded. "I promise I can make you feel so good, I promise. I'll take care of you."
Oscar didn't have it in him to say it out loud, but he did look Lando in the eyes — something that could even be perceived as a challenge between two alphas. He nodded once, crisp and sharp.
Lando's answering smile was blinding. His eyes remained dark and hungry thought. Lando gently pulled at Oscar's hold, letting Oscar's limbs fall loose and limp onto the bed. Lando then reached for the lube again, shuffling off of Oscar in order to then situate himself between Oscar's legs. He tapped the inside of Oscar's thighs gently, a silent cue to spread his legs.
Lando helped him situate a bit, spreading his legs and even shoving a pillow that he'd grabbed from somewhere under his hips and ass. It tilted his pelvis just a bit. Oscar wondered where he'd learned this.
The older alpha squeezed lube onto his fingers, rubbing it around to warm it up. Then he placed his non sticky hand on Oscar's pelvis to steady him as he trailed his lube-slick fingers down past Oscar's drawn up and sensitive balls.
Oscar closed his eyes, relaxing into the bed and doing his best to focus on the feel. Lando's fingers circled his furled rim, gently massaging the skin until it unconsciously winked at him. Then Lando was pressing a single slick finger into him.
It was one thing to see how big his hands were, and another thing to feel it. His fingers were definitely as long as some men's cocks. It wasn't thick thankfully, so Oscar didn't really feel a stretch. He just felt the slight burn as the finger slid deep. It made him want to choke, but he knew that it wasn't really that deep. It was just a finger after all.
He kept quiet and still as Lando experimented with sliding the single finger in and out of him. He felt the way the Brit's knuckles ground against his rim.
"Opening up so well for me," Lando said. He slipped in another finger on the next thrust catching Oscar momentarily off guard. He flinched, clenching down before remembering himself. Lando didn't comment on it, just slowly fucking Oscar with his fingers.
He could feel the stretch now. It wasn't yet painful at least. It just felt strange. He didn't know what to make of it. He didn't dislike it, it just wasn't good yet.
He knew that plenty of people liked to be fucked. Knew that it had to feel at least somewhat good. Maybe it was him that was the problem. He knew it couldn't be that he didn't like alphas. Lando jerking the both of them off earlier had been magical. Maybe he just wasn't that into getting fucked.
People had preferences like that. It didn't mean that he didn't want Lando inside of him. He just… well maybe it would be something he endured for Lando.
He could do that. He knew he could.
That was when Lando curled his fingers and suddenly Oscar was seeing stars. He made a strangled noise, his upper body jerking up in a strangled noise, his upper body jerking up in response to the feeling. Lando's grip on his pelvis kept his hips from moving enough to dislodge the alpha's fingers, so the burst of pleasure just continued.
He choked and gasped on the feeling, the small moan that he was able to get out came out somewhat broken. It was a pathetic little sound, but Lando's secured to find delight in it. He dug his fingers in farther, pulling out more humiliating noises from Oscar.
"I told you I'd make you feel good," Lando said smugly. "I knew you would like this."
Oscar peeled open his eyes, shooting a glare down between his legs at Lando. He did not need to be so smug. Not at all.
Lando's smile only grew to Cheshire Cat levels as he fucked into Oscar with intent now. He wiggled and spread his fingers every now and again, pressing at that one spot inside of him that made his whole nervous system light up. Oscar was so worked up that he almost didn't feel it when Lando slid a third finger inside. Almost.
Lando now had him open pretty damn wide. Three of Lando's fingers was no small feat. They were long and wide, and Oscar's poor rim burned under the strain.
Oscar couldn't stop the small sob that left him as Lando eased his fingers out of his hole. "Lan—"
"Shh," Lando shushed him. "I can't fuck you if I don't pull my fingers out."
"Oh."
He watched as Lando re-slicked his cock with frankly an almost absurd amount of lube. Oscar was grateful though. Lando may have been able to get three fingers into him, but at the end of the day, Oscar was still an alpha. He produced no slick of his own to ease the way and his muscles were much more reluctant to open up. He'd need all the help that he could get to take Lando.
Lando shuffled forward, his cock bobbing in the air. He bent and spread Oscar's legs, slipping his own knees and thighs under Oscar's. He didn't offer to turn Oscar over onto his stomach, and Oscar made no more to turn either. It would be easier for him to take it — he knew that the angle would be better — but he hated the idea of how impersonal it would be to not see Lando.
It seemed that similarly, Lando wanted to see his face too.
Lando's hands settled onto his hips, his thumbs pressing into the delicate skin that dipped between his hip bones and his cock. Lando's eyes flicked up, meeting Oscar's gaze.
"Okay?"
Oscar nodded.
The head of Lando's alpha cock nudged against his loosened and slick hole. For a moment, Oscar held his breath, and then Lando popped inside. He pushed in in one smooth overwhelming motion. Oscar felt it so deep that it felt like it pushed up on his diaphragm. It forced the air out of his lungs, leaving him gaping, head tilted back toward the wall.
He barely registered the feeling of Lando's hips against his ass as he bottomed out. He was too focused on how three fingers absolutely did not feel like it was enough. The stretch was immense. He could barely comprehend that it had actually fit inside of him. It just seemed so impossible that there was enough space inside of him. Didn't he have organs or something?
Lando remained still inside of him, letting Oscar have some time to adjust. He didn't really think that any amount of time would be enough. His insides fluttered and spasmed around Lando desperately trying to reconcile this new thing inside of him.
He inhaled shakily, fighting his body's urge to tense and clamp down, squeezing on Lando would only make it here. He needed to breathe.
Lando moved a hand from his hip to pet gently over his side, feeling the shaky and shallow breathes he was taking.
"You're doing so well," Lando soothed. "Took all of me like you were meant for it."
"Full," Oscar whispered, a touch of franticness in his tone. His eyes were wide as panic just… began to grow inside of his chest.
It was already so much. He didn't know how he was going to handle when Lando began to move and actually fucked him. He was an alpha. He wasn't meant to take cock like this. It was too much.
Lando cooed sweetly, leaning down so that he could press a gentle kiss to Oscar's sternum. "You look so good full of cock," he said. "All overwhelmed and helpless."
He punctuated his statement b grinding his hips into Oscar. It wasn't a large movement, but his cock shifted just so inside of Oscar and it shot lightning up his spine. He whimpered helplessly, hands just spasming and shaking at his sides. Oscar was scared to move almost. It was irrational — it wasn't like Lando's cock was actually going to hurt him if he moved wrong. Still, it was like he was paralyzed.
Lando pressed another kiss to his chest before straightening up and resetting his grip on Oscar's hips. He didn't warn Oscar out loud, but they'd worked together long enough now that Oscar had no trouble reading the older alpha.
The first real thrust punched what air he had been able to recover out of his lungs again with a grunt. The slap of skin against skin barely registered to his ears. His brain was all staticky. The drag was immense, but somehow it scratched an itch inside of him that he hadn't even been aware of.
He was helpless to stop the noises that fell from his hips at the feeling of Lando fucking into him. Pathetic little moans and choked 'ah's. He thrashed his head a bit, turning to bite into the pillow beneath his head in an attempt to muffle the embarrassing sounds that he was making.
Lando didn't let him hide for long. He didn't even falter in the rhythm he'd fallen into, just reaching up to fist a hand in Oscar's hair. He yanked his head to the side, forcefully exposing his face. His jaw dropped, allowing whines and moans to just spill out of him. The grip also forced Oscar to bare his throat again.
He was vulnerable — impaled on Lando's cock and practically unable to move because of it. Sure, he had access to his arms, but he wasn't exactly going to be doing a lot with them. He was at the mercy of Lando's whims. He let out a breathy, heaving sob.
He didn't hate it.
"Don't hide from me," Lando snarled, leaning down to press his face into Oscar's newly exposed neck. It changed the angle as his hips pistoned into Oscar's. "I want to hear you."
"Lando!" Oscar pleaded.
"That's right, say my fucking name," Lando bit into Oscar's neck, his teeth grinding into his flesh with bruising force. Oscar was sure his neck would end up one big raw black bruise by the end of this.
He weakly lifted his arms to wrap them around Lando's shoulders again. Lando used his other hand to hike Oscar's thighs up, spreading him further to deepen the angle even more.
"Anh!" Oscar cried out, wiggling in Lando's hold.
It now felt like Lando was hitting his prostate with every thrust before diving so deep he could feel it in his throat. He was so full, it was overwhelming.
He felt wanton, like he was acting like some knot hungry omega begging for it. He didn't know how else to respond. It was all encompassing and just so much. He gripped weakly at Lando's shoulders.
"I've been waiting for this for so long," Lando breathed, digging his nose into Oscar's skin. "Wanted you ever since I saw you. So beautiful and wide eyed. So talented. I knew you were going to be something special. I wanted you. Can't believe I get to have you."
"Mm," Oscar moaned.
Lando fucked into him harder, picking up the pace. "I'm going to knot you, fucking cum inside of you. Lock it all in. You'll be good for me and take it, won't you?"
He was already stretched and spread so wide. Oscar had completely forgotten about the knot. Lando was going to make him take it.
"'m an alpha," Oscar slurred, straining a bit against Lando. Not really actively fighting, more just not able to do anything else despite having submitted to Lando.
"I'll make you take it. Open you up around me, hold you close. You think if I knot you enough I can turn you into an omega? I bet you'd look beautiful in heat, slick and crying for it."
Oscar whined. "Lando, please—"
Lando snarled again. "Already begging for it. You just want to be under me, huh? You like being fucked that much?"
Oscar whimpered. Lando's thrusts were beginning to charge, although it felt no less good. There was a swelling at the base and it pulled and stretched out his overworked rim. It stung and burned but Oscar's brain couldn't even make full sense of it.
"Lando—"
"You think you can cum like this?" Lando gasped, cutting him off. "Cum on my knot like a good omega."
Lando's knot caught fully inside of Oscar.
He pushed in as far as he could, grinding the bulb almost perfectly into Oscar's prostate. Stars and black dots appeared across his vision, and he almost seemed to crumple under the onslaught. He didn't even realize he'd cum too until his knot also began to swell.
He made a panicked sound. It prompted Lando to move his hand from Oscar's hair and slither it down between them even as Oscar's cock continued to spit and drool. He wrapped his large hand around Oscar's cock, enveloping his knot and putting an oh so sweet pressure right where he needed it.
It was uncomfortable to knot just into the open air. The skin was thin and sensitive, and it just felt so good when tight heat grips it.
He clenched down on the knot inside him. Like with his cock, Lando was far from small, above average at least. It felt like he was ripping. His insides were just hot and wet. He trembled under Lando, his breath shaky.
His orgasm seemed to last ages. He couldn't say it was entirely pleasurable — mostly it was too much. His senses were in over drive and were he any less overwhelmed, he would have screamed at the feeling. It burned through him.
He hadn't realized how lost in the sensation and in his head until he came back to himself a bit. Lando had latched onto his shoulder and was licking at what Oscar knew had to be a pretty deep bite mark. He wouldn't be surprised if Lando had drawn blood. He was also mumbling into his skin.
"So good, so good. So beautiful. Can't believe you took my knot. So perfect for me." He kept mumbling as he snuffled into Oscar's scent glands. "Wish I could mate you."
Oscar whined softly. He wasn't ready to be verbal — suspected that even if he tried to speak that words wouldn't even come out right. Lando's head shot up at the sound, eyes round and wide as he watched Oscar blink up at him dazedly.
"Hey," Lando said softly, like he was scared of spooking Oscar. With how hard Oscar was clenching down on his knot still. His shaking was probably also concerning now that he thought about it. "Back with me?"
Oscar nodded minutely.
"Okay," Lando nodded. "Is there… are you okay?"
Oscar twitched, momentarily squeezing down harder on Lando. It made something jump in his hip and then he became aware of just how uncomfortable taking a knot on his back was when he was not flexible in the slightest.
Somehow he'd managed to ignore the pull and strain of having his legs spread over Lando's lap the way that they were, but now he was feeling it. It was the kind of soreness that came after using a muscle that you hadn't exercised in a while. Combined with the way the knot seemed to push his pelvis to strain, it was no surprise that he didn't just ache, he hurt.
He must've made some kind of face, because Lando immediately looked worried.
"Let's see if I can just—"
He used the hand that he wasn't still holding Oscar's knot with to gently lower Oscar's thigh from where he'd had it hiked high on his hip. Oscar groaned at the movement as it shifted Lando's knot, pressing it harder against his prostate.
Oscar cried out weakly at the feeling.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Lando said hurriedly. "Just let me—"
He wormed his arm under Oscar's torso, wrapping it around his waist securely. In a move that almost had Oscar impressed, he pulled Oscar up into a sitting position and then fell backward onto the bed. He kept Oscar held close enough that the knot didn't tug at his sore rim, but it did grind inside him painfully when his weight rested on it.
They ended up in almost reversed positions, with Oscar sat on Lando and sort of sprawled across Lando's chest. He almost blacked out when Lando moved again, this time so that he could lean back against the wall. It put Oscar in a better position — or at least one different enough that his hips were no longer twinging in the same way.
Oscar settled on burying his face in Lando's neck, inhaling the other alpha's scent. He didn't want to look Lando in the eye when he was literally sat on his cock.
"I can't believe I let you knot me," he whispered.
Lando's chest shook, rocking Oscar up and down as he laughed. "I can't believe you let me do that either."
"I'm not going to be able to walk later."
"Come on, Osc. You know I'll take care of you."
"I want a bath. One with bubbles."
"Obviously there'll be bubbles." Lando almost sounded offended at the insinuation that there would be a bath without bubbles.
"You're lucky that Miami is still a week away."
"Have to get the championship lead somehow. Two birds, one stone."
"Lando!"