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the hotel room smells of tyres and sweat. lando kicks his bag to the side and stretches, grin sharp.
he won today. osc didn’t.
the difference feels heavy between them. victory is still buzzing in lando’s chest, and failure is sitting heavy in oscar’s.
it’s all across oscar’s body, the drag of his shoulders along with his soft pout. oscar is quiet and reserved, watching lando with that false calmness.
lando notices. of course he does.
truth is, lando gets incredibly fucking horny after a win. and having oscar looking so soft and vulnerable, ready to be taken?
fucking jackpot.
“look at you,” lando murmurs, voice low and teasing. “trying to look so composed after a dnf… pathetic little thing.”
he pulls oscar towards him, lan’s fingers hovering just above his teammate’s hip. oscar shifts slightly, a small shiver running through him, fingers tightening in a fist. he’s trying his best to not give in, to not let his pride crumble and give lando the disgusting satisfaction.
but it hurts.
he lets lando drag his shirt over his head anyway, exposing osc’s pale chest and lean stomach. his boxers waistband peeks through and lando’s grin widens.
“so obedient, especially after losing.”
lando steps closer and his eyes roam all over oscar’s pale body. lando laughs slightly under his breath. it’s not kind, he’s almost impressed at how far oscar would go to not show how bothered he is by the race result.
“… you’re so tense osc, breathe.”
he lets a fingertip graze along oscar’s ribs, lingering and tracing deliberately as if to assert his power over oscar’s body. osc’s breath catches at the touch, and lando bites his lip.
lando won, oscar lost.
lando gets to play with oscar, oscar gets to take it and be a good boy.
“so soft, trembling like a needy little loser. you’re very cute, osc.”
osc swallows at the insult, ignoring the condescending compliment that pushes more salt into his wound. his chest feels tight. it’s too much, he can’t take this today.
usually, lando’s cockiness is a soft act of care, a gentle teasing touch that lets oscar become brainless and putty in lando’s hands.
but not today.
today is different, it feels too sharp and real.
for oscar, it’s a stark reminder of his compromised abilities, his stupid decisions and his incapacity to live up to his own expectations.
the incapacity to live up to his own teammate.
and somewhere behind the cocky grin, lando knows he’s being cruel. he can sense oscar’s too quiet and still. winning has him high and maybe slightly reckless, and lando stupidly convinced himself that oscar knows it’s all just play.
and god, does lando love to play.
lando pulls oscar away from his own thoughts with one finger, tracing his jaw and lower lip. he gently pushes the finger into osc’s mouth, who willingly takes it with closed eyes. oscar is trying to stay composed, his facade faltering slightly.
lando drags the now spit slicked finger out of oscar’s mouth all the way down from his lips to his hipbone, teasing over the waistband. he pressing slightly, making the faintest push, just enough to elicit a shiver from oscar.
lando’s voice is low, the tone almost kind. the words aren’t.
“awh osc, so sensitive. you feel that? absolutely pathetic.”
oscar gasps softly at the insult. the drag of the light wetness across his body makes him want to step backwards, wash his body from all the self disgust.
lando’s smirk sharpens, still kinda mean. he looks at the wet trail his finger left on oscar’s pale body, and decides to mark his body further with little nibbles on the sensitive skin, claiming him properly.
osc swallows, his chest feeling tight.
lando pushes oscar towards the wall, trapping him in place as lando kneels and leaves teasing nibbles over oscar’s waistband. he’s pressing with his tongue, dragging little wet circles all over oscar.
“you’re so fucking mine.”
osc trembles, his fingers fumbling into lando’s hair with a soft whine. lando isn’t one to usually be on his knees for oscar, and definitely not after such a win.
he knows lando by now. this is all a trap, a trap to get oscar all melty and whiny only to break him even further.
“say it. say you’re my little loser.”
there it is.
lando’s greed and ego start taking the better of him, as he’s shamelessly pushing oscar down when he’s already just so fucking down.
oscar doesn’t respond, he just whines.
usually lando notices this micro signals. usually, he’s able to pull oscar back in and give him what he needs.
but not today. lando is being fucking selfish.
oscar knows how hard lando worked for this win, oscar thinks lando deserves to be selfish. his lando deserve to feel good, his lando deserves to use oscar’s pathetic body.
oscar can take it.
it’s overwhelming, but he can take it. his brain is littered by negative thoughts about himself but he can do this for lando.
his lando deserves it.
oscar’s throat feels too tight. his chest aches and his body wants to obey, but his mind keeps stuttering. his brain is caught between wanting and breaking.
suddenly, lando comes back up and grabs him by his jaw, forcing eye contact.
“what’s wrong, piastri? it’s not like you to not follow instructions. did the dnf fuck with your brain too? you gonna be useless here too, hm?”
fuck.
a small tear runs down oscar’s face at that sharp comment, but he blinks it away. his lips twitch like he’s about to speak, but nothing comes out. determined, he nods in hopes to be enough of a response for lando.
lando smiles, satisfied.
he notices the way oscar’s eyes become glassy and fuck, it turns lando on even more. oscar looks so soft like this, so willing and so pliant for lando. oscar is his best fucking reward.
lando drags oscar towards the bed like they usually do when lando takes the lead and oscar gives in without any thought, following lando like muscle memory. but it feels different this time for oscar. he’s dazed, lost and just a bit out of it.
lando leans closer against oscar’s neck, biting just enough to sting as if to bring him back. lando’s hands trail lower and quickly pull oscar’s boxers down. he bends oscar over the edge of the bed, and oscar’s hole is staring back at him so prettily.
oscar is quiet, pulse racing and head pounding. he feels the cold air, and how exposed he suddenly is. he exhales softly, bracing himself for lando’s cock.
instead, lando shoves two fingers into oscar’s mouth, using the spit as lube to then shove the same fingers inside oscar’s hole.
oscar whines at the intrusion.
lando has grown comfortable with using oscar like a cute little toy to play with. he’s getting oscar all prepped for cock. it’s not for osc’s comfort, but for the simple reason that lando can do it.
tonight, lando can play with oscar however he wants.
“so pretty… can feel you clenching already. fuck, you like this huh? i think we just found what you’re good at, osc. being a good little slut for your teammate.”
oscar doesn’t respond. no bratty remark, no sassy comment to rile up lando more like usual. he’s just laying there.
it makes lando frown. lando puts his cock inside oscar and tries to get a reaction from osc, once again.
he thrusts roughly into oscar, pushing his head down into the mattress. lando whines at the sight and feeling, his cock drilling into oscar who is squeezing him so deliciously, milking him and clamping around him.
“my pathetic loser slut. say it osc, fuck. you’re my pathetic loser slut.”
oscar can’t even breathe properly. his voice finally cracks and lets out a single trembling word.
“vanilla.”
shit.
lando freezes mid thrust, eyes widening with a sudden flash of concern. the rush of power drains from his body in an instant, fully replaced by cold panic. he leans back slowly, pulling out from oscar with all gentle caution to not hurt his sweet boy even more than he already has.
his voice now softer, gentler and careful.
“hey… hey… it’s okay, osc… i got you.”
the words come out rushed at first, but then calmer and steadier. it’s the way lando has learnt to speak to oscar when he needs grounding.
oscar tries to take some deep breaths slowly. he doesn’t want lando to see him crumbling like this, it’s embarrassing.
lando sits on the bed and pulls him close, with oscar’s back to his own chest, and arms wrapping around his oscar so gently. he’s rubbing circles along the tense shoulders, slowly trying to figure out what to say without pushing oscar to a worse limit.
“shh…you did so good for me, good job for telling me. you’re okay, just breathe with me okay?”
oscar whimpers softly, burying his face into lando’s shoulder for safety. lando smells faintly of sweat and his deodorant, familiar and human.
this is the lando he wants, the lando he loves and feels safe around. he tries to let out a soft explanation, tries to connect words to his feelings but nothing comes out. his breath catches and it’s just a broken soft sob.
lando kisses the top of his head, softly ruffling his hair.
“you don’t have to explain yourself, okay? i’m so sorry i didn’t notice before, osc. gonna take care of you, you’re all safe now okay?”
osc nods, pulse slowly settling and breathing more stable. “mhm…”
lando presses a kiss to his teammate’s shoulder and softly brushes his hair back, running fingers through it. he’s whispering softly.
“you’ve been doing so so well with everything, just need me to hold you? it’s a lot baby, i know.”
oscar feels the tension melt at lando’s understanding words and touch. this is what he needed, he needed lando’s care and kindness.
lando holds him tighter and murmurs more soft praise and encouragement, the heavy pressure from lando’s hold helping oscar feel so safe and seen.
“you’re so good osc, such a good boy all the time. let it go baby, i got you.”
lando holds him through this quiet aftermath in the way he learnt to be there for his oscar throughout these years. through soft touches and gentle words, letting oscar know he is safe, cared for and loved despite lando’s boyish teasing and cocky pushes.
he wishes oscar will one day feel safe enough to not worry about disappointing him, to tell him when he needs him most. but they’ll get there, lando knows that.
the silence between them stretches, its not heavy anymore but warm. oscar sighs with a half smile and his eyes closed in bliss.
he leans more into lando, feeling all safe and wanted.
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