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Lando hasn't left your personal bubble since he arrived home.
Or, more accurately, he hasn't physically left your side… At all.
Not that you could complain, it's been a week and a half since you last saw each other, and this was the one time you decided to stay home from an exciting weekend of racing, champagne showers, after parties and the lot. As much as Lando whined about it, he still had a job to do, and he respected your wishes to relax at home.
But now he wanted nothing more than to make up for lost time.
"You're really not leaving any time soon, huh?" You snicker over your shoulder, where curly hair brushed your neck and a rumbling hum buzzed against your skin.
"Mmmmmnope. Haven't seen you in ages, and those stupid video calls were not enough," Lando huffed, his arms tightening around your waist. All you were doing was making popcorn, and Lando decided for you that this was definitely a two person job. You did the popcorn making, and he clung to you like a koala. Yeah, a two person job, alright.
Sighing softly, you relented— leaning back into the warmth of his broad chest, letting your head rest on his shoulder where he now found more room to nestle into the crook of your neck. He watched you melt into him with soft amusement, already adjusting hold you snug against his body.
Though, that amusement slowly turned into a sly smirk.
"You mean to tell me you haven't been missin' me all week?" Lando murmured softly, his hands sliding to rest at your hips. His lips grazed your skin with every word, and you almost forgot where you were for a second, slight shivers blowing your nonchalant cover.
"Of course I missed you, you heathen-" You try to hiss between clenched teeth, prying those sneaky hands off of you and turning to be met with a cheeky grin to pair. Who knew missing each other also prompted little shit behavior. And it didn't help that the warmth in your face gave it all away to the man in front of you. Lando could only laugh and grab your face to press a slurry of kisses all over your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, purposely avoiding your lips just to see what you would do.
His squeaky laugh danced around your shoulders, too contagious to not laugh with him. You wanted to be mad, dammit— wanted to find him annoying for denying you the affection both of you wanted. Yet, here you were, huffing between laughs.
Finally, your hands grabbed at his wrists to try and stop him, tempted to just bite him instead,but he was quick with it. He dodged and wrapped his arms back around you, trapping you to him. Hostage. Instead of sweet kisses, there was prickly heat rubbing against your face— Motherfucker didn't shave— All scruff and no softness. Where did these zoomies even come from??? All you could do was squeal and thrash in his grasp, no use in escaping him. Those damned arms of his.
"Lando-!"
"Mmm yess?"
The microwave beeped before you could protest, screeching that the popcorn was ready, and that pending movie on the TV was awaiting. "The popcorn is ready," You huff softly, though a smile fought its way through your pout. Lando's eyes glistened with his joy, teasing and all in his bouncing curls— he really was just happy to be there. In spite of that jetlagged restlessness tickling his pretty lashes, he still found the energy to make you squirm and giggle in his arms.
"Just one more kiss?" Lando enticed you— large hands gliding along your sides, dragging you in with a pretty smile and bright squinted eyes. The microwave beeped relentlessly, but Lando continued to gaze at you only, from your eyes to your lips— he didn't bother to be subtle about it. There's nothing subtle about him, you fear.
And maybe you like it that way.
You sigh, leaning up into him with your own teasing smile. "Only because you asked so so nicely," Your arms slid up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling him down to meet halfway in a much warmer kiss. Less rushed and giddy, more slow and gentle. Something to savor, where his beard tickled your chin, your fingers scratched lightly at his overgrown mullet, and his tongue swiped between your lips—
"Alright-" you laugh between the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip, "-Hands off, Norris." It took the power of a thousand suns to peel his hands off of your hips, and even more so as he craned his neck back with a begrudging groan.
"Hey, it was your idea to watch a movie, love. Aren't you tired from the flight?" You turn to him fully with the bag of popcorn steaming between the both of you. Lando pursed his lips in an attempt to hide his pout— hide his sulking. "..Well, not anymore," He shrugged, greenish eyes lowering to admire you while you shook up the buttered popcorn. Something so simple, and here he was looking at you with so much fondness.
His and came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles, time slowing again— an insane contrast to the kiss attack he gave prior. Jet lag behavior, you thought. "Well," You started, tearing the bag open fully to pick a piece of popcorn out, "Let's watch that movie you suggested. Cuddles and the whole nine yards."
You pushed the popcorn between his parted lips, kissing the palm of his hand gently, before skipping off to the living room. You didn't bother to wait for him, already hearing the soft padding of socked feet following quickly behind you. Lando wasn't one to turn down the offer for cuddles, in fact you knew exactly why he suggested a movie in the first place. He was easy to read, but it was endearing.
Lando, ever the competitor, brushed right past you— shoulder checking you in his rush. "Hey-" You snickered, pausing to just watch him. He hopped right over the back of the couch and slumped right between the large cushions— a perfect indent the size of his body right where he usually sits. And where you should be sitting as well.
He looked over his shoulder, then down to his lap, then back up to you— this went on for a couple more seconds while you stared with eyebrows raised. "Are you coming or not?" Lando finally spoke up, finding your lack of urgency quite annoying.
"How demanding," You smiled playfully, making your way around the couch like a normal person and sitting in right against his side. "Oi— I was promised cuddles and the whole nine yards. Not my fault you took so long," Lando scoffed, like the brat he was.
"Yeah yeah, get your fill then," You chuckled, kissing his cheek as his arms found their place around your waist once more. You moved one last time for the remote, playing whatever movie Lando picked, and finally settling into his warmth like slow moving molasses.
The movie buzzed on, popcorn crunched and occasional soft murmurs of commentary between giggles filled the room. The drowsiness crept up on you ever so gently, popcorn bag empty on the coffee table, and somehow finding yourself laid back against Lando's body— fitting perfectly between his thighs. You honestly couldn't remember shifting, only knowing you felt a lot more comfortable slumped back against him.
His hands twiddled with yours, slipping between your fingers, playfully pinching them and squeezing them. The soft traces over your knuckles brought that sweet drowsiness closer to your eyes, so warm and so sweet. Calm is what you were feeling, and Lando could tell in the way your breathing evened out.
But he still missed you, after all.
He felt a little bad with where his mind wandered, but he also couldn't help it. You were nestled so close to his body, your scent comforting yet intoxicating all at once. He wanted to be surrounded by you in every capacity, and it only made that warmth tingle under his fingertips. Carefully, he brushed your hair away from the nape of your neck, eyeing you through his lashes. Still relaxed. Good, he thought. That's exactly where he wanted you to be.
Lando smiled slightly, leaning in slow and letting his lips brush along your skin. His hands rested over your stomach, only loosely holding your body to his. You were barely aware of his ministrations, only feeling that quiet delight tingling in your chest from being close to your sweetheart of a boyfriend.
The soft grazes turned into lingering kisses, stringing along, slowly moving from one side of your neck to the other. His kisses grew warmer, his hands much bolder, and you reacted just as he wanted you to— obediently. Your head lulled to the side, giving him more access to you. His hands slid around your front, until his arms completely held you down. He inhaled deep, jaw stretched to bite down softly at the juncture of your neck and your shoulder. You gasped quietly, and Lando hummed deep in return.
He was so damn lucky you were wearing one of his sweaters— the collar just big enough to reveal the expanse of unmarked territory. "God.." Lando hissed softly, hot breath ghosting over wet skin, "..I missed you.. So fucking much, baby."
His voice trembled with his whispered confession, your heart hammering, your hands grasping at his arm for purchase. His arms tightened around your waist, and feeling that stupid smile against your skin made you shiver. "Where do you think you're going?" Lando, the sly bastard he was, despite vibrating with so much need to just taste you more. More, more, more— it's all he could think about, and maybe feeling you squirm in his hold made you that much more enticing.
You were far from denying the biting feeling— that desire— it was just so much. Who knew just a week apart would make you so weak in the knees for him. "I'm just-" You huffed out, hasty to gather your thoughts, find one coherent sentence in there, but you know better than to leave Lando a second of an opening. Or, at least you thought so— swearing on your life you'd be quick enough to throw him off guard.
But it's the opposite.
I mean, he's in Formula 1 for fucks sake, why would you think otherwise?
In the time you twisted to face him, Lando let out this soft grunt and nestled his face into the crook of your neck. His words are what threw you off more than anything— "I need you.. Please."
Breathy, hot, prickling in your skin, weighted on your throat— it left you hanging against his arms with a groan of your own. He got you, exactly where he fucking wanted you, and he had the gall to still laugh all shyly and kiss your neck, where specks of color surfaced from his nibbling. "Lando— You are seriously insufferable," You managed in a strained, small voice— still very much hanging over his arms. So strong… And warm… And-
"Wait- I need to pee-" You laughed suddenly, squirming now for an entirely different reason. "What— Right now? At this very moment?" Lando's arms loosened slightly, and finally you took that opportunity to jump up straight. Yeah, you did, but also to get away from the devilish man just for a second. To breathe. Yeah, that was the excuse you would go with.
"Yes," You turned curtly to him, and in the low light, Lando could see how sparkly and slightly hazy your eyes were. He smiled, dimples showing, shrugging before nudging his head towards the bathroom. "Go on then, I'll be here," Lando sighed loudly as he slumped down into the couch, swinging his arms back to rest his hands against the back of his head.
You dared not to look down, or look too hard— because maybe then you might've changed your mind on that bathroom break. You scurried along, and Lando's eyes followed your line, even looking over his shoulder until you disappeared around the corner. Despite how relaxed Lando looked, he was far from it— just as high strung as you were.
"Fucks sake-" Lando hissed, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. The things you do to him— he felt as though you didn't know that yourself. His eyebrows pinched together as he slid down with his hand loosening the waistband of his sweats, needing to adjust himself because of-fucking-course feeling you that close to him was enough to make him hard. He leaned his head back slowly, biting his lip slightly as he wrapped a hand around himself.
It was a blessing and a curse— the way you effortlessly caressed his desire until all the hairs stood up on his neck, until the heat became almost unbearable, until all he could think about was you.
He's exactly where he wants to be.
You were too busy trying to cool down— splashing cold water right into your face and groaning into your cupped hands. "God dammit, Lando," You sighed heavily, dragging your hands down and getting a good look of yourself in the mirror. Hot faced, hair mussed up, sweater askew, and new little marks forming along the side of your neck. Hell, there was probably more where you couldn't see them all. Your hands dropped slightly to touch the tender bruises, biting your lip slightly.
It was a bit embarrassing how much warmer you felt just touching the hickeys. The ghost of his tongue and his teeth on your skin had you looking to the ceiling, laughing in disbelief. "I am so fucking annoying," You whispered to yourself, standing there for a minute longer before deciding— yeah, fuck it— you missed him too much to just be standing here doing fuck all.
You wiped your face on the little hand towel before stomping right back out toward the living room. There was a slight blur of ruffled hair and a grunted curse, followed by a heavy thud.
"Lando-?"
"Holy fuck- Yes? What? Why are you- Just- Stomping around?"
You opened and closed your mouth, tongue dry because, well, Lando shot up to a stumbling stand with his stupid hands on his stupid hips, stupidly exposed mind you, because his stupid sweats were barely on waist, not helped by the way his stupid shirt was folded above stupid, dumb, annoying, hot softer abs with that pretty happy trail of his.
He. Looked. Stupid.
At least, you tried to convince yourself as much.
You wanted to lick him.
Fuck.
He looked.. Flushed. His hair a mess. Breathing heavily like he just ran a marathon. Why is that?
There was a stuffy silence that hung in the air while you both stared, only the movie that mumbled along in the background stifling the ringing in your ears. Lando raised his eyebrows when you said nothing, licking his lips slightly.
Yeah, that was the last straw.
"Let's go," You wasted no time hopping over the back of the couch, stepping over and snatching his hand. Clammy or something? God, you did not care at this point. You just needed him in bed. You needed his hands on you again. You needed him biting your skin and saying all those stupid praises— for fucks sake—
"Go-? Woah— Jesus Christ, babe, I'm comin'-" Lando laughed out, stumbling along behind you. You walked like a man on a mission, not that he complained. He felt the hunger in those eyes the second they laid on him— it made his pulses run haywire seeing you so impatient.
It was impressive how quickly you made it into the bedroom, and even more impressive how you pushed Lando right onto the bed with all the force in your body, fueled by the fire he continued to fan whether he realized it or not. Despite the dim light that flooded in from the hallway, Lando's dumbass smirk was hard to miss.
"Someone's needy," Lando purred, those large hands that you love now grasping at your hips to drag you right onto his lap. "Hey-!" You gasped, immediately grabbing his shoulders for balance. A trap with no escape… Not that you ever wanted to escape at all.
You slotted in so perfectly— thighs hugging his hips, your hands on his shoulders, forehead pressed to his— it made Lando groan and hide into your chest. He was losing his god damn mind, and you've done nothing but show how badly you needed him. You were barely hanging on by a thread, and it seemed Lando was right there with you.
Any tease that bubbled up in your throat was gone— because you needed this man literally yesterday. "Lando.." You whispered oh so softly, sliding a hand up the nape of his neck to thread your fingers through his curls. Obedient as ever, he pulled away from your chest to settle into the soft grip you had on him— at this point you didn't know who trapped who.
But those eyes.
Those damned puppy eyes.
The smirk was gone, whatever air of pride and ego he had was washed away. Lando's hands twitched around your hips, his thighs flexed underneath you, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He waited for a signal, a nod, maybe a word— but you could only look at him in awe. It's been way too long, and Lando's question from earlier echoed in your mind. Albeit, as a little tease, but you missed him a lot more than you bargained for.
"You're insufferable," You murmured softly, leaning in to nuzzle your nose against his, "D'you know that, Lan?"
Lando barely twitched up, feeling the quickened pace in his veins, so ready to pounce, and he certainly could if he really wanted to. He could turn this over and have you pinned right now. But there was something… Something more thrilling in seeing you take exactly what you wanted from him.
"Y'gonna do somethin' about it, love?" Lando whispered back to you, leaning in just a smidge closer, enough for his lips to barely graze yours. The tension snapped like livewire the second you kissed him— hands pressing against the back of his head, while his held you down by your hips. Surprisingly, you didn't rush it guns blazing or clashing tongues— you savored him hot and slow with a relieved moan, tangling yourself in his scent, his warmth, his curls, his scruffy mustache, his everything.
Lando slipped his hands under your sweater, grabbing at your hips, your sides, pressing you in by your shoulder blades until your body practically melded against his. You shivered under his touch, yet his hands left heated trails in their wake— remembering the valleys of skin and muscle under his rougher palms. You nipped softly at his bottom lip, earning you a sweet groan from him, so earnest that it had you smiling into the kiss.
You slipped your tongue in to finally taste him after so long, practically leaning over him now with your arms fully wrapped around his neck. Lando braced his hands against your chest, just holding you before fingers slowly splayed over the expanse of your skin. Slowly, he squeezed, and took hold of control for a moment with his tongue tracing the back of your teeth, under your tongue to coax more little sounds from you.
"Fuck-" Lando grunted suddenly against your lips, feeling a shock to his abdomen as your hips rolled against his. Hazy but greedy, you took the chance to kiss along his jaw— hot and wet on his skin, but welcomed as Lando's head craned back slowly. His hands found their way back home on your hips, forcing you harder against him.
With fingers tangled into his hair, you tugged his head back farther, nipping at his neck, biting in places you know he'd have a hard time hiding. "Careful—" Lando gasped, finding that his warning was for naught knowing you'd go off and do whatever the hell you wanted anyways. Unfortunately, he was very much into that— much to the dismay of the public. Still, he flaunted those visible hickeys like a damn trophy.
"So annoying-" You panted against his throat, licking up his adam's apple just to feel his sounds buzz against your tongue. Smiling, you kissed the same spot, "So damn annoying how much I missed you, Lan."
Lando chuckled breathlessly at your confession. Despite the heat that suffocated both of you, knowing you missed him still tickled his heart a certain way. "Annoying, huh?" He remarked, eyes rolling back slightly when he felt teeth close around his shoulder where you tugged the collar of his shirt over.
"Geez babe, just take the damn thing off-" Lando snickered out, actually prying your hands off of him this time to take the shirt off himself. You stared shamelessly hard, lining the veins along his arms, down to the veins that traveled just under his sweatpants. And of course the damned things were gray.
"Ah," Lando shook his head playfully, even tsking as he wiped the corner of your lips, "You're droolin', love. Like what you see?"
You smacked his hand away to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, but you felt nothing, and Lando threw his head back in another one of his angelic squeaky laughs. "You fucker-" You couldn't help but laugh with him, giving him a taste of his own medicine anyway by grinding your hips forward. The surprised moan he let out made you jump, whining when he suddenly grabbed your hips to keep you flush against his body.
"Calling me the fucker? I mean, if you just ask nicely-" Lando panted, nudging his nose under your chin. You didn't answer, instead shutting him up with your lips slotting against his once more. Again, not that he could complain, and neither did you now that you could feel those tense muscles under your fingertips. Lando hummed, completely pleased with himself as his hands slid under your sweatpants completely to grab handfuls of your pretty ass.
That gasp had him kissing you harder, barely contained desire now seeping into your veins as your nails dragged down his chest. Your finger traced along the line of his sweatpants, right where it sat above his crotch— it had Lando's teeth chattering against your bottom lip.
"Teasin' me for shit here, babe," Lando scoffed softly, causing you to giggle. A sound far from innocence especially as your eyes sparkled with the mischief Lando has grown to love. "'M sorry, I like watching you squirm," You smiled all too sweetly, bringing a hand up to cup under his chin.
Not a single word was spoken, and yet Lando knew his place immediately. He knew what was being asked of him. Lando's eyes stayed on you, slowly tipping his head down, glittery greenish-blues looking through pretty lashes as he spit right into your awaiting palm. It was sickening how you pulsed between your legs just watching him, and the smirk on his face said it all.
You were both filthy bastards for each other.
"Like a dog," You whispered almost amazed— as if he hasn't done this a thousand times over with you.
""Good boy" would've been a bit nicer, don't you think?" Lando winked at you, ever the tease. You shook your head in a soft chuckle, leaning in to kiss him softly while you tugged his sweats back just enough to slip in and wrap your spit-slicked hand around him. You swallowed the moan that immediately punched out of his chest, leaning over him and grasping at the sheets to steady yourself.
Lando basically jumped in your hold, his hands finding purchase around your thighs this time. "Hhhoooly shit, babe-" Lando choked on his words, barely kissing you now— slumping down to kiss at your neck, suck new colors into your skin. His fingers bunched around the fabric of your sweats, panting heavily as you twisted your wrist around him.
It was so, so, so fucking much— Lando was basically seeing stars feeling the soft heat of your palm pumping around his cock. It was such a delicate hold, nothing compared to the heft of his own hand— but oh fuck he wouldn't trade this feeling for the damn world. You bit your lip softly looking down between your bodies, shiny and slick in your hand, begging to be relieved of the tension.
Lando's sounds tapered into breathy little whines, pressing his eyes into your shoulders, feeling every little flick, every twist and squeeze. You were breathless yourself just watching him, testing your thumb against the head of his cock and nearly flying off his lap when his thighs flexed and jumped underneath you. "Fucking- Oh my god- What are you-" Lando couldn't get a single coherent sentence out.
He was reaching the precipice a lot faster than anticipated, tugging at your sweats like he wanted you off— or closer— you couldn't tell when his hips kept thrusting into the tight hole you created with your slick hand. He was so pretty all glassy eyed and flushed, leaking all over your hand, but there was no way you would stop even if he begged you to.
Your name started to drool from his lips, his thighs becoming stiff— and you couldn't help but to toy with him. Lando was sensitive beyond repair, groaning high in his head each time your thumb swiped over the tip, each time you squeezed as your hand came up, then down, then up to squeeze again. His mind was spinning, seeing all kinds of fireworks behind his eyelids.
His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, too quick to warn you about it, and strong enough that he collapsed against the bed and arched his back with an almost pained cry. You watched almost shocked, but melted into carnal desire— your pupils dilating seeing his cum shine over his sweat covered chest. Lando fell back fully onto the bed the moment he found himself, blinking away the stars as he stared wide at the ceiling.
"…That wasn't supposed to happen."
Strange, you could've sworn that was exactly what was supposed to happen.
"Was it not?" You tilted your head, catching your breath with him as you slowly loosened your hand around his cock. Lando grunted and immediately grabbed your wrist, knowing exactly where your hand was going, and it made you pout. You thought you deserved a little treat after all your hard work, but Lando's poor twitchy dick could not handle that sight right now.
Lando groaned and shook his head, letting your hand fall at your lap as he dragged his hands down his face. "No. I had- Fuck- I had plans tonight. Cumming this early was not part of it," He sulked, actually pouting unlike you. He was sulking. While covered in cum. With his cock fully exposed.
"Babe-" You trembled where you stifled your giggles, biting the inside of your cheek hard— because yes he did look cute, but the absolute dichotomy of his still-very-sexy body and his poor puppy dog pout was sending you into orbit.
"You are not laughing at me right now-"
"I'm not I swear-!"
"You absolutely are-"
"Lando-"
Now you actually were laughing and squealing with Lando grabbing you to hold against his body. "You're still filthy, you fucking heathen!" There was no bite in your tone, only bubbling laughter while he shook his scruffy face all over your neck.
"Lan-! Lando I swear-!" You giggled loudly, trying to grab his face and failing as he dodged your advances and held you down tighter in his arms, holding your own arms at your side. "'S fuckin' ruined now, night's ruined and all. I'll never emotionally recover from this," Lando grumbled against your chest, his curls tickling your chin. You gave up entirely to get him to look at you, slumping in his hold. God, the dramatics of a man.
"It is not ruined, babes," You sighed softly. The silence that followed did worry you slightly, hoping Lando wasn't actually feeling guilty for cumming "early". To be fair, you were aiming for it anyways regardless of whatever plan Lando had for you.
"…Aren't you hungry, though?" You asked slowly, looking down at him. His head shot up with narrowed eyes and pinched brows, because what the hell are you talking about?
"Hungry?" Lando frowned, tilting his head slightly. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling because why did you decide to fall in love with a god damn idiot.
"Yeah," You started softly, your voice a new tone, something that had Lando's ears perking up, eyes widening, "Hungry." You hooked your legs around Lando's hips and pressed up slowly, a slight tremble with the position he had you in, but it clearly did the job as Lando's eyes sparkled with newfound determination. It was so, stupidly endearing. You would coo and tease at him if you weren't so egregiously horny right now.
"Starving, actually," Lando smiled, leaning up to kiss you slowly, getting a taste of your lips and a feel for your body again now that he was fully back to himself. You hummed and sighed in relief through your nose, reaching up to lightly scratch the back of his head and coax him closer, encouraging him to take what he wanted this time.
Lando rested on his elbow, cradling your face in his hand while the other slid down your body to help you out of your sweats, flicking off your pesky underwear with an annoyed grunt. And yet, the kiss hadn't been broken in that entire motion. Fucker. "Now," Lando broke the kiss then, pecking your lips quickly, "If you'll excuse me, there's dessert to be had."
You giggled softly and nodded, pecking his lips in return before letting him go. He settled between your legs, pushing the sweater up and up until it bunched up above your chest, now fully exposed to him. Love mixed with a heady kind of heat swirled in his darkened eyes, oh the way he craved you was enough to make you ache.
Lando slowly kissed down your body, spending extra care in the places he knew you were sensitive and leaving pretty colored marks in his wake, darkened and tender for you to remember in the morning afterglow. His hands slid down in tandem, leaving hot trails all over your skin, and you watched with shaking anticipation. His beard tickled around your thighs where he nipped softly, looking up at you with that same cheeky smile he always gave you.
The view was to die for, yet it never failed to make you feel so shy to have him so close to your sex. "No hiding, love," Lando warned softly, moving his head over to leave pretty love bites along the inside of your thighs, "Otherwise, I'll stop."
You whined at the mere thought of him stopping, already hooking your legs around his shoulders to make absolute sure that he did not do that. "That's right," Lando chuckled softly, kissing closer, and closer, breath ghosting over your heat where you glistened and pulsed all for him, "Hold onto me, yeah? Make sure I don't go anywhere hm?"
It should have been embarrassing, it really should have— the way your hips twitched up with your impatience, with his words swirling in your insides before he's even done anything to you. With your fingers tangling into already messy curls, Lando was more than happy to dive in. His arms kept your thighs fully spread, his tongue flat as he licked a slow, agonizing strip up between your folds.
Your hips dragged up with the movement, trying to gain more pleasure, but Lando stretched a forearm across your hips to keep you down. You tugged at his hair in retaliation, whining wordlessly— but that didn't work a single bit, even if it made Lando twitch against the bed. He shook his head up at you slightly, smiling as he pressed in again, lips closing around your mound so softly.
Lando lapped you up slowly, humming at your taste, so perfect, so hot. His tongue slithered against you, flicking up against your clit where he found you most sensitive. It made you moan and twitch into his mouth, wanting him closer despite being smothered right into your pussy.
Once again, exactly where he wants to be.
The sounds were obscene— wet and slippery as Lando shook his head side to side like the wild dog he was, causing you to shake under his arm as you cried out. "Fuckin' hell, love— You sound so, so beautiful," Lando practically moaned against you, smacking an open mouthed kiss around you before dipping down to tease his tongue against your entrance. You gasped, clenching around nothing while he teased and teased— continuously lapping his tongue against you.
"Lan- Please-" You moaned out, tugging at his hair, tightening your legs around his shoulders, digging your heel between the blades of his shoulders— anything to get him closer to you. Lando shifted to wrap both arms around your thighs again, shuffling closer and pressing his tongue in slowly— deeper and deeper he slid, until his nose bumped your clit each time he bobbed his head.
You moaned all pretty and sweet, relieved to finally be able to move your hips and ride his tongue. Lando let you, a bruising grip holding you down by your thighs while they shook around his head. He couldn't help but to moan with you, finding it way too fucking hot how you used his tongue for your pleasure.
Just as your hips faltered, Lando switched gears almost too quickly— tilting up to kiss and lick between your folds again as he slipped two fingers slowly, carefully inside of you. The movement had your world spinning, gasp so sharp in your chest it nearly winded you. The pleasure blindsided you, your body growing tense, and yet your hips pushed down to get him to the third knuckle.
His fingers were much thicker than yours, you've come to find, and god fuck did it work wonders. He hit all the right spots, the spots you could never reach on your own. "Full.." You moaned weakly, digging your foot into the mattress to find that one angle. That devastating, earth shattering spot that made you see the universe of stars.
Lando knew what you were doing, but he still wanted you to last a bit longer just to make up for his own silly mishap. "C'mon love, not yet," Lando murmured softly against you, taking a moment to breathe while he pumped his fingers in and out of you, shallow thrusts, no curling or anything. You looked down at him properly through glassy eyes, and it almost made him fold completely.
Almost.
"Those puppy eyes won't work on me this time, sweetheart," Lando chuckled, but the slight shake in his voice told you it really did almost work on him. But that sweet, sultry "sweetheart" made your back arch, made you groan deep in your chest— because those simple tone shifts, that damned nickname, it was enough to get you closer to that edge.
Lando inhaled suddenly, trained on the way you sucked up his finger so easily. "It's been too long, hasn't it?" He cooed softly, taking pity in your writhing. Always so needy for him, and he would not have it any other way. Suddenly, Lando pushed in deeper, circling his thumb against your clit— massaging that sweet spot.
Yeah, he wanted you to last a bit longer, but the man was ever impatient. You felt it all at once, too much, immediately— it swelled in your abdomen, the heat rushing up your arms, swirling around your cheeks. Your symphony of pleasure was music to Lando's ears, and he was playing you like a damn fiddle.
All those days fantasizing about his hands, those thick fingers and prominent veins, so tan and pretty, speckled in freckles, it finally led to his palm being slick with your need. "Fuck, that's it, love. That's right," Lando panted with you, finding that steady pace you crumbled for.
His fingers curled and rubbed against your walls, massaging that soft spot, never having enough as his lips found their way around you again. His tongue worked you open fully in sloppy figure eights, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you pushed his head further into you. There wasn't a single coherent thought in your mind, nothing except-
"Lando."
He was absolutely devastating between your legs, finding his groove as quickly as he did on track. He knew all your little tells, memorized you like the back of his hand, and it was crashing down on you all too fast.
"Hah- Fucking- Lando- Don't stop, fuck right- There-!" You cried out suddenly, shaky thighs clamping down around his head as you gushed fully into his mouth. It dripped down his chin, glistening on his lips, but he burrowed in deeper before you could try to take a glance. He held your thighs around his head, moaning right into you until you buzzed with the overstimulation.
Your hips rode his tongue to oblivion, pulsing with every slow stroke of his fingers still inside of you, coaxing every last drop of your desire right into his smiling mouth. You could practically feel the dimples against your sex, fuck— it was too much to even think about. "Lan- 'S too much-" You croaked weakly, tugging at his hair, trying to pry your thighs open, but to no avail.
Lando slurped up, ridiculously loud, before he finally peeled away from your delectable heat with a triumphant- "Wow." The man of the fucking hour— now looking up at you with evidence of a well eaten meal shining on his chin and- hell even down his neck. You scoffed slightly, folding your arms over your eyes just to recover from the buzz of your high. Lando chuckled as he rubbed your sides gently, coaxing you back down to him and pressing the occasional kiss over the darker spots on your thighs.
"..Satisfied?" You murmured finally, peeking down at Lando to find him nestled right into your thigh, that pleased smile splayed across his face. "Mmmhmm… Expeditiously," He chuckled softly.
"You definitely didn't use that word correctly," You snickered out, bringing your hand down to brush through his curls, getting a much better look of his cheek squished into you. Lando simply shrugged and nuzzled closer, leaving you with a playful growl with his bite before climbing out of bed.
"Ah ah-" Lando stopped you just as you propped yourself up on your elbows, "Don't move. 'M just getting my shirt to clean you off." Such a simple act, and still your heart fluttered like the lovestruck fool you were.
You slumped back down on the bed, smiling softly to yourself. Lando took that time to slip into cleaner boxers, cleaning himself first before crawling in next to you again. He took your hand to kiss your knuckles gently, smiling as you gazed up at him all sleepy and warm. "Hey there, pretty," He cooed against your hand, kissing the back of it this time before leaning over to pat you clean, careful to not overstimulate you further.
Once clean enough, Lando tugged your sweater down over your body, pulled on clean underwear over your pretty self, and pulled you right on top of him with that deep, content sigh. "..In the mornin'," Lando spoke up suddenly, peering up at him with curiosity etched across your narrowed eyes.
"The morning?"
"Mhm. I'll take you in the morning."
"Lando-"
"Only if you want to, of course."
Lando was quick to correct himself, giving you that tense grin. You only laughed at his expression, pushing up to kiss his chin gently. "As long as you're slow, 'm always down for a fuck in the morning," You smirked, Lando gasping at such scandalous words.
"So crass, my love. I was thinking of being much gentler than that," Lando shook his head playfully, "What kind of man do you take me for?"
"The kind that acts like a damn dog," You stuck your tongue out at him, and in return he licked your tongue, goofy laugh and all. Unfortunately, your own laughter followed, hiding your warm face into the crook of his neck with a soft groan.
"You seem to like it, though," Lando whispered low against your ear, that familiar heat riding up your spine all too fast. "Hey- That's not allowed-" You hissed, smacking at his chest. It was so unfair how much he affected you— just his voice alone did it all.
"Oh sorry, I like to watching you squirm," Lando threw your words right back at you, kissing under your ear before settling back against his folded arm. He was satisfied with his teasing for the night clearly— already able to feel just how hot you are against him. You huffed and burrowed deeper into him, hugging onto his side, throwing a leg over his hips, anything to be as close to him as possible.
"'M glad to finally have you home, Lan. Seriously," You murmured against his neck, kissing there softly, eyes barely open now. All that pleasure has successfully worn you down to the bone, and Lando was right there with you. "Me too," Lando sighed softly, turning to nose at your hairline, kiss you there in all his sweetness.
"…But were you serious?"
"Mm about?"
"The good boy comment."
Lando blinked slightly, his lips twitching into a slight smile. Fuck, maybe he was.
"If I say yes?"
"…I'd be inclined to use it."
"Mmmm," Lando hummed, closing his eyes loosely as he rubbed your back, though slowly his hand slipped lower and lower to caress your ass. You chuckled sleepily, snuggling up to him.
"You dog."
"Yeah, y'love it though."