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Lando feels like a tiger as he paces the length of Oscar’s hotel room.
He’s definitely on the hunt like one… On the hunter for a sexy, infuriating, cheeky Australian.
He flips the key card to the room in his hand as his mind replays the video clip. Oscar, all exhausted from qualifying, sauntering his hips through the Saudi Arabian paddock, talking about kissing walls aggressively…
Yeah, Lando is hungry for him but Oscar had this PR thing that he needed to do so Lando had begrudgingly left to the hotel first.
He lets himself fall onto the bed and reaches a hand down to cup his hard dick through his race suit. He would have showered and changed already if he didn’t know that they would get messy again soon but he feels a bit gross now.
He toys with the idea to maybe start without Oscar but then the door beeps and the Australian comes in.
“Finally!” Lando groans and sits up. “You’re such a mean tease for the video and making me wait so long.”
Oscar kicks of his shoes and raises his eyebrows at him, “’The video’?”
“The post race video…” Lando reminds him, a little peeved...
“What about it?” Oscar questions absentmindedly as he places his monster drinking bottle on the table.
Lando isn’t sure all the time if Oscar’s innocence is all real or if he acts some of it to rile him up. Either way, it works.
Every time he has Oscar on his knees, mouth filled with Lando’s cock and eyes looking up at him wide and wet, like it’s the first time he does it, Lando can’t stop himself from coming. It’s an orgasm guarantee. Pole position to win conversion 100%.
It’s gotten so bad Lando sometimes can’t let Oscar’s mouth near his dick or they won’t get to the actual fucking part… And that would just be a shame because there is just one thing better then Oscar Piastri blowing him and that is fucking him.
Instead of answering Oscar, Lando quickly gets up and makes the two steps towards Oscar. He grabs the younger man by the neck and waist and smashes their mouths together.
It's aggressive for sure, but also wet and hot and tastes so much like Oscar… It’s driving Lando insane.
Before Oscar can react, Land pushes him back and turns him around to firmly press him face first into the nearest wall. He lets out a strangled noise of pain and struggles a bit at first but when Lando squeezes his thick neck, he immediately calms down.
“Come on, Osc… You said it yourself,” And Lando leans in, his lips touching Oscar’s ear. “’Kissing walls aggressively’…” He moans into Oscar’s ear and Oscar answers with a sweet, sweet whimper that goes straight to Lando’s cock. “You’ve done that to get me all fired up, slut, admit it. The image of you against a wall, all wet and pathetic and needy for cock…”
Oscar tries to answer, shakes his head yes and no at the same time, but Lando squeezes his neck again and Oscar gets lost in another moan.
Lando loves it when Oscar submits to him so easily. It doesn’t work like this all the time – they both need the struggle some days, even if the outcome is always the same… But today Oscar is sweet as a koala.
“Come on, Osc, admit it,” Lando demands as Oscar keeps on writhing in his grip with panting breathes. It’s not a real struggle but Lando punishes him with a slap on the butt anyway. Oscar moan loudly in response.
Then Lando takes advantage of how they are standing and grinds his clothed dick on Oscar’s ass that still feels firm and juicy under his race suit. He wonders if Oscar can even feel it through the many layers separating them, so for good measure he gropes it firmly.
“Lando, please,” He gets as a response, Oscar’s voice is already high and raspy.
“Not until you admit it,” Lando sing-songs and keeps rubbing himself on Oscar.
He can come like this – Oscar can’t. They both know it.
In defeat Oscar rests his head against the wall, the finally breathes out in a small voice, “I did it to rile you up… It’s been so long.”
“And why has it been so long?” Lando asks but rewards Oscar by slowly undoing the other man’s race suit. First undoing the neck and then lowering the zipper painfully slowly.
“Because I went out to dinner with Logan instead of staying with you last Sunday,” Oscar struggles out, his breath hitching at the last word.
Lando leans in again, “Good boy,” He praises and without warning reaches into Oscar’s fireproofs and underwear to grip is hard cock.
He gives him a few hard strokes in time with thrusting himself against him but it’s not enough anymore. So he makes quick work, ripping Oscar’s race suit and underwear down enough to expose his pale ass.
“So pretty,” Lando moans out and gives it another slap as Oscar pushes it out to present himself to Lando.
“Come on, Lando, no more teasing,” Oscar begs as Lando takes his sweet time looking at the Australian. His hands grip both of his cheeks and separate them to expose the tight clench of Oscar’s hole. He’s pink and only a little hairy there.
For good measure Lando leans over his hole and lets a drop of spit fall down. The glistening wetness trails down Oscar’s taint until it reaches his hole that looks like it’s greedily swallowing it.
“Fuck!” They swear in unison.
Lando is doubly glad that he came prepared and reaches into his own race suit to retrieve a small bottle of lube. Oscar tends to be very tight after a few weeks of them not fucking and Lando know his patience is running thinner and thinner by the moments he has Oscar moaning before him.
So he lets a dollop fall onto Oscar’s hole and gets rewarded by something like a shriek, “Cold!”
But Lando only chuckles and spreads the lube around Oscar’s rim. Then he slowly pushes the finger inside.
He's engulfed by velvety, a little dry heat.
Both of them moan, Oscar more in discomfort, so Lando starts kissing his exposed neck and shoulders. He keeps it going like that, soothing Oscar and opening him up slowly but determinedly.
By now they’re in tune like that: Lando knows when Oscar starts pushing back on his fingers that he wants another, but Lando also knows that Oscar would prefer to be a little underprepared. He had admitted a few months ago, while going beautifully red in the face, that he likes the sting and the drag, but tonight Lando can’t give him that – not before the race tomorrow…
So he ads a fourth finger to Oscar’s hole and fucks him good and hard with them.
He hears Oscar slur something.
“What are you saying, sweetheart?” He asks, expecting him to beg to be fucked now but instead Oscar surprises him.
“Slow and hard,” Oscar finally croaks out but it’s obvious that he’s mimicking Lando’s own accent.
Lando stills with his fingers deep inside Oscar, only a centimetre or so away from where he knows his prostate is.
“Mate, you’re not quoting me from the fucking quadrant video with angry ginge?!” Lando asks in astonishment but Oscar only chuckles. “This guy…” Lando mumbles to himself but rewards Oscar with a quick brush over his prostate. Oscar moans again and Lando can’t contain himself any longer.
He unzips his own race suit but only reaches inside to take his hard dick out, not removing the garment. He hopes the zipper will leave nice red marks on the pale globes of Oscar’s ass...
Lando throws his head back and closes his eyes as he guides is cock to Oscar’s hole and slowly pushes inside. While he himself only lets out one deep groan, Oscar moan in short staccato sounds.
When he’s fully inside he gives both of them a moment to catch their breathes. Oscar takes the moment to brace himself more firmly against the wall and he moans out, “So full…”
“Yeah, baby,” Lando coos and presses himself flush against Oscar’s naked back. He must feel the roughness of Lando’s race suit and fireproofs and lets out a disbelieving moan. “Taking it so well,” Lando praises and from the side he can see Oscar blush prettily.
While Lando is not crazy long he has a lot of girth, so it had taken them a few tries to have Oscar fully take his cock. And sometimes Oscar still needs reassurance that he is doing well.
Lando leans in a peppers Oscar’s neck with kisses until he gets a firm nod.
After that it’s all bets off.
Lando takes Oscar by the shoulder and hip, pulls out almost all the way and then slams back in. He fucks into him with a slow but hard pace, making sure to grind into Oscar’s prostate as much as he can. On every hit he’s rewarded with a breathy moan.
“So good,” Oscar wails out on a particular hard thrust and Lando knows he won’t last much longer. So he does what he came here to do.
The hand that has been on Oscar’s shoulder grips into his hair and presses his face into the wall.
“Come on, Osc, do it,” He demands between two groans. “Kiss the wall, baby.”
That gets a sound between a huff and a whine from Oscar, who shakes his head against Lando’s firm grip. Persuasion it is.
Lando halts deep inside Oscar and his hand sneaks to his cock. He makes a tight ring with his fist around the base of it and then grinds into his prostate.
The result is immediate.
Oscar throws his head back violently, almost knocking it on Lando’s forehead, and yells.
Lando has half a brain to feel sorry for their neighbours. But his thoughts are quickly pull all towards Oscar that is now flailing wildly in his arms, caught between intense pleasure and being unable to come. But Lando keeps a tight hold on him.
“Do it,” He demands and bites into Oscar’s earlobe.
The younger man seems too caught up to move out of the arch of his back so Lando eases off of his prostate but keeps the tight ring on his cock, keeping him unable to come.
“Fuck!” Oscar swears and his voice is wet. “Fine…” He whines and leans forward.
Lando is frankly mesmerizes.
Oscar’s red and wet cheeks are pressed to the white hotel wall as his pink lips meet it. It’s not really making out obviously but Oscar gives it a good shot, moving his lips, opening and closing them, having his eyes closed… Lando could watch him for hours.
He leaves a damp spot behind and before Lando can stop himself he pushes Oscar’s head to the side and licks it. It tastes like Oscar and he moans. If all wall kisses in F1 were like this, it’d be the only thing he’d do on race weekends...
Oscar moans as well but probably also because Lando’s dick is rubbing his prostate again.
“Please,” He moans out and Lando takes his mouth off the wall. “I need to come, please, Lando…” And his hand pushes under Lando’s, that is pressed to the wall.
With their fingers intertwined against the wall Lando braces again on Oscar’s hip to go for their finishing lap.
His thrusts aren’t as precise anymore. It’s more sloppy humping but it’s getting them both off. Oscar is a moaning babbling mess in his arms and that only intensifies when Lando takes their intertwined hands to jerk Oscar off.
It's Oscar who comes first with a loud yell, his cum splattering on to the wall in short spurts.
Lando fucks him through it as long as he can hold back, then he pushes in as deep as he can and comes…
Oscar is panting but mostly silent as he takes Lando’s load.
For good measure Lando fucks his cum back into Oscar with shallow, lazy thrusts that garner him overstimulated whines. Then pulls out.
He guides them both to the bed, ignoring his cum that is smearing onto the bedding as he pulls Oscar down with him.
He hugs Oscar tightly from behind and strokes both his stomach and his hair.
“Crazy…” Oscar lulls – half asleep and half awake. “You’re crazy…”
“Only for you, Oscar, only for you…” Lando promises and buries his head in the nape of Oscar’s neck.