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“Ask me for it,” Daniel teased, tilting Lando’s head back and smirking at him.
Daniel was sitting on the edge of the workout bench, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other twisted into Lando’s curls. He was really... very pretty when he was on his knees, even if this wasn’t how they usually did things. Daniel normally didn’t make him ask for anything because getting himself wrapped up in all things Lando was too easy, but making him wait was fun, too.
“Danny,” Lando grumbled, frowning at him stubbornly.
He wasn’t whining yet, but being on his knees always made him a little softer around the edges. Lando usually liked to be in charge, the epitome of a power bottom, but it felt right that he was on his knees for Daniel today. It helped him quiet down when things were getting too loud in his head.
Daniel would give him anything he needed.
“That didn’t sound like you asking me,” Daniel teased, letting his fingers drag down the side of Lando’s stubbly cheek. He was glad he had stopped shaving. There was something about his patchy little beard that Daniel really loved. It probably had something to do with the fact Daniel was the one who convinced him to stop shaving in the first place, but nobody had to know that.
“You’re the one who wanted a blow job,” Lando said, huffy and pretending like he wasn’t the one who decided he needed Daniel in his mouth five minutes ago. Like this wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be, hard and kneeling between Daniel’s legs. Like he wasn’t stiff and aching in his grey sweats just from the idea of Daniel in his mouth.
He was the one who had interrupted their workout to sink to his knees, after all.
Lando always fought this side of himself because he felt he needed to be a certain way. He considered himself a failure if he wasn’t the fastest, the strongest, or the funniest. Somehow, that translated to the bedroom, too. He had to be the biggest, the loudest, the hardest. But occasionally, when he needed it the most, he let himself be different around Daniel.
He let himself be... this.
Pretty and on his knees.
It had been less than a week since Lando won his first race in Miami, and the days to follow had all been... a lot. It had been back-to-back nights of partying, drinking, and fucking against every surface in their home. Lando hadn’t slept more than a few hours a night, and if he didn’t let himself come down soon, he would head straight into a breakdown.
That’s where Daniel came into play.
He always knew how to calm Lando down.
They knew they needed to switch roles without saying the words aloud. Maybe it was soulmate shit, or maybe they had just been together for a long time, but it was nice that it didn’t have to be a conversation. Especially because Lando was never good at talking about his feelings, and Daniel had too many feelings.
Sometimes it was healthier to just fuck.
Daniel slid his fingers back into Lando’s curls and tugged, making him gasp and tilt his head again. He blinked up at Daniel, lips parted and surprised. Fuck, that was good. Daniel loved him more than life itself. He swallowed his sappy feelings, showing nothing on his face as he repeated, “Ask me, Lando.”
“Daniel,” Lando said, a bit whinier than before. His resolve was already starting to fade. Lando knew how to be a good boy; he just had to let himself get there. It was like muscle memory for him, like riding a bike or warming his tires on an out lap. He didn’t have to think about it. He just had to sink into the feeling.
“Come on, baby.” Daniel chuckled, keeping his fingers tight in Lando’s curls as he started jerking himself off slowly with the other hand. Lando tried to look down at it, always obsessed with watching Daniel touch himself, but Daniel forced his head back with another tug on his curls. Lando huffed at him, lips turned down in a deep frown. Daniel’s tone was teasing as he said, “Be a good boy and ask me for it.”
“Daniel,” Lando complained, biting down hard on his bottom lip. “If you want me to suck you off, you have to let go of my—” except he never finished his sentence because Daniel shoved his fingers in his mouth instead. Lando moaned, wrapping his lips around Daniel’s fingers and sucking on them.
“That’s better,” Daniel said, sliding his pointer and middle finger along Lando’s wet tongue. “You just needed something in your mouth, yeah? You always have a little bit of an attitude until your mouth is full,” Daniel babbled because he knew it drove Lando crazy when he talked to him like this.
Lando whined.
Fuck, that was good.
Daniel slid his fingers deep into Lando’s mouth, staring at how his lips wrapped beautifully around his fingers. The inside of Lando’s mouth was hot like molten lava, and Daniel couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock. Even though he had just had Lando’s mouth on him last night, it had already been too long.
“Such a pretty mouth,” Daniel mused, slowly fucking him with his fingers before pulling them all the way out. Lando whined at the loss, his tongue chasing after them, desperately wanting them back in his mouth. It had no business being as hot as it was. Something about Lando—his desperate, sassy, snarky Lando—being so fucking desperate for him really scratched the possessive side of Daniel’s brain.
Daniel was going to keep him for the rest of his life.
He dragged his wet fingers down Lando’s chin, leaving a sticky, shiny trail of spit down the center of it.
“Pretty,” Daniel said, bending forward to kiss him. Because he had to.
Lando moaned into the kiss, his big hands wrapping around Daniel’s legs and sliding up to his thighs.
Daniel had traveled to every corner of the world and seen many amazing things in his life, but nothing even came close to Lando’s mouth. It was his favorite place to be. It was warm, and sweet, and always so fucking wet. Lando had this habit of sticking his tongue out of his mouth all the time: when he was talking, or thinking, or concentrating hard on something. It only served to make his mouth even wetter.
Fuck, Daniel was obsessed.
He pulled back and tilted Lando’s head back by his chin. They made eye contact, and Lando’s eyes were already a bit glassy just from sucking on his fingers and a bit of kissing. Perfect boy. Daniel had to compose himself; getting distracted by Lando Norris’ mouth was too easy. He cleared his throat, tightening his fingers around his cock again as he looked at Lando’s eyes.
“Ask me,” Daniel repeated, no amusement left in his voice. “If you want my cock, you have to ask me for it.”
“Please,” Lando whispered, flexing his big hands against Daniel’s thighs. They were bigger than Daniel’s by a considerable margin, even though Daniel was taller than him. “Please let me suck your cock.”
“Good boy,” Daniel praised, using his thumb to drag Lando’s mouth open again before finally guiding his cock inside. Fucking hell. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was what dreams were literally made of. Daniel moaned, wrapping both of his hands around the back of Lando’s head and holding him on his cock. “I knew you could be a good boy,” Daniel said, using his hold on Lando’s curls to pull him off so that he could fuck inside again.
Lando really had the best mouth.
Daniel was so lucky to be the only one who got to have him like this.
Lando tightened his fingers against Daniel’s thighs, taking him into the back of his throat and making Daniel see stars at the pressure. “Fuck, that’s it,” Daniel groaned, keeping one hand in Lando’s curls and leaning back against the other. “You’re so good at taking my cock, baby,” Daniel praised, eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling.
Perfect, perfect boy.
Lando moved one of his hands to the base of Daniel’s cock, holding him steady as he pulled off and mouthed down the side. It only made everything messier. Lando’s mouth was so wet with spit and Daniel’s pre-come that it was dripping down past his balls. Daniel was pretty sure it was the best feeling in the world.
He fucking loved mess.
Lando took him in his mouth again, moaning around his cock and moving his hand back to his thigh. Daniel threaded both of his hands back into Lando’s curls, holding him steady as he fucked up into his mouth. “That’s what you needed, yeah, baby?” he asked, his words blending in with the obscene sounds coming from Lando’s throat. “You needed me to fuck this pretty mouth of yours?”
Lando whined around him, squeezing his thighs so hard they might bruise.
Daniel hoped they did.
“This is what you’ve needed all week,” Daniel babbled, saying anything that came to his mind. Lando loved to be talked to when they switched roles, and Daniel could run his mouth like no other. “You’ve spent all week being the man, yeah? Everyone praising you, and looking up to you, and wanting to suck your cock. But this is what you needed all along, isn’t it? Nothing makes sense until your mouth is full of my cock.”
“Danny,” Lando whined, pulling off to breathe.
If he kept going, he might get a daddy out of him.
“You just couldn’t wait until we finished our workout. You needed me in your mouth more than you needed air in these pretty lungs, huh? Such a needy, desperate boy,” Daniel rambled, just to make Lando whine some more. He didn’t disappoint, squeezing his eyes closed and whining beautifully. “Do you think everyone knows how much you love having a cock in your mouth?”
Lando whimpered, wrapping his fingers around the base of Daniel’s cock and taking him back inside. Daniel groaned out a good boy, wrapping one of his hands around the back of Lando’s neck and helping him set the pace he needed.
Lando’s mouth might actually be better than any race Daniel had ever won.
“I wish everyone could see how good you look on my cock, baby,” Daniel said, doubling down on his last point just to make Lando lose it a bit more. It was something they had talked about a lot recently, the idea of fucking somewhere that people could potentially see them, but they still had to figure out the details on how to do it safely.
That didn’t stop them from talking about it, though.
Sometimes, talking was more fun, anyway.
“Maybe I should start an Instagram live,” Daniel rambled, squeezing the back of Lando’s neck as he fucked up into his mouth. Lando choked around his cock, and Daniel loosened his grip on his neck for him to pull off. Lando gasped air into his lungs, and Daniel hummed. “Mmm, yeah, I knew you’d like that. My little show-off.”
“Daniel,” Lando whined, his voice fucked out and raw.
“Put my cock back in your mouth, baby,” Daniel breathed, tipping Lando’s mouth open again and sliding back inside. Lando moaned around him, keeping eye contact with him as he closed his mouth around his length. “I wonder how many views it’d get,” Daniel continued, thrusting into his mouth. “Do you think Max would watch?”
“Please,” Lando whined, gasping for air again. “Please, please, please.”
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Daniel groaned, bending down to kiss him again. It only made Lando whine even louder. Daniel fucked his tongue into his used mouth, desperately chasing the taste of his own come. Fuck, he was getting so close. This was going to be over before it ever really started. He pulled off his mouth, holding Lando away with a hand against the front of his throat.
It made Lando whine louder.
Daniel smirked at him and said sympathetically, “Poor baby.”
Then he pulled him back onto his cock.
“Fucking hell,” Daniel groaned, struggling to keep his eyes open again at how good it felt. Lando’s mouth should be put in the Louvre. It should have its own fucking exhibit where thousands of people could line up to visit it, to gawk at it, and to wonder how anything could ever be so goddamn perfect.
... but maybe that was Daniel’s dick talking.
He really needed to come.
“I want to fuck you,” Daniel said, pulling Lando off his cock by the back of his neck. Lando whined at the loss, tongue chasing after him until Daniel pulled him further away. Lando’s eyebrows pinched grumpily, and Daniel was sure he hadn’t heard what he said. He was too busy mourning the loss of his cock. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
“Yeah,” Lando said, clipped and still totally fucked out. He coughed to clear his throat, his eyes glassy and his mouth shiny and wet as he smiled at Daniel. “Yeah. Please fuck me.”
“We have to go upstairs for that,” Daniel reminded him, cursing at his past self for not leaving a bottle of lube in their home gym. Lando frowned, sitting back on his haunches and wiping his mouth with his forearm. God, he somehow made everything look good. Daniel had no idea how he did it.
“Will you carry me up the stairs?” Lando asked, eyes heavy but still full of wit.
Only if you agree to marry me, Daniel almost said. “Of course.”
“Then you got yourself a deal,” Lando said, using his grip on Daniel’s thighs to push himself up. His knees popped as he went, and Daniel almost felt bad for him, except he had gotten a stellar blow job out of the deal. Daniel stood up, grabbing Lando by the waist and pulling him in for another kiss.
Lando went boneless in his arms, melting into him as their tongues slid together. Daniel moaned happily into it, reaching down to hoist Lando up by his ass. Lando went without protest, wrapping his muscular legs around Daniel’s waist and mouthing down his neck. “Good boy,” Daniel praised, flexing his fingers against Lando’s ass just to make him squirm.
It also bought him another second to compose himself before starting to move.
He didn’t want to drop him.
That would seriously kill the moment.
It was a ridiculous image, a naked from the waist down Daniel carrying a fully dressed Lando up two flights of stairs in their shared home. Daniel was still hard, his dick messy with Lando’s spit and bobbing side to side as he walked up the stairs. It was a ridiculous image, and Daniel was so fucking endeared by the whole thing.
Lando kept mouthing at his neck, and Daniel was sure he was leaving a bruise.
He couldn’t find it in himself to care.
They had another week before returning to the paddock; it would probably fade before then. Daniel finally crossed over into their bedroom just as his thighs were starting to scream at him. He kneed his way onto the bed, letting Lando drop down onto the mattress before kissing him again.
Fuck, that was totally worth the trip.
“Danny,” Lando whined, grinding up against his thigh.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Daniel said, pushing onto his knees and pulling Lando with him. Lando went easily, not putting up any sort of a fight. He knew Daniel would take care of him. Daniel pulled Lando’s shirt off—finally—and made quick work of pulling his sweats down. Lando’s cock was big and hard and wet at the tip when it slapped against his belly.
Daniel’s mouth watered.
Like... actually fucking watered.
Maybe he should touch some grass.
Daniel pulled his shirt off, tossing it carelessly toward the other side of the room as he dropped back down on top of Lando. He needed to get some friction on his cock again before he lost his mind. He wrapped a hand around Lando’s thigh, spreading him open and holding his leg around his hips.
“You’re so hard, baby,” Daniel teased, grinding their cocks together. “What’s got you so desperate, pretty boy?”
He wasn’t expecting an answer, but.
“You,” Lando whined, hands coming to Daniel’s waist. “I need your cock.”
“You can have my cock, sweetheart,” Daniel groaned, kissing him again because he couldn’t stand not to. That fucking mouth, Daniel thought, pulling off so he could reach over to the nightstand and grab the lube. Lando didn’t make it easy, entwining their legs and rolling with Daniel as he moved. “Turn over.”
He expected a sarcastic comment, but.
Lando made a soft sound of agreement, pushing up on his elbows and then rolling over.
Daniel took a deep breath to compose himself, lifting off his knees as Lando rolled. He settled back down on the back of Lando’s thighs, looking down at his dick pressed against Lando’s tanned skin.
It was far more beautiful than it had any right being.
“I bet you’re still open from this morning,” Daniel mused, running his mouth so that he could distract himself from his desire to come. Lando groaned, hugging a pillow to his chest and rubbing his cheek against it. “You already had my cock first thing this morning, but you just need it again, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Lando agreed softly, mumbling against the fabric of the pillow. “Feels good.”
“Feels great,” Daniel corrected, slicking up his fingers and setting the bottle down by Lando’s hip. “Your ass is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, baby,” Daniel babbled, rubbing his wet fingers against Lando’s hole just to make him squirm some more. Lando whined, hugging the pillow tighter and pushing back against his fingers.
“Please,” Lando mumbled.
And, really, who was Daniel to say no?
“So polite,” Daniel praised, sliding his middle finger into Lando smoothly. Lando moaned appreciatively, but Daniel’s ears started to ring because of how hard he was, and he almost missed it. Watching his finger sink into Lando would always be one of his favorite things in the world. “Fuck, look at that.”
”Danny, fuck,” Lando whined, pressing back against his finger. “More, more, more.”
Daniel should have told him off for being greedy, but he gave him what he wanted instead.
“Thank you.” Lando sighed happily, arching his back and relaxing around Daniel’s fingers. God. Daniel braced his free hand against the dip in Lando’s back, thumbing one of his cheeks further apart as he fucked his fingers deep inside of him. It brought a beautiful noise out of Lando’s lungs, so he did it again.
Daniel’s eyes flicked to Lando’s phone lying on the bed. It must have been in the pocket of his sweats when he took them off. Daniel looked back down at Lando’s ass, sliding his fingers in and out. Lando whined, and Daniel’s eyes flicked back over to his phone, chewing his bottom lip into his mouth in thought.
Fuck it.
He reached over and picked up the phone, his other fingers still deep inside Lando. He swiped the phone up, and it unlocked with Face ID. They both programmed their phones with each other’s faces after one too many “What’s your fuckin’ password again?” questions. This was just easier, and Daniel was extremely thankful for it now.
Daniel opened the camera app.
Maybe he’d bring out his fancy digital camera next time, but for now, this would do.
Daniel held the phone close to his chin, pointing down at Lando from the same perspective he was seeing him from. Lando’s back had a deep arch to it, his strong biceps flexed and bulging from how hard he was hugging the pillow. Two of Daniel’s fingers were buried deep inside him; the black tattooed 3 on his pinky was sharp against Lando’s skin.
It really was beautiful.
Daniel was so lucky to see him like this every day.
The camera shutter went off, and Lando gasped from under him. He whipped his head over his shoulder, mouth open in shock, and Daniel couldn’t help but grin at him as he hit the shutter button again. Lando whined, fucking himself back on Daniel’s fingers obscenely as he said, “Daniel, oh my god.”
“That’s it, baby,” Daniel groaned, slowly pulling his fingers out and taking another picture with them flat against him. Every time the shutter sound went off, Lando whined. It might have been the best decision Daniel had ever made. Why hadn’t he thought about this sooner?
Daniel wrapped his hand around his cock, pressing it against Lando’s hole before taking another picture.
Pretty.
“Daniel, please,” Lando whined into the pillow. “I can’t— please— just—”
“I’ve got you, baby,” Daniel groaned, putting the phone down to grab the lube instead. He squirted some cold lube on his fingers and didn’t even wait for it to warm up before slicking himself up. He needed to be inside Lando more than ever before. “I know exactly what you need,” Daniel said, too far gone to cringe at how cheesy it was.
Daniel pressed his wet cock against Lando’s hole, scrambling to pick up the phone again.
He took a picture of his shiny cock, and then pressed it inside.
“Daddy,” Lando groaned. There it was. Fuck. He had a feeling that was coming tonight.
Lando wasn’t a big daddy kink kind of guy.
He was too lighthearted and unserious for it.
They had a pretty playful relationship, and he liked to joke around with Daniel a lot, even when they were fucking. If he were being a shit, he’d refuse to do something Daniel wanted until he called him daddy. But sometimes, on the very rare occasion that Lando let himself be vulnerable enough to say it, it would slip out of his mouth when he was down.
Daniel loved him so much that it hurt.
But he knew he had to tread carefully.
Lando would never respond well to a grunted “take daddy’s cock, baby,” or anything even close to it. Because that wasn’t who Lando was. He liked to be taken care of sometimes, and he liked to feel small sometimes, but he never wanted that acknowledged. He would get far too embarrassed and in his head about it.
Usually, Daniel would just pretend he didn’t hear it.
It made everything easier for Lando.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” Daniel said dumbly, head empty and ears ringing.
He took another picture. He wasn’t even sure they were in the frame.
Lando whined even louder.
Daniel pushed in slowly until he was all the way inside, his cock begging for attention and wanting to just fuck Lando as hard as he could. He wanted to pin him down and make him take it. He wanted to wrap his hand around Lando’s neck until he was crying and choking on the word daddy.
Lando would probably like it.
Daniel took another picture, spreading himself over Lando’s back and wrapping his arms around him. He kissed up his neck, nosing at his cheek and pressing a kiss sideways onto his mouth. He mostly missed his lips, but he didn’t think either of them cared. “Look, baby,” Daniel urged, nodding to the phone in his hand.
He turned the camera around, and Lando whined when he saw his reflection.
It was a shitty angle and even shittier lighting, but it would do the trick. Daniel ground his cock deep inside Lando, pulling the phone closer to them until it was only their faces and necks in the picture. You couldn’t even tell they weren’t wearing shirts. “Smile,” Daniel said hotly against his ear.
“Danny,” Lando said, mouth open and looking more fucked out than ever before.
“Smile, baby,” Daniel said against his jaw.
Lando smiled.
Daniel took the picture.
“Good boy,” Daniel said, dropping the phone and pushing off Lando’s back. “We’ll put that on my Instagram later,” he said, completely serious. You probably couldn’t tell they were fucking in it. He gripped Lando’s hips tightly, looking down at his cock as he pulled out and then fucked back inside for real.
Lando groaned, collapsing onto his front and whining loudly into the pillow.
Daniel was pretty sure he mumbled another daddy into the pillow.
He was so fucking close to coming already.
If Lando Norris had the best mouth in the world, his ass was even better.
Daniel wasn’t a poet or a songwriter by any means, but he was pretty sure he could sit down and write the dirtiest, sappiest love letter to Lando’s perfect ass if you gave him the opportunity. Lando always had a way of pulling him in; no matter how many times they got off during the day or how long he kept him plugged up, he was just... perfect.
“Now the whole world can see how pretty you are,” Daniel said, sliding his cock almost all the way out before fucking back inside. “We should print them out and hang them up on the wall,” Daniel babbled some more, his words starting to slur together. “Send an all-staff email to the paddock with the .jpg attached.”
“Daniel,” Lando whined, panting heavily into the pillow.
“Maybe we could get George to do a PowerPoint presentation on them,” Daniel said because he had truly lost the plot by now. Lando was squeezing the life out of his dick, and he was pretty sure all of his brain cells were going with it. All of his useless threats seemed only to spur Lando on, though, who pushed up onto his hands and started meeting Daniel’s thrusts.
“Daniel, I’m so close,” Lando groaned, grinding back against him.
“Me too, baby,” Daniel said, laughing a bit overwhelmed. His orgasm hadn’t exactly crept up on him, but he usually had more stamina than this. He might have been embarrassed about it if it had been with anybody other than Lando. “Hand me the phone,” Daniel said, another dirty idea popping into his mind.
Lando felt around on the bed before finally finding it, grabbing it, and holding it over his shoulder. Daniel took it, setting it by his hip before fucking back into him. He was holding Lando’s hips so tight that he left little white indents from his nails; he hoped they would bruise and brand him as Daniel’s.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” Daniel said, his rhythm starting to go off. “You feel so fucking good, Jesus, baby. My favorite boy in the world. You always feel so good around my cock,” he rambled, sweat dripping down his back as he fucked in faster, chasing after his orgasm.
“Please,” Lando whined, hand sneaking between the mattress to touch himself. “I want it.”
“Stop,” Daniel groaned, tugging roughly at Lando’s arm. Lando whined but let go of himself and hugged the pillow instead. “Good boy,” Daniel praised, panting loudly and moaning when Lando shifted and the angle changed. God, that felt so fucking good. “I’m coming baby, I’m— fuck!”
Coming deep inside somebody might be as close to heaven as Daniel would ever get.
“Daniel, Danny, Daddy.” Lando gasped, pushing back against him and shaking with his need to come.
“Fuck,” Daniel said dumbly, feeling close to passing out. His ears were still ringing, he was covered in sweat, and his cock was still pulsing deep inside Lando. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needed to pull himself together and make Lando come, but my god.
There was nothing in the world that could ever feel better than this.
Daniel picked up the phone, bringing his forearm up to wipe the sweat from his brow before unlocking it. He blinked at the phone to clear his vision, pulling the camera open and laughing when it still showed his reflection. He looked like a fucking mess. Leave it to Lando Norris to still make a mess out of him, even when he was the one begging to be made a mess of.
He flipped the camera around, much preferring to look at Lando anyway. He took a deep breath, thumbing at Lando’s ass again before slowly pulling his softening cock out. A flood of white followed his cock, and Daniel quickly pressed the shutter button multiple times as it dripped down Lando’s ass and onto the bed.
“Fucking beautiful,” Daniel moaned.
Lando whined so loud it could have rattled the windows.
“Danny, Danny, please—I need to come.”
“I know, baby,” Daniel said, blinking rapidly to try and clear his head. God. He couldn’t wait to look at those pictures again later; he couldn’t wait to see Lando’s face when he saw them for the first time. Daniel dropped the phone on the bed again, pressing himself against Lando’s back and reaching around to wrap his fingers around his cock.
It was the first time he had touched Lando since they started, and he was honestly surprised that Lando hadn’t come untouched, based on how hard and hot he was in his hand. Lando groaned, fucking his cock into Daniel’s fist and mouthing at his own bicep.
It was... fucking obscene.
Lando was so effortlessly hot that it made Daniel’s head spin.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Daniel whispered against his ear. “You’ve been such a patient boy, haven’t ya?”
“Yes,” Lando whimpered, arms shaking from holding himself up. “Wanna come.”
“Yeah, I want you to come,” Daniel said, sliding his fist along Lando’s cock. Lando was leaking all over his fingers, and he was pretty sure if he touched the sheets, there would be a wet spot from where he had been grinding his cock on. “Be a good boy for me, yeah?”
“Danny.” Lando gasped, his hips stuttering and his cock jerking in his hand.
“That’s it, Lando,” Daniel praised, bending to mouth at his neck. “Let go, baby. You deserve it.”
“Daniel, I’m—”
Lando always made the prettiest noise when he came.
It was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and his face always had this soft... surprised look, like his orgasm had snuck up on him even though he had been working toward it all along. It was something that Daniel should really try to capture on film one day.
Lando came all over Daniel’s fist and the sheet below them, his head bowing deep between his shoulder blades as he whined and whimpered into the mattress. His arms were still shaking, and his ass clenched tightly, almost as if on reflex. It was the best goddamn thing this life had to offer.
“That’s it, babe,” Daniel said softly, working Lando’s cock through his orgasm and kissing up the side of his neck. Lando shook against him, arms begging to give out underneath him. Daniel gently let go of his cock before easing him down on the bed to give his arms a break, rolling him over with a gentle hand on his hip. “There he is,” Daniel mused when they made eye contact.
Lando smiled at him, closing his eyes and biting down on his smirk.
He never stayed down after he came, but he would be relaxed and cuddly for the rest of the night. It was one of Daniel’s favorite things about them swapping roles. Lando was always a cuddly guy, even when he was rough and demanding, but this Lando was the softest and sweetest of them all.
“That was—” Lando yawned, his shoulders shaking with the force of it. Daniel laughed. “—Incredible. Amazing. Ten out of ten. Absolutely mint.”
“Yeah?” Daniel laughed, sitting back on his haunches and smirking at him.
“Yeah,” Lando said, smiling softly at him. He sat up, his big hands returning to Daniel’s thighs as he leaned forward to kiss him. Daniel moaned into it, threading his clean fingers into Lando’s curls and tugging on them again. Lando smirked into the kiss, making a soft, happy noise before pulling back.
He held eye contact with Daniel as he reached between them, wrapping his fingers around Daniel’s wrist and pulling it up toward his mouth. Daniel watched with wide, unblinking eyes. There was a steak of Lando’s come over the rose tattoo on his thumb, and he knew what was coming without Lando saying anything.
Lando looked up and made eye contact with him as he licked out over the rose.
“You’re a fucking menace,” Daniel said, his cock desperately trying to get hard again.
“Says the man who decided to have a full on photoshoot in the middle of a fuck,” Lando teased, rolling his eyes as he flopped down onto his back again. Daniel couldn’t help but laugh, wiping the rest of Lando’s come off on the sheets before laying down on top of him.
Lando had already made a mess of the bed anyway.
“Wait til you see them,” Daniel said, wiggling his eyebrows at him. “I think there’s some winners in there.”
“I think you’re a winner,” Lando said, fucked out and stupid.
Daniel giggled at him.
“Hey,” Daniel mused, nosing at Lando’s cheek to get him to open his eyes. Lando squeezed his eyes shut tighter before opening them, smiling at Daniel and placing his hands on his back. “I love you, you know that?”
Lando preened at him. “Yeah, I know.”
“Sick,” Daniel said, smirking at him.
“Can we order pizza for dinner?”
“Sure,” Daniel said with a nod. “But I gotta post our selfie to Instagram first.”