cursed with the fangirl gene

no wonder lando acts like a omega in heat around him, i would be the same

get you a man that can do both 🤓

babyboy, honeybee [8k.]

Oscar drifts until his head finds Lando’s shoulder again, too heavy and fuzzy and floaty to hold it up all by himself, and Lando rests his cheek briefly against the top of Oscar's head in return, giggling softly.

“Hmm?”

“Hair’s ticklish,” Lando chuckles quietly, the familiar weight of his palm coming to rest against the top of Oscar’s head briefly before he brushes it smooth a bit, humming to himself when he’s satisfied with his work. “’S just too soft.”

“Reckon I never heard that complaint before.” Lando’s being so silly Oscar’s even managed a full sentence, who would have thought. Not him.

or; about coming home together, and about someone who stays, and about having a cheese toastie at the end of the world with someone you love.

Words: 11,405 (completed) ₊˚⊹♡ Rating: Explicit, 18+ ₊˚⊹♡ Tags: Recreational drug use/MDMA, raves, getting together

cw: recreational drug use

Summary/snippet: "Hey," Lando said with a smile, loud enough to be heard over the music, while he reached forward with one hand to grab a gentle hold of Oscar's forearm. The touch felt devastatingly intimate somehow, his skin warm and slightly damp from sweat where his fingers rested. "You feeling anything yet?"

Oscar opened his eyes to meet Lando's, pupils impossibly dilated, his lips parted.

"Yeah," he replied, too quiet to be properly heard. Lando was able to rely decently enough on lip reading, thankfully. "Holy shit."

Lando's grin only stretched further. He recognized the look on his face well, but it was certainly warped with something heavier, something looser, more pliant. It was nearly the same look he’d seen Oscar wearing every time he stood at the top of the podium, flushed and at ease and satisfied. A loose smile on his lips, eyelids heavy from exhaustion and something warmer than that, his thoughts clearly occupied by nothing but his own content. 

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