He wrapped his legs around Oscar's waist, hands still trying to scramble for purchase around his back while he fought to take in a full gasp of air (to no avail). Oscar was hitting his prostate with damn near every thrust now, punching obscene moans out of Lando with every movement - unluckily for his attempts at regulating his breathing.

“Fuck, look at you,” Oscar muttered between heavy breaths, reconnecting his lips to Lando’s neck, pressing a slack, open mouthed kiss there before biting down just enough to sting.

Lando’s back arched off the bed immediately with a noise halfway between a sob and a moan. He was pretty sure he was crying, too much moisture on his cheeks for it to be just sweat, but the thought only lingered for half a second before Oscar snapped his hips forward again.

“Osc, I- please Oscar, it’s- god, baby, ‘s so fuckin’ good, I can’t-“

Lando could hardly process the words leaving his mouth, knew he was definitely just babbling, but couldn’t come close to bringing himself to care.

“Y’sound so pretty, Lan, Jesus. Fuckin’ perfect like this, doing so good.” Oscar’s hand trailed down, wrapping around Lando’s length, drawing out another loud cry from him after just one firm stroke.

“Please, please, I need- fuck, Osc, love you so much, it’s so- need to come, please."

To Lando's dismay, Oscar's hand stilled around him, as did his hips. He stayed like that for a few torturous seconds, buried to the hilt with his head still tucked into Lando's neck, the sudden lack of movement and friction when he was right on the edge feeling impossible to cope with. He did his best to fuck back against him while he scratched his nails down Oscar's back, whining needily, willing to do just about anything to have him continue. 

"You-" Oscar began, but cut himself off with a sharp exhale while he brought his head back up to kiss him instead. He finally thrust his hips forward again, resuming the movements of his hand, drawing out a loud moan from Lando against his mouth. "C'mon then, baby, come for me."

That was more than enough to push Lando over the edge, jutting up into Oscar's fist and gasping into his mouth, exhaling out clipped moans while he came over their stomachs and chests. His jaw fell slack, back arching off the mattress, feeling completely removed from his body as Oscar continued to work him through it.

"Just- oh, fuck, just like that, baby," Oscar groaned, thrusting into him just a few more times before he was coming too, pressing his forehead down against Lando's shoulder and panting against his sweat damp skin.

After they'd gotten comfortable again shortly after, Lando curling up against Oscar's side like he always did when they ended up like this, the room felt much quieter than it normally did. Not that it was a bad thing, but Lando couldn't deny that the lack of soft, fond comments Oscar usually offered up after they fucked had some anxiety gnawing at his chest.

He was well aware that what they had was a fragile thing. He felt comfortable and confident in their arrangement, as much as every bone in his body screamed for so much more than what he was allowed within their carefully constructed limits of keeping things physical - but he also knew that these things didn't always end well. That it was a dangerous game, mixing sex with friendship and work. 

He also knew, painfully well, that if he were to somehow fuck this up with Oscar he wouldn't be able to ever properly forgive himself.

"…You seem quiet," Lando said, forcing as nonchalant a tone as he could muster while he propped his head up to look at Oscar again.

Oscar looked down at him immediately, something almost panicked in his eyes, only spiking Lando's heart rate further.

"Oh. Uh, sorry, wasn't trying to be," he replied, his voice a bit tight. Oscar began tracing small circles into Lando's arm, but the movements were quick enough that they almost seemed to be a self-soothing fidget more than anything else - especially with how he seemed to be having difficulty maintaining eye-contact.

Lando stayed quiet for another moment, trying to figure out how hard to press him on this. He didn't want to be overbearing, but everything had been completely normal earlier, the sex had been fantastic, and he had no fucking idea why Oscar was starting to act so off now.

"'S fine, just, like- you sure you're good?" He asked, furrowing his brows, biting down on the inside of his cheek while he studied Oscar's face.

"…Yeah." Oscar cleared his throat, glancing between Lando and the wall again. "I think, like… Shit, I dunno how to say this. I think I'm just overthinking what you said a bit ago. Was it just, uh, heat of the moment or whatever? Or did you mean, like…"

Lando's stomach dropped immediately. Because, Jesus, what did he say? When? He racked his brain for every discussion they'd had that day, but nothing jumped out. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to warrant this. 

"I'm- hold on, I'm confused. What do you mean?"

He watched as Oscar's face contorted slightly, his eyes still darting between Lando and somewhere over his shoulder.

"Christ. Um, like… You said that-" Oscar took in a deep breath. "You said you loved me? And I'm really not trying to make a big deal out of it, like I don't want you to think I'm uncomfortable or anything, I've just gotta know, uh- what you meant. Or whatever."

Inadvertently, Lando's fingertips dug into the skin on Oscar's side where his hand had been resting. The room suddenly seemed boiling hot, but the blood running through his veins felt like it had turned to ice. He didn't even vaguely remember saying that, figured it must have happened when he was being fucked stupid - but Oscar had heard it regardless.

He considered lying. Started drafting out a story in his head about how he was just lost in the moment, wasn't thinking, didn't mean anything by it. But the words wouldn't seem to leave his mouth, and being dishonest about something he felt to the core of his being felt like a cardinal sin. Lando stared over at him with his lips parted slightly for several long moments before finally responding.

"…Guess I kinda do, Osc."

Oscar's eyes widened immediately while he stared back at Lando with an unreadable expression. 

"You- what?"

Lando hated having to repeat it, having to explain himself, without a confirmation - or even a hint - that Oscar might reciprocate the feeling. But he was caught between a rock and a hard place thanks to his own stupidity, and didn't have much of a choice but to elaborate.

"God, I really don't want to fuck this up, and like, if that freaks you out and you wanna stop doing all this, uh…" The thought of that made Lando want to throw up in his mouth. "Like, it's fine. And I get it, or whatever." He paused, looking away himself this time. "…But I'm not gonna lie, mate. Reckon I've been properly fucked in that regard since, like, Suzuka."

Unable to do anything but hold his breath, Lando waited in horror as he watched Oscar's expression shift. Something close to incredulity written all over it. 

"Oh," Oscar breathed, his eyes still glued to Lando, his mouth still hanging open just barely. "…Me too."

Those two words had Lando's world splitting in two as soon as they left Oscar's mouth. He was almost certain he'd imagined it. Maybe he'd gotten heat stroke in his car and was hallucinating in a hospital bed.

"What?"

Oscar let out a weak, nervous laugh that sounded almost closer to a wince. "Uh… Like… I feel the same. Have for a good while."

Lando desperately searched Oscar's face, trying to find the punchline, waiting for the anvil to drop. For an awkward apology, for the inevitable 'but,' that would pull the rug out from under him and shatter everything into pieces. 

But it didn't come. 

Not only that, but Oscar was still just looking back at him with the fondest goddamn expression (mixed with definite anxiety), eyes darting down to Lando's lips occasionally, the thumb that had been tracing circles into his arm resuming its motions slowly.

Both of them seemed to be equally lost for words, so Lando did the only thing he could think to. He shifted up, immediately pressing his lips to Oscar's, staying there for a long moment before pulling back just slightly again.

"Can you say it out loud?" Lando practically whispered, his eyes still closed, his lips brushing against Oscar's as he spoke.

Oscar took in a deep breath, bringing one hand up to card gently through Lando's curls.