🔐 heat waves

lando norris x oscar piastri / 9.2k words / explicit

Throat dry, Lando swallows audibly, trying to source some moisture. “If I kissed you properly,” he hears himself say, every syllable injected with an over-confidence he doesn’t feel. “You’d never want to stop.” He doesn’t realise his body has been moving of its own accord, stepping closer to Oscar again until they’re breathing the same air, face to face. Encroaching the boundaries of personal space, the atmosphere between them charged; the void amidst them now all but obsolete. “Yeah?” Oscar sounds breathless, the rise and fall of his chest still arduous. “Prove it.”

LUCY CHEN & TIM BRADFORD ❤️