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Goosebumps raise under Lando's fingers, at the gentleness of his touch, and Pato pulls him closer for a moment, buries his face into the curve of his neck and thinks he would spend an eternity trying to venerate every inch of him. Lifts his head and comes back for another kiss, soft and sweet. Echoes his words from earlier, "Mmmm… I could probably make you beg, if that's what you want…"

Lando groans, tips his head back to expose more of his throat. "...please..." he manages, "I need—" Pato eases away from Lando's neck, soft lap of his tongue over a bite mark that's definitely going to still be visible tomorrow. He nods and takes a deep breath in and out, all taut muscle and desire. It steadies him a little. " …okay," and it's partly a question, partly assent. He lifts his head and seeks out the relative familiarity of Lando's mouth, going back to something they both know: teasing kisses, soft and unhurried.