#lenor

Well, he did make his home

Lando let out a satisfied hum as Charles pushed his shirt up, warm palms splaying across his back before pressing down with firm, practiced strokes. “Mmm… yeah, lucky,” he mumbled, already melting under the attention.

“You’re all knotted up,” Charles said, thumbs digging gently into the base of Lando’s neck. “How long have you been walking around like this without telling me?”

Lando gave a lazy shrug. “Dunno… since qualifying, maybe?”

Charles exhaled through his nose, clearly unimpressed. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

He pinched Lando’s hip lightly. “I tolerate it. Barely.”

Lando snorted and leaned further into the touch, voice soft. “Keep going… you’re so good at this.”

Charles smirked as he worked his way down Lando’s spine. “I know. That’s why you beg for my hands and my mouth, mon cœur.”

“Shut up and massage,” Lando muttered.

“As you wish, little brat.”

"Omg that's a good massage Charlie since when could you give good massages"

Charles grinned smugly, still kneading his thumbs into the tense muscles at the base of Lando’s spine. “Since always, chéri,” he said, voice low and teasing. “You think I just look pretty in a race suit?”

Lando let out a pleased groan, slumping further between Charles’s thighs like butter left out too long. “Ughhh, no—seriously, this is unfair. I might actually marry you for this.”

Charles laughed, the sound warm against Lando’s ear. “Just now considering it? I cook, I drive, I make you scream, and I give five-star massages. You should’ve proposed months ago.”

Lando grinned into the couch cushions. “I didn’t know I was dating a full-service person.”

“You are,” Charles said, leaning down to kiss between Lando’s shoulder blades. “And don’t forget it.”

“You better not stop either.”

“Oh, I’m not stopping. We haven’t even gotten to your lower back yet.” He pressed a firm, deliberate stroke just above Lando’s hips.

Lando moaned. “God, I take it back. I am marrying you.”

Charles smirked against his skin. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”

Charles liked to think he was a rational person. Calm. Mature. Not the kind to growl over a phone notification.

But the moment Lando’s eyes flicked away mid-massage—mid-moan, no less—because of a text from Carlos, something inside him coiled hot and tight.

“What?” Charles asked, voice deceptively neutral, hands pausing just above the dip of Lando’s back.

“Huh?” Lando blinked, thumb still tapping his screen. “Oh—Carlos sent some dumb meme. Something about Max rage-texting the group again.”

Charles narrowed his eyes. “It couldn’t wait until after I finished massaging you?”

Lando raised an eyebrow, twisting slightly to look at him. “Jealous much?”

Charles scoffed, though it sounded a little too sharp. “Of Carlos? Please.”

Lando smirked, catching the way Charles’s jaw clenched ever so slightly. “You’re literally scowling.”

“I’m not scowling.”

“You are. You’re doing the thing where your eyebrow twitches and your mouth gets all—”

“I’m not possessive,” Charles interrupted, but he couldn’t stop the way his fingers dug a little deeper into Lando’s skin. “I just think your attention should be on the person pampering you. Not on memes from a Red Bull reject.”

Lando burst out laughing. “Oh my god. You’re so jealous.”

“I am not.”

“You’re practically vibrating with rage.”

Charles huffed and pushed Lando back down with a palm to the lower back. “Fine. No more Carlos during massages. That’s the new rule.”

Lando snorted into the pillow. “Possessive freak.”

Charles leaned down, voice a low growl in Lando’s ear. “Your freak.”

Goth and Emo had a baby, naming her Lenor. She is one of my more "young" Tav/Durges. Lenor never thought outside her own world and problems before BG3. Having her memories lost and meeting her companions helps her get out of her own head.

Sketchy scenes.