#mckittens

meanwhile Lando in the background:

And then there’s Lando and his monster cock. People think it’s a blessing but he’s not so sure. He always ends up bottoming if it’s a random hookup because there’s no time to prep for all of that. People think they want it and maybe they really do but they don’t end up realizing he isn’t even halfway inside at the deepest point when he’s thrusting. Sometimes he cums, yeah, but he’s always holding himself back and thinking about the last few inches he’s too polite to mention.

And he can forget about blowjobs. At that size it’s just not happening. (I am absolutely thinking of that photo of Oscar with his jaw unhinged to eat that cupcake whole.)

He’s whining about it as they laugh about some lewd joke one of them slipped in during PR. He’s not really sure how they get to the point where Oscar blushes and says he’s actually been hoping to bottom bc he doesn’t mind topping but is a little tired of all his dates assuming he wants to top bc he’s more of a soft dom. Oscar thinks this is fine. Offering your teammates a blowjob is fine. Normal even if most of the grid is to be believed. Besides he’s been over his crush on Lando forever, right?

Lando, however, has not gotten over his crush on his no longer a rookie teammate and feels like it’s a huge deal. (No pun intended.) But he also really wants a blowjob. He thinks it’ll be fine Oscar will see him at full thickness after a little making out, will back out like everyone else, and Lando will get the added benefit of a half hearted handjob with lips and getting that little crush out of his system.

On the elevator ride up to their floor in the hotel Oscar asks what his ideal blowjob is. Lando thinks they’re both insane because the first thing that flashes through his mind is his fist in Oscar’s hair as he chokes and looks up at him with those big brown eyes. But he can’t say that or reveal he’s half hard now so he just says he liked the videos online of actors holding it as far down as they could for as long as they could. Oscar feels his brain go a little fuzzy at that.

Lando says he should come over after he finishes editing some Quadrant stuff, he totally misses the way Oscars eyes light up when he says he’ll just join him in his room and wait until he’s done.

Lando expects a lot of build up and to have to apologize and explain when he’s finally laid bare.

Lando does not expect for Oscar to crawl under the table while he edits footage and pull down his joggers without saying a word.

There’s this pause where Lando feels the familiar explanation coming to his lips before he feels Oscar. Oscar, on his knees, suckling the fat head before running his tongue to the base and then back up before just deepthroating it.

Lando thinks he sees god as his hands leave the keyboard. Oscar is just glad Lando can’t see his pornhub search history because around the time they became teammates and had to share a stupid tiny motor home with a single shower the dildos in his suitcase started expanding significantly.

Oscar bobs like it’s his fucking job with hands in his hair and Lando leaning back to get a good look and then he just. Stops.

Looks up at Lando and sinks slowly down his cock all the way to the base with his tongue flat to the vein on the underside while holding eye contact. Lando is loud, he’s cursing, he’s got both hands in Oscar’s hair as reality is reshaping around him.

When Oscar stops again it’s when his throat is full and he simply looks up at Lando diverts his gaze to the table as if to gesture to his laptop and closes his eyes while resting his forehead lightly on Landos thigh.

Lando realizes all at once that Oscar is not sucking him off, he’s fucking cockwarming him. He’s never felt so attached, so possessive, of anyone as when he looks down at a sleeping Oscar on his knees between his legs and caresses his cheek to tell him how good he’s being how well he takes cock like he was made for it.

He babbles the same things incoherently when Oscar rides his dick hours later when the editing is done and he’s so hard he might actually cry is Oscar doesn’t let him cum inside that warm wet hole.

The same oscar who walked into his hotel room so prepped he had to put a plug in his ass to keep all the lube inside. The same Oscar who’s going to tell him he can cum inside but only because it’ll make things easier next time.

Lando actually cums harder than he ever has in his life buried to the hilt inside Oscar. The only time that even comes close is how his whole body jolts when Oscar turns over to retrieve his plug, hands it to Lando and says, “The only way you’re fucking me again is if you’re fucking it out of me.”