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Lando’s wriggling where he’s sitting between Oscar’s spread legs, whining again about how he’s close — terribly desperate, too, by the sound of it — but Oscar’s focus is drawn to the way Lando’s bare sweat-soaked back slips and stutters along Oscar’s own naked chest. The hand stroking Lando’s dick doesn’t require too much thought to maintain the steady rhythm he’s set anyway.
“Osc, please—“ he sounds wrecked, panting like he just got done with a session with Jon; for as thin as Lando sounds, his ragged breath adds a richness to the air around them. “You promised—!”
“Uh, uh,” Oscar tuts, slowing his hand and giving a slow pressured squeeze just under the head of Lando’s cock. “I told you,” Oscar plants a kiss to Lando’s shoulder, tasting the salty skin there, “that you,” another kiss, “could only cum,” another, “after,” another kiss, this time with a scrape of teeth, “midnight.” Oscar punctuates the last word by licking a hot long stripe behind Lando’s ear.
“Fuck! Please, Osc,” Lando is rapidly dissolving, Oscar can feel it in every place they’re touching. Knows he’s so close to melting into the boneless, useless puddle of Lando he always does. “It’s 11:59, can I please?”
There’s a brief ache in Oscar’s chest as he flicks his eyes up to the countdown they have muted on the tv. Lando’s so close, he sounds pained with it, but the ball doesn’t drop for another 26 seconds.
“Mm,” Oscar draws it out, as if he really needs to consider it, “don’t think so. You’re so close baby, it’ll feel so good. Promise.”
Lando kicks out his foot, digging his heel into the bed in frustration, a keening whine trembling past his lips, and his next inhale coming in choppy. He’s crying.
10, 9, 8, 7… There’s a chant happening on screen that thankfully has subtitles, giving Oscar the perfect timeline as he picks up the pace, wanting to get it just right. Lando lets out a broken sound, the one that’s guaranteed to make an appearance when he’s been waiting for this long. Oscar’s favourite.
6, 5, 4…
Oscar is rutting into the small of Lando’s back now. It won’t be enough to get him off, but it’s not even really for him. The way Lando gasps the word ‘more’ lets Oscar know that by 12:01 he’ll already have Lando’s face pressed into the mattress, and his ass opening up beautifully around Oscar’s cock.
3…
“That’s it baby, gonna come for me, know you are, c’mon.”
2…
“Been so good for me, so good.”
1…
“Now, Lan, come for me.”
A groan rumbles through Lando as he begins to buck his hips, spurting messily over Oscar’s fist, shivering with the intensity. It tapers to a whimper when Oscar bites down — hard — assaulting the same spot on Lando’s shoulder he’d nipped at before. His hand doesn’t slow, not even when Lando starts writhing again, this time trying to get away.
“Happy New Year, baby,” Oscar mumbles, sinking his teeth back into tender indents.
