His hands are completely covering her waist. Her ass. Her throat. Her chest.

She needs both hands to wrap around his cock + everything looks bigger in her palms already.

She gags trying to take the head. He pushes deeper anyway.

Holding both her wrists in one hand is a love language.

He can lift her with one arm.

His fingers are enough to stretch her open before he even fucks her.

She sobs when he bottoms out.

Every thrust pushes her farther up the bed from the force.

His cock bulges in her stomach, while he presses one palm to her belly, feeling himself inside her.

Sometimes she tears up for being too full, but he’s praising her for taking it.

“You’re fucking tiny,” he likes to remind her, while stuffing her full, “But look at you taking every inch. You’re stretched to the limit, aren’t you?”

𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗠𝗔𝗫

He comes home with his heart still racing from the last set. You crawl onto him the moment he falls on the bed, straddling him immediately. The clothes are still clinging to his skin, he’s warm and still buzzing with adrenaline, his scent blending with heat and sweat; you can almost taste the salt of it, and feel the hum of leftover energy radiating from him like static.

He laughs when you push him back, a chuckle that vibrates straight through you, adding to the way his hands find your waist instinctively, making your chest rise more rapidly. Not to pull or initiate, just to wait. To give you a type of dominance that you don’t get to experience often.

With a lazy smile, his eyes are daring you to take what you want, invoking the excuse that he’s too tired. In reality, he’s so utterly drunk on you and the rush that never quite leaves his system that he’s more than willing to give you the upper hand this time.

He lets you ride him, keeping that godlike smirk on his face, cock twitching under your weight, teasing you by slowing your hips just to earn some sweet sounds from you. And maybe even beg, despite the fact that you’re on top.

He loves it when you take control like that, but Max isn’t the type to wait forever. So he gets possessive mid-session, flips you over for a deeper angle in order to make you gasp, and lets a few Dutch cuss words slipping through his lips because of how you feel around him.

At the same time, he’s updating his mental list with a new workout schedule, crossing cardio off.

𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥

Oscar’s presence fills the room before he even says a word. Once he gets close enough, his scent cuts through the air, reminding you of all the reasons why you go feral every time he comes home after a workout session: his flushed cheeks, his messy hair, and his shirt clinging in places you can’t stop staring at.

His abs, more specifically. And around his biceps. And pecs. And.

There is something darkly masculine about this side of him and, even though he’s managed to find various ways to leave you breathless over time, this image will always be your favorite.

He’s playful and giddy as you jump in his arms, wrapping around him like a koala bear. It’s the moment his back hits the bed that the atmosphere charges in intensity.

With you on top, he lazily spreads your legs and guides your movements exactly where you both need it, occasionally running a hand down your spine, gripping your thighs, or stroking your hair.

He likes it slow in the beginning, loving the way you tease him, loving how your sounds blend together, making him harder and more eager to let you control every inch of him, and loving how the heat radiating off him visibly turns you on.

The adrenaline finds its way back ten times more intense, accompanied by impatience.

Suddenly, he’s thrusting up into you, watching you unravel in his orbit. He’s now flustered, still lost for words but begging with his eyes and silent grunts for you to ride him harder.

𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗧!𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢

Everything needs to be fun for Lando, otherwise he’s simply not gonna do it. He pulls you in with the towel that was just hanging around his neck, his plans to jump in the shower forgotten the moment he saw you waiting for him.

You hop on him instantly, and he gives you a crooked grin in return, already hard and twitching. In no time, hands are flying everywhere on your body, stopping only to push your hips down, or pull you flush against him.

The skin on skin feeling makes both of you impatient to experience more, no matter how messy or breathless or loud you get.

There is something so unbelievably obscene about how good he looks when the sweat clings to his skin and when his curls get wilder from the heat. Every flex of muscle makes a vein jump beneath the surface, catching on his forearms and neck, sending sparkless down your spine. It’s ridiculous how something as simple as breath and motion can undo you, and the moment he stops you from bouncing on him only to make you whine, you can swear you understand exactly how it feels like to suddenly go from 100 to 0 in an instant.

He goes faster then, to test how much you can take before you give up and start begging him to take full control. To flip you over and thrust into you relentlessly, until every thought you’ll ever have again will include him and this moment.

𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗦

✦ Lando is the golden retriever. He is all heart, passionate, expressive and very loud. He craves attention and constant validation. Very touchy with every opportunity he gets: back hugs when any of you is cooking, laying in your lap, kisses that don’t ask for permission.

✦ Oscar is controlled chaos. He can be very needy as well, but usually he is quiet, observant and, most importantly, possessive as hell under the surface. He doesn’t take up space like Lando does, but when he wants you, you feel it. A hand on your jaw, your waist, around your throat; “You’re mine too, remember that.”

✦ Since they’re pretty different, your job is to keep the balance. Be the anchor for Lando when he spins out, and pull Oscar out of his shell. However, you’re the one they have to work for.

𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗩𝗦 𝗦𝗨𝗕

✦ Might come across as a surprise (for some), but Oscar is more dominant. He isn’t loud like Lando, and never raises his voice. He just looks at you like he knows what you need before you ask. He loves edging, teasing, and is more than capable to keep both Lando and you under his command.

✦ Lando is switchy, mostly submissive with a streak of brat energy. Loves being told what to do, because he loves being praised for doing it well. Catch him on a good day, and he’ll pin you to the bed and make both of you lose your minds. He’s more of a playful soft!dom when he tries, yet still needy, still very mouthy, and capable of taking over when he feels like it.

𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗗

✦ Lando loves having control even when he’s not in his dom state. Oscar lets him have it, mostly because he loves watching you two. When you’re on Lando’s lap, Oscar is right there, stroking himself, yapping about how “You look so good like that.” More times than not, he just lies back and lets Lando use you, mouth open, hips twitching, desperate for his turn.

✦ The threesomes are very emotionally charged. They’re all about intimacy, knowing every inch of you, and being connected in a way that makes you all shiver when someone accidentally touches your hand hours later.

✦ Oscar likes hearing you beg.

✦ Lando likes hearing you moan his name.

𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗬?

✦ No suspense here, we all know that’s Lando. He needs to be taken care of, needs to be seen, and wants your attention, constantly. Emotionally, physically, sexually.

✦ Oscar might need it just as much, but he’s silent about it... until maybe a bad race or one off day. He won’t be loud about it, but comes to curl up against your back at night, “Can I have you tonight? Just you and me?”

𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘

✦ Oscar shows it through action. He remembers the tiniest details about both of you, and acts accordingly + aftercare with him is immaculate.

✦ Lando shows it through touch and words. He also likes to buy the silliest gifts, and takes random pictures when you’re not looking.

✦ Together, you won’t ever go to sleep feeling unloved. Oscar usually in your arms, while Lando is big spooning behind you, their legs tangled with yours.

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗦

𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲

✦ It starts with a look. Lando sprawled next to you on the couch, Oscar sitting close enough to touch both of you if he wants to. Lando-big-mouth asks out of nowhere, “Are we gonna stop being cowards or?”

✦ Oscar is the one who leans in first and kisses you. When he pulls back, looks at Lando like your move.

✦ Suddenly, there’s nervous laughter and shaky breaths. Fingers brushing skin. Lando kisses your neck while Oscar kisses your mouth again, and it feels illegal to be this seen and wanted.

✦ They are checking in constantly. But naturally, it escalates at some point. Hands are everywhere gripping hips, tongues tracing collarbones and shoulders, Lando gasping against your skin as Oscar slides a hand between your legs.

✦ They figure out their rhythm mainly by listening to you. Oscar watches your face, and times every move. Lando’s messy and desperate to hear your sounds.

✦ After, it’s quiet until Lando (what a surprise, again) breaks the silence, “So that’s a yes to trying this properly, I assume?”

𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲

✦ One of them felt ignored, the other gets defensive. You step in, trying to smooth it over, and get caught in the middle.

✦ Lando is the petty one, accusing “You always take his side!” And even though you try to explain it’s not the case, nothing can change his mind in the heat of the moment.

✦ After being quiet and just observing, Oscar throws in a “Maybe three people’s too many”, which hurts both you and Lando.

✦ He didn’t mean it like that, but the silence after is awful. You look at Lando, realizing he’s already halfway to the door, mumbling “Fuck this.”

✦ Sitting with Oscar in cold tension and regret afterwards. Getting mad at Lando for not answering his phone, and none of you knows where he went.

✦ He comes back hours later, tired, guilt eating him alive. “I don’t want to lose either of you. I just don’t know how to be in this sometimes. But I really fucking want it.”

✦ This is the time when he needs the most attention, so you pull both of them into bed. Just holding each other, whispering apologies.

✦ The next morning, Lando gets food for everyone and kisses Oscar’s shoulder when he passes. Oscar slides his pinky over yours across the table.