digital dream boy — 0481 🔒

oscar piastri/lando norris | explicit

— engineer & faceless twitter gooner oscar, streamer lando, best friends logan and max f who don't get paid enough

Oscar's breath stops completely short. He scrambles to check his recording software is still running, his hips bucking up against nothing in anticipation. "Yeah, it's iceinmyojp81, I figured!" Lando laughs all bright, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart! I am gonna take a quick break, then we'll uhh, play some Tarkov, yeah?" It's immediately mind numbing, how Oscar's second orgasm rips through him like a bullet of poison. His ears ring something awful, his vision blurred by unshed tears—his scarlet bitten lips hang open, broken whimpers spilling out in staccato beats. He presses post on the tweet and whines as his thighs tremble as the waves of bliss keep racking through his body, the thought of Lando seeing him like this—"God," he whimpers at the too much too much that overwhelms his senses, hands twitching as he sets down his phone. He can't even care about how much of a mess he just made; he can only think of Lando's fingers, the distant sweetness of him talking and in the boiling haze, Oscar misses it— Misses the moment Lando's phone pings and he looks down, lip catching in between his teeth when he taps on the screen. The quiet "shit" he whispers, right before it cuts to I'll be right back!