*^ Landoscar one shots ^*

*^ Well. Well. Well. ^*

Oscar nods, "ok..if you say so."

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They arrive at the room- and yeah. It's massive. And so is the bed- thankfully.

"My side!" Lando shouts, diving onto the right side of the bed.

Oscar rolls his eyes, "child." He says.

Lando ignores him, already making himself comfortable.

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Later that night, Lando's already asleep, and Oscar's awake on his phone. Landos made himself comfortable and curled himself around Oscar's arm. Claiming he was 'cold'.

Oscar heard a faint noise next to him, he ignored it, thinking lando just hummed in his sleep. Until he heard a full on whine come from lando.

He freezes, is lando having another weird dream? He must be- it's the same noises he was making before.

Oscar smirks, wondering who it could possibly be about. Lando keeps letting whines escape from his lips, hands thrashing around for something to hold onto. Oscar offers his hand and lando squeezes.

Lando bucks his hips, landing right against Oscar's thigh. Lando's hard as fuck.

"Os..." lando moans. His hips buck again and Oscar doesn't know what to do.

"Oscar..." Lando moans.

Oscar freezes.

Landos dreaming about him.

Those fucking noises are heavenly.

Oscar pressed his thigh further against lando, he moans out. Oscar bits his lip.

"Good boy.." he whispers, seeing if lando had a reaction.

Lando whines, loud, against Oscar's shoulder.

"Please.."

"Your doing so good..pretty," he cooed softly, stroking Lando's hair out his face, pressing his thigh harder, Lando's hips buck hard against him.

"Your so beautiful.." Oscar whispers, pressing his nose to Lando's cheek.

Lando springs awake, eyes wide. "Osc?" He says.

"Hi," Oscar cooed, smirking. "Have a nice dream?"

Lando stared at him, wide eyed. "I- uhm.." he trails off, obviously startled.

"It's ok, I quite enjoyed having you hump my thigh like a rabbit," Oscar smirks.

Lando gasps, "Oscar!" He says, hitting his chest.

"You enjoyed it, I can feel how wet you are though your shorts." Oscar whispers, pulling Lando back down.

"Y-yeah..I liked it.." he whispered shyly.

"So keep going," Oscar ordered.

Lando stared at him for a minute. "You want me to..hump..your thigh..?" He whispered.

Oscar nods, "go on."

Lando gives a hesitating buck, moaning when the tip of his dick catches against his shorts.

"Good boy..pretty noises.." Oscar praised, playing with Lando's hair, other hand on the dip of his waist.

Lando keeps going, rubbing off on Oscar's thigh properly. He's moaning, holding onto Oscar's arm that's holding his waist. He needs this, he needs Oscar.