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“Fuck,” he grits out. “Lando, what are you doing?”
Lando finally releases his grip and Oscar holds his hand away as if he’s been burnt.
“Tasting you, I guess,” Lando shrugs. “You are a pastry after all.”
Oscar’s face is a deep shade of red at this point. Lando thinks he’s going to get angry but instead, he asks tentatively, almost shyly, “And?”
“And what?” Lando isn’t following.
Oscar makes a strangled noise at having to explain himself. “And how did it taste?”
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In which Lando is a fuckboy because he really looks like one, Oscar pines hard, and then they both pine, and they were roommates.