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You would think patting your partners head would be normal, or getting your head pat by your partner would be the usual. For Oscar Piastri it was almost unheard of.
Which is why when all of a sudden the hands of his Spanish boyfriend entered his hair he froze up. His eyes which were originally trained on his phone now looking dead set ahead of him. His brain sort circuited, her blinked once, twice then he closed his eyes.
Carlos on the other hand had just decided to sit next to Oscar, his mind wandering but he caught a glimpse of the others hair and his fingers automatically made their way up to the dark strands. First is was a pat, a quick little pat but then his fingers started to gently scratch the top of Oscar’s head. He could see his face but he could feel his motions. For a moment when Oscar froze he thought he should stop but when Oscar didn’t say anything he just continued. If Oscar didn’t like it he would voice that. That’s how it started.
Oscar realized he liked how it felt, the way his body almost wanted to melt. Plus the closeness of it all, the intimacy of it. When Carlos pulled his hand away Oscar grumbled and didn’t say anything but Carlos knew. It was a almost silent way that Oscar complained or whined. Carlos stood from his seat and scratched the others head gently as he walked away.
Ever since then, when they’re not doing anything Carlos scratch’s his head. It’s always soft and sometimes random but it mainly happens on the couch, Oscar softly tucked into his side, the Spaniard just lifts his hand and scratches through the dark locks. It became a thing, even if Carlos did that to everyone Oscar still always felt like it was special.