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There was a knock on the door. The knocking was insistent, as if saying the guest wouldn't give in so easily.
Oscar cracked an eye open and glanced disgruntledly at the clock, which showed one in the morning. Who was there at such an hour?
Piastri, still sleepy from his interrupted nap, approached the front door, but as soon as he opened it, something smelling of fun and alcohol fell upon him in an embrace.
"Osc!" Lando hugged him and kissed him briefly on the cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day! I brought you..." Under the puzzled gaze of the apartment's owner, he managed to pull a small, disgusting-pink paper bag from his backpack. It contained, apparently, some kind of heart-shaped candy in bright red wrappers.
"Valentine's Day?" Oscar yawned, barely covering his mouth with his hand. "Are you asking me to be your valentine?" he chuckled. Yeah, he wasn't exactly fond of drunk guys showing up in the middle of the night, but somehow he could always forgive Lando for that.
"No, no!" Norris looked embarrassed and waved his hands, nearly hitting Oscar. "Just thinking about you... Never mind. Can I?" he pointed down the apartment hallway, clearly asking permission to enter.
"Yes." Oscar let him in, and soon they were sitting on the bed without even turning on the overhead light, chatting about the upcoming season, the new regulations, and generally how many new things were coming.
"Hey, champion. You woke me up, so..." Lando winced slightly at the mention of his championship, but turned to his friend. "Maybe..."
Oscar ran his nimble, slender fingers over the fabric of Lando's jeans on his thigh. He swallowed and exhaled, blinked slowly, and then smiled. In the darkness, Lando's face looked like the most beautiful thing in the world, but Oscar would never say that. They were friends. Friends with benefits, but friends nonetheless. And Oscar couldn't say such ugly, sentimental nonsense without betraying his infatuation.
Lando, in turn, pulled down his pants and T-shirt. He wasn't completely drunk, but a certain amount of alcohol in his blood was clearly evident in his hurried, impatient movements.
Oscar moved closer, his cool fingers contrasted pleasantly with his heated skin.
"May I?" Oscar whispered against Lando's lips, placing his hand on the inside of his thigh.
Lando nodded and kissed his friend briefly with a smile. They felt crazy good together now.
Wet kisses, quiet moans, and finally Oscar's cock inside.
As they both neared their peak, Oscar suddenly slowed for a second.
"Lan-Lando, can I...?" he placed his hand on his partner's neck, not pressing yet, just asking. Norris hesitated for a second, but then nodded. Oscar had always been a bit of a fan of rough sex and submission, so it was no surprise he'd decided to try something like this.
"Come on..." he muttered quietly and closed his eyes, letting out soft moans as he felt pressure on his trachea, partially restricting his breathing, and Oscar continued to thrust inside him.
Lando wouldn't say he enjoyed the suffocation. It was more of an unpleasant sensation. It wasn't painful or scary—Oscar wasn't pressing that hard. But he also wouldn't call it anything hot or exciting, either.
But this is Oscar... And Oscar enjoys choking him. What right does he have to refuse?
Even if it means pretending to enjoy it too.
Piastri's orgasm overtook him earlier, and he finally pulled out of Lando with the characteristic, vulgar sound of lube and cum.
Norris groaned piteously, his cock still yearning for attention, and that attention was soon given—Oscar's tongue traced intricate patterns on the thin, sensitive skin as Lando writhed beneath him in pleasure.
The unpleasant sensation of being choked was erased by the wave of satisfaction now flowing through him.
Lando's almost innocent caresses were enough to cumming with a moan, coating Oscar's lips and tongue in warm, white fluid. Oscar giggled, licking and swallowing the cum, and then lay back on the bed next to Norris.
"That was good... we'll have to do it again." Oscar exhaled, running his fingers over Lando's chest.
Lando didn't want to do it again. He seemed to have realized that choking wasn't for him. But instead, he nodded and smiled.
"Yes, we have to"