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The moment Lando opened the door, he was hit with the intense scent of an alpha’s pheromones. It was without a doubt Oscar’s, however it wasn’t his usual subtle chocolate scent but definitely his rut scent. Immediately, his instincts started sounding alarm bells but strangely it wasn’t because he felt threatened. It almost felt… maternal? (paternal?)
Lando gulped as he hastily removed his shoes and walked deeper into the flat. As he reached closer towards the bedrooms, he could hear soft sniffles and whimpers coming from Oscar’s room where his door was ajar. Lando’s eyebrows furrowed, his instincts taking over and opening the door without hesitation.
Oscar’s pheromones smashed into Lando like a freight train, the intensity a tenfold from when he entered the flat. He grimaced but softened the moment he saw the sight of Oscar on the floor, leaning against his bed, knees tucked up to his chest as he quietly sobbed. Oscar was only in his sweatpants, with a sheen of sweat on his body. And hey, sue Lando, but his immediate thought was “shit, he looks so adorable”
But honestly, who could blame him? The usual stern eyes, straight posture and cold demeanour being reduced to wet doe eyes with perfectly clumped lashes, hugging his own knees and pitiful whimpers escaping his mouth. Oscar looked exactly like the definition of “deer caught in the headlights” the moment he noticed Lando’s presence. The older could’ve sworn Oscar tried to growl, but what came out was a heartbreaking whine as more crystalline tears cascaded down his freckled cheeks.
“Oscar? Hey, what's wrong?” Lando asked gently, crouching down and raising a hand carefully as one would when trying to pet a frightened animal. The younger didn’t flinch as Lando carded his fingers through his hair to get the hair out of his face and just stared wide eyed at him.
“Hmm, Oscar? Answer me, yeah?” The elder probed as he moved his hands to wipe the stream of tears from the poor boy’s face, and he couldn’t help but use a small amount of his alpha voice. It seemed to work as said boy tried to open his mouth to respond, but only a tired whine came out. Lando couldn’t help himself again and cooed, the protective instinct increasing, which confused himself further.
First of all, why wasn’t he threatened or defensive with how strong the rut pheromones from another alpha was? Secondly, why couldn’t he help but be so gentle with Oscar? Thirdly, why did he coo instinctively as if Oscar were a pup?
“Oh Osc, rut came early?” Oscar sniffed, averting his gaze as Lando cupped his face tenderly. “Where are your suppressants? Why didn’t you go out to find… I don’t know, your omega? An omega?”
At that, Oscar frowned and turned his head towards Lando again. “Don’t have an ‘mega.” Lando let out an “ah” as he continued to caress Oscar’s face.
“Then your suppressants?”
Oscar went quiet for a while, his eyes wanting to confess something his mouth didn't want to. The Brit patiently waited, patting his face in encouragement.
“‘S my first rut after presenting, so I haven’t gone to the doctors to get my suppressants prescribed,” the boy mumbled. Lando tried to hide his surprise, in vain however, but now everything made sense, from the protective instincts to Carlos and the rest not being convinced by all the times Lando complained how scary Oscar was, they already clocked the baby alpha energy.
And it made even more sense as to why he thought the boy was a dominating alpha with such a strong scent the first time they met; poor Oscar was probably scared shitless meeting Lando and had yet to learn how to control his pheromones, which was probably also why the intense frightened scent fluctuated occasionally to become the soft chocolate scent Lando knew now. And no wonder why Oscar always looked pissed and his mouth formed a growl sometimes; his canines definitely were causing him trouble.
“You only presented before school started?!” the Brit exclaimed, squishing Oscar’s cheeks together in shock. “You’re only 18?! So you lied! You are a scholar!”
“Yeah… thought it was really obvious…?” Oscar mumbled, but it came out more like “meah, ‘ought ee us eely ovus”
“Oh Osc, you really are just a pup aren’t you!” Lando cooed, leaving the other alpha to hide his face, flustered from the nickname.
“C’mere pup!” was all the warning the Aussie got before he was pulled up and settled onto the older’s lap. A high pitched moan escaped his mouth as his crotch rubbed against Lando’s abdomen when he was manhandled onto him. Embarrassed, he hid his face into the nook of Lando’s neck as Lando laughed, patting his lower back in reassurance.
Oscar frowned into his neck. Something was missing. He looked back up. “Scentblockers?” he asked timidly.
“Yeah, want it off?”
Oscar nodded.
“Words, pup.”
Oh, so they were doing this. Oscar could feel himself slipping, caving into submission, going into an unfamiliar headspace. Not that he minded, he wanted help and he’s getting it.
“Wannit off, please.”
“Sweet boy, aren’t ya?” Lando praised, making quick work of peeling the scentblockers off his neck and wrists. Oscar sighed softly as he inhaled the familiar woody scent of red saffron.
They stayed in that position for a while more, Lando releasing his calming pheromones while Oscar found home in the older’s neck. However, it didn’t take long for Oscar’s deep inhales to turn into small little whimpers and breathy moans, and for his hips to start rutting against Lando’s thigh.
“Ah ah, what are you doing Osc?” Lando chided, shifting his hands to still the boy’s hips.
Oscar pressed his head further into Lando’s neck, tears forming as he hiccuped, “I’m sorry, please Lando, I want- I’m sorry, pleasepleaseplease-”
“It’s okay, shh. You still with me, pup?” Lando asked, bringing one hand to gently squeeze the nape of the Aussie’s neck, almost like scruffing, but it encouraged the boy to lift his head up, who let out a little moan at the pressure.
Oscar nodded frantically before pausing and responding hoarsely.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m… with you.”
Lando smiled, ruffling Oscar’s hair.
“Good boy, answering me so well!”
The young alpha preened at the praise, hips bucking up slightly to seek friction since only one hand held him still.
“Uh uh pup, you’ll get what you want soon. But look at me first, okay?” Lando spoke carefully, waiting until the boy stilled and both brown eyes met his. “Do you want this? Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes, yes, want you to help please. Lando, please, it hurts, want you to help me. Pleasepleaseplease, you can touch me, please Lando, hurts so bad, I want-”
“You have me sweetheart, you have me. I got you pup, don’t worry,” cooed Lando. “Just in case, are you familiar with the traffic light system?”
The young alpha enthusiastically nodded, more tears pooling in his eyes as his desperation grew stronger.
“No pup, use your words.”
Tears spilled over Oscar’s eyes as he let out a broken sob, his hands gripping tighter onto the older alpha’s shoulders. He tried his best, really, to keep still but his hips rolled against the thigh he was on as he cried out his response.
“G-green’s okay, yellow’s slow down, red’s stop. Lando, please, I need- I want you now, hurts so much I can’t-”
The older one cooed at the sight, tenderly wiping away the fallen tears, not bothering to still the hips rubbing against him.
“Oh pup, I'm sorry. I’m being mean aren’t I, you poor thing,” he said in mock sympathy. “Go on pup, take what you need.”
Oscar gasped as he picked up his pace, rocking with more fervour. However, halfway through chasing his high he was stopped as Lando lifted him off his lap. The boy whined loudly at the loss of friction, hips bucking up into the air to search for something.
“Sorry pup, gonna take your sweats off, is that okay?”
The Aussie let out a rapid fire “yesyesyes okay” and his sweatpants were swiftly pulled off and he was once again settled back onto Lando. This time, he was only straddling one thigh, which made it easier for him to get off. Being left only in his boxers, the wet patch at the front could be clearly seen.
Lando, the ever playful alpha, pressed his knee directly onto Oscar’s erection while simultaneously squeezing the latter’s neck, making the boy moan obscenely high. With the extra stimulation, Oscar had built up a steady rhythm, punched-out whimpers leaving his mouth.
“Good boy Osc, doing so well huh? My sweet boy, making a mess down there?” Lando remarked, cupping the younger’s clothed member and rubbing the growing damp spot, earning him a loud whimper from the pup. “Aw, getting all soaked, pup? My messy puppy.”
Soon, Oscar’s hips stuttered, the sounds he made an octave higher. Lando took note of all the micro expressions the pup made and smirked, pushing his knee up once again.
“Hngh, Lando, I- hah, agh, I’m close I’m gonna-, ngh, soon-”
“I know pup, I got you, you can let go, it’s okay,” he reassured, bringing both his hands to soothe the sides of the boy's body.
Oscar rocked one, two more times before he locked up, his face scrunching up in pleasure. Lando watched as the wet patch on his boxers soaked through his own jeans as he continued to pat his back. The boy’s hips continued to roll, riding out his orgasm in little whines until he crumpled onto Lando.
“Good boy, done such a good job. So pretty, so good, my precious pup,” Lando whispered as he scooped Oscar into his arms and stood up, rocking the boy as if he were swaddling a baby. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
Oscar whined tiredly and murmured something before tucking his head back into Lando’s neck.
“What was that, hmm? Tell me pup,” Lando encouraged while walking towards the bathroom.
“Is it okay if you- can I, um can you…” the poor boy stammered. “…kiss? Please?”
Lando’s heart did something probably adjacent to experiencing cuteness aggression, tightening his hold onto the boy before setting him down onto the bathroom counter.
“Of course pup, kiss where? Here?” Lando pecked at Oscar’s forehead. “Or here?” Now both his cheeks were being attacked, making Oscar giggle. “Or…here?”
Lando lifted the boy’s chin with his fingers, thumb gently rubbing his lower lip. Oscar’s breath hitched as the older leaned forward, capturing his lips into a tender kiss.
“Yeah? Is that okay? Colour, pup?” Lando asked slowly, picking Oscar up again and setting him back onto his feet. The pup answered with a quick “yes, green, thank you” accompanied by a small moan as Lando trailed his kisses down from his forehead to his lips, and then to his neck.
Another wave of the boy’s rut must’ve arrived for Lando could feel him getting hard against his hips as he continued to pepper kisses all over the pup’s face and jaw.
“Excited are we? Let’s go shower okay pup? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” He laughed as a needy whine came out of Oscar. He tugged on the waistband of Oscar’s boxers. “I’ll take this off, then I’ll take mine off too so we can shower, alright? Colour?”
“Greengreengreen, thank you. Lando, please, want you-”
Lando shut him up with another kiss while tugging the boxers down. He quickly started the warm water going and kissed the boy’s forehead as he swiftly stripped down as well.
He then picked up Oscar again into the shower and propped him against the wall with his knee in between his legs to give the younger support. Oscar’s eyes fluttered shut, whimpering wantonly as he tried to rock his hips.
“Tired, sweetheart? It’s okay, I got you. I’m gonna use my hand, yeah? Colour?”
“Ngh, green, please Lando, thank you-”
“Good boy, so polite, so sweet.” Lando praised, taking his hand to pump a bit of shampoo as lube stroking down the entire length while using his other hand to hold Oscar’s waist.
Lando didn’t tease him much this time, adjusting his pace according to the pleased sounds coming out from the pup’s mouth. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but play with the plaint boy against him, pressing his thumb right at the sensitive head of his member.
Oscar jerked forward, mouth hanging open as his moans and whimpers got louder at the older's ministrations. He frantically pawed at Lando’s shoulder, trying to say something. The older alpha of course already knew what he wanted to say, but slowed his pace down and pressed his thumb down directly at the slit when Oscar started talking.
“Lando, I’m- hnngh! Ah, Lando, please I’m so close, gonna, aahng mm, gonna-”
“Go ahead pup, I got you, you can let go.”
Lando proceeded to build up the rhythm again and turned his wrist in a way that made Oscar see stars. After three more pumps, Oscar released all over Lando’s hands and Lando continued to stroke him through it, coaxing the last spurts of his release out.
The younger slumped forward, panting heavily. What he remembers last is the feeling of Lando’s lips on his before he succumbed to his fatigue.
—
It’s been two weeks since Oscar’s first rut came. Since then, he’d gotten his suppressants and scentblockers. His relationship with Lando had gotten better too; they aren’t tense with each other anymore and Lando was home more often. Although, Oscar didn’t quite feel right.
He understood, of course, that Lando did more than enough to take care of him during his rut, and he understood that the kisses, the touches and the cuddles were just to make him feel better for that period of time. He just wished Lando would do those again, even without the rut.
Oscar could still remember how he woke up with his head on Lando’s lap when Lando was drying his hair, whining softly to get his attention. Lando had smiled so sweetly at him and kissed his nose, asking if needed another round. He blushed and shook his head and shifted closer towards the older one, stifling a yawn. Lando chuckled and moved both of them further into the bed (which Oscar later found out was Lando’s bed), pulling the boy into his chest and wrapping his arms around him. They both drifted into sleep soon after. The next day Oscar woke up alone, but not without Lando’s hoodie in hand that he inhaled immediately. On the bedside table there was a note that Lando had written “hi pup, left for meeting @ 9, breakfast is on the table <3”. His heart did multiple backflips and he flopped back onto bed with his mind reeling.
It’s not that Lando took back all of his affection. He had continued to call Oscar “pup” and “sweetheart”, he scents all of Oscar’s clothes whenever he does the laundry and ruffles his hair whenever either of them leaves or comes back. Oscar loved all of those actions, and he truly didn’t want to be greedy but he longed for a future where he could come home to Lando’s warm embrace, to Lando washing and drying his hair and maybe for Lando to take care of him in bed and sweet talk him through his orga-
Woah, slow down Oscar.
Oscar sighed loudly before screaming into his pillow. He was alone at home since Lando had gone out for dinner with his team of the project he’s doing. Speaking of dinner, he should definitely be eating something soon. Instead, he got up and entered Lando’s bedroom, rummaged through his closet and procured the same hoodie he was left with the morning after his first rut.
He stared at it for a good minute, eyes welling up in shame, frustration and loneliness. He choked down a sob and roughly pulled the hoodie over himself, storming out the other alpha’s room and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge before slamming it shut right after, deciding he won’t be able to keep any of the pre-cooked meals Lando always made for them down without bawling his eyes out.
The young alpha trudged towards the living room and flopped onto the couch. He heard the notification bell of his phone from his room. Lando was on his way home! How did he know that? He was always on do not disturb, but made Lando the exception. Roommate things, you know, safety concerns and all. Totally.
Oscar sighed and curled up, all that overthinking making him feel tired. I’ll just… rest my eyes before he gets home. He thought. I’m still in his clothes without asking after all.
But poor Oscar must’ve forgotten resting his eyes was never an option to him; it was either knock out cold or wide awake. Of course, it was the former. Even as the door unlocked, Oscar didn’t once move from his fetus position.
“Hi pup! I’m home! Have you…” Lando trailed off as he saw the most adorable view in his life. “…eaten?”
Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh, he’s wearing my hoodie, he’s so cute. Adorable. Precious. My precious pup. Wearing my hoodie, with my scent (all of his clothes has my scent already anyway). Would he let me cuddle him? Kiss him? Fuc-
Lando’s body began moving on his own after locking the door and ripping off his scentblockers. He crouched down in front of Oscar, cooing immediately out of pure instinct. He lifted his trembling hand to tuck away the waves covering the boy’s eyes behind his ears, then scratching his scalp soothingly.
Oscar stirred in his sleep, whining softly in contentment. Even in his asleep state, his senses noticed the presence of his favourite pheromones of red saffron and his consciousness chased it in a flash. Slowly, he blinked awake and sat up languidly, bleary eyes searching for that one person.
“Hi baby, my sweet pup, have you eaten, hmm?” Lando whispered once Oscar’s eyes focused on his face. “Is my hoodie comfortable?”
The boy’s eyes widened as huge as saucers as he scrambled to come up with an excuse as to why he was wearing the other alphas hoodie.
“Shh pup, I don’t mind at all. My clothes can be yours, yeah? But you haven’t answered: have you eaten?”
Oscar paused. This wasn’t going to be good, knowing how the young man in front of him takes Oscar’s nutrition seriously. Ironically, the time Lando got upset with Oscar for skipping a meal was the closest he got to what he wanted.
It was one week after Oscar’s rut and Lando had just meal prepped for the new week, making sure there was extra proteins and fibres, to refuel both him and the pup. Since each container in the fridge was for each day, it’ll be really clear whenever someone hasn’t eaten yet. Oscar had stayed home to finish his assignments while Lando had gone out for another meeting. The younger was entirely focused on getting his work completed that by the time it was finished, it was way past dinner time. Having ignored his hunger cues previously, he didn’t feel hungry at all so he got ready for bed.
Lando came home to Oscar brushing his teeth while walking around the house. He set his stuff down as Oscar went to wash up. That’s when he opened the fridge to put in some juices that Oscar liked, which he bought on the way home, and saw that there was one extra container of food that was supposed to be gone during the evening.
“Oscar.” He had said, barely suppressing a growl. That was the largest amount of his alpha voice he had used on the pup and immediately he shuffled out of the bathroom, doe eyed and his scent nervous.
“Yeah…?”
“My pup didn’t eat dinner. Care to explain?”
Oscar’s brain had short circuited right there and then. I’m his pup. Was all he could think about. He proceeded to stumble across all his words as he tried to explain the “so locked in with my work that I ignored my hunger cues and now I don’t feel hungry so I didn’t eat” situation.
Without warning, Lando took two long strides and scruffed Oscar, a proper adult-to-pup sort of scruff not the alpha-against-alpha one. Oscar whined and instantly sagged into the touch. A stream of whimpers left his mouth throughout the duration of getting scruffed and only when Lando started to lecture Oscar did he realise what he had done unintentionally.
“Oscar,” he growled again. “Your rut just ended, you can’t-”
He gasped.
“Oh shit, pup, I am so sorry,” he apologised, letting go of Oscar’s neck and pulling him into an embrace. “Oh my gosh, are you okay? I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry, did I hurt you sweetheart?”
Oscar whimpered into the junction of his neck, recovering from the sensation before responding.
“Mn, ‘s all good Lan, didn’t hurt at all. Just feels like my mom when she’s scolding me, just the normal scruff.”
Lando sighed, rubbing the boys back.
“Still, I’m so sorry. What if I lost control and grabbed you hard? I’m an alpha, you’re an alpha too, scruffing could’ve made you feel threatened.”
“You won’t hurt me Lan, I trust you.”
All Oscar could focus on was that he was back in Lando’s arms, and those hands were only him again. He must've tightened his hold on Lando’s shoulders because the older hugged him back tighter too just as he was about to let go.
Okay now please kiss me, pleasepleaseplease.
He looked up and met those beautiful green eyes. He tried to convey his pleas into his brown eyes but all Lando did was smile and pat his head.
Too bad he missed the way Lando’s gaze lingered on his pouting lips before he was forced to sit through an hour long lecture of not neglecting his health anymore.
“Answer me, pup.”
Oh right, here they were.
“…yeah…”
Lando frowned, withdrawing his hand from the boy’s hair.
“Oscar…”
The younger looked away, eyes welling up in tears as he shook his head slowly.
“Sweetheart, you're gonna go into a stress rut if you don’t continue to take care of yourself. You say it’s just one meal but I see you sleeping later and later and you barely leave the house! It’s not good for you pup, one overthinking session and you’re in another rut, you know? Huh, pup?”
Lando didn’t wait for Oscar to respond, instead he took his hand and dragged him to his bedroom.
“I'm not mad, okay baby? Go to bed now, I can smell your scent, it’s changing already.” he said, manhandling Oscar into bed causing him to whine. “Sorry pup, get some sleep please. I’ll be here when you wake up, yeah?”
Lando definitely did something with his voice, for Oscar drifted into a dreamless sleep soon after.
—
True enough, Oscar woke up and he was in a rut. And true enough, Lando was sitting beside him with a towel and a bag of ice.
“Lan…? ‘S really hot…” Oscar croaked out.
“I know sweetheart, I know. You're in a stress rut, pup.”
“Can’t I just take my suppressants?”
Lando smiled at him sadly.
“It’s a stress rut baby, you have to do without them.”
“Oh.”
Lando braced both arms on Oscar’s waist and hauled him onto his lap. Quietly, he asked for Oscar’s colour in which he replied green and his entire body relaxed alongside the mental submission.
My poor pup. I get to take care of him again but this isn’t what I want. Not like this. I wish he could tell me what’s on his mind. And I wish I could tell him how much I love taking care of him, how I’d love to cuddle him, kiss him, do anything and everything for him even without his rut. But I don’t want to scare him away, I love him so much, I-
“L-Lando… ngh…” Oscar moaned softly into his ear, rolling his hips tentatively. “So hot… and everything hurts…”
“Oh, pup, I'm sorry. I know, I know.” Lando cooed, brushing the hair stuck on the boy’s forehead. “Kiss, hmm? Colour?”
Yesyesyes.
“Green please, thank you.”
Lando cupped his face and sweetly kissed his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks and lastly his lips, mapping out the freckles on Oscar's face with each kiss. Oscar's eyes fluttered shut, kissing Lando back timidly.
One of Lando’s hands was in his hair, the other wrapped around his waist, which held the towel with a few ice cubes in them, snuck under the hoodie, trying his best to cool the pup down physically.
Oscar was where he had dreamed to be: a hand scratching his scalp, the other wounded around him and being kissed so tenderly by someone he loved. He loved it, truly, but knowing he’d only have this fleeting moment was when he actually needed help shattered his heart a little. It was all going to be gone by tomorrow, once he feels better.
This isn't what I want, not like this. But I don’t want to cross the line of our new dynamic, he’s probably just helping me because he’s kind and that’s just who he is as a person. But I’ve looked up to him for so long, I love him and-
“Mnn-” Oscar whimpered as Lando nipped his lower lip, taking advantage of Oscar’s open mouth and sliding his tongue in. Lando explored Oscar’s mouth for a few more seconds before breaking the kiss and wiping the saliva off the corner of Oscar’s mouth.
“Was that okay?” The older boy asked shyly.
Oscar nodded. “Again, please?”
Lando dived right in without a second thought. The room soon filled with both alpha’s arousal, Oscar’s sweet little noises and the wet sounds of their mouths. The boy hadn’t stopped rolling his hips and was getting increasingly frustrated at the lack of friction and the amount of layers between his growing bulge and whatever was the closest thing he could rub on, which was Lando.
Oscar broke the kiss first, panting heavily as he caught his breath.
“Haah, Lando could you-” he cut himself off, throwing his head back with a loud moan at a particularly good thrust of his hips. He brought his shaky hand to interlock with Lando’s hand in his hair, bringing it near his crotch.
“Yeah? Want me to use my hand to help?”
Oscar nodded wildly before remembering he had to verbally respond. Just as he opened his mouth, Lando bent his knees, pushing Oscar forward and making him press his groin right against Lando’s abdomen.
Oscar mewled.
Lando grinned to himself. Gosh, he loved teasing his pup whenever he was about to speak when he’s so gone in his headspace. His smile faltered as he felt that Oscar had stopped moving and something damp was on his abdomen.
“Oh pup, you came already?”
Oscar nodded tiredly, eyes welling up as he mouthed a soundless "I'm sorry”.
“No baby, it’s okay. You did amazing, how do you feel?” Lando checked in.
Oscar swallowed before whispering, “More… want more, please. H-hand please, Lan…”
Lando raised an eyebrow as he cupped the clothed erection. Sure enough, the boy was hard again. He chuckled as he lifted Oscar off his lap and settled him down onto the bed.
Oscar was a sight to behold. The halo of chocolate brown hair, those pupils blown wide, flushed cheeks, mouth agape and that beautiful sheen of sweat. Oscar still had Lando’s hoodie on, which flared his possessiveness. The sleeve engulfed his entire arm, the hoodie engulfed him in fact, only that sliver of his stomach showed as the hoodie was hiked up. Oscar’s messed up pants and the way he spread his legs wide open like he was presenting himself himself to Lando-
Shut up, not yet.
“I’ll get these off, yeah sweetheart?” he asked, controlling himself to not say “although you look perfect in my clothes and your messy sweats”.
“Mhm, thank you…”
In record time, Oscar was stripped bare, his member heavy on his stomach and leaking. Lando smiled down at him, taking his length into his hand and spreading the precome and his release previously.
“Aw, so wet already pup, don’t even need lube huh?” he teased.
This was the loudest Oscar had been, wantonly moaning, whining and whimpering as Lando built up the rhythm and pressure. His back arched every time Lando pressed his thumb onto the slit, or twisted his wrist the same way as last time.
Lando loved his pup’s sounds. But him being him, he couldn’t pass up on the chance of playing around. He took his other hand off Oscar’s waist and brought up his index and middle finger towards Oscar’s mouth, seeing if the boy would use the last bit of his conscious mind. Oscar instantly let go of the sheets, making grabby hands using both hands and got hold of Lando’s wrists. Immediately, the room became quieter once both fingers were in Oscar’s mouth, only the occasional whine slipped out and the obscene noises of Oscar’s sucking filled the room.
Lando watched Oscar’s expressions carefully, noting the exact moment he was about to reach his climax. Even with his eyes closed, you could tell his eyes rolled back. His eyebrows would draw upwards and his lips would pout a little. But honestly, he could just tell from how fast and loud the whimpers would get.
Even then, nothing was going to stop Lando from being a little shit. So he grabbed the base of Oscar’s length and pressed on the slit hard, preventing him from coming. Oscar’s eyes shot open, mouth opening in a pitiful cry as he released the two fingers.
“I know pup. Colour?”
The younger took two short ragged breaths, crying out, “Green! G-green, ngh!”
A litany of moans flowed out of Oscar’s mouth before Oscar cried out.
“Wanna come! Please Lando, I’ve been good! I’ll eat my dinner, hngh, I’ll go to bed early, I’ll-I’ll, ungh, do anything! Let me come please, I’ll be good, your good- ah! Haah, your good boy, okay? Please, pleasepleaseplease-”
How could Lando say no to that? His heart swelled with pride, even though he knew those promises might be broken, and that Oscar might never be his.
“You are my good boy, aren’t you? My sweet boy, my treasure. You can let go, I’m right here.” Lando purred, releasing his grip and stroking at a brutally quick pace, which Oscar needed for he had the most intense climax of his life (for now). Lando watched in awe as his pup came hard, and it felt like forever until the last spurts of release hit his palms. Although Lando’s bear sized hands easily covered Oscar’s length and could contain his release without dirtying the boy, this time the come had dribbled through his knuckles and down his wrists.
He hastily cleaned his hands using the towel used to cool Oscar down and tended his attention back onto the boy.
Oscar looked at him through half lidded eyes, eyes cloudy as he came back up into a more human Oscar rather than a melted puddle of Oscar.
“Shower time pup,” Lando announced, scooping the boy up into his arms and walking towards the bathroom.
The boy had blacked out for a few minutes, and the moment he surfaced back and felt the warm water hit his back, fingers in his scalp washing away the last few suds and the tight grip of Lando on his waist to prevent him from slipping, he broke down.
He knew showering meant it was the end. He knew the rut would end right after. He knew that meant he wouldn't have Lando this way again.
So Oscar cried, and he cried loudly, his entire body wrecking with sobs as he simultaneously pushed Lando away and pulled him closer.
Lando froze. Had he hurt his pup? What was going on? He finished washing him up and wrapped him in a fluffy towel, picking him up and rushing towards his room and setting him on his lap.
“Oscar sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”
Oscar just shook his head as he continued wailing.
“Tell me what’s wrong pup, you’re scaring me…” Lando said softly, peppering his forehead with kisses. However, that only seemed to make things worse as Oscar’s crying became heavier.
Did I mess up?
“Sorry pup. I’m so sorry. Do you want me to leave you be?”
Oscar shook his head even more persistently, clinging onto Lando like he was his lifeline and crying into the junction of the older’s neck. Lando swallowed hard, trying his best to release calming pheromones.
It took a hot minute for Oscar to calm down. Lando had patted countless random rhythms onto the boy’s back, never forgetting to scrunch his hair dry so that he doesn’t fall sick.
Oscar spoke first, voice cracking and almost inaudible.
“I don’t want you to go back to not touching me when tomorrow comes. And I don’t want to pretend that I don’t crave it anymore. It’s stupid, I know. You call me these nicknames but I can’t help but want more. But it only happens if I’m in my rut, which won’t happen again now that I have my suppressants. But I-” he hiccuped. “-want you so much, I love you Lan…”
Those last words are trailed off into a quiet sob and Lando wouldn’t have caught it if not for his heightened attentiveness towards his pup.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
“Oh Oscar… my beautiful Osc, my sweet boy, my precious pup, my sweetheart… is that what it was about?” Lando’s voice trembled, heavy with emotion. He gently scratched at Oscar's scalp, hugging him tighter and closer. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I feel, and I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel safe enough to tell me how you feel. You must’ve held that in so long, must’ve been so overwhelming, no?”
Oscar whined in reply.
“I love taking care of you, in bed and in life. I’d love to keep doing it. And I love you too, so much baby. I would love to give you all the cuddles and kisses in the world.” Lando’s voice turned husky as he whispered, “I want to be yours, would you be mine?”
Oh my fucking gosh.
Oscar slowly lifted his head up, eyes brimming with joy.
“Boyfriends?” Oscar asked.
“Boyfriends.” Lando confirmed.
Oscar whispered, “That’s all I ever wanted to hear, fuck…”
The both of them pressed their foreheads together, laughing softly.
“I love you so much,” Lando whispered, leaning in to kiss Oscar’s mouth and down to his neck.
“Mm, I love you to the moon and back too, Lan…” Oscar replied dreamily.
fin.