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“Have you ever thought about trying, like, BDSM or anything?”
Oscar nearly choked on the bite of the salad he’d just taken, coughing while he looked up at Lando. It’s not like he wasn’t used to hearing out of pocket things from him, but that one definitely caught him a bit by surprise. Clearing his throat again and taking a quick drink of water, Oscar nodded, more than curious to hear where Lando was going with this.
“I mean, that’s… Like, so vague. But, yeah, I wouldn’t be totally new to it,” he replied with a small shrug, having to hold back a snicker at the way Lando’s expression twitched upon hearing the insinuation that he’d tried it with someone else before. It was adorable how possessive he got sometimes, really. “Why? You have something in mind?”
“Wait, you’ve- Never mind. Uh- Yeah, I guess? I saw this video the other day, ‘n I was thinking about having you, like, tie me up,” he explained, pushing around his own salad with his fork, glancing between the food and Oscar.
Ignoring how objectively hilarious it was that Lando was referring to what had definitely been a porno as just some nondescript video, his explanation felt too vague for Oscar’s liking, especially considering they’d already used some restraints before in the past. It’s not like their sex life was vanilla; they pushed each other enough to have a long established safeword at that stage, but it was never usually a sit down conversation. They knew each other’s boundaries and body language well enough to not have to discuss anything they’d done much yet. So, hearing Lando bring it up like this, knowing that he might be interested in something more… Taxing, he supposed, had Oscar’s mind racing with excitement.
“Tie you up how? Sounds fun.”
Lando shrugged, setting his fork down and leaning back against his chair. “Dunno. You can pick,” he replied, sending Oscar’s mind reeling even further. “But the other part is that, like, I don’t want you to let me come? I mean, at some point, but- Just not right away.”
Oscar hummed in thought, nodding. “Like, edging, or what?”
“Right.”
“Uh, yeah. I’d like that a lot. Definitely, yes.”
One of Oscar’s girlfriends from a few years ago had been into shibari, and he was honestly pretty proud about how good he’d gotten at figuring out how to do all the different knots. He knew it wouldn’t come naturally to him given how long it had been, but he was suddenly desperate to have Lando restrained like that. Picturing him unable to move fully, kept on the edge, squirming and begging, had Oscar’s cock twitching in interest immediately.
After they’d finished their lunch, he didn’t hesitate to order some rope online, decidedly not telling Lando about what he’d quickly started planning. It would be more fun as a surprise, anyway.
The package arrived just a few days later, conveniently when Lando was out of the house at some shoot for Hilton. After opening it and testing the rope around his own wrist, checking to make sure it was as comfortable as the online listing had promised, Oscar got to work on researching. He spent a solid half hour watching tutorials and looking up different ideas, carefully scrutinizing each one and trying to imagine what Lando would enjoy the most. Trying to follow along to the videos was difficult without another person to practice on, so he landed on something considerably basic that would still keep Lando completely restrained.
The excitement and anticipation of it all had Oscar’s mind spinning - he found himself checking his watch stupidly often, as if it would somehow manage to make the time pass by any faster.
Lando finally arrived back home after another twenty minutes, setting his things down onto the counter with an exasperated, drawn out groan before making his way over to where Oscar was sitting on the couch. The dramatics were adorable, and he was unable to stop himself from smiling while Lando immediately settled onto his lap, letting his body fall limp against Oscar’s chest.
“That bad, huh?” He asked with a soft laugh, soothing a hand up and down Lando’s back a few times.
“It was fine,” Lando murmured with a shrug, prying himself back up to be able to look at Oscar properly. “Just boring, ‘n long.”
“Mmm. You’re very brave,” he replied teasingly, slipping his hands under the hem of Lando’s shirt and resting them on his sides - he must have been a bit cold, given how Lando made a soft squeaky noise at the sudden contact.
“I am, actually,” Lando retorted with a huff. But, without further complaint, he leaned in to kiss Oscar smiling softly against his mouth.
And, having spent the better part of the last two hours thinking so intently about Lando tied up and desperate, Oscar really couldn’t blame himself for deepening the kiss considerably fast. Thankfully, Lando reciprocated with no hesitation - albeit, letting out a quiet sound of surprise against Oscar’s mouth - while he scooted closer, grabbing onto his shoulders. One thing he knew for certain was that Lando’s sex drive was nothing if not insatiable; more than convenient for Oscar, given that he couldn’t ever seem to get enough of Lando, either.
After only a few more moments, he grabbed the hem of Lando’s shirt, breaking away from the kiss just long enough to pull the fabric up over his head.
“You missed me bad, huh?” Lando asked with a laugh, leaning back in to kiss down the side of Oscar’s neck.
“Can you blame me?” He murmured, tilting his head back to allow Lando more room. The rope he’d bought was strategically hidden under one of the throw pillows at the other end of the couch, having assumed that Lando would be easy to get worked up.
And, yeah, he’d definitely been right, given how Lando began grinding his hips forward against him after only minutes of making out. With what he was planning, Oscar didn’t hesitate to bring a hand down, undoing Lando’s trousers and palming at him over his boxers, earning a quiet gasp from him while he pressed forward against the contact - clearly pleasantly surprised at Oscar’s lack of patience.
“Fuck,” Lando murmured against his mouth after leaning back in to kiss him again, his movements growing slightly needier, soft moans leaving his throat unbidden. Oscar could feel the slight dampness of precome through the thin fabric, smiling just barely into the kiss before pulling his hand away.
“Bedroom, c’mon,” he said after breaking away from the kiss, giving a gentle pat to Lando’s hip.
He watched in amusement as Lando scrambled off of his lap, already breathing heavily as he immediately turned around and made his way towards the bedroom - not bothering to wait up.
Oscar grabbed the bundle of rope from under the pillow before following after him, sticking it into the back pocket of his trousers. When he got into the bedroom, Lando had already stripped himself down to his boxers, leaning back on his hands on the bed while he watched Oscar enter the room and strip his own shirt off with a smile. After getting onto the bed too, he tugged at Lando’s waistband, letting it snap back onto his skin before crawling behind him.
“Take those off,” he said, pressing a kiss to Lando’s shoulder.
Lando did as Oscar told him immediately, ridding himself of his boxers and discarding them over the edge of the bed, then settled between where Oscar’s legs were spread, leaning his back against his chest.
Oscar hummed softly, one hand resting on Lando’s hip and the other wrapping around to trail slowly over his torso. He loved having him close like this - he could feel how heavily his chest rose with every breath, already so clearly worked up over hardly anything at all. It was always horribly endearing to him, really, how incapable Lando always was of displaying any sort of nonchalance.
He finally brought his hand down to Lando’s cock, twitching and leaking against his stomach, giving it a few slow, firm strokes. Lando’s back immediately arched a bit, tilting his head back against Oscar’s shoulder while he grabbed onto his leg.
“Osc, fuck, ‘s so good, baby,” he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut briefly.
Oscar pressed a kiss to his hair - partially out of sympathy towards Lando’s blissful ignorance about how this was all going to go - while slowly increasing his speed. He twisted his wrist with every stroke just how Lando liked it, circling his thumb around the tip every few moments. It really didn’t take long at all before Lando was letting out needy moans with every breath, the muscles of his thighs twitching while he held on tighter to Oscar’s leg. All glaring, obvious tells that he was close.
“You sound so pretty, Lan, you gonna come for me?” He asked against his ear, not slowing his hand for a second.
“Yes, god, I- Fuck, don’t stop,” Lando choked out, his hips twitching up.
Oscar could have laughed at the irony of the words he chose. Because, immediately upon receiving his answer, he pulled his hand away, pressing his palm firmly against Lando’s stomach while he kissed the side of his head again.
Lando let out a pitchy whine, his hips once again jutting up, but into nothing this time. “No, Osc, fuck, I’m so close, c'mon,” he pleaded, sounding dreadfully confused and desperate.
“Reckon you can wait, yeah?”
Lando shook his head immediately. “No, c’mon, please.”
Simply humming in response, Oscar began tracing slow circles into his abdomen, the light touch making Lando’s muscles contract slightly while he squirmed impatiently in front of him. As soon as he could feel his breaths start to come a bit more slowly, Oscar began inching his hand down again, Lando whispering a barely audible echo of, “yes, yes, yes.”
When he finally wrapped his hand around him again, his grip was much looser than it had been before, using mostly just his thumb and index finger to move torturously slowly over his length. Not nearly enough contact, and knowingly too slow to send him over the edge.
With another strangled noise, Lando tried to fuck into his hand in an attempt to make it any better, but Oscar quickly tightened the grip he had on his hip to keep him in place.
“Stay still, baby,” he whispered, kissing Lando’s cheek chastely while he continued working his hand over him, slightly faster now.
The sound that left Lando was close to a sob when Oscar finally began speeding up his movements again, his head falling forward against his own chest while he panted. He didn’t even say he was close again this time, hoping that Oscar wouldn’t catch on, hoping that he’d finally get relief.
Unfortunately for Lando, Oscar knew him well enough to immediately be able to tell, perfectly tuned into every minuscule bit of body language Lando was displaying. He tutted softly at the loud, near animalistic whine that left Lando’s lips when he removed his hand again, wrapping both arms tightly around his waist the way he knew Lando loved, one of his thumbs stroking slow circles low on his abdomen.
“Please, I can’t, I can’t do it anymore, please,” he begged, leaning his head back against Oscar’s shoulder while he squirmed in front of him on the bed. They both knew those words wouldn’t get him anywhere, that it was pointless to try to convince Oscar, but they also both knew that Lando was acting solely out of desperation - all rational thought having left him about ten minutes ago.
“That’s cute, Lan.” Oscar chuckled softly, moving one of his hands down to gently caress Lando’s inner thigh, immediately drawing another whine from him from how close his hand was to where he needed it so badly.
After another agonizing minute, Oscar slowly brought his hand back up to his cock, tracing his thumb around the tip a few times. Lando was fully crying now, breathy, quiet sobs leaving his throat with every barely there movement, writhing where he was sat between Oscar’s legs. But just as he started getting dangerously close to the edge again, Oscar removed his hand like clockwork, wrapping his arm back around Lando’s waist to hold him securely in place.
“You know what word to use. You wanna tap out, or can you keep being good?” He whispered against his ear, then tilted his head down to press a kiss against his neck.
Lando shook his head immediately, tears still running freely down his cheeks while he held on tight to Oscar’s forearms.
“No, just- Oscar, I- I need-”
“What, you need to come? Need me to touch you? Keep crying, baby, you’re so pretty like this,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe some of the precome still on his thumb onto Lando’s cheek.
Lando couldn’t do anything but whimper in response, leaning his head into the touch slightly as if the action had been gentle and not downright filthy. But, to his dismay, Oscar was suddenly shifting away from him and stepping off the bed, leaving him sniffling and twitching while he watched Oscar walk towards the other side of the room.
He was horribly confused, but also more turned on than he’d probably ever been in his life, his brain focused on nothing except the prospect of being touched again. He was half tempted to just touch himself, take the opportunity of Oscar facing away to get at least some sort of relief, but the thought of disappointing him felt crushing.
When Oscar finally turned back around to face him a few moments later, he was holding lube, a dildo and what seemed to be a long, carefully folded bundle of rope. It was dark red, seemingly brand new, and it honestly looked soft and silky to the touch even through the tears in Lando’s eyes that had the room still appearing a bit blurry.
He blinked over at Oscar a few times as he tried to wrap his head around the reality of the situation - their conversation a few days ago came rushing back to his head. How he’d asked Oscar to tie him up, to not let him come. He wasn’t quite sure how he hadn’t connected the dots sooner, supposing he was just too caught up in the desperation of not getting what he needed so horribly badly.
Oscar was smiling so softly over at him, an almost pitiful look, while he walked back over towards the bed. He stopped at the foot of it, setting everything but the lube down onto the mattress and gesturing with two fingers for Lando to come closer.
“C’mere, baby. Turn over, hands and knees,” he said quietly, popping open the bottle and squeezing some into his hands. As devastating as it felt to know that Oscar still wasn’t going to give him what he needed, he was just thrilled to have his hands back on him, he would take what he could get. He was confused about the purpose of the dildo, though, because was he not just going to fuck him like he always did?
Lando’s confused thoughts melted away as soon as he maneuvered himself how Oscar had instructed him and he felt his hands back on him. One grabbing his ass, the other tracing two lubed fingers over his rim before slowly starting to press one into him. Lando gasped immediately, pushing his body towards the contact, his thoughts a mindless loop of more more more.
As Oscar continued to finger him open, it seemed like he was intentionally avoiding his prostate - which was slightly infuriating, but probably a smart move for the sake of not letting him get off. Even though he’d come down a bit from where he was earlier, Lando was pretty damn sure he’d come untouched if Oscar started fingering him the way he normally did, deep and full and curling his fingers exactly where he knew Lando needed them. Now, it seemed like nothing but necessity. Preparation without the bliss of anything past that.
That being said, Lando still moaned needily with every small movement, every added finger. But before he knew it, Oscar was pulling out again, wiping his slick fingers onto Lando’s hip. He looked over his shoulder in curiosity while his chest heaved, watching as Oscar picked up the dildo and lube, and-
Why the hell was he pulling his desk chair out?
“What do you- Uh, I don’t-” He stuttered out, his brain struggling to form words into any kind of proper sentence right then. Oscar smiled amusedly at him, once again gesturing for Lando to come over to him.
“You’re gonna sit over here,” he replied simply, like it had been obvious, like that part hadn’t been clear enough.
“...Right,” he breathed, taking just a second to compose himself before forcing himself off the bed with a grunt of effort. His legs felt unbelievably weak, nothing close to steady, his thoughts still miles away from his body. But regardless, he made his way over to where Oscar stood - who grabbed him arm before he could sit down again.
“Hold on,” Oscar said, popping the cap of the lube back open and spreading some over the length of the dildo. It wasn’t massive, but it was slightly bigger than Oscar was, and the thought of finally having something to properly fill him up had Lando’s head spinning.
Oscar suctioned the base of it onto the plastic seat of the chair - the cushion on it seemingly having been removed in advance - before gesturing down to it with a nod, a slight smirk creeping onto his face.
“Go on, then.”
Lando swallowed hard, his heart suddenly racing in his chest with the permission he’d been given. He didn’t hesitate to begin sinking down onto the dildo, keeping it in place with one hand and bracing the other onto the arm of the chair, a broken moan leaving him as he continued to lower himself onto it. With his eyes screwed shut, he didn’t see Oscar pick the rope back up, too caught up in the overwhelming feeling of fullness to hear him walking back behind the chair.
When he finally bottomed out, sitting flush against the seat of the chair while he panted slightly, Lando nearly jumped out of his skin when Oscar’s hands were suddenly back on him - holding his wrist in place against the armrest, carefully binding the rope around it. His eyes shot back open, glancing between where Oscar’s hands were working and his face.
“Stay still, baby, yeah?” Oscar said quietly, checking to make sure the rope was secure around his wrist before moving on to his other one.
Lando’s thoughts were racing at a hundred miles an hour. There was so much sensory input in the best - and most maddening - way possible. The weight of his body was pushing the dildo so deep inside him he swore he could feel it in his throat, and while the restraints on his wrist were loose enough to not hurt at all, he quickly found that he wasn’t able to move his hands whatsoever after testing the rope with a quick tug.
But, Oscar didn’t stop at his wrists. He moved back behind him to begin weaving the soft rope around his chest and biceps, binding him firmly to the back of the chair. Lando began squirming out of instinct, a loud, needy cry leaving him at the friction it caused against the dildo.
His reaction had Oscar pausing for a moment, bringing a hand up to Lando’s face to wipe a tear off his cheekbone with his thumb.
“I told you to stay still, Lan,” he said quietly, his sickeningly gentle tone a wild contrast from his actions. “You still okay?” He added after a second, just as soft.
Lando had no idea how the hell he was supposed to answer that. Because no, he absolutely wasn’t okay, but he definitely didn’t want Oscar to stop. His body felt like it was on fire, desperation and need taking over every cell in his body. He settled on nodding, a quick, jerky movement of his head, and Oscar resumed working away at the rope.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noted how skillful Oscar seemed to be with this, his delicate fingers working expertly around his limbs without getting the rope tangled once. Lando did his absolute best to stay still while he bound it across his thighs; he felt a bit insane with how close Oscar’s hands were to where his swollen cock was achingly hard, making a mess across his stomach with precome. But his hands moved down again quickly after, finally binding his ankles to the legs of the chair before stepping back to look over his handiwork with a satisfied, awestruck smile.
Lando looked back at him, completely dazed, feeling simultaneously separate from his body and completely physically grounded in a way he’d never experienced before. His breaths came in short, labored spurts while he attempted to move again, but got absolutely nowhere. He wanted so desperately to properly grind down against the dildo, for any friction at all, but it seemed to be an impossible task.
“God, look at you. Fuck, Lan, it’s mental,” he murmured, stepping back over to him and running a hand slowly down Lando’s arm while his other began undoing his own trousers. Even as casual and light as the touch on his arm had been, every nerve ending felt like a live wire right then, and the feeling of it had Lando letting out a desperate noise while his muscles jumped.
Oscar hummed sympathetically while he stepped out of his trousers. When he began palming himself over his boxers afterwards with a slow exhale, Lando could only watch in horror, wanting nothing more than to have that same relief himself. It was absolutely maddening, it was unfair, cruel in the best possible way.
“I could keep you like this all day, y’know. You look so pretty, I’d be crazy not to, really,” Oscar added, stepping closer while he took his cock out and began stroking it with slow, languid movements.
Lando immediately let out a sob at that, shaking his head even though the idea of it sounded like maybe the hottest thing he’d ever heard.
“No, I- Osc, please, please, let me- I need-” He blabbered, finding words completely useless to him at that moment. He took in a shaky, hiccupy breath before trying again. “Please just- Touch me, I can’t.”
Oscar tilted his head to the side while he listened to him, humming in thought like he was actually considering it. They both knew damn well that he wasn't.
“I can touch you, baby, but you’re not gonna come yet. You understand, yeah?” He replied softly, taking his hand off his cock and stepping closer to Lando. He leaned over a bit to slowly trail his fingers up Lando’s thigh, watching him amusedly while Lando immediately started squirming against the restraints again, pathetic whines leaving him with every breath.
For a moment, Lando genuinely considered using his safeword. But, he also didn’t want the moment to end - as desperate as he felt, he wanted to stay like this for as long as he could get himself to. He wanted to push himself as far as he could go, and he wanted to make Oscar happy, too. He wanted him to be proud, and he wanted to feel like he'd actually earned it.
“I- Fuck, I understand, I just- Please, just-” The words immediately caught in his throat, replaced with a loud sob, when Oscar finally wrapped his hand around him again - pumping his cock just one torturously slow time. He nearly came from that alone, feeling right on the edge once again, even more so than he had earlier. But Oscar’s hand was gone again, instead trailing up his side with a featherlight touch before moving over to his chest, just barely grazing his thumb over one of his nipples.
Lando wasn’t able to stop himself from squirming for even a second now, tears falling freely down his cheeks while his eyes squeezed shut. But he heard Oscar step away again, prying his eyes back open only to see him sitting down on the edge of the bed, continuing to work his hand over his cock.
“If you keep still while you watch me, maybe I’ll let you come after. Sound good?” He asked breathily, his hand moving slightly faster over his cock while his eyes traced over every inch of Lando’s form.
Nodding desperately, Lando focused every cell of his body into keeping still. His thoughts were still miles away - he felt more animal than human, a desperate creature fighting for what felt like survival more than gratification. His eyes never left Oscar, darting between his cock and his face, where he was looking Lando over like he wanted to devour him whole.
After what felt like an hour, but was probably only a minute or two, Oscar’s movements had become quick and uncoordinated. He made his way back over to Lando, hovering over him and looking down at him with a slack jaw and dilated pupils. Only seconds later, he was murmuring an echo of curses under his breath, his free hand taking a tight hold of Lando’s hair while he came over his chest and stomach. The sight of it and the feeling of his come hitting his body was almost enough to send Lando over the edge too, staring up at Oscar with a near pained expression while his wrists tugged involuntarily against the restraints again.
“Please,” he choked out while Oscar caught his breath, his voice hoarse and stuffy from the amount of time he’d spent crying. A desperate final attempt at mercy, at relief, at anything.
And, thank fucking god, Oscar seemed to take pity on him. He leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead before finally wrapping his hand around his cock, giving him only a few firm, proper strokes before Lando’s body was thrashing slightly, nearly blacking out for a moment while he was finally pushed over the edge. The relief hit him like a goddamn brick to the head, completely removed from his body for a long few moments while he came over himself and Oscar’s hand.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he was finally starting to come down, still unable to open his eyes just yet, too focused on trying to take in a proper breath. He felt completely overstimulated and trapped all too fast, inadvertently beginning to tug at his restraints again, words still not finding him. The dildo suddenly felt all too big and present, the rope claustrophobic. But Oscar was two steps ahead apparently, already standing behind him while he quickly undid the knots holding him in place. He kissed the top of Lando’s head while he continued working, only taking a minute until his upper body was completely free again, much to Lando’s immediate relief.
He instinctively folded down, his hands grabbing onto his knees while he continued taking shaky breaths.
“You okay, Lan? I’m almost done, just gotta get your legs. You did so good,” Oscar said gently, sounding slightly anxious, while he continued working at the knots holding his lower body in place.
And, yeah, Lando was fine, but he also didn’t feel quite like a person again yet, and he still felt some primal urge to be able to move completely freely.
“Mm,” he hummed quietly, faintly registering Oscar kissing his leg while he continued removing the last of the rope. Fatigued didn’t even begin to describe his current state once he was finally completely unrestrained again. But he felt Oscar’s hands on him again, carefully but firmly supporting most of his weight while he helped him slowly to his feet. Lando winced as he finally pulled off of the dildo, but the relief of freedom overtook the discomfort quickly.
Laying down, stretching out, felt almost as good as the orgasm itself had. Lando rolled his wrists around slowly, grimacing slightly at the ache it caused, his eyes still squeezed shut.
“Lan, talk to me, baby. You good? You with me?” Oscar asked again, slowly stroking his hand up and down Lando’s arm. When he finally blinked his eyes back open, the concern was immediately evident on Oscar’s face, looking Lando over like he had accidentally just ran him over with his damn car. It was endearing, really, if anything. Because Lando had asked for this, he could have stopped it at any time, and Oscar still looked terrified - as if that wasn't maybe the hottest thing Lando had ever experienced.
“‘M good. ‘M just- Need a minute. Was so good, Osc,” he replied hoarsely, bringing a hand up to limply pull at Oscar’s arm in an attempt to get him down closer to him. He obliged immediately, laying down beside Lando and propping himself up on an elbow while his hand carded gently through his curls. He left a few inches in between them, on the off chance Lando still needed space, still carefully studying his expression for any signs of lingering distress or discomfort.
But Lando quickly shifted over to close the remaining distance between them, burying his face into Oscar’s chest and letting his eyes close again. His brain was still completely fuzzy, but now in a blissful, calming way opposed to earlier on.
He wasn’t exactly sure how long they laid like that for, and he was honestly surprised he hadn’t fallen asleep yet, but he really didn’t want to fall into unconsciousness yet - too happy listening to the soft sound of Oscar breathing and the feeling of his fingers moving gently against his scalp.
“...You sure that was okay?” Oscar asked quietly after another minute, his uncertainty a stark contrast from the demeanor he’d held so easily so little time ago.
“Promise,” Lando replied, the exhaustion evident in his voice. He debated for a moment how to convince him that it was better than he could have possibly hoped for. “...I was thinking you should blindfold me next time, too, actually.”
The stifled, squeaky sound that left Oscar while his hand stilled momentarily in his hair was proof enough that he’d made his point.
After another solid twenty minutes of laying together, Lando had finally regained the energy to head to the bathroom, letting Oscar gently wash the sweat and come off him in the shower. He seemed deeply concerned about the lingering red marks where Lando had been restrained, as if Lando hadn't already planned on wanking to the sight of them at the first possible opportunity, but how deeply he cared felt lovely regardless.
Getting back into bed was an even bigger relief than the hot water against his skin had been. It was only early evening, but Lando figured he well deserved a nap, using Oscar's bicep as a pillow while he finally let his body relax towards sleep.