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The hotel room in Singapore smelled like sex and heat-slick before they even got the door fully closed.
Oscar had been fighting the edge of his heat for two days, suppressing with every legal blocker the FIA would allow, pretending he was fine during media day, during quali, during the damn race where he’d finished P4 while his body screamed for something else entirely. Now the race was over, the points were secured, and the suppressants had finally lost the war.
He was burning. And about to fucking combust.
Lando barely got the “Do Not Disturb” sign flipped before Oscar was on him, hands fisting in his team polo, mouth crashing against his in a messy, needy kiss.
“Alpha-” Oscar gasped between kisses, voice already hoarse. “Need you. Need it so bad.”
Lando’s hands slid down to grip Oscar’s waist, steadying him. Even through the layers of clothes, he could feel how hot Oscar’s skin was. His scent, sweet, ripe, honeyed omega heat, flooded the room and went straight to Lando’s cock. He would be lying if he said he could remember anything that happened in the race.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Lando murmured, kissing the corner of Oscar’s mouth, his jaw, the frantic pulse in his neck, any spot he could get to. “Gonna take care of everything. Just like always.”
Oscar whimpered and tried to climb him right there in the entryway. “Inside. Please. Want you inside me, want your knot. Want your pups-”
The word hit Lando like a spark to gasoline. He growled low in his chest, the alpha instinct roaring to life. Breeding. Filling his omega until he was swollen and dripping and claimed so thoroughly no one would ever question who he belonged to.
He walked Oscar backwards toward the huge king sized bed, stripping clothes as they went. Oscar’s race suit was already half unzipped; Lando shoved it down his shoulders along with his fireproofs until the omega stood there in nothing but damp underwear, cock hard and leaking, thighs glistening with slick.
“Look at you,” Lando breathed, voice reverent. He cupped Oscar’s face with both hands, thumbs brushing over flushed cheekbones. “So fucking pretty when you’re in heat. My perfect omega.”
Oscar’s eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. Shame flickered across his face even as his hips rolled forward, seeking friction. “It’s- it’s too much. I keep thinking about it. About you filling me up. About- about getting pregnant. I know it’s stupid, I’m on birth control, I’m an F1 driver, but I can’t stop wanting it. Want you to breed me like I’m yours. Like you’re gonna knock me up.” The words kept on going, a bunch of non-sense that his heat crazed mind came up with. Oscar has always had a habit of always being too honest in his heats. And this one was no exception.
Lando’s cock twitched hard. He kissed Oscar slow and deep, pouring every ounce of love and possession he got into it.
“It’s not stupid,” he whispered against Oscar’s lips. “I want it too. Every time you’re in heat I fantasize about it, about pumping you full until you’re leaking my come for days. About watching your belly swell with my pup. About everyone knowing you’re mine.”
Oscar moaned, a broken, desperate sound, and pulled Lando down onto the bed with him.
They didn’t bother with more foreplay. Oscar was already soaked, slick running down his thighs, hole fluttering and empty. Lando shoved his own clothes off, cock springing free, thick, flushed dark, knot already beginning to swell at the base.
He pushed Oscar’s legs up and apart, folding him neatly in half so he could see everything. Oscar’s hole was puffy and glistening, clenching around nothing.
“So empty, baby?” Lando teased gently, rubbing the head of his cock through the mess of slick. “Been aching for my cock all weekend?”
“Yes-fuck. Lando, please-!” Oscar’s voice cracked. “Breed me. Put it in. Want your knot. Want you to come so deep it takes.”
It was pointless to do any sort of preparation in this point of the heat. Lando groaned and pushed inside in one smooth thrust.
Oscar’s back arched off the bed with a cry. The stretch was perfect. Tight, wet heat that rippled around Lando’s cock like it was made for him. He bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, letting Oscar adjust, letting himself feel the way Oscar’s body welcomed him home.
“Fuck, Osc. You feel incredible. So hot. So ready for me.”
Oscar was already babbling. “Move- please move- need you to fuck me full. Want your pups. Want you to breed me like a proper omega. Please, alpha!”
Lando snapped his hips forward, setting a deep, punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the wet squelch of slick and the broken moans falling from Oscar’s lips. Every thrust dragged against Oscar’s prostate, making him clench and leak more.
Lando leaned down, folding Oscar further, mouth brushing his ear. “You want my pups, baby? Want me to knock you up right here in this hotel room? Want everyone to see what a good little breeding omega you are for me?”
Oscar sobbed, nails digging into Lando’s shoulders. “Yes. Yes,please. Fill me. Come inside me. Breed me-breed me-breed me-”
The chant was filthy and perfect. Working on Lando like a dog whistle. Lando fucked him harder, angling to hit that spot on every stroke. His knot was starting to swell fast, catching on Oscar’s rim with every pull-out.
“You’re gonna look so good carrying my baby,” Lando growled, voice rough with love and lust. “Tits getting heavy, belly round, everyone knowing I fucked you so full you couldn’t help but take. You’d let me keep you pregnant, wouldn’t you? Let me breed you over and over until you’re dripping with me all the time.”
Oscar’s eyes rolled back, mouth open on a silent scream as another wave of heat crashed through him. His cock jerked untouched between them, spilling weakly over his stomach.
“Lando- Lando I’m- 'uck- I’m coming!”
“Come on my cock, baby. Milk me. Show me how bad you need my load.”
Oscar came hard, hole clamping down like a vice, body shaking through the orgasm. The pressure tipped Lando over the edge. He shoved in deep, knot popping past the tight ring of muscle and locking them together as he came in thick, pulsing ropes- flooding Oscar’s insides with intention.
Oscar whimpered at the feeling, another smaller orgasm ripping through him as Lando’s come painted his walls. “So full. Feel it, oh god, I can feel you breeding me.”
Lando groaned, grinding his hips in tiny circles to push his come even deeper. “That’s it. Take every drop. Gonna keep you plugged up so none of it leaks out. Gonna breed you again as soon as my knot goes down.”
They stayed locked for long minutes, Lando peppering soft kisses across Oscar’s face, his forehead, his closed eyelids, his trembling lips. When the knot finally started to deflate, Lando carefully pulled out, watching with dark, hungry eyes as a thick trickle of his come leaked from Oscar’s puffy hole.
Oscar made a distressed sound. “No. Put it back-don’t waste it-”
Lando shushed him gently and flipped him onto his stomach, pulling his hips up so Oscar was presenting, ass in the air, face buried in the pillows.
“Shh, baby. I’m not done. Gonna give you another load. Gonna breed you properly this time.”
He pushed back in, easier now, Oscar’s hole sloppy and open from the first round. The new angle let him go even deeper. Oscar moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet every thrust.
“Harder,” he begged, voice muffled. “Want it to take. Want your pups so bad it hurts. Please, Lando! breed your omega. Fill me until I’m swollen with you.”
Lando’s hand slid around to press gently on Oscar’s lower belly, right where he imagined a pup would grow. “Feel that? That’s where I’m gonna put them. Gonna fuck you so full your belly’s gonna round out. Everyone’s gonna know what I did to you.”
Oscar cried out, pushing back desperately. “Yes- mark me, claim me, breed me.”
Lando fucked him through a second, longer orgasm, then came again, knot locking tight while he pumped Oscar even fuller. This time when he pulled out, he replaced his cock with two fingers, scooping his come back inside and plugging Oscar up.
Oscar was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure and relief streaking his cheeks. “More,” he whispered hoarsely. “Don’t stop. I need it. Need you to keep breeding me all night.”
Lando kissed the back of his neck, soft and loving, even as his cock twitched with interest again.
“I will, baby. I promise. Gonna breed you until you can’t walk. Until the only thing you can feel is how full of me you are.”
He spent the rest of the night doing exactly that. Fucking Oscar in every position, talking him through every load, pressing praise and filthy breeding promises into his skin between kisses. By the time the heat finally began to ebb in the early hours of the morning, Oscar was a wreck: limp, covered in marks, belly slightly distended from how much come Lando had pumped into him, hole puffy and leaking despite every effort to keep it plugged.
Lando pulled him into his arms, cradling Oscar against his chest, one hand resting possessively over his lower stomach.
Oscar nuzzled into his neck, voice sleepy and sated. “Love you,” he mumbled. “Even if it’s just fantasy… I really do want it. Want to be yours like that.”
Lando kissed the top of his head, heart aching with how much he loved this boy.
“You already are, Osc. Heat or no heat, suppressants or not, you’re mine. And one day, when we’re ready… I’m gonna give you exactly what you’re begging for. Gonna breed you for real. Gonna watch you grow round with our baby and love every second of it.”
Oscar’s breath hitched, a tiny, hopeful sound, and he pressed closer.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
And for tonight, the fantasy was more than enough.