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two sleepy kittens were spotted

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"His skin is flushed red with exertion, his mouth, his perfect fucking mouth is open and he's crying out as he grinds down on the toy.

And he's watching the fucking race highlights."

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Part 2 of the put away wet verse

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This meme was created in honor of Oscar's food poisoning

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very possible, but unfortunately it's not my screen, but I live near Hungary I'm from Poland🥰

remember when charles randomly liked the oscar meme

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remember when charles randomly liked the oscar meme

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honey + choscar

Charles passes behind him, hand grazing his back, letting Oscar know he’s there. The touch sticks to him like honey. Bright, like his smile. Like the sun that shines above him. Sweet, like his smile. Like the chocolate Oscar craves. Stubborn, like the thoughts that won’t leave Oscar’s head. Sticking to him, shame, guilt, lust, sliding across his skin, spreading smoothly.

He just needs a drop, a taste. A spoonful in his tea. A swipe across a biscuit would be enough. Just enough to remember, to think of when they’re both standing on the podium, sticky with champagne.

Later— when Oscar’s in his bed, thoughts memories moments sticking to him— it’s enough to push him over the edge. He groans, quiet, deep in his throat. Eyelids fluttering, fleeting images. He wonders how it would taste to lick it off of him. Smooth, sticky, sweet.

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✨️Charles version✨️

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charles on oscar

versus

charles on lando

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inevitable + choscar

Maybe it was naive, but Oscar always kind of felt like he and Lando were inevitable. Like their differences smoothed each other out, allowed them to slot together like puzzle pieces. But that isn’t quite right, and it takes Carlos for him to see it.

The way Lando looks at Carlos is different. They’re not teammates anymore, so it took Oscar a little time to see it but. Lando reaches out to Carlos, watches him in a way that he doesn’t with Oscar. The soft smiles he directs Oscar’s way fade as soon as the cameras turn off and the eyes turn away.

When Oscar falls for Charles— it’s not inevitable, it’s not destined, it just feels right. He doesn’t know him like he knew Lando, didn’t spend his time growing up following his career. He knew about him of course, and there’s a degree of stardom to Charles that feels brighter with his gaze on Oscar. But he’s not on so much of a pedestal, to Oscar.

So Oscar nudges the door open with his tweet, a quick reference to his lineage. Still, Charles’ response is a bit of a surprise. They don’t know each other well enough for inside jokes, but here Charles meets him halfway, pushes the door open a little farther.

Their relationship develops slowly, not quite friends yet, and Oscar finds himself grateful for the additional topic, something to tie them together. Things are awkward, at times, but real in a way that’s refreshing. It tugs at Oscar’s chest, urges him to comment on Charles’ races— tap his back as he passes. Unsurety tinges their interactions, and curiosity leads their gazes. It’s a push and pull between them, devastatingly human.

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