#god bless that photo of the both of them on the plane playing poker

[ssereinopheliah]

Drabble - illecebrous

featuring: lando as an aspiring burlesque dancer, based off of his instagram post with the heart shapes on his tits.

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lando has always jumped from one hobby to another. from his quote on quote “dj era” to his drummer era, it seemed like lando couldn’t stick to one thing.

now saying that, you would expect that lando would go for more traditional hobbies, things like his golf and padel. so, when oscar walks into lando’s hotel room at 11pm on a saturday night, to inform him of a strategy change, he wasn’t expecting to see Lando wearing nothing besides a white corset, a silk skirt, and sheer pearl lined gloves.

he looks like the worlds most indecent bride

oscar’s brain kindly pointed out as he stood in the hallways of the hotel room, doors agape.

lando, to his credit, didn’t freak out or anything. sighing, he walks towards oscar, shimmying behind him to close the door. the cool fabric of the silk skirt brushing against oscar’s inner thigh causes him to shiver and turn around.

meeting lando’s questioning gaze, oscar eyes dart down. his eyes drinking in the sight of lando’s tan skin contrasting the white of the corset. it looked wrong, tied too tightly around him, causing his skin to be irritated, turning red, highlighting his exposed collarbone. the silk skirt was short. running from his waist to mid tight.

oscar’s hands twitched slightly. He wanted to touch the skirt a little, to feel the softness compared to lando’s inner thigh. instead of doing that, he clears his throat, forcing himself to look lando straight in the eye.

lando sighs, stretching his lips into a thin line and smiled.

“I can explain?”

he tries to supply, pushing himself past oscar once again. this time his gloved hands catching onto oscar’s arm.

Oh geez he’s about to pass out.

the sheer gloves felt rough, and since it was so thin, it was easy for lando’s body heat to pass though, leaving oscar feeling like he was branded with lando’s touch.

lando sits down on his unkept bed, and signals for oscar to do the same.

flopping down, he sort of makes an awkward hand gesture, hands floundering about lando’s get up.

“well… here’s the thing, i wanted to try something new ya’know? and…i went to this club with a couple of my mates way back and this was something i saw. burr-burbles or something?”

“burlesque lando, I swear, you’ll be the only person who picked up a hobby without knowing the name of it.”

lando has the audacity to scrunch his nose at him.

oscar sighs, leading back onto the bed, watching as lando’s back move up and down steadily, the corset top rubbing deep red lines into his skin.

“the corset you’re wearing, it’s too tight”

“wut?”

“too tight!”

leaning back up, oscar runs a hand across seams of the corset, catching onto lando’s skin in the process.

lando shivers. feeling uncomfortable in the corset, he leans into oscar’s touch.

“Help a girl out then will ya?”

oscar nods, pushing himself forward to untangle the mess of ribbons that lando has seemingly gotten himself into. using his fingers, he pulls at the clumsily tied corsets, before wriggling his fingers about trying to remove each ribbon for the eyelets.

he’s like a inelegantly wrapped present.

oscar groans inwardly

my present

it takes a while for it to slide off, and by the time it does. the corset has already left a harsh red mark on lando’s back. oscar sighs again as he tries to layer the ribbons correctly this time for lando to wear again when lando turns around.

oscar short circuits. the reason: on lando’s chest, there were two heart shaped stickers stuck onto his tits. they were a dark red, matt, and didn’t do their job.

lando’s chest was clearly still irritated by the corset, pebbled, the stickers did nothing to conceal it.

oscar was two seconds away from passing out. his eyes flickering back and forth from lando’s chest to his eyes. his body feeling to warm all of a sudden.

lando, noticing the attention, grins, like a cat. pushing oscar’s chest lightly with a gloved hand, the younger man to fall back onto the bed with almost no resistance.

lando then slings one leg over oscar’s lap, settling comfortably over his thighs. crooning:

“How about a private show pretty boy? I promise that I’m really good”

oscar’s eyes widen,

shit. he’s trap.