#the grip carcar and carlandoscar have on me is insane

[jusst-you-race]

oh re:pinned post you know im gonna ask for a carcar prompt... -wiz

if not vibing with that, dealer's choice with the word "mouth" maybe? lol

okay so I know you asked for carcar but I threw lando in there too because I couldn’t help myself… so here is a little borderline smutty carlandoscar thing

“Do you ever stop running your mouth?”

It’s something Oscar’s said to Lando before, but the soft, fond tone is gone when it’s directed at Carlos. It's icy cold, bordering on mean, sharp words only blunted where they’re muffled by Lando’s collarbones, where Oscar is currently biting.

Carlos scoffs from where he’s trying to work Lando’s pants off.

“You are liking me running my mouth.” He gestures at the obvious bulge tenting the front of Oscar’s shorts. “Don’t pretend otherwise.”

Oscar’s eyes turn flinty, but Lando runs a hand through his hair affectionately and he settles back into marking up every inch of skin hidden by clothing. Lando tries not to laugh at how much more possessive Oscar is with Carlos here. Carlos presses his hand to where Lando is so hard he’s almost leaking into his underwear and Lando can’t help but whine at the pressure. Carlos practically growls in response.

“You like that, no? You are so hard and eager for us, Lando.”

Lando pants as Carlos grinds the heel of his hand down.

“Carlos…” he breathes. Oscar bites him. Lando grins.

“We are going to ruin you Lando.” Carlos continues talking, clearly unaware of the little exchange. “But that is what you wanted, is it not? That is why you begged me to join you, no? One cock is not enough for you. You are greedy.”

Oscar rolls his eyes.

“You sound like a bad porno.”

Carlos’s head snaps up, nostrils flaring.

“I do not hear you coming up with anything better.”

Oscar smirks, the corners of his mouth curling up like a cat.

“I think you come up with enough for both of us.”

Carlos lunges, and for a second Lando worries they’re about to start fighting, but instead they collide in a kiss that looks like it’s all teeth. Oscar is caught off guard for a second, before he presses back into the kiss, winding his hands into Carlos��s thick hair and pulling. Carlos groans and draws away from the kiss, panting. For a moment they just look at each other, gazes burning. Lando doesn’t move. Then they both lean back in, bridging the gap between them where Lando is lying.

He watches them from below, and if he wasn’t already turned on to the point of leaking then he certainly is now. Carlos takes Oscar’s lip between his teeth and tugs, and Oscar grunts in response. It’s the hottest thing Lando has ever seen, and he’s almost embarrassed by the loud moan that spills from his lips.

Oscar and Carlos both startle as if they’ve forgotten he’s there. Oscar blinks, and then gives Lando a smile that’s somewhere between sheepish and indulgent. Carlos continues to look at Oscar, an intense expression on his face.

“Sorry,” Oscar murmurs, absently stroking his thumb across Lando’s skin. “We were ignoring you.”

Lando shakes his head.

“No, no it’s fine. It was uh… it was really hot actually.”

Oscar’s smile turns sharp.

“Yeah? You like seeing me and Carlos together?”

Lando huffs. Carlos is still watching Oscar.

“Why d’you think I suggested this? The angry sexual tension thing you two do kind of does it for me.”

Oscar’s eyebrows go up like he’d never considered this. His gaze flicks over Lando’s face, considering. Lando can feel his cheeks heat in response to being examined in that way that Oscar does. Carlos tracks the movement of Oscar’s mouth. Eventually Oscar speaks.

“Well. You just lie there and look pretty then, if you want.” Oscar looks back at Carlos, his cool gaze meeting Carlos’s blazing one. “I’m sure Chili and I can entertain ourselves.”

Carlos frowns at the nickname and Lando knows it’s exactly the response Oscar wanted. Oscar plants a painfully tender kiss on Lando’s forehead and leans down to whisper in his ear.

“Be good and watch me ruin him.”

Lando moans embarrassingly loudly again. He nods so aggressively he thinks he might give himself a headache.

Oscar turns back to Carlos.