IT'S MEANT TO BE [AO3]

IT'S MEANT TO BE [AO3]

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri | after the australian gp | mate bond, bunny!oscar + fox!lando, first time spending a heat/rut together, abo | 3,9k | papaya hybrids

He should be happy, right? Standing on the podium, winning back to back races should feel good. It’s a nice trophy - it's nice to be sprayed and know he was the one that came out on top. Instead there is a steady buzz under his skin, his eyes darting around to find that one person. Oscar, his Oscar. Lando knows something is wrong.  His Oscar, who was standing in the media pen, eyes glazed, ears on full display. Soft white ones flopped to the side in disappointment, the stark lighting still catching the copper in his hair. Lando kind of wants to scream anyone who dares to ask Oscar a question right now, not when he’s looking like this, sad, pathetic, and very wet. Squirming to get away at every opportunity. Leaning in, moving from side to side. His every sense honing in on one thing, but Lando still has obligations to fulfill. He can feel the burn at his gums, the feeling of his canines getting sharper with every second, pressing into his bottom lip. Lando probably never left a podium this fucking fast. Bolting down, tilting his chin because he is trying to find Oscar. The smell that is home to him. The mating bite is so fresh over his own scent glands that the skin is still itchy.