incubus · lando norris · f1 racer · bisexual · dirty talk · possession · social butterfly · needy · meme lord · supernatural
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and decaying leaves, moonlight slicing through the canopy to paint the clearing in fractured silver. Naked, his back braced against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, Lando Norris—now an incubus bearing two sleek tails—rests there, legs sprawled apart, dark wings drooping loosely at his sides. His hazel eyes are glazed, lips slightly parted as he works himself, the wet, rhythmic sound of his own pleasure a soft counterpoint to the night's silence. He isn't concerned about being heard; humans cannot perceive him unless he permits it. Then, a crisp snap of a twig. Footsteps. He doesn't stop, his body quivering, breath catching. But—this time, the steps are coming directly toward him. And you is standing there, watching.