melt in your mouth kind of lovinā
Agron pushes his fingers into Nasirās hair, brushes it back from his face. Sweat is making it curl, sticking to his forehead and temples, stringy down his back. Heās panting hard, arms hooked over Agronās shoulders, lips bitten raw and eyes wild. Theyāve been at this for what feels like hours, windows fogged up and leather seats slick. Ā Agron canāt see the dashboard light from where heās stretched out across the backseat, arms wrapped tight around Nasirās body, but he doesnāt really fucking care. All that matters are Nasirās nails scratching at his chest, the passing headlights gleaming on his bronze skin.
āBaby,ā Agron growls, watches Nasirās eyes dilate in the light of a passing diesel. āCome on. Shit.ā
āI want it. Fuck me.ā Nasir snarls, hisses the words through his teeth. He slides his hands over Agronās throat, arches his back as much as he can and rolls his hips.
Agronās palms skid over Nasirās ribs, palm his ass and thrusts up. He canāt even remember what prompted this, a lingering look from stranger at the bar tonight. A careless phone number written on a damp napkin. It was one lingering look and suddenly Nasir was all hands, gripping and pushing, wanting to leave right now.
He doesnāt fucking care. Agron only has eyes for Nasir, can barely focus on anything else when heās in a room. It drives everyone crazy, but they donāt get to see this. The cosmic fucking way the two of them collide, all skin and sweat and the lingering taste of them. Agron wouldnāt trade anything for it.
āAgron!ā Nasir wails, clamping his hand down on the front seatās headrest, eyes rolling back in his head.
He shoots hard, abs flexing and thighs tight around Agronās hips. He barely gets a gasp in, a short inhale before Agronās turned them over, pinning Nasir down. He takes what he wants and keeps a hand around the back of Nasirās neck to keep him still. It protects him from slamming his head against the door, moaning as Agron fucks him through his aftershocks, after his body is still trembling with pleasure.
āYouāre mine.ā Nasir mumbles, face wet with tears and sweat.
āYeah, baby boy, Iām all yours. No one else can have me.ā Agron pants into Nasirās ear, bites hard on his neck to hear Nasir cry out again. āYouāre so good for me. So tight. Come on.ā
Nasir knows what Agron wants even if he doesnāt get a change to say the words. He loops his legs over Agronās ribs, squeezes him tight so his hole turns into a vice. It milks Agronās cock, forces him feverish and desperate as he thrusts into Nasir hard enough to make the car rock. It canāt last like this, too good, too fucking sweat with the way Nasir is panting Agronās name under his breath. When Agron comes it feels like a fucking tidal wave, hips slamming rough against Nasirās ass, his mouth smothering Nasirās wail.
The come down is slow. The leather seats are slick with sweat and lube and come, but they somehow manage to slide over, Agron sprawled out as much as he can be, Nasir resting on top of him, thighs still open with Agron nestled inside.
āWas all of this really because you got a little jealous at the bar?ā Agron teases gently, strokes his fingers down Nasirās spine.
āYou donāt see the way people look at you.ā Nasirās reply is muffled, half pressed to Agronās shoulder. āYou walk into a place and itās like face down, ass up starts playing.ā
āBaby,ā Agron laughs, craning his neck so he can see Nasirās face. āThatās not true.ā
āI saw a guy rub his dick when you leaned on the counter. It was like some fucking buffet.ā Nasir mutters, ghosting his fingers over Agronās pec.
āIām more of a one-man meal,ā Agron reassures, tilting Nasirās chin to kiss him. They make out for a while, slow and heavy, the car tucked far enough away from the main road to be safe. Itās been quiet for a while when Agron slowly raises Nasir up, watching his thighs trembling.
āWhat?ā Nasir asks, staring at Agronās wide grin.
āI just figured, since weāre stuck on the meal metaphor, I might as well get desert.ā Agron shrugs one shoulder, easing Nasir up his body.
āDesert?ā Nasir is too blissed out to catch on, staring dazedly down at Agron, eyes glasses. It doesnāt last as Agron pulls him the rest of the way, mouth between his legs. Nasir forgets why he was even upset in the first place.