tw: exhibitionism, semi-public sex
I mean, it was Zayne’s fault really.
The sun has begun to set, and the park is completely empty. Your head is still in Zayne’s lap, admiring the peacefulness of silence and the absence of people.
Huh.
“Hi.” You smile, sitting up and leaning in close to him. Your nose brushes his, and he smiles a little at the touch.
“Hello.” He responds, only a little puzzled. He doesn’t question in when you straddle him, the fabric of your dress covering you both. Understanding dawns on his face when you rock your hips against his, and he halts your motions quickly.
“We’re in public.” He warns, but he glances around anyways. Not only is there nobody, the tree he sits against obscures the two of you from view of the path.
“Oh cmon Zayne. Be a little adventurous.” You murmur against his lips, feeling his excitement growing against the crotch of your underwear.
“We-we can’t.” His ears have gone bright red, but his grip loosens. You take the opportunity to reach down and undo his pants, slipping his cock out and pulling your panties aside to sink down on it.
You hide your face in his shoulder as you work your way down his impressive length, nearly tearing a hole in the fabric of his shirt with your nails. You sigh when you’re fully seated and Zayne does the same.
“Well, I suppose we should finish what you started.”
