warblerhclarington:
“You said less clothes,” Hunter said, his other hand wrapping around Sebastian, steading him, while the one in his pants stroked slowly, steadily. “I mean right now, right here, what do you want. Do you want me just to tease you? Do you want to cum?” He leaned up and kissed under Sebastian’s jaw. “As for wanting me, yes, I know that. I want you too asshole. Just as much. That’s why we’re here doing this.”
Hunter leaned back against the seat and began to speed up his strokes of Sebastian’s cock. “But you’ve…. you’ve got me. And that’s not something I normally …give… anyone. You’ve got me for as long as you want me. I’ve been trying to tell you that, show you that.” He looked around the car, knowing that if he was going to finish Sebastian off he’d need something to help not make the side of Sebastian’s shorts a sticky mess. “Do you have napkins, or tissue in here…”
Sebastian felt his body tremble, he couldn’t keep his eyes open. His breathing was now ragged, his fingers digging in to the side of the car’s interior. Hunter just kept talking but he couldn’t concentrate, it was all muffled, like all he could hear was the blood pumping through his veins and the rampant beating of his heart. “Stop…” Bas breathed, or attempted to, his head tipping back. “…talking,” he demanded through a groan, his hand gripping tighter onto Hunter’s wrist.
But here, this, now? Was that really what he wanted? It was like the part in Titanic, except less steamy.
“Fuck…” And with the pressure of Hunter’s hand, Sebastian was going to wither into nothing real soon if Hunter kept it up. Words of French slipped under his tongue in a harsh whisper as he released Hunter’s wrist and fell forward just a bit, his hand pressing against the top of the seat. “Don’t know,” he growled. “This isn’t my car.”
His hips moved in rhythm of Hunter’s hand before he grabbed his wrist again.