Harry couldn't have kept Eric from pushing him down into the seat if he'd wanted to, so he didn't even try. He went back willingly, wriggling until his shoulders were against the door and Eric's weight was pushing him down into the seat. His hands pressed against Eric's back as he kissed him. When he let his head fall back so he could drag in a breath, he groaned. He rubbed his hand up and down Eric's spine. "Phone," he reminded him numbly, not eager for Eric to move away despite the fact that they were in the front seat of the car in a store parking lot.
John walked until Pam was pressed between him and the desk, grinding down against her with every hard kiss. His teeth pressed against her skin, teasing his way down her neck to her shoulder.