Re: [Outside the Rec Center.]
It took, like, five minutes for Holly to not need the jacket anymore, because Noah was running his mouth about ass-eating, having taken up the baton that Holly had deliberately dropped, and then Holly was feeling really warm again. He hadn't expected Noah to experience any shame or anything. Noah was absolutely willing to say all kinds of filthy stuff, and Holly suspected his words just didn't make any kinda pit stop in the part of his head that was puritanical. Maybe Noah just didn't have a puritanical bone in his body? Anyway, when Holly had started the whole cam thing, he'd been super weird about using language. These days? Bring it, and, yeah, warmth. He watched Noah's lips move, and snatches of reminiscence flickered in and out of his conscious thought. He knew Noah's lips. He knew how Noah's lips looked when they said the absolute worst things, and, yeah, the car, right. His own dark gaze lifted to meet Noah's. "Right. I want to know how you're getting to my cock after having your tongue up my ass. Logistics, baby, give them to me, so I can paint myself of a picture of what you'll be doing." Holly's imagination was great. "Am I on my stomach? Tell me."
But, yeah, branding. It bubbled up, the thought unbidden, and Holly was still figuring out what he liked. He toothed his lower lip and felt the ache there, you know, after Noah had crushed it with his own teeth... and, then, with his mouth. Holly kissed back, as previously stated, a real kiss that savored of surrender, and his fingertips tugged on any hair he could get to. He wanted to be in bed. That was what he kept thinking, that he wanted to touch and look, and he didn't allow himself to think about wall re-erecting and later ensuing panic.
Nope, because Noah was sitting in the car now, and Holly made him clarify. And, yeah, Noah's cock looked impressive in that tight black. But, let's just be objectively honest here? Noah's cock always looked good. But it was the pet name, that baby boy thing, that actually earned Noah his win. "I'm way too tall to get on you like that," Holly said, unaware of Noah's thoughts and plans for slumping against the other door. He just gave the top of the door a deliberate glance, down again, and then he jutted his chin toward the other door. "Lie back. If you do that, I'll crawl on you." For all that it sounded deadpan, Holly's expression still managed to provide it some filth, and he reached up and ungripped Noah's hands from the collar of borrowed jacket. Was he thinking about someone driving by? Nope. Nope, not thinking about that all.
And, if, you know, Noah obliged? Holly reached up to grip the top of the Jeep's window, and then he did as promised. One knee between Noah's thighs, and the other knee trapped and pressed up against the back of the seat, he crawled atop Noah.