Re: Exterior: a rest stop, desert [sexual content]
He dropped his head back against the door so that it made a hollow, tinny echo, unable to help how his toes curled inside of his checkered Vans. The boy pulled off, with a mouth that went slack and wide against the absence of the kiss that crashed against his own. "What makes you think that, huh?" The lick of a stranger's words meant so little, and the privacy of his tongue's insistent curl was just vulgar, and he didn't even mind. He arced under the flat of the man's tongue, raising both arms up and allowing his husk of a shirt to be peeled clean.
He groaned then, all set up under the slant of a stranger's mouth like that. "No, I just - " and then, a palming hand was slicking over the aching hardness of his cock, and the boy couldn't stand it. He'd shuddered as the man had teased against the length of him, smirking into vulnerability as he was shed of his shirt and left bare to the evening air. His torso was smooth and exposed, and those hands had found his own length, and he could hardly stand to shiver under a stranger's grasp. "Fuck, you feel good."
He obeyed, because he was good at obeying, and the stomp of his boots demanded something else of him. His eyes were blown wide, dark like the broad span of pupils fanned out. His hips cut a tremor in the right direction, shivering, stepping out of the shield that made him.
"Oh my god," the words and the breath came out rough, and he was a mess under the slide of his thumb's stroke, eyes rolling back in his head. A mess and a half, cheeks flushed as his lips were hard and red. He shimmied out of the clutch of clothing and painted himself liable. "How... how do you want me?"