He leaned in and rubbed his nose against Emil’s before pressing their lips together in a soft, chaste kiss that pinned him to the seat, as if he was an insect immobilized with a pin for Emil’s pleasure. “As long as you’re here.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Emil said between one kiss and another, sliding his hands down the sides of Adam’s body. They hadn’t done much sexually and had kept to touching, kissing, and watching each other jerk off as the ultimate pleasure, because that was the restriction Adam had put on their relationship. But he hadn’t expected that this shift in focus would mean he’d get to know every inch of Emil’s body, and that he’d be touched in unexpected places like in the armpits, or on his feet.
And he loved it. He wanted Emil to leave his scent everywhere, he wanted to mark him in return, until there was only one them. And he was desperate for it. “Take it off,” he asked, pushing at Emil’s open jacket. As soon as Emil rose off him, Adam yanked at his own top, briefly getting it stuck on his face.
Emil was just as eager to pull off his clothes and his chest was a marvel once uncovered. His pecs, his biceps and wide shoulders were stunning, but the overwhelming emotion in Adam’s heart was about how close he felt to this man, and how much he’d do to make him happy.
Emil chuckled. “Not afraid someone will drive into the woods in the middle of a storm just to find us?”
Adam shook his head. “Fuck them. Besides, nobody’s coming. It’s you, and me, and the crows,” he said when something scratched at the roof above. “You and me,” he repeated, his gaze trailing the tempting line of Emil’s throat. Dark hair cascaded down the shoulders, leaving Emil’s neck exposed, and Adam let temptation take hold as he leaned in, rubbing his face over the warm skin.
Emil didn’t answer, instead letting his hands talk for him. They traversed the dips and peaks of Adam’s flesh, counted every rib with soft fingertips, making Adam shiver and curl his toes from the tenderness of that touch. Not that tenderness would be all that was on offer, because Emil’s erection was already pressing against his own, both still trapped in jeans.
This was the moment when Adam would pull away, so each of them could take care of their own business, but this time he slid his hand down Emil’s chest with a sense of purpose. The nipple ring was warm against his palm, and he rolled it along with Emil’s flesh, acutely aware of the way Emil’s breath trembled in response. His eyes locked with Emil’s when he cupped him through denim, and though unease scratched at the back of his head, he knew his touch, however unskilled, would be appreciated.
Emil purred against Adam’s cheek like a wild beast. Adam’s, even if not tamed. “This feels so good,” he whispered and kissed along Adam’s jaw, all the way to his ear, until Adam arched his back off the seat, catching air in desperation.
He slid his free hand to Emil’s back, squeezing his flesh as he pulled on his belt, trying to open it in a hurry. “Yes. It does,” he said, shivering with the excitement of that hard length rubbing against his wrist.
He’d made his choice and had no doubt Emil would gladly follow. After all, if they’d agreed that touching each other was okay, what difference did it make if he touched Emil’s thigh, or his cock? It shouldn’t matter. All of Emil’s flesh was equally addictive.
The boldness of Adam’s touch was Emil’s cue. He pulled on Adam’s ear with his teeth as he opened his zipper. Just the sound of it was enough to set Adam’s body on fire, a beautiful metallic buzz he could physically feel gliding down his back.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said, kissing Emil’s neck, and as soon as the pants were open, he pushed his hand in, trembling at the impossible heat trapped there.
Emil groaned and mirrored Adam’s gesture, sliding his long fingers into the heat of Adam’s jeans. “You always do.”
Adam didn’t know what to focus on anymore, overwhelmed by sensations of touching and being touched. He captured Emil’s gaze, breathless as he rubbed his thumb against the smooth head before slowly pumping the cock, and the way the handsome features above twitched was worth more than all the other pleasures in the world combined. He was enchanted, and completely dedicated to his lover’s pleasure.
This felt different to the many times they had jerked themselves off while watching one another, and there would be no turning back from it. He craved to be the one who brought Emil to the edge of orgasm, the cause of Emil’s lust, and the only person who mattered to him.
Emil surprised him when he moved his hips, dragging his cock back and forth through Adam’s fist in a motion reminiscent of that one time when Emil fucked him. There was no reason or logic to Adam’s need, but he wanted to fuck Emil too. He bucked his hips, staring into the endless depths of Emil’s eyes as they moved together, filling the car with their soft grunts.
His body was heating up embarrassingly fast, but what Emil made him feel was too perfect to let it stop him as he rolled his body, desperate to keep this man’s attention forever.
Emil gasped in surprise, but grinned right after. “Do it again,” he whispered, fucking Adam’s hand faster, and squeezing his cock at the same time. “I want to feel your cum dripping down my fingers.”
It was as if Emil had somehow reached inside Adam and caressed the pleasure centers in his brain. Desire washed through Adam’s body like a warm explosion, and released between Emil’s fingers, just like he’d been asked. He uttered a loud moan, soon stifled by Emil’s mouth, and as Emil moved faster, rocking his hips against Adam’s hand, it only felt natural for Adam to wrap his legs around them.
“On me. Please,” he begged, squeezing his fingers around the throbbing cock.
He didn’t have to ask twice. His words worked like a charm, and Emil drowned him in a kiss as the heat of his spunk shot over Adam’s belly, and all the way to his chest. And he’d been the one to do it, the one to make Emil come so fast and hard. In that moment it felt as if he was orgasming all over again, deep in his head, but it was no less real than the first time. Without thinking, he grabbed Emil’s hand and pulled it up his stomach, through their sperm, and arched off the seat for another kiss, this one deep, thorough, and led by him.
They became one with the tapping rain as they took their time making out like two teenagers, hungry for each other even after satisfying their lust.
Eventually, they settled into petting each other lazily, and Emil rested his weight on Adam as he relaxed.
“I loved that,” he whispered with his head on Adam’s shoulder, eyes closed, as if his mind still lingered on their moment of passion.
Adam had no idea how one man could be this stunning. But he loved what they’d just done too. And somewhere deep, beyond all the barriers that kept his mind safe but which felt so translucent now, he knew he also loved Emil. That he’d do anything for him.
“Our own Titanic moment,” Adam said and reached up, tracing his fingers over the steamed-up glass above.
Emil chuckled. “Only question is which one of us gets to survive?”
Adam snorted, feeling perfectly content with the sticky mess on his stomach as long as Emil kept holding him with arms that felt safer those of the Church. Safer than anything that was holy. “There was obviously space for two on that door.”