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"Verso… Merde…"
"Verso."
"Hmm?"
Verso hadn't heard him the first time; he was too busy sucking bruises onto Gustave's neck. He kissed his way up Gustave's face until his lips brushed against his ear. "What's wrong?" He whispered.
Gustave shuddered as one of Verso's hands crept up his side. "Maybe we should wait until we're home first, we-" He gasped as Verso's hand reaches his chest and squeezes his pec, dragging his thumb over his nipple through his shirt."Stop that," he muttered. "We're in public."
"You're the one who pulled over."
"I know, but-"
"But what?"
It's true, Gustave did pull over. But it's not like he originally intended for them to have sex in the backseat of their car in an empty parking lot. They had just come back from one of Gustave's work "parties", boring enough that he had to drag Verso along with him just to get through it. Gustave was planning the rest of their night on the drive home; cook a quick meal, maybe cozying up together while watching a movie.
Until Verso decided to run his hand along the inside of his thigh and gave him a look that made him feel like he was being undressed by his eyes. Gustave was forced to pull over just so he didn't crash into a sign from Verso's touches.
Verso noticed the slight hesitance in Gustave's voice and pulled back slightly, enough to put some distance between them but still close enough so that Gustave can still feel his warm breath on his skin. "Listen," he began. "Would you rather wait twenty more minutes to drive home or…" Verso brought Gustave's hand to his mouth and placed kisses on his palm and down his wrist. "We could live a little dangerously?"
Gustave huffed out a laugh. "This is what you call a 'little dangerous?'"
"Well, it's an empty parking lot." He reasoned.
"Anyone could drive past."
Verso ignored him and continued placing kisses on his arm.
Gustave shivered from the contact. "I know what you're trying to do."
"Is it working?"
"…" Gustave tugged on Verso's shirt as if he wanted to pull it off.
Verso smirked a little and closed the distance between them again. "Just tell me to stop." He murmured against his skin.
Gustave shook his head. "Don't."
Verso's smirk grew wider. He slipped his arm around his waist to pull him closer. He ran his nose along Gustave's neck, inhaling his while his free hand travelled downward to cup his crotch, rubbing his thumb back and forth. "Just tell me what you want, mon amour, and I'll give it to you."
"I want you." Gustave pleaded in an incredibly wanton way that made Verso's cock twitch in his pants.
"You have me now," he chuckled. "Be specific."
Gustave whined in response.
"Alright, alright…" Verso cupped his face and brushed his lips against Gustave's. "How about this."
Verso grabs his thigh and pulls it over his lap so Gustave is straddling him in the cramped space of their car.
He grinded his hips upwards against Gustave's ass, letting him feel just how hard he was, leading Gustave to arch his back and grind back down on him.
"Verso…" He runs his hand up and down Verso's chest before pulling up on the hem of his shirt. Verso decides to be helpful and lifts his arms so Gustave can take his shirt off, his hands moving back down as soon as its off to pop open the buttons of Gustave's shirt, albeit painfully slow.
"Verso. You're doing this on purpose."
"Doing what?" Verso grins at him.
Gustave doesn't answer his question. "I want you to touch me."
"I can tell." He reaches down and squeezes his crotch again where he can feel his hard cock straining against his zipper.
Gustave tips his head back and lets out a soft, breathy moan as he grinds his clothed erection against Verso's hand. "Verso…" He pants. "Verso, please…"
"Hmm…" Verso pretends to think it over for a moment as his hand slides over his waist and onto Gustave's ass, pulling him closer so he can grind their hips together even harder.
"I'll give you what you want, mon préféré."
Instantly, they become a mess of limbs as clothes get torn from their bodies, Verso popping the rest of Gustave's shirt buttons and throwing it away from him into the passenger seat before working on his own pants, opening his belt and shoving them down along with his boxers far enough enough to free his cock.
As soon as they're down, Verso works on Gustave's pants, pushing them down his thighs. He gives each cheek a light smack before grabbing them and pulling Gustave back against him so Verso can grind their hard lengths together.
He lifts one of his hands to Gustave's mouth and parts his lips, sliding his middle and ring finger into his hot, wet mouth. Gustave groans around them, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on them like he would Verso's cock. "Mmph, Verso," he moans around his fingers. He pulls back, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting his lips to Verso's fingers before he gives the tips of his fingers soft, gentle licks and suckles on them to get them even wetter.
Verso watches him in a daze through hooded eyes, letting Gustave have his way with his fingers. He can feel his cock leaking against Gustave's from the sight alone.
Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of Gustave's mouth, relishing in the whine he lets out. He stares at his fingers for a moment, shining with Gustave's saliva then trails them down his chest, rubbing one of his nipples until it's wet with his own spit before moving down and grabbing their cocks together.
They moan in unison as Verso strokes them together, rubbing his thumb over both their slits. Gustave thrusts his hips against Verso's, his mechanical arm thrown over Verso's neck, the coolness of the metal against his skin a stark contrast to the heat of his body.
"Verso, putain, yes, Verso, need more…" Gustave's hips buck forward harder, chasing more friction.
"Hmm," Verso purrs into his ear. "I can do that."
His hand leave their joined cocks and move back to Gustave's ass. Verso runs squeezes his cheeks and spreads them apart, slipping his spit slicked fingers between them. Gustave's breathe hitches as he feels two fingers press against his hole, rubbing is slow circles without pressing any deeper. Verso's lips move back up to his neck, then up to his ear where he nibbles and sucks on his lobe. "You want my fingers here, hmm?" He starts sliding his fingers into his hole, scissoring them and pulling them out just to thrust them back in again.
"Verso, yes. Merde-" He nuzzles his face into the crook of his neck, moaning and whimpering while rocking his hips back to meet the thrust of Verso's fingers. "So- Putain, so good, more, need you, more of you," Gustave babbles into his neck, trying to touch Verso's body any way he can.
Verso grunts, thrusting his fingers even harder and faster than before. "What do you want me to do?" He whispered. "Do you want me to fuck you against the driver's seat?" He nodded behind Gustave. "Or do you want to ride me like this?" Verso whispered into his ear before tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue.
Gustave nodded.
"Gustave…" he chided. "Tell me which."
"Mmph, I want to ride you… facing away…"
Verso raised his eyebrow. "Am I that hard to look at?"
Gustave's head lifts up almost immediately when he hears his boyfriend say that.
"No… no, no, no," he shakes his head. "That's not what I meant…" he murmurs, pushing his head back into Verso's neck.
"Don't worry." Verso petted his hair. "I'm only teasing."
Gustave grumbles but that quickly turns into a gasp as Verso placed both hands on his waist, giving them a loving squeeze before he turns Gustave around and pulls him back on his lap.
He's quick to drag his hands up to his chest, pinching both of his nipples between his thumb and index finger, twisting and pulling into he can feel them harden into stiff peaks.
Gustave gasps and his head lolls back until it hits Verso's shoulder. Verso takes advantage of his exposed neck and latches his lips onto his soft skin. Gustave arches his back, pushing his chest into his hands, his head dizzying from just how hard Verso is making him.
Verso's hand give his nipples another tug before he switches to using his thumbs to rub slow circles right on the tip of his buds, occasionally giving them a flick.
"Oh, Verso, putain, putain." Gustave pants, his own hand trailing down to wrap around himself, rubbing at his tip as to spread pre-cum around with his thumb.
Verso stares down at his hands, giving his nipples one last flick before letting go, grabbing Gustave's thighs to spread them wider.
"So pretty," he purred. "You're going to ride me now, yes?"
Gustave nods.
"Good."
Verso helps lift his hips and lines himself up with his hole. Gustave braces his hands on Verso's thighs and slowly lowers himself onto Verso's length, moaning loudly as he does. His head falls back again and his eyes close in pure bliss at the feeling of being so full of his lover.
Verso's hands slides all over his torso, kissing the his neck and back as Gustave begins to lift himself off his cock and lower himself down again, each arm now braced on the seats in front of him as he rocks his hips in a way that makes Verso's head spin.
"Ah- Verso, merde. So good." Gustave's speed picks up, bouncing on Verso's lap trying to chase release. One of Verso's hand slides up his arm to where his hand is gripping the driver's seat and covers it with his own, entwining their fingers together, squeezing tight.
Gustave's moans grow louder as he feels Verso's free hand reach around to his leaking cock, wrapping around it and stroking it quickly. "Verso, mmph, close," his breathing heavy and strained, but he doesn't slow down. If anything he speeds up.
"I know, chéri." Verso whispers. His hand keeps his grip on his cock, stroking then twisting slightly once his hand reaches his head, spreading the pre-cum around his length to avoid friction.
He lets out another moan before Verso speaks again. "Will you cum for me now, Gustave?"
Gustave can't think straight enough to give him a proper answer before he slams himself back down on Verso's cock and throws his head back, quivering as he releases into Verso's hand. Verso quickly follows, pumping his hips up a few more times before filling Gustave up.
His hips stutter until Gustave stops moving, leaning back against Verso's chest. Verso grabs his shirt, using it to wipe Gustave's spend off his fingers before cradling him in his arms, placing soft kisses on his neck again. Gustave reaches back to stroke Verso's cheek with the tips of his fingers.
"You came quickly, Gus."
"Shhhhhuut up." He mumbles.
Verso snorts. He pulls himself out of Gustave slowly, smirking as Gustave moans softly. He wipes away any remaining mess left by their copulation. Then, he turns Gustave back around, tucking his head under his chin.
"You were so good for me, weren't you? So loud…" Verso murmurs into his hair. "Let me take you home now, mon chéri." He coos.
Gustave just nods.