Pyro’s eyes were dark, but this time it wasn’t cocaine that made his pupils dilate. He gave a short laugh and freed his dick, pulling Clover’s hand to it. Already hard, it felt so good Clover wished to just hold on to it, letting this moment last for eternity. “Tank would disapprove of such mess in his car.”
“Fuck Tank. He’s no fun,” Pyro said but softened his words with playful, ticklish kisses to Clover’s ear. Balancing on one hand, he pulled on Clover’s pants and let out a frustrated growl when they refused to roll down without fiddling with the belt and zipper.
“He’s a pretty strict Daddy.” Clover snorted and stroked Pyro’s cock in awe of how ready it was. “Too bad he got himself a naughty boy. You’ve got such a great dick.” He arched his hips to help Pyro get the pants down. He wanted to be skin to skin, but this would have to do, because he couldn’t be undressing any further when they might get a call from Tank any second. His eyes rolled back when Pyro touched his cock, stroking it at such a languid pace his whole body began to tremble in anticipation. He glanced at the crescent moon above, but then all his attention focused on his lover, who braced above him, eyes serious.
“Make it wet.”
Clover’s cheeks pulsed with heat, and it was impossible to think about anything other than the pulsing meat in his grip. He spat into his hand and spread the saliva over the length. When he attempted to spread his legs, Pyro grinned and held them together.
“I’ll be fucking you right here,” he said, pressing two fingers between Clover’s thighs, sending a flood of arousal up to Clover’s balls. Clover’s cock twitched, and he added more spit for Pyro’s cock, desperate to feel him on top.
“You ever done it like that?” Pyro whispered, his gaze never leaving Clover’s in the dark.
Clover shook his head. “This is something you like?”
“Only way Boar lets me fuck him, so it’s a real turn-on.” Pyro smirked, but Clover didn’t laugh, instead absorbing this secret straight into his heart.
Pyro leaned over him, his breath uneven, and, with the new knowledge he had, when the damp cockhead touched Clover’s thighs, it sent a jolt of electricity all the way to his ass. He’d been let in on something so private he hadn’t found out despite living and sleeping with those guys for over a year.
When Pyro grabbed his cock, positioning it at the thigh gap, Clover’s brain stilled, but when the stiff length pushed in, parting his flesh, keeping still was impossible.
Above him, Pyro shut his eyes, grunting, but by the time his cock pushed against Clover’s taint, triggering an explosion of yet unknown sensation, Clover grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss.
Pyro rested his weight on top, trapping Clover’s cock between their stomachs. Even the stubble of hair on the skin had Clover moaning, but when Pyro started moving, Clover deepened the kiss and squeezed his thighs on the cock sliding in and out at a growing pace. He ran his hands up and down Pyro’s sides, marveling at the strength tightly packed into his man’s muscles as his body throbbed with excitement.
So maybe Clover had been a mess for months under the organized facade, but right now, him and Pyro could be messy together after showing each other the sides of themselves that wouldn’t otherwise see the light of day. In the darkness, at the back of a dirty pickup, they saw each other clearly for once.
Their sex wouldn’t have been a graceful sight to an outsider, with limbs scrambling, bodies having to compensate for the discomfort of the hard truck bed that smelled of motor oil, but in the moment, the closeness was everything that mattered. Weirdly sweet despite the hurry of their bodies clashing, despite the growing burn between his thighs, it was a connection he’d never felt with Pyro before, no matter how many times they’d fucked.
Pyro moaned, his hips slapping against Clover’s thighs fast, and when he started coming, hot spunk shot between Clover’s legs, soothing the friction burns. Clover held on to Pyro, rocking against him both for his own pleasure and to milk Pyro’s cock dry. The delightful rubbing against his balls only urged Clover’s own excitement, and he didn’t even need to ask Pyro to give him a hand.
Pyro reached between their bodies and grabbed Clover’s cock. Clover had been on the verge of orgasm, but the few hard strokes pushed him over the edge, and he held on to Pyro’s arms, moaning and digging his nails into skin.
“Love your… come face,” Pyro rasped, still barely able to breathe himself. His skin was flushed, but his gaze remained fixed on Clover, still hyper-aware of the connection they forged. “So filthy… but so pretty.”