"i'm gonna cum, stop it!"
denzel hissed into destin's ear, who was conveniently giving him a lap dance on the leather seat of jermaine's whip. jermaine had left the two in his car while he exited to browse walmart for god-knows-what.
"cole was nice enough to give me a lift back to my place and i'm sure he wouldn't appreciate if i left spunk on his seats."
he paused to let out a long moan, destin knew many things and one of them was how to get denzel hard almost instantly.
"fuck, does cole even know we're together?" he grumbled, giving up on convincing destin not to carry on.
"probably not. wouldn't it be hot if he found out this way?" destin smirked and whipped back around before denzel could smack the grin off his face.
"fuuuck you nigga." he grimaced, being cut off by a spasm from his legs. "now stooooop, before i cum on the seats of a multi million car."
although denzel had asked oh-so politely for destin to stop, both he and destin knew that this was a sign to keep going.
"dumbass. are you really gonna cum already?" destin teased, pressing himself into his crotch area further.
denzel could do nothing but grind his teeth and give a death glare to the asshat currently seducing him.
"shit. i can see jermaine coming back." destin reported, immediately jumping off denzel's lap and fastening his seatbelt back on, being sure to brush over his cock as he did so. "now, can you wait until j drives you home?" he asked with a smirk.
"i fucking hate you, nigga."
jermaine opened the car door.
"everything okay? sorry for leaving you guys in the cold."
he luckily seemed oblivious to what had just gone down, but from denzel's heavy breaths and destin's shiteating grin, it couldn't take much to put two and two together. regardless, jermaine hummed and started up the car.
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his eyes are on the road, right? must have been destin's thought process. he slid over a seat to the middle and connected his phone to the aux. "ballin'" by roddy ricch and mustard filled the car up well enough with extra sound so he could continue with his plan.
"destin, what the fuck?" denzel whispered as he reached over and started rubbing the inside of his thighs. "he's right here!"
destin ignored him, running his hand down his crotch area.
"i like you. you don't know when to stop," denzel mumbled, finally loosening up. he let destin touch him wherever, all while keeping a close eye on jermaine.
he bit down on his lip, hard. destin's hand was somehow bringing him more pleasure here than any other stimulating experience he'd experienced in a long time.
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before he knew it, orgasm was crashing over his body and forcing him to take a large gasp of air in to continue functioning.
"fuck!" he gasped, immediately regretting it after saying it.
"denzel? are you okay?" jermaine glanced back at him with sharp eyes. "you're sweating..."
"i'm fine, fine, fine." he casually looked around the area. "this is where my place is, once again, thank you jermaine this was very kind of y—"
"you don't have to worry about being quiet."
