NSFW trash bc I'm Trash by: Thursdays

Part 15: I'm your vehicle, baby

Summary:

Bodyguard!KRS x Politician!Alver in a Modern AU, having filthy, raunchy sex in a car.

Rok Soo slid his thumbs into the waistband of Alver's slacks and began to pull down. As he did, he gulped, feeling a subtle texture that he had not expected.

Underneath the formal suit, Alver was wearing lace underwear that left little to the imagination and thigh garters that held up sheer black stockings.

Rok Soo dragged his finger down the thin nylon stockings, from the soft inner thigh and down to Alver's knee.

"Imagine what the media would say if they could see you like this," Rok Soo said, his voice sounding gravelly with arousal. He pushed Alver's knee up for a better view, spreading Alver's legs on the cushioned seats. "Presidential candidate Alver Crossman, media darling, secretly a cockslut. Wearing these pretty garters all through his interview."

Notes:For : novaranthine

Requested by novaranthine, who has exquisite taste (bottom!Alver supremacy ^^). Thank you for the fun prompt!

The title is a lyric from "Vehicle" by Ides of March.

It was a Friday night, and the hour was so late that only one car remained in the parking lot. The car was a slick, black sedan with tinted windows, and it rocked back and forth like a ship upon the waves.

In the backseat of the car were two men, though neither of them was sitting. Alver Crossman, a young up-and-coming politician, was lying flat on his back while his bodyguard Kim Rok Soo began to peel away Alver's dress jacket and shirt. The jacket was soon tossed carelessly to the floor of the car, but the shirt proved to be more of a challenge as Alver frantically tried to touch and kiss every inch of Rok Soo that he could reach.

"Did I do well?" Alver asked coyly.

His slender fingers hooked around Rok Soo's black tie, pulling it loose.

"I told you, Alver, I'm not your analyst."

"Then tell me as my lover," Alver said. His lips tilted up as the tie finally came off. "Come on, tell me. Did I?"

Rok Soo, whose efforts to strip Alver had been frustrated by Alver's clever hands, grabbed Alver's wrists and held them above Alver's head.

"In my humble, non-professional opinion," Rok Soo said, "you killed it."

He pulled out a pair of chained handcuffs from the pouch on his belt and clipped them shut around Alver's wrists. Then, moving swiftly, he threaded the seatbelt through Alver's arms to lock him in place.

Alver gasped quietly in surprise, then looked at Rok Soo with half-lidded eyes.

"We're doing this here?" he said, his tone unmistakably excited.

Instead of answering, Rok Soo stole another sloppy kiss from Alver.

Rok Soo slid his thumbs into the waistband of Alver's slacks and began to pull down. As he did, he gulped, feeling a subtle texture that he had not expected.

Underneath the formal suit, Alver was wearing lace underwear that left little to the imagination and thigh garters that held up sheer black stockings.

Alver's thighs were thick with muscle, and his calves were toned like a work of art. The lace panties were barely holding back Alver's erection, which strained against the delicate fabric.

Rok Soo dragged his finger down the thin nylon stockings, from the soft inner thigh and down to Alver's knee.

"Imagine what the media would say if they could see you like this," Rok Soo said, his voice sounding gravelly with arousal. He pushed Alver's knee up for a better view, spreading Alver's legs on the cushioned seats. "Presidential candidate Alver Crossman, media darling, secretly a cockslut. Wearing these pretty garters all through his interview."