Bad Habit

twenty eight

Nothing had ever felt like kissing Finny did, and Moss was sorely reminded of that fact when his friend slammed their lips together in haste. He was teleported back to the moment in Finny's room; it was just the two of them, sharing each other's bodies, sharing each other's warmth. They were being honest without even speaking and showing the other pure bliss. Moss sank deep into himself when he kissed Finny and disregarded nearly everything else. He was no longer self conscious; he didn't worry about anyone seeing them or judging. He was lost in Finny in the best way and it felt so good.

Finny had no qualms about kissing a guy in public, and so kissing Moss was no different. He dove in head first, spinning Moss around and slamming him up against the short car, heaving him up a bit in a sensual way. Moss moaned softly at the action and leaned his neck backwards, allowing Finny to crane his own to keep kissing Moss. Subsequently, Finny's body pushed harder against Moss', creating a strong friction between the two. Finny let his hand trail down Moss' side until it found a belt loop on his skinny, black jeans. Finny wrapped his finger around it and pulled Moss' hips further into his, a bold move. Moss gasped in response mid-kiss, which made the hair on Finny's arms stand up.

As titillating and thrilling as kissing Moss in public was, Finny knew that as things progressed, there was no way they could be so out in the open. Especially since Finny was rearing to go. With that in mind, he reached behind Moss and took hold of the backseat door handle, ripping it open with force. He and Moss stumbled out of the way as the door opened, giving Finny the opportunity to spin Moss around and shove him down into the low car. And soon after that, Finny crawled in on top of Moss who was laying on his back, propped up on his shoulders, and closed the door behind them.

Thank fuck for tinted windows, was all Finny could think.

He was especially thankful as he moved his hips slowly against Moss', eliciting a series of short, hot breaths from his friend. Finny paused his movements and went back to take Moss' lips once more, diving right back into the deep kiss they shared moments prior. Gripping the back of his neck, Finny handled Moss roughly, as opposed to how gently he treated him back in his room. But Moss didn't seem to mind the change in demeanor, he welcomed it.

When Finny tore his fingers viciously through Moss' hair, Moss graciously whimpered, breaking away for a breath and to mutter, "fuck yes." Finny responded by planting a smiley kiss on Moss' cheek before going back for his lips. They continued kissing passionately like that, Finny on top, brushing their hips together rhythmically for a good amount of time. Moss squeezed his eyes tight and lifted his leg just a bit so that it would fit in-between Finny's. This instantly had Finny panting and crying out as he broke their love-locked kiss to throw his head back in pleasure. Moss watched his face as he did so, feeling the pit of his stomach start to tingle with fairy-like feelings.

"Jesus," Finny moaned, leaning back down to Moss' level, dipping his head in such a way that he could leave kisses all over his neck. "I could kiss you— forever." Moss hummed softly and lifted his hand to take hold of Finny's neck. He held it tight and let his fingers roam up into the hair on the back of Finny's head, entangling them in it just enough. With his free hand, he began inching up Finny's shirt, feeling the skin underneath his fingertips give him goosebumps. He settled on holding onto Finny's low back, liking how it felt when his friend moved his hips up and down.

With ease, Finny made a split decision to sit up and onto Moss in order to pull his own shirt over his head hastily. Moss started with eager eyes, finally getting another glimpse of Finny's body that he adored so much. But he wasn't allowed much admiration because Finny didn't hesitate to swoop back down and pick things up again. And so they were back where they were, just, Finny was a little more out there, and Moss was living for it.