Beware The Curse Of Yo

8. Illegally Seductive

Saint wondered why Win was so fidgety. After all, they were just going to see Kasem and Narissa. Why was he so nervous? Or was he upset about something? Saint didn't remember doing anything to make Win irritated but...he often didn't remember doing stupid things. And his friends liked to refresh his memory. A lot.

"Let's make a stop real quick."

"Okay," Saint responded. "Where do you want to stop?"

Win was looking out the window. "How about that park there?"

Saint blinked at Win in bewilderment. Park? Why a park? There's no one there right now... He pulled off into the park anyway, humoring his boyfriend. "Now what?"

Instead of a verbal answer, Win undid his seat belt and crawled over the center console of the car to straddle Saint's lap, kissing him passionately. Saint eagerly returned it. He still wasn't sure about what Win had in mind, but if he wanted to makeout, who was Saint to refuse?

"Did you forget that tube in the dash again?"

"M-maybe..." Saint could hardly register Win's words. His boyfriend's devilish lips were distracting him too much. He yelped when hands yanked at his belt, unbuckling it and undoing his jeans in record time. "Win! What-here??"

Win just smiled at him and reached over to open the dash and pull out the small tube of lube. "Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?"

Saint looked down at himself, confused as to how a regular t-shirt and jeans were considered hot?? "Uh-"

"Whatever made you wear such a tight shirt, I'm grateful," Win took his boyfriend in hand, smirking at the soft moan that fell from Saint's mouth. "Allows me to look at you without the problem of public indecency."

"And what do you call this, exactly?" Saint groaned out. He couldn't decide whether to halt Win's hand or let him keep going.

Win chuckled softly, leaning in to nose along Saint's jaw, pressing small, sucking kisses all over the skin. "I call it seducing my oblivious boyfriend. Can't you tell?" He squeaked in alarm when he found himself being manhandled into the backseat. He lay on his back under Saint, smiling coyly up at a flush-faced, panting Saint. "Oh, was I bothering you?"

Saint's eyes darkened drastically, causing a spike of arousal to take Win's breath away. "Yes," Saint said in a rough voice. Then slowly stripped Win out of his clothes, snatching the lube from his boyfriend's tempting fingers and carefully pressing one slick finger inside.

Win gave a gentle sigh, letting his head fall to the side. He spread his legs as much as the car would allow him to give Saint more room. Finally. He brokenly moaned when Saint curled his finger upwards.

"You like that?" Saint purred in Win's ear. He nibbled and kissed his way from Win's ear down his neck, sucking hard at his rapidly throbbing pulse to leave a mark. Another finger slid inside next to the first, scissoring to stretch Win. "You like it when I wreck you? Make you a crying, moaning mess with just my fingers? Tease you into begging for my cock?"