[ her words alone are enough to elicit anything but the desire to keep his eyes on the road. however, his eyes to flicker back. he isn't sure if it comes from a genuine want to listen to her request, their own survivability, or the fact that it seems the most interesting. he at least is quite proficient in pretending he's focused on the streets that pass them leisurely. he keeps in speed with the cars for now.

until he jerks the accelerator just a touch when he hears the sound of his zipper. he hasn't even felt her fingers yet, but he can feel himself twitch instinctively as if wholly anticipating for her touch; the same touch he should have gotten so intimately familiar with, and yet it affects him the same way every time. just like when she presses her hand to his chest to feel his heartbeats, he can feel the steady rise of his pulse, and of course he can feel the heat of not only her hands grasping his cock through the material of his briefs, but within his own body. his fingers on her hand loosen, letting her take full rein.

the start of what should have been his words get hitched in the back of this throat momentarily, before he releases the same deep, velvety sort of laugh. something he only seems to share with her. ]

Oh? So am I your toy for today? [ there's no sign of offense in his voice, however. it's clear he's pleased with her words. ] I can handle it, but can you handle what will happen once we get home?

[ wasn't that just how they were. taking and giving from each other when they pleased. using one another. living in their primal urges and everything else in between. he isn't sure if his excitement stems from all that's transpired in the past, or for what's to come, but his heart has never felt lighter. his cock on the other hand... 🤷‍♂️ ]