As much as Legault acts like someone who’s been around the block a few times, this is still something new to him. It’s a little silly, maybe—as much fun as being fucked into the car is going to be for him, it’s almost like he’s trying to impress Sol with this idea. It’s a bit more...masculine than his normal ideas. Cars. Beer. Grand theft auto. ...Well, he’s still conveniently leaving that last part out.

He almost wishes he’d turned the car on, but there’s something appealing about just the raw heat of their bodies trapped in this small space, too. There won’t be anything in their worlds except each other, and he’s already feeling that. He can feel Sol slowly pressing himself inside, can’t see anything past him, certainly can’t smell anything than their scents and that of the lube.

It’s the slowness that makes him tilt his head back and attempt to stifle a moan. He’s used to him moving a bit faster than this. He can already tell this is a great idea.