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[firesealed]

Who: Sol Badguy (firesealed) and Legault (thismustbelove)
Universe: established relationship-ish AU
What: foot fetish

It had been a long day, but that didn't really bother Sol any, since he'd had longer, and for all his usual laziness, he didn't have the same limits that an ordinary person might.

He looked the perfect picture of ease at the moment, relaxed in a chair in the corner. Every once in a while the bartender appeared to ask an order, and Sol ordered another beer or another shot, but he was waiting for someone, and not going anywhere until he showed.

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[firesealed]

Ah, but if Sol ever needs to tie someone up, at least he's got the sufficient tools on hand for that. Not that the belts serve much of a purpose beyond that -- and not a purpose he uses often in that way, and even less often in a kinky way, more's the pity. But Sol won't hold that grope against Legault if the man doesn't hold Sol's clothing against him.

Sol maintains that he's the expert in taking off his own clothing, that it's not nearly so much of a hassle as some others seem to think, but right now he finds being the expert less comforting than it usually is. Still, he's happy to make up for the gaps, and to focus on Legault's own, on being able to do this sort of squirming and mindless moving with their bodies naked against each other.

[thismustbelove]

There’s never been any doubt in Legault’s mind that those belts could be useful one day. He’s likely mentioned it more than once, and at least once at a completely inappropriate time, such as while they’re seated at a table before they head out to have sex. Right where someone can overhear him if he speaks just a little louder. He’ll convince him to use them one of these days.

They haven’t even started proper yet, and he’s already sweating from just the heat and the friction combined. He doesn’t speak much—only to say “a little to your left” or to give a short instruction so that they can finish faster, but once they’re both almost naked he figures Sol can figure it out and he can kick his own pants off. The car will be rocking soon, so he’d much rather focus on feeling Sol up while he still can, almost trying to distract him while he finishes by tracing his own long fingers over Sol’s nipples.

[firesealed]

Right now is hardly the appropriate -- or perhaps more importantly the easiest -- time for Sol to consider using those belts or doing anything other than taking them off but it seems like the simple animal act of what they will be doing will be sufficient to engage everything that either one of them might usually use to think anyway.

Sol's fingers touch Legault's cock, firm for while the touch lasts, before he's focusing on the other part of this preparation, what he's assuming will rapidly become more important. "Am I usin' anything?" he asks, with the expectation that Legault will very shortly be providing lube or lotion if that's what he wants himself prepared with. He's not feeling a hundred percent distracted at the moment.

[thismustbelove]

There has never been a time where they’ve had sex where Legault’s forgotten the lubricant. Ignoring how painful fucking would be without it (for both of them), Sol still isn’t someone he wants inside of him without plenty of it. There’s a rare grunt that serves as an answer, and he leans away from Sol so he can fish around the seat in front of him for something. He’s not entirely focused, so it takes him a few tries before there’s the sound of his hand hitting paper and him pulling the bag back.

“Just...hold on,” he mutters as he dumps the bag out, catching the lubricant before it hits the floor of the car. There’s other items in the bag—two cans of cheap beer and condoms. Sol is welcome to use them if he likes, but they’re provided as more of a courtesy. “Lean back,” he spits out before spreading his legs as much as he can. Given the awkward angle, he chooses to apply the lubricant to his own fingers and stretch himself instead of letting Sol do it. It’s not something he’s ever done in front of this man, but this is more efficient. Sol can lube himself up in the meantime.

[firesealed]

Sol is more than willing to open up Legault for his cock -- despite the general inefficiency of it, since once he gets into a certain mood with Legault that seems to matter less to him, because there's so much else that's also important -- but he picks up the container after the other man lets it go. He spreads the lubricant first on his fingers and then on his cock, eyes watching Legault while he does so, but almost trying to pretend that he's not looking as closely as he is, or with so much arousal (almost impatience).

Sol's tempted to go after one of the beers, but it's probably better to save them to share after they're done with the sex part, will be a good excuse to linger in the sort of pleasure that he's drawing rapidly nearer to, the more time Legault has to make himself ready.

[thismustbelove]

The grin that crosses Legault’s face as he realizes Sol is watching him is as shit-eating as ever. He knows he’s putting on a good show; the impatience the other is practically radiating is even more delicious, so he slows down just a little, a small pant or a sharp intake of breath occasionally coming from him as he stretches himself. Of course, the sight of Sol slicking himself up is just as delicious. He’s never had the opportunity to watch Sol touch himself, and he wonders if he can get him to do that later.

And for the beers, well, that just shows how much he cares. He’s a nice guy, really, stealing cars and buying beers for them. It isn’t much longer before Legault is wiping his hand on the roof of the car and props himself up a bit more. He winces as he makes himself comfortable against the car door behind him, but he thinks he’s got this.

“You done yet? I know you’ve got a lot of, ah, skin to cover with that, but I’d rather feel you than watch you.”

Tonight. He’ll gladly watch another night.

[firesealed]

"'m ready." Sol hasn't been sloppy with the preparation, knows better than that, but thoroughness doesn't have to take too long, and watching Legault has only made him more eager to be inside of the other man. Sol twists his hand around his dick as a way to try to hold on a little, before he can shift to line himself up, moving as soon as Legault seems settled in where he's at. They'll undoubtedly fix in on a better position as soon as he starts to move, anyway.

Not that he's going to be moving quite yet, given that he knows he has to sink in slowly, give them both time to adjust to the closeness and the way that Legault's body needs to yield to Sol's. It's a good thing that that part is enjoyable as well, particularly since from this position Sol can -- and will -- watch Legault's face, ready to see that eagerness flit over him.

For all that Sol is quiet, that that's generally his way, he doesn't ask for or even really want the same from Legault, at least not once they actually get into the real reasons for them to meet up.

[thehurricane]

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.

[firesealed]

Sol will pick up the speed once he gets into it, that much is a guarantee, but he's not really in a hurry to get to that point, as rewarding as his satisfaction will be in the end.

After all, Legault has gone to rather a lot of effort in order to set up this scenario -- even if Sol were to take into account the fact that the car is in fact stolen -- and it's a good one. Sol might not go to any particular effort to do the manly thing, but that's in large part because the grunting, the lack of wanting to talk about feelings, the preference for beer and power, that all came perfectly naturally for him.

(But no matter the rest of this, even if Sol would never admit it, the thing about this situation that attracts him to it is Legault himself, the atmosphere just something for him to indulge in as he feels himself fully surrounded by Legault's body, as he relaxes in that fact and lets it be enough, for just a moment longer.)

[thehurricane]

His hands quickly find a place on Sol’s shoulders, legs finding a footrest on the other side of Sol. If he lets Sol fuck him without a good grip, he’s pretty sure he’ll end up getting a concussion on the car door. That’s exciting, though. Everything is a little uncomfortable, but this is also just about as cramped as he could get with another body.

He’ll have to be creative more often, he thinks, especially if Sol is going to be this receptive in the future.

The slowness is an appreciated change, and it allows him to appreciate this a little more. But it also leaves him focused enough that he can still talk, and that’s always a bad idea. "You ever done this before?"

[firesealed]

"Y'know I have," Sol says, because of course he's never fucked Legault in a car, but he has fucked Legault. And Sol's plenty private when it comes to his past sex life. There might not be too much of it, but what there has been is between himself and his memories, not anything else.

And he'd rather they not take up too room in his memories, even.

Still, despite the gruff response, the air of 'don't touch that' that he exudes a moment, his body's reaction doesn't change, and Sol focuses on the fact that he's all the way into Legault now, so he's going to pull back and then press back in, a little harder and a little faster.

[thehurricane]

He loves to talk and to tease, but the reaction from Sol is more than enough to get him to shut up. He can take a hint. It's a rare talent, being so gifted (annoying) when it comes to talking, but he refuses to ever let that get in the way of a good fuck. Besides, some people actually find him charming. That he has Sol in bed (repeatedly) must be a miracle of some sort.

So he says nothing. Well, he doesn't say another word, but his mouth opens for a gasp, a sharp intake of air following as Sol pressed in all the way steals his breath yet again. It's all he can do to make this just as enjoyable for his friend, so he pushes back to meet those thrusts, his nails digging in just a little—not enough to leave a mark, just so he can hold himself steady.

[firesealed]

Sol's not the sort of person to think of Legault as charming, certainly not the sort of person to find himself charmed, but that's alright because that hasn't ever been what he's looking for, isn't even really something that Sol is open to. Fucking is an animal act as much as a human one, and Sol might want to engage in lust but he doesn't want to dress it up as anything else.

Not when lust and gruff affection by themselves feel so good.

And that gasp is worth more than any sweet or cajoling words, and Sol's encouraged enough by them that he's drawing back, trying to make his next thrust just as rapid, to bury himself into Legault just as deeply.

[thehurricane]

He is well aware of the fact that if he ever sweeps Sol off his feet it will be because he’s been sweeping carelessly. Some people like to be charmed. Sometimes, he’s one of them. But there’s more than some appeal to doing things differently, doing things like they’re animals instead of people. While a jacked car and booze might be flattering, they’re not mean to charm Sol. They’re just nice things to go along with an even better activity.

The car is already rocking. It’s going to be impossible to hide. Legault is cunning enough that he knows he can get Sol off in a car without making it move much, but having Sol do the fucking means this car is going to move. And he can feel it as Sol thrusts into him again. He doesn’t gasp that time, but he does swear under his breath and pant and push back against Sol, anything to encourage him to keep going.